Getting sweaty? That’s a shame, I’ve had Alex hide the keys from me and I’m not finding them til morning, it’s time for you to sleep, whether it’s light or not doesn’t matter, not when you’re totally sealed in the suit! Hotter now? Harder to breathe? That sweaty stink too much? Not my problem!
He walked out and slammed the door leaving you mummified in belts crushed tightly in your thick down suit. The 🥵 sweat in the suit a sweet nasty mindfuck, you can barely handle it yet it turns you on. You squirm more and it goes from sweet to outright 🤢 as your sweat starts to saturate the old suit, freshening up decades old sweat, making the smell inside hellishly strong. Yet there is no escape, not for 24 hours. Stuck within the cocoon of 🤢 🥵 dripping nylon, your fate is for the night 😈
By morning he will find the keys, but you’ll be squirming screaming and struggling desperately in need of fresh air, screaming for a breath of something other than 30 year old sweat mixing with fresh armpit stink. He’ll laugh at you as he unlocks one belt at your ankles then wraps it around your face, smashing the rotting nylon tight to your mouth and nose, forcing the sticky salty sweaty nylon deep into your mouth and nose. He locks the belt shut and laughs “can you breathe?”
You huffed and puffed, the nylon sucking tight to your face with each breath. He walked out, leaving you there, sucking at the nasty warm nylon. You struggled and screamed but he didn’t return, you only heard laughing as he watched you struggle against the nearly airless nylon, sucking oxygen in through the zipper but getting rancid sweaty air as your only labored breaths. You struggled til you blacked out, he unlocked the belt and unzipped the hood a tiny bit letting you reawaken, then zipped it shut and put a time lock on it set for 24 hours, he laughed again and said “Sorry, but a sweat loving strap addicted nylon white like you, deserves to breathe 30 year old sweaty stink and drip in it for a day! Seee ya!” He walked out and slammed the door locking it.
You laid helpless in the sticky nasty nylon cocoon, orgasming at control of the crushing belts airlessness and mind breaking stink, the rancid salty sweat driving you wild, making you scream for freedom that won’t come, that can’t come, not til tomorrow.
You squirmed yourself to sleep in the nasty cocoon, only to awaken to him trampling your neck and chest in his heavy winter boots. He yelled “Wake up sweat slave! You’re never getting out of that suit! You’ve orgasmed, I can tell because it smells like cum in here!” He walked over with a heat gun and melted the nylon together around you. He melted the sleeves to the side of the suit and sealed the legs together before sealing the zipper away forever. He left only your head free. You’ll get food and drink for life, yet you’ll never breathe anything but the ever growing stink in that suit! You get unzipped three times a day for five minutes, otherwise you stay sealed away in that dark 🤢 🥵 rotting nylon prison for eternity suffering in the ever intensifying stink and heat. 😈
