Unbetitelt

I was too busy focusing on the newly felt restricted breathing, one nose tube did not leave a huge airflow, it was something i needed to control for sure, so i did not wonder what took him so long on the back zipper of the hood, i wasn’t smelling anything anymore with those tubes in my nose, else i might have realized, he used heated rubber on the zipper, sealing the extra rubber cover sheet on top of it, hiding that zipper completely, looking as if there was none in the first place.

I did feel that massive posture like collar being added, restricting the movement of my head severely, not totally immobilizing it, but requiring force to move it and basically snapping back into the previous stiff position again when relaxing. But again, still way too busy getting a grip on the breathing and total isolation, i did not worry again why it tool so long back there at the buckles. He used heated rubber to seal everything together, the inside of the rubber posture collar was lined with it but also the inside of the buckle strap was lined with it, once everything was tightened and buckled shut, it all became one rubber item to not be separated or opened anymore.

I could not longer see, could no longer speak, the minimal noises i was able to make were pretty much dampened completely by the thick rubber on my head, i could no longer hear much, it would take him to shout pretty loud and be close to where my ears should be to barely hear his words, i could only breathe through one small nose tube, but felt both tubes in my throat, aware of what the other will provide, that feeding tube was a certain indictor that he didn’t plan getting this hood off after a short time of fun play, but how long would it be… fully unaware of the completed sealing of the hood and collar…

I was then even more interesting to just ‘feel’ without knowing anything. I felt him guide me, sit, lead my feet and legs, later arms into the sleeves of what felt like a rubber suit, feeling those massive heavy rubber boots attached to the legs and feeling the big effort needed to get my hands into the attached thick rubber mittens, once feeling the tight grip of the rubber around my wrists, giving it a try and barely being able to move the fingers inside those mittens, but also no longer feeling much of the touch when i tried touching my thigh.

Feeling him strap those wrist restraints on and those massive over-boot restraints, feeling him lead my legs and arms into position, finding myself stad spreadeagled then, barely able to move, feeling that zipper from above crotch to above butt being fully opened, feeling that intruder on my back, the cold lube used, feeling him try to push it inside slowly, but keeping to push and pull without forcing it beyond muscles just yet, but also feeling that it is beyond what i would be able to get up there anyway, but also feeling how i slowly lost any feeling back there, he used numbing cream as lube, was playing around until he knew i would not feel it anymore, only then he squeezed that massive hollow pule to the max and pushed it with a lot of effort past those muscles, where it then expanded to it’s natural size, knowing that within the hour I’d feel it’s full extent, spreading my hole to the very max it can open (and the pain coming with it), but also not really letting me feel how he inserted another dildo into the hollow of that plug, sealing it fully by that.

I did feel again when he started working on my front, feel that cold of that thick dick and ball sheet he pulled over mine, fell that embedded long catheter inside that sheet being forced down my dick until it hit the bladder, then feel how he closed that zipper, realizing it was a three way, two meeting the lower part of my junk, one hitting the top part, feeling him work on something yet unaware what it may be, needing time to not realize how he laced a base ring around the rubbery junk and ensured to lock those zippers to it, hen feeling that small tip of the chastity cage, how he inserted the embedded short hollow rod into the catheter opening before pushing it all down, letting me feel how that dick i used to enjoy playing with seemed to disappear pushed back into my body until the tiniest of care tips touched that base ring and was locked on to it.

But he wasn’t done, i then feel how that wide and thick corset is placed around my waste, tightened to the max, making my breathing even harder and stiffening my upper body for sure, as it reached from just above my locked up junk to just below the arm pits, creating a much narrower waste line at the end also, feeling him then unlocking one wrist after the other and locking each to some short linked chain on either side of that corset. Lastly hen feeling those ankles being untied and allowing me to stand with legs just about one foot apart, just to feel the chain link between them, just that one foot long, being locked in place also.

I feel, all those extra restrictions placed on to me, i no longer have usable hands or hands that would feel much at all, my upper body is kept stiff and enforces even more controlled breathing, my arms have to remain pinned to my sides and i have maybe 2 or 3 inches movability on each wrist, i can still walk, but only small steps, then again, blind as i was, i would require him to guide me on any moving around anyway.

And then i feel im guide me… i almost stumble on the first few steps before getting used to the small short steps i have to make, i try to remember the path, we were in his basement play space to get me kitted up like this, but we seem to leave that, walk straight.. so along the hall down there where i had seen a few other doors.

It seems longer or further, but that is just the smallness of my steps, but he turns me then and guides me slowly further, then guides me to sit and even lay down on something hard, i would one day maybe realize, a metal small bed bench mounted to the wall of what was a small cell. I feel that end of a chain being padlocked on to the ring on the front of that collar and while still trying to get a grip on everything i felt and feel, i seem to hear something… far away.. i have to focus really hard to understand…

‘About half an hour from now you will start feeling the pain in your butt, but don’t worry, no screams will be heard, you just have to get used to it, it’s not something that will be removed. You should just relax as much as you can until that feel gets slowly better, but no worries again, in a few weeks you will be just fine back there.

You do not know yet, but neither the hood nor the collar can be removed without destroying them completely, which i do not have any intention of doing at any time ever, so your limited air intake is permanent, just as your limited special diet food intake through he tube will be permanent.

Everything else is removable as needed, for cleaning purposes, health inspection of your body, any other outfit or restraints i want to lock you into, any use of your body i want, you will find out feeling it in time whenever it happens, since obviously you won’t ever see it.

For now though, this is your prime looks, a faceless, identity-less rubber item. I let you get a grip on the futility of your situation for the coming week or two, then i will start using you as decoration in the house, as accessory when i attend events, or as a utensil for any form of pleasures i want to gain from using you.

This here is your room, a tiny cell, you will never see it obviously, but whenever you aren’t needed or wanted around, it ’s where you are stored, with you being permanently blind, mute, deaf and literally depending with your life on me, there is nothing you can do, though i do expect some resistance in the beginning, not that it will be anything but futile. Neither is any potential attempt to make noise heard by anyone, nor will you hear much either anymore, let alone ever see again, so it is jsut a matter of time before you resign into your new function in life.

You may have thought you come here for some horny weekend play, well i had planned this out long enough, you ending up like this was the only purpose of inviting you here and while i am letting you stir down here and get a grip on everything, I’ll be at your place removing any connection between you and me, packing a backpack with some essentials and dumping it together with your mobile on to a truck to get 'lost’ hundreds miles from here. You may not like it, but that’s irrelevant, but i advise you to accept it, it’ll make your new life easier to adjust to, you won’t have any other options.

Now relax, I’ll be back when the first feeding is due.’

And then it turned all silent again… what the… he must be joking…. he IS joking.. he is playing a prank on me, scaring me for fun… yeah, that is it…

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