Latex Bondage Gimp

The brought out a lot of great stuff, did not have to persuade me much to try on everything they brought along. Standing there then staring into the long mirror through those large gasmask glass eye openings, that head to toe black shiny rubber, the harness, the restrains, the anonymity that gasmask delivered, my dick strained under that code piece down there.

But the owner of that shop, watching it all with a smile on his face, seeing a 'newbie' getting dragged into the world of rubber, called one of his clerks over and talked with him, that clerk then coming back and asking me:

'The boss had a great idea, you're looking (pointing at the mirror) at the rubber toy you wanted to be, but would you also like to get a look on a potential rubber slave you also want to become some day, mind you, it comes with restraints and some discomfort, but we believe you will love the looks of the result.'

I was looking at my rubber self, stroking with my rubbered hand over that bulge down there and was too horny to think straight, i just blurted out: 'Oh yes, please, i'd love to see that, and please, do it as proper as you think, i'll be gladly able to deal with the temporary discomfort to get that view also.'

he explained then: 'As rubber toy, you are ready to be used in whatever ways wanted, as rubber slave however, every part of you must be fully controlled. SSo we will; provide that experience in all ways needed, as you agreed to have that done just now.'

He talked to the other two learks that assisted, not that i understood a word of their language, they ran off and returned with a nunch of items shortly after.

He kept telling me what to do, the two others performed the needed. I was to bend forward, got my zipper on the butt opened and felt it immediately, the cold of the lube, the tip of that plug... It took quite a while, a lot moaning and hissing on my end, it was 'just' at the border of what i was able to get passing the muscles, but finally with a loud yelp it slipped into place, it's base still considerably wide though, not letting me forget what's up there for sure. The zipper was closed again and i heard the snap of the small padlock ecuring that zip.

They had to attend the front then, that turned out to me a little issue, een if the pain from the plug insertion made me less hard for the moment, i still was semi. But he figured that little pain in the back was having its effect on the dick, so a few sudden surprising quite harsh slaps on my balls made me yelp out loudly, but did the trick, i lost my hardon completely in seconds, i hated pain that much. But the clerks were expecting that and acted immediately.

A base ring was quickly mounted around my genitals, before i could even react, still panting from the slaps on my balls, the stinging of the insertion of the 1,5 inch long steel extension inside the bub sized chastity tube was just one more thing to hiss about. that rod disappeared inside my dick and that bun cage was mounted on to the base ring. But another steel attachment followed, a ball sack shaped, yet small enough, half of a steel compartment was snapped on to the bottom of the base ring, my balls were placed inside that half, then the other half was placed on top of that, ensuing balls and sack disappeared and were tightly held inside then, the snap sound I heard at the end was the two halves locking together and with it locking the compartment on to the base ring also, there would not be any pulling this away from the skin without serious pain in the balls.

The rubber code piece was snapped on again and was hiding that construction well then. He had the guys then remove the gasmask hood, revealing the open eye and mouth attached mask of the rubber suit. One of those silicone gags, the largest size, with the ball in front and the strap to secure it, was then carefully but forcefully inserted into my mouth, i also noticed a small hollow going through that ball, but with it in place, my speech was definitely gone. That hollow in the gag though was then carefully connected to thje embedded drinking straw inside that gasmask, only then that gasmsaskhood was fully placed over my rubbered head again.

Then they produced that trolley on wheels, a vertical steel bar on both sides raising up and on top then connecting to a horizontal bar standing a few inches out then on either side, , heavy padding on its floor, a number of rings and hooks in the right places, i was clear about what that would be used for.

I was indeed then helped to kneel on that padded floor, places so that my thighs were touching the vertical bars and my back, just below shoulders was touching the horizontal bar on top. One of them led my two arms behind that horizontal bar and quickly then used snap hooks on the wrist restraints i wore to attach each of them to a ring in the middle of those vertical bars.

The other at the same time used two very wide thigh restrains, looped those around each thigh but ensured to include the vertical bar into that before buckling thode shut tightly, adding a small padlock to each of the double straps on those restraints and connecting the two tight restraints between my legs, putting aporper tension on that connection also toimmobilize those legs in place.

During that, the first one attended my ankle restraints, locking those to the corner rings on the back of that little padded platform i knelt on.

The main clerk then asked me to give it a nice try, which i did. the way my arms were kept over that bar, my torso was forced up and leaning against that bar, that bar basically being right under my arm pits, the thighs were immobilized, ankles locked in place, as much as i struggled, tried, as much movement i still had in parts of my body, as hopeless and useless it turned out to be, i was definitely stuck in that position, like it or not. So on his questions i responded accordingly, whether i could get out, shaking head, whether i was able to 'cope' with the discomfort, i nodded.

I was then rolled, feeling really awkward to be 'handled like an item' without any option to influence or interfere, or even steer vocally, in front of that mirror again. I saw what he explained then to be the rubber slave i ahd become.

I stared at it and started slightly moaning, it was f*cking horny looing and i barely believed this was me there, just some black shiny anonymous rubber slave staring at me from that mirror, but it truly was me, i felt every part of it on and in me. But of course, that reaction turned into discomfort quickly, eveninto pain then quickly too, my dick trying to get hard, no room for that, pushing that whole chastity device away from the body while trying to grow then caused the balls to be squeezed painfully in their small compartment, and pain... well, my dick went down quickly, luckily... just to start it again from still staring at my rubber slave self in that mirror. a series of almost silent moans, attempted almost silent grunts, panting through my nose holes, that was all there was while trying to struggle, get my hands to 'protect' my dick and balls, futile tries of course, making my total helplessness even more realized, which then again added to the horny feeling, which... well.. a devil's circle of pain and horny pleasure cancelling each other out yet returning ]constantly as well.

That clerk stood there with a big grin, watching that circle for a moment, then asking me if i needed to get out of it right away as it seemed to cause me troubles. In a reflex i tried telling him 'fuck no, this is so damn horny, don't get me out so quickly', but that was just a few grunts and hmms in that gag, so I shook my head severely, He understood, with a big grin he confirmed: 'Glad you enjoy it and want to stay in that.'

I then heard his boss from the far counter shout something at him, the clerk then continued: 'By boss just reminded me, that we're not complete yet, but having you see it was essential to the experience of course, but a rubber slave is controlled, your movement is restricted, your looks is hidden, your voice is suppressed, your breathing restricted to nose only and air intake only via the restricting fitrs of the gasmask, your butt is locked, your dick is locked, your erections are suppressed by painful punishment on getting hard, but the final items are missing, you still see and hear. I will add the blackout lense covers over the gasmask now and then also add headphoes playing white nosie, so vision and hearing will also not longer be under our control.

After that, deprived of all senses, deprived of freedom, i total helplessness deprived from any option to change the situation, yo are truly converted into a rubber slave then and my boss will hopefully find satisfaction in me having delivered the rubber store slave he asked for earlier.'

I was not sure what this meant, but ni those moments the others added those lense covers taking me into total darkness and seconds later i felt those headphones, immediately realzigin tht this whitenoise no longer allowed to hear anything else going on around me.

But the fact of having all sensed removed did not lower, but even raise that horniness keeping me in this devil circle of pain and pleasure, so i did not 'analyze' his words much at the time. I did feel however how that trolley seemed to be rolled away, obviously blind as i was, there was no need to 'give me' that lok into a mirror.

I did not know where i ended up when the movement stopped and i was pretty much left to my own for who knows how many hours of struggling mentally and physically.

But that is actually it... since that moment when those lenses were covered and i was no longer aware of any location or surroundings, at all, ever...

I feel my stomach fill, irregular, but it seemed sufficient as i did not starve or dehydrate. i felt regular being 'placed' in different spots and i had to - what i assumed to be - maintenance slots.

Those were when i got unlocked from the trolley, but when the lenses came off, i found myself in a windowless dark room, a minimalistic bulb providing just barely enough light to see. With me in that room are two of the clerks, both holding a strong cattle prod, which in the beginning they did use a few times when i still believed i had a way out of this or could argue or even disobey to do as they told me. By now i have given up resistance, there was no chance of getting out of this for me. In the room's corner was one shower head above, an anal shower in the ground, in the floor underneath a large sewer hole that would flush it all down.

From what i gathered over time, every second day is when i am in there with them. I get to get naked, except chastity of course, get to remove the plug. I get actual real food then, get some other fluids that taste awful to drink, get to cover myself in depilation cream head to toe and then finally get a shower to clean myself, get some special lube cream all over my skin everywhere and then get back into the full outfit, jsut to be strapped into that tolley again, after which i again have no control or idea where i am at any time of day or night until the next maintenance is due.

After the initial first few hours, when the horniness faded to some extent and i got clearer as i did not have to fight the pain continuously either, i tried thinking, what did he say, what did he mean, bt it did not make much sense, however i also tried making myself known, i was pretty much done and wanted out, but no matter how much i struggled or grunted or moaned, nobody responded to any of it.

With hours passing and passing, i got worries more and more, when ievendozed away and lost sense of time completely, i was certain that i was kept overnight like this, still asking a 'what the f*ck' and not realising the extent of what happened.

By the time the first maintenance happened, i was angry, pain in many places, still in disbelief that they would do something like that to a customer, yet strange enough, still had plenty ties day and night where i circled around in that delvis torment between the pain and pleasures.

But being free finally in that room, i not just swore and shouted at them, i was about to jump them, when those cattle prods were used the first time, and that first time was the harshest possible, i fainted a few times even, followed by the clear instructions: do as told or get to feel those again, and again, and again, until you do as told flawlessly.

Well, i did not accept to 'listen' and tried a few more times, once more during that first, and a few more during the following maintenance slots, but i did learn at the end...

With all senses removed, sense of time no longer existing, not being certain about the interval between maintenances, but also uncontrolled dozing away for unknown amounts of time since i managed to get myself phase out into some nirvana, as nothing at all is ever happening anymore, i could tell you how long i was here already, must be years, definitely feels like it, but how could i tell... i have nothing to go by, that maintenance room has no clues of anythig and outside of that room i neither see nor hear anything ever, so the shopmay have changed, the clerks, the owners, the world itself may have changed, i'd never know.

I was horny and dabbled with the 'idea' of becoming a rubber slave, however, that day, the first time i had the courage (because i was in a far away foreign country where nobody knew me) to talk about it and look into potential gear to accommodate it, well, that was the day when i actually was forced into being just that rubber slave i fantasized about, well.. can you really say 'forced'... guess it was my own doing, not just the acceptance of everything done to me but even then asking not to be let out.... which is what then was 'provided' ... so yes, i convinced myself over the extended times i am here already that it was my own doing, my own fault, my wn horny gred that caused this and that i deserved this punishment life because of that.

Get dronified, nerd ♥

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