The Suit - Part 2

Author: eckie
Title: The Suit - Part 2
Date: 09 May 2004

At some point I suddenly came totally awake and clear, I felt someone handling around on the collar - thank god, he is back and releasing me, I though - but of course my thoughts were wrong, he told me not to get out here for long time, or might he just have been joking ?

the headphones suddenly got quiet, he took them off and I heard him talk to me. "I will remove the collar and hood to feed you some nutritious fluids and some nuts, you can do well a few days on just that sort of food and it won't get you messing up the inside of the suit the coming days. But let yourself be warned, I want you to keep your eyes closed and I don't want to hear the slightest bit of noise out of your mouth - if you disobey, boy, you will regret it, The tens unit is till just on half it's capacity and also I can just lock you the way your are down the pit for the next few days, the choice is yours, so be wise." The pit he talked about was a hole outside in his backyard, he built it with me 2 years ago. It was about 8 feet deep but just as wide as it needs to lower a stretched body down there, not much space to the left or right once you're inside that pit, and it was right in the middle of the yard, open to the sun and the heat of the time as well as to the rain or every other weather that might be. The top locked with a metal grid and all around it we mounted several mirrors to reflect the day’s sun inside the pit hole, making it extremely hot down the hole. Being inside this hot and sweaty suit already I think this pit would be too much for anyone, everybody would crack within shortest time inside it and submit to whatever is asked of him. I sure did not want to get down there - especially not after that long time in this suit already. So when he took off the hood and took out the gag I made sure my eyes remain closed as ordered and did not dare to say anything at all.

He fed me as promised quite some fluids, they taste just like the usual iso-drinks and not having has any food for quite some time now I eagerly took the nuts and drinks he gave me down my throat. When suddenly the gag came on to my lips again I knew he was finished feeding me and in order to prevent the threatened punishment I opened my mouth and took the gag again, followed by the hood and collar, padlocked as before again. "You're doing fine, boy, I assume you still love it, don't you?" I could once again not do much more but grunt into the gag and he again told me he takes this grunt as a yes, so with me liking it so much it will not be any trouble to spend the next few days in this suit. I kept grunting but he just pats my ass and said that it was time to change position.

The winch went on and I felt being lowered down so that all my weight went on my feet again, weak as I was I needed a few moments to be able to stand strait on my own again. The winch kept going , so I assumed he lowered the hook way down to the floor.

He pushed me downward so I got down on my knees and keeping to push me I let myself fall forward, guided by him so that I cam to lie on my front, with the legs and arms still padlocked well, I could not have caught my fall on my own. He now took my legs and bent them at the knees upwards so that the heel of the boots came close to my butt. I hears some chains rattling again and noticed him attaching the d-rings around the ankles and legs all together to the parts of the suit where they touched, fixing my legs in this bent position. Some more sounds of the chains and I felt my head being drawn a little backwards, just to feel some hooks snapping in. He fixed the rings on the hood to the chain, which connected back to the feet, keeping my head a little backwards off the floor now. Except the arms still locked on the sides of my body it was a quite severe hogtie now. Also again I felt the headphones being placed over my ears. He told me he would get the hands on the back normally by now, but as promised in the morning, he had sent off all keys except hood and collar to his friend, there was no way out of this suit until the end of the weekend - so he really made his threat true and I won't be getting anywhere for a few days now - I was pretty shocked again, but yet nothing I could do right now - I should have been more cautious at the beginning, not it was too late and I could only hope to be able to cope with whatever comes the next few days.

All chains well placed and me in sort of a hogtie on the floor I again heard the motor of the winch again and immediately I felt being lifted up again, this time horizontal, just the way I was lying there on the floor he lifted me up. With all the chains that were connected on all sites of my body I was supported pretty well, so had no problems hanging there in the chains. By the amount of time the winch was running I think I must be up there almost at the ceiling now, and his ceiling is almost 10 feet high here in this playroom. I was swinging three slightly when the winch stopped and heard him say: "You're well stored now and out of the way, I will get myself some dinner now and take care of my won stuff, you'll be good up there and maybe I'll be back tonight for you, else just enjoy the air up there until tomorrow, boy. I might just leave you there until it is time for your transport to the party, so relax and enjoy yourself. With that the music in the headphones started again and at the same time I felt the tens-unit starting its work as well - and I knew it will be a long time in isolation for me again up here .... I tried to imagine the view of myself hanging up there, but the stimulation of the electroshocks, the chastity belt, the continuous heat inside the suit, the frustrations of my situation and the anger on myself for letting myself get into this situation, as well as the fear from what is to come - all of it went through my head and didn't let me get any clear thoughts at all - and sooner or later I dropped out of reality and let myself fall into the situation I am in now ... I can only hope it will be bearable, whatever might come, and hope the time will pass quickly, and slowly I drifted away into a state of half consciousness, half sleep and still a little bit awakeness ... hard to describe, but after all that time I was no longer acting as a man, but becoming the thing I was in the hands of my owner ...

Sudden movement brought me back to awakeness, well, sort of awakeness, still in a drifty state, but now realizing something is happening again, after a century of just isolated hanging still up here (at least I thought it was that long) I now seem to get lowered again, with the sound in the headphones still on I could just feel the movement and the motor of the winch vibrating through the cable that connected my body with chains to it. Even if it was just about 20 or 30 seconds to get down to the ground form up there, it still felt an extreme long time, somehow I must have lost any feeling for times or reality, but finally my chest and stomach touched the floor. I should have hoped for release normally, but I was too much drifted away in this isolation into a world of my own where nothing really counts but the being in this heated, sweaty confinement I am in, and - not really to a surprise - it seemed no one was attempting to release me from anything. I was not aware what time it is, what day it is or what happens, I was just there, awaiting whatever comes ...

The music in the headphones finally stopped and so did the tens unit finally stop it's cruel work on my body when I heard him speak again to me, the same as the last time about me not speaking or looking while he does the feeding, I was not really concentrated on it, still drifting in some other sphere, but more automatically already I followed his demands while I was - still hogtied on the floor - fed again plenty fluids and some crackers this time. When the gaga and hood went back on there were not really and thoughts of mine about release or what will happen, I more automatically opened the mouth for the gag and found the hood getting back on rather the normal thing to happen at this time. And when he again asked how I would feel, I was not even trying to form any real words, but just giving some grunts into the gag again, knowing he will interpret those as total agreement to anything he did or does to me. When he continued speaking it felt like he was somewhere far away, and it did not matter too much to me what he had to say, I was still (or again) in a state where my body and my mind were no longer actively involved in what happens next.

My legs and my head were released form the chains that held them tight and I was stretched out again, after I don't know how much time having spent in this hogtied position. I didn't even feel that much of the heat inside the suit anymore, it was natural somehow to be that hot and sweaty inside, I also did not really get hard inside the chastity belt, though I wasn't really aware of any hardons at this time anyway. I was lying now next to what will become another layer on my body. It was his favorite rubbersleepsack, a special custom made sleepsack, made of that thick rubber that it will not fold together when you store it, but remains some sort of cocoon that you could just have standing in the corner as decoration of a room. It is large enough to fit on top of other layers and also has large enough legs to fit inside with boots on, it was made of rubber that was almost 5 mm thick, so it would not rip easily anyway. It also had a hood attached in the same thick rubber and it was closed by a heavy duty drysuit-like zip on the backside, going from the feet all up to the top of the hood.

I was lifted up and placed inside this sleepsack, but he must have gotten company, because it was definitely more than two hands that lifted me now. They fitted my head proper in the form of the hood and then the rest of the body down to the booted feet was places proper inside this cocoon. Even though it was made to fit on top of another layer, this suit was thicker than the usual, so when they closed the airtight zipper of the cocoon, I was tightened even more, now feeling even more immobility in my prison, and when the zip closed tight the hood, the leather underneath and as well the gag I still had in my mouth were pressed to my head even closer, the scent of rubber now came into my nose, the only open holes there were now. The thickness of this cocoon now made it impossible to move or even do much of a grunting anymore. I felt the zip being opened a little once more and he grabbed inside the cocoon - he now turned back on the tens unit, set to random - random time intervalls and random strength, so I will continuously get my 'treatment' inside the cocoon as well. The zip closed again and I was turned to lie on my back now. the tens unit, the heat, the rubber smell, and the absolute tightness of my imprisonment would normally sure have gotten me rock hard, despite the chastity belt, but at my current state of mind it was just 'happening', I registered it, but could not make it a sexual pleasure or adventure - it was real, but to me living in my own isolation at the moment it was just some sort of a normal state of me, something that has to be like it.

It was obvious, that I wasn't to be played with, now that I was in an additional pretty thick rubber-cocoon, there was no part of my body reachable anymore anyway. But I wasn't finished yet as I began to notice. I was now carried somewhere, it was hard to determine, I wasn't feeling much anymore through the layers I was locked into. But I wasn't carried far before being laid down again, to me it did not make a difference to just before, but in fact I was now placed inside a transport crate, it had thick padded sides, bottom and the lid was padded just as thick, in case of any grunting noise of mine, which I was not intended to do anyway - it would have been still silent on the outside, and as well the thick padding made any sideways, up or down moving of the cocoon impossible, I think even it the create would have been turned upside down, I would still not have slipped anywhere inside it. Next to come were two small tubes, one inserted in each of my nostrils, down far enough to ensure air coming in to breathe, those two small tubes were then connected to sockets on the side of the crate,, so even with tight closed lid, air supply was given. not only was the padded hood, the thick rubber hood already mumbling any outside noise, once the lid would be closed the outside noise would have disappeared as well, the total isolation would be complete again.

Before closing the lid I heard him talk to me again, with raised voice to make sure I understand. "At first I wanted to take you on the bike to the weekend party, but having sent off all keys and unable to get your legs apart anymore, there is no other choice but shipping you there. I have called the courier service to pick up that crate here and deliver it to the friend’s house. Unfortunately it is too late already to get the delivery done today, so they agreed to pick up the crate, to store it for the night in their warehouse and then deliver it tomorrow during the morning hours, they promised latest delivery time will be noon. So we will drop the crate downstairs now and get it picked up and I will see the crate tomorrow somewhen during morning again; Be good in the meantime, boy, and no need to tell me, I know how much you like it and enjoy it. I promised you won't get out of the suit quickly, well, I intend to keep it for sure. And if you're doing well at the weekend, I might keep you like it maybe. So behave well now, and sweet dreams - until tomorrow, boy! " Having said that he put the lid of the crate on top, sealing me off completely now and somewhat like being extreme far away I could hear some slight banging, I knew he now was nailing the lid to the crate, making sure it is proper closed and won't accidentally open up during transport or storage. Additional padlocks ensured no one will be able to open it either.

I was then carried downstairs and placed near the door, awaiting pickup and transport - I have been degraded to a thing by now, something that is shipped, I no longer travel, I no longer use human ways of transportation, but instead some sort of goods or merchandise to be shipped. No long before I noticed rough treatment of the crate, obviously I have been loaded into a truck now. It must have been a bumpy road, as I could feel the truck driving for very long time, no idea where he went, but at some point a rough dealing with the crate again for a little while before everything was calm, quiet, still - I was now in a shelf inside a large warehouse, just one crate between hundreds others. I wonder what the transport company would have thought if they knew the content of this specific crate, I wonder if anyone else might be inside any other crate at this time, I wondered a lot, what else could I have done in my situation ... still I kept drifting away more and more, so at some point lost being aware of where I am, must have dozed away ...