Tight and definitely inescapable

Author: eckie
Title: Tight and definitely inescapable
Date: 19 November 2005

I am into bondage for as long as I can remember having any sexual interest, I think even before it started, you know those games you play as a kid, cowboy and Indians, police and robber and so on - I always enjoyed being the victim getting captured and tied up...

Even then already I loved it being as tight as it gets, the less I could move, the more I enjoyed it, and of course always was sad when the game ended. Also later when I discovered the sexual part of all those bondage games, I always loved to be tied up as tight as possible, my all time favorite position being an extreme tight hogtie. Nothing stimulated my senses (and of course my dick) as much as a well done inescapable and tight hogtied position, I could have stayed like that forever, enjoying myself in this helpless situation so much.

Though internet I met many other people into bondage and also discovered that there are several others with the same kick of being hogtied extremely tight. As usual there are only few tops to find into it, but I chatted with one guy from abroad already quite some time, he enjoyed having some tightly tied victims around as much as I enjoyed being just that victim.

Of course we talked about my fable for the hogtie and having it as tight as human possible and how much I would love spending my time like that, the longer I was kept like that the more I would love it.

After having talked on the net for a few months already he asked me if I would like to experience a real immobile tight hogtie for an extended period - not talking about just a few hours, but if I was interested to have it last a few days or more. I told him that the human body unfortunately will not allow such treatment, as much as I wanted it, but he answered that there are ways to make sure there is no physical problems coming up and he would make sure I would not be harmed for as long as I was in that position. He told me he is well aware of the necessities and is equipped to keep a victim more than just a few hours well tied.

He told me he was part of the staff who at the moment were busy arranging a larger sm-event in his city and they would be interested to have some victims performing the task of living decorations in the location they had selected for the event, the event was during all weekend, so it would be my chance to spend that time well packed if I was interested.

I trusted him not to be just a storyteller and my dick definitely had a positive response already, so after a short while of thinking it through I told him that I would be interested in it, but of course would want to know more about it, and chatting on he gained my trust and convinced me that I would be good taken care of for as long as I would remain in that situation and make sure no harm would come to me during it.

The event was only two weeks away so I arranged some time off work, not just the weekend of the event, but added a few days after to make sure I could recover, being certain that such extended immobile time would exhaust my body and having a few days to recover would just be fair.

The weekend arrived and I was to be there in the early afternoon already to get prepared for the evening events. He told me I would not need to bring anything with me, since I would remain all of the time tightly immobilized. So I arrived at his place at 2 p.m. with just myself and nothing else. When ringing the bell I was seriously nervous, not really knowing what to expect and if I was capable of actually going through with it for as long a he planned it, but my dick convinced me that this is a chance to do what I love most and I could not miss it.

When he opened the door I was calming immediately down, he was looking just like on the images he sent me - a definitely positive aspect - and his warm greeting made me feel better right away. He invited me to come inside and we went into his living room, he offered me something to drink and we chatted a bit about all and nothing. It made me feel more relaxed and comfortable with the moment.

After the third beer he said it would be time to get me prepared if I was still up for it. Being comfortable and relaxed again I told him that I was curious for what to come but ready to go with it.
We then walked out of the house into the backyard, a large well covered space with no curious neighbors to watch. At the end was a pretty large shed which we entered. Inside a lot of closets, boxes, a bench in the center, nothing really pointing towards a kinky environment.

He told me to strip and while I did he grabbed something out of one of the closets. When I was standing finally naked there he came back holding a rubber suit in front of me, starting to explain that this suit was a special made suit - inside holding a specially developed system of wired and tubes, being used to ensure air circulation around the skin and also monitoring the body, necessary to ensure nothing would be wrong with me while being kept in that extended time of immobilization. I was impressed by that suit, telling him that I would not have thought of that, and sure an expensive item, yet it made me feel more safe for what was to come, knowing there was indeed serious thought being put into this upcoming scenario.

He then showed me that the suit had an attached cock sheet and an opening at the ass for later inserting of needed devices to take care of body waste, also the hood was with a small mouth hole, small nose holes and eye openings, for the rest all of my body would be covered in it. Then he helped me getting inside the suit, it was well lubed and in no time I was neck to toe covered in it, leaving the hood still dangling in front of my neck, and looking at my rock hard dick inside its sheet ensured him as well that I was perfectly fine with it.

Then he told me that I should lay down on the bench for the further preparations. While laying down there I told him that I started feeling a bit dizzy suddenly and if it might be better to have a break, not knowing what made me dizzy now. But he told me then that it was nothing, I should relax and soon I would no longer worry anyway. I asked what he meant and while he kept talking I suddenly found myself almost paralyzed, I wanted to talk and to move but suddenly could no longer control any part of my body. I heard him say that inside the lube of the suit was also some paralyzing sedative which was taken into my body through the skin already and it would be needed to continue my preparation, I should not worry, it would make it easier for me to cope with it. I would have wanted to ask what he meant, but I could no longer do anything but lay there and stare up to the ceiling.

I could feel him inserting a catheter into my dick, and even though I never had that before, it did not hurt at all, the sedative obviously worked well. Next he applied some flat goggles over my eyes, preventing now any further sight, I was totally in the dark. I could feel him then placing some plugs into my ears, he pushed them really deep inside, until suddenly I could no longer hear anything at all. I could then feel him inserting small tubes in my nose holes, I could feel him pushing them deep inside, feel them going all the way down even into my throat, but again, I was only feeling it slightly, no real body reaction on it, and no pain. Now I again felt another tube, this time into my mouth, pushed deeper and deeper into t, all the way down to my stomach - normally I would definitely have choked and even vomited, but now I could just feel it going down, but again my body did not react on it at all - that sedative really did it's job well. The end of the tube had a gag-like finish, just without any straps on it, instead some adhesive all over it, sealing it well to my mouth. He then pulled the hood over my head, making sure the tubes of the nose and mouth fit well into the matching holes of the hood and once zipped up all was safe locked in place. It felt totally weird not to be able to react on anything, just to feel being prepped with all the tubes.

Suddenly I could see again something; I could see the ceiling and then his face showing up in my sight. Also a crack in my ears and I could hear again his voice, telling me that the goggles were in fact some screens connected to a camera and the plugs were actually earphones, allowing him to switch both on and off as he wanted, thus keeping me isolated or allowing me to take part on the surroundings as he decided. He explained further that all the tubes were needed to ensure my breathing and my feeding, as well and taking care of my waste and once the ass is prepared as well, I would be ready to be hooked up to a special system taking care of all that while I would no longer be able to control any of it from now on. With the added tubing and sensors system of the suit itself I would then be able to remain in whatever position I am kept for indefinite times without getting in trouble - well not in physical trouble at least, and he grinned. It sounded pretty definite but at that time I was anyway not able to act upon it, only forced to go with it and - if allowed - see what happened next.

I was then turned over on my stomach and then he moved me to another small bench. It was not really a bench, but a small wooden plank lying on top of two rests on both ends, he placed my upper half body carefully on it, it was narrow and not too long, so only when placed proper I would not slip off it. There was an additional device at the front where he laid my head on now. The plank only reaching up to the chest. Also the feet were laid on another device temporary, since that plank also only reached down to my thighs.

Now I felt him inserting something in my ass, from the feeling I thought it was a huge plug, I would never have been able to take that normally, but being sedated and my body all relaxed he was able to insert it. It had also two tubes inside. By this size I assumed it must have it will sure not come out at all once I have control over my body again, I would not be able to relax that much to press it out at all. He then connected the catheter with one of the tubes of the plug, so all my piss would first go up my ass until it is released through the other tube. I could see him doing it through the goggles, a totally weird feeling, to see you being handled form the far while it actually happens.

Now he took a lot of straps out of a box and started to tie my body. First he tied my wrists together, I could feel the straps being soft not to cut into the skin, yet they sure were strong enough to prevent any getting free. The next strap went above my elbows, tightening it until both elbows were touching each other, already now I knew my arms would be useless. another long strap was added around my waist, including my lower arms and once tightened, holding my arms strictly pressed to my back and buttocks, he managed to knot on my belly side a first knot and them looped the ends through my crotch back to my tied hands, looping it through them and back to the front, where once tied tightly again it ensured my hands being even more pressed down on my ass and the plug definitely being pushed deeper into my ass. Another strap around my chest including my upper arms then ensures those being tightly pressed on to my back. There would be no chance at all now to move my arms in any direction.

Another strap now placed on my back just below the shoulders, looped under my arms to the front and back over the shoulders to its origin, tied there together to create some small sort harness to attach something later. Now he used another strap to tie my legs together tightly just above the knees, another one just below the knees and a last one to tie my ankles together, not without placing some padding between the knees and ankles. That way they were immobilized tightly and yet not causing trouble on a longer run from any pressure on the bones. Now he used another long strap tying it at the top of my thighs with a know in the front so that he could loop it between the legs to the back, folded my legs up so that my ankles almost touched my thighs and looped the end of that strap though the tied on my ankles. Tightening it all extremely by lopping it back though the front of that strap so that at the end my ankles were immobile fixed and pressing on my thighs now, if I could have moves I might have been able to touch my heels with my fingers for sure now. He now used another strap, attaching it on the topside of the ankle strap and looping it thorough the previously created small harness strap, pulling tightly creating a tension on my body that again pressed the feet even tighter to the body. Even without the real feel in my body while being sedated, I still could make out that this was an extreme tight hogtie of which I would certainly not be able to get out alone anymore. The only moving part of my body at this time was my head.

But not for long as I could continue watching now. He used a head harness made out of straps and placed it over my head, buckling it tight and I could make out a few rings on the sides and on the top. With another three small straps he connected those rings now to the straps over my back, tightening them as far as it took to raise my head and keep it in place. He now removed the additional rests for the head and the legs from the plank and I could se myself lay there on that small plank well hogtied, probably I could have struggled when not sedated and fall off that plank, but at the moment I could only see myself lay there unable to do anything. But even though I was not feeling much I could be sure that my dick was rock hard al the time now by just seeing myself in that inescapable tight immobile hogtie, a black item restricted on there unable to move.

I head him say that phase one was complete, and that he should hurry with the next, since the sedative would wear off probably in the next half hour. I wondered what was to come since I knew I was totally immobilized already and would not be able to escape anymore. Then I saw him taking out a few rolls of duct tap and knew what he meant. He started to wrap my entire body now, starting at the end of it, slowly covering all of it in the tap. He wrapped it tight, making me feel that the already immobile situation and tightness of my restrictions got even tighter as it was. And because he included the plank I was laying on into the duct tape wrapping I was sure I would not even be able to bend there anymore either. For the next 20 minutes I could watching slowly covering my entire hogtied body in the tape, could watch him to ensure all cables and tube still being accessible, watch him to carefully mold my face as well - now of course even more an anonymous shape as before in the rubber, but still contours well visible. While he was finishing the taping I could slowly start to feel my body come back to my control again. Well as much control as I could get in the current situation. I started to feel the restraints, the tightness, I started to feel the tubes, started to feel the enormous size of the plug, started to feel the pressure of the restraints all over my body, I wanted to moan, but any efforts I made ended in nothing, not a single noise came out of my mouth.

Obviously he noticed my attempts to move, attempts to struggle, my heavier breathing now through the nose tubes and I could hear him telling me that it was futile attempts, I was not longer able to do anything but lay there, and he also explained that the tube down my throat successfully prevented any noise at all coming from me. He told me that he sure could ask me now if things were alright, but then again, I could not speak and the way the tape was applied would not even allow much nodding or shaking of my head either. I tried to move the head and found him being right, hardly any movement at all, maybe half millimeter here and there, but that was it. He added then that since I anyway had agreed to it, it was now too late, but my dick during all the previous preparations proofed that I was actually enjoying it. I could indeed feel now that my dick still was hard as hell, and I would have loved to be able to rub it somehow somewhere, but no chance a tall for any of that. Then I heard him say it was time for the final stage - being that tightly wrapped and immobile I wondered what n hell could add to that, but should become aware right away of it.

I saw him placing a cylinder now next to me laying there, a cylinder just about approximately 4 feet high and approximately two feet diameter, hard to judge from my view. It was clear material, maybe plastic of glass, I could not tell. I could see at the bottom various tubes with adapters so was starting to guess the inevitable. I was to be placed inside that cylinder. He now lifted me up from the rests and was indeed sliding my tied body knees first inside that cylinder, and I could see it was just the size to fit tightly inside in my current position. He then turned the cylinder to the side so I was laying on the floor, grabbed though a small flap on the bottom of it to connect all the tubes and wires to their matching adapters, then he placed the cylinder upright again. He then disappeared out of my view for some time, all I could do was to look at myself, absolutely tightly immobilized in a hogtie stuck upright inside that cylinder.

A while after I heard some noises, like an electric winch or similar and shortly after I could see a large sort of tank appear in the view and sliding - obviously on a winch - just above the cylinder. Once in place he opened that tank at the bottom and I could see some very thick black fluid coming down right into the cylinder. While I could see it filling up the cylinder slowly and making my tied body disappear in it I heard him say that it was fluid rubber which hardens quickly and once done so would take away the last bit of movement possible from me. Within 30 minutes it would be finished and I was ready to be transported to my final destination then. I could not really believe what I heard and saw, this was indeed the most tight and immobile hogtie ever and there was no way ever to get out without any help. Breathing had become harder already before when the tubes were connected inside the cylinder, now having to suck air through much longer tubes from the bottom up to the nose, but seeing the thick fluid rubber now covering my body additionally I was breathing even harder, thinking it would be more difficult now, but there was in fact no difference to before, and once the entire cylinder was filled and nothing of me visible anymore I could see him remove the tank above. I even thought to hear him leave the shed since all turned silent now and all I could do is see that black cylinder standing there in the room, knowing that I was hidden inside all wrapped and tied up.

I kept attempting to struggle - of course it was futile attempts, but I could feel the rubber hardening, after some time I really was unable to make any move at all, the only move I could register was my breathing. After a pretty long time I suddenly could her him again, telling me he would now disconnect the goggles and earphones and get me transported. Then all turned dark and silent - really dark and silent, there was nothing at all coming though to me anymore except thinking that I could feel the cylinder being moved. I could feel it being places down on the ground by the slight shock the body realized form it, then nothing for a long time, and another time later again the same, obviously I had been transported and then carried again somewhere.

Suddenly I was seeing again and hearing again - many voices talking and shouting to each other, indicating people busy working, and I saw a large room, sort of looking down to it from one of corners up at the ceiling. I saw one guy with tools screwing a cylinder on to the floor while tow others carried a large round table plate placing it on top of that cylinder. I heard him then say that this was the last one and after it was in place they could get ready for the opening. I could only guess, but had to assume that the cylinder which they turned into a table was the one with me inside and looking around the room I saw at least 10 more of those tables on black cylinders in there. I could see a bar, a dance floor, many doors leaving that room, and several guys being busy getting the room ready for what he said will be the opening - in this club the event obviously as to take place he talked about at the beginning.

I watched the guys work another while until they seemed to be finished and all left. Then I suddenly hear him again talking to me, he said that I might have assumed something different when being talked about decoration, but even a table is decoration he added then. He told me then that I should look around, each of the tables was made out of the same sort cylinder, containing the same inside, so each of them has a guy tightly immobilized inside. But also I should look at the bar, each stool there was slimmer cylinders, inside of each another guy standing mummified immobile, but the stools were embedded deeper into the floor to that only the upper part actually is visible, just the right height to sit on. Also each bench or couch that I could see contained another victim. None of them visible to the future guests, but the visible tied up victims should exist of the guests themselves, no need for other toys for that.

He also then said that each of us was now hooked up to a special system in the grounds, all out tubes down the stomach were connected to a feeding system, making sure we would get what the body needs every day, but as well connected to the toilets of the club, so whoever will have a piss will feed directly into the system. So the more people piss, the more our stomachs will fill up, and the catheter will then - once the bladder is full enough - open up to the ass, filling it until the pressure is high enough to open the calve in the second plug tube, releasing the waste then into the draining system. The tubing inside the rubber suit will ensure the skin getting ventilated enough, the sensors he talked about at the begin were not only monitoring each of us but as well regularly stimulating all muscles, ensuring the health of the body itself.

He said that each of us volunteered for that treatment, but he added that this system wasn't made for a weekend only, it was made to last, so while the club had it's opening weekend he would make sure all of us would disappear from earth officially. It was indeed not just an event he had planned, it was his own sm-club he had planned opening, and he found it a very intriguing idea to have part of all the furniture made out of human beings, not for guests to see but for him to know. All victims here were hooked up to the same automatic systems, making sure of our bodily needs to be taken care of and as well allowing all of us to see through the visors what was going on during opening times, and being kept in darkness the rest of the time.

With that all turned totally silent again, all I could hear again was my own breathing and heartbeat, but I was still able to see what goes on in the room. I could see him knocking on the cylinder with me inside, but could not feel anything, it was rock solid inside and out, it was definitely the most tight and inescapable hogtie one can ever be in, and it was made to last forever. Nobody knows what is inside, nobody will ever hear or see anything of us, and we were all ultimately reduced to a piece of furniture inside this club, isolated from the rest of the world, never to be changed back. As much as I loved the preparation before, as much as I loved the idea of being kept in the tightest most inescapable hogtie I ever experienced, now that it slowly sinks into my mind that it will be a definite state to be in, I am no longer fond of my situation, the horniness was gone and followed by desperate attempts to move, to shout, to cry, but of course all totally futile. There was nothing anymore that could be done, nothing to ever make anyone aware of the victims buried in the rubber inside each piece of furniture in this club.

Random shocks and stimulations from the wired padding of my body still kept me hard, not making me feel any horny, just a natural reaction of the body on the stimulations, the plug in my ass, the tube in my dick, even the tubes in my mouth all stimulating the body to its fullest each time the system was active, and in the next tow hours of waiting looking at an empty room in the club I even came three times, no real excitement though, the orgasm wasn't real to me, yet I could not help to feel each of them calming me down more and more. At the end there was nothing I could do anymore, I have let myself get into this situation and now I have no way back, trapped by my own horniness into a lifelong tight and inescapable position.

The room started slowly filling up, obviously it was past opening time, and even though I was not able to hear, the music was loud enough to cause vibrations that I could even feel inside this rigid prison of mine. occasionally I could feel my stomach fill with fluids, the system hooked to the urinals worked its way and with the exchange via the tubes inside my ass and the occasional release when it was full, interrupted by irregular stimulations by the electro shocks all over the body, especially on dick and ass, I was not to get bored inside my prison. It was a long night party and after it ended the sight turned off, I was left all in darkness, yet the stimulations of the body still occurred irregular. Time was not an issue, unable to track it, even dozing away more or less often, it was impossible to know what time it might be. Getting a grip of the futile situation I was in now I even started to feel joy from the irregular orgasms caused by the system, and even if I would have given anything in the world to actively anticipate on my orgasms, I knew it would never be possible again and I gave in to my faith.

The times left in darkness seemed to vary, maybe they were the same all the time and just felt different, maybe it was indeed different lengths of time I was left in the dark, the only interruptions were when the lights in my visor went on and I was able to watch the room, guests of the club enjoying themselves to their fullest, while I was kept receiving my stimulations inside this prison. Sometimes I wished to be able to take part on any or all I saw happening in the room, sometimes I wished any of the guests would know I am inhere, but most times I just gave myself to my faith and learned through time even to enjoy the orgasm cause by the system, I learned to enjoy the tortures of the urinal systems, learned to enjoy every moment I was allowed to at lease watch what was going on. And pretty soon I had given up completely making any attempts to move, cry, speak, and do anything to try to change my situation, having settled with the faith of my future life inside here.

I tried keeping count on how many times I watched the room, how many evenings passed, how many days it might have been I am trapped in here, but I lost track pretty soon, and now ... I could not say is it a few weeks or moths already ... At the begin my captor was regularly around to check out all of us, check, knock and even talk to those victims inside those cylinders, but that stopped after some time, he was only rarely around, probably too busy with his club, or getting bored of his victims, who knows ... Maybe he wasn't even around at all anymore, maybe he'd no longer be in the club himself, but what would I care, I was part of the club no matter what for the rest of it's existence - for the rest of my existence...

One day though, still all in the darkness I suddenly heard that voice again, his voice. He started telling that almost 1 and a half years had passed since he started the club, it was a great success all over and he had received an offer from someone to buy it, an offer so good he could not reject it. He made sure that the entire systems he set up was to be kept running, he made it part of the selling contract that one of his trusted employees will have to be kept working for the club indefinitely, taking care of all to its best and given the intense care the systems give to all of us, he assured all of us a very long future in our current state and he would for sure regular come back to the club, knowing each of us being trapped here and if we look for him visiting we will sure see his big smile each time. With that it turned all silent again....

So if you ever come to a sm-club that has tables and chairs with cylinder like bases, all black and shiny, make sure to knock ... it might be one of us inside it trapped in the tightest and inescapable way one can be....