True slavery Or If you complain long enough you might get what you asked for

Author: eckie
Title: True slavery (Or: If you complain long enough you might get what you asked for)
Date: 24 July 2004

For years I have been online talking to so many people about slavery, more and more I found myself thinking that I am the only one making a difference between the term slave and the term bottom, nowadays just almost everybody who looks for a quick fuck calls himself a slave, not really thinking about the meaning of this word. I missed the 'good old times' of the leather scene, where slaves were slaves and fucktoy were fucktoys, where the attitude was more suitable for a 'leather scene' than it is nowadays, in today's scene life none of the standards we had in the old times count anymore.

One day I had again browser oh so many sites and - unlike so many others - I actually read the content of the sites
and profiles instead of just going to have a glimpse look at eventual available pictures ... I stumbled over a profile of a guy who had somehow just the same complaints as I have about this slave/bottom scenery that is ongoing nowadays. I sent him a message, telling him how much I can only agree to any statement he made there on the profile and within short time we had a very good and long chat about this, about us, about our ideas of slavery and how difficult it is to find a real match in these days for a real slavery.

Of course, just like it is all the time on internet - as much as it brings the world together, as much also the interesting people usually live somewhere at the other side of the globe. But nevertheless we kept chatting quite regular, whenever we met online and it developed into a pretty good online-friendship. It does not happen so often to find real likeminded people, same thoughts, and same opinions on so many issues. We also figured that we have several common friends all over, of course ... well the world is small, and especially when being in such a small wing of the scene where it is not just about some quickies in the evening in a darkroom. WE had common online friends all over the internet, but as well friends, play partners, acquaintances close to each other we both knew.

It's been over a year of chatting already when he one day told me that he will be doing a trip for holiday that brings him somewhere closer to my place, yet not to the same town, not even country, but only about 3 hours travel away, visiting some friends of which I also knew one very well from previous plays we had. This friend of ours was very good in 'preparing' longer plays with his bottoms, making it into real scenes lasting several days, and I was so fortunate to enjoy a few of those scenes already in the past. I suggested right away that this would be an opportunity to actually meet; I could sure make a few days available and visit out common friend too at the same time as he will be there.

He welcomed that idea right away and was looking forward to it, just like I did as well. I told him I would contact our friend to let him know, and who knows - maybe we could setup some nice scenario too during that visit. My online-friend just replied that I should leave it up to him, he would sure love to arrange some play ahead and that our common friend will contact me in time for it, I should only let him know what days I will be available. I agreed, looking forward to yet another great scenario setup at our friends place.

Only shortly after this chat I already received an email from our friend, asking me if it would be possible to make a week off work, and what would be possible dates for that. He gave me a few weeks to choose from and I promised to check at work next day to let him know. It was only one of the chosen weeks where I would not be able to get off, so I emailed next day immediately that all of the suggested weeks excluding that one particular would be no problem.

The reply was only two days later - telling me to take off a specific week then (after the one I would not be free), and as well being told that further instructions to prepare this visit will follow the week before the visit. One particular instruction was already included: the week before the visit I should not wank at all, to make sure I would be horny as hell when arriving.

I was sure curious about any plans he/they might have for this visit, but any attempts to find out anything more were in vain, neither of them gave away any details even though I tried almost each time I chatted to my online-friend to find out about it. Then again, the scenes we played in the previous visits always were great, so the unconsciousness of what will happen made the whole waiting time even better.

The weeks of waiting passed faster than expected and one day another email in my mailbox contained the instructions for the visit. Just 4 more days to go until I would take a train there and have an almost certainly great week. The instructions were pretty clear, did not leave any point of doubt or discussion, but I knew that from the previous experience with that guy already.

I was to travel light - no luggage at all. I was not allowed to have anything with me except the clothes I was to wear, the ticket and a passport. I should leave any money at home, no phone to take with me and leave the keys for the house back with a friend or the neighbors too. A letter to arrive in time will contain the tickets I would have to use. Then followed a detailed description as to what train to take, where to change trains, at the destination what bus to take, where to change busses and where to step out of the bus. It then ended with a description what to do at arrival.

The day of travel arrived, Friday evening. I was home from work and had to rush already to catch the assigned train. I quickly changed into some old pair of jeans, put on a simple plain t-shirt and some old boots, nothing else was permitted. I grabbed the tickets that arrived the day before and the printout of the email with all instructions. I already agreed with my neighbors to watch the house while I was away, so when leaving I just put the leys in their letterbox and left off to the station.

The train ride including one change was about 3 hours, not having any money with me I could not just go to the restaurant in the train or buy any snack or similar, it was rather boring then to just sit there and wait for the ride to pass. At arrival at the train station I managed to find the connecting bus after some searching, but not really knowing the distance I was not certain how long it would take. I had to watch for the stops not to miss the change and not to miss the endpoint of my travel, that particular bus stop somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

The bus stop I got off was somewhere between towns, there was no houses to see anywhere near - I wondered why anyone would actually place a bus stop here, but who knows what is going on in the mind of city and transport planners ... After the bus left again it was dead silent, it must have been already about 10ish in the evening now and there was not a soul anywhere near here, the street itself also did not seem to be a main road, so I did not expect much traffic to pass either here.

The instructions I received talked about a hidden envelope behind the bus stop, that envelope would contain further instructions for me. It was not so easy in the dark to find it, but eventually I managed to find that envelope and opened it, being in rather horny expectation as to what will be next. Inside was a drawing of a path to take, seemed to contain the area right around this bus stop, marking a path from here over the fields behind this bus stop into the woods that were visible, approximately 15 minutes walk it said, and from what I could make out it should not be a problem to get there and find the marked spot. Even though it was rather dark, still the moon gave enough light to be able to see enough on the map and on the path to get there without problems, as there was a little walking path leading inside those woods. The marked spot was a small clearing about 5 minutes inside the woods. There easily visible on one of the trees another envelope stacked to it.

The instructions told me to look for a large yellow bag (probably yellow to make it easier to find in the dark) which would be a few meters from this tree inside the woods again and when having found it do as follows. The side of that bag contains a little compartment, take out the plastic bag in there, strip naked and put everything you have inside that plastic bag. Next was to empty the entire content of that yellow bag and put on in the order named as follows...

The first was a small butt plug to be placed up my butt, luckily sticking to that plug was a small pouch of lube, so it was not a problem to insert it. Next was to put on a chastity belt - I had known this belt from previous visits, it was luckily fitting just perfect on me, not something that happens often as those items usually are made to measures of a single person. Having worn it before it was easy to put it on again and making sure it would not hurt anywhere while wearing it, I assumed it would not come off so soon again. I was semi hard at that time already so it actually did take the rest of the present lube, lots of concentration to get softer and some work to finally be able to snap the locks shut. As there were of course no keys with the belt, I was sure now that someone else from now on is in charge of my dick.

The following items were some arm long thin rubber gloves to put on, followed by a rubber t-shirt with long sleeves. All of the rubber was well prepared, so it slides easily on me. This guy is very accurate in his preparing when doing such scenes; he leaves nothing to chances I thought again. With the long sleeves of the shirt it would also now prevent the gloves from being take off, as they reaches under the sleeves all up to the armpits. The next item was a rubber short, pretty thick rubber, so nothing that could easily burst when being in touch with the metal of the chastity belt. On top of this I was to put on a pair of rubber pants - 501 style, again pretty thick rubber, the attached rubber belt was to be locked with a prepared small padlock, then following some rubber socks to put on as well, before pulling a rubber hood with eye/nose/mouth opening over my head. At this time I was fully enclosed in rubber, plugged, and kept pretty horny and in some pain from the raging hardon I had in the meantime.

But there were still some more plasticbags I had not yet unpacked. The next item to follow now was a very heavy black drysuit with attached hood. It was easy to slip in, get it all up my body and my head into the hood, but it was more difficult to close that zip of this suit, they are not easy to work, but after some exhaustive trying I finally had it shut - and by that time was sweating pretty heavily under all the rubber.

The next item on the list was a gasmaskhood, enclosing the entire head, it was to slip on and zip shut. A large rubber collar had to be added now and with another prepared padlock I was to lock the zip of the gasmask hood together with the buckle of the collar. I would sure not take off any of this anymore now. Another large plastic bag still unpacked came now - it contained an army-protection suit, a one-piece with attached open-faced hood too, that hood matching perfectly over the gasmask, making sure one it is put on the entire body is totally sealed off. It was again not too difficult to get my feet inside, even though the drysuit has attached feet, that protection suit was large enough to still get inside the attached boots. I pulled that protection suit all up, managed to get my rubber covered hands inside the attached gloves, but it was then not so easy anymore to pull the rest up and close with the thick fingers of those gloves. Still I managed to get it all up and closed proper, I was one sealed-in rubberguy now.

That protection suit has one large airtight zipper at the front which reached just to the chin, I was to use a provided piece of chain around my neck and padlock it shut including the end of that zipper, making sure now there was not a piece for me to take off anymore. I felt the sweat running down my legs after all the efforts to get myself in this equipment, but I still had a hardon, giving me quite some - still enjoyable - pain inside the chastity belt. It also was not so easy anymore to read the instructions through the masks, but I managed, so continued to follow them.

I was to take the available chains and padlocks, pack my own previous clothes inside that yellow bag and close it, leave it where I found it and then walk back to that tree at the clearing where I found this instruction note. It was for sure another hour that passed since I arrived, and in that hour I changed into a rubber sealed body, walking in the dark inside a lonely forest ... strange things happen when you're up for such scenes, I thought by myself.

At that tree I was then to sit down, leaning my back on to another tree right next to it and wrapping both of my legs around the one on front of me. It was a well chosen spot here I though when sitting down. I had to use one of the chains now to padlock it around one ankle tight, wrap the chain twice around that tree and then padlock my other ankle tight with this chain, making sure I will not get up anymore now. Another chain was to wrap around my stomach, including the tree I was leaning on, instructions were to wrap it tight and then padlock it as well. As last I was to prepare a pair of handcuffs to have them at hand, and then use a small canvas bag to put it over my head, making any remaining vision disappear, before using those handcuffs to lock my wrists behind that tree I was leaning on. I was thinking before snapping those cuffs shut if I should do it or not, but then again, all the other chains and padlocks already held me in place, so cuffs or not I was stuck sitting here in those rubber layers anyway, so I snapped on one cuff to my right wrist, put both arms on my back behind that tree and snapped the second one shut - I was doomed to stay here now until someone will come and release me.

I do not know how long I waited, but it felt for sure endlessly long, I even dozed away at some point a few times, at the end it must be very late (or early already) by now and I had a pretty long day so far. I got out of my dozing away when I felt someone handling the handcuffs on my back - I didn't hear anyone coming, even with the multiple hoods I thought I’d get to notice if one will come, maybe I was dozed away too far to realize someone closing in. My hands were released and so was the chain around my stomach, yet the bag remained on my head and with the legs still chained around the other tree I would still not get anywhere. No words are spoken so I could not tell who it was releasing me or if it was one or more persons. My arms were now taken and lead inside some sleeves of a jacket, both in front so I guessed right away it will be a straitjacket. By the smell I got through the mask when it was tightened around my upper body I thought it is a rubber jacket, but from the weight I felt it must have been a rather heavy one, not such thin ones I experiences at some other plays. The jacket was tightly buckled on the back and I again thought to hear some padlocks snapping shut, but it was not so clear to hear, so maybe I was wrong.

In order to close the straps between the legs I would have to standup, so they unchained my legs now and I was helped up to stand, it was definitely more than one person by the number of hands supporting me to get up. At first I had a weak stand, sitting too long in this position, but I was held by one while the other tightened all the straps on the back of the jacked again and then also buckled up the ones between the legs, making sure they are very tight as well. I was then left standing there and could make out that they obviously now collected all the chains there were and probably also that yellow bag near us. I was now lead to walk with them, I could not really say in what direction we went, I wasn't really sure anymore in what direction I was standing before, but I had to concentrate on the walking anyway, blind as a bat in the heavy rubber it was not that easy not to stumble, but they did not rush me, so I we managed to arrive where they wanted me without falling. It was just a few minutes to walk, I was guessing we might be back to the street where the bus stop was, I could have been wrong, but it was not really something to worry for me.

I heard a door of a van being opened and was helped to step inside, lead towards the end of it and pressed down to sit, my back on the front wall. I had to bend my legs towards my chest and then I felt the space around me being suddenly small and tight, I was sat in a box and they now closed the front wall of it and locked it in place. Next a tube was attached to the gasmask, careful without lifting the bag over my head and suddenly after that I could no longer make out much noises, they had shut the lid of that small box, now only the tube of the gasmask was my connect to the outside. This box was so small that I could not fall in either side, I had to stay put as I was now.

When then the engine of that van started I recognized some familiar sound, that was a very old and crampy engine, at least now I know what van I was in, I had been in it before when doing the previous scenes with that friend of mine. Not really having known the area I was lead with the busses I wasn't sure how far away we were from this friends place, so I had to wait and see how long we were to drive - not that I could have done anything anyway...

The ride took for sure more than half an hour, maybe even a full hour, so many right and left turns that I lost count, the underground changing also several times from low speed rumbling field lanes to probably motorway lanes too, I could definitely not tell where we wee or were going to. When the van finally stopped I expected to be taken out of the box, but instead I was left there in the van for quite some more time before I heard the door being opened again. The box was opened again as well and I was carefully helped up again and lead out of the van. I was again a bit stiff, but managed to get out there safely and then they lead me walking again somewhere, at least 10 minutes walk again, so I thought hat we definitely haven't been at my friends place, he lives in the middle of a town, so we could not walk around town like that ...

When we stopped I had not the slightest idea where I am. I felt them attach heavy shackles around the boots, the rattling of chains told me those shackles were attached to chains, but my legs were not fixed now anywhere. Next they handled on my shoulders, I also felt some more straps attached to my thighs and around my loser body, just underneath the crossed arms. Then there was a moment silence and no action on me before I heard some noise of an engine. I wasn't sure what it was until I felt the pull on my body, they had attached me in some body harness and I was now lifted up by an electric winch. I did not know the speed in which this winch lifted me, but because it was quite a long time it was running, I guessed I was hanging quite high above the ground now, so wherever we were must be a very tall ceiling. When the winch stopped I heard more noises, but could not make out what they were, the actually climbed up some ladders to a higher floor to be next to me again, I was at that moment in a large barn and the upper floor was built around a wide opening in which I was right now hanging, about 15 feet off the ground. They reached for the chains dangling off the shackles around my boots and each of them pulled one of them away from me, spreading my legs and fixing those chains around some poles in that barn. One of them now climbed on to a pole right above me where the winch was mounted and then took off the bag above my head, I was finally able to see again and I looked right up strait into the face of our common friend, and he had a wide grin on his face.

Next I looked down and got a bit scared at first, seeing how high I was hanging here and looking to the left of me I saw my online-friend standing there also having a wide grin on his face. Then I felt my friend snapping a hook into a ring on top of the hood I was wearing and fixing it to the top pole he was on, so my head was now fixed as well an I was no longer able to look downwards, only left and right, but there was nothing to see but the walls of the barn.

Strapped in layers of think rubber, plugged, chastised, in a straitjacket, legs spread, hanging in a harness up high and even the head fixed to the top - there was for sure not much left for me to do but hang here all by myself and wait to see what happens.

My online-friend then told me: "Our friend here was so kind to help me with the setup and equipment, and as well with the location here. It is an old farm building here, abandoned years ago, and we're about 5 miles away from any other houses or people. One thing is sure; nobody will find you here hanging around. WE have checked and double-checked all the equipment, so you're safe up there for the time being. It is already pretty late and we both are quite tired, so we're going to leave you here for the night, I am sure you won't be running away and I will know where to find you tomorrow w2hen I come back some time, so make yourself comfortable here and enjoy the night - cu tomorrow then, boy." The both made themselves their way down to the ground again and I started shouting that I don't want to be left here hanging all night, but their only reply was that I could shout as much as I want to, with nobody anywhere near it would only exhaust me even more as I am already in my sweat, so I’d better just accept it and make the best out of it. With that the light suddenly went out and I was in total darkness again. I kept shouting for them a few times more, but when I heard the van being started and drove away I was sure they would not hear me anymore - and if we indeed were here so far away from anyone else, I really could not do anything else but accept the fact that I would not go anywhere this night and instead will have to try to cope with my situation. I was still hoping to hear that van coming back and finding them having joked about this, but after endless times of waiting and trying to listen I gave up on that, and my exhaustion took over my body, I even dozed away at some point...

I woke up many times during the time I was hanging there, I even noticed at some point the sunrise; I could see it getting brighter outside through the woods of the barn walls. My arms started aching more and more, also the discomfort of the position I was spread in, luckily the straps between my legs seemed to be well padded so that I did not get in trouble there too much, but yet it was not really anything to fall a sleep anymore, so I stared holes into the wall in front of my eyes and could do nothing more than wait and wait and wait.... I definitely had lost track of time up here, and the longer I was hanging here the more I was sweating, the temperature here in the barn probably raised by the minute, each minute of daylight got it hotter and hotter, and yet - I still had lots of troubles keeping my dick from getting too hard and causing more pain in the chastity - this situation obviously hit a horny nerve in my brains.

At some point I was desperate to get off the hook here, was thinking I won't be able to cope with the heat and sweat and the growing pain in the body and was again thinking about shouting for help, but I knew there would be nobody to hear me, and even if there was, how embarrassing would it be to be found like that here ... But then luckily I saw more light coming in the barn, someone opened the gate of the barn. As I was not able to look downwards I had to wait and see who it was, my friends or some stranger, I could not have told now, and if it was a stranger, would he actually notice someone hanging all the way up there at the ceiling .... But then a familiar voice said: "I knew I would find you here when I return, you've been a good boy not to run away." and he laughed. I sort of smiled too when he said that, as if I would have been able to go anywhere all that time since I put myself into this misery the evening before. I was glad to hear his voice though, hoping I would be out of this misery soon and when I felt the chains of the legs being released I knew I would be off this hook soon. He also released my head from the top beam and then the winch began to lower me down to the ground again - when you're let down while seeing it you finally realize how high it actually is, and I think I have never been hanging from a ceiling that high above the ground before.

When my feet touched the ground he stopped the winch, I was not standing yet, too weak were my legs at that moment, but he said he'll give me time hanging here to get myself together and find a safe stand before undoing the harness. In the meantime he unlocked the chain around my neck and took off the hood part of the protection suit so he could reach the collar, unlocked that collar and with it the gasmask hood, took off that hood and as well slipped back the hood of the drysuit, so that only the thin rubber hood was left, I could freely breathe through it's mouth opening now and felt immediately better. Then he held a water bottle to my mouth and I eagerly drank almost half of that bottle empty. All that made me feel better faster, so I could actually stand on my feet now and he continued taking off the harness I was hooked on. Then he took off the straitjacket too, so I finally cold move and stretch my arms again, he lead me over to a sort of bench in the barn, let me lean on the wall there and gave me the water bottle again and placed a second one next to me and said that I should rest and drink to get my body back to life again. I sat there stretching myself in all directions while drinking eagerly both bottles of water and felt much better then of course - my dick waking up just as well and feeling the tightness in his prison again too.

Next he helped me get out of that army protection suit, so yet another layer was gone, but still the others did not let much cooler air on my body, the drysuit was thick enough to keep me all warm. I was given another bottle of water and sure as hell could use that one too, while I sat there resting I empties the whole bottle again too, I must have lost quite some sweat, I could feel and hear it in the legs of the suit and still continuing to run down my body. He had in the meantime brought in another 5 bottles of water, I was thinking I would sure not drink that much to get better, I had enough at the moment, and actually was thinking about getting out of the rest to be able to have a piss, after the three bottles I was feeling the urge for it. He came back to me now and said: "not yet time to get all released for you, boy, the week has just started", and while saying that he pulled back over my head the hood from the drysuit. It was open-faced so only the thin rubber hood covered my face, but still it sealed my body a bit more again. Additionally he now held a fist mitt in front of me and it was clear he wanted me to slip my rubbered hand inside it. Instead of asking to get out of my enclosement, my imprisoned dick took over again and I just did as he expected. Once the hand was inside the mittens, he padlocked it and the same went on for the second hand. "Just to make sure you are not taking off anything here, I want to make sure your hands are unusable for you" he said.

Then he took a pretty wide rubber belt - at least 15 inches wide - and put it around my stomach, buckling it up on the back and padlocking it. Next he took each of my mitted hands and padlocked them to each side of the belt. Now he took a long chain, padlocked one end around my neck and went towards the middle of the barn with the other end and padlocked it around that beam. It seemed long enough to walk all around the barn, but just not long enough to reach the outside. finally he opened all 5 bottles of water and places a long stray in one of them and then came back to me saying: "Now that I made sure again you're not running away and made sure you got plenty to drink for the time being, I am going to leave you again, I have plans to do some sightseeing with our friend, and maybe some time later this day or night I come back to check on you. You got plenty to drink, be wise and use it all, you will need in as you probably start swimming in your sweat already inside your rubber prison. And if you have to piss some time, don't bother holding it back, at some point it will anyway run into your suit." He was indeed right, I felt the need to piss and will have not much of a choice if I am to remain inside that rubber for longer, but I was not so happy about being left again here all day. I wanted to tell him, but before I could say anything he told me to shut up and stop complaining, there is nobody anywhere near to help me and since the night before I have given up the right to complain, I am his to play with and his to decide what I do or where I go, and there is nothing that will change it, whether I like it or not.

Well, so far I must admit I like it anyway a lot, I was just hoping for more than just being chained to a beam in a barn, then again, the scenarios I played with my friend before included - just as this one - that I am not the one to decide what will happen during it. So I kept my mouth shut and thought I will have to deal with he upcoming hours then, as boring as it will be, it won't be me to decide when I will get out of this barn. At least I could freely walk around inside the barn and had plenty to drink for the day, so I would have to make the best out of it. He must have noticed that I gave in because he just said "that's the good boy" and turned around and left the barn. I got up at went after him, wanted to see if our friend was there too, but the chain stopped me before I could get close enough to the portal to see anything, so I only heard the van drive away and knew that the next few hours are mine to be alone in here. I still wasn't really aware of any time, so I just had to wait until someone returns here. Not having had much sleep at this last might and now being able to make myself somewhat more comfortable I managed to find some nice spot to have a nap - it was the best I could do while waiting here. I did wake up from the heat again several times and kept emptying the water bottles between trying more napping in-between. By the time the bottles were empty I had also at least half of it inside the suit from sweating, but probably the other half already in piss inside the suit as well. It was feeling as if the piss and sweat was standing up to the thighs already when I was walking around the barn and when laying down for a nap I had the feeling I was swimming inside it.

I could see the day passing when looking outside from my prison and at some point I could notice the dawn breaking in, still no sight of release and having ran out of water I began being thirsty too now. I hoped to be out of this soon, my body could use a long shower and a good meal too, though with all the little naps I had during the day I felt pretty awake, not really tired. It was beginning to get dark now when I finally heard a car come closer and shortly after both of them cam into the barn, each grinning and my online-friend telling me that he enjoyed the sightseeing but now it was time for me to get cleaned up, as he imagines I might be quite messy inside the suit - and he sure was right with that.

He unlocked the chain that locked me to the beam, also unlocked the mittens and the belt and then both helped me get out of that drysuit. It created quite some mess on the floor when all the sweat and piss came out of that suit, but I doubt anyone would have cared about it. I thought of getting the remaining rubber off my body too, but the padlocked belt of the pants still prevented them from getting off, and also they did not make any moves to get that off me either. Instead I was given a pair of rubber boots to put on, so I did not have to walk on the rubber socks. I was told then that there is no need to get out of that rubber at this time; they will make sure I get cleaned up even while wearing it. I was lead outside and then around the barn to the back. There I was spread-eagled standing between two wooden beams and then my friend got a hose out of the bars and started hosing me down completely. During that he put the hose also inside each sleeve or the t-shirt for each at least 5 minutes of flushing out anything there was inside and then as well stuffed the hose inside the pants and left it flushing for at least 15 more minutes. I was sure whatever sweat or piss was inside had to be flushed out by now. They then just left me standing there to dry. About half an hour later I was finally taken off those beams and lead over towards the van.

A collar was placed around my neck again and padlocked; making sure it also holds the zip of the remaining rubber hood. Each wrist became some restraints put on, also carefully padlocked, then I was told to take off the rubber boots and they were replaced by another pair of rubber ridingboots, those ones are much tighter on the legs than the other pair was. Around each ankle then came another restraint and they were also padlocked. With all the locks in place I would now sure not be able to take off any of the current worn rubber anymore. I was then told that the way of being cleaned I has just experienced will be done each morning and each evening from now on, thus making it not necessary to take off that rubber again, hence I would have to be in this rubber permanent from now on. I was then told to bend over and - what I had not noticed before - he opened the zip on the back of the pants and as well of the shorts I was wearing so that my ass was not accessible. He removed the plug, handed me some toilet paper and ordered me to get behind some bushed to empty my ass. This procedure would have to be done once a day from now on as well. I felt a bit odd with this situation, but went as ordered behind a near bush and when finished returned to them. He had cleaned and lubed the plug in the meantime and told me to bend over again, so that he could put that plug in again, closed the zips and a small padlock made sure it stays is too. He told me then: "From now on this is how you look like, there will be other layers on top some times, or nothing else but this, you will be told at times what to wear or not, and only once in a while as an exception you might be allowed out of this rubber for a thorough examination and cleaning, but only to get into this outfit right after again, understood?" I nodded and felt my dick in his prison getting hard again, I like enforced clothing, especially when locked on, so he hit a spot there again with me. He sounded serious as if it was a permanent situation, though it was just for this week we had, but I liked the way he treated it so serious. I was then told to get in the can and sit down at the end in that box again. They closed all parts of the box, telling me that for the short duration of the trip the hole in the side will provide enough air to breathe and no mask is used this time. I could yet again not move very much inside that small box, but with fewer clothes on me it was more bearable than the first time. After about 20 minutes drive we stopped again, and by the way the van maneuvered I noticed we must have entered a garage or so backwards. When the box opened and I wan lead out I saw I was right, we were inside a garage that lead directly into the house, I recognized it as we were in my friend’s house where I had been before, so I know the facilities. I was lead directly over to a small cage and locked inside, and then they both disappeared into the house.

Shortly after my friend cam back with a plate of food and two bottles of water again, putting it in front of the cage and telling me to eat and then have a rest, they would not be back before the next day. I was hungry so eat all of it quickly, also had the first bottle empty soon. Yet again I was locked away and left, but I had agreed to let them decide what happens, so would just have to find a way to make it as comfy as possible inside that cage and wait for the night to pass. I was in a small cage, but not tied in any other way, so could manage to get a position where I actually got some real sleep this time. During night I woke up a few times, emptied the other bottle too, and as expected pissed myself again inside the rubber, but I had no choice anyway so just let it happen.

The next morning I woke up by one of them entering the room again, another plate with bread and water for breakfast, telling me to eat up, I would have duties for the day. I finished rather quick as I was hungry again and sure loved more water, rubber somehow dries out the body with all the sweating. I was then let out of the cage and lead in the garage, there spread-eagled standing again and hosed down inside out as promised the evening before. Being inside the garage the drying took considerably longer, so I was left standing there almost 45 minutes before being let off and lead back inside. A small chain was padlocked between my ankle restraints, allowing me only small steps now, another chain around my stomach and padlocked to it two short chains, one each for each wrist restraint, allowing me to move my hands around but not too much. Next a large tube gag was put inside my mouth, large enough to make any further attempt to speak useless, and on top of it another thick rubber hood with a small hole at the mouth, just enough for the tube of the gag, nose holes and pinhole eyes only was placed, zipped shut and padlocked well, keeping the gag definitely at its place.

Then I was lead inside the house into the laundry room, there I was told that I find here everything needed in order to clean the house. I was to clean the house from top to bottom, carefully not to miss out a single bit, do the laundries as well, do the dishes and everything else needed to make the house in absolute perfect state. This would keep me busy the entire day and they would be out in the meantime for more sightseeing. The tube would allow me to drink water as I need at any time during day, and I was ordered to go down to the garage if I needed a piss and make sure I would not leave the slightest bit of mess inside the house.

He turned around and left and only a few minutes later I heard the van drive away. So I was standing here with a large task and yet again, not much to do nut to follow the orders, at first I has not really anywhere to go in my current outfit and chains, and secondly I was here to do as told, that was our deal ... and if that meant being a house slave or cleaner, so be it. Even though I never liked doing housework, it at least made the time pass more quickly than it did the past two days where I was just sitting or hanging around unable to do anything at all. I grabbed the first needed tools and started my chores, the chains did not make it an easy task, unable to move freely, that's why he told me it will take the entire day, so he was sure right with that, but I managed to get it done proper even with the complications. I did have to get to the garage a few times during day, I was sweating much in the rubber and thus drank a lot of water... and nature wants some relief once in a while ... It is not an easy task to piss inside the rubber and then make sure there is no mess when going back in the house, but I managed to have done the chores perfectly by the end of the day. I was just clearing up the tools I used during day when the van came back and they entered the house again.

"Down on your knees, boy, hands on the back, head bowed" I was ordered and did so immediately. "This is the position you will go into from now on each time your master enters the room or you enter his presence, understood?" - I nodded. I was waiting kneeling there while both checked out the house, and they did a thorough check to make sure I had not missed out anything. I must have done well as they came back and my friend said: "Good boy, seems you're going to be a useful slave in future, now get up and get us some dinner prepared" Useful slave did not sound too much like fun play, but then again it was part of the deal, so I got up as told and went into the kitchen. I had to look around what was there to find in order to fix some dinner, and still chained it again was no easy task, but I managed to get them a full dinner within 30 minutes. I also prepared the table for the two of them, not sure if or when I was to eat myself, but right now I was the salve to serve and not the friend to eat with them. When all was ready I went into the living room where they both sat talking and remembered his previous order, so went down on my knees in ordered position and waited. Still gagged I would not have been able to tell them anyway that dinner was ready, but they gathered that much as my friend said: "ah food is ready, so lets go to the kitchen and get it served". I got up again too and went behind them in the kitchen where they took their seats at the table. I started serving the dishes on their plates, filling their glasses with wine and then - as remembered correctly - went down on my knees as previously told and waited. I made sure not to miss out whenever the glasses needed refills, but t=for the rest of the dinner I remained kneeling next to the table. I noticed the comment of my online-friend about how well I learn quickly and that he will be pleased with this servant for sure if I continued this behave well.

This made me think of what to come for the rest of the week, more servant chores or more play, I did not know, but again I had agreed to let them decide about this week so will do as told, even if that is only being servant to their needs.

After they finished dinner I was told to bring another bottle of win and for them into the living room and then clear up the dishes. So I got up and served the wine as ordered before cleaning up the kitchen. After finishing that chore I went back into the living room to take the place kneeling next to the table again. My friend then came over and unlocked the thick rubber hood, took it off and also removed the gag. It was great to move the jaws again proper, but I kept kneeling with bowed head as told. He then told me to get back to the kitchen and fix myself some food and when done and cleaned up go to the toilet in the basement and wait there. It was quickly eaten and cleaned and then I went downstairs as ordered, and as I thought it might be preferred for a slave to wait in appropriate position I kneeled as all the times before next to the toilet door and waited. It was not long before my online-friend came down there to and ordered me to get up and bend over again. He unlocked the back zip and removed the plug, handed it to me with some lube and told me to empty my ass, clean the plug and reinsert it before coming back upstairs again. I did as told, even tough now after that long time wearing the plug it was not so much fun to put it back in again, knowing it will remain in again another full day. I went back upstairs and took my position next to the table, he checked that I had closed the zips proper and added the padlock again. For the next two hours I was just kneeling there and made sure their wineglasses were refilled as needed, they chatted about all sorts of things they did during day and plans for more the next days. Not a word about me or what they had in mind for me.

At some point they both got up and ordered me to follow them downstairs again. In the basement I was ordered to lay down on a bench in the corner tight away. My friend came out then with a heavy rubbersleepsack and they both got it laid underneath me, ordering my legs into it and my arms into the sleeves at the sides. The zip got closed and tightened the rubber on to me. Another sleepsack was taken out then, heavy leather with many straps and rings on it and I was placed inside it. They closed the sip and buckled up all straps around it. The tube gag was gain placed in my mouth before a heavy leather hood was slid over my head, no eyeholes, only nose and a hole for the tube. I heard a padlock snap in again so was sure it would not get off again. Now they turned me around on my front and I felt the bench being moved. They placed it in the middle of the room right underneath a winch. Attached to that winch was some sort of frame in the length and width of the sleepsack. They lowered that frame just to be a little above this leather mummy I was and then they started using lots of chains to fix the sleepsack on to that frame, not to forget the hood being fixed on too so that my head wont fall downwards. The winch got activated and I was lifted up only a little. Then they attached a tuber on to the tube in my mouth, this tube was reaching down into a bucket full of water. I heard him say that I would have enough to drink for the night and I should have a good sleep so that I would be rested for the next day’s chores. With that the winch lifted me further up, all the way to the ceiling and then it was silent, so I gathered they had left the basement. Yet another night hanging around for me I thought and also was wondering what chores they mentioned, the house was clean as it can be, so not much here to do, but I will wait and see, there was no choice anyway. It is actually quite comfortable to hang like that in a sleepsack, so I managed to fall a sleep, even though I woke up again several times, but at the end got enough sleep t feel rested.

I had not heard them coming back but got woken up by the movement when they let me down on the winch again. I was unchained from the frame, turned around on my back and released out of both sleepsacks. By the amount of fluid inside the rubbersleepsack I think I must have pissed during night, I sure drank quite some water each time I was awake, so it was not a surprise. I was yet again lead into the garage for the usual flushing out of my rubber skin and once dry again lead back into the basement. All chains, the gag and hood with pinholes were applied to me like the morning before, just this time I did not receive a pack of chores but instead was ordered to get into the van and inside the box again. The box was shut again and the van started driving. It was only about 15 minutes I gathered before the van stopped again and shortly after the box was opened again. I was taken out of the van and found myself in another garage, one I had not been before. Another guy came in the garage that moment and they greeted each other, I had not seen that man before so did not know what was going on, but should hear right away. "So that's the cleaner you talked about, nice one, I’ll keep him busy for the day, no worries" he said, so I knew they had loaned me to someone to do some work there. Gagged as I was I could not have objected anyway and I was then already lead inside the house. I was shown all the tools and ordered to do the same work as the day before in this house, but this house being larger than the other I would have to stay busy to make sure I finished before they return. With that all three left the house and left me back alone with my chores.

I wasn't very happy to be doing this for some stranger, but then again - I had agree to this scene for a week, an even though I am degraded to a cheap houseboy, I will have to follow those orders just as well. In order to make sure I finish in time I started right away, also the more I work, the faster the time passes. And who knows, if I do well, I might finally get to play something else than being servant. They must have had a perfect timing in their feeling, as again just when clearing up the tools after being finished I hear the car arrive again. Trying to do well I immediately took position on my knees and waiting for them to enter the room. I heard that stranger say: "Really good catch you made here, you should consider yourself happy to own such a good slave" and my online friend replied "He's learning fast, but I see great potential for his future". I wasn't sure what to think about this sentence, but took it as part of the scene we agreed on, at the end half of that week is over already by now. "You have seen the kitchen, boy, dinner for three in 30 minutes", he said to me. Now I really felt degraded to a cheap servant, but I got up and started preparing some dinner. As the day before I managed to get the table ready and some food prepared for them, and as the day before I served the dinner and stayed on my knees while they had their meal. And to repeat the evening before I had my own dinner after clearing up everything and was to serve them beers while they chatted. This time I gathered they talked about me as well, where he ' found' me or how long he already 'owned me' and things like it, and the answers were somewhat confusing to me, as he talked about year of having found me - that was actually the time around when we started chatting - and talking about still to learn for the future and having some good use for a workslave in his business - he seemed to make up some good stories for that guy. I was not so happy that they actually sort of cheated with these stories, the true story sure would have been good enough, the arrangement we had made to this week, but I kept silent kneeling there. What did surprise me though was to hear that my online friend actually was to leave back home the day after tomorrow, I thought he'd be around all time of my stay, but then again, my friend alone does sure not have trouble keeping me the rest of the week for himself.

At some point then I was told to get up and follow them, they went in the basement where I had found during day already a well equipped dungeon. So maybe finally I got to get played with now by the three of them. I was lead to a bench in the middle of the room and told to lie down on my back on there. The three of them had me quickly secured with lots of straps attached to the bench. A heavy duty leather hood was placed on my head, hole for the tube gag was there, no more noises to make or to hear, and besides that tube no other holes in it. Now I felt the collar and wrist restraints being removed, as well as the ankle restraints and boots came off. I felt them opening my rubber pants too and pulling them including the rubber short off my legs as well as they then removed the rubber shirt and the long gloves, for the first time sine it started I was naked again, except of the hood and the chastity belt.

I was unable to make out what happened then down there at the chastity belt, but after about 20 minutes of fiddling around there they seemed finished. It had not been off so I wondered what they had done there. Next I felt was them rubbing my nipples, with some oil or other fluids, and somehow they seemed totally numb after short time. I could again not really make out anymore what they continued doing there, besides feeling that they do 'something' I could not really feel anything there. I noticed some thin cords or similar being on my chest and stomach and could feel them placing some plaster or tape over my nipples and over the chest and stomach. I was beginning to wonder what they do but also kind of curious what play was to come here with such preparations. Next now I felt them putting my feet in a rubber suit again, it was not as smooth and thin as I knew other rubber, so much be a rather thick material, the had lubed up everything well so it was with them all together not too difficult to get a half restrained body inside that suit. It was pulled up over the chastity belt, smoothened out at the legs and then continued over my chest. They slide my arms inside the sleeves and there were attached finger gloves as well, by the feeling of it those gloves were the same thick material as the rest of the suit. I will not feel very much in my fingers when touching something in those gloves. The suit ended at the neck and after the zip was closed I felt a chain and padlock again being shut around my neck to hold that zipper fixed too. So I was again fully enclosed in rubber, this time a one-piece heavy suit though. Now they slide me feet in a pair of rubber boots again, this time taller than the previous ones, and on the front a lash going even over the knees, looking like some sort of knee protectors, but only on the front side, so if I would
kneel down I would kneel just on that lash, and by the way it felt it must have been rather thick, probably padded - I thought o myself what a wise construction if you want to see your slave on his knees a lot. Restraints were now added over the boots again, just this time no leather restraints as before, but very stiff ones, probably metal shackles I though. It took quite some time until they were fixed down at the ankles - I did not know why they had trouble with it or what took so long. From the sounds I heard I gathered that there was again a short chain between those shackles. The same procedure went on for the wrist restraints, pretty stiff and heavy, so I assumed also they were steel shackles, but yet again it took longer than expected before they were fixed. Next they attached a steel belt around my stomach, similar to the rubber one I had at the first day in the barn, pretty tight though, and somewhat wider, almost like a corset and the wrist shackles were fixed to it with short chains as well again. All the time they attached or fixed some restraints it took considerably longer than I had thought, so I am by now really curious to see that construction to know what is different on these, what takes them so long to fix them on?

With my entire body again strapped tight to the bench they now took off the leather hood, removed the gag and even the thin rubber hood I still had on. They kept my head down on the table so that I could not see what they had placed on my body so far, and then they places another rubber hood on my head, stronger rubber this time and by its feeling it was molded to a human face, covering my own but still holding a human face visible with all its features. This hood has a mouth, nose holes and this time only pinned eyeholes. The zip was closed and then they removed the chain around my neck that held the zip of the suit so far. Me eyes were covered to make sure I cannot see again and then they placed a collar around my neck again, this definitely was made of steel by the feeling and the weight of it. Yet again it took quite some time to fix it and I was not sure what it is I heard, but some noises I could not make out were noticeable. The zip of the hood and the suit then each were padlocked to this collar - so again a locked up fully enclosed rubber body in restraints with no chance to take off anything of it myself. The gag was again shoved in my mouth and buckled up. "I don't want to hear you shout when you see what you look like now" my online-friend said, and I was starting to worry what he meant by that.

Now they unlocked some parts on that bench and suddenly they could move it upright with me still strapped on to it. Right in front of me a large mirror, now making it able for me to see my current outfit, and immediately when I saw it I wanted to shout out, shout to them what they had done here, and call them a lot of unspeakable words - but the gag left nothing but a lot of grunts and mumbles, and as hard as I tired getting out of the restraints I was held in, none of them gave in just a bit. After the initial shock I tried to calm down, to get a grip of what they did here, this was no joke to me, this was not anything I had agreed to, this was going too far now, and this had to end right now.

I could now see why they needed so much time for each of those restraints, they were as I guessed made of steel, each of them shiny stainless steel, but none of them was locked on, instead each was welded on, the connecting chains as well had no visible padlocks, so they as well were welded on, just like that corset which held my hands restricted to my body had been welded on me, and last but not least also that heavy collar I felt, thick steel welded around my neck. The front of the corset held some strange looking plate, like some box or cover for something I could not figure out and all in all this did not look like a short play anymore to me, it will take them sure quite some difficulties to get all that stuff off my body again, even if it is for the remaining three days, still it was too far they had gone with this.

Once I was calm again and staring on to each of them, waiting for some explanation what had come into them, finally my online-friend started talking. "First of all let me show you what feature we built in here, you certainly wondered about that plate on the corset. It holds a receiver and some pretty strong and lasting batteries. Here in my hand is the sender" and while showing it to me he pushed one of the buttons on it. Immediately I felt extreme pain on my dick and as well some pain on my nipples, but not really strong. "This was the stronger mode for it, that's to correct you if you are not obedient enough. There are many modes possible, from stimulation up to punishment, and this device will ensure I can control you with it. Be a good boy and you won't feel the pain, make a mistake..." and he pushed the button again, and the same extreme pain went through my balls and my dick, but again only little on my nipples. "As you see - or feel - there is a tens unit connected to your dick and balls and your nipples as well. The chastity belt has been welded just as well, there is no more need for it to go off again, your times of pleasure down there are over, and the only way to receive pleasing stimulation down there is this remote I hold. You probably wonder why your nipples did not hurt just as much as your dick, well, we placed two pretty large rind in them, in order to do that we used anesthetic to make sure you do not realize what we do, once it is worn off, you will feel just as much pain there when I want to ...

As you might have heard earlier this evening I will go back home the day after tomorrow. Well it is not entirely true, I might enter my house that time, but I am leaving here tomorrow. The past three days when you were kept alone or with chores I was organizing here with this guy to get a fitting suit made for you, get the equipment that is welded on you and of course arrange with him this session to fix it on you. You did not buy any tickets, so you are not traceable to this place or to wherever else you will be taken. And I have done some investigations with your neighbors, they have no idea where you are, they only know you're on holiday. You might be missed at some point, but by then you are already far away where nobody knows you, where you won't be found, so you will be just another unsolved case of a disappeared person...

I have never told you what I do for business, never told you much about me and the stories about where I come from or who I am were not real, I have planned this occasion here ever since we started talking on the net. Even your previous two plays you had here with our common friend were planned by me and part of his final plan of your enslavement, this way I could make sure you trust to any and all we planned for you this time. Tomorrow I will make sure your apartment is cleared of any evidence that might lead your disappearance back to me or anyone involved here.

I have my private jet her so transporting you to your new destination is not a problem, I have friends at the airport, so it won't be a problem to get you on board without anyone knowing. Here in the corner you see your transport box already, it's going to be your storage until you reach your final destination. You always said you wanted to be enforced into slavery, real slavery, not just a play, well, from this moment on it begins and rest assured, it will never end for you, freedom is past, slavery is future. I own a pretty large fetish club, or at least one of my many clubs that is. You're going to be a slave and servant for good now, during day you will be houseboy and house slave at my house above the club, you will also have to do the cleaning of the club from the night before, and at nights you will work as bottle boy in the club itself, so you see, you will have a work fulfilled servants life. I should mention that my clubs are open 7 days a week, but for you weekdays or weekends will no longer be any difference. I will sometimes give you a rest, that is if you behave perfectly at all times, those resting times you won't be working and instead be object of decoration in one of my clubs, there are already a few other slaves I caught, sitting, lying, hanging around somewhere for a pleasant view to my guests, that way you are of use to me even when not doing any chores or work, the past showed that the guests really enjoy that kind of club decorations while they play.

The past three days you have shown a good attitude, consider to keep that attitude up for good, unless you expect punishment all the time (and he presses the remote again giving me extreme pain) - and if you're behaving well, I will sure make you some pleasurable moments as well from time to time, yet not too pleasurable, I won't let you cum ever, just get you near it from time to time. And by the way, your transport box.... you should get used to it during your transport because after your arrival it will become your storage for good, any time you're not doing any chores and are wanted out of the way, and that includes every day’s sleeping time you will be locked in it from now on, I just like to know where to find my slaves when I need them again (and he had again a wide grin on his face).

A few of the slaves I caught in the past were sold off to private households, maybe one day that will happen to you as well, the black market for good slaves is pretty active and there are good prices to get for true slaves and servants. If I ever get the feeling you're not behaving as you should, or get the feeling you're not putting your best effort into your every days work, then you might just be sold off again, there are plenty wannabe slaves out there on the net, you are for sure not the last I caught, so replacing you will not be so difficult. And if you're the good slave you seemed capable of being in the past days, then you might even see others come and join your future life ... But now let's get you packed for your transportation."

I wanted to say so much, shout, swear and let out all the other thing that went in my mind at the moment, and I wanted to get off this bench at punch those three down, they cannot do that to me, they cannot do that to anyone, they will not get away with this, this is impossible, I cannot believe it still ... The stranger now came up to me with a syringe in his hands and injected me with something, I was frightened as hell and as angry as one can be, but immediately I felt more calm by the second, the longer they waited the more relaxed I was, some sedative I guess or something similar, I lost all power over my body as well, and no matter what I thought or wanted to do just a few minutes ago, right now I was just lying there totally relaxed and in piece with the world.

They started unstrapping me from the bench. The transport box was brought next to the bench and the lid taken off. They took out a leather sleepsack and placed my helpless body in it, there were no sleeves inside, and I would not have got my arms inside anyway with the welded chains on the wrists. The sleepsack was proper zipped up, all straps well secured and padlocked and then they lifted my body inside the box. The box was very thick padded on all sites, the body fitting just inside without much possibility to move to any side. Still they strapped each and every ring on that sleepsack to matching rings on the side of the box so that it was sure I would not move around at all, not even if the box would end up upside down. The tube of my gag was then connected to another tube which leads to the outside before they grabbed the lid to close the box. This lid also being heavily padded and once closed ensuring there is no more space for movement in any direction. Before putting it on my online-friend (well by now I should probably refer to him as the owner of this chain welded slave) added: "Before I forget to mention, experience with prior slaves have shown me that it is needed to make sure those slaves are unable to tell anyone anything, some tried to talk to club-guests for help, well, one learns by experience, so once we're home, a friend of mine will perform a little surgery on your vocal cords to make sure you won't be talking to anyone anymore." And yet another wide grin was at his face while I was even more frightened now.

The lid was placed on the box enclosing me in total darkness now and with the thick padding all inside the box there was now no more sound coming in as well. I was all alone immobilized and helpless. A dozen of screws were used to lock the lid on the top, several padlocks ensuring it remains shut and then they left me there for the night, just to be picked up the next day for transport to the airport. As he mentioned, freedom is past...

And not having agreed, not having planned, being forced to it, having no choice at all for real, and not being used temporary as play toy, but forced into servitude and work slavery - yes, indeed, that is true slavery, in its real meaning, but now I am not so sure anymore if that is what I wanted, for a while maybe, but this is meant to last for life ... And as it looks right now there is absolutely nothing that will change this anymore ... I was trapped in this confinement and the knowledge of what was lying in my future was not exciting at all... and welded in chains, anonymous hidden under rubber, unable to speak or shout for help ever again, even after release out of this box I will have no more choice ...

I should not have complained about it ... now I just got what I asked for and I will have to live it for real...