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Я из России, я говорю по русски. I'm from Russia, I speak english.
Me as rubber pig
i wish this was me :)
Ich suche wenn der mich eine Ausbildung machen will im Schutzanzug Zodiac maske Elektroschocker ich mache alles für dich 32 Kilometer Marsch 3 Kilometer Laufen bis ich nicht mehr gann 🫡🫡🔐⛓️🥵💩💩💦mein wc ist der Schutzanzug zodiac
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Hope you like the pyjamas mate.
Most people find them very comfortable and it saves having to wash sheets etc.
Just one thing: we do normally lock them on for security overnight. You don’t mind do you?
I could not resist asking when i saw that rubber object suspended in the store i visited during my stay abroad. The two store assistants talked for a moment before returning that they'd be happy to allow me that experience, but only if I'd accept to get into everything the same way the current guy up there was. how hard can that be i thought, if he does it, i can do it too, so i agreed.
It took a while to take the current victim off the hooks and peel him out of everything, revealing a guy in his mid twenties, not bad looking in general, could use a haircut and a shave for sure, but a handsome face. He was very wet from sweat of course and almost white pale skin, wrinkled all over the body. Of cure that process also revealed everything I'd have to accept… while some surprises surely were revealed, i was determined, I'd not pass on that possibility to enjoy some time hanging like that here.
The reverse process then happened to me, starting with a Latowski chastity pantys. Unseen before and making me hiss quite a bit was the embedded catheter extending from a serious steel rod inside the cavity in the silicone inner part of the front. It also required quite some effort and numerous sniffs of poppers to accept under a lot moans and a final loud yelp the plug inserted and locked on to the back part then.
Having calmed from that part, the rubber suit was easy, neck to ankle, still warm and wet from the guy before, zipped up quickly at the end, then however the heavy suit followed.
Sliding first into the attached heavy rubber boots, pulling it up until i inserted my arms into the sleeves and ended in the attached thick rubber gloves, then they zipped the suit with the heavy sealing zipper on the back up to the high neck and i heard the padlock click shut.
The earplugs went in next, squeezed tight enough to be able to insert those deep before they would expand fully and take away most hearing, then the next troublesome item followed, that heavy thick rubber helmet hood. the hood itself i would not mind, but the gag and tubes… two long tubes went down my nose, then the massive silicone gag, all mouth filling, compartment for the tongue, the front squeezed between teeth and lips before pushing the hood closer to my face, with it the last two inch of the nose tubes also settled deep, pulled fully over the head then, the heavy zipper tightening it well on to my head, taking away any light and sight i may have had, pressing that gag into place and keeping those tubes in the nose for sure too, those tubes being the only connection to outside of rubber then.
The massive posture collar was strapped and locked next, keeping my head straight in position now. finally they started strapping the full body suspension harness over everything i wore by now. I was getting warmer by the second, felt how helpless i was, unable to talk, hear much, see anything. i felt al straps tighten to some extent and then felt the spreader bar being applied between my ankles first, then my arms and hands strapped to my sides. finally i felt the lifting up, not far, a foot off the ground maybe, but a foot or a mile, i was able to wiggle my spread legs, but that was the extent of my abilities. Of course, the final step then followed, blowing up the outer rubber suit, i felt the pressure raise, pushing against my rubbered skin even more, felt how the straps of the harness held the suit back, increased the pressure points i felt.
Finally, i could barely hear you through the tick rubber hood, but you tell me: 'I am sure you will not mind that the previous guy hanging here has dressed in your stuff and is likely already gone far by now. He's been modeling out gear here in the store for almost a year until today. Obviously there is no difference between him and you hanging up there, at least nobody will be able to tell a difference. That hood on your head, it won't need to come off at all, you get fed via one of the tubes in your nose, the catheter pushes your piss right into your sealed plugged butt, so only every few days when there is a change in model position or gear, it needs to be released for a short moment, then again, in your current sealed suit, it may be a lot longer as eventual piss pushed along the plug ends in the rubber anyway.
You see, the boss here punished his former slaveboy by making him a living mannequin in the store here permanently, That was almost a decade ago, and it also was his warning to us two here, his current slave boys what will happen if… he made it clear that at all times at least one living mannequin will be in the store. A year ago however we were sloppy, only one of us attended the scheduled cleaning of the slave and he used that to knock me out and run. I knew that I'd be punished by taking that spot instead permanently, Master was on a weeks business trip, but when he returned…
Luck struck then, we caught another boy trying to steal here in the shop and my slave brother immediately came up with a different idea… well… we had the thief on camera for his attempted theft, police or… we lured him into letting us get him rubbered up and restrained, from then on we used him as replacement for the runaway slave, never to be free enough to run and since the hood never comes off, Master never found out what happened.
We have used that very time we caught a thief, neither of those ever reported anything, knowing we have evidence of their attempted theft, the guy before you was the fourth, unfortunately already a year in captivity as no other thief was caught. You're the first to actually volunteer to get locked up, but as always, Master will never find out either, he actually stopped acknowledging the existence of his former slave under all this a long time ago, to him this is just a part of the stores inventory. Unfortunately for you though, since we have nothing to pressure you to keep your mouth shut, i guess the time to replace the mannequins is over, that hood and gag will guarantee you can never tell anyone and the two of us will ensure you can never run either. So whoever you were, that's the past, from here on you're nothing more but that permanent store mannequin.
A part of me definitely LOVES this idea...
ZodSqd returning from 5 km patrol today. Exhaustive task - meaning 2 hours hermetically sealed inside the Zodiac suit, combat helmet on top and 20 kgs of payload on his back.
A little fiction, came to my mind when I saw this image on the net.
Here I am in my new job, I was a high ranked IT pro before, but now I am happier, combining my fable for work gear and rubber with a job. I stumbled over that guy in a bar, talking about this fetish, weeks later he offered me a job, asking if I wanted to live in that outfit, in and out of work and I agreed, having lost my previous job in a reorganization just before it was a perfect moment for that.
While in the first weeks in his small firm, a company in charge of building and maintaining public or private garden areas, I still changed from this outfit into sweats at home, I moved into his place at some point, easier for us to get to locations early or late and he convinced me to not get changed anymore, I wore it basically all the time then at home or out.
What you do not see though is the secret additions he came up with one day, and once he told me I did not hesitate to agree, playing into my bondage fetish very well. it took some time to be successful building it, but once we managed we made use of it and haven’t stopped ever since.
We added a stirrup to the bottom of the coveralls legs, no pulling them out of the boots. also a loop at the end of the arm sleeves to pull the thumb through, in gloves that will prevent also pulling up the sleeves there. But of course what is the point when being able to take off gloves and boots.
It took many attempts but we finally succeeded to embed shackles. inside the boots, just at the ankles, steel shackles are riveted on to the inside of the boots with a single chain-link front, back and each side. That allows the small movement needed to slip inside and lock them, remain comfortable enough and not to pull the rubber of the boots towards the ankle when the shackle is closed. I have to pull down the shaft of the boots to get inside, enough to reach the shackle, once my foot is inside, closing the shackle over the coverall and then locking it, pulling back up the shaft makes it look as if there is nothing, other than the small black rivets on the rubber outside.
The very same we did on the gloves, shackles inside, a little easier here because of the thinner rubber of the gloves, but the same principle, pulling them down to lock the shackle, pulling them fully back up to hide what is locked underneath.
Sure I can rip off those rubber gloves and boots, yet still not take off the shackles then though, so wat would be the point, fact is that I cannot get out of boots, gloves and also the coverall without him unlocking them.
It was odd at the begin to pull down the coverall weirdly in order to use the toilet, but if you cannot take it off you get used to that too. We even think about involving diapers maybe in future, no longer requiring a toilet break then at all, but we will see. For now, all I wear is a pair of socks, a coverall, a pair of gloves and a pair of rubber boots.
Meanwhile we have a weekly change schedule established. I stay in it from Monday morning waking up until Sunday morning waking up. the Sunday I am kept naked (and usually strictly tied up as well). No more need to get changed, get dressed or undressed, I am always ready to work, always ready to leave house and I think anyone who knows us got used to seeing me in nothing else but this anymore, and guess what… I would not want it any other way, just last week we gave away all other clothes I used to have and own, I see no more need for them ever again.
At a visit in jail in 2012 I had the pleasure to be put into my green PVC Boiler Suit and a straitjacket. Under the protective suit, I was only wearing a thick diaper and a Suprima PVC plastic pants. For once my feet weren’t sticking in rubber boots. Instead I was wearing my 14-hole Ranger boots. And to my delight they were kept apart from each other by means of a spreader bar. Getting into that gear alone caused me to sweat like hell. It was boiling hot in the suit because it was more or less air tight and didn’t let any air circulate. Thus I couldn’t vent the increasing body heat. The tight-fitting straitjacket reinforced that effect even further. It was a wonderful feeling of tightness and heat in that suit and the heat caused me pant quite heavily even when I wasn’t moving. But for the camera, I moved just a little, as you can see in this video.
I’d love to relieve you from all that and take your place in it :)
I was waylaid for 5 days put into agonizing horribly bondage situations in head to toes rubber, hooded and gagged most of the time and had to wear a chastity device. Oh it was so awful I could not stop smiling even when they cut off my air.
Rubber week was another fun week, for me especially, and the guys that abused each other and especially me. I have not been able to go soft yet. Time to hook up the e-stim again. Catch you later.