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Anti-Coronavirus-Boredom treatment #79: Simple but fun scene, a neoprene sleepsack and a pinhole hood, both from 665 Leather. The hood does restrict breathing some. Â This is from June 2018 with a friend at my home.
I have to same sleepsuit just wish i had the hood to go with it ..
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Preparation
The sleekness of the rubber is what set it apart for you. There was no escaping it, no turning back when your Owner presented it. His intent was obvious â to make you a gimp.
The suitâs attention to detail meant that it fit exactly what was decided that it should be in a slave uniform. Custom fit for your size, each individual toe held in its own enclosure, starting the process of separating skin-on-skin touch. Your Ownerâs fetish for you not experiencing most human contact in the fulfillment of your role meant that no half measure would be taken. Your legs gleamed in the light as you pulled the suit on your powdered frame until your lower half was a sheer black.  Fitting your caged member through the hole in the front was your next task, stretching the material and pushing it through exposedâŚat least as much as it could be in its prison. Disconnected by the suit from the rest of your body, you try to harden only to be defeated again and again by the unrelenting permanent chastity. With a stifled groan you work the next part of the suit into you, a hard anal sheath keeping you exposed and accessible for the anal play of your Ownerâs choice.Â
The neck entry nature of the piece allows for a seemless look once you take the time to fit each of your fingers into the attached gloves. No zippers to make it easy to escape, and only the hard ring jutting your throbbing cage out to let anyone know this was anything more than just another rubber drone for use. Now the rubber cuffs, and the posture collar, holding your neck strictly upright and making it impossible to turn without turning your entire body. The control emanating from the gear fills you with butterflies as the collar and cuffs are one by one locked on by the padlocks located on the dresser. It would be impossible to remove the suit without the keys, which of course you never had. Thigh cuffs, ankle cuffs. *click* *click* *click* *click* And now the gag. You stare at the inflatable cock, flaccid as it was, and slowly insert it deep in your throat. You relax as you pump it up, the phallus lengthening and widening until even your well trained gag relax is tested. Tightly, you lock it as well, knowing a loose fit would just mean a more severe punishment. Next, a strict rubber corset, stretching to your pecs, accentuating your curves and preventing loose thoughts by restricting your breathing. *click* with a sound you feel the ability to concentrate on anything else but the next breath fade away.Â
You look in the mirror and a controlled object stares back at you with lustfilled eyes. You see your cage rhythmically bounce with the pent up hormones that are forced on you without release. A rubber jock, thicker and harder than the rest of the gear, is slipped on covering the needy but useless toy. Today wouldnât be any different from the harsh docility programmed into your sexuality. That last vestige of you, of the old you, the free you, screams for release but you know it wonât ever come. You pledged yourself, and this was your reward.Â
A button pressed and you kneel, waiting however long it takes for the remainder of the process. The corset and the gag do their job to make the wait entertaining, as each breath demands attention and focus blocking out mundane distractions like personality or desires. A mind of its own, your hole clenches on the sheath still feeling empty while you feel your chastised slavehood twitch with every squeeze.Â
Another slave, clad in the black zentai uniform of the household servants approaches and methodically begins the final applications: contact lenses to blur and distort vision to create dependence, firm rubber blinkers to block out peripheral vision, ear plugs to dramatically reduce your hearing, and a thick inflatable plug to fill out the empty sheath. As used to these indignities as your body might be, nothing ever prepares you for the clinical application of plug into your tight hole. Your grunts and groans muffled by the gag you breathe deeply as your hole is stretched by the invader.Â
*pump* *pump* *pump* *pump* *pump*Â
You try to scream in pain and pleasure as the plug accelerates in size. Your eyes canât even betray an emotion as the blurred lenses reduce your humanity, but you know even if they could look pleading the drone preparing you wouldnât be able to comprehend. It had its task and you were just an object for it to complete. The piece de resistance comes next, a molded rubber hood, blotting out even more of your senses, as it fits over your shortly cut hair, and down to the collar. You canât even hear the *click* as it too is locked on. You are made to stand and walk. To where you have no idea but the pace is far quicker than you would want it to be with the plug pounding your prostate with each step. The drone leads you through corridors and then to a type of garage where again you stand for an amount of time impossible to guess while the drone and some others like it make further preparations. Unceremoniously you are suddenly guided again to another part of the complex where you could see yourself standing on some sort of stage.Â
In the audience, you canât truly discern how many of them there are, nor what is being said by a Man you saw on the stage. The blurry shapes laughâŚyou thinkâŚand you are twirled around for more inspection.Â
*pump* *pump* *pump*
 The plug suddenly expands and you scream in surprise as your prostate is thrown into overdrive. If it wasnât hidden by the jock you were sure that your dick was dripping wildly its precum. You hear laughter, you think, and once again you face the audience, unsure of what to do besides continue to breath and submit.Â
Of course, if you could hear what was being said, you might be filled with terror. If you could hear you would certainly be filled with anticipation, dread, and a host of other emotions your conditioned brain could hardly beg you to listen to.
âGoing once! Going Twice! Sold!âÂ
Applause, youâre pretty sure of that. You drip more into the jock and continue to breatheâŚ.and obey.Â
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Permanent Chastity
One of my fantasies is to be locked up permanently. The trouble is hair and hygiene. With some hair removal and good cage design, hopefully the need for unlocking could be mostly eliminated~
I'm locked 24/7 and peirced all cages I only unlocked a couple times a year I think I can go all year plus I'm cut so very easy to clean and shave
Sitting to pee, is obviously the answer for all who are caged and feminized!Â
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Only men stand to pee. Iâm not a man, thank goodness
After I settled in the hotel, finally the holiday can start. I had not been away other than for business for a while, so these two weeks will do me good, no obligations, no appointments, just enjoying myself. all unpacked and after having had some food, time to go out and see what the surrounding area has to offer, tomorrow I would do some more of the tourist stuff then here.
After wandering around a while I found a little bar, the gay flag next to the leather flag on its outside lead me to entering. It was a Thursday evening, I did not expect much, but a beer or two and maybe find someone to chat with, talk about whatâs interesting in the area and so on.
After some brief talking with the barman, a horny looking guy, but probably out of my league anyway, another guy sat next to me at the bar, overhearing that I was visiting he waved in and we chatted a while. on the term of what is interesting or not he did ask at some point also where my not so touristy interests were, I was never shy on that so told him about my fable for bondage, the more the merrier, my love for fetish gear, leather, army but especially rubber. He mentioned some fetish party at the weekend at one of his friendsâ houses, but also some events the weekend after, if I would still be in town by then. I told him that I have two weeks of nothingness ahead, so would definitely want to check those out.
He told me that he would make sure I get an invite to that party on Saturday, we exchanged emails for that purpose and then chatted a bit further on, about much and nothing. A few beers later though he went more direct, asking me if I would be interested in a little bondage session right now at his place. He lived not too far and I could stay overnight at his place or heâd bring me back to my hotel at the end if I wanted to.
I told him I did not really pack heavily, mainly due to luggage restraints on flights, but also as I had not really expected too much kink fun during my travels either. He laughed and waved, looking me up he said heâd be happy to help out on that with some of his own gear, it would surely fit well. If need be he even offered to lend me some stuff for the upcoming party, unless I was equipped myself for that kind event.
It does hit another favorite of mine, being told or even forced to wear someone elseâs gear ⌠so my dick sprung to life and I quickly accepted, both, his offer for a little session right now and the offer to pick something for the weekend party, joining it with him together then.
Said, done - we paid quickly our tap and went off to his place. 20 minutes ride only, so indeed close, yet in 20 minutes you can reach far with a car, we were rather far out of the city center, a more rural part of the suburbs, lots of standalone houses rather far apart from each other, I thought Iâd love something like that, no disturbance from neighbors, I could sit in my garden naked or all rubbered up and nobody would care⌠He confirmed that very same thought to me, he too enjoyed to be close to the city center and actions, yet have his place to himself without nosy looks from others.
Inside his home he offered me another beer, but I waved, I had a few and did not really want to be drunk when playing, he nodded and said that it would be best to get started then right away - smiling wide. I nodded and he told me to follow him down his basement.
Down there, a small playroom, but lots of possibilities. Cross, pole, cage, bench, table, hooks everywhere, he definitely created a great space for a good fun time. He told me that it was best to get me all dressed then, so I should strip. Despite being a stranger, I had no second thoughts at all, I stripped naked immediately while he picked a few items from a closet in the corner.
In no time I stood then head to toe in rubber, a full one piece suit, attached feet and gloves, a well head shaped thick rubber hood with eye, nose and mouth hole, a pair of rubber boots, a rubber body harness strapped and buckled on, a collar, wrist and ankle restraints buckled on, the fun was to begin. he placed me in various positions to almost all of the devices, sitting, standing, laying, hanging, played with, teased, tortured my butt hole, dick, balls, zips in the suit allowed free access for him, he fucked me twice while helpless strapped up or down, exhausting but extremely horny playing around constantly, he certainly did not fail keeping his promise of a horny rubber bondage session.
A few hours passed, no idea how many though, he just released me from the fuck bench he kept me immobilized on for the last fucking, not before though stuffing a plug up my just abused butt hole and zipping the rubber suit shut again. I still had not cum yet, he brought me to the edge a few times but never got me over the finish line, on purpose he kept saying. Now that I stood there again, he fetched a chastity cage and began strapping it on me, still no cumming yet I mumbled, he grinned and confirmed: not yet indeed.
He then took another hood off the shelf, a gasmask hood, covering the full head, pulling it over my already rubbered head, aligning it proper before closing the zip on its back, making it fit snug over my head now, the eyes however were blacked out, I was now in the dark. When he said to stretch my arms forward I assumed already what was to come and I was right, a heavy rubber straitjacket followed. once arms inside he zipped it on the back and then buckled it in the back first, telling me he even had the needed plastic security buckles that snap on top of the straps actual buckles, preventing any accidental or wanted opening. My arms then went crossed at the front, lead through the side straps on the jacket, tightly pulled the straps on the arms on the back and made me hug myself tightly. The strap over the arms in the front followed and then the two straps through the crotch sealed it all up. Blind, breathing through the hole of the gasmask, rubber from heat to tow, a dick locked in a tube, a plug up my butt, and a thick rubber straitjacket keeping me snug helpless. I got hornier than I was, still not having cum yet just made it worse.
He then grabbed me by the shoulders and lead me, pushing me towards the side of the room, I know there was this large box that I had not yet asked what it was for, still of course could easily imagine its purpose, and right I was⌠he turned me in front of it and then helped me crunch and slowly back into it until I reached with my back the back wall of that box. by the feel of it I had little space to the left or right with my jacketed arms, little space to the top, and once he helped me cross my legs in front of me tight enough to fit inside that box completely, I knew there was not much space left to the front either when that door closes. I felt him then attach a hose to the gas mask, immediately noticing that breathing got a little harder, there was definitely a filter at the end of that hose. again being right, he confirmed the filter was on the outside of the box on its top, once that door closes, the only visible and hearable connection between me inside here and the world outside of my prison. I liked the way he described this isolation in captivity, enhanced by double isolation, one in total rubber, another in this box.
He then closed that door and I even heard two padlocks being locked on to the latches. what I heard then though did not really make me enjoy it, he knocked on top of the box and shouted so I could hear that he would be back tomorrow, he was tired and needed sleep and then wished me a good night. a good night, sitting like that, sweating, plug being pushed deeper inside as I sat on it and would not be able to get relief on that, neither would be able to cum, or move much, or âŚ. Anything at all actuallyâŚ
I shouted into the gasmask to let me out, that I did not want to stay in the box overnight, a cage or strapped on a bench maybe, but not here in this position, but no reaction at all, I shouted a while actually, but nothing to hear, no release, he actually went to bed and just left me hereâŚ.
I was tired, yet still it took hours before I napped away finally, aching, horny, sweaty, in discomfort, but I gave in to it, no choice but to wait until he came for my release.
I woke up a few times and dozed away again after some time, I had no idea about the time passed, but as long as that door was locked, I had no choice but to wait, and once I was awake completely, that time just passed even slower. When that door finally opened, I told him that I had enough and wanted out. Still blind and restrained I still needed his help for that of course.
Once out of that box he stood me on my feet and then told me: be quiet, not a word once I remove that gasmask, else you go right back into that box again. I try complaining, he interrupted me, stopping his attempt to unzip the gasmask hood, telling me he will close it again and shove me back into the box right now if I do not remain totally silent and cooperate. Having little choice mumbling to myself I cursed him for that but kept quiet then.
The gasmask came off and I saw again finally. he was all rubbered up himself, actually horny looking, at least my dick said so, then again it still ached to be allowed to cum from the session we had, not necessarily answered to the current situation. Everything else still in place he lead me to the chair in the corner, sat me down and then fed me. Some snacks, lots of water. I expected full release, but actually was hungry and thirsty, so gladly took what he offered. the room had no windows, I was not sure what time it was, morning, noon, afternoon ⌠I hoped he would tell me soonâŚ
After finishing food and drink, he stood me in the middle of the room, hooking a steel collar dangling off chains from the ceiling, keeping me stand straight up before undoing the straitjacket, reminding me to keep quiet. He took his time but slowly removed the chastity device and the plug too then. then he told me that him and me have about the same size, a reason why his gear fits so well on me, so he went over to a friend during day to borrow something, then he lifted this steel chastity device in front of my eyes, a full steel belt, covering front and back completely, I had seen it on pictures before, never tried it, and right now did not know whether I should be excited about having it locked on or angry for not being released ⌠he looked down and told me what I knew, my dick answered that already. It took a few hard slaps, painful, to get my dick soften again enough for that device to come on, but once soft enough he did not waste time. minutes later that front part was adjusted in place, holding my dick inside a silicone mold, tight, no room to expand, but more disturbing, a steel sound or catheter on its inside was forced up my dick as well, my shouting out when he forced it in were silenced by the treat of being back in the box quicker than I can say ouch one more time. The back of the device followed and when I heard the locks snap in place I knew that thing would not come off easily. He made sure the zips of the rubber suit were tight in place by looping a tiny chain through the clips and locking that in place, almost no room between zip and the now locked dick and balls, but also on the back he applied that little chain, and I felt now why. The opening in the zip was just big enough to allow that plug he now used. that chastity device had a hole on just the right place to allow insertion of that plug, not too big, not too deep, but enough to feel it all the time, and once it was in place, fiddling around with something I did not see, then I heard the lock snap in place, the plate on that back hole keeping everything in place and secured.
He told me it was a modified version of that original belt, in the front electrode contacts embedded around dick and balls, but as well allowing the electric plug to be hooked into its system. He then took an extra small box, shiny as the belt, matching some latched on its back, snapping on to them and thus being locked on to it, on that box the contacts of the electrodes hooked in now, inside that box a remote controlled battery pack. He told me there is a spare pack like it, one pack usually lasts about 72 hours, depending on how it is used, but all it takes is swapping that box when the batteries are empty.
Holding the remote up he gave a demonstration then, from tingling pleasant stimulation, getting me hard, or at least attempting to, up to real heavy painful torture, in just a minute he got me from pleasant moaning to futile pain screams back to tingling stimulation at least 5 times. Then he told me: obey, follow every command, do not resist, do not attempt to refuse or reject, and no more than pleasant stimulation will be used, if at any time I do not cooperate 100%, I know what setting will be used. That did certainly not leave any options, I knew if I wanted out at some point, I had to do as he told me to.
Then he released me from all restraints, not without ordering me to do as told - and another few hours of bondage and tease/torture in his playroom followed. I actually enjoyed most of it again, like the time before, with the exception that I was desperate to cum, yet I knew there was no way he could make that happen without taking that belt off. But the only thing he took of a few times, just to reinsert right after, was that plug, so I could get fucked again and again, and remain filled up all other times.
I had not expected, but feared it when the gasmask and straitjacket came back in to play, I ended up in that box again for the night. at least I knew I spent half of the day in it last time, the other half being abused by him (in more or less pleasant ways though) and expected the same to come again now.
The next release was again with feeding, watering, but no release from anything but the gasmask during that. after drinking everything, having by the way pissed into the rubber several times since I got stuck in it, he did not mind the mess it made in his playroom, that gasmask went back on, and being left sitting there, helpless eno0guyh not to even attempt getting anywhere, he snapped a leash into the collar I had locked on and tugged, having me follow him upstairs and then, by feeling the cool air around me I knew, outside, into his garage, and into the boot of his car. Lid closed, engine started and off we went to an unknown destination. My hotel? The bar? Someone else? I had no idea, then again my clothes, wallet, keys, everything was at his place ⌠now that I think of it, I did not even know where there he kept it. I began to realize I was actually totally dependent, delivered to him, someone I just met, talked briefly, had no idea where or who or what âŚ
At least an hour drive, but then he helped me out of the car boot and tug of the leash made me follow, a short walk, some stairs, suddenly noises of other people, I remembered ⌠that party he talked about, did we go there? I had no idea, could not see, and could not know. Lead around a while, hearing him chat with others while I just stood there all rubbered, helpless, captured in rubber isolation. at some point then I got strapped on to a bench again, a fuck bench as I realized, just to have that plug unlocked and removed, but then nothing happened for a while. I had no idea what went on until I felt a dick intruding my butt, whoever that was, I could not tell, but I also could not prevent it so thought I make the best out of it. Relentless, hard, long thrusting, I was not sure if I enjoyed the situation or not, I was definitely horny in my chastity, but also excited about the current situation, but then again also annoyed and scared, none of this was agreed to, none was asked, it just happened and I was unable to do anything about it.
The hours passed though, and I spent those right there strapped to that bench, not attended in any way directly except ⌠at least ten people fucked my presented butt. I made the mistake to attempt complaining twice in-between those fucks, each time though was answered with a huge amount of pain on dick and balls, so I gave up on that, knowing that it was futile as long as that device is locked on me.
At some point the plug went back in, hopefully the fucking by strangers ended I thought, but the plug in my sore ass did not help much on the discomfort. at least another hour or maybe more passed where I was left unattended with the exception of several beer feedings into my mouth before I was finally taken off that bench, just to be led by the leash again, hearing some good byes spoken around me, back to the car, back to the house, and ⌠as I was afraid of⌠back into the box. I really had enough, grunted into the gag, just to be shocked again, this time both ends again with the plug being locked into my butt now again.
He told me then to keep quiet, even more because the moment that door of the box closes, the sound control will be active, any noise I make will immediately lead to high shocks, so it was up to me if I feel those or not, then the door closed, the locks snapped shut again, I knew I had some long time of waiting ahead again. I was exhausted though, so it did this time not take that long to fall asleep and even sleep a longer time through.
Being awake at some point though again, no idea what time passed, what time it is, when he would get me out here. when it finally happened, feeding happened again as before, I needed that again, aching everywhere from the uncomfortable sleep, definitely wanting out, but I knew better than to complain, I still was locked into this torture device.
Back to the middle of the room, hooked into that steel collar, not allowing me to go anywhere, then he undid all restraints, the chastity device and even helped me get out of all the rubber, I was hoping it was over, but âŚ
Once I stood naked, that chastity device came back on, all of it, including a new battery pack. Only then he released me from that collar holding me in place and told me to sit down, not without showing me that he kept that vicious remote control in his hands.
He then told me: I am going to take you upstairs, have a shower, get the sweat off your skin and allow it to breathe for a bit, but after that you will on your own go down here again and put that rubber suit back on, on top of that chastity, also put that hood back on, then use this collar and padlock - pointing at them on the bench - to lock the zips of suit and hood together, after that you can come upstairs again and find me in the living room at the end of the hallway. If I hear any other sounds but the water from the shower or doors closing that you use, you know what will happen, boy.
I knew, and did not want to go there again, so I actually followed his orders, went up with him, had a long shower of at least half an hour, toweled myself off and then did as told, getting myself all rubbered up - and locked into it. Then I went back up to find him, stood in front of him sitting on the couch with a fresh coffee, another cup of steaming coffee on the table.
He told me to kneel at the table and enjoy the coffee, not seeing any choice I did as told, and DID enjoy that coffee. While I did he showed me that remote, his finger right on the button, telling me that no matter how I felt about what he will tell me, opening my mouth will lead to highest settings punishment. I was not sure if what I felt the times before was highest or not, but it was definitely more than I would ever want to feel again, so I knew Iâd keep my mouth shut.
He then told me: I took the liberty to go to your hotel, by then way a close friend of mine who runs it, and had you checked out there, picked your stuff up and brought it here. You said you had some time at hands, and having had quite some fun with you since we met, I thought it would be a shame to let you go so easily. Since you were foolish enough to allow me to establish a quite severe form of control over what you do or not do, I decided that it is best to no longer allow you any choices and instead make those for you. my friends at the party enjoyed you too by the way, that was the moment I made up my mind to keep you here instead of having you go back to the hotel, so you are going to be my rubbered play toy, obedient, following every order to the letter and making sure I will never have to use this - holding up that remote - again, understood?
I nodded, not sure if he expected me to speak, but his finger on that control seemed to have the expected affect. He continued: now for the rules of your stay: unless I specifically choose, you will not wear anything else but head to toe rubber, what you wear now is your permanent outfit. you will spend time locked away, time working for me, time running errands, time being used to my likings, by myself of friends of mine, and you will at no time resist, hesitated, refuse or in any form disobey. If that is clear, nod, because I do not want you to speak unless I tell you to, at no time, understood?
I nodded again, not really happy about it, then again, why not, this is going to be the best holiday I can imagine, all rubber, all bondage, all fun⌠well with the exception of the chastity and plug, I desperately wanted to cum, but that was - as everything else at the moment - out of my control.
We have to pick up one more item from a friend of mine, the one who loaned me that chastity belt, finish your coffee while you wait here, boy. Then he left the room. When he came back he had a pile of clothes in his arms and another rather heavy straitjacket. He threw it on a chair and then picked out one item after the other, with each telling me to put it on.
A long john underwear first, as if I was not warm enough inside the rubber already, but I did as told and put it on. Knee high wool socks followed, a rough checkered shirt followed, a slightly oversized worker jeans came next. Then he threw a pair of worker boots at me to put on. Once I stood there, only my rubbered hands and head were visible, the rest looked just like a simple worker, but that was taken care of too then. he stood in front of me and pulled a mask over my rubbered head, one of those real face masks, from close certainly easy to spot, but from far it would hide my rubbered head perfectly. however this mask was not just any mask, it had a special mouth piece, filling the inside of my mouth, covering the sides inside my mouth, built in compartment for the teeth and even the tongue, but teeth and tongue parts hard material, not soft, unless pressed out that would keep me quiet, but then again, the pressing out was prevented immediately, on the inside of the mask straps were embedded, pulled tightly to the back and buckled they kept that mouth piece exactly where it was meant to be and once he pulled the mask completely over my head, none of that was visible anymore. An ingenious device I thought, of course not enjoying the impact to me, but definitely admiring the idea behind it. Then he took a pair or worker gloves and had me pull those over my rubbered hands.
He had me follow him then, grabbing the strait jacket on the way out, in the hallway we stopped briefly, I stood in front of a large mirror, what I saw ⌠a stranger looking at me, a worker, no rubber visible other than in the eyes of the mask, no hint of the gag keeping me silent, no hint of anything underneath the unsuspicious worker clothing. He took a pair of sun glasses then and put them on me, the last bit of rubber disappeared behind them, a base cap puled over the blank head of the mask completed it. I could tell from the view of that stranger in the mirror that if not close enough, nobody would realize what was underneath, or whoâŚ
Then we went out, into his car, he had me sit in the passengerâs seat, and we drove off, right into town. I was unable to speak anyway, but would not really have known what to say, it was strange, weird, in rubber, plugged, gagged, under control, yet so âfreelyâ sitting in the car for everyone else to see. and nobody realizing what was going on, it was again scary, yet at the end exciting again, that way I could be with him out in public in a very horny setting yet undetected for anyone else, I loved it, or would have if my dick did not complain about the lack of space.
We pulled up the driveway of a house then, it was his friends home, we went and knocked on the door, I did not know who that guy was, he obviously knew who I was, when we entered he whistled, looking good, he said to the guy, you were right, pretty undetectable, and that so nicely fuckable ass of his still plugged? He asked, the guy nodded, obviously this one must have been at that party yesterday I assumed, but since I could not answer, ask or respond to anything, I could just think everything on my own.
I was left standing in the hallway, not to move, while both disappeared for a short while. when they came back, my guy had a collar in his hands, the neck part of the mask was then lifted up, the existing collar unlocked and removed, and this one, thinner, but not less secure, was locked on, an embedded buckle lock, making it less obvious than the previous one, and the ends of the sippers were just as well locked into this buckle again. He then said to his friend that he would post a check for the total amount. Obviously he bought those times off him now. He explained then: I thought since that belt will stay locked on you, I could not just borrow it, best to buy it off his hands, and that collar, well it is part of that belt actually. You see the belt has the controls, this collar though is equipped with a sensor and is wirelessly hooked into that control. Once activated it will recognize the vibrations whenever you make any kind of vocal noise, and that will lead, well you know what will happen, I am sure. So nod if you understood because it is activated already, and should you try speaking or even grunting it will already go off. I had little choice on that, nodded as he expected, knowing that anything else will set off those shocks, and I was sure they would not be set on easy pleasant tingling then. I did think again though, another ingenious device, surrounding noises had no influence, but I myself, as long as this device is active I am doomed to keep absolute silence.
We then went back to the car and drove off, this time out of town, far out of it, an hour drive approximately, right into some deep woods, until we reached a small hut hidden in a small opening. We got out and without anything in-between he ordered me towards a pole on that small porch of that hut, stood me with my back to it and started putting that strait jacket on me. It was heavy, but also big enough to lead around that pole, zipped and buckled up with that pole inside the jacket on my back, arms crossed, all straps buckled shut, I stood upright on that pole unable to move much again. He disappeared briefly into the hut just to come back with a few extra straps in his hands, one by one used on my legs then. at my ankles, just below and above the knee, by that immobilizing me almost complete, with exception of the head, the last straps though took care of that, one around my neck and that pole, one over my forehead and that pole. completely immobile, unable to speak or shout or even grunt, helpless to the full extent of possibilities right now, staring out away from the hut into the middle of that small area barely seeing that car parked on the side of it.
He reminded me about the collar, its impact, should I choose to make noise and then went to the car. I know now why I sat in front, the boot was filled with all my stuff he picked up at the hotel. He emptied it and placed it near the middle of that area I looked at, in the middle itself though, and that is when I definitely felt scared, a fire place. I had no way to say anything so could just watch, and what I feared happened then. he got the fireplace filled with branched and lit the fire, fed it until it was big enough and then startedâŚ. piece by piece he emptied out of my suitcase and bags, piece by piece went into the fire. I wanted to tell him to stop but knew what would come then. For a long time, no idea how long though, I watched him burn one piece after the other, and when all was empty, burn the suitcase and bags themselves too. When almost all of it was burned up to ashes, he briefly went to the car and when back in my vision, he held up the last item, my wallet. He removed the money, telling me I would no longer need that, then emptied the content of that wallet too, one by one, every card, every piece of paper I had in there melted and burned into he fire, and the last item ⌠my passportâŚ. I shouted a loud no - well grunted it into the confinement of my mouth and tongue, just to be followed by incredible pain in my butt, my dick, my balls, so much pain that the pain itself caused more grunting and more shocks, it took a while for me to calm myself enough to stop the shock, all that time he stood there, holding my passport in his hands.
He then told me that I know now what happens if I do not do as told, and then with a very demonstrating swing - just to show me who is in charge - there went that passport into the fire too, all I could do is watch it burn, and feel a few tears in my eyes. What did that guy do, what the heck has happened, whatâŚ.?
After he was sure everything was burned down completely, he put out the fire and came to me. he told me we would spend a few days out here in his hut, so he could train me the basics here before we go back to his home and my new life as his slave will begin ⌠he then explained: I had enough time at hands while you were locked in the box in the basement, by the way a place you will spend often when there is no need for you, boy. I checked you out of the hotel, but went further, I checked you into a train as well, booked a trip for you, down to Mexico and then on to South America, the coming two weeks officially you are on a trip down there somewhere, and ⌠well⌠you will just not return, disappeared somewhere during that rip. the places I checked were specially chosen, dangerous, known to have people disappear, high criminal areas, it will be not a big surprise to the authorities, so it is doubtful that there will be a large search for you, but for sure nobody will assume you are here, with me, kept as my slave. I have enough connections and friends around here to explain whatever needs explaining, I have the means to keep you in line, be it tied up, locked up or even as free as we were on our trip to my friend, I would not think of finding an opportunity to leave if I were you, then again, I think you actually like your new life, or will learn to like it due to lack of choice anyway.
What I can tell you already, as I said before, head to toe rubber will be your life, if at all out of the house, and for the next year or two that will not happen much at all, this - pointing at all of me - is about how you will be seen, but as you can imagine not heard, ever again - but the majority of your future life will be in one or more layers of rubber and restraints. I got my own firm where I will make you work, earning your keep, of course youâll work in the house as well, someone has to scrub those floors and whatever else is to do, and when youâre not working, running errands or are used as my play toy, Iâll keep you nicely locked away, out of sight, out of trouble. So until I have you retrained and fully trust your loyalty as my slave, hardly anyone will know you exist, later then I will introduce you eventually to more people again. But now, let me get some rest before we start your initial training, see you in a couple of hours.
Then he left into the hut, leaving me immobilized out at the porch. no way to scream, swear, shout, no way to escape, left to my thoughts ⌠what did I get myself intoâŚ. time will tellâŚ. and despite being shocked about what just happened, despite being annoyed, angry, upset ⌠my dick kept fighting in his prison, some part of me indeed seemed to like what this future will be ⌠but only some part âŚ
Naughty Nina mummified fully
Love it! If i had to pick! I take the black one! Please Mistress!Â
Love the black 1 would go well with my mask.
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Limp Clitty Training!
I found this wonderful post on newfapchan, and Iâm going to preserve it here for future reference and for other sissies who want to cum like a girl~
A limp clitty is indeed possible.
Its not too hard to teach your body to stay soft when aroused. The main problem is that the arousal response is autonomal, itâs just something your body does without getting the go ahead from your brain. Itâs chemicals in the brain firing on a level you donât have any conscious control over. Drugs can try and prevent you from getting hard by jacking around with the chemicals and chemical receptors and hypnosis can try and prevent you from getting hard by subconsciously re-associating the stimuli which cause those chemicals, but both of these options are of limited effectiveness and will depend largely on how your brain works. I wouldnât really recommend either - the former because you may end up with some nasty side effects and the latter because it frankly wonât work super well.
The method I recommend to my sissies is basically a kind of re-association training. I posted this as part of Anniâs training in the âSomeone Take Control of Meâ thread, but because I care, Iâll repeat the information here for you girls.
See, the big hurdle is that your body is a big dumb beast. It grew up learning to do things a certain way so thatâs what it does. When you remove your consciousness from the equation, your body is an animal. It doesnât know itâs doing anything wrong by getting hard, itâs just doing what instinct and training have taught it. Thankfully though, we can use its own nature against it.
The human brain and the human body are remarkably resilient. If thereâs one thing it knows how to do, itâs adapt. Thatâs fairly convenient for our purposes. So is the fact that the human brain is basically wired for sex. Your body is a slut. It wants to reproduce. All thatâs needed, then, to teach your body to be soft, is to force it to realize that it isnât going to be having any sexy fun if itâs hard. This requires a bit more work and discipline than hypnosis or drugs, but youâll probably have better long term results with it. Plus, well, training is a whole kind of sexy fun its own.
Hereâs what you do.
First, you need to teach your body that an erection is a profoundly unnatural and undesirable state. Think of it like having a muscle cramp. When your leg cramps up you stop what youâre doing and donât continue until the cramp has gone away. You want to do the same with your clitty getting stiff. If you find yourself getting hard at any point for any reason - if you notice you are getting erect or if you notice youâve become erect without noticing - stop whatever you are doing and focus on making the hardness go away. Look at something else. Think about something else. Do something else. Do not continue with what you were doing until you are once again nice and soft. With time and a lot of discipline, this will begin to teach your body that your clit shouldnât be getting hard in response to these stimuli. You will eventually start to notice that you can focus on those things without fear of becoming hard.
For added feminization, when you are trying to think about something else, make an effort to only think about the girliest things you can imagine. Cute shoes, makeup, nails, stuff that is super girly, but which doesnât get you hot beneath the collar. This will both help you to associate these things with being soft as well as just plain teach you to think girly thoughts throughout the day.
Second, and probably more importantly, you have to change the way you masturbate. Normally when you rub your little clitty it gets all hard and you keep rubbing it till you cum everywhere. This rewards and strengthens the association your body has between arousal, pleasure, and hardness. We are going to change that. From now on, when you masturbate you need to do so either while also playing with your sissy pussy or, if you arenât that accustomed to anal yet, while pinching your nipples and squeezing your chest. This is to teach your body that it has more than just one erogenous zone. Before you start make sure your clitty gets nice and soft. Concentrate on either the pornographic material or fantasy you are focusing on. Make it something really hot - something that never fails to turn you on. Start rubbing your soft clitty while also fingering or pinching yourself. You should soon find yourself getting hard. When this happens, stop rubbing your clitty, but keep playing with yourself. Consider using the free hand to pinch your other nipple or rub your thighs or slap your ass - do something slutty with it. Eventually your clit should start to become nice and soft again. If it doesnât seem to want to become soft, slowly ease off on the stimulation until youâve stopped altogether. If you still have trouble becoming soft, go do something else entirely until it finally goes down. When it does become soft, resume rubbing it. Stop when it becomes hard, start again when it becomes soft. Continue this pattern for at least half an hour. This will teach your body that there is a greater sexual reward for it if it is nice and soft. Itâll also teach it that breast stimulation and getting your cute little hole filled are important parts of having sex, which will also help add to the strength of the orgasm. The first several times you do this you may have trouble cumming. If this happens, donât try to force it and especially donât rub one out afterwards. You may simply need to resign yourself to the fact that sometimes sluts like you donât get to cum. Not cumming will make you hornier for next time, which will make it all that much easier. As you get good at this, youâll find yourself regularly able to cum while soft.
If you keep this training up, eventually you should find yourself no longer getting hard at all when you are aroused, but rather youâll find a feeling of emptiness in your ass or a yearning in your breasts to be pinched and squeezed. Your body will have relearned how it should be handling arousal. With persistence and discipline you should notice some basic results within two weeks, and some more substantial results after about a month. Obviously the longer you keep the training up the more effect it has, but of course, youâll eventually hit the point where youâre no longer getting hard at all, at which point you donât really need it anymore.
the first time
Where we live in the country, there are coffee stands on nearly every corner. In some counties, there are even coffee stands that offer a little something extra with your coffee. Im not sure why theyâre called bikini baristas. Ive never seen a girl in a bikini. In fact, Iâve only ever seen them wear lingerie, electrical tape with a thong, or stripper outfits to be honest.
Keeping this in mind, I suggested to my husband during a particularly fun conversation that perhaps he should go down there, order a coffee, flirt a bit, and see how things go. Maybe after regular visits, heâd find a girl he hit it off with.
It was playful conversation one night during foreplay. Afterwards, I wanted to take a bit of the pressure off of him. After all, this was my fantasy, not his⌠I told him it wouldnât matter if it actually happened. Making up a story to tell me about picking up one of the baristas and bringing her home to our bed to fuck her, would do just as well.
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A few days passed and then I got a text, âCanât wait to tell you all about the barista tonight while I fuck you.â My knees weakened a bit as I reread the message over and over. Unconsciously, I bit my lip and reached down to touch the wetness that was forming between my legs.
I kinda hoped that he would wait awhile before making up the barista story, cause I wanted it to feel believable. Regardless, this was the first step in our cuckquean adventure and I was just excited he was playing along.
When he appeared at the front door that night, he was already wearing a sly smile. He opened the door and found me standing in the kitchen, finishing up the dishes. Brushing the hair off my shoulders, he leaned in and kissed my neck. âWhen you finish up here, meet me in the room.â
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âCome here, I want to show you something,â he demanded. I crawled across the bed to where he was seated. He motioned for me to sit in front of him and lay back against the heat of his chest. Whatever it was we were about to look at, he wanted me front row, but with access to my body.
I leaned back against him as he scrolled through an Instagram page full of what I could now tell was bikini baristas. âOoooh, which one did you pick to tell me about?â I asked.
The squares on the screen each featured a different girl in sexy clothes. Most were playing to the camera with their puckered lips and perky tits. âWhich one would you want me to fuck?â he growled in my ear.
âMmmm,â his breath against my neck made me weak. I scrolled through and looked at all of our options. Each one was pretty in her own rite. They were all around 10-15 years younger than me, and none looked like theyâd had children. Everything about them was perfect and perky.
I found a petite brunette with a round ass and big natural tits. She also was dressed in the prettiest black lace lingerie, with a garter belt and thigh highs to match. I knew heâd like her. âI want you to bring her home, baby,â I said as I clicked the square, enlarging the original picture.
She was prettier than me, not by much, but by enough that I felt a pang of insecurity as he grazed his thumb over the picture. âI was hoping youâd like that one,â he whispered against my neck. âI took your advice, baby girl. I stopped by that coffee stand on my way to work yesterday.â His fingers skimmed along my thighs. I uncrossed my legs to allow him more access.
âI ordered a drink, but they were out of what I wanted, so I asked the barista to recommend a drink for me.â He went on to tell me about their flirtacious banter. âWhen I signed the receipt, I wrote my number on the bottom.â His fingers now lightly grazed my parted lips through the fabric. I was already a dripping mess. I leaned into him as he swirled his finger around my clit, barely touching me.
âShe texted me yesterday. Nothing risque⌠at first, but we got to talking and I told her about your dirty little fantasy. I casually mentioned I was having a hard time meeting girls in the area who would be down with the situation and she didnât believe me. She said I shouldnât have any trouble at all finding girls to fuck.â
I whimpered as he pulled my thong to the side, exposing me. âWeâll look at that,â he cooed, âI havenât even gotten to the good part and youâre already a mess.â His fingers circled over my clit while, with his other hand, he reached up under my shirt for a handful of my tits.
Teasing me with his fingers, he tells me how casual conversation turned into flirting last night. He says she sent him pictures and exits the instagram app. He opens his messages and suddenly Iâm confused.
Wait, did this actually happen or is this fantasy?
He scrolls quickly through conversation so I canât read it. My brain tries playing catch up. So, wait, this actually happened? He went down there to pick up a girl? My stomach is in knots. I feel light-headed and try to come to terms with what is happening. I wanted this⌠Right? He opens one of the pictures she sent, its a sexy shot of her in lingerie. Fuck, I think. Sheâs gorgeous⌠Iâm feeling wildly insecure. Maybe I canât do this.
He flips through a few more photos of her in lingerie before he stops and pulls his fingers away from my clit. His fingers are slick. My pussy is wet with envy. âThereâs no denying it now, baby⌠I knew this turned you on, but Iâve never seen you soak through the bedsheet like that, â he says pointing to the puddle in our bed.
Iâm embarrassed. So many thoughts are going through my head, everything is chaos, the room starts to spin. He swipes to show me the last picture.
I audibly gasp when it comes into focus. âLook at that,â he says, zooming in on the center of the photo. Sheâs seated on a bed with her legs splayed open. Her right hand is holding the phone while her left hand spreads her pussy open. Itâs fucking beautiful and pink and perfect. âThatâs the prettiest pussy Iâve ever seen,â he whispers into my ear. I whimper again and he slides his fingers inside me.
I lean back into him and close my eyes.
âI could hardly keep up at work last night. Between texting her all night and two trips I had to make to the bathroom, I was behind the whole time. I got so hard looking at her pictures and talking about her being apart of your fucked up little fantasy, I had to jerk off. But the conversation kept going beyond that and before I knew it, I had to jerk off again. Thatâs never happened to me before. I donât know that Iâve ever been that turned on.â His words sting, but the ache between my legs intensifies. My hips buck upward, my body betraying me and begging him to continue as the pressure builds.
âYou like that, huh, baby?â
I nod my head.
âNo, I want to hear you say it.â
My voice cracks. Iâm so close now. âYou should go back tomorrow. I want you to fuck her. You deserve to fuck her, baby.â Iâm right on the edge.
âRemember when I picked up coffee for us this morning?â he asks, ââŚI fucked her first.â
An intense orgasm washes through my body. His fingers slow to a steady pace as we ride through my clenching muscle spasms. My breath slows to a normal pace before either of us speaks.
âThat was everything I hoped it would be, babe,â I said as I rested against him, âThank you.â
Holding my chin, he turns my face up towards his, âShow me your thankful,â he says, âget on your knees.â I do as Iâm told and slide off the bed and get down. He turns to grab something from the bed. I wait patiently at his feet.
Itâs his phone. He opens a video and starts to watch. Thereâs a lot of heavy breathing and smacking sounds. Then I hear his voice coming from the video, âOh my God. Your pussy is so tight. Fuck.â
âOpen your mouth,â he demands, looking down at me. I do as Iâm told and Iâm immediately rewarded. I can taste her on his dick. Iâm overcome with envy and lust. My tongue explores the length of him as I lick her pussy off of my husband.
Succumb to what makes you wet, girls. You wonât regret it.
Itâs the most incredible feeling of allâŚđ
