The Diving Lesson - Part 2

Author: eckie
Title: The Diving Lesson - Part 2
Date: 15 July 2005

I had no idea how long I was down here in my isolation already, I did not really get much of the time while I was prepared like this - that alone must have taken 2 hours at least, but when I finally ended being left down here at the bottom of the pool I was not so sure. Also I had napped away a couple of times, but I could make out slowly - well, as much as the limited sight allowed me - that it seemed to get brighter up there in the free world. The total darkness under water disappeared and slowly I could make out the tiles of the walls of this pool. It must be day or at least the day is coming slowly.

It felt like another 3 or four hours now before I heard the clicking noise again and his voice finally told me I am not alone on this planet anymore. He said it was time to have some breakfast for me and I would be taken up now. Immediately after that I could see and feel that I was lifted up from the bottom of the pool and after short time even saw something else but the tiles of the pool. I was fully lifted out of the pool and swinging over above the ground. The movement stopped and again I heard him talk to me - he would let me dry out first before taking me off, so some time hanging here in the morning sun would do its work. He would go and get the breakfast ready in the meantime. I wanted to tell him that I really wanted out now, but he just walked away, probably not hearing me anyway now.

I think I spent another hour hanging there in the air before I was finally taken down, rolled to the platform and elevated down to the basement again. Once back in the place where he stored this heavy suit he began taking off once by one all restraints and shackles, when finally the helmet and shoulder plate was taken off I was glad on one hand to be out of this suit, yet still covered by so many pieces that there was no fresh air to come to me yet.

It took another half hour to get me out of the suit itself and remove the two heavy dry suits too, finally I was standing there with only the initial rubber suit and hood and the locked on rubber short holding my dick and the plug in place. I was asking him to get those off as well, but he just laughed and told me that he said the night before that those will remain on for the weekend. And in order to prevent me from ripping it apart he would of course have to take measures. But he told me he would not force me to stay, I could right now say I want out, get released and go home, or - if I wanted to stay the weekend would agree to his further decisions, whatever they were. I thought twice, I was horny again (or was it still) and wanted to see the rest of his play space too in action, so thought it would be ok to go along with it, he already showed me that he knows what he does and won’t harm me. So I agreed to him to stay the weekend, which of course meant to stay in the current rubber too for that time.

He smiled and told me he thought that I would agree, then he too a heavy rubber straitjacket out of a cupboard and held it in front of me, saying that he needs to make sure I wont harm myself in an attempt to get out of the rubber prison. I always loved straitjackets, never had a rubber one, because I always thought they are not strong enough, to breakable, but this one - even through the pin eyes in my hood - looked very thick and heavy. He told me that it has been special made for him, since he did not like the thin ones either, this one had been specially reinforced with fabric straps inside the rubber almost everywhere and ahs been made of special thick rubber. I slipped my arms inside and he started buckling it up on the backside. Once done he crossed my arms in the front, bringing them through loops on the side of the jacket to the back and buckled them shut too. Another additional strap in the front fixing the arms just below the chest to the jacket makes sure I won't be moving the arms anywhere. Last he buckled the straps between the legs, tight enough to add pressure to my suffering dick inside the shorts. Then I saw him taking a bunch of small padlocks and each single buckle was padlocked separately. He said he likes his boys locked well, not that one by accident would slip out of anything they wear. He seems to do that more often I thought, the way he talks and the quickness of finishing it all.

He said that the final suit can now be put on, so that I would be ready for the day - I was wondering what more he wanted besides thin, now being helpless and in two layers already again. He told me it was another special made suit, his own design. He likes a boy to look smooth in his rubber prison, so I would get another head to toe layer added, covering all straps and buckles and leaving one smooth rubber form on me. The suit was looking rather thick too, but this one had no arms at all and looked baggy on the upper half. Instead of feet it has rubber boots attached and a hood was attached as well. A long zip on the backside made the entrance to that suit. I sat down and he helped my feet into the boots of the suit and once he reached my waist I understood why it was baggy on top, it went proper over my chest with the crossed arms, covering the entire straitjacket too now. What I had not seen was the gag inside the hood, flat enough not to spread my jaws uncomfortable, thick enough to fill my mouth well and prevent further speaking well. Also it had a hole inside which I could use to breathe besides the nose holes. Those nose holes were also holding two short small tubes inside which he now placed careful into my nose, this way I was sure to get air through them too at any time. What I also now found out was that this hood did no longer have eyes open, so once he pulled it over my other rubber hood I was in total darkness. There was not a splint of light coming in anywhere anymore and when he zipped up that suit it completely tightened around all my upper body and head. With it's thickness it covered the contours of the arms and straitjacket well, so that indeed I had a smooth armless upper body now, only interrupted by the two holes of the nose and the one in the gag.

He told me then it was breakfast time, and I thought what the heck, I would not be able to get any food inside here, so what would he mean, but he added that for the weekend I was set on a diet, fluids, soups, nutritions, for one since I would not be able to take solid food in my prison anyway, also the mouth tube was used for feeding, not just breathing, and lastly I would maybe have to piss, but nothing else, and since the suit was airtight sealed around me, I would not have to worry about pissing all weekend in it. All weekend he said... well, it seems to become a long one now, I thought.

He took me at the shoulder and told me time to 'see' the other room of his play space, well, not really see, but I would be able to say I was in it, he laughed. He led me over to the other room and placed me then with my back towards a post. Then he used wide rubber straps, endless long rolls of it and started at my upper body to wrap them around me and the post, slowly fixing me tightly to it. He kept wrapping all around me all the way down to the ankles, now I was standing tight with the post, unable to move and of course not falling anywhere either. Lastly he places some soft pad behind my head and continued wrapping the head and neck as well to the post. Only left openings were now the holes in the gag and nose. I heard him shout that I should now breathe through the nose only since he would attach the feeding tube to my gag, and right after that I was unable to get air through the gaga anymore, instead shortly after I felt fluids slowly coming into the mouth. Since I was prepared for it I started slowly swallowing, it was coming in slow enough not to cause troubles, but it seemed not to end. I think I kept drinking a mix of water and juice or similar taste, but I had to keep drinking and drinking, it continued to flow for endless times, and I think I had at least two or three liters by now before it finally stopped. I was concentrated on the drinking so did actually not notice him leaving, but all the time here nothing to hear and nothing happened, so I was sure he had his own breakfast by now.

I tried moving, but no go, it was getting uncomfortable standing here and I wished I could sit or lie down, but then I thought I would not be able to fall so relaxed my body completely and indeed, was kept right where I was standing, once with the post in my back. I did not know what time it was when I got out of the previous layers, and of course blind as a bat had no idea how much time I was now standing here either. I could just imagine it must be afternoon, early afternoon probably. I stood - or hung... there for quite another long time before I heard him return and starting to remove the straps that kept me sealed to the post. I would have loved asking him what time it was, also of course what he had planned, but the gag prevented anything but grunting. Once released from the post he led me to sit on a chair. Short after I heard some chains noises and then I felt him attaching something around my ankles. He told me that these shackles would not be needed to keep me anywhere, since in my prison I would not be able to get anywhere either, but he liked his boys completely secured, and that includes the legs when they are not otherwise tied. He helped me up then and led me out of the room; I had to make very small steps, since the chain between the ankles was pretty short. When we came to the stairs I had trouble with them, finding the next stair with the limited ability to move the legs apart, but slowly with his help I made it all upstairs, and then he kept leading me somewhere. Since I had not seen too much of his house previously, I could just follow his lead and wait where we would end up.

We stopped and then he told me he would get me into the boot of his car, so I should just follow his leading hands and let myself go then. It was not easy but yet again with his help I managed to get into the boot, once inside I could hear the lid get shut and nothing happened for some time. The fluids did their work though and I had to piss. He said I should not worry since the suit was airtight, so I guess either he is right or he would now get a big mess inside his car boot. I had some trouble to let it flow inside the shorts and the rest of the rubber, but the pressure was high, so I was pretty relieved when the piss finally started flowing - and it was a long flow.... Since I was lying on my side I could feel the piss finding it's was inside the shorts and around my dick, but it seemed to stay outside the inner rubber suit I was wearing.

Suddenly the car started moving. We drove quite some time and I had problems in the turns, and especially when he hit the breaks harder, to keep myself in place, I was falling left/right/back and forth a little, but not too hard, so not hurting myself, but it makes one really aware of ones helpless situation, unable to support myself in any way. I don’t know how long we drove, but after some time the car stopped. I was curious where we were and what to come, but instead all remained silent. I was sweating pretty much inside the boot, I think the sun was probably also shining on the car now. Another hour probably passed before the lid got opened and he helped me out of the boot. I was lead away again with my small steps following his lead. I don’t know where we are but I could feel we entered some building, no longer on the outside. Also I could hear other voices now, not understand much of what they said, but there were sure several other people around now.

He stopped me and I could hear him say that I should wait here. I was left standing there alone (or maybe with others around, but I could not tell) for a short while before he returned and lead me away from that spot. We actually went to the main entrance of the club we were in now. There he sat me into a large chair, standing right in front of the entrance door to the club. They had a rubber night planned for this evening and I was to be the public announcement to be displayed at the entrance. Once sat down I felt several hands working on strapping me into the chair. My feet places on a wooden plate and strapped on to it securely, the calf, under and above the knee, the thighs, a strap just below the waste, one just below my covered straitjacketed arms, one over the chest, another strap at the neck, one just below the nose, covering my gag (and pressing it in a bit more) and one above the eyes. Once all straps were fastened proper I was again unable to move, just to sit here and be display for the arriving guests of the evening. Then I was left alone.

I don’t know how long I was alone, with only occasionally hearing some people talking nearby, some congratulation for the horny display, but most just talking about other things of their own. But it must have become later or begin evening now, since I could now make out regular people coming past me entering the club. Obviously the party started, and I was not part of it ... well, actually a major part of it, but forced to sit here all evening by myself whilst the others enjoyed whatever fun inside. At some point someone took off the strap over my mouth and I was told I would get some more to drink, again I think it was at least tow or three liters, but from the taste it was salted water only I guessed. When the flow stopped the tube of the gaga was not removed, instead occasionally I could taste beer coming inside, it seemed the tube was connected to a funnel, and occasionally someone just spilled some of his beer inside. For the next one or two hours I must have had for sure a total of two or three more liters, this time beer though - I kept pissing more and more inside the suit now, and got pretty lightheaded too from all the beer now.

Even though I was sitting still my body started aching from not moving at all. But just when I thought I wishes I would get off, some hands all over me again started undoing all straps. Was the evening over? Or was I finally allowed to get inside too and take part on the party?

I was indeed lead inside the club again, but not to take part on anything. I could here someone tell me - and it was a different voice, so someone I did not know - that I was eager to dive as he was told, and I would once again get some opportunity to get under water now. I started to be scared what they/he meant with it but then heard the trusted voice again. he told me he would make sure all is ok and I should not be afraid, I was glad to hear him again and calmed again, now even curious what was to happen. I was told that I would get a mask over my head that would have a breathing apparatus on it; I should start breathing normally when I felt the air hissing in. They carefully placed the mask proper over my current two rubber masks and made sure it closed tight around and then had me breathe for some time while just standing there. When it was clear that I was breathing fine I was told to sit on the chair behind me. I sat down and then could feel my legs being places inside some bag - it was a heavy rubber sleepsack. Once my legs were inside I was helped up standing again and several hands managed to get the sleepsack all up over my complete body up to the neck. When the sip closed it tightened my prison once more a little bit. I was still wearing the breathing mask, breathing air though the apparatus. The suddenly I was lifted up by many hands, brought into horizontal and carried away. They stopped after some meters and I heard one say that I should not worry, I was safe, but I was to get some more diving lesson now. Then they lifted me a bit more up and let me then down horizontal as I was, and I could feel suddenly water all around me and all noises disappear. They had laid me inside a large fish tank, large enough to lay inside, and the breathing apparatus connected to a tank outside. And I was on my own again, not seeing, not hearing... all there is to hear is the breathing and the bubbles when I was breathing out.

To the pleasure of the visitors I had been placed in that display, after the door closed their entrance there was no need for a display outside anymore, so they used me her in this tank as another advertisement for rubber and bondage, and isolation ...

I was wondering how long that tank would last, how long I would be in here, but time was not really an issue, I could not track it at all since the night before when it all started. It could be early evening or late night by now, I would not have known. But to my surprise I napped a few times away inside this tank - so it must have been late, or I was just too exhausted....

AT some point I was then suddenly taken out of the tank again, stood with the help of several hands while the mask with the apparatus was taken off and I was taken out of the sleepsack as well. I stood a bit shaky so I was told to sit on a chair for a while. Again I was fed water - lots of it again, and while drinking I also pissed at the same time again inside the suit. A trusted voice again - I was glad to hear it... he told me I have done well in my second diving lesson, but it was time to go home, so I was helped up and with my usual small steps followed the lead. Even with the small steps I could make you could hear all the piss inside the legs of the suit splash around, and I heard him say that it seems I was leaking, and he laughed.

I was take back to the car but not into the boot this time, but instead placed in the car seat and belted up proper, and then we immediately started driving back to his place.

Once arrived he helped me out of the car, back down to his play space and he started getting me out of the outer suit. I could hear him emptying the suit once it was off and it sounded really like a lot of piss I had collected inside.

Then he also started undoing the straitjacket, all padlocks were removed, all buckled undone and finally I was able to move my arms again, stretched them into all directions and it was nice to see something too, even though the pin eyes did not give much of a sight, but at least I could see something at all. He told me it was bedtime so he would get me ready to sleep too, I would be sleeping under him. I was wondering what he meant with that but should see right away. He took off the ankle shackles and had me follow him upstairs to the first floor. There we entered a room which was pretty spartanic, just a wall of cupboards on one side and a desk with computer on the other.

He removed the cover of the cupboard tight in the middle, a large plain area, two by two meters flat space, but with two small pedestals on the lower part and dozens of wide well padded leather straps all spread over the board, all in the shape of a standing human body. He told me to step on the two pedestals, one for each and hold myself on to some of the straps. Then he strapped my feet first to those pedestals and started working his way up form there, every few inch another strap buckled and tightened around my legs up to the crotch, more straps around hips, waist, stomach up to the neck, then he strapped both arms spread slightly off me to the board, last a few straps over my eyes, under the chin upwards and a last one over my mouth, that one holding a gag to be sealed in the mouth with it.

He checked all straps thoroughly again and asked if any of them would twitch, but it seemed comfortable, well, as comfortable as immobility can be at least. Then he told me not to work when he would flip me over, but he wanted to go to bed too, and this plain board I was fastened on actually was the bottom of his bed. Having said that he pulled the top of that board and it flipped open a bed hidden inside it. With the board horizontal he had his matress and bed on top, and I was hanging underneath in all the straps, now I understood what he meant by me sleeping under him, literally in this case. I wondered at first how one should sleep like that, but then found out that due to the large amount and the good padding of those straps the weight of the body was well balanced and it felt like just laying there on my stomach somewhere, not really like hanging under someone’s bed. The lights went out and I could make out that he got comfortable in his bed, I enjoyed him on one hand about his comfort, yet had to fight down my hard on for enjoying the position I was in as well. I even managed to get quite a good sleep this night, even though I usually move around a lot during night, but having no option at all.....not much to move then.

I woke up at bright daylight, wondering once again what time it might be, and also wondering if he was up already or still sleeping. I had to piss again, and this time I thought it would sure not be a good idea here, since nothing would hold it inside. I started grunting as much as the gag allowed, but no reaction at all. I kept grunting a while and suddenly he was back, not out of the bed, but form outside the room, so he had been up already before me. He lifted the bed in its storage position again, me now again vertical in the straps tightened to it. He smiled when he looked at me, telling me then it was time to get out and have a cleanup. He started undoing all straps one by one, and once I was free he even unlocked the shorts I had been wearing now two days. I got reminded on the plug still up my ass and suddenly could feel the soreness there on my backside, I had partially even forgotten about it, too much distracted by all the other layers and situations, but now that the shorts came off I was fully aware of it again and really needed to get it out. He told me that I should follow him downstairs and get me out of the suit too.

We went downstairs and he unlocked the hood and suit, took out the plug and helped me out of the suit. My skin was a bit swollen and all read, and I smelled heavily after old piss, not a big surprise after those two days. He told me to use the shower in this room to get clean and then come upstairs for some good coffee and breakfast. I really loved to hear that, I sure could use a good strong coffee and solid food now. I had a long warm shower and when toweled off went upstairs to find him. I did not know where he had my clothes so just had the towel around my hips. I heard him out of one room so went there, the kitchen. A large breakfast prepared there and the smell of the coffee was fabulous in my nose. HE smiled when I cam in and told me to sit and handed me a large cup of coffee, I eagerly started slurping it, a gods gift after those two days I thought and smiled too.

We talked about the weekend, how I enjoyed it or if I didn’t, but of course I had to admit I definitely enjoyed it all, even though of course I would have imagined something different when talking about a diving lesson. He laughed at that and just said that sure there are different definitions of that, but the one he chose sure was more interesting than others. I had to agree with a smile on my face. We talked about many other things over a few more cups of coffee, I told him that this was actually the first such intense weekend I had but I wouldn’t mind repeating it some time. He meant that we could sure do that, also at my place if I would prefer that. But I told him that I was actually not that open about this specific fetish of mine, and I would not want the friends, family and colleagues to find out either. Being gay is one thing, but having such sort fetish is another. He agreed that it is still sometimes a problem with some people, not able to understand or tolerate things like that, but he also said it would be no problem, I could visit him more often if I would want, in fact he was sure I would visit a lot of times, he said with a smirk on his face. After some more talk he told me to get dressed and he would bring me back to the city, he showed me my clothes in the living room, I got dressed and he drove me back to the city. I had a walk through the city then before going home, thinking about the great weekend I had and jerking off at least 5 times - at the end I hadn't cum all weekend.

The evening I spent watching some TV and then getting to sleep early for next days work, but during evening I noticed I had not even his full name or address, nor an email or anything to contact him, so if I wanted to visit him again I would have to be lucky to meet him in the bar by accident again. I would sure the following weekend try again and see if he was there, and this time get a phone or email then from him. I definitely wanted to repeat that visit at least once, if not more...

The week went rather normal at work, and almost every evening I jerked off again over the past weekend, looking forward to meet that guy again and try to get more of that. Thursday I received a package, I did not expect anything, so wondered what it was. No senders address on it, so I just opened it.

Inside I found on top a letter, under it a videotape and under that surprisingly some rubber. I took it all out and it was the rubber short I was wearing the weekend before. So he was the one sending the package, where did he get my address from? But then I remembered that he had all my clothes all weekend, so also my wallet with my details in it. I looked at all items from the box, next to the short a padlock for it, without key though, and a rubber suit, feet attached, but the upper part just like a tank top, and a hole for the dick and balls to put through. I smiled thinking he sure had plans for that and would probably want me to prepare for a visit. I took the videotape; it was not marked at all, so then took the letter and opened it. He wrote:

Hello, boy, you sure were surprised about this package, but I guess you will be even more surprised about the video, so go on and look at it right now before you read further.

I was wondering what he meant and went to put the tape in my vhs and started playing it. And how right he was about me being surprised. I could see myself in his house, three must be cameras all over it seemed, he had filmed almost all scenes there were, my arriving, getting in all the rubber, in the pool, in the second days outfit, even from the party at the club, back to the night under his bed, the morning breakfast and our talk there on to the moment when I leave his house. All recorded well, showing my weekend experiences at his place. I got horny when watching it, how nice to have it all on video - I could wank even more over it now watching it, finally not just remembering but seeing myself in all the situations. I smiled when I went back to the letter after having seen all of the video in fast forward - I would watch it later sure a few more times.

I continued reading: I assume you have seen the content of the tape now, he continued the letter, and I am sure you like the fact of seeing it now, but I think you might not like my 'proposal' to you. As you could see this video clearly uncovers your fetish to everyone watching it - now I thought I am going to make a good use of that, after our long talk last Sunday at breakfast, you told me it has to keep a secret to your family, friends and colleagues. Well, it can remain secret, if....

I started getting upset; does this guy want to blackmail me now? What does he think ... I continued reading...

My proposal to you for now is that you get into that rubber suit I sent you, it should fit just well. You should not eat any solid food from now on, place that plug inside the box up your ass, get into the rubber short and strap your dick proper inside and then lock it - today. I know you have a cam so you can document this procedure up to the moment when you lock the short and email it to me today - I know the mail would be delivered to you at late afternoon, so I think latest around 21.oo I can expect those pictures in my mailbox if you comply. Since the suit does not show under normal clothes you can go to work normally tomorrow, and if you sent the email tonight, you will have a reply with further instructions in your box when you return from work tomorrow. Your weekend then is mine again.

I thought that is not such a bad thing to do - I anyway wanted to meet him for a weekend again, did not think it would be right away, but for that he would not have to threaten me with the video. I continued reading...

If you however decide not to comply with these instructions, within the next few days a few copies of the video you just saw will be sent out to various persons, I guess you can imagine where it will be sent to. So I guess I can be sure that you will follow the instructions anyway now.... you will then find tomorrow further instructions.

I was upset on one hand about the threat, but then again - I did not mind visiting him anyway, just wearing the items for work was not what I had in mind, then again, it would get me horny for the weekend at his place then. I looked at the clock, 20.15 already, so if I should do as he wanted, I might get started now.

I got undressed and took all the items with me in the bathroom. It was not a problem to get the plug lubed and inserted; I took a picture of it in my ass then. The suit indeed fitted well and I had a hard on immediately when looking at myself in the mirror. Again I took two pictures - front and backside in the suit. I put on the shorts too now, and after strapping balls and dick as needed made another picture of that too. I zipped the front up and then I hesitated a bit. There was no key, so once that lock is on I would have to stay in it until I meet him. Then again, if I’d be ok, I might be meeting him tomorrow already, so a day is ok, I thought and finally locked that padlock shut, made another picture of it closed and went to my computer getting the images off the cam.

I sent him an email to the given address with the images attached and was horny as hell while doing so, the rubber and the locked shorts did the work. I should have jerked off once more before locking it I thought now, but it was too late now, I would have to wait until he lets me out of hem again. I watched a bit more TV and went to bed as usual then again, just this night not sleeping well, the rubber was hot and my dick was complaining in his prison, also the plug this time was noticeable at all times.

The next morning I was still horny, but after getting a piss in the shorts while I was showering, toweling myself thoroughly not to have anything wet on me before getting dressed normally, when I looked in the mirror indeed nothing at all showed what I was locked into under all of it. Not even the hard on I still had was visible, well covered by being held back in the locked shorts. I was sure I would have a hard time concentrating on work today, but I looked forward what was to come...

Work was a usual Friday, not very busy, so the day didn’t really want to end, but finally it was 17.00 and I could go back home. First thing when there was to check my mail, he said I would find his reply, and indeed - a new mail form him in my inbox. I opened it right away.

He wrote that he was glad I did comply with his orders and he added that this obviously means that I was his now. He would not send any video copy anywhere now, but if the need ever arises, he still would not hesitate. I got again upset about this, I was definitely not liking this threat at all, yet, I thought to myself, if he really would so that, I would indeed be in trouble, I don’t know how family, friends and work would react, but all of them being rather conservative, I probably would loose friends, most likely - knowing how bad my family already reacted on my being gay - would risk breaking with them too, and moreover - the company I worked for did not even know I am gay, since they are that extreme conservative that I was afraid that I might even loose my job if it came out there, well not get fired about that in particular, but most likely being bullied out of work pretty quick. So in a way he was right, if I did not want it to be made public, I was more or less his ... I continued reading...

If you still decide to walk out now, some pliers probably will break the lock, but you know the consequences, but else, I rather suggest you follow your orders from now on proper, so that I won’t see a reason to spread that video for you. He was talking about orders now, not about a proposal like in the letter yesterday. I read further on.

I know you have some rubber boots, a rubber collar and a rubber jacket, so I expect you to wear those today, at 19.00 hrs you will wear the rubber you are locked in, add the boots and jacket, take the collar and a padlock to secure it with you. I know you have an army overall as well, wear it above all the rubber. You will have only your wallet and keys with you, nothing else needed. Take the rain at 19.20 to the next city that is about 30 minutes. Go to the paid lockers in the train station and take off the overall, lock it in one of them, put on the collar and lock it on too. The mall in the city center is open until 21.00 hrs, so you will go there by foot, which will take you about 10 minutes. There you go into the grocery store and buy a six-pack of beer. Then you go to the bus stop in front of the mall and take the bus number 52 direction out of town. You will probably have to wait 10 minutes for the bus and the ride takes you another 30 minutes. The 3rd stop before the last you get off the bus. There is a small parking lot at this bus stop, there you find a black van with darkened windows, the back is open, get inside, and put your wallet and keys in the bag that is prepared and use the cuffs and hood you find. I made inquiries about you this week and about your work too, there is no one in your office who lives in that city, so your secret will be kept there. You have no reason not to follow these orders. I will make sure you are watched that you take off the overall at the station, and bring a receipt from the grocery as proof you were there.

I was stunned, I never even in dreams thought about going in public like that, at that time the train, store and bus would be crowded, everyone would see me all rubbered, would see the collar, the locks on the collar and shorts - that was too much, he cannot ask that ....

I continued the last of his mail: you can choose to obey or ... you know what will happen, when I check the van tonight I will know what you decide.

That was tough, I thought, I cannot do that, yet if I don't ... would he really send out that video ... can I take a chance.... I checked the clock, 18.45 ... not much time ... but I have no choice, I could not risk it, I would seriously confront him when I see him, but for now I would have to comply with his demands...

I grabbed my collar, a matching padlock, put on the rubber boots, rubber jacket and the overall, grabbed my wallet and keys and left the flat. The zip of the overall closed all to the top, so no one would see the rubber underneath, wearing rubber boots with such an overall can be mistaken as work outfit, so that would be no problem. I had to hurry to the station to catch the named train and when arrived went to the lockers. there I hesitated then ... can I really do that ... but then again, I did not want to risk it, so looked around and when I thought no one is really paying attention got out of the overall, put on the collar and locked it and closed the locker. I know I must have a deeply read head now; I was totally embarrassed to stand here now in the station all in rubber and locked. But now there is n way back anyway, so I got on to the mall as told, to the bus and to the stop he mentioned. All the time I had absolutely everyone staring at me, at least I thought everyone did, a few laughs and silly comments, one called me a pervert, a few shouted me a fag, I have never been so embarrassed, but I had to go though now with it. When I finally arrived at the stop I could see that van as described and went there quickly, anything just to get out of public now. The back was indeed open and I stepped in. Once the door closed again I was a bit relieved, finally hidden again. On the side a small empty plastic bag and I put the wallet and keys in there and looked around, it was a bit dark still I could see at the other end two chains fixed to the top of the van, on each of them a set of cuffs, but not down at the floor, but half way hanging there. Also under those at the floor a rubber hood. I checked the hood, a large gag, and no eyes, so I had to manage to get into the cuffs blind, because once cuffed I would not be able to put the hood on. I sat down at that end and checked the cuffs, the large ones fitting tight over my rubber boots with squeezing them a bit, but both my legs would be in the air once cuffed, the cuffs for the hands even higher, so I would not reach the zip of the hood when I lock them. So I looked again at the cuffs before putting on the hood and zipping it up, the gag was big so nothing but some grunting possible and no sight at all anymore now that it is on. I groped around for the leg cuffs, the first was easy, but with the second I was forced to sit on the plug, pressing it in deeper now, since the legs did not longer touch the ground. Then I groped higher for the handcuffs, and once I found them locked myself into them as I was told. And I waited.....

It was pretty uncomfortable, the plug pressed in my ass deep now, having to balance my body on my ass only, hanging in the chains in cuffs, and I waited a long time. I was angry on myself that I let it come to this, and did not know what I would tell him to hand me that tape, and who will guarantee that it is the only copy left ... I was I a mess now ... and my ass hurts ...

After endless times waiting someone entered the van and started the engine, we drove away. It was very difficult to balance myself during the ride, and every bump in the street of course hurt even more, the way I was forced to have all my eights on my ass and the plug. It was at least 30-40 minutes driving before the van stopped again. And another 10 minutes nothing before someone entered the back of the van - then I heard his voice...

I see someone learns to obey, good boy, you better do from now on, or else ... Now here is the deal - you know what happens if I think you need to be punished, so your only task is to do as you're told, for now, but also in future, like I said in my mail, you're mine now, I own you. I wanted to protest, but the gag prevented anything like it. He unlocked the cuffs from the chains, shortened the chain between the ankles and attached another chain between handcuffs and leg cuffs. Short enough so that I was forced to remain bent, not get up straight. Then he told me to get out of the van. I was walking in small steps again - somehow I was doomed to that with him - and sat on the edge to get my feet on the ground and then he lead me away from the van. Inside the house he led me down some stairs again and I assumed we were at his place again. Down in the basement he removed my padlock of the collar and the collar itself. Then he removed the cuffs telling me I should obey, I was to stand still and wait. He indeed had me in his hands, he seemed definitely serious about the video, and at the moment I was too afraid of it coming out, so I had not much of a choice anyway. He returned to me and took off the hood but told me not to say a word, or else.... he kept telling me what happens if I don’t follow his order.

He told me to get out of my rubber boots and inside that drysuit, one of the dry suits I had on the weekend before. I did as I was told and pulled the suit over my current rubber outfit. Then I slipped my head into the attached open face hood and he closed the heavy zip on the back, a padlock made sure it remains locked. Then he took another hood - very thick rubber with a face shaped mold and placed it on my covered head, zipped it on the back and then added a heavy steel collar, this time the padlock holding the collar and the zip of the hood. The hood had eyes, nose and mouth open. Then he took a flat and wide gag and put it in my mouth, buckled it on the back and padlocked it too. Next he took a muzzle, strapped it over my rubber head and padlocked each of the buckles as well. Then he gave me a pair of waders to slip into. A heavy set of steel ankle shackles was locked on, again just one feet chain in-between, a set of heavy wrist shackles was locked on, about one and a half feet chain in-between and then he attached the wrist chain with another two feet to the steel collar. All well padlocked he stood in front of me and said that is it; this is your standard outfit for every time you are in my house.

I saw myself in a mirror on the opposite wall, and if I would not be upset about the way he got me her3e, I would have found myself very horny looking, all heavy rubbered, hooded, gagged, heavy shackled and locked, no way to get free at all. Then he told me to follow him upstairs.

I did as good as the chains allowed, starting to sweat already heavily during that. He showed me a small compartment with a lot of cleaning tools inside, then he told me to grab what I needed and start working, my task for this evening was to clean the house from top to bottom, and I should better make sure it was a proper cleaning, or else .... Again that threat. My horniness was quickly gone, cleaning was not what I expected from another weekend at his place....but since I had not much of a choice ... he left me there and I started sorting the tools there were, looking around and decided I would start at the top and work my way down the house. Not much choice, so I better get going. With the size of his house it took me over 5 hours to get all cleaned, floors wiped, dusted, dishes done, everything that needs doing and I was sweating heavily during all that time, inside the drysuit I could hear the sweat splash with every step I took, and he could hear the chains with every step I took, he was watching TV all the time while I worked my way through the house.

When I was finished and placed the tools back in the compartment he suddenly stood next to me. He opened the door next to that compartment, another one like it, small, but empty, he ordered me to get inside and locked the door then, I hear him say that he will check if I did a good job. He was gone for about 20 minutes before the door opened again and he said that I did a good job, I seemed to be a useful slave material. He called me slave, something I haven’t been called ever before, and not really imagined myself in either. He then had me sit down inside that small compartment with my back to one sidewall and I now saw the hooks in the floor and wall. He padlocked the leg chains to the wall opposite and then took off the chain between hands and collar to padlock it to a hood between my legs in the floor. Then he told me to have a good night and closed the door again. Again I sat there on the plug which hurt by now, my dick - even though I was upset with the situation - told me it needs urgent attention, somehow something in my brains still enjoyed the situation. I tried finding a position to cope with and finally fell a sleep.

When the door opened I woke up, he unlocked hands and feet from the hooks, the hands back to the collar and ordered me out. He took off the muzzle and gag and had me prepare breakfast for him; I was to take as much water as I wanted during that, since I would not get any after that. I indeed was very thirsty, had been sweating a lot during evening and night, so I drank quite a lot while doing breakfast, and since I did not know if it was for him or us two, I made enough for both. When it was on the table he looked at it, then went to the fridge and got out some isodrinks for me, gave me some vitamins and a fitness drink, telling me that is all I need, during weekends from now on I would remain plugged and on diet. Then he places the gag and muzzle back locked on, told me to kneel in the corner and wait ... he had his breakfast, read his newspaper, called me up twice to refill his coffee, but for the rest I was ordered to remain there waiting. When he finished he told me to clean up and then come downstairs.

I did as told and went downstairs; he told me to sit on the bench there and then unlocked all shackles. Next he took a rubber sleepsack and laid it out on the bench, having me get inside, arms in the sleeves inside and zipped it up, it was tight but not pressing. Then he removed the muzzle and replaced the gag with the one that had the hole in it, added another hood without eyes on top of it, two tubes inside the nose again and one going into the hole in the gag. He connected a tube to it and then told me that there were enough fluids for me to drink while I am here. I could feel it flow very slow into my mouth, so I would have continuously to drink or plug the hole with my tongue to stop the flow. He then used a lot of straps to secure me ion the bench, there was no way to fall off at the end. Then he cam closer and told me his plans.

From now on I would have to spend each weekend and each holiday in his place, mostly in this standard outfit, being his slave and houseboy. Over time I would even have to move in completely and spend also the times out of work in the same way. I would no longer have any say in anything, and I would have to obey every his whim, or else I would know what would happen. He told me he would be busy all day today, so leave me here to think over it, even though I would not have much of a choice, he would ask me one more time when he would come back, If I insisted in leaving, he would let me go, but I would know the consequences, and if I would resign to his command, well, my future was defined then ... then it was silent, he left the room.

I was still upset, and at the same time horny, I was very confused with my feelings, hate for his blackmailing, horny for the kinky situation I was in, I had a lot of thoughts going to my mind, but at the end came to the conclusion that either way will be difficult - to risk the battle with family and friends, risk loosing the job, or to be here as his slave without any choice but to do as he says...

I thought about all the plus and minus on each situation, but at the end - here I would get my rubber and bondage, tied, layered, cared for, even when having to work chores for him, at home I have to do them anyway as well, and if I am honest, the weekend before was more than just horny, and if I could expect things like it in future, this choice was not so bad at all...

I don’t know how long I was there, I napped a few times since there was nothing to do nut lay still here, it might have been a few hours or even overnight, I could not tell, but when I heard him returning he came close tome again and asked, what will it be, do you want to be a movie star or shall I keep it locked in the safe. I tried telling him that I would comply with his demands, but the gag didn't allow much, so I nodded. Of course nodding can mean either way so he asked again, if that nodding means I will obey from now on without complaints and I nodded again. He said that he did not expect anything else, but now that I made that decision by myself it was time to resume duties. He took off hood, gag and sleepsack, places the shackles and chains back and told me to get dinner done, and later on he wanted to show off his new slave in the club.....

From then on I spent every weekend at his place, during week kept wearing the rubber suit under my work clothes, just the short was left off, instead he locked a real chastity belt on me for permanent. I was his slave for the house chores, but as well for his play, I spent the time of my life each weekend in layers and chains and started to enjoy it. After some weeks I gave up my flat and moved in completely with him, now spending every evening the same way as every weekend. I learned to appreciate his authority over me and he appreciated my submission to him, we stopped mentioning the video after a few weeks and never mentioned it again, but... it is still there somewhere in his safe, but I would say more for the memory of it, since by now I would not even consider changing my life back again, too much I enjoy it the way it has turned out...

Sometimes one has to be forced into his happiness.....