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With my new german army stretcher I got the associated wooden storage box. The box seems to be big enough (has to be tested soon!) to put not only the stretcher itself into but also a gimp fixated to it. Beside some necessary enhancements, that have to be installed in the next time, here are some pictures from the inital / original version used by the german army.

The box can be opened at the side to push the stretcher inside rolling on its wheels.

When inside, a wooden “blocker” ensures that it stay in place.

The openings can be secured with padlocks if necessary.

And the box can be opened at the top to give full access :-)

For the Human Alpha, once He locked it away He no longer thinks about it. To Him, it’s just like putting away the vacuum cleaner after a use. He goes on about life while the gimp has nothing to do but think about the only thoughts he’s ever given now.. the hard core use and abuse by its Owner and how its Owner fucks its ass and throat, dumps His loads in it, whips beats and stomps it, tortures it, and just puts it away and goes to bed.

Every weekend I would visit master in his secluded werehouse. Tied up and fucked by master relentlessly and then left in bondage for the rest of the weekend. It was bliss. The winter holidays were around the corner and master had a new plan. A whole week of perverted bondage fun in the werehouse just master and slave. It was going to be brilliant.

I met up with master and was shown my new outfit. First on was the inflatable butt plug inflated to max capacity causing me to moan in pleasure and howl in pain as mt ass was ripped apart . Then a full sized chastity belt. This locked the buttplug in and locked my cock in a perfect mold preventing any stimulation. Next I climbed into a catsuit with attached hood gloves, feet and cock sheath. Another one of these catsuits followed to minimise risk of escape. Then the tight fitting leather hood with tubes that went down his nose and sealed his mouth with a huge inflatable gag allowing air in through the nose holes only. Ear plugs were fitted under so that master could talk to his slave. I was then put in a latex sleep sack which was sinched closed tightly with leather belts. I was then put in the vacuum bed. My nose tubes the only exposed part of me. The vac bed was sealed and the vacuum initiated. The vac bed was special since it could hold the vacuum effect indefinitely due to extremely tight seals without the need for the vacuum.

“You’re all mine now” master grinned as he admired his creation. “I assure you told no one you were coming here”

I loudly grunted to signal I hadn’t. “I can’t quite here you” master called “you’ll have to speak louder” He then turned on the electro in the buttplug in and I screamed wildly through the layers of bondage as it sent earth shattering shocks up my ass.

“That’s better. Now since I went through all this trouble to give you such a nice time I though why not make it worth the while?”

This was begging to feel bad. We hadn’t discussed this beforehand and I couldn’t communicate anything except howls and grunts.

“Since you seem to be enjoying yourself so much I’ve decided to make this arrangement indefinite”

My heart stopped. I didn’t agree to this. I struggled wildly against my bonds to escape but to no avail.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this” taunted master “you’re my latex slave. Every week for the past year has been preparing you for your eventual ownership. You practically signed a contract by turning up every week so willingly”

‘No. No. No. I want my normal life’ I told myself yet my cock was rock hard and my loins ached for more bondage. More severe. No escape.

“The longer you protest the worse this will be for you” master said. “I will transfer you from this werehouse to my state of the art bondage dungeon in the mountains. No one will know you are there and no one will find you. I have made the necessary arrangements to cancel your job and cut off any remaining family or friends. You are mine.”

After all of the searching for a normal master the one I had found was the most twisted. I was beginning to think I liked it.

Master stopped broadcasting his voice into my ears and a track came in instead. “SERVE, OBEY, RUBBER, BOUND” played on repeat and the words invaded my mind. Fed the words relentlessly during my journey my mind started to melt and my world became rubber and bondage.

The degradation of being relegated to continually recycle its own piss is another benefit as it reinforces the pig’s status as nothing but an object. pig truly holds the belief that training never stops, everything reinforces the pig’s existence as an object, a thing with no identity nor status.