Visiting the fair

Author: eckie
Title: Visiting the fair
Date: 26 September 2010

I know Mark already for years from internet, chat and email, we even met briefly a few times when he was over to Europe for some major gay events, where he enjoyed to parade some boys around in his favorite gear and restraints, I told him several times that i would sure not mind being at the end of one of those leashes once also, but somehow the occasion never arose. His interests matched very well mine and what i had seen on pictures on his webpage, there was plenty gear I’d just love to be subjected to someday.

I did have sort of a standing invitation, should i ever make it across the ocean to visit and stay with him, in the past it just never worked out. So i was happy that now i was able to do it, i had the time, had the money, so i emailed him asking if that invitation could be held up now. I planned a long weekend trip and wanted to visit one of those great events i always just read, saw images from, and heard people speak about, everybody always telling how fantastic it was. A few days later i received his reply, telling me it is of course no problem to stay at his for that duration, we exchanged a few more mails with details of dates and times; he even offered to pick me up at the airport then also. Definitely easier during a first time visit to the country to have a local guy available, not just for the stay, but as well he would certainly be able to show me around in general and also more special to locations and things one could enjoy that are not so commonly public.

Of course in our mail exchange i did drop the idea of finally being able to be a victim of the one or other part of his gear during my visit, he did not directly go into that, but also not say anything against it. I guess I’d see while i am there with him. We did further email each other irregular in the meantime, but towards the actual travel date he came up with some questions that made me horny already from what they just indicated. He was asking if i would enjoy being sort of abducted right at the airport, put into chains and transported to his estate from there, spend some or more of my time visiting rather in his (what i had seen very large) basement and of course if i would be interested also to be shown off throughout that event, probably not be recognized (had never seen him take a boy to such even that was not hooded), but certainly enjoy the event in that special way then. Who could resist that, so naturally my reply was that i gladly will be subjected to whatever he had in mind there and even told him that i rather not have all details, but knowing him for that long (and knowing his reputation in the community also) i trusted him to do what he sees fit throughout that visit of mine. We left it at that and did not talk more about details to it, he rather asked a few generic questions about anything he might need to know, medications, food etc., but there was no restrictions on my end in any of those.

Shortly before the travel date arrived, he sent another email, telling me to hold back a little on solid food the day of my travel, rather use lots fluids, iso-drinks. He also told me to travel light, i would just need a few common clothes and bathroom tools, and he would take care of the rest. That sounded definitely exciting to me, so i could not wait to get there. Also he told me that at my arrival he would have someone pick me up and prepare me accordingly, however did not mention with any word what that actually meant. But since i trusted him, i was sure that i would be up for a horny adventure.

Travel day was there, i was packed, indeed with just a small duffle bag with some basic jeans, t-shirts, underwear and socks next to toothbrush and razor. A light baggage for someone staying abroad, but i was sure i would not miss anything during the stay. The flight was several hours, but i managed to sleep most of it, avoiding to think too much on what might expect me, avoiding to sit in that chair all the time with a half (or full) hard-on. Once arrived and passed through customs i got a bit nervous though, not knowing what will come, but more excitement than anxiousness, and when i entered arrival hall i already saw someone there, holding a sign with my name on it. It wasn't Mark, but he told me someone else would take care of the pickup, however i was also excited to see who he chose - two men, probably late twenties, tall, strong looking, wearing full camouflage, from cap to boots and i was sure they'd have a fantastic bodies hidden under all of that. I went straight up to them and before i even could say hello, the one holding that sign already commanded me to hand my bag to the 'private' and follow him to the transport. He went immediately ahead, i followed, the private behind me. The airport had a parking garage in the basement, once we arrived at their vehicle - a large black van with no windows other than for the drivers’ cabin, he opened the back ordered me to get inside and strip naked immediately. He watched while the back door of the van was left open and when i was just finished getting naked, the private collected all my clothes and stuffed them also inside my bag, and then he disappeared. The other guy still stood outside watching me and then ordered me to open that bag that was in the front corner in the van and put on everything inside there. I looked around and saw that black bag, opened and emptied it. inside i was several camouflage items, just like the ones those two were wearing, a pair of boots, but as well simple white briefs, white t-shirt, army socks, so basically a complete original soldiers outfit. i did not want to delay things so started immediately to get dressed, underwear, socks, shirt, pants, boots, jacket and even a cap, all complete and i tried to make it look neat as well, thinking that could be part of the game as well.

Once i was dressed complete, i was ordered to lie on my stomach, head towards the driving direction, and hands on my back. Both of them then entered the back of the van too and i thought i better should not look around, but just stay as i was, waiting what was to come. I heard the lid of the box that i had noticed also in the van being opened and then the rattling of chains, metal, my dick immediately reacted as i was sure to know what was to come. Right then i already felt the first item, a heave steel collar being put around my neck, i did not see, but it felt big, heavy, thick, just even more exciting to my dick. I heard the click when it was closed, obviously not a padlock, but an embedded locking mechanism in it. At the same time similar shackled were locked on to my wrists and as well on my ankles, when they snapped shut at the ankles i could feel them being tight over the boots. Next i felt was the wrists being locked together and then i heard chains, one hooked on to the collar, my wrists being pulled up my back as far as they could go and hooked into that same chain then. The other guy at the same time locked the ankles together and pulled my legs up towards my butt, he almost sat on them to make sure they are tight to the butt and also as high up as they could get before they were also hooked and locked on to that chain from the collar and wrists. Within no more than two minutes i had been successfully put into a tight uncomfortable hogtie, all dressed in uniform, my bag, papers, wallet out of sight and reach - normally you would not enjoy it, if it wasn't something i trusted Mark planned and my dick anyway told the opposite, hard as a rock by now, anticipating a hopefully good time ahead now.

But they were not ready yet. A rubber hood was pulled over my head now, a mouth hole and two tiny tubes at the nose, they inserted them carefully into my nose holes, ensuring proper airflow, but without eyeholes i was now blind as a bat. Right after the hood was in place i felt something at my mouth, a ball gag was shoved into it, a huge ball, yet a little soft, it could be squeezed into my mouth and then was buckled shut on the back of my head, by the size of that ball however it was no longer possible to get any reasonable sound out of my mouth, at max i would be able to let out some rather silent grunts now, my complete mouth was filled with it. But it did again not stop there, a rather heavy thick muzzle was added on top of all, buckled up and i though i could hear some clicking sound, i was sure it was one of those lockable ones, not that i would have been in any position to take it off anyway. With it in place even without strap, that ball in my mouth would no longer come out. But as if it was not enough yet, they also added a gasmask hood on top of all of that, once in place covering up the layers under it completely and i was sure it was locked as well.

I thought we'd be ready to go now, but long failed. Together they now worked on getting me inside something, it took a while to figure out, but it seemed some sort plastic (or was it rubber) bag, into which they managed to slide me in my current hogtied form, it was obviously not too tight, but not large either by the effort it took to get me inside. When i had been pushed completely inside i felt one of them attach a tube to the gasmask, i noticed that breathing was a little heavier, so either was a filter at the end or it was not a short tube. I could then only feel that they worked further on that bag, i did not see it however. They did make sure i was complete inside so that they actually were able to close the top of that bag, which had an airtight sealing zip, before closing it they hooked the tube of the gasmask into a prepared hole, making it able to breathe. Once the zip was closed, i could hear a humming sound, at first not knowing what it was, but very quick i could feel, they were sucking the air out of that bag, kind of like in a vacuum rack, just me in a hogtied form sealed inside. The longer it took, the tighter it got, until after a short while i felt that it must be finished, i could not move a muscle inside anymore, breathing was hard, but possible, but other than that i was secured to the most possible. I could not even wiggle my fingers or feet anymore, was immobilized totally. The humming sound stopped, obviously the package was finished.

I felt being lifted up, not knowing what for, but shortly after lowered again and felt to my sides sort of walls, i was actually being lowered into the box that held the chains and other toys before, once i was inside the lid was closed, i thought to hear locks to lock it as well. The box then was moved to the front end and secured there. I heard the doors of the van shortly after, so assumed they both left the back of the van. I was starting to sweat, the temperature generally was rather warm here, but inside my layers, the bag and the box it was of course even hotter. I had to focus on breathing a little, but my dick confirmed that so far i liked every single bit of my treatment. Mark really had thought of a great way to be abducted and transported. I could not wait to see what was coming later.

The van started moving, so they obviously drove me to Mark now. I could not tell how long the trip took, the van stopped twice for a while and of course i had no orientation how many turns we might have taken. I guessed it was at least an hour drive, maybe even more, before the van stopped at its destination. I expected them to take me out now but instead nothing happened, again for a long time before i finally could hear the doors of the back again. Immediately i felt the box being lifted up and carried away. It was just a short time of being carried before the box was again put on the ground. I again expected to be taken out now again, but instead - nothing again. It was hot, i was wet all over from my sweat by now, i had to pee, most of my body was starting to ache a little from the position i was kept in, so i hoped Mark would come soon. i tried shouting for Mark (or anyone) but gave up immediately, i could hardly hear those grunts myself, so was sure nobody outside of that box would hear any noise coming from me.

It must have been a few hours now, i started thinking of what was going on or what was planned, staying in here would not be a real option for much longer, i also had pissed in the meantime, all the fluids i had before and throughout the flight took their demand. But i calmed myself by telling that i trusted Mark, so i was sure he was close or maybe even standing right next to that box smirking. Finally after endless waiting i could hear the lid being unlocked and opened. I was lifted out of the box and then could feel the pressure from the deflated bag fading; they opened the zip and managed to get me out of that bag. Once outside i felt some cool air around my soaked clothes, a relief for the moment. The chain between ankles and the rest was unlocked; i finally could stretch my legs, a welcome relief as well. Several hands grabbed me then and helped me on my - still locked in shackles - feet, supporting my standing as i was not very firm on my feet at the begin after being in this tight immobile position for quite long time. When i finally managed to stand on my own, i felt the gasmask hood removed, still not getting much easy air because of the rest on my head, but another relief to have on item less locked on. I was still blind and gagged, but standing felt already a lot better than my previous situation. Then i finally heard Mark, he stood right in front of me and laughed. He said that he was glad i finally made it to visit him, but that i looked like a pig, my uniform all wet and he noticed the smell also, knowing i pissed myself at some time before.

He told the other(s) - i did not know who or how many were there - to unlock my hands also and take of the collar and shackled, it was quickly done and i could move freely - well i would have been able to if i had seen anything. Mark then asked me if i trusted him fully for the entire duration of the stay or if i wanted to rather have a tourist vacation with him. So far of course i had enjoyed, even when being exhausting already, the treatment i had experienced and could only hope for more, so with no hesitation i just nodded right away, speaking not possible that was the only way to tell him that i wanted him to just go on as long as he enjoyed. I heard a short laugh coming from Mark and telling me that he had expected that answer already. Then he told me that for the duration i am his soldier, his private, his salve, his prisoner, whichever he decided and i should be prepared to be in one or other forms of bondage all the time, whether it is just little hidden bondage under clothing or if it is full fletched immobilization. He asked again if i agreed to that, if i did, it would without break continue, if i did not want to, i could be just released right now. Again i did not have to think about it, i nodded immediately. Mark's answer was that of course the way i looked, how i messed my uniform, that would require punishment, and punishments are always severe. Since i had not been moving much the past 6 hours (now i know how long i was stuffed into that box), he would have me exercise just a little before applying the punishment, which will involve an excessive immobile time again. I swallowed a little, the word excessive was not expected, but still my dick convinced my brain from it being the perfect continuance now.

Mark told me that the muzzle and gag will be removed, but i was strictly forbidden to speak at any time throughout my stay, unless he specifically permitted it, he and only he could give that permission, without it i was to keep silent at all times. I felt the muzzle and gag removed and was relieved again, my jaw able to move, breathing freely, but i did keep my mouth shut as he said. The eye-less hood still remained on however. I was then lead to a corner of that room - wherever that was, i still did not know. Mark told me it is a running machine, i was to run on it for ten minutes, then do sit-ups for 5 minutes and again ten minutes running, then i would get prepared and placed into my punishment, i would not need rest after the running, as i would have enough rest during the punishment. That sounded interesting and scary at the same time, but my dick looked forward to it for sure.

I did the exercises as told, not the easy one when being blind, feeling rather strange, but i managed. Once they were done, i was lead again to the middle of the room and ordered to get out of all my clothes. Again not the easiest being blind, but of course i tried to get out quickly. Once i stood naked i felt the shackles again applied to the wrist and ankles, just to feel my arms and legs then pulled spread eagle, standing almost on tip toes and again barely able to move.

Mark asked if i had followed up on the fluids and not taking solid food and i nodded, not sure if i was supposed to speak or just react by nod or shake of my head. He noticed and said, that is good then, so we can prepare right away. I was not sure what it meant, but within seconds i felt it. something cold on my ass, slowly but stead being pushed inside - a plug, not too big, yet big enough to take some effort to get it in, i tried to relax, to work with Mark and finally i felt that last smaller part of the plug slip into place, Mark explained that it was a metal plug, rather heavy steel with a hollow tube all the way through it, able to use it to flush out the bowels when needed. I realized that he prepared not just a short treatment with that plug but planned a little longer obviously. Next i felt was pain around balls and dick, of course i tried pulling away - without success - but Mark calmed me, telling me it was just ice, to get my still raging hard-on soft again. I was sure to know what was to come and once the dick indeed reacted to the ice and was all soft again, my legs got taken off the hooks that kept them spread and i was helped into some shorts - by the feel they were rubber. The shorts were pulled up and in place, and then i realized the tube for the dick and a compartment for the balls as well. Once all in place, i could feel Mark handling around my dick again. At first a slight stinging pain, Mark continued explaining, obviously to keep me calm - he inserted a catheter through a hole at the tip of the rubber sheet covering my dick now. Next i could feel was a ring around my balls, but it was a wide ring, stretching my balls down and once it was locked on i could feel its weight as well. Again something was put on or around my dick now, Mark explained it was a silicone cover to hold as well dick as also the balls in place, he fiddled the end of the catheter into it and out at its bottom again, that silicone compartment was part of the chastity belt he was locking me into now. a chastity device almost like a sort of steel briefs, covering front and back of the body in that area, two parts that lock on left and right side together and once locked on keep everything in place and unreachable for me. Mark told me he had it modified slightly so that the plug he used on me matched the spare on the rear part and locked in place there, but also the end of the catheter was lead on the inside of that device towards that plug, hooked into the plug and by that filling my ass with my own piss constantly until he released a valve on that plug. I would by that give myself regular or rather continuous enemas, flushing my bowels out regularly as long as i was wearing this device. it did would scary and definitely sounded like something that is not planned for just a few hours or a day, but my dicks attempt to grow in his new prison - causing first time troubles now - confirmed that i was still all for it.

After i was successfully locked into the device, making any attempt to play with myself or cum totally obsolete, dick in tight confinement and covered by a layer of steel as well, my ass also filled with a locked plug, nothing i cold do without Mark now in those areas. My wrists were now also released and i was led away from there again. We walked around a few corners until mark told me to stand still. short after that he told me to slip my right hand into the glove that he held to it, i did as he said and once i was inside the pre-lubed glove i found out it was fingerless, more a paw than a glove, being rather tight as well i could keep a fist only and certainly not use my hands for anything. The second hand received the same tight mitt, both made of rubber, yet by their immobility i knew it was rather thick rubber for sure. Some other hands supported me then suddenly and Mark told me to step my right foot into the sleeve of the thighs he held on to it. Skintight rubber thighs with attached socks. Once both feet were inside, he and obviously another guy pulled them up to my hips, smoothened them proper. Mark then told me that they will pull a top over my head; one that has also a hood attached with a gag, the two short tubes in my nose would have their attachments inside also, so i should not panic while they aligned and connected those. They pulled that top over my upper body then, i slipped my arms into its arms and once they had aligned gag and the holes for the nosetubes, i could breathe through those nose holes again normally, just i was again gagged, unable to speak anyway. Mark explained that the nose tubes actually were extended inside the attached hood towards the top, my face now was an anonymous blank space without any holes visible. So i stood there now head to toe in rubber, not a single opening visible, underneath locked in steel, no usable hands, gagged as well, helpless already, even though not restrained at all. Mark explained again that the read of the thighs had also matching tube openings to attach and reach that hollow tube inside the plug when needed. In other words, for my bodily functions i would not have to get anything off either now. As for feeding me fluids, the gag had a removable small plug to attach a tube for feeding also when needed. He removed it then and i could breathe through that hole in the gag now, he said he will attach it later again.

Mark then told me his next plan - he would spray me head to toe in fluid rubber, to let it dry then and repeat that procedure a few times. He told me it was rather high dense rubber and each coating he sprayed on would add about one millimeter rubber to my body. I was to stand still with me legs and arms slightly spread for the duration, but i was in a heated room, the drying process for each layer took only about 20 minutes, it was a special compound in the liquid rubber that enhanced the drying process a lot. I wondered how it would be with such thick rubbered layer on the body later, how walking would be, how bending arms would be, but i would sure soon find out. Mark started the first layer, added the second, a third, a fourth, i wondered how thick rubber that would be by now. 1,5 hours later he finished it, 5 layers on, a total of about 5 millimeters rubber all over my body with the exception of the bottom of my feet, where i was standing throughout all that time.

i still did not try moving, not sure if i could just do that now, Mark then told me to try lifting one leg a little, he would add some rubber boots to me now, boots that had been screwed on a small platform of wood, to enhance stability of my standing - it was indeed heavy to bend or lift the leg, but i managed, while again being supported by some other hands, soon i was standing there again, but now in a pair of heavy rubber boots added to the rubber shell i was wearing. Mark then told me he would spray on a thin cover again now that he would use to embed a few straps on to my rubber body. Just minutes later i stood there with still wet rubber as outer layer and he began with some help of someone else to add canvas straps on to my body. He added one of them every 5 inches from neck down to the ankles, during that pressing my arms now on to my sides, no longer kept slightly spread away from it, and also keeping my legs now together, no longer spread. He also looped a long thick strap underneath the rubber boots, had me lift each leg slightly to get under the soles as well, the long strap going on both sides of the body also up to the neck. He also added on each shoulder some heavy d-rings into that strap before flattening it into the still wet rubber. Then he applied another thin wet layer rubber sprayed on before repeating to cover the same straps with a second layer straps again. Just this time he also covered every former free place between the first straps so that at the end i was a complete mummy from neck down, covered in heavy canvas straps, d-rings at the shoulders, all held by being laid into the still wet rubber.

He told me to stand still (what other choice did i actually have) until it was dry again. i was already sweating rather heavy, thick rubber, heated room, not the best conditions to keep dry ... When Mark came back he told me - and he had to speak rather loud by now, else i would not understand much through the tick rubber all over me - that he would add another few coatings rubber now, so i would have to just stand and wait during that. It took again at least two hours more now, he added another 6 layers rubber sprayed on, so on top of the current 5 millimeters another 6- millimeters rubber made my body into a complete anonymous cocoon, everything including the little platform i was standing on in the screwed on rubber boots was coated by more and one centimeter of rubber, there were only two small tubes at the top of the head for the breathing tubes, one hole in the front of my mouth to add a feeding tube or to just close it in-between feeding and one hole at the rear side, matching the needed tube hole of the locked in plug, the rest was one big rubber item. Mark might have talked to the other guy or tried talking to me, i could only hear a few noises, but not really make out any words in it, but i felt shortly after lifted up, Mark had hooked that cocoon on to a winch with the d-rings he had previously embedded into the rubber - what he did at the end was giving the bottom of that wooden little plate i stood on also a rubber coating, so that it was an all-black completely sealed one piece rubber cocoon then.

I thought i had been given a push to swing around dangling there off the ceiling, i could not really tell anymore, but at least i imagined to feel some swinging of my cocooned body. But other than that, i was isolated from the world, not knowing what was going on now, still not actually having seen where i am, only assuming it was in Marks house, and nothing happened. After some time however i could feel being taken off the ceiling and carried somewhere, at least the change between vertical and horizontal position is still noticeable to me, even if i do no longer notice anything else around me. When i felt being put down again, i did know i was standing again, of course not knowing where, but after that nothing happened again, and nothing happened for a very long time. i had no idea what, where, who - but i assumed this imprisonment was that punishment Mark talked about, being immobilized in a cocoon without ability to see, hear, speak, notice anything, even my dick not able to enjoy much in his prison, the plug pressing constantly inside myself and by now i also felt that the constant dripping out of my bladder slowly filled my ass. All in all i could say on a short time it is an exciting pleasure, but over longer periods, this definitely is excessive punishment. And if wetting my uniform (actually his uniform) in a helpless situation brings up such punishment, i would not want to know what other punishments he might think of when a boy really disobeys...

i must have dozed away several times in-between now, not able to do anything or even hear if the world outside still exists there is not much one can do, horniness comes and goes, hurts when it is there, so naturally the dick goes soft again, but then again the excess of this immobile prison gets me horny again quickly, and no way to help my dick to get any relief, frustrating and exciting at the same time, the brain has a lot to process in all that time, having dozed away i could not even tell anymore how long i was now here. A few hours, a day? who knows, right now i have to wait for Mark to get me out of this cocoon at some point, and i truly hoped it would be soon, and not at the end of my visit. Suddenly i felt the mouthpiece being opened, i could breathe there and i thought to understand Mark trying to tell me that he wanted to feed me, i thought to notice something plugged on to the mouth opening too, as breathing through it changed so expected indeed some fluids now, better not breathing through it then now, and i was right, some cool fluid, strange taste so i could not really make out what it actually was, but a very welcome 'meal' for me, i kept swallowing, not knowing how much it was, but i swallowed until nothing came down my throat anymore. By the feel it was a large amount, a liter, two? I could not tell, but it felt good to have had it. Unfortunately - being catheter means the fluids continue their path, so within short time i felt the pressure in my ass growing, obviously filled by my piss now. I had to stay a while with that discomfort, clearly was not in a situation to influence any of it, but at some point i felt a relief, Mark must have used the tube at the rear to allow this relief.

I could not tell how long passed by now, i was fed a total of 7 times, i know i had been carried around twice, other than that, with the occasional dozing off i was left in the dark all by myself. Now however i was again carried somewhere. I was kept horizontal quite a while and felt a lot of vibrations, so i assumes i was transported in the van again. After again a long time i was carried again somewhere, and again ended standing upright and nothing else happened anymore. At least for a while. But then i noticed regular or better said irregular banging on the rubber shell, i did not know what it was; only later i would be told. It must have been at least several hours standing there already, noticing sometimes some banging on the rubber shell, sometimes even thought to notice slight moving, as if someone is pushing that cocoon, but only later i would know...

What Mark had done was to bring me in my cocoon to the event that i was planning to visit, the first evening of that even was a large exhibition, and i was part of it, a human cocoon, a thick piece of rubber with a real human inside, waiting to be released again. What i felt was people touching the cocoon, knocking on to it to see if there is a response, however i was unable to give any.... proof of a real human inside was hard to give, the small tubes alone do not proof anything, and other than that there was no trace of me to find. Only towards the end of that exhibition Mark revealed it - he carefully cut off the cocoon, slowly but steady making sure the shell gets cut in half, able to pull it off at the end and show the person inside - well the hooded person inside. it took Mark i think at least an hour to get the cocoon cut in half’s - on purpose making sure it could be reused at later time if needed, but when finally all was cut correctly, he and a few others pulled the upper half - i had been laid down for it - off and then helped me get out of the lower half - large applause of a crowd was to hear, however i still did not see or know...

i was too weak to stand or even sit, so kept laying on the floor, one person supporting me, feeding me again fluids and after what i think was half an hour i managed to sit up on my own again. Mark came next to me and told me i had broken a record, 3 days in that cocoon and moreover, being the center part of the exhibition, having had a lot of bets on me, if or if not there was indeed a real person inside, most did not actually believe it until he revealed it now. Wow - three days, i could not believe it, i might have thought it was less, but then again it could have been longer, i would never have been able to tell. But did he say exhibition? What exhibition? he sure felt that i was asking myself just that, as he continued that we were on the event that i had wanted to go, it was the first evening of that event, so without having seen any of it, i finally made it to that event, but luckily the event lasted another two days, so there would be more to come. for now he said i had to get some confortable rest for the night and tomorrow we see further ... i was - still hooded - lead to the van, allowed to sit in the back of it without further restraints, Mark cleared and packed his items from the exhibition and we drove back to his place.

Once arrived there, Mark lead me again into his basement - where i had been at the begin as he told me - and then helped me out of the rubber top and thighs, however the mitts, the hood and of course the chastity remained on. He lead me into a shower and told me i should enjoy it for the next 15 minutes, my body can use it for sure. After the shower i toweled myself off, as good as it can be done with still useless hands inside the mitts, Mark already was there then and lead me out of that shower, across the room into another, in there was a small prison cell, 1 x 2 meters in size, no windows, a small mattress on the floor. He lead me into it, sat me on the mattress and locked a rather heavy steel collar on my neck, that collar was attached to the wall in the cell. He also added rather heavy wrist shackles, connected with a short chain, keeping my hands on the front, and as well some heavy ankle shackles, also connected with a small chain. Then he told me that it was warm enough in the cell, so i would not need a blanket, and i should rest well, with that i heard the cell door close and lock twice. Even though i had not done anything at all the past three days but stand inside my cocoon, i was wasted, totally exhausted, i lay down on that mattress and was sleeping within minutes.

I do not know how long i slept, when i came to again by hearing someone unlock the cell door again, but i certainly felt refreshed, and hungry. Mark commented on my waking up with having been lazy long enough and being time for some breakfast and getting me ready again. i was of course not certain what that meant, but the fluids he provided for me to drink were very welcome, even if i had given the world for some solid food, since i was not in a place to have any say in it, the given 'food' was thankfully appreciated. Once again it was quite a lot of it and naturally within short time i would feel the results in my ass, but i would just have to accept it again until Mark would decide or allow this to change.

Shortly after Mark came back to me and said it is time, grabbed me by my neck telling me to follow him. We went into one of the other rooms in his basement where i was ordered to wait. I heard Mark open some cupboards and drawers, curious what he again had in mind this time. he kind of laughed when telling me that he would want to make sure i would not get cold throughout the day and told me to lift the right leg and slip into the sleeve, i felt suddenly another pair of hands helping to stabilize me, someone else again was present, probably one of the guys i met at the airport already. I was helped into a one piece suit made of some fabric, as i found out later; it was a darlex suit, head to toe. i was helped into both legs, it was pulled up then, i could feel it being thick and tight around my body, my arms were lead down the sleeves as well, and even though they were still in the mitts, i thought to realize the end of those sleeves had matching mitts, but there was anyway no use of my fingers at any time since arrival. The hood was then pulled over my still rubber hooded head and they aligned the nostril tubes accordingly and the zips on the back from top and bottom end were closed, as usual also then with a small padlock secured. I already could guess that it would get pretty warm in time, though the material felt still nice on the body.

Mark and his aid then started using ropes to further 'prepare’ me for whatever was to come. My arms were brought to the back and i was to keep them in place, as if i crossed my arms in front, just this time on the backside. Ropes were applied to each wrist end then, looping it around the part near the elbow and the wrists, tight enough to be secure, yet still comfortable. another rope was placed around the back of my neck, brought to the front over the shoulders and looped back under my armpits, looped both ends through the piece at my neck and knotted secure, from there both ends were lead down my back and looped around the middle of my crossed arms to keep them in their high position, back to the top rope at the neck and secured with knots. some length of a new rope then was looped around my body just in the middle between elbow and shoulder, further loops then between front and back of this rope going between my already tightened arms and the body and again all secured at the end. again starting at the back of my neck another rope then was lead down my front, looped through the front part of the previous rope, lead further down the body and between my legs to the left and right of my chastity towards the back, looped there also through the previous set rope and lead further up to again be secured at the top piece of rope behind my neck. they did clean and tight work on all that so that i now was no longer able to move my arms or hands in any direction, they were almost glued to my backside in their position.

Mark then again told me to lift the first leg to slip into the next item - yet another head to toe suit, not only was it a very heavy made rubber, but this one had no arm sleeves at all, just the plain torso in the upper part. again with helping hands of the other guy they managed to get my legs inside that suit, pulling it up to my hips together, and i could feel they tightness of it, later i was told it had no zippers, the entry to that suit was through the attached open faced hood, together they then managed to pull the suit even further, over my now immobilized hands and arms, over the shoulders and finally pulling the open face hood in place. The restrained arms were now no longer visible, the upper body was one rubber form by now and the tightness of the rather thick rubber just removed any prior still available ability to move them. Again then i was told to lift the first leg, Mark and his aid helped me into a pair of rubber boots, just my size as i found out, once we managed my feet inside them but even if it seemed to be the final touch, they weren't ready yet. Mark mentioned (i had a hard time understanding, but he spoke loud enough now) that he had a special suit made recently and i was the first to be sealed into it now. the first part was similar to a pair of chest waders, size 14 boots attached, and it took the two a while to get my already rubber booted feet inside it, but Mark told me that the two sizes boots exactly match, the whole suit again was made of heavy black rubber, not too tight, yet partially form fitting on the body, not looking too bulky on top of what they had already sealed me into. This part of the suit went up just above the hips. The second part of the suit was of course for the top, a slightly thinner rubber around the neck part, a full rubber hood attached, matching holes for my nose tubes and one for a mouth tube were the only openings, and again no sleeves for the arms. They pulled it over my head, adjusted the hood accordingly, pulled the rest down to join the other part of the suit and by means of an airtight zip the both parts were sealed together, another padlock ensured that the zip would not be opened by anyone but Mark again. The holes of the nose tubes and the hole for the mouth were the only connection out of rubber now. Mark mentioned then that only a few things more are missing before today’s outfit was complete.

The first he applied then was yet another hood. it was sort of a helmet, molded rubber form, extremely thick rubber, made of two half’s, the face looking like some alien or similar, but no visible openings at all, inside three tubes, one for the mouth and two for the nostril tubes, but all three inside the hood leading towards the top of the hood. Only there then were the three holes visible to the outside. the two half’s were put on my head, tubes proper attached inside and on both sides the two half’s then joined with a number of buckles, each of them padlocked separately. That hood had a long neck part, the same heavy thick rubber, making head movements now also more difficult for me. As almost last item Mark and his guy took a full body harness now, thick leather straps basically also from head to toe. together they started fitting it over my sealed body, beginning with the collar around my neck, once padlocked adding one more way to prevent that thick rubber helmet from coming off, every few inch a strap around the body then down to the hips and again then for each leg individually, a final thick strap going under the boots soles, each strap tightened proper and individually locked with a small padlock and last for the head also the attached sort of head harness, over the place where a mouth would be, over the eyes, under the chin, over the top of the head, all of them also padlocked proper at the end. No Houdini of this planet would be able to get out of anything by now and aside of the three small holes at the very top of the helmet hood i was completely sealed up in several layers now, again some anonymous body, completely depending on whoever was holding all the keys to my prison.

The harness had dozens of d-rings built into each of the straps, at the front, back, along the sides and also along the head part. Mark now took small pieces of chain, starting with a one foot length and getting shorter. the longest - well one foot isn't that long - was padlocked to d-rings right at my ankles, allowing me now only small steps, further up then Mark added the other chains, every few inch all the way up the legs until the last two d-rings were directly padlocked together. Then the last item was added, a heavy chain padlocked into the ring at the front of the collar, then Mark said (i almost did not hear him) that he was finished preparing and i was to wait until they were ready to leave. I wondered where we would leave to, but i was anyway not in a position to question anything. Mark hooked two pieces of chain coming from the ceiling into one of the rings on each shoulder now, hooked to each outside of my ankles another chain that was locked into hooks in the floor and then i felt being lifted up slowly, up to a point where the chains on my ankles forced my legs as far apart as the connecting chains between them allowed, this way i was actually completely immobile from the neck down. Not that the heavy hood allowed much moving of the head anyway.

i was then just left hanging there while Mark and the other guy left to get ready themself for whatever they planned going to. I could feel the sweat already running down my legs inside those layers, i was sure it would be another exhausting day, or did they actually plan just the day or more i asked myself. i tried to struggle but there was no way to move around, i felt very slight movement but the sealed anonymous piece was held strict in its position, of course that helplessness added to the horny imprisonment of the body got me horny once again, but as the days before frustration comes quick when the cock does not have the needed space to enjoy it, of course i also now felt even more again the filled ass, my breakfast had certainly made their way in there already complete. Since i arrived i had not seen the daylight, so time was no longer something i could feel or even estimate. i could not tell what time of day it was now, how long i was prepared, how long i new already was suspended waiting for Marks return. I would assume, but could never know. Mark told me later i was left about two hours there before he came back.

When Mark returned i was let down from my suspended waiting position, mark took the chain locked to my collar and pulled on it for me to follow. For the first time i started now walking in my prison. at first almost stumbling because of the short chains keeping me from making bigger steps, but as well those extreme sized boots on my feet, totally unused to those and naturally having no arms to balance the body made it not any better. But Mark took it into account and walked me slowly, up from the basement (you can imagine how difficult the steps were to take), out of the house into his garage again. Mark and again some other helping hands supported me to get into the back of the van again where this time i was kept standing, just as before my ankles chained to hooks in the bottom, shoulders connected to hooks in the top and just enough space left to again suspend me, last now the top of the head harness as well chained to the top of the van and again i was immobile, just this time able to be transported this way. Before leaving me there, Mark (he must have shouted for me to understand) told me that he will feed me on the way - a large bag with fluids was places slight above my head and the tube from it connected to the one leading into my mouth, a total of 2 liters streamed into my mouth during the drive now (and of course ended where the rest ended as well)

The drive took a while, apart from the slight movements i felt when going around corners, accelerating/breaking the van or of course the bumps in the street i certainly could not even remotely guess what direction we went or how long we were on the road. The van stopped twice and went on again; Mark later told me he picked up some friends then, not that this would make any difference to me. However at the first stop someone entered the back of the van, i was later told that one of the friends Mark picked up also had a slave with him; he was placed into the back of the van as well for the ride to our destination. that slave was fully packed into a dog suit, mitts, legs up at the thighs, dog tail, his dick and balls hanging free outside, a doggy hood, well gagged underneath, no more than grunting possible.

After arriving at the destination it took again quite a while before Mark and his friend(s) entered the back of the van again, not that it made any difference to me whether we were driving or already arrived. They took the doggy out of the van first before letting me down from my hooks and helping me to get out of the van. I stood for a short moment unattended before feeling a slight tug on the chain on my collar, not enough to indicate moving however. What Mark did now was to attach the end of that chain to the balls of the doggy, a parachute locked on the dogs balls kept it secured there, then the dog was put on a leash and Mark started slowly walking. So Mark walked, the doggy followed the leash and by that pulling with his balls on my chain leash, making me follow wherever they went. Being quite handicapped in terms of walking free or fast, naturally i kept pulling the doggie’s balls continuously.

we walked - as fast as my situation allowed - for a pretty long time, at some point i assumed to hear more noises around us and not long after that i could feel each time we stopped briefly there were lots of hands touching, people talking, though i did not really understand what they said. Mark had taken me again to the street fair, where the day before i was released from my cocoon. Just today there was a parade, marching half the city and Mark made the doggy and I walk the distance in the middle of that parade. It must have been a warm day, at least i assumed, since in the meantime i sweated quite a lot, feeling the boots up to knees filled with sweat, of course it could not have been piss, as all that w3as still up my ass. Mark fed me once more some fluids somewhere during the parade march and of course the pressure in my ass just got worse, i sure needed to get it out soon, if this was going to last longer. As usual i could not tell any time, how long we marched, how far we marched, but by the end of it i got really used to the short steps, the huge boots, the lack of balance with the arms, but by the way i constantly felt the tug on the chain attached to my collar, that doggy will definitely have sore balls by now.

when we finally stopped, i felt Mark handle my ass, each layer had a matching small zip hole just in the right place, after having all open he finally allowed me some relief, i could not tell if we were just in the middle of a street or wherever he had taken me for it, but all i cared for was the relief i so urgently needed that moment. however when finished and having been walked a short while again, Mark fed me once again almost two liters of fluids - sure needed by the amount i was sweating during the time now, yet of course also once again starting to fill my ass. I expected to go on walking then but instead was just kept standing there a while. After having been presented around the parade, Mark decided to make me again an exhibition piece.

Obviously Mark had good contacts and good friends, as what he planned was not just anything. I was at that time standing right underneath a small bridge in the city, Mark had organized a small transportable lift, the kind also window washers or city workers used when having tasks higher above ground. I was stood into that life with Mark and someone else, lifted all the way up to the bottom of that little bridge. they used some chains looped around one of the bridges steel beams and hooked the rings on each shoulder into those, then Mark added a little steel bar at my ankles, ensuring that my legs again were kept as far apart as the chains between them allowed and finally they both disappeared when the lift was let down again, suspending me high up there about 20 feet off the ground. Mark told me later, that bridge was right in the middle of the street fair, so i had become just a decoration piece for it now. being too far from the ground i hardly noticed any talking or other activities from the people below, swinging a little, moved by the occasional wind blow, left on my own. my dick again - or still - still fighting to get hard, my ass filled, blind, sweating in the layers, a black human shaped item hanging around a large fair as small attraction for others to enjoy.

the walking however had exhausted me, so does the mere fact of suffering that layered prison, the inability to move, the limited breath - all of it gets you tired, i actually dozed away while left hanging there. So again i could not even remotely imagine how much time passed, an hour, two, five.... Mark told me i was there almost eight hours before he took me off again. When i touched ground again and we started walking shortly after that i expected the day to be over, but instead we walked again quite far. At some point then i hears music, as clear as i heard it i knew it must have been very loud. Mark took me to one of the evening parties that were set during that fair, not that i would notice much of it in my situation. Once again Mark handles the rings at the shoulders and the ankles and once again i felt being lifted off the ground. Obviously not far, but again kept immobile spread with chains. Mark had arranges to place me right at the entrance to the club he visited as eye catcher for incoming guests. All i could do was to accept it, once again just hang there in my prison, feel the occasional touch of some hands, and at least had the ability to listen a little to the music they played. This way i also finally could at least guess some of the time passing by counting the number of songs played. Mark left me there another few hours before taking me off again, without much delay walking again, but this time back to the van. The same transport procedure including the feeding was done for the ride back to Mark’s place.

Once back at his place i was lead into the basement again, slowly he and again some helping hands present unlocked everything, took off one piece after the other until i stood again as in the morning (or was it not the morning) - the initial rubber hood still on my head, the mitts in place, and of course the chastity and plug in place. Again Mark told me to have a good shower, which i did and enjoyed a lot. I had been hot and sweaty for a long time again and the cool water on my skin was more pleasure than jerking off at that time (though my dick still was fighting its prison constantly too).

I was then once again relieved from the content in my ass, but this time after having been fed fluids once more. i do not know what he fed me all the time, but somehow i did not really feel hungry most of the time, having been fed fluids several days now means it must be really good stuff. After that i was again brought into the small prison cell, chained as the last time and Mark told me to get some good rest. Even though i dozed some when before, the exhaustion had me fall asleep within minutes.

when i again woke up from the cell door being opened i felt still a bit tired but definitely much more refreshed of course, Mark once again fed me the usual two liters fluids, allowing me another shower again and again allowing some relief to my ass, at least at the begin i will not have to deal with the filled ass i thought to myself. Mark then told me that i had been sleeping a very long time, it was already afternoon that day and he also said that he was impressed and certainly proud of my endurance the past days. So for today he would make it an easy one for me and allow me to also enjoy a bit of the fair, since it was its last day.

He then, again with some helping hands from someone else, lead me into the other room again and shortly after i heard him order me to lift a leg again, once more i was fitted into a suit, once again it was rubber and as before head to toe. I thought to recognize it because it was again the difficult entry through the attached open face hood where the two of them had to work quite a bit to get it all the way up to my shoulders. Before placing the hood however Mark told me to keep my eyes shut as he was to remove the rubber hood i had on since the first day. I did as told and when it finally was off i sighed, felling fresh air around my head after that long again. But only for a brief moment, because Mark then immediately pulled another one over my head. This one again had small tubes for the nostrils, but as well a lot more to it. The eyes had pinholes, just a few of them, so it will be little to see, but at least i will be able to recognize something later when my eyes are used to light again. Additionally however the mouthpiece was unique too. he told me to insert my tongue in the compartment inside the mouthpiece which he held in place with his fingers, when he finished most of my tongue was placed inside a rubber sheet by itself, also inside i felt some small tube, Mark explained it was allowing to breathe and also to be fed through it. but added to that there was a lot more rubber in my mouth and Mark started adjusting it all, the inside of my mouth was mostly covered at the end with rubber, behind teeth the gum, but as well between teeth and lips, even the lips had their own formfitting shape, all in all rubber everywhere when he finished and this as well made speech rather impossible. i thought what an ingenious mask that is, never seen one before, but the fight my dick had in his prison confirmed how horny i found that experience again.

Mark then told me that i can open the eyes slow, get used to some light again, which i did, but other than lots of blur there was at first nothing. He continued in the meantime my preparation. The open face hood of the heavy suit was now pulled over the existing mask, sealing it in place also. I was then told to get into the pair of heavy black waders Mark had prepared, well fitting for me, so he obviously has a lot of right sized items in his stock. Still in the blur i started to at least realize that the eye holes were just a few tiny pinholes, but having been blind a few days that just made it easier to get used to light again. i did however seem to recognize Mark coming up to me with another hood, it was similar to the last days hood, very thick molded rubber, two half’s, just this one had eye lenses in it, but no mouth or nose defined, yet again alien like looks and the same kind of tubing inside. The nose and mouth tube connected proper again, Mark closed the tow half’s and buckled it shut, not forgetting the padlocks on it again. Next Mark presented was a large sort of jacket, but when he told me to stretch my mitted arms to the front i knew it was a straitjacket. Made of rather heavy rubber again. He and the shadow of another man that in the meantime i had recognized slipped that jacked over my upper body, zipped and buckled it shut; once the collar of it was buckled up it automatically sealed the extended neck part of the heavy mask into it. Arms were crossed as required, lead to loops at the side of the straitjacket and tightly buckled at the back. The two straps between my legs were fitted and buckled shut and last the strap over my lower arms closed proper as well. As i expected it, Mark then produced an amount of padlocks to secure each strap of the jacket with them as well. i wondered why he mentioned to make it easy today, it did not seem like that to me at this time, hot and sweaty again, locked into rubber layers, but i guess he meant to ability to have a limited sight could be the 'easy' part of it.

Mark then told me that i was ready, he would not add restraints to my legs, giving me ability to walk normally and that we would again attend the fair now, so this time i would at least see some parts of it, though unable to be recognized, unable to talk or do much on my own. He then hooked a leash into the ring of the jackets collar and told me to follow. free feet and ability to at least see a little made it easy for the first time to walk and follow him and finally i got to see parts of the house as well, at least the bits leading us to his garage (the small part from where i stood towards the door, the small of the stairways and the small of the little hallway towards the garage). also for the first time i saw the van that had been my transport from the first day on, though again i was put into the back, sat down leaning towards the front, the leash hooked into a ring there and left then. throughout the drive i could not see much again, as there was no window in the back, but i felt rather confortable this time, still hot and sweaty and still horny as hell after those days in chastity.

When we arrived Mark fed me once again fluids, a strange activity when you do not see any bottles or tubes because he fills it through a hole on the top of the mask you wear, but i got used to it when i was blind already anyway. Then he took me out of the van and we walked towards the fair. I could finally see some of it and was amazed how big it actually was, how many people were there, and of course all those Masters with their slaves at hand, me just looking like one of the many slaves of course too. I could not speak, but hear at least most of it, each time we stopped, and we stopped every few meters for Mark to greet and talk with people he knew; i tried to follow the conversations. They talked about Marks exhibition item of the past two fair days, so about me, Mark also confirming that the guy inside this rubber cover is the same as the one being presented those days. i heard lots good words about the impressive endurance from many of those people, however could barely nod as sign of appreciation, i would have enjoyed to introduce myself, show myself, but that as just not an option. we spent several hours there, one more feeding, one more relief of my ass, lots of sweating, but generally i enjoyed it a lot, much more than the days before understandably, though the constant talk Mark had with all the people about it kept me rather hard all the time thinking back to it. Later we also entered a club again, Mark confirmed it was the same i had spent the night before as entrance decoration, showing me the hooks that i had been suspended to, once again talking to lots people which i finally could see - more or less. Again i was fed fluids during our stay there and once again my ass was really filled, one would think i was used to it by now, but i guess something you never get used to. Towards the end of the party we then finally went back to the van, same procedure with me in the back of it for the way home.

Arriving back at Marks place i was once again fed fluids, i definitely needed it having been sweating like a pig all day again, Mark allowed a relief of my ass again and then told me that since it was my last day, i would be allowed a more comfortable bed for the night. I expected to be released from my confinement but once again assumed wrong. I was instead placed on a sort of table that was set between two poles in the middle of the room, laying on my back on the padded rubber on it, and then Mark started using straps from head to ankles to fix my encased body on to it rather immobile once again. He smirked when telling me that this was certainly more comfortable than the small cell, which at the end was right, but i had hoped for a proper bed without restraints, being my last night before returning home. Once all straps were buckled and again secured with padlocks i hears some clanking sound and suddenly the plate i was fixed on moved. Mark turned it completely upside down, me no longer laying on top of it but hanging underneath of it. With the number of straps in place i did not even move during that and again was suspended, facing the floor right underneath me. Mark just tapped with his fingers on the top of that board and wished me a good night, turned the lights off and went upstairs.

I thought at first not to be able to fall asleep, but somehow the activities of the past days took their price, i actually slept perfectly until i woke up from the board being turned around again. I felt however all the sweat inside the rubber suit floating around my body during that move, but right next i already felt my still horny dick again, even secretly questioning if i wanted still out of that rubber i was locked into now. But Mark started immediately to remove all straps holding me on that board, helped me off it and then removed all locks, straps, one layer after the other. When he finally took off the hood filling my mouth he ordered me to keep my mouth shut again as my visit was not over yet. However this time he also removed the mittens that kept my hands useless since my arrival, only thing left was the chastity now. Then he told me to get a long warm shower and when finished put on the clothing he will have ready for me here and then come upstairs for some breakfast. Mentioning breakfast means food, so finally i would get something real again i thought while i was under the shower. I took myself almost half an hour under the streams in the shower, enjoying the 'almost' freedom back again.

After i had toweled myself off i went back into the room and found on that board i had spent the night under a pack of clothes. This time all army, so i assumed it was the same i had worn when being brought here the first day. To my surprise however it seemed a complete set - the original army underwear, socks, shirt, pants, belts, jacket, and boots up to the proper cap even everything was there. So i got dressed in all of it, assuming Mark did not put it all here for nothing. I made sure all was neat and clean worn and then went upstairs, first time moving around the house free. Once in the little hallway i called for Mark to know where he was and followed his response, ending up in the kitchen where he sat with two friends of his, all three in the identical outfit i wore, the only difference was that they had ranks displayed on their uniform, mine was without any. Mark told me to sit down and have a coffee, which one of the other two immediately filled into an empty cup in front of me. Mark also introduced the other two, having assisted him from the start and he also added they will assist until the end as well, indicating to me that my ordeal was not yet over completely, despite the fact of not being in severe restraints at this time. Mark continued that since i was still in my chastity, solid food was still not an option, but i could have as much coffee as i wanted now.

We talked for some time about the past days, how much Mark enjoyed, what i felt, certainly told him how much i enjoyed even though it was pretty hard in times and also just about common interests, friends, events and regular things. Of course i had to watch the time now as my return flight was due today, so i told Mark when he planned to have me back to the airport. He just had a big grin on his face and told me he was planning a last surprise for me for the return. I told him that cannot mean anything good - with a smile on my face, knowing i can trust him. He then said that i was already dressed for my home flight, just not proper prepared yet to be shipped back. He added that he had spent a deal of his good connections on arranging it and i should just enjoy what was to come. I was curious of course, but i would see in an instant.

We went out to his garage again and i say my small bag that i arrived with already stand on a work bench there. Obviously i would go from here directly then, though we still had almost 4 hours until the flight was due. Mark told me to stand still and then placed two earplugs of an iPod into my ears, then he lead the length of the cable through my jacket down to one of the side pockets of my army pants. Next he took a hood off the bench there and placed it on me. A thick heavy padded leather hood with only two nose holes to breathe through. Making sure the earplugs stayed in place and then lacing it up tightly. Then he was leading me a few steps and told me to sit down - helping me to turn around and sit on some large padded chair. It was one of those famous chairs where a person could be completely strapped immobile into. He first led my hands into large hard leather mitts, forcing my hands flat and i found even each finger was separated from each other inside it. then i could feel him and obviously the other two starting to strap me into the chair, two across the chest, two holding my head in place, one over my throat, one at my hips, over each thigh, above and below knees, at the ankles and even over the boots - when they were finished i was hardly able to move once again now. After that i could just feel some vibrations, but did not know what happened. the chair was actually mounted on a small platform which built the base for a crate, Mark and his friends now actually assembled that crate again, each of the side walls mounted in place, screwed shut proper and stabile and just before the top lid was placed, mark took an iPod, plugged it into the wire on me and set it to run, immediately i could hear a very monotonous sound, simple white noise, loud enough to make sure i would not hear a thing aside of it anymore - i was already isolated now, immobile, helpless, and putting the lid on top of the crate now also locked away in a storage crate. Mark and his guys screwed the lid proper to ensure the crate is complete and proper stabile for transport.

After a while of nothing, i felt the crate moving, they lifted it up and into the van now, Mark knocked on the outside to say good bye, but of course i did not notice that anymore. We drove then to the airport, a human freight in the back to be delivered, i wondered if they would get me out in the van or would unload the crate before letting me out, the latter should be sure interesting for bystanders to watch. After some time driving the van stopped, again for a while nothing happening before i felt the crate again being moved, just thin time it was not just a short lifting it out of the van, obviously the crate was transported away from the van. A few minutes i felt the move of the crate, then it was set down again, once again i wondered what was to come, but almost half an hour nothing happened until i again felt movement, the crate was transported elsewhere. I felt a few bumps, could definitely say it was moved, just not how and where. Again it took about ten minutes before the crate stood still and nothing but the white noise in my ears was to notice. i thought if i was to catch my flight i should slowly be released, get dressed, moreover get that chastity off me as well, but nothing happened for at least another hour.

Finally i felt again movement, yet strange movement, and just for a couple of minutes at first, then a sudden rush, i felt pressed into the back of the chair for a while and then again - nothing...

i started thinking and somehow it took quite a while before i realized - i had been placed into a plane while still strapped into that chair, isolated and treated like a piece of freight. What i felt before was the unloading and loading of the crate and the last i felt was the start of the plane. i wondered how Mark got that arranged, i could definitely not be on a regular plane as regular freight and moreover, what would be at the end of the flight ... i got a little scared at first, but then reminded me that i trusted Mark complete, else i would hardly have done the past days with him already, and he did mention to have used his connections for a special surprise, so i was calming myself to accept that at the moment there was nothing i could do and i just would have to see what would follow.

the flight took of course a few hours, hours that get very long when you are isolated with no more than some white noise in your ears all the time, i was also too nervous now to sleep or even just doze off, so time passed extremely slow before i felt the obvious touchdown of the plane, now wondering even more how i would get out of the plane, through customs and out of the crate at the end. The plane obviously rolled into its parking position and shut down the engine, not that i would have realized any of that very much, but for quite some time again nothing at all happened after that.

Only then at the end finally i felt some slight vibrations again, someone actually unscrewed the lid of the crate, removed one wall after the other and then started unbuckling each of those straps holding me in place. Finally also the hood was removed and i found out we were still in the loading space of a small plane and both of the guys i had met as Marks were with me here. My rather questioning face obviously made one of them immediately start to explain. He was a business man who had some meets over here anyway and had agreed with Mark to take care of my transport over here, on a private jet of his company... that explained a lot already to me of course. Being out of my crate i would naturally not have trouble getting out of the plane and airport then as regular flight passenger, though of course my outfit was not the usual for a regular passenger, then again the other two were identical with me. Being a private flight also the entrance to the airport and the pass through customs were separated and by the grin on the face of the customs officer i was sure he was in the whole arrangement as well, Mark sure had good contacts in good places i thought to myself.

Out of the airport one of the two, the younger one, and i assumed his rank on the uniform was below the older one, still not even knowing their names, loaded my bag and theirs into a rental car awaiting them. The ride to my house is just half an hour and they brought me directly to my house, parking near it. The younger then unloaded my bag and a midsized cardboard box from the trunk and we went towards my house, i still needed to get out of the clothes and chastity, so i thought inside they would arrange it with me. once inside my house the younger one placed the box on the table, i asked them if they wanted a coffee or similar, but they waved on it, telling me they had arrangements to meet some people in town and needed to get to their hotel now. instead of telling me about taking off the uniform and releasing the chastity they just turned towards the door and told me to read the content inside the box, my attempt to ask them what was about the chastity was completely ignored and before i could hold them back, they were outside and already getting into their car.

i stood there in my full army in my house door with a very large question in my face, but seeing them drive off i thought i better check that box then, hoping to find the answer to that question in there. I went back into the living room and opened the box, inside an envelope and a lot of bottles with some brownish fluid, which was all i saw. I took the envelope and opened it, a letter from Mark and also one small key was inside. I started reading...

Mark mentioned that he could not just let me walk so freely after having had so much fun with me those few days. Knowing that i was still having a few days holiday he planned to have even over that distance still a little fun with me and was sure i would not mind. The key i found in the letter was to release the valve of the plug i still had locked in, but for the moment that was all he gave me for the coming days. a week from now he would have another key delivered, if i checked closely i would find the spot on the backside of the chastity belt that would be unlocked with it, allowing me to remove that plug then as well. In that week i should just continue my fluid diet as i had in the past few days as well, it would not harm me to lose a few pounds probably, and the fluids were a special mix containing everything my body needs for that time. He also then mentioned that he would send the needed keys for the chastiytbelt approximately 4 weeks from now with a courier as well, but until then i was to just stay locked into it. I put away the letter and cursed silently, but then again i still felt my dick fighting inside, just confirming that Mark has obviously continued to hit my spots, enforcing this weekend session to last that much longer was indeed a big surprise, just as he promised at the breakfast table. i continued reading, Mark telling me i should keep the uniform, which he found fits very well to my looks and keep the chastiytbelt and plug safe in place, either we would meet again and i would have to use all of it again for that or he would eventually have me ship it back to him at some point later.

Well ... here i am, sitting in a horny looking uniform, horny like hell, unable to play with myself, frustration building up, but as the days before - not much i could do but to accept to have been trapped by Mark so ingeniously.

The week on fluid diet passed rather quickly and when finally that promised key arrived i could not wait to get it unlocked and remove that plug after such long time. I felt truly empty for quite some time after having it out and slowly starting solid food now to get back to regular again is a task as well, but still, i smile thinking about each part of the trip and its follow up. I chatted with Mark, swearing at him a few times with a smile on my face, but also confirming the success of his big surprise. we even agreed that once the keys to the belt have arrived three weeks from now we would agree on some more locked up times, me just returning those keys immediately after having unlocked the belt and at any time he orders after that locking myself in the belt again, until he was to send me the keys again, that way we could pass the time until i visited him again - and you bet i will save up for that to make sure to spend again a fabulous time with him ...