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(Fiction) I never got invited to his BDSM parties, always wanted to, but did not want to beg or push myself on to him, so it was a huge surprise when he invited me… but not for the party as guest, instead he asked if i wanted to volunteer to be part of the decoration, a rubbered up suspended item in the party area. That wasn’t so much participating as i wanted, but better than no invite at all, so i did not even doubt but agreed right away.
I arrived Friday afternoon at his place and he showed me that generous party basement in his huge home. He said thanks for volunteering to do this at the party, let’s give it a try to see how well it fits and works. I had been in the nub chastity of his already for a few days, sent to me in preparation, he said at the time, the plug insertion took some time, the getting into that one piece suit he had ready for me took the longest, primarily because of the long tubes into the nose, a ten incher for breathing, and a 30+ inch leading far down into the belly, also of course there was that massive embedded gag.
The rest of the preparation was quick, that muzzle, that padded suspension harness over the torso and around upper thighs, those armbinders keeping them straight at the elbow, those ankle restraints…
Then the steel cables, springs, spreaders and chains coming off the ceiling were attached and used accordingly, so that in no time i was suspended as intended, slightly hogtie-like, springs on head and sides allowing slight swinging movements, nothing big though, and he heard slight moans from me, silenced by gag and hood into almost not being heard though, every move i made twitched my butt muscles, that plug massaging my prostate, giving my already severely struggling dick in this tiny prison continued troubles.
I heard him laugh when he watched while checking every chain, cable and hook holding me secured up mid air, telling me: ‘Someone seems to enjoy it as it seems!’
Patting my caged dick and the balls made me briefly twitch, just to moan evenmore realizing that utter helplessness i had been placed in, too horny not to love, but also quite frustratingly countered by the tiny dick cage and that slightly too large plug. But then he continued:
‘I know the party is only tomorrow, but it looks great, you enjoy it obviously, so do i actually, looking at and knowing you’re stuck like that. I would say it would be a shame to undo it all now again just to have to repeat everything tomorrow again.
I think i’ll just winch you up all the way to the ceiling, where you’re supposed to end up for the party anyway, then i’ll point the streaming cam on you to entertain the guys visiting my pay channels, that way that fantastic view of you is not just enjoyed by me here, but also a few thousand of those pay members until tomorrow, when the party starts.
I’ll hook up the tube down your belly with water supply stuffed into the compartment above in the ceiling, so you’ll get plenty cool nutrition fluids, the suit is watertight, so if you need to piss, just go ahead anyway.
Of course the party won’t end before Sunday morning, after that, right underneath you, the brunch buffet will be prepared… naturally i doubt people will start brunch before noon either, but i guess you’ll just have to wait until some time in the afternoon then before i can take you off and out of all this again.
But hearing you moan, or is that grunts… well, it makes not really a difference, as it is barely to hear, so i just assume you’re happy about all that and won’t mind that you’re stuck now anyway, not that it matters…
Well, just enjoy, we’ll talk Sunday afternoon again then.’
Moments after that i felt the winch lifting me higher and higher, here in the center of the room i knew the ceiling wa about 11 or 12 feet high and i was ending up dangling from the top up there in no time.
Slightly swinging from every attempted move, moaning even more as each move kept working the plug and my dick could not get any joy, would start hurting sooner or later from constant trying even, i was torn between that extreme horny situation itself and the scary fact of what i just heard, being stuck in this util Sunday afternoon, and i was absolutely certsin that this hornyness only lasts that long, then boredom, extreme frustration while half horny constantly, but most of all, aching of parts of the body stcuk in this would repalce all the excitement, and the majority of my time up here i’d be actually suffering instead of enjoying.
But my previous attempt to protest, as he noted, grunts only that sounded like moans, all so silent that they’d not even disturb those close enough to hear, futile attempts to protest then, and i knew there was nothing that would change for the entire duration either, both, attempts to struggle and move as well as attempts to make sounds would just be received as ‘that guy up there is obviously horny as hell and loving it up there’.
I knew i was fucked, stuck , no matter how much i loved it now but would hate it in a few hours and most of the remaining time up here. If i had known he’d do that, i would not have shown up today already, but come around only tomorrow, but it was too late now…
It was a tough weekend for sure, hearing all that noise, not seeing a thing, not feeling much other than the frustrations and aching of my body parts, being pretty much ignored by anyone down there having fun with each other. But i made it to the Sunday afternoon at the end, not that i had a choice in it.
When he released me, i needed quite some time to stretch without pain, move without pain, get proper feeling and coordination into my limbs, but also get the aching out of my jaw and adjust to light again, see clearly.
He prepared food, desperately needed for sure, and i did not even bother to complain, what sense would it have made anyway, instead i actually thanked him for the invite, even if it wasn’t exactly how i anticipated a visit here would be for such party weekend, adding with some laugh even that my body would surely remember the weekend for a while also.
He laughed also, but after a while then said: 'I have parties like this every other weekend here, you surely know they are well known all over everywhere, hence the waiting list for invitations is also miles long.
Yesterdays theme was rubber, hence you’re dress up accordingly, but the themes change with each party, army, leather, rubber, sports, raingear, industrial, pretty much all fetishes one can think of that have related outfits.
One of my usual decoration objects cancelled short notice twice now, hence the need to invite a replacement, which happened to be you this weekend. Putting you on the actual invitation waiting list, given that the majority of guests is regulars, only very few are selected off that list to complete the numbers, it would take years for you to be able to come here as guest.
But if you want i can offer you that spot of that guy who cancelled twice, i need someone reliable, do not want to have to seach every time, so if you’d be interested…
You’d be dressed and packed according to the theme of the party, spend the weekend then well placed to be a horny decoration addition to the party, obviously unable to get out of that for sure, objects aren’t supposed to get anywhere from where or however they are placed.
I know it is a long drive, but you’d have to come here Fridays and leave Sunday evenings just like this weekend. You’d entertain my pay channel each of those weekends as you did this weekend, be present in whatever ways you are packed during the party event and brunch the next day, release, dinner and return Sunday evening. To compensate for that long drive every other weekend, I can offer you 10% of the pay channel income each of those weekends. But it also comes with one more quirk, i insist that the guy who’s going to be the regular object on my parties remains in an even smaller chastity cage permanently, also in the time you’re on your own at home. What do you say?’
Well, i did ot think of repeating this, but years and years waiting to 'maybe’ get an invite versus… well.. i can say i am at every single one of his parties, do not have to say how i spend time here… at least something i would say, as horny as it makes me now to think of inescapable biondage by him… every other weekend… i just switched off my brains and blurted out a quick 'Yes, please, i’ll never cancel, you can bet on me being here every other weekend for sure.’
He nodded, said: 'finish your food then, we’ll close that deal then after that.’ He then disappeared while i quickly finished, still aching quite a bit i thought about regretting it maybe, but looking at my dick standing strong on the mere thought of doing this, i waves every concern off immediately.
He came back with some small steel stuff in his hands, told me 'Let’s seal the deal then’, and while i wasn’t focussed, he grabbed my balls and squeezed them painfully har while giving y dick a few hard slaps. I was not at all enjoying pain, my hard dick was limp in no time, that pain took away any horniness my brains would have wanted to work on.
He however used that extreme limpness immediately, i almost missed the steps he did, that base ring was on my dick and balls in seconds and so was that 'cage’, well it was a pretty much flat plate, inside a small half round shape attached to it, and in its center an around one inch long hollow steel rod was present. He shoved that rod into my dick and once that half round covered the tip of my dick, pushed the limp dick pretty much back into the body until that plate was able to be attached on to the base ring, with that then hiding the presence of my dick rather compeltely.
But that was not the end. He looped a steel wire through the base ring on its top, ensured to center the long wire before using the tools to crimp it shut right above the base ring, then another crimping the two wire parts together 2,5 inches higher up. From there he wound the ends around my hips, making sure they are above hip bones so when he tightened then on the backside, they were tight enough to not be able to pull down over those hips anymore after he used the crimping tools back there also again, the still longer ends of the wires then went down the butt crack and to the from, right underneath my balls, looped through the base ring of the chastity there and then pulled tighter before also being crimped shut again, excess wire then cut off and some small shrink tube covering the ending to avoid scratching skin. The speed in whihc he did all that includeing the heating of that small piece shringing tube, before i even know it that basering was mounted right to my body, held tight to it by those steel wires around my hips and through the crack to the front again.
I was just standing there, shaking my head while he did, still looking for words to comment, by the time i had mumbled something like 'what the fuck are you doing there’ he was already finsihed.
i inspected the whole as he told me i could try… that basering was not moving away from my skin, that steel wire did not slip down over he hips, i could move the wire at my butt hole to the ide just enough for the needed, but none of all that had keys, expect the flat plate cage connected to that ring. This wasn’t supposed to come off, this was as he said… all the time…
But even more then, while i stil was stunned from the quick ways in which he did all that, he already was down at the front, holding my locked dick and balls firmly, not allowing me to move away, when i tried he squeezed my balls painfully. Holding me there, i saw him insert a drop fluid into that small lock connecting ring and cage, then insert a tiny thin pin completely into that, adding another drop fluid at the end, blowing slighlty over it, then finally letting go of my junk.
He explained then: 'That seals the deal then, Lock is perma glued shut, steel wires are perma closed also. The only way to get any of that off you is to cut everything off. While the steep wires maybe the easier part on that, the chastity device squeezes your skin everywhere so tight, finding a way to cut that will be difficult and most definitely cut you in the process severely also. I take you by your word, at no time ever will you cancel, every other weekend you will be here Friday and i will get you ready and keep you objectified all weekend then. That chastity ensures you never forget.
Now get dressed, you need to get going to get home. See you in two weeks.’
I was still puzzled, still speechless, but i got dressed and was on my way indeed then. All the way i kept thinking about that thing down there, i felt it, every part of tit, that was now … damn…. permanent… fuck… what did i do… fuck….
The two weeks at home were hell, at first thinking back on the weekend made me horny again and again, adding to the fact of not having cum for a long time and being over horny in general already, this fucking device drove me mad, day and night. But i did manage to get through the time. As matter of fact, the longer i suffered, the more i looked forward to that next weekend, suffering still, but with the horny aspects of the sitauation added at least.
All over though, the excitement was always present, time after time, so the frustrations in-between were 'accepted’ by me, each weekend was some other horny way of keeping me helpless objectified completely.
I also had no idea how much his paid video channel actually made, that 10% fee he gave me each of those weekends was every time generous, but i told him to accumulate those, asking to make it a yhear and then see how much i could collect then.
I kept doing it, as promised, no cancelling ever, even if there were weekends in which i would rather not have gone there and had done something else instead. That year then finally passed, 26 of my weekends spent there, every one of them hard but not any less exciting every Friday arriving to get into whatever he chose, and by now actually regretting every Sunday when i have to leave for two weeks again.
At the end of that weekend, still strapped into a contraption as i was all weekend, but everyone else gone, he removed my blindfold, gag and finally hood, then held a check in front of my eyes, when i saw that number i swallowed and my eyes must have doubled in size. He laughed, adding; 'Our deal is beneficial to both of us, your suffering isn’t all for nothing either.’
I could just whisper an astonished 'wow’, he then asked what i was going to do with all that money. I had no idea, did not even think of that anymore, but still feeling all those restraints keeping me stuck as i was all weekend, my dick attempting to get hard yet again without any chance while my butt muscles massaged that by now huge dildo up there even more, my brain flipped, throwing out any form of reason or common sense, and i blurted out:
'I’d love to be able to use it to hire you for a job.’ He looked surprised, but also laughed, he’d unliekly have anything to offer i’d be able to hire him for, but just out of curiosity he wanted to know what i had in mind.
'I’d like to hire you to kidnap a person for real, but once kidnapped, ensure that person can never leave, that person being me. Given the situations you have me in every other weekend, you’d have no real work with it either, as i am helpless every time and cannot prevent a thing. Well, i’d say you could just use my mobile to call me in sick and arrange things from there, use the money then to arrange that disappearance, dissolve my previous existence somehow.’
He looked still surprised, but also clearly thinking. then he asked: 'So you’d hire me to not telling you a thing, but one of the weekends coming just not letting you leave anymore?’
I did not even expect him to think about this stupid horny idea, but hearing that, i just nodded heavily. He issued a sligh 'hmm’ and went behind me, i heard him grab stuff out of drawers. Moments later then he was in front of me and before i even could react, he used two smaller cut offs of tegaderm, i knew that stuff, sticking to the skin extremely well, forced my eyelids closed and stuck one of each over the closed lids, making sure to stick it on to my skull skin well.
Once done with it, that hood i was wearing all weekend went back on, so did the blindfold, even if no longer needed, and the massive gag. My hoode again head was then also fixed immobile as it was earlier. then i heard him again, shouting a little to ensure i understand well:
'I mean, i DO have the pin code of your mobile ever since you gave it to me a few months ago when it kept ringing and you had me check why. So i just thought, why wait for any other future weekend, no time as good as the current time.
Consider yourself kidnaped as of this moment already. I taped ygior eyes shut becauae it is unlikely you will ever see again or have the need for that again, even while swapping hoods, gear of blindfolds, your eyes won’t open anymore.
I had several more extended ideas for a long time, you’ll be perfect to execute some of those on. For one, after a thorough depilation of all your head and facial hair permanently, your head will be permanently sealed up, there will be no longer any contours, a smooth oval-like shaped item sticking up on your neck. To achieve that, permanent tubing of nose holes, leading directly ito the lung, as well and a severe gagged mouth with embedded tube down your stomach, the three required openings well hidden on the backside of the oval shaped plain head. Additionally your ear drums will be replaced with buds, allowing full control on what or if at all anything is heard by you, mostly it will be white noise though.
As a permanent, object you no longer need or have an identity or any facial features allowing recogniztion of an individual.
The plug will be hollow in future, and regularly replaced with bigger ones, until one day permanently fixed in your butt also, while the hollow part of it remains sealed with a rod or dildo mostly, but can be open as needed, your dick is already permanently gone anyway.
This will give me then a blank thing, an item, no face, no identity, and while i have the knowledge on his to keep you healthy for decades to come without issues, you will not longer have anything or anyone, but become a think in my home, placed, dressed, packed or restrained as i choose, or.. well.. as my pay viewers in the cideo channel choose most of the time actually.
And … well.. you asked for it, if you think i cannot do this, i do have the needed ideas and connections to dissolve your previous life, the means to keep you as this object permanently and… just in case, your pretty much begging to hire me to kidnap you is also on record, so… maybe you thought it would happen one of the coming weekends or not, well, it happened right now.
While previously you were objectified for the weekend but i recognised you are equal person the remain time, that’s ended also, as such, you’re an object to be controlled, any verbal communication is to control what you do and when you do it, and as object you obey as told, you did experience some of the tens units i have to ensure compliance just in case, there is obviously soon enough no longer any response possible anyway, so there won’t be any conversations either anymore, an object receives commands and executes then, that’s the sole extent of communication you will have from here on.
And as a final hint maybe, you’ll be stuck in the one or other ways most of your future, i’d say there’s 5% of your future spent moving, the rest you wil lbe stuck, so in order for you to get used to it, i will feed you in an hour, but you remain like this another few days for sure.
And to clarify again: this was the last conversation you ever have. I would say i keep that money from the check then, as i believe i have delivered what you hired me for. Thanks for the order and payment.’
Then it turned silent, i heard him leave, but that was all there was…. he did feed me as promised, no talking though, shoc]king my balls when i attempted to talk during the feeding, since that it has been quiet, nothing, no sounds, no noises, no idea where he was, but not in the room.
I still thought it was not real, he wanted to teach me a lesson, even thought the same when it seemed the next day, but my body aching more and more, nothing at all happening, no response to my grunts, i got doubts… was this real real… did he really… will he really…
Well, he will, he did… preparations took a month, but that steel shell got welded around my head, padded inside, leaving no facial contours to ever be seen, the tubes preventing any form of noise in total, as no more air passed the vocal cords, i haven’t see since that day, not heard since a few days after, lost any and all feeling for time, i not longer know if i am stuck a day or two or more in the same predicament he placed me, i have no clue how i look, what i wear, all i think, not even sure about it either, that i still am in his house.
I have a full body electric pads workout once a day, every muscle in my body worked over by the tens, and not to die of total boredom, he gives me a continued tens treatment, randomly working on me, either stimulation, causing frustration, or shocks, some of those excessive even, keeping my mynd in check, always waiting for the next pain or the next horny stimulation in anticipation.\
How long i am here by now though… i do not know.. maybe one of the readers here knows that house, knows those parties where some object with this steel controuless thing as his head is always present as piece of decoration… maybe knock on that steel head, let me know there is something still out there in the world….
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The sound of pain and excitement always turn me on!! I picture myself inside that rubber cocoon.
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“Sir is in complete control of every part of your world boy!”
Waking up to find myself encased in all that rubber and latex!
No idea how I got there or where I am, poppers being fed into my breathing tube, and I can feel that they have also drugged me with something like MDMA or LSD, maybe even both!
The music brings me up on a high, the poppers keeping me there, then I feel the electricity coursing through my body, pain like I've never felt before, but the drugs and the music almost make me cum from it all.
The from underneath me, I feel something big and slimy slowly but forcibly pushed into my tight arsehole, it makes me moan and grown, and I hear a voice from out of no where telling me to "relax and breath deeply or this will hurt!" As another wave of poppers is forced into me, I have no choice but to do what the voice a said, as I feel my arsehole being quickly filled
When I feel the base of the plug, touch my arse cheeks I hope that's all I have to deal with, but then I feel the intruder getting bigger, and it almost feels like it's actually fucking me as it gets bigger in me.
Then I hear the voice again.
"This is just the beginning of your training you slut! After I'm finished with you, you're going to be the perfect brainwashed rubber encased Fuck toy! All you'll be able to think about is sucking dick and drinking cum, you're going to be addicted to the stuff, you'll never get enough, and once I've got you to my level of cock sucking perfecting you'll be sold off to the highest buffet bidder and be nothing more than a mindless rubber sex slave for the rest of your pathetic existence! See you in a few days you slut!"
Then I hear nothing but the thudding of hard dark techno music, and I voice telling me what my new life will be like as a rubber encased cock sucking, cum addicted fuck toy and slut!
awesome me next please
OMG! Can you imagine this? A dream come true. Encased in rubber and stimulated for a long time. Oh, a wet dream cum true. I would love it.
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Du kniest komplett aufgerödelt im schweren, schwarzen gasdichten Gummianzug vor Deinem Meister. Am frühen Vormittag begann Deine Verwandlung in dieses eigenartige Gummiwesen, das Du jetzt bist. Dein ganzer Körper ist, teilweise sogar mehrfach, in dieses Gummi eingeschlossen. Nur in der Kopfhaube blitzt an wenigen Stellen noch menschliche Haut auf: zwei nicht gerade sehr große Augenlöcher, ein kleines Mundloch und zwei Löcher im Bereich der Nase. Das Atmen durch die Nase fällt schwer, da an den Nasenlöchern keine Schläuche angebracht sind und so atmest Du lieber durch den offenen Mund. Die Zeit während des Aufrödelns ist relativ flott verstrichen und mittlerweile hat sich schon einiges an Schweiß in Deinem Gummianzug gesammelt. Der kräftige Plug in Deinem Arsch beginnt sich nun auch langsam bemerkbar zu machen. Offenbar lässt die Wirkung des Spezialgleitgels nun langsam nach. Dein Meister hatte Dir ja “höllische Qualen” versprochen, als er den Plug in Deinem Arsch versenkte. Diese Vorstellung erregt Dich. Dabei kann Dein eingesperrter Schwanz in seinem engen, kleinen Gefängnis derartige Erregungen so gar nicht gebrauchen. Die deutlichen Schmerzen erinnern Dich gerade daran.
Dein Meister tritt vor Dich. Er ist von oben bis unten in schwarzes Gummi eingepackt. Aus der Öffnung der Kopfhaube sieht Dich das grinsende Gesicht Deines Meisters an. Er sieht so geil, so sexy in diesem enganliegenden Gummi aus. Praktisch jeder einzelne Muskel zeichnet sich durch das faltenfrei anliegende Gummi. Das schwarze Gummiharness und das schwarze Gummikoppel, welches er über dem Gummianzug trägt, modelliert den Gummikörper an den entscheidenden Stellen noch zusätzlich. Die irregeile Beule in seinem Schritt wird von einem Codpiece überdeckt. Aber die Spitze seines steifen, schwarz in gummigehüllten Schwanzes lugt oben hinter der Latexklappe hervor. “Es ist so geil! Allein dieser geile Anblick, den Meister so sehen zu dürfen, ist alle und zwar wirklich alle Qualen wert!”, schießt es Dir bei diesem Bild durch den Kopf.
Dein Meister holt hinter seinem Rücken diese dicke, schwarze Gummimaske hervor. Dein Herz pocht schneller, denn Du weißt, dass Du diese Maske gleich tragen musst. Deine Vorfreude ist der Wahnsinn, Deine Augen glitzern und funkeln vor Vorfreude. Dein Meister grinst immer breiter. Er kann Deine geiles Verlangen nach dieser Maske förmlich fühlen. Jetzt, wo er Dir das geile Innenleben der Maske zeigt, heizt er Deine Geilheit noch weiter an. Die Maske hat kleine Augengläser, Nasenschläuche und einem Mundknebel. Du würdest vor Freude auf und ab wippen, wenn Du Dich bewegen dürftest. So aber bist Du gezwungen still und bewegungslos vor Deinem Meister zu knien. Und als ob er Deine Erregung nicht schon kurz vorm Siedepunkt hätte, setzt er noch einen oben drauf! Er knöpft direkt vor Deinen Augen das Codpies ab. Sein geiler, schwarzer Prügel ergreift sofort die Gelegenheit und schon steht er wie eine Eins. Schwanz und Sack sind zusammen in einem glänzenden Gummi einer Penishülle eingepackt. Durch den Cockring am Gummianzug wird alles an Ort und Stelle gehalten. Der geile Ständer des Meisters wippt vor Vorfreude leicht vor sich hin. Dein Meister greift ihn sich nun und zieht mit einer Handbewegung die Penishülle von seinem Sack und seinem Penis. Da tropft jede Menge Precum. “Ablecken! Die Hände bleiben hinter dem Rücken!”, befiehlt Dein Meister und sofort rutschst Du auf Deinen Knieen und tust was Dir befohlen, natürlich nicht ohne ein sofortiges “Sir, Jawohl, Sir!” von Dir zu geben. Nachdem der Meisterprügel vom Precum gesäubert, verweist Dich Dein Meister wieder auf Deinen Platz. Du bist nun zum Zusehen verdammt, wie sich Dein Meister seinen geilen Schwanz massiert. Und nach schon wenigen Sekunden landet das weiße Gold Deines Meisters in der Innenseite der Gummimaske. Deine Geilheit steigert sich erneut. Denn Du erwartest, dass diese Maske mit dem geilen, warmen Sperma Deines Meisters über Dein Gesicht gezogen wird. Diese Vorstellung geilt Dich sehr schmerzvoll auf. Dein Meister ist sehr gründlich. Kein Tropfen des wertvollen Saftes lässt er in seinem Schwanz zurück, alles tropft in die schwarze Gummimaske. Dann tritt er zu Dir. Du kannst in die Maske sehen. Es ist ein so erregendes Bild: die Augengläser, die Nasenschläuche und der Knebel alles versinkt in einem Meer aus Sperma. Langsam führt er Dir die Nasenschläuche ein. Er achtet sehr genau darauf, nix aus der Maske zu verschütten. Du öffnest Deinen Mund um gleich den in Sperma ertränkten Knebel aufzunehmen. Und in einem Rutsch hast Du diese geile Gummimaske auf Deinem Kopf sitzen. Du spürst, wie Dein Meister den Reißverschluss schließt und die Maske sich dadurch immer fester auf Dein Gesicht andrückt. Die Geilheit dieses Augenblicks ist so irre! Dein Mund ist mit diesem riesigen Knebel ausgefüllt und noch dazu mit dem geilen Sperma Deines Meisters. In Deine Nasenlöcher ist das Sperma durch die getränkten Nasenschläuche gekommen, so dass Du nun die edlen Tropfen Deines Meisters “hochziehen” musst um besser Luft zu bekommen. Und in den getönten Augengläsern tropft ebenfalls der edle Saft Deines Meister. So geil hattest Du Dir diesen Tag heute nicht vorgestellt! Dein Meister steht wieder vor Dir und betrachtet sein Kunstwerk mit einem leichten Lächeln. “Du solltest mit diesem Vorrat in der Maske haushalten! Denn mehr wirst Du bis Morgen nicht bekommen!”, sagt er mit einem Lächeln in die Augengläser der Maske. “Ja, Sir! Danke, Sir!”, versuchst Du zu sagen. Aber außerhalb der Maske mit ihrem Mundknebel ist nur “Mhja, Ir! Mphf, Ir!” zu verstehen.
“Gut, das waren nun alles Deine Freuden. Und nun kommen wir zu meinen Freuden!”, grinst Dein Meister und legt Dir ein dickes Lederhalsband eng um Deinen Hals. “Wir hatten ja ausgemacht, jeder in den kommenden 24 Stunden auf seine Kosten kommen sollte. Richtig?!”, fragt Dein Meister sicher nur rhetorisch, aber Du antwortest sicherheitshalber mit: “Mphr, Ir, Mphf, Ir!”. Dabei befürchtest Du bereits eine Wendung an diesem Tag. Du weißt nicht, in welche Richtung sich das Spiel gerade dreht. “Alles bisher geschehene war ja praktisch nur für Dein Vergnügen gedacht. Alles was jetzt kommt geschieht nun zu meinem Vergnügen.”, fährt Dein Meister fort und setzt noch nach: “Daher beginnen meine 24 Stunden dann ja erst jetzt! Zu dumm, dass Du schon seit über sechs Stunden im Gummi steckst. Tja, Dein Pech!”. Du siehst wie Dein Meister ein Zeitschloss präpariert. Im Display stehen 24 Stunden. In Panik versuchst zu aufzustehen und zu flüchten. Doch Dein Meister hält dich an einem der D-Ringe des Lederhalsbandes zurück. “Mphf, Mphf…!”, schimpfst Du kopfschüttelnd in Deinen Knebel. Während dessen fädelt Dein Meister das Zeitschloss im Koppelschloss des Halsbandes ein und aktiviert den Schließmechanismus. Du hörst die lauten Piep-Geräusche des Schlosses. Immer energischer und wilder schimpfst Du Deinen Widerwillen in den Maskenknebel. Nach dem Fünften Pieps hörst Du, wie der Mechanismus das Schloss verriegelt. Du bist in diesem Anzug unter einigen Lagen Gummi und dieser Spermagetränkten Maske für einen ganzen Tag eingeschlossen. Diese Vorstellung gewinnt in Deinen Gedanken langsam wieder die Oberhand und Deine geile Erregung von vorhin kehrt langsam zurück. “Ir, Mphf, Ir!”, antwortest Du Deinem Meister. “Das ist es, was ich von meinem kleinen, geilen Gummisklaven hören wollte!”, bricht es laut vor Freude aus Deinem Meister heraus. “Komm mit!”, befiehlt er und zieht Dich am Halsband in ein anderes Zimmer. Als im Zimmer das Licht angeht, weißt Du nicht ob Du in Panik oder vor geiler Begeisterung auf die Knie gehen sollst! Der Raum ist voll von Sachen, die einem kleinem, geilen Gummisklaven, wie Du einer bist, die Augen über gehen lassen: Da hängen unzählige Gummianzüge, in den wildesten Ausführungen und Farben, auch schwere Taucher- und Neoprenanzüge sind dabei. Schutzanzüge, Gas- und Tauchermasken und -helme sind dabei. Und haufenweise Klamotten und Ausrüstungsteile verschiedenster Armeen der Welt. Was für ein Paradies für einen kleinen Gummisklaven! Mal abgesehen von Deiner derzeitigen Lage, hier würdest Du doch nie wirklich wieder raus wollen?! Während Du noch im Siebten Gummihimmel schwelgst, holt Dich der laute Knall der Meisterhand auf die lederbezogene Pritsche in der Raummitte wieder ins Jetzt.
“Das hier dient meiner Belustigung!”, sagt Dein Meister und befiehlt mit einer Handbewegung auf die Pritsche: “Setzten!”. Er kramt in einer Kiste und stellt Dir dann ein Paar schwarze BW-Kampfstiefel auf die Pritsche. Dazu gibt er Dir noch ein Paar olivgrüne BW-Strümpfe und befiehlt: “Anziehen!”. Während Du diesen Befehl ausführst, baut Dein Meister im Raum die Spielfläche um die Pritsche um. Im Kreis um die Pritsche stehen nun mehrere ein Meterhohe Kleiderspiegel. Egal wo Du hinschaust, Du siehst Dein eigenes geiles Spiegelbild. “Auf den Rücken legen! Kopf da hin!”, befiehlt Dein Meister und Du befolgst den Befehl sofort. Dein Meister beginnt, Dich an diese Liege zu fesseln. Den Kopf kannst Du zwar noch bewegen aber ab dem Hals ist Dein kompletter Oberkörper, einschließlich der Hände, der Arme und Oberarme an diese Liege gefesselt. Der Bauchgurt sitzt besonders stramm, so dass er beim Atmen immer spürbar ist. Überraschender Weise sind die Beine und die Füße überhaupt nicht gefesselt. Bis jetzt, denn mit etwas Panzertape um die Kampfstiefel sind die Füße schon gefesselt. “Nun, Du fragst Dich sicher, für was diese Fesselung gut sein soll!”, beginnt Dein Meister und erklärt weiter: “Deine Beine werden von nun an für Deine Scherzen zu ständig sein! Im Normalzustand hängen Deine Füße in diesen Ketten hier oben.” Er zeigt auf eine, aus dem schwarzen Nichts von der Decke hängenden Kette und befestigt die gefesselten Füße daran und lässt sie dann auf die Liege fallen. Sofort beginnt sich eine rote Polizeilichtlampe zu drehen, die unter der der Liege steht. “Das muss Dich jetzt noch nicht beunruhigen! Später vielleicht dazu mehr!”, murmelt Dein Ausbilder, während er die Kabelstränge am Rücken Deines Gummianzuges mit denen an der Liege verbindet. “Mphf, Ir?!”, fragst Du in Deinen Knebel. Dein Meister blickt Dich grinsend an. “Dies ist die letzte Maske die Du heute aufsetzten musst!”, sagt er und zeigt Dir eine graue Gasmaske russischer Bauart mit kleinen Augengläsern und Sprechmembran. Trotz Deines wilden Kopfschüttelns hat Dir Dein Meister die Gasmaske in Nullkommanix über den Kopfgezogen. Wenn Du den Kopf hebst, siehst Du Dich mit der Gasmaske in den vielen Spiegelbildern praktisch von allen Seiten. Sie sitzt straff und faltenfrei. “Natürlich muss eine Gasmaske auch mit dem nötigen Atemschlauch verbunden werden. Und weil ich sehr großzügig zum meinem Gummisklaven bin, bekommst Du gleich zwei Atemschläuche!”, grinst Dein Meister und wird dann laut: “Was höre ich?!”. “Ir, Mphf, Ir!”, grunzt Du in Deinen Knebel. “Na also!”, antwortet Dein Meister besänftigt und fügt hinzu: “Aber in Zukunft können Dir solche Verfehlungen schmerzhafte Qualen einbringen. Ich wäre da ab jetzt vorsichtiger!”. “Ir, Mphf, Ir!”, antwortest Du worauf Dein Meister zufrieden nickt. Dein Meister hat ein T-Stück in der Hand an dessen Querseiten links und rechts die Atemschläuche abgeben. Dieses T-Stück schraubt er nun langsam an Deiner Gasmaske fest. Dabei merkst Du, dass Du immer weniger Luft bekommst, bis Du dann gar keine Luft mehr bekommst. Panik! “Ir, Mphf, Ir mphf, mphfffff!”, versuchst Du mit letzter Luft in den Knebel zu brüllen. “Ach, ja! Das ist es, was ich Dir vorhin noch sagen wollte! Wenn Deine Beine auf der Pritsche liegen, bekommst Du keine Luft mehr!”, erklärt Dein Meister. Sofort hebst Du die Beine hoch, doch keine Luft kommt in die Maske. “Ja, so wäre das ja auch zu einfach!”, lacht Dein Meister und zeigt auf Deine angewinkelten Knie: “Die müssen natürlich durchgedrückt sein, damit es richtig weh tut!”. Du korrigierst Deine Beinhaltung und schon kannst Du wieder frei atmen. Aber nun spürst Du leichte Spannung an Deinem geilen Schwanz und in Deinem Arsch. Und auch Deine Brustwarzen spüren die Stromimpulse. Du grunzt in Deine Maske. Das ist irgendwie geil.
“Ja, Du sollst ja von dem Spiel auch etwas haben.”, lacht Dein Meister und erklärt Dir nun die Gemeinheit der Anlage im Ganzen: “Wenn Du Deine Beine korrekt oben hältst, bekommst Du ordentlich Luft zum Atmen. Wobei ein Schlauch reine, gefilterte Atemluft führt und im Anderen. Tja, da kann meine Pisse, Deine Socken, mein Unterhemd oder sowas dabei sein. Kann, muss aber nicht! Während nun die Beine oben hältst und genügend Luft hast, wird Dein Arsch, Dein Schwanz und Deine Nippel durch elektrischen Strom sanft stimuliert. Jedenfalls die erste Zeit lang. Denn im Laufe des Spiels wird es intensiver und durchaus schmerzvoller. Je öfter Du Deine Beine absenkst oder gar ablegst, desto qualvoller wird der Strom. Aber je länger Du Die Beine wieder korrekt oben hältst, umso weiter kannst Du die Stromintensität wieder zurückdrehen. Es liegt also nur an Dir!”. Bei diesen Worten überfallen Dich Panik und Geilheit zu gleich! Wie sollst Du das nur so lange aushalten?! Noch knapp 23 ½ Stunden komplett im Gummi gefangen, gefesselt und gequält - das ist doch genau das, was Du immer wolltest!! “Iiiiiiiir, Mphf, Iiiiiiii!”, brüllst Du in den Knebel Deiner Maske. “Ich werte das mal als Begeisterung!”, antwortet Dein Meister trocken. Dann beugt er sich direkt über Deinen mehrfach gummierten Kopf und sagt grinsend: “Nach Deinen ersten 50 Luftsperren setzt sich das System auf Start zurück und beginnt dann wieder von vorn. Du brauchst keine Angst haben, dass Du den Neustart nicht bemerkst. Er wird Dir vorher klar deutlich gemacht, durch 30 Sekunden Poppers in Deiner Atemluft. Du wirst den Neustart also schon spüren! Ach ja, nach dem Neustart zählt das System dann nur bis 49 und startet neu und danach bis 48 usw. Ich denke, Du bis ein schlauer Gummisklave, Du hast das System sicher kapiert?!”. “Ir, Mphf, Ir!”, grunzt Du desillusioniert in Deine Maske. Dein Meister klopft Dir auf Deine Schulter und sagt:“ Und an Deiner Stelle würde ich den Counter nicht bis unter Null fallen lassen! Da gibt es einen kleinen Programmierfehler: in dem Falle bleibt das System einfach stehen. Du bekommst nur noch Poppersluft in die Maske und Dein Schritt und Deine Nippel rösten bei der Höchsten Stromstufe. Und zwar so lange, bis ich hier her komme und diesen Buzzer für Not-Aus schlage. Du solltest in dem Falle dann also sehr, sehr laut in Deine Masken brüllen!”. Lachend schiebt er den Not-Aus-Buzzer weiter zu Dir in Richtung Ellenbogen und sagt dazu: “Für den Fall, dass Du einen Notfall hast!”. Laut lachend verschwindet Dein Meister im dunkeln Nichts hinter dem Kreis aus Kleiderspiegeln. Deine schweren Beine fallen auf die Pritsche. Du versuchst Dich aufs Ausatmen zu konzentrieren um den Beinen eine lange Pause zu gönnen. Auch über Dir hängt ein großer Spiegel. Du spürst, wie die Erregung und die Geilheit Dich wieder erfasst. Dein Spiegelbild ist ja auch erregend geil - egal welches!
Dein Meister lässt sich in seinem Wohnzimmer in die tiefe Ledercouch fallen und schaltet den Fernseher ein. Nach einer Weile bei den Nachrichten wechselt er das Programm. Da bist Du! Ein schwarzer Gummisklave in mehren Lagen Gummi auf dieser Pritsche gefesselt und an dieser fiesen Maschine angeschlossen. Auf dem Bildschirm bist Du in ganz Groß der Blick voll auf die Gasmaske und die dunkeln Augengläser. Daneben gibt es Dich aus unzähligen Blickwinkeln. Jede Bewegung und jeder Laut von Dir wird aufgezeichnet, die ganze Nacht und den Tag …
Ist das eine geile Vorstellung, mein Gummisklave liegt da gefesselt und permanent gequält von dieser Maschine. Ich wäre sein fieser Meister, der ihn dort angeschlossen hat. Im nun dabei zu zu sehen, wie er sich quält und windet. Eine erregend geile Vorstellung. Aber auch die Vorstellung, dort auf der Pritsche gefesselt zu liegen und Qualen durch diese Maschine erdulden zu müssen, ist erregend und geil. Wie immer kann ich mich mal wieder nicht entscheiden.
WOW - Was war das für ein Kopfkino!!! Nur dieses eine Bild von der Gummimaske! In knapp 3 Stunden am Stück in den Laptop getippt - wenn’s nun mal flutscht! Ich lese gerne Eure Kommentare und Reblogs. PS.: ich habe keine Korrektur gelesen - wenn also Tippfehler drin sind, dann sorry!
Da lese selbst ich gerne.😍🤤
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