Trapped

Author: eckie
Title: Trapped
Date: 28 February 2003

I picked up the mail and went inside the house to put it with all the other mail I collected through the week. I was house-sitting for a friend, who was on a business trip for a week and asked me to look after his plants and mail during that week. He’s living apart from the city, no direct neighbors around, a full mailbox might invite some burglars in such lonely area, even though there’s an alarm system, still better be safe than sorry is what he always says … We’ve known each other for quite some time and some times also play with each other, so it was no problem for me to take care of this during his absence.



It’s Friday afternoon and he’s coming back this evening, so I did some shopping as well for him to make sure the fridge is filled for his weekend. Just like me he’s into rubber and bondage a lot, but unlike me he got a huge amount of fascinating outfits and equipment, one thing that keeps me coming back to his for quite intense rubber and bondage plays.



I didn’t have plans for the weekend, so I thought I’d stay at his place for the night and be there when he arrives, who knows, we might have some nice time then later in the weekend, I’d sure enjoy some sweaty encasement and restraining by him. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the couch and thought I’d enjoy one of his bondage videos in between – even though I’ve seen most of them already, some you can just watch over and over again for some of the horny scenes in them (I admit, there’s not too many really good bondage videos on the market).



Already during the first scenes of the video I started getting semi hard, thinking about actually being the victim in this video – when I came up with the idea to check out some of my friends gear – I could enjoy those videos just as much (or even more) in some good rubber and chains and I know my friend would not mind. So I paused the video and went upstairs into his playroom. I knew all the drawers and cupboards already, what I could fine in them so checked out what I might do to me for this evening. First I thought about some basic catsuit, hood and some steel collar/wrist/ankle combination that would sure give me the right mood for those videos, but while taking out the items I came up with another idea.



What if I would prepare myself in some horny encasement, well chained and locked in a way where I had to wait for my friends return to get loose again – he’ll be back tonight, so I could enjoy a nice time imprisoned by myself until then and I am sure he will love the horny view of a rubbered chained victim waiting for his arrival. But of course that needs some more preparing.



I went downstairs again and opened a some bottles of beer and lined them up on the table. I sure will want some more drinks during the waiting time. Next I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself out – we don’t want surprises during the night I thought by myself. Being finished I went back upstairs to see what I could do to myself for this night then.



To start with came a medium sized plug, I have never been eager on stretching my ass wide, but still love the feeling of some plug up there. After the cleaning and being well lubed, it wasn’t a big hassle to get it up my ass, and immediately I got hard again. But I had other things in mind already so had to concentrate on something else to make sure to get softer again … I knew my friend also has a nice steel chastitybelt, which we already once tried on me successfully – it fits well and will add some more fun to my situation. So I took the belt and went down on the bed, lubed my dick well to be able to slide into the tube easily, a bit wiggling and twigging with the locking mechanism and there I was – well locked and with the belt also the plug was well secured then, no longer able to be pressed out. I put the key for this belt in a little bowl in a shelf; there will sure be more keys to come.



That horny feeling yet again caused me to get harder, but this time it wasn’t so pleasurable anymore, tightly locked in the belt I had to focus quickly on other things, else it would be hard to continue my preparations. To protect any other rubber I wanted to wear on top of this I now took a quite thick rubbershorts and pulled it on, it would not break from eventual contacts with the steel belt.



Next I took out a medium-thick one-piece rubbersuit – feet, gloves and hood attached. The entry to this suit is through a zip on the upper part of the back, just like with some drysuits. I lubed the suit and with that it wasn’t difficult to get my feet all the way down the legs, smoothing out the wrinkles in the rubber. Then I pulled it up my torso, my arms inside until they fitted in the attached gloves, again smoothed any wrinkles. Before entering my head too I added a rubbergag with an about 1 foot long breathingtube. I could use that tube later downstairs as kind of straw to drink out of the bottles. Next was pulling down the hood over my face and making sure all openings are in the right place and the tube came out proper also. The hood had pinned eyes, nose holes and open mouth. The zip on the back has a little cord attached, so with some tweaking around I managed to close it, by that the suit nicely tightened on me. The first part was done.



I always get horny by the fact of not being able to take off anything I am told to wear, so there had to come more now. So on top of the current I took a nice black drysuit-like one-piece. It’s nice heavy and thick, specially made similar to Aquala, but a more snug fit and there were two zips, one from the top of the hood towards the neck and one from the middle of the back up to the neck, so they can be easily padlocked, ensuring the suit wont come off so fast. With lots of lube again I managed my way into the legs, arms, and the hood over my existing rubber; again I made sure the tube is well placed before closing the two zips down the neck and adding a small padlock there. Again the key for it I placed in the little bowl. I already started sweating a lot and my dick hurt from trying to get hard all times, but I wasn’t finished yet.



Next I added a heavy stellcollar; he got this made on his own design. It consists of a collar in the middle and another heavy steelring of about 20inch diameter, connected with bars star-like soldered to the main collar The entire thing had about 10 pounds weight, a joint on the outer ring by which it can be spread to be put on the neck, and the open parts of the collar and the outer ring had snap-in locks, so you needed a key to open it again. Of course that key went to that little bowl too Not only is that collar heavy weight, but also it hides the padlock on the zippers of the suit, unable to reach it as well now, and by it’s design the collar prevents you from lying down too, you can only sit or stand or find some position to lean somewhere with the collar not in the way. In the same style he also had some wristcuffs made and as well anklecuffs – if you put all of them on one guy he’ll not so much anymore, can get the legs together, cant get the hands together or anyway touching yourself with your hands either.



I sorted out all the stuff I wanted to add and went downstairs; of course I was planning to continue the video when I was finished with myself.





Back downstairs I pulled my legs into some heavy waders; I thought they’d just finish off the good looks of all the rubber I had locked myself in already. Next I padlocked one end of a long chain around the radiator in the living room. Of course the key was upstairs as the other keys of all locks I used. I pulled the other end of the chain to the place where I was to sit down. now I added the anklecuffs, same style as the collar (which by now was very heavy already and uncomfortable with that), I had to squeeze the rubber of the waders a lot to get those anklerestraints around, but with that it also ensured at the same time that I could not take off the waders anymore. Having both of these restraints on my legs I could have my feet only spread and if I would stretch my legs while sitting on the floor they would be somewhat in the air with the size of those special cuffs. Now to make sure I would not be able to go upstairs for the keys, I attached the almost end of the chain around the outer ring of the collar, padlocking it there, leaving about 4 feet loose, padlocking then the loose end around both outer rings of the anklecuffs – joining them in the middle between my feet, adding some more restraining with it. I would probably be able to walk, but difficult, small weird movements only, and the short part between collar and legs would prevent standing all upright also – but then again, the length of the chain would prevent me to reach upstairs for the keys for sure. As last part now of course I had to somehow restrain my hands – for that I took those special made cuffs too, while attaching the first to my left wrist over the rubber of my suits, then preparing the second one for the right hand, putting it between my torso and the side of the couch, so that once my hand is in the middle part I could press it shut with my body, once snapped locked it would finalize my confinement.



By this time now I was heavy breathing through the tube, sweating heavily – hard work to get yourself well tied I thought … but sure worth it, feeling extremely horny right now, but the chastitybelt of course causing trouble, but you know .. That sort of pain is enjoyable pain – smile … I felt great right now, and was curious how my friend will react when he comes home and finds me here confined helpless like that.



I looked up to the clock on the wall – it was almost 7.00 evening by now, so I in about 2 hours my friend should be home. I crawled as good as it was possible closer to the table and took some beer off the prepared bottles with the tube of my gag – with all the sweat I already lost it was mot much to empty that first bottle quickly.



I carefully grabbed the remote of the video and continued that movie where I stopped before I got myself prepared. With those cuffs around the wrist you still can grab many things when they are not hidden in corners, but it is difficult to move around, do things where you normally use both hands, or get any close to your body/head.



So I sat there – well packed, well restrained, I wouldn’t be able to go anywhere far … I loved that feeling, the sweat, the tightness of the layers of rubber, the plug in my ass, even the pain of the hardon in the chastitybelt, the restrictions on my neck, arms, legs – and I enjoyed watching that move further on. With all the sweating I soon empty another 3 of the beers. As you can imagine – nature calls soon then... I hadn’t really thought it would be so quick, was thinking that I would not have to piss before my friend comes home, but – here I was … trying to suppress it, but after only short time I had to let go – luckily the rubber was airtight down there, so I would not create a mess in this room, but instead will have to sit in my piss for a while. I’ve done that more than once so it did not really bother much, on the contrary – was some quite horny add-on to my current situation.



The phone rang suddenly – it was outside in the hallway – I would not have reached it with the chain anyway, but the answering machine went on, stating my friend isn’t here and leaving message as usual. I didn’t want to listen to it, as it was probably some business contact for some inquiries I am not really interested in, but then I noticed it was the voice of my friend talking on the machine: ‘Hiya, it’s me – I know I wanted to be home tonight, but something came in between, in will have the next flight tomorrow morning, so will be back later in the day then. I guess you’re waiting for my there and listening now or if you’re not waiting for me it anyway doesn’t matter. Seeya tomorrow bud.’ With that another beep and the answering machine stopped.



I sat there, not moving, I would normally have shouted out ‘WHAT???’ but the gag prevented that, thoughts raced around my brains – what did he say? Tomorrow during day??? I would never make it in this situation I was in til then, I cannot stay like that until then, how the hell will I get out here now ….. panic started coming up, I tried immediately moving up somehow, which failed of course in the first few attempts, letting me fall down on my butt, each time pushing that plug hard in my ass. Gone was all the horny feelings, gone were the fun.



I a further slow careful attempt I managed now to get on my feet, bent down because of the short chain between collar and anklerestraints, inch by inch I tried making my way to the stairs. Those fucking keys are all upstairs; I have to get to them…. I thought if I sit down on the stairs an lift myself stair by stair backwards, I should manage – walking with the chained anklecircles was hardly possible on stairways. When I sat on the first step I pulled the attached chain as far as possible, trying to see how long it will be, how far upstairs I will get – but after only approximately 6 feet it was stuck – with that length I would only make it half way upstairs. The same would go for downstairs in the basement, where he would have his tools, so that I would maybe have managed to cut off a padlock or chain. They were also out of reach.



F*** - what shall I do – I thought about the phone, so tried walking carefully again towards the end of the hallway – but again – the chain wasn’t long enough for me to reach it. Shouting was no option with the gag in my mouth underneath the two hoods, and being in such lonely spot without direct neighbors – who should have heard it anyway. So no calling for help, so release was actually impossible. Now I have to say – I have obviously done a perfect job – there is nothing left but wait for help.



It would be another 15-18 hours, he didn’t exactly mention the time of his return tomorrow, I sure could do with one evening without food – I still had one beer open on the table, and the chain will allow me reaching into the kitchen, so I could get out some more to drink – that at least would not be a problem – but as for the rest I was stuck in my self decided prison until tomorrow. Inside all this rubber I would need lots of fluids, then again – I’d fill up the rubbersuit with all the piss too in between.



For the moment there is nothing left but to stay as I am where I am – I should make the best out of it and watch some more movies, even though the chastity will prevent any cumming – I will have to endure my situation until tomorrow …. I’m sure my friend will have a good laugh when he finds out I am here since today already in that situation … but… what else could I so but wait …..



The time went with the TV and movies, I had to get my way to the fridge a few times for more drinks, and the suit was slowly filling to, I was quite exhausted by the time it was midnight. It wasn’t so much fun anymore as it was when I dressed up, but still I found some joy in my situation – it is what I normally like, not able to get out, not able to take off anything, forced to the mercy of someone else – just I normally have someone to do it to me and not to place myself in such hopeless situation. I was thinking that luckily he didn’t stay out the entire weekend or even longer, I would be in serious trouble then, but even until tomorrow is already more than I bargained for. But also I thought that spending my time such imprisoned is sure more fun than hanging around the bars and not finding good fun there. It must be how a rubber fulltime slave feels, such one will probably spend most of his time in similar confinements – who knows, I might enjoy that even, and I felt some slight grin on my face coming up with that thought. Having managed to find some ‘rather’ comfy way to sit, leaning against the couch I dozed away at some point.



I woke up several times in the night, from the discomfort of sitting, the plug up my ass, the sweating or when I moved my arms in the sleep and banged my head with those circles, but being exhausted from that long time in my situation I always fell a sleep again after some time.



I woke up again in the morning by my raging morning hardon, the pain in the chastitybelt prevented me from sleeping now, also I was thirsty again, so yet again I made my way over to the fridge – each of these ways a sort of adventure in my restraining. The piss inside the suit also made splashing noise during the way there. My ass hurt also from the plug in there, I haven’t had one in for so long, especially not sitting on it all evening and night. Back in the living room I made my way on to the couch, it was softer, so the plug wouldn’t hurt that much, but I had to sit in a bent down position with the short chain there, to lie down on my back wasn’t possible with that collar on, else I would have tried other positions. I managed to stay in carious turnarounds for the morning, trying to get as comfy as one can get in that situation, at the end I could not do much more but still wait and continue filling the suit with piss as well again.



I kept watching the clock, but of course, if you’re waiting for the time to pass, every minute becomes an hour – and in my current situation it felt like days …..



Finally I heard the lock in the door being turned with a key – I started grunting into my gag immediately – wanting my friend to find me here immediately – I wanted out of my prison. He of course heard that grunting and came quickly into the living room, but the just stood there with an open mouth first, and after what I thought being ages he started smiling: ‘Hey – what nice welcome present do I have here – someone must like me a lot to leave such present for me behind’ he said. I kept on grunting into the gag, but there was nothing understandable coming out of my mouth of course. I wanted out and he just joked about it. I felt a bit pissed off by not being able to vocalize my need to get out, and of course he couldn’t have known that I was like that since the afternoon yesterday already.



He inspected the gear on me, how I have put all my restraints together and nodded acknowledging t the work. ‘Very well done, I guess whoever is under that hood won’t be running away so fast’ he said. Yeah, is if I would not know – I realized that already more than 16 hours ago, I kept thinking. He then said: ‘I guess I have to search for the keys first if I want to take this present elsewhere’ and with that he left the room. Take it elsewhere? Is he crazy? I want out here, nothing else …



After some time he finally came back with the little bowl containing all the keys. “someone was so nice to put them all well together’, he said. And to my luck he started undoing the chain. When the lock at the legs went I finally could stretch my back again, a relieving sigh came through the tube. ‘Oh, someone is in there probably already some time longer, judging by the sigh I just heard’, he mentioned, and I only nodded heavily. He also removed the rest of the chain, so that I actually was no longer bound to the length of it – but still in all the other restraints I would not get far also. He then undid the ankle circles. ‘I knew they would do a perfect job’ he said while undoing them. Being able to stretch my legs I would have kissed him for it, but the gag and the collar would not allow it anyway.



Next he took off the collar, finally I was able to lie down full stretched on the couch – it was a great feeling after all that bent time. “Oh, someone needs to lie straight’ he said – ‘I think I know something good here’ he continued. What does he mean now – just get the rest off of me and I’ll be happy …



He took off the wrist circles now too and left with all that gear upstairs. I thought that he could have put all upstairs later too and first get me out of the rubber too, but then again, I’ll just wait those few more minutes. With the padlock on the suit I still wasn’t able to take off anything else so far.



When he came back I was quite surprised, he carried another gasmask hood with him and a leg/wrist chain combination. What’s that I thought and started grunting into the gag again? ‘Shut up’ he said, ‘either you comply quietly or you’ll spend the rest of the coming week in those rubbers.’ – The voice was strong and determined, so I know he was serious about it, not making a joke here. Still locked, I was at his mercy anyway, so better go along and hope to be released soon then. After such business trip he’s sure exhausted and anyway would not go for an extended play now.



He fastened the cuff-combo on my wrist and ankles, again I was more than helpless, and then he took another bottle of water and let me drink as much as I could again through the tube – obviously he knew that I needed water again. Then he took the hood – a gasmask included in a full head covering hood – and pulled it over my head. He rolled the tube inside the mouthpiece, so that the mask fitted over it, so I was breathing still through the tube, but inside a gasmask. I heard a slight clicking again, he must have locked that zipper of the added hood also to the other sippers of the suit, and once more something I would not be able to take off myself. The mean part added here is the fact that the glasses of that mask are blacked out, no more seeing either now for me. Now I really have no more choice but letting him do as he wants.



He now pushed me towards the door of the room – in the chains I can make only careful smaller steps, but he leads me carefully, so I don’t worry too much. He pushes me towards the stairs; I know he wants to get upstairs. Knowing the house it is ok for me, I carefully step upstairs, slow as the chains allow it. From the directions we go I know we go into his playroom. He probably wants some short game before resting himself, so I hope to be out of this prison in maybe one hour – it isn’t easy after all that time, but still a bit horny I will sure cope with that hour.



He led me over to his table I knew. “Sit on it and lay down on your back’ he said, helping me to lay in the right direction and position. He then started fiddling around my leg chains, releasing them, but also pushing my feet into something else – I recognized it must be his rubberbag. A heave industrial rubber made sleepsack with airtight zipper, an open face hood attached. I knew it would not make sense to resist, so I complied with the action now. He also took off the restraints of the wrists now and helped my arms inside the inner sleeves of that bag. Some pulling around of the rubberbag and I felt the zip being closed from the feet on upwards to my chest. He then pulled the attached hood in place, covering my head, leaving the gasmask visible (but hiding also all locks now) and then continued shutting the zip all up to my chin. No more possibility to do anything for me, that industrial rubber is very strong, and with the other rubber underneath I was wearing, this bag was tight enough to prevent much movements.



Now I felt him tightening lots of straps around that bag. I know he has some full body covering harness for that bag; it goes all the way from around the bottom of the feet to including the head with various interconnected leatherstrappings. He uses that normally for suspending someone in the bag – so I had to assume he wants me ‘hanging out’ packed as I am. Some more noises came from chains and what sounds like snapping in of hooks – that confirmed my thoughts, he was not attacking all rings on the harness to several chains he has on a winch.



Once finished with all the chains I heard the noise of the electric winch – he lifted slowly the bag, adjusting in-between some of the chains here and there, so that at the end I was full horizontal lifted off the table – the time of the noise I heard coming from the winch I must have been listed up almost all the way to the ceiling.



Here I was, swinging in the air, multilayered, still gagged and heavy rubberized, but at least stretched out. I could have found it extremely horny normally, but after that long time before in my own chosen imprisonment, the plug hurting my ass, no way to get hard without pain, I hoped that he’s get tired soon and release me.



Then I heard his voice again, softer now: ‘I just came back form a exhausting business week; you will excuse me if I am tired now. I think you’re well stored away here now and I will have a sleep now – don’t run away in the meantime’ he joked. Run away?? Sleep?? Damn, I grunted again in my gag, tried struggling around, but the only result was more swinging around, he couldn’t understand what I wanted to say, that I wanted out, that it gets too much, that I have been in that situation so long already. I heard a door shut – he must have left the room and probably go for a rest now ….. How long will he be away again, will he just relax, will he sleep, will he come back soon or leave me again for long time … lots of questions in my head, but yet again – there was nothing I could do but wait …. Wait for release … again being at the total mercy of the man with the keys ….



It wasn’t really discomfort hanging around there except of the plug and chastity I put myself in, but I definitely could not doze away anymore – so I had to wait, and it seemed hours I have been there before I heard again the door of the room.



‘I think you’re done by now, ripe to be plugged off’ I heard him saying and I felt movement, the winch was active again, taking me down to the table again. All chains were undone, the bodyharness taken off the rubbersack I was still in. Will I finally be out?



He continued by opening the rubberbag all the way down to the feet, so at least that one piece will be off now – I still didn’t feel much cooling coming through though, the two rubbersuits kept me hot and sweaty. Also, having been horizontal, my piss collected since yesterday spinned all around my body by now. Moving my legs out of the bag he heard that splashing noise too. ‘Ah, someone is quite messy inside, from the noise this must be a huge amount – I think you might be in here quite long now already. Taken the fact it is now 7.00 p.m. already.’ Did he say 7pm? That makes 24 hours now; I think if I don’t get out here soon, I’ll be melting away inside here. Still in the suits and hoods he helped me up from the table, I was quite weak on my feet, but he supported me and lead me away form the table. Again from the directions we went I knew we were heading for the shower – will I finally get off that stuff here, I hoped?



He lead me into the shower and then finally took off the gasmask hood, I could see again – and I saw him grinning all over his face. Next off came the heavy rubber suit – once the padlock was removed he pulled both zips open and helped me out of it, but I could see his surprise to find me in another layer of rubber underneath and the gag still under the other hood. He then opened the back zip of the left suit and helped me pull my head out of the hood – my face must have looked heavy red, swollen – he grinned and said: ‘I thought it was you, who else would be doing this for me, locking himself in as surprise for my return. But I didn’t know you’re in so many layers – but I am sure you enjoyed every minute.’ By that he had taken out the gag too and I finally could voice myself again: ‘Nah, fuck it’, I said, ‘if you only knew. I have locked myself in all of it yesterday afternoon already because I thought you’d return soon after. You cannot imagine the tortures I have gone through in my mind when you called and spoke on the answering machine. But as you saw there was no way for me to get out of this prison without help. You bet I am more than happy to finally be out here now.’



He was surprised once again and said: ‘Wow, if I would have known, I probably would not have extended the time in the bag then, but obviously you survived and must have enjoyed still some of it.’ He had a wide grin on his face again and I could not help thinking that at the end it WAS quite a horny experience, even if it didn’t work the way I had planned it. But then again – if I would be a rubber-bondage toy to someone, ho knows, that might be part of my daily life then …. I started getting hard again with those thoughts, and because still being in the chastity my face showed that pain I felt. ‘What’s up’ he asked. ‘Get me out of this and you’ll see’ I replied. He continued pulling down the rubbersuit to free me, by that all the piss and sweat I collected went out – god what am I happy to get free now, but of course he laughed when he saw the chastitybelt and also the plug locked by it.



‘Aaah, now I know where that other key fits that I found in the little bowl’ he said and went off to get it. When he returned, the last pieces of my long-term prison went off and I had a very relieved expression on my face. He started the shower and said: ‘Have a nice long relaxing shower and then come downstairs, I prepare some food for us – you must be starving after that long time’



I think I stayed at least 30 minutes under the shower, it felt just so great to be free again, but my stomach then told me to get toweled and downstairs, I needed some food for sure. I didn’t bother putting on any clothes; I have been worn enough the past 24 hours. Down in the kitchen he had some sandwiches and some water on the table and I eagerly started eating.



We had some talking about the hole situation I was in, how I felt when he cancelled yesterday, what troubles I was in during the time, but also how actually horny it all seemed to be now that I am out again, and I mentioned also my thoughts about such permanent rubber-bondage slave, how such way of being kept or stored would probably be ‘normal’ to such toy. And – free from the chastity, my dick was hard almost all time during the talking.



This of course wasn’t unnoticed by my friend and he mentioned that we could have another play later if I would be up for it, I sure could use some relieve down there as well. I definitely wanted to jerk off, I am sure I would have loads and loads of cum waiting to be released too, so I agreed for some shorter play again. ‘Just don’t let me end up like yesterday’ I joked, he laughed – but I thought I recognized some evil in this laugh …..



We sat on the couch for a while talking about all and nothing, when he asked if I was ready to go for that promised play again. I was still hard and horny so agreed to start right away. We went upstairs again in his playroom, he told me to sit on the table while he picks some items for me. First item to come was a rubberhood, again just some pinholes at the eyes, but open mouth and nose holes, well lubed it slid down my head easy and he pulled it in place to have all openings at the right places again. Next he attached leg and wrist restraints to me and told me to get up. He lead me to the middle of the room where he had some hooks in the floor and some chains coming down from the ceiling, There he attached my wrists, slightly spread above my head, then he attached my ankles to the hooks in the floor, I had to stand spread then, finally he pulled the chains upwards so that I was tight spread-eagled standing there. Again helpless, but this time he was there and I enjoyed it very much, my dick showed it clearly.



He started stroking my dick and I immediately started moaning – horny as I am it would not take much to get me cumming. He stopped, went to the shelves and came back with an inflatable gag, which he pushed in my mouth and strapped tight behind my head. ‘I prefer you to be silent for now’ he said and then continued stroking my dick. My climax built up very quick and I wanted to let him know to slow down, but he just grinned on my muffling and continued stroking harder – only a few strokes later I came – and how I came – long and heavy, the cum landed far away on the floor, but he still kept stroking. I was exhausted from that climax and wanted him to stop, but he kept on for a while, my dick hurt during that and started to soften. So that was the short play then I thought, lucky not to have such heavy scene as I had before.



‘Now that is what I wanted’ he said, ‘a nice soft dick of yours, your hardon would have been in the way for the next step.’ Next step? So it was not over yet? Having cum I was no longer in play mood, being exhausted still form the day I had behind me I would not be up for some long play now, but still I was curious what he had in mind. He left the room short and came back again with the chastitybelt he grabbed from the bathroom where I left it. Was he going to lock me in again? Well, I just came, so I would cope with it for a while without problems. He went behind me and suddenly I felt something penetrating my ass again – I didn’t notice he also got the plug I had before from the bathroom, but he had it lubed and now forced it back in my ass again, I wasn’t able to reject it very much, so he pushed it in until my ass held it tight. He then managed to put the belt on me properly and get it all in place, the lock clicked and again I was well secured down there.



Now he grabbed a strong leathercollar and put it around my neck. To one of the rings of it he attached another chain coming from the ceiling and pulled up that chain so high that I almost choked. A wrong move of mine and I hang myself. What does he have in mind here – noose games aren’t my deal and he knows that. I tried protesting, but the gag kept me silent. ‘As you see, if you don’t cooperate, you’ll be in deep trouble, you’ll strangulate yourself, so get along with what follows and all is fine’ he told me. Well, in this situation again I was at his mercy and had no other choice but to cooperate.



He left again for short and came back with that aqualalike heavy rubbersuit. Holding it in front of me he said: “it looked so well on you, I guess I will have to get you back in again, and I am sure you will enjoy the fact that I didn’t clean it, the smell of your sweat and piss is still in there’. He stared lubing my hole body heavily and then released my feet from the restraints, but immediately lifting the chain on the collar a bit, so that I still was doomed to be careful not to do anything wrong if I wanted to keep breathing. He helped one foot in the leg of the suit, pulled it up a bit, then came the next foot inside the other leg, he pulled the suit all up to my chest then, and it slid easy with all the lube on my body. Then he let down the chain a bit so that he could spread my legs again into the restraints on the floor.



He wanted to make sure I cannot resist anything. Now he released my arms from the restraints and told me to be careful, a slight push of him and I would hang in my collar. He helped both arms inside the sleeves of the suit, pulled it over my shoulders and then zipped the back half way up. He again fastened my arms to the restraints before taking out my gag. With that he immediately told me to keep my mouth shut, I would not have any say in my current situation – and he was right with that.



He then pulled the hood of the suit over my already hooded head and closed all zips on the backside – the click I heard confirmed my fear that he would lock it again. Now he fetched a ballgag and fastened it. It wasn’t too big so I could still have made noise or even tried to somehow muffling articulate myself. He continued then with a rubber headharness, like a muzzleharness, put it careful around my head and buckled all straps. The pinholes in the first hood I had on didn’t leave much sight, but again I heard several clicks, he padlocked all straps of the harness and the strap around my neck also again to the zips of the suit. With that I was no longer so easily able to get understandable words out of my mouth. Pain started again at my dick, I still enjoyed all he did to me, but getting hard yet again was painful in that belt.



He went to one of the wardrobes and picked a heavy rubber straitjacket from there. It also was a special made one, some shorts to step in instead of straps, very thick industrial rubber, and a hood attached again. He released my arms and feet, but I still was chained by the collar to the ceiling. He helped me feet get into the shorts-part, pulled it up to my crotch, and then helped my arms into the sleeves – those sleeves end in some sort of hard rubbered mittens, I had to make a fist to fit in. He zipped it up to the neck on the back and then buckled all straps on the backside tight. My arms were crossed over my chest and lead backwards though some loops on the site of the jacket and then also the buckles of the attached straps were closed, once again I heard several clicks of padlocks. He then released the collar form the chain and took it off – by now I anyway had no more chances on anything. He pulled the left hood-part of the jacket careful over my harnessed head and zipped up on the back completely – again a padlock clicked and it was locked. This hood had nose holes, no mouth and the eyes were covered by dark plastic, still something to see, but not clear, and with the pinholes of the other hood my vision was definitely extremely reduced now.



Not finished yet he now attached a tall posture collar around my neck, buckled up an padlocked it was hiding the other locks of the hoods and zips. Again he left shortly and came back with the waders I was wearing earlier. He helped me in both of them and then put on some heavy steel restraints around them, connected with a 2 feet chain. The tightness of those restraints again made it impossible to take off the boots myself. He then stepped back to look at his creation. So I was once again trapped in several layers, and definitely not able to take off anything at all without his help.



He attached now a leash to the posture collar and led me over to a large mirror; he switched on some extra lights so that I could actually make out how I looked like now. From the outer view you could only see that straightjacket, waders and what seems to be rubberpants, you could not realize that there was heavy rubber all over underneath, not see the gag/muzzle, and not see of course the plug and belt. ‘How do you like that, boy’ my friend said. He hasn’t called me boi earlier, so I was surprised, but trying to say something ended up din unclear muffling again. He grinned widely, switched off the lights and took me by the leash out of the room. We went downstairs again and in the hallway he attached the leash to a hook on the wall, leaving me there and going back upstairs again. There was nothing to do for me but wait for him; I wonder what he got in mind, as if I didn’t have had enough enclosed rubbertimes today.



After some time he came back – now completely dressed in rubber himself – shorts, chaps, t-shirt, rubberboots and jeanslike rubberjacket. “it’s time to go out, boi, I want to have some drinks in my club tonight’ he said. Did he want to take me out like that? I sure have imagined that several times in my life, being taken out like that, Just an object or like a dog with its master, but now that he said that I got my doubts if I would actually like it. But then again, packed like that no one will recognize me, so what then, I anyway had no choices in my situation. He took the leash again and pulled me behind him outside towards the garage. Walking with the chains wasn’t easy, but went well without big troubles.



We stopped at the boot of his car. Was he going to put me in there? Of course I was right with that, he opened the boot an told me to get in – he helped me climb in ad had me lie on my site, then attaching the leg chains to one of the straps of the straightjacket very tight – I sure would not move around too much in there now – then the lid of the boot closed shut. I felt the vibrations of the car when he stepped in and started the engine and then I felt the car moving. I know which clubs he usually goes to, being Saturday it will be the “Stud’ probably, a club in the town next to us, so it will be a short ride then. But somehow I failed here. After what I thought might have been 15 minutes we should have arrived already, but the car was still monotonously driving, so we must be on a large street and not inside a town. Another 30 minutes passed before he finally stopped the car. Shortly after the lid of the boot opened, and he released the leg chains from the straps so that I was able to get out of the boot with his help. To my surprise we haven’t been to the Stud, but instead all I could make out was a lot of trees around us and some large building somewhere ahead.



He took the leash again and led me closer to the trees, then told me to lean on a smaller tree there with my back. I thought he wanted to do some outdoor play, I always fancied that so got a bit excited again, yet the pain from the chastitybelt started immediately again. He went back to the car and took a small box out of the boot. Being back with me he opened it and took out something that looked like rubber bands, about 5 inch wide, and it seemed lots of it. He closed the box again and put it besides me on the tree. Then he helped me standing carefully on it. He checked that I lean straight on the tree and then started to wrap those bands around my chest and around the tree, starting at the top of my chest, tight enough to immobilize me, but loose enough not to cut too much and restrict breathing too much. He continued with the rubber bands all the way down to my feet, with each wrap I was tightened more to the tree until at the end when he was finished at the feet I could hardly move anymore except my head. But of course that could not be, so he took one more of the bands and started again at the chest, but this time working upwards, over the posture collar, over my head, making sure the nose holes are clean for breathing. When he finished this time I could no longer move at all. To my surprise then with a kick he removed the box I was standing on, and I was hanging there on the tree in my rubber. It was pain and excitement at the same time, the chastity did its job, the rubber as well.



‘Right in front there is another club I often go to, I haven’t shown it to you yet, but I’ll be in there now for a while and have some drinks with some friends, you boy enjoy yourself here and don’t run away.’ He laughed again when he left and it was silent. Will he actually just leave me here? How long will it be this time – I could hardly grip the situation, I was helpless, heavy rubbered, hanging somewhere in the middle of nowhere, outside on a tree, there could be any moment anybody pass by, or not pass but do whatever to and with me, I was somewhat scared about this situation, but I couldn’t help to have some horny thoughts about it too – this is getting a very horny weekend, more than I ever dreamed of so far … and knowing my friend I trusted him not to leave me in an area of danger alone and helpless – I am sure I won’t be harmed here, and at the end – again I could not do anything but wait for his return.



I lost track of time long ago, but I heard in the meantime several times voices, people close or near, probably this wood here is the backyard of that club, the cruising area or playground for it, and probably several of the guests thee will see me hanging here all by myself. I suddenly felt the box being placed under my feet again – was my friend back? Or was it someone else that wanted to play with this victim? ‘It’s late and I want to go home’ I heard my friends voice and was relieved. He started undoing all the rubber bands, and when free he stepped me off the box and lead me to the boot of the car again. Again I was put in the boot and the lid was closed, but for a while nothing else happened. Will he go back to the club again??? But then the lid opened again and I saw him put back the box, he obviously had collected all rubber bands just now. The lid closed again and the car moved again.



My arms started hurting in the jacket, but we’ll be home soon, so I didn’t worry much. When the car stopped the lid opened again and I was helped out of the boot. We were at his garage and he led me on the leash to the back of the house where his large garden is. So obviously I was not yet to be released. He attached the leash to a handle of the door and went inside. Shortly after coming back and taking me on the leash to the opposite site of the garden. He then took off one of the anklerestraints and released the arms of the straightjacket. At least I would get relieve for my arms now being out of that jacket. But he did not undo the entire jacket, instead told me to sit down facing that large tree in front of me and then get my legs around the tree, my chest touching the tree. As long as I was locked in all of the gear there is no sense in resistance, so I obliged and went down, pushing myself close to the tree, my legs left and right to the tree. Then he took the arms of the straitjacket and pulled them around the tree too, He extended one of the straps of the arms and lead it around the tree, around my back and to the other arm and buckled it up, I was snugging the tree tightly now. Next he locked the free anklerestraint again around the loose ankle, I would not be able to get up or get anywhere again anymore.



‘It’s a warm night and you’re well packed, so you won’t freeze out here, boi. I’ll have my well deserved sleep now, see you tomorrow, boi’. With that he left towards the house. I again wanted to protest – you can’t leave me here all night, but still gagged I couldn’t do much and I think he didn’t even hear the muffling sounds anymore. Now what, I thought, snugging the tree, at least sitting, but then again, the plug won’t make is nice to me, especially as I won’t be able to move much in that position either. All I could do was trying to relax and trying to doze off some time – I was left to wait for him again, hoping he wouldn’t sleep out long in the morning. Many thoughts again went through my mind while sitting there – how have I gotten here – I would never having imagined such weekend when I started off Friday afternoon with my ideas of surprising hi. Well right now he is surprising me even more, we never has such extended plays yet, only a few hours usually. I thought that he’s a bastard, leaving me here again, but also thought how horny that entire situation actually is – just what I often dreamed of, helpless, locked, no choices, at the mercy of someone who has the total control right now. At some point I again dozed away – still a few times waking up from the aching butt and dick, but I think I managed some sleep in that position.



‘Ah, you’re still there’ I heard my friends voice suddenly; I woke up from it and found out it was bright daylight already. How late was it now? Hard to tell when you’re lost in such situation, but I was glad to see him loosening the straps. He also again opened one of the chains at the ankles and helped me up. I struggled a bit, was quite stiff, but he lead me around slow a bit so get some feeling in my body again. Then he fastened back the anklechain and took my by the leash inside the house. Inside the kitchen he took off also the hood of the straightjacket, but only the hood. Even though my arms were not fastened, inside those hard mittens and inside those sleeves I could not do much with my hands anyway. Then he took off the headharness, took out the ballgag. My jars hurt when I finally was able to move them again. But then he stopped, the hood of the heavy suit remained locked and with it the hood underneath stayed on too.



He sat besides me and fed me some water and some dry bread. ‘How are you then, boi’ he asked. ‘Well, what should I say, it’s horny, but hard, it’s nice, but cruel, I hate it, but I love it – but for sure I know this weekend is great!’ I replied. He kept feeding me water and some bread until I felt alright. Then he stood me up and led me by the leash outside again. I took a glimpse on the clock; it was 10.30 a.m. by now. At the end of his garden is a small shed, used normally for gardening equipment, there he attached my leash again and then fastened the arms around my chest again, trapped once again. He went back to the house and came back after a while with some stuff under his arms. He went straight into the shed and left all the gear in there, then took me inside the shed too. I didn’t see much of gardening equipment, but I saw a electric winch on the ceiling, some hoods, chains and other smaller items around – so he is using this place not just to store gardening equipment, I though.



Now he put back another gag in my mouth, buckled it behind my head, this time without the headharness took the hood of the straitjacket again and zipped all shut again. Yet again I could hear the padlock clicking. Through the dark lenses of that hood I now saw him unfolding one of the items he brought here; it was his leathersleepsack, heavy, many straps and rings on it. He undid the leg chains now completely, then held the leg part of the sleepsack close to my feet and told me to carefully step in with both feet. Once correctly positioned I had a good stand. He went on my backside and unbuckled the arms again so that I could have them down my sides. Next he took the sleepsack up and led my arms – still in the jacket sleeves, inside the sleeves of the sleepsack and pulled the sleepsack over my shoulders. Again on my front he then zipped up the sleepsack to my neck and closed the attached collar, using then a small padlock again to make sure it remains shut.



Through many small rinds to the left and right of the zip he lead a thin rope, tightening the sleepsack around me totally, then continued to buckle up all to the sleepsacks straps, each of them separately padlocked. All Houdini’s of the world would not get out here anymore, no doubts about that. I hadn’t noticed, but I was standing well packed right under the winch. He now attached chains to the shoulders of the sleepsack and then activated the winch, just enough to get me on my toes, I would no longer fall for sure. Then he continues to attach other long chains coming from the winch to the left and right of the sleepsack, padlocking each ring on the sleepsack to the chains. The ends of those chains reaching on the floor being padlocked to heavy hooks in the floor. This for sure won’t break I thought … Being finished he activated the winch again and lifted me up all the way to the ceiling until the chains to my sites were straight and solid. I would not bounce around, swing around or similar with this and was just hanging in the middle of the room.



‘Now, boy’ I heard him say. ‘I am sure and you are too that you won’t be going anywhere now anymore. It is no longer a game here between some friends, boy’ – his voice sounded serious. ‘You sure remember our talk yesterday after I released you, about that permanent rubber-bondage toy, how intriguing you find that thought. The evening and night yesterday was some sort of test for me, if or how you would cope with it if I continue the game, our talk this morning showed that you actually like it a lot. I must admit I enjoy it just as much as you do; I enjoy owning such a toy, some boy I just pack and tie as I wish, when I wish, where I wish. You know I make a good living so I have no trouble taking care of such a toy if I ever own one.



So here’s my offer to you: I know you like it so far, and with me you can have this permanent, I will take you on as my property, will mark you, will keep you, care for you, but – you loose your right to disagree, to refuse, to resist – you give yourself to me totally. In exchange … this weekend was the taste of what will happen a lot to you – not 24 hours a day, but a lot. Freedom will be a word you have to strike off your memory, even if not tight as you are now, you still will be restrained or chained in some ways. Rubber and Bondage will be your daily bread, you existence is to satisfy my needs, to satisfy my wishes, to be my bondage toy and rubberobject. Of course you will also have to perform duties for the household and care, but that can be done in chains easily. The point is that you will do as told, when, where, what I want – and most times you’ll have no choice anyway being well locked. I know your situation, work, even the debts you have, we’ve been with each other often enough, you mentioned all to me already – that is no problem here; I will take care of it. It is up to you to make that decision, but you have to make it now, not next week or next month, but today. I have put you up here for that reason – to give you time to think about it and decide for yourself. I have some business to do now and will leave you here, when I come back I will release you completely of all you have locked on right now, but before you leave this shed here then I want an answer, it is a yes or no – nothing in-between.



You don’t have to worry about our friendship, if you say no, we’ll still be the friends we are, I know it is a tough decision and don’t mind if you’re not ready to make it. But if you say yes, our friendship moves on and I will become your total owner, you will become my total property; you give your body and mind to me for good. If you say no, you can leave back home after that or stay for some beers and go home later, but if you say yes, then you won’t leave this house anymore without permission or if I take you out for my pleasures. Take your time to think it over; I won’t be back so quick.’ With that said he left and I heard the door of the she being locked. I was alone with that incredible offer.



I had hard times to get my thoughts together, did I really hear right, did he really say all that? Was he really serious or is it a part of this game? Can I really do this? What will my friends say, my family? Will they ever know about it? Then again: I have little contacts to my family, and I might still be able to phone with them, the few people I call friends might understand this decision if I make it. Here I was, hanging isolated alone in the middle of a shed with all my thoughts racing through the brains – I feel horny on one side, terrible on the other site, I don’t know what to do. What can I do at all … wait …? My life would be full of waiting like that … but yes, I DO love it, but no, I can’t give up my freedom …. The hours passed with me keeping on thinking about all and nothing, what if, what if now, what here and there, lots of ‘what’ in my mind. Through the dark glasses I still noticed it getting darker outside – soon he will be back ….



The more I was thinking there, the longer I was left there helpless, the more I thought that it is the best that could happen to me, it is a dream actually coming true, it is what I so often had in my fantasies … a rubber bondage toy to someone, not for a short play, but for good ….. I heard the door being unlocked …..



The winch got activated again; I was let down to the ground until I stood on my feet again. All chains were removed, the zip of the sleepsack opened and I stepped out, He undid all buckles of the straitjacket, unzipped it and took it off, told me to keep quiet while he took out the gag, unlocked the heavy suit, unzipped it and helped me out too. The last hood came off as well and finally the chastitybelt came off and with it the plug was taken out too … I felt naked, I was naked, and I was weak on my feet. He led me over to a bench to sit down, came in front of me and looked in my eyes.



‘Now boy – it wasn’t a joke, and it wasn’t part of a game, I meant what I said – now you give me an answer.” He said. I looked in his eyes and hesitated a bit, he waited patiently. Then I stood up and gave him a big hug, holding him, he did the same with me, my mouth at his ear I said: ‘Can you please lock that chastitybelt on me again’, and after a slight pause: ‘My answer is yes, please let me be your property and do with me as you wish!’ He took his head back a little and I saw him grinning. Without a word he went back and grabbed the chastitybelt, came towards me and locked it in place again. Then he said:” That’s now my property, just as the rest of you, boi, remember the looks of your dick, it was thelast time you have seen it or touched it - ifever it will be out of the belt, you won't be able to see or touch it yourself, not now, not ever again”, then he grabbed another plug out of a drawer here in the shed, told me to bend forward and insterted it, pushing the belts crotchpiece aside to be able to fit it it, this plug was specially made, a slit in the middle, two hooks each side of it, easily padlockable around the strip of the chastitybelt that went through the asscheecks, i heard that padlock click and knew it was in place now, handing over the control of one more opening in my body to him only. "You will have to get used to wearing a plug as well, boy - after some adjusting time there won't be many times anymore without that plug inside your ass, i plan to get a special chastitybelt made for you that includes a lockable plug as well as some other nice little features, but you will see when time comes." Then he took me by my hand and lead me back to the house, where he already had some large dinner prepared, some candles, some wine. “I was almost sure you’d agree, this is to celebrate your new begin, boi, enjoy it, it won’t be often anymore for you to be so free and sit here. As said your dick is gone for good for you already, and after dinner i'll get you dressed up again proper and locked up for the evening and as of now you will never decide what to wear or where to go, i decide how you will be packed and my restraints will decide how far you get. This dinner will also be one of the last occasions where you can almost freely move, in future there will be at least some restrictions to it at all times, be it hidden under other clothing or not, and more often there will be heavy to total restrictions." I was happy and scared at the same time, but I knew it was the right decision for me and I was looking forward to be the rubber and bondage toy he wants and to start pleasing him right away i immediately added to his: "I know you will like it a lot more if i am not so free as i am now, so why not let you pack me up already for the celebration dinner, what can be better for me than feeling the future while doing this celebration, and what better to please you by asking for it right away, i am sure you will enjoy me much more well suited up here and now" and i looked smiling at his face, where right away a big grin showed up.

"Upstairs with you then, boy" he replied and we went to his playroom again. "It's going to be an easy one, so that the dinner won't get cold in the meantime" and he went to his cupboard, grabbing some parts out there. First he gave me a onepiece rubbersuit, it was prelubed so easy to get in quickly, my legs down to the attached feet, suit pulled up, my arms down the sleeves into the attached gloves, the attached hood with openface pulled over my head and he helped closing the zip on the backside. Next he held a rubberhood in front of my face, a very thick - about 3 mm - molded hood, with a real face, ears, and everything molded perfectly to give the impression of a real face, just this one was totally black, eyes open, the nose had inside some smaller tubes that went well up the nose, the mouth open as well. The zip of that hood closed and i heard a padlock once again. "This outfit won't come off until the day after tomorrow, boy, but not yet finished, you're still too free." he said. A very heavy rubberjeans came out, also almost 3 mm thick rubber, very stiff by itself, he helped me put it on and closing the zip and buttons, adding a wide rubberbelt to the jeans, this belt as well was padlockable. Made of the same thick rubber a jacket came out, looking like jeansstyle, but again so thick that it will stand by itself if wanted. it fitted snug at the waist over the pants, the frontzip closed all up to the collar. Next he took a very wide posturecollar, like those medical ones, just made totally out of thick and strong rubber, fitted and padlocked around my neck, keeping my head up and strait, and then he attached the zip of the rubberjacket to the front d-ring of that collar too. To complete the outfit a pair of heavy waders gets added, and to round up the heavy rubbering, a pair of ellbowlong rubbergloves is added as well. "You should be able to enoy dinner, be able to eat, else i would lock mittens on you too, for now it will do" he added with a smile. "So your dinneroutfit is ready now boy, and you're right, i sure like you much more like that for our celebration dinner, but one final touch still needed, so let's go downstairs for it." I wasn't sure what he meant, first thought about restraints to the wrists and ankles, but they were up here, so i followed him curiously downstairs. He called me to the end of his corridor where another door was embedded in the wall, almost invisible, i knew it was used by him as storage, he opened it and out he got a wheelchair, but slightly modified. The back of the seat was much higher so that it actually went just over shoulderheight, on top of it attached some extra bars to be able to lean the head on. Also the seat was split in two parts, just as wide as a leg, so one for each leg, also the armrests to both sides were pretty wide for a wheelchair. He pointed at it and told me to sit down in it. I walked over there - pretty stiff in all that thick and heavy rubber, sat down and tried getting comfy in the chair. He told me to find a nice and really comfy position, so that i can enjoy the dinner proper while in it. Then he started using plenty straps to fix my entire body in the chair, starting with the feet in their pads, up the legs, thighs, strapping the waist, around stomach, chest, over the shoulders, attaching the posturecollar to the back bars, as well attaching the head/hood to the bars made for it, but he left out the arms. So besides my hands and arms i was unable to move a bit inside that chair. "I want you to enjoy the dinner i said, so you will have to use your arms and hands, boy, but be assured that after dinner they will just as much be immobilized as the rest of your body is. And now lets drive you over there", he added and left alone, leaving me behind and went to the livingroom, but showed up immediately again in the door of the livingroom, now with a sort of remote control in his hands. He moved some switches on the remote and suddenly the chair started moving towards the livingroom, inside and right on to the table, stopping there so that i was now in place to have my dinner with him. He then told me: As you can see boy, i can wheel you around easily now any place i want, have you get things for me while still immobilized, or just give you that remote to be able to get around the house on your own - i think i will have you perform some of the chores like that, arms available, the rest locked down. But it's only one of the many ways to keep you in future, and don't worry, you won't have to choose anything anymore, i will decide for you from now on. But now let's celebrate my new acquisition. He smiled, and so did i under all the rubber.

It was quite a task to have a dinner in that situation, but i managed, and i guess i will have to learn a lot more in future, doing things in different ways when i am no longer freely able to move my arms and legs. But i was sure i would learn quickly and i was even more sure that i would enjoy every minute of it, even the ones that i would swear on having agreed to it.

We finished dinner and immediately he came over to me and added the last few missing straps to immobilize my arms now on to the chair as well. Additionally each finger of my hand and the palm itself were all strapped on to the armrest. Out of his pocket he then produced a gag-piece, perfectly fitting to the mask i was wearing, sealing my now filled mouth completely, the tubes in my nose were the only means to breathe now and i was sucessfully silenced completely too now. A matching blindfold was the last to add by him, now completely in the darkness, unable to move the smallest bit, neither part of my body, he then used the remote to wheel me back out to the hallway, back to the end where he used to store the chair, opening the door there again and wheeling me inside, facing the wall now. Then he said to me: It is late now and time to get some rest. Tomorrow i will arrange everything needed to get your stuff here, close all your affairs and finalize your dissapearance into your future here. I will be out all day probably and when i return, you will receive your default daily schedule. Until then ... don't run away. Then he closed the door and i could hear him lock it - as if that would have been necessary, in my position i was not able to move at all, so even being in a wheelchair i would not move an inch from the spot i was. But i know he likes things locked - so do i, and even though i would have to sit here now until he returned tomorrow evening, it is just another part to get used to ... being stored and waiting ... i was no longer to determine anything i do or don't do, i was his toy, his property, and asset he can deal with as he likes, and i will in time not only get used to it, but i knew i would enjoy it ...

And for now all that is left is nothing but darkness, silence and sweating in rubber, waiting for him to need me again ...