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look at him, the tied worm…

When i found this suit in the store during my abroad holiday, i practically begged the store owner to let me try it and accepted the matching dog face hood with it as condition, even if that hood with it's severely darkened lenses left me with very blurry black and white sicht only and the also embedded a massive gag that no longer allowed anything but gruffs and grunts,.

As horny as it was at first when he then added a collar and chained me to the corner of the store into a doggy bed, i had enough after a few hours, but he kept ignoring me, laughing, together with possibly present customers, about my futile attempts to let him know, sounding like nothing but dog gruffs and grunts.

When he finally closed the store, i expected to finally get out, as horny as the suit was, it was exhausting and not really comfortable after that long time.

Instead he unhooked the chain from the corner and forced me to wal on my fours down into the basement of the store, where he hooked that chain onto a frame again.

He placed a dog bowl with water near enough, then finally:

'Before i take off that hood and with it the gag, today you get some water, and if you behave tomorrow morning when i hood you again and place you back in the store, you might tomorrow evening get some food as well.

You kow locked into that suit you are in no position to refuse anyway, i have no problem to force that hood on you again, but i expect obedience, nothing else, in exchange you get food. So until you are obedient, you will starve, so it is just a matter of time, no matter if you want it or not.

Also you can scream as much as you want down here, this is an industrial area, nobody will hear it throughout the night or in the morning.

But: you scream, no food, you use any form of human speech while not hooded and gagged, no food, you don't fully cooperate getting the hood on in the mornings, no food, as simple as that.

So lets get that hood off for the night, i'll be back in the morning to put you back into the store.'

He took the hood off then and i started shouting at him in anger and protest, but he ignored it completely, before slamming the door shut however he turned and told me that there would not be any food tomorrow, then he was gone.

Fuck... is he serious.... but trying as much as i wanted did not help, that thick rubber, that suit, there was no way for me to get out of, so i basically depended on him now, i'd resist, but also was aware that he was right, it was a matter of time before the hunger would take over and get me docile... fuck.... enclosed fully nobody has any idea who i was and being a foreigner, nobody here would even look for me, was that it????