Rubber Dreams and Fantasies

The Inflatable Cocoon

I was dazed, my head spinning as I felt my awareness of reality return. 

“Mfphhh”, I groaned, an uncomfortable dizziness clouding my head.

When consciousness returned, it came in fragments. I could tell instantly that something was awry. First, my inability to sit upright or to control my body in any way led me to begin to panic. Then the taste of rubber and antiseptic coated the back of my throat, and I knew there was something lodged inside my mouth. My eyes flickered open, but darkness pressed close around me, encapsulating my dreaded feeling of isolation. I groaned out a desperate plea for attention, but given the object nestled between my lips, this came out as a muffled ‘mmffpphhh‘. With the lack of a response after a few futile attempts, I assumed that I was alone, sequestered in this unknown prison. Within my ears, I could hear static like the fizzing of an old TV screen.

I thrust forward against my unknown bonds, but my limbs quickly sprang back to their original position. A cold wave of realisation broke over me: my arms, my legs, even my chest were no longer mine to control. Something held me in a tight embrace. I felt pressure hugging every inch of my body, rhythmic and unyielding, as if was sealed inside a second skin. It shifted subtly when I struggled, its resistance recoiling any attempt to move as it bound me to remain in my current position. It was hopeless to attempt to oppose it. Each endeavour only drew the embrace tighter, like a living restraint that could easily overpower me.

As my confused and slightly delirious brain tried to comprehend my current predicament, I sensed a deep aching heaviness within my anal walls. My muscles clenched around something hard as I groaned in disgust. How could this be happening? I was stuffed so wholly in both my ass and mouth, my senses assaulted on all fronts and fully bound, as I lay praying for any hope of liberation.

I could tell from my placement that I was gripped rigid like a totem pole, my weak arms pinned helplessly to my sides. My long, skinny legs squeezed firmly together. There was some ability to move, but once I’d relinquished any directional force, my body part sprang back to its original position. It was like I was clutched in a firm cocoon. My unidentified coating was a humiliating tormentor aimed at proving how powerless I really was.

Feeling the pressure against my head, I assumed I was wearing a heavy and intense mask. My breathing tasted faintly of rubber as I respired the pungent aroma. With effort, I exhaled and inhaled, feeling the mask hug the contours of my face. I lay there totally helpless in my predicament. My head was held rigid in space with limited use of my neck. I moaned out in despair once more, with the familiar sound of my muffled cry filling the mask.

Suddenly, I felt hands groping my rubberised head. I was startled by the hasty onslaught of an individual grappling with my cocooned head. The static that pounded my subconscious suddenly faded to a dim hum as a voice bounded through the earphones nestled in my ears.

Try to fight the bonds and see what happens…

The voice was noticeably male, with a faint trace of an accent, I assumed possibly German. The gruff and authoritative tone of their voice rang through my head. I called out in response with another inaudible whine.

How does it feel trapped in place? I bet you’re stewing in your own juices in there.

I pleaded with a cry of defeat as I listened to their silky voice. I could indeed feel the sweat built up over time in my warm, enclosed prison. - - -

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