The weekend in layers

Author: eckie
Title: The weekend in layers...
Date: 30 October 2007

I agreed with him to visit for a week holiday. We agreed on the date and time and also on me arriving with nothing but what I was wearing, he told me he'd provide anything I need for the week. In many chats we had found out we enjoyed both heavy and protective clothing, my preference of not having a choice what to wear added to it and not having anything available will make sure I will be in whatever he decides for that week.

It starts already at arrival - once I gave him my arrival date and time at the airport, he made needed arrangements and the day of my travel an email arrived with some short orders. I was to go to a specific information desk in the airport and ask for a letter being held there for me, open it and follow the instructions to the letter. I would be watched, yet not contacted before all orders were completed. I was curious what it was all about, but had to wait a few hours before I would find out.

Time of my flight was there and after a safe landing I immediately tried to locate the mentioned desk. Not having any luggage with me made it easier, no waiting for it and just walking out of the arrivals immediately. Though it was a large airport, the signs were clear and it took just minutes before I found the desk that was mentioned, told the man behind it my name and was handed an envelope immediately. I walked to a more quiet area and opened it. It held a short note with instructions and a key to obviously some locker. The instructions pointed towards the location of that locked and ordered to get there immediately, take the content of the locked and walk to the toilet room opposite of that locker-storage.

Going there took just a few more minutes again and once I located the correct locker, I opened it and found inside a large black duffle bag, took it and headed for the mentioned bathroom just opposite of where I was. Inside I checked, only one person washing his hands, I did not worry much about him, he'd be sure gone soon, but I was anyway getting into a cabin to lock myself and explore the content of that bag. I chose on purpose the cabin for disabled people, since they usually are larger than the normal cabins and as well it would probably not be so strange if it take a little more time than usual inside there.

Once I heard the door of the bathroom again and it was silent, I guessed that one man outside had left too and I opened the duffle bag. Right on top I saw another note, took it out and started reading.

I mentioned to strip off the things I was wearing and use the content of the bag in the list mentioned below instead, each piece inside the bag was to be put on or have with me, when I was finished I was to put my own clothes completely, including keys, mobile and wallet, nothing of my own was permitted to be with me when I left the airport. My dick responded immediately to it, it was fascinating to be totally in anything someone else dictated and unable to get back as well quickly.

I completely undressed myself, putting all my own clothes and belongings on a pile, luckily those toilet cabins were larger and had additional spaces to hold on or put things on. Then I read further on the note. The first item I was to take in was a plug, actually small sized, but me being not very used to have my ass used or filled, I was happy about it not being huge. I used some of the as well provided lube and managed to get the plug up my ass. It was a strange yet horny feeling, I was sure it would not be getting out quick so hoped I would cope well with it after a while. The next item was a strap-on harness, which not only should hold the plug in place but as well had a sort chastity device attached to it. A not too large sort of pod, all metal and when I opened it I found not just the hole to put dick and balls through but inside was as well an additional small bar that will then separate balls and dick, hold them in place unable to pull them out there and more scaring for me, the inside of the front half was set with a large amount of small spikes, not sharp, but I was sure if I get hard they would do their job. I managed to get the harness on and my dick and balls placed proper inside the pod before closing it and using one of the provided padlocks - naturally without keys included - to lock it shut. Another padlock was used to keep the harness locked in the spot where all straps came together. As of now a plug and chastity was locked, no keys, no turning back.

The next item though was certainly unexpected to me and having never used it before came as a sure surprise. A diaper was to be put on next over the chastity harness. I needed some time to get it right, never having done it before I has to figure out how to proper place and put it, but at the end I managed and all I could see on me down there now was a large thick adult diaper. Obviously I was meant to stay in it for a while and it was meant to catch the eventualities, I would have to find out. Every move now of course caused some noises; diapers are not the silent kind of appliances. A very thick rubber short was the next item on the list, tightly pressing the diaper on to my body now and making sure nothing would leak.

The next item to take was large and heavy - a black aquala dry suit, feet and gloves attached, but no hood attached, just a neck seal. It was rather easy to get inside, feel the initially cold material quickly adapting to the body temperature, but it was quite some work to get the large airtight zip on the back closed by myself. Once I had finally managed, I was sure it would be rather difficult to open that on my own again if I had to. I was by now neck to toe sealed. The dry suit was not tight, yet not baggy either it seemed a good fit on my body. It was warm in the bathrooms so I felt the sweat build slowly already, drops running off my forehead by now. But the bag was still full, so more to come.

A one piece bike suit was the next item on the list. But this one had been modified quite a bit. It has lots of straps and rings all over it and also I could see a wide collar having been attached to the top of it. It took a bit of effort to get inside that suit on top of the dry suit, but after some minutes I managed and was able to close the front zip. it felt tight of course with the layer underneath but as well my cock responded to it again, not without feeling those damned spikes now, even though not being sharp pointy they still hurt my dick, there was just not enough room in that pod for my cock to get hard without pain. I quickly tried concentrating on other issues in order to get soft again but it took a few minutes before I could achieve that. Now I could continue again and finish that leather suit. Around ankles, below and above knees, at thighs also around wrists, below and above elbow as well as around the waist and chest were straps to buckle up and each of them was to be padlocked with a small shiny silver lock. Also the wide collar, keeping my head more or less strait up now was to be locked and the end of the suits sipper included in the padlock. Moving became more difficult now and without keys, there was no way to get out of anything I was wearing by now.

The instructions then continued to put the coin I found in the side of the bag for the locker and the tickets for the public transport aside, later it would be more difficult to grab them off the bag. I did as instructed and continued...

The next item I could find was a sort of snow suit or similar, made of leather very large pants with suspenders and a jacket with high collar and attached hood, but inside lined with very thick fur. Also a pair of thick leather three-finger gloves and a pair of knee-high, wide shafted, also fur lined heavy leather boots. Two small leather straps, a large gag and a few padlocks were left in the bag and that was the end of it.

I slipped into the heavy pants, they fitted tight now even though being large, but with all layers I had under it, it made the fit rather proper now. The suspenders over my shoulders, front zipper closed and again padlocked in pace. before getting to stiff to move I slipped with some efforts into the heavy boots, just to find out the ends of it could be mounted on to the legs of the pants, some loops on the bottom of the pants matching holes in the top of the boots and an additional strap holds them in place, both boots proper in place and yet again - two padlocks securing them where they were. Similar I found now the jacket; after I had put it on I found some holes in matching sports to fit loops on the waist of the pants into and then using the included belt around the jackets waist to again padlock it in place. The two (with boots four) units now were made to one. I was sweating heavy by now, but not finished yet.

The gag now came in place, tightly strapped and buckled shut at the back of my head, padlocked naturally again. Once I placed the jackets hood over my head I was also able to close the high collar completely, which by now covered the gag yet left the rest of the face visible. On the jackets collar another small strap was attached to padlock that one in place too, by that it also prevented actually to take that hood off my head. I was definitely not getting to be cold out there. Luckily it was a cold day; else I would have raised even more suspicions as I would already in this outfit. Last item to put on were the thick leather gloves. The only item actually not locked on, yet with the rubber gloves underneath I would certainly not take them off in public.

I packed all my own belongings now into that bag, took carefully the instruction note, the coin and ticket in one hand, the bag in the other and left the cabin. I was breathing heavy and sweating heavy, I wondered what would come further on. I went back to the lockers, not unnoticed by the crowd being such thick warm packed guy walking around there. I placed the bag in a locked, used the coin provided and locked it. The key went into a pocket of the jacket. I read further and found a description on where to go next. I was to take the metro from the airport to the city, which was about a 40 minutes ride. The ticket was a day-ticket valid on all transports in the city so I would not have to get any tickets on my way around.

the 40 minutes ride was strange, in the heated metro I was sweating a lot, people partially staring at me, wondering why I would not take off or open jacket/hood/gloves, but nobody mentioned anything to me, not even the conductor checking the ticket, only comment was that it must be hot in there and I only nodded, unable to speak clear with the gag hidden behind the jackets collar. Arriving at the stop that was mentioned in the instructions I was to walk down the main road for about 20 minutes - not only the heavy encasement made it hard to walk, the sweat just kept building and I could not do anything to get relief. At the end of the walk I arrived at a bus stop that was mentioned in the instructions. I was to wait for a certain bus number and step on it then. I stood there almost 20 minutes, many others taking different busses at that stop stared, whispered, some pointed, especially lots of youngsters were there too laughing, I was feeling embarrassed, lucky nobody knew me here or saw clearly who I was. I must have had a deep red blushed face, yet could blame it on the cold of the day, so it was probably not too suspicious.

finally the bus I had to take arrives, I stepped in and sat as instructed right in the front row, everybody stepping in would have a good look at that packed up guy there. I was to stay on the bus until I reached a certain stop again. The bus drove almost 30 minutes already, and we actually left the city again, the stop finally was there and I stepped off the bus, just to find myself somewhere in the middle of nowhere. No houses seen around me, the road was a rather small side road, from what I saw before leading to one of the near small towns around the city. The instructions were clear though. I was to walk the road back about one kilometer an then take a turn left into the woods, a small path would be seen leading into the woods. It was indeed the first path I could make out after walking a few minutes, still heavy sweating and getting very exhausted by now.

I was to follow that path until I would reach a small opening in the woods with a wooden sort of high chair, used by hunters or forest workers as outlook. I was to climb it up and follow instructions I would find there then.

I finally reached that spot after about 10 minutes walking, I had not seen or hears anything in the time to get there, this was a pretty abandoned place for sure. Once up there I found yet another note taped on to a plastic bag filled with other things I had to use now.

The content were a bunch of leather straps which turned out to be a suspension harness, a small black thick canvas bag, a pair of handcuffs, some chains and padlocks. In the high chair as well I found a wooden beam slightly wider than the high seat was.

I was to place that beam about two feet above the floor into the sides of the high seat so I could stand on it. Next I was to put that harness on my body and strap it tight, not without padlocking the essential buckles afterwards. I was to mount two chains over the beam on top of that high stand, so that the two ends came together again, they were just long enough to allow me to hook each of them into one of the rings provided at the shoulders of that harness I had on now. Next I was to stand on that beam I spread at the beginning, use one chain each leg to keep them as spread as possible on to the sides of the high seat. then I was to hook the chains from the top beam into the rings on the harness, place the canvas bag over my head, which successfully blinded me completely and lat place my heavy gloves hands in the handcuffs, a harder job as thought, they got very tight around the leather but also then prevented me slipping them off again. The last instruction then was to wiggle the beam I was standing on to one side until it fell off its place and down to the floor of the high seat.

here I was, sweating like hell, in several layers heavy gear, hanging from a beam high in a high stand in the middle of nowhere, no papers with me, gagged and unable to shout for help, cuffed helpless, unable to go or move anywhere, unable to see, and all I hears were the trees moving......

I started to worry, what if he would not show, what if nobody showed, what if nobody would come around here, I guessed the place was chosen on purpose to be undisturbed, what if I was to hang here all alone without anyone finding me... what if ... what ifs a lot around my head ....One thing was certain, I would not so easily freeze, but....

time was passing ... how much was it, half an hour, an hour ... was it still bright or already dark, was that a cracking of wood from someone coming, was someone passing by not noticing the guy hanging there up high in the stand, would anyone actually notice from just passing by or would I be seen easily from down there ... I could not know, I just hung there all by myself....

Hours must have passed ... finally I heard and felt someone climbing up that high stand. But who was it... him, someone else ... I moaned into the gag trying to make myself noticed, but no response, no matter how much I moaned into the gag ... I felt someone checking all bonds of the harness, all visible locks on the suit, all chains that kept me in place and then the chains of the legs were tightened, I moaned even more now, wanting out of my misery, but I ended in my feet spread and fixes to each side of that high stand, now even less able to move or swing much around. Next the canvas bag was removed and I hoped to see who was there, but I just found out it was dark already, being a cloudy night it was too dark to actually see even the ground down the high stand and the person with me stood behind me. I tried turning my head but the high collar of the leather suit prevented large movements on my neck and the little I could turn my head only kept my face disappear into the hood I had on my head. I would not be able to see who is behind me. then I heard that known noise, duct tape being unwrapped from its roll and immediately it went over my eyes, strictly wrapped around my hooded head from top down to the jackets collar, only leaving my node free, all the rest now again in total darkness and additionally by pressing the fur lined hood on to my hear it also muffled any noises, I hears less than before, with the silence in this place in general I was actually being isolated from anything now. Once the wrapping stopped I soon felt again someone climbing those steps on the high stand, someone else coming? but it was worse, all turned silent now, no movement, no sounds, no nothing... he actually left after having finished my faith of hanging there packed up as I was and unable to move at all.

someone at least knew I was there, I had to assume it was the guy I negotiated with, but I was once again left on my own, hours and hours must have passed, I pissed myself a few times into the pod and nappy and even though it must have been a rather cool night, I was sweating in the layers I was captured in. But the exhaustion took over, I dozed away a few times, making certain I had now completely lost track. Being in total darkness and silence I would not know what time it is, dark, bright, night, morning.... I was desperate to get off this misery now, but not being able to shout or knowing that most likely nobody would even hear a shout here in this place had me forget about that quickly; I was doomed to stay until released.

I cannot tell how much time passed, but I did come to from my dozing away by feeling that someone again climbed up here and I was right, shortly after I felt the beam under my feel being placed again, all chains removed and helped down to stand on my feet again. I hoped to be released and started moaning as much as the taped head allowed, but instead of getting free I was being shoved forward carefully, helped on to the ladder leading down from here and being held at the still locked on suspension harness helped climbing down that high stand. Once down on the ground again I was seated on the floor, my hands still cuffed on my back and head still taped up dark and silent. I was left there for some time but could feel someone being next to me, watching, checking.... I calmed down from the initial excitement of being released and disappointments to see it is not happening and after some time was pulled up to stand again. Once he made sure I can stand and walk on my own, I felt someone dragging, probably by a chain or rope attached to the front of the harness and all I could do in my situation was to follow.

After walking for about half an hour blind following the leash though the woods, made several times bump into trees probably on purpose, but with the thick cover on my body not really hurting at all I was stopped. I felt the rings on top of the harness being attached somewhere again and when nothing happened for a few minutes I tested it, I could let myself fall into the harness without actually falling, I was hooked up to something, standing on the ground but with my hands still cuffed on the back successfully fixed onto the place I stood now. After some time I felt someone begin to remove the tape around my head, finally I would see again. But again I was wrong. The tape was removed indeed, but carefully cut so that it actually remained over the eyes, only the rest had been removed completely. the strap on my neck was unlocked, the jacket opened to the point where the hood on my head could be dropped and finally the gag came out, but not without first finally hearing the first words since I started all this. And the words were simple, don't dare talking or you'll be back in that high stand immediately for another 24 hours. It was not too straining to be there, but I was exhausted from the layers, hungry, thirsty and definitely in need of someone around me, so I nodded quickly in order to sign I had understood. Then the gag was unbuckled and removed. I kept silent but stretched my jaws; they were a bit stiff after biting that long on that gag.

Next to come was feeding, I was given a lot of nutritious drinks, some peanuts to eat and more water to drink. it was not much to be honest, but in that moment I was happy about everything and after all the iso-drinks and water with added nuts I felt ok again, the hunger was gone and all the fluids I had been sweating into my layers had been replaced by the lot of water I received.

Hoping to get out of my layers was one thing at that time again, but feeling myself being lifted off the ground now made those hopes obsolete. I was only lifted about a foot off the ground, but that confirmed I was sure not to be released now...

I thought I heard two guys whisper, but could not be certain, but then I felt something at my feet, I was actually receiving another layer now. The way it was pulled on me I could be certain that more than two hands were working on it. This was a special made sleep sack, one for extreme winter temperatures, body shaped, hood attached, it was pulled all up my body, first the hood and collar of the jacket placed back where they were after the gag had been reinserted and the hood of the sleep sack then placed over my already covered head. I could hear the zip of the sleep sack being closed and immediately hear the noise of duct tape again, they started duct taping me now shoulder to feet into the thick sleep sack. Once they were finished I could feel yet another layer being added, another sleep sack, an army type with an additional industrial strength rubber or plastic layer on top of it was added, pulled all up to my shoulders and sipped shut, I was waterproof sealed feet to neck now. Even if it would go through the sleep sacks and leather suit, the dry suit as well would keep water out (and my piss inside). I could then feel a bunch of straps added on top, at the legs, knees, thighs, waist and chest height, securing me even more into the layers. Then my legs were suddenly pulled upwards and attached to the top strap around my chest, a sort of hogtie was the result of it. Now finally I was taken off the hooks that kept me suspended there, laid careful on the ground (well not too careful, but the thick padding of all layers made it feel soft). now after placing back the gag, putting the jackets hood and jacket collar on place again, the attached hoods of the two sleep sacks were also pulled over my head and the cords in them used to tightly tighten them on my head, leaving nothing but my nose exposed. I was getting warm inside, yet not too warm, the outside coldness prevented overheating, I was actually in a good place, warm but not too hot.

The next I felt was being carried away, not far, then placed on the ground at first I thought but it was actually a bench, one of those you use in gardens or beer tents. Once I was placed there I could barely hear but made out the noise of duct tape again. I was no neck to toe taped on to that bench, support tape for the head, leaving me a small strip to breathe. Once finished another surprise - the bench was turned around - I was obviously strapped to the bottom side of it and once they turned it hanging from that bottom side while they were now able to sit on it.

I was again carried away somewhere and then all went quiet again. I briefly heard as far as hearing could be done through the layers on my head that there was some action around me, what I did not know was the party they had arranged, a few friends I did not know who it was planned to have some beer and grill party here in the woods right next to a hut one of them owned here, I had been made part of the furniture for that and that was all participation I would get. I was more or less ignored there all the time, but could make out they must be a handful of guys, I even could hear the one or other conversation, but not clear enough to make out what it was about.

After what must have been an hour or two, or who knows, maybe even more, suddenly a lot of action with the guys, at first I did not know what it was but then I thought I could hear raindrops, heavy raindrops on that bench and the layers I was kept in. Obviously it had started raining heavy and the guys all went into the hut to continue their party, yet leaving me out there in the rain, not that I was to get wet at all, the layers were keeping me right where and how I was. Unfortunately it did not stop raining for a long time, and even though I hoped for a change, I was left there, hanging from the bench all night. at least I thought it was all night, having no ability to or see anything I again dozed away a few times, the monotonous sound of the raindrops adding to my exhaustion made me sleepy, so once again I had lost any track (not that I would have known any exact time ever since I had arrived at that high stand).

I again came to when the bench with me taped on was moved, turned around and I was cut off it. Would this be the release? Would I see and participate on whatever was going on here at the moment? When the rope holding my legs up was removed I moaned into the gag, not for complaints, but for relief, slowly stretching my legs again, waiting for the blood to circulate proper again. several hands again were on my, now undoing the two hoods or the sleep sacks and as well all straps, the added tape and finally both sleep sacks were of, I was still trapped hands cuffed on my back, blind and still in all the layers of course. Again the hood and gag were removed, threatening me to keep silent, again I was fed excessively water, iso-drinks and again a lot of peanuts, and somehow it seems they are containing enough to get through a day or two as I did without much solid food. What I had noticed now that I was up sitting again on the floor is the pool of fluids inside mu layers, I must have pissed myself a few times more in the last day or night, luckily the layers around it prevented it from getting cold, and it was warm body temperature. I again started hoping for a complete release, but did not dare speaking, the threat of being back to that high stand was enough to keep me silent, and by now actually my bones and body started hurting form the long times I had spent taped to that bench.

Without any further words the gag and hood/collar of the jacket were placed back on me after I had drunk all the water and iso-drinks they fed me, I was helped up standing and again lead by the pull of a leash or similar on that harness still locked on to me. It was again a long time walking, I do not know where to, but the walking actually did well after having been stiff that long time. I did not know but I was lead just around the hut many times before we finally headed elsewhere, they wanted me to get some exercise to get my legs proper stretched and bloodstream work proper again. It took at least an hour of walking, sweat added to the piss inside the dry suit and exhaustion took over again, I was really finished with everything and wanted to get out, but other than moaning into the gag was still not possible and I was still in the hands of the guy I still haven't seen, his mercy will decide if and when I get out of my misery.

When we finally stopped, I felt the handcuffs being undone, again threatened to keep the hands on the back or else.... then they removed the locks the kept the harness on me and finally the harness itself. I was then taken by the shoulders on both sides and pushed forward slowly, walking another few minutes and then stood still again. I thought I heard them walk away but could not be sure, but it was again very silent around me. I stood there and waited, waited I do not know how long, at least half an hour must have passed when I thought I could dare getting my hands to the front, maybe do as if I had to scratch my nose ... no reaction happened. I waited another few minutes, nothing to hear, no reaction, except ....... now I heard a bus pass by near me, not too far away must be the street I came from at the beginning.... silence again and I thought now or never.... and ripped the tape off my eyes...

It took some time to get adjusted to the light again, too long I was completely blind, but when the blur disappeared, I could actually see the street about twenty or thirty meters in front of me, and when I looked around, I was completely alone, nobody to find anywhere near .... They indeed walked away and left me here. But I did see the black duffle bag standing just next to me, and attached to it again a note...

I grabbed it and started reading - it said it was fun to keep me packed up like that for the weekend, but every weekend has an end, and for them this was the end, yet not for me. My clothes were in the bag, so was my wallet and keys, but I was not being given the keys to all the padlocks, so there was no way for me to get out of my current misery. Since it was clear I would not be able to take a plane like that, they had taken other arrangements for me.

I was to take the bus back to town and get off at a certain stop, a description of the path to an address was then included, there I would have to ring at the door, the owner there was informed of what to do. I sighed into the gag, not having any real choice here I made my way back to the bus stop and waited, another 15 minutes passed when the bus arrived, I was afraid I could be smelly with all fluids in my suit, but the driver did not say or act any strange, other than telling me I must be hot in my outfit and laughing. I do not know if he had a clue what I had been through or am still going through, but just took a swat and waited for arriving at the mentioned stop.

once arrived there I took the path described, ending up in an average neighborhood, regular family houses and once I found the address mentioned I sighed again, having to expose myself in my current situation to a total stranger again, but then rang the door bell. When the door opened I looked into the face of a guy in his mid twenties maybe, he did not say much other than giving me a nod to follow him inside. I was really exhausted from the past days and stopped worrying what happened or where I was. I followed him through the house and into his garage, which was connected from the inside of the house. In there I saw the usual tools of a garage, a minivan and a motorbike. He went to the minivan and opened the back, motioned me over there and then he took my bag and placed it at the side, starting to suddenly remove the wooden panels that made floor in the back of the van and what came out was a small hole underneath, just the size of a body and he motioned me to get inside. I was too exhausted to question anything and just did as I was told, at the end I was still trapped in all those layers and I was told all was arranged for me, so had no other choice anyway. Once I laid inside that hole which now felt to me like a casket, he used a couple of straps that were bolted on the sides and strapped me secure inside it. Without further words he started to cover up the floor again and with that actually enclosing me in this box, not without finally speaking now, telling he had to make a delivery that took him into the direction I was living and had been paid well to take care of my transport there as well. Then all turned dark again, I heard my bag being thrown on to the floor covering me and the doors of the van shut.

For a while there was again nothing before I hear the guy step into the van and starting the engine. When the van moved I could not hear much else but the engine of it, so other than feeling the various turns or the acceleration or breaking I was left in darkness of what happened. He stopped at some point and shortly after I could hear that something was obviously loaded into the van, now all covering up the floor that held me hidden underneath. A short while of silence before again the van moved ... after a line of turns, stops and starts the engine sounded pretty monotonous. we must have been on a highway by now, then I started thinking - my direction, given the city I was in that meant at least a 7hour ride by car, and I resigned.... another long time of being trapped in my prison and nothing I could do but wait ...

the hours passed and I dozed away several times, usually woken up by some bumps in the road or the stops he made in the meantime, but other than that has no idea where we were or how long it still would take ... the next time I came to the van had stopped already, silence around me, and a few minutes later the wooden panels covering me were removed. I was unstrapped and helped out of that casket holding me the past hours. Once I stood outside the van I looked around, not sure where I was, but at least I was out in the open again, not stuffed away in there. he handed me the duffle bag and pointed in a direction, also handing me a ticket for the local public transport, again I was to expose myself to others like that, but still not having any keys I had to trust what happened and started walking about 5 minutes before reaching a bus stop, now I finally could see where I was. It was s a small town near my home city, with the bus about 15 minutes ride and about 10 minutes walk and I would be home... yet still no keys, would they be in my house? If he sent them by mail, did they arrive already? Or what if they aren't ... at least I would be able to cut off the padlocks then if needed, but for now, I had to step into the just arriving bus. The driver gave me a weird look, probably wondering about that heavily dressed up guy, but I just took my seat and hoped to be left alone.

The bus arrived where I had to get off, I walked that last 10 minutes and finally stood at my house, fumbling in the pocket of the jacket to get my keys and finally went inside. I dropped the bag and thought what to do now ... I went through the letters that arrived the past days but nothing from him, just the usual mail and invoices. I wanted to get out of all this, too exhausted, and in the meantime the piss and sweat inside got really making me feel uncomfortable even more. I decided I would at least check my email before cutting off anything, but if there was nothing I would not wait any longer, it has been over 50 hours by now and was time to end.

I went to my computer and switched it on, I removed the leather gloves and still had trouble of course with the thick rubber gloves to type, but managed to logon and open my mail. A whole bunch of mails came in and when I went through the headers I finally saw one of him, I immediately opened it.

It mentioned how much he enjoyed keeping me like that and that I sure wondered where the keys were. he told me he had thought about sending them by mail, but being weekend it was not certain if they would arrive in time, so he made up a different plan. He had sent a set of the keys a lot earlier to a friend of his in my home city, he gave me a mobile number that I was to send a sms that I was arrived home and a friend of his would then come and release me.

I sighed into the gag, another stranger who I would have to expose me like this; I wondered if I should just cut it all off or follow what he told me. But the mail continued that I should be keeping the gear for the time being, and he would order another weekend or holiday at later time where I would have to show in exactly that again. Reading that I thought it would be wiser to get the keys to unlock it and not cut everything... so I took my mobile and started typing...

It took just a few seconds to get the reply that he would be here at my place in 15 minutes, so he must live not too far I thought.... and indeed 15 minutes later the doorbell rang and I opened. In front of me not a stranger though ... it was a guy I had seen in the past regular in some of the bars, I might even have talked briefly with him on occasion, but nothing deep. And he had a large grinning on his face when he saw me in those thick clothes and heard some mumbling into my gag...

he entered and we went into the living room, me hoping to finally get released now, but instead he just ordered me to get him a coffee, or if I wanted to be rude as host to him, I sighed and got him the coffee, I’d have loved to get one myself after that weekend, but still gagged there was no way.

he then started talking to me, about his friend I had visited telling him about the weekend and the plans for my return and that he had been seeing and watching me in the past, knowing my profiles and always wanted to get in touch but never was sure about my reaction. But now being in his mercy things were different. he was as much as I or the guy I visited into keeping one locked and layered and always wanted a boy on a more regular base for it, not to have to negotiate each time again but just to be able to do instead. And the way he was it right now, I was doomed to become that boy to him, since he was my only release at the moment. I had always thought he'd be an interesting guy but never thought he'd be into the same as I am, so was surprised but could very well agree to play with him on occasion, even regular since he was not too far away. When he asked me if I would want to be that boy of his I thought just briefly but nodded, not that there would have been much choice to argue.

When he finished his coffee he finally got up and told me to stand up, then he produced a key of his pocket and started undoing lock by lock... helping me out of the thick fur lined suit first, telling me to better go to the shower for the rest, I must be filled with lots of sweat and piss by now, which was totally correct.

in the shower he continued lock by lock there was while helping me out of the remaining clothes, taking off the totally soaked diaper and throwing it into the bathtub and even releasing the chastity harness and allowing me to get rid of that intrude up my ass the past two days. It was a big relief, even though I now stood in a pool of piss and sweat. He told me to shower and he would help himself to another coffee in the meantime. The shower was heaven; I never imagined it being sooooo good... I took about 15 minutes to get rinsed of and then toweled myself dry. I then slipped into a jogging pant and went back downstairs. He sat with his coffee and I took one myself too, when I went to sit next to him he immediately interfered though...

he asked if that was the right place for me to sit and who allowed me to wear those pants and get a coffee, I looked very puzzled to him not knowing what to say, he just immediately continued that I should get stripped immediately and get on the floor where I belonged. I was surprised by that sudden dominance but followed, what the heck I thought, I can just play along. While I got out of the pants he got behind me and once I stood again naked he grabbed my arms and immediately cuffed them on the back again. Once again I was a bit helpless, not to a stranger but still to someone I had not really met before. Then he pressed me down on to my knees and told me to shut up and stay put. My coffee was right in front of me, yet again so far away.... he then left the room and I heard him go out the house, just to return after a few minutes with a bag in his hands.

He told me then he will see if the items he brought will fit me and that he hoped they do. Kneeling behind me he opened the bag, I did not dare to look around, cuffed I was sure not in a position to argue anyway. the first coming on was a blindfold, proper strapped on and buckled up, followed by again a gag, large enough to fill my mouth and again not allowing more than just moaning into it. He then told me to stand up and spread my legs. Once I stood I heard him take more stuff out of his bag and immediately after felt a cold something at my dick. It took a little to figure out but I realized he was again putting me in chastity. I was too exhausted to get hard actually and it was easy for him to get it on me and what I then felt made me realize what type it was. One of those hip belt types, I had seen them before, yet never worn one. He kept fumbling around to place the hip belt and then connect it to the front part of the cb and when I suddenly heard some clicking noises I found myself proper secured in what made it impossible to get hard, cum or even touch my dick.

but I hear him take out more of his bag, I also then felt something cold on my ankles, it seemed he was trying it first and heard him humm and then finally saying it is a perfect fit before I heard a slight click again, the same on the other ankle and continuing on both of my wrists. What I could feel was nothing heavy, but cold meaning it was metal and the click was different, not from a padlock, obviously those devices had built in snap locks. I heard him then saying it might need some explaining, but he knows where I work so it will not be a problem, with that I felt another steel ring placed around my neck and the same clicking noise when it snapped in place. then I hear some chains, by the sound of it no heavy ones and he then attached them, ordering me to get my legs together and then placing the first one between the shackled he just locked on, leaving me about one foot room between them, then he uncuffed my hands and took them to the front, adding a chain between them with also about one foot space and finally attaching the wrist chain, ankle chain and the collar with a chain of about 4 feet, making me stand slightly bent forward by now. Then he told me to kneel again and once I was he removed the gag and blindfold.

I now could look at all of it, saw the heavy chastity belt on my waist touching it proved to me its strength and inevitably locking away my good parts for no access at all and then I checked the shackles he places. nothing big, just about 1 cm wide and thick with a small ring attached on one side to which padlocks connected the chains he used, no heavy large ones either but sure strong enough not to be broken easily. The same was on my wrist and ankles and when I felt the collar it seemed exactly the dame item too. I then checked for the locking mechanism but to my surprise could hardly detect it, there was a tiny seam to detect where the two half’s connected and when I looked at him he just had a big grin on his face. I asked what sort of lock that is and how it is to be opened but he just laughed and then told me. those items were made to be permanent, they could be ordered in a version with hinges and a lock to open, but as well as the ones he used here in a version that snaps into place and is only able to be removed when being destroyed, the same goes for all five of the items used.

before I could say something to it he continued that as well that chastity belt was not to come off anytime soon, he was hoping it would fit as well as it does, since he planned from the start when he heard about this weekend to lock me into it and now that he saw it locked on he was sure it was a perfect fit. I interfered now with a big nonononono, telling him I had not asked nor agreed to that and wanted it to be removed now, but he just laughed. He said I had agreed to be his boy just half an hour before and that is what I am now, I should read the engravement in the shackled if I wanted, I checked for them and then saw indeed engraved to each of them: lifetime property of Master David. I told him he cannot force me but he - still with a smile - just replied he would not have to, if I thought it through, this weekend was what I liked and there would be many weekends or evenings in future similar to it and more, we would of course go back to his friend with me packed up as I arrived today, but then I would be on his leash and I would from now on always be. he said he knew I was fancying such life with such master and there was my window for it, if I really insisted in refusing it, I could get everything cut off and he would leave forever, no further contact to him or his friend in future, but if I thought it through I might want to accept his claim on me and be sort of happily ever after.

I thought for a minute after he finished and he was actually right, I had been looking for more than just the occasional weekend, and I had never known him being so close and interested, but now that it was more or less taken out of my hands, why refuse it an instead just appreciate to have been found and claimed like that. I asked what about those rinds if they are permanent, what to tell, will they not be in the way, he explained they look fashionable since they have been made to look like it and are not as heavy as the usual prison shackles, I can easily get away declaring the wrist and neck as bracelets, and nobody would usually see the ankle rings. As well the cb would not be seen by others except the ones he wanted, so my status as claimed property would not be as obviously to the usual people as I might think yet still be a definite fact. if I accepted it now and here, he would also make me with a tattoo being his, sealing it proper and he would move in with me right away, since then he would have plenty opportunities to keep me well packed when not at work and I would have to proper opportunity to serve him as his slave in all future times. Then he finished with telling me I had 2 minutes to answer, it may be a clear yes or a clear no, nothing else, I should think wisely.

I sat there in my chains and cb, feeling even with my exhaustion getting a hard on and the pain coming with it in its prison, and even though I had so much thoughts spin at the same time, one came always to the front - do it....

So when he then told me the two minutes were over I just thought I do it right, bowed my head and said a clear yes, Master, I am happy to have been claimed your property for good now. I heard him say he was glad I decided so wisely but would need to be punished right away for not following his order of a clear yes or no by adding the rest of my sentence to it. I wanted to tell it was to please him, but he was right, he was clear in what he wanted at first and even more having accepted his claim it was him to decide from now on. he then told me to get up and show him the house, I did as he told and in my bent posture and with small steps as allowed by the short chain led him around the house top to bottom, ending in the sleeping room where I has places a small dog cage for some plays I do with visitors. He just said the word 'perfect', opened the cage door and ordered me inside, locking the door he told me that he would be back soon and left the room. I could even hear him leave the house and was again left on my own, locked up in permanent shackles and collar, chastity preventing any fun and locked in my own cage in my own house, unable to do anything once again.

it took about half an hour before I heard the door slam again, he was back, had taken a set of my keys to let himself in again, he came up to the sleeping room again and I saw him toss a large duffel bag in the corner before without further words leaving again downstairs. Then I heard him work in the kitchen, obviously looking around where everything is and another half hour later he came back again with a bowl in his hands, handing it into the cage telling me to eat, since I am sure hungry, also a bottle of water was placed next to the cage. He left again and I was indeed hungry, with the lack of a spoon or fork I decided to use my fingers and eat - some rice and meat dish, very good and filling my stomach the needed content. I also finished all the water in the bottle, I guess I will need more to fill the fluids I lost in the weekend, but there's time for that.

he came back about one hour later, sitting on my bed and looking at me, telling me he will move in right away, brought a few essentials for the next two or three days and I will have to move everything he owns in the next few days here to the house. We then also will settle my slave contract, handing over total power to him in all matters, which includes al possessions of mine and will make me really depend on him as my owner. he would hand me my rules for my behave, my daily tasks and teach me his needs, and whenever not being busy I would be safely packed away and within a few weeks I would have learned my place as piece of property, owned, serving as ordered and stored proper when not in use. he told me then to enjoy the rest of the night, tomorrow was a new workday, and he would be watching some TV now and then he left, switching off the lights and I was alone - again ... but this time strangely satisfied, almost smiling and content with my situation, much more comfortable than the weekend I has, yet restrictive enough to feel where I belong.... I dozed away again, just briefly interrupted from my Master entering the room and getting into my - well, now his - bed to sleep himself....