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Before there was Mr.S, there was Fetters

September 1, 2012 in Asylum Inmates, BDSM, Gear, Gear Pictures, Gear Reviews, Inmate: Snoopy, Leather, Medical Restraints, Rubber

As promised, here’s the catalogue i received from Fetters way back in early 1985.

Before there was the current Mr.S retail store, Richard Hunter was the North American distributor for gear from Fetters UK, who’s creations sprang from the mind of the wonderfully imaginative bondage connoisseur, and unfortunately the late, Jim Stewart.

i was just a poor college student living at home when i received this catalogue, so i was unable to afford to buy anything, but it didn’t stop me from dreaming of the day i would own some of those wonderful leather bondage devices. It would take another decade before i had any money to place my first order, and by that time Mr.S had made a name for itself making and selling licensed Fetters gear in North America out of its own retail store in San Francisco, USA. Needless to say, i’ve acquired quite the collection of gear since then.

i’ve attached the December 1984 price list that accompanied the catalogue for reference purposes only, as well as the original order form, but don’t try to order anything because those low, low prices are 28 years out of date. WARNING: If you go to http://www.mr-s-leather.com/ and compare the current sticker price of the goodies contained in this catalogue you’re in for quite the sticker-shock!

Enjoy,
snoopy

Tags: Bondage Pictures, catalogue, Fetters, Gear, Latex, Leather, Medical Restraints, Mr.S, Restraints, Rubber, S&M, Sleepsack, straight jacket
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Review Portable Restraint Sheet and Latex Sleepsack

August 31, 2012 in Inmate: Max Cita

Last year Rubber Asylum was looking for a restraint device for immobilizing a boy and then without releasing him be able to carry him around or stand him up still tethered to the restraint bed. I got thinking of the devices at retail that were mere thin polypro straps and velcro. Totally cute but escapable if you sneeze lightly.

Thinking the mouse trap needed re-design I used the materials at hand cotton in Caught-In-Th-Act supplies, webbing, d-rings and big sewing machines.

The Max Restraint Sheet with d-rings is intended as a portable restraint device that folds into 12″ x 12″ x 7″ and weighs under 10 lbs. Spread out the sheet is the size of a twin bed 39″ x 80″, easily set up for a twin, up to a King Size bed. Perfect for attending fetish events turn your hotel room bed into a secure bondage table. The double d-rings along the side and ends allow one d-ring to be used to cinch rope under the mattress to hold the sheet tight while the second d-ring is there to attach rope or other restraints whther handcuffs, zip ties or chain to leather belts and medical restraints. In the image below it shows the back side of the sheet where the sewing pattern shows the loops in all the webbing.

Above the image shows the underside of the camp cot where rope can be used to cinch and hold the Max Restraint Sheet on the cot.

Getting the restraint sheet set up is: 1 lay out on a bed , we use rope but belts or webbing can be used too. 2. Tie the rope or webbing to the d-rings at the top and either side then slide the rope under the mattress to the d-ring on the opposite side of the sheet; 3. cinch tight. Rope or webbing: top to the bottom d-rings and rope side to side. The best way to prevent the occupant from getting loose is to make sure the same opposite d-ring pairs or loops are used to tie the boy down when rope is cinched under the mattress. This helps to prevent the sheet from being pulled in from the edge.

With the boy, in this case me, in a sleepsack the images in the gallery depict how to immobilize a sleeping bag works on a camp cot but it is the same technique or process on a bed or chair, operating table. Notice the loops in the black webbing are used to cinch the rope close to the sleepsack. The four rows of vertical webbing have loops sewn at various points to capture the boy at the head, underarms, chest, waist ,biceps, wrists, thighs knees and ankles. More rope the merrier indeed. Below the red rope shows where the loops are on the sheet and available to hold the boy in place in so many different ways, spreadeagle, hands down the side, legs together or spread.

The other item I wanted to mention was finally doing an update on my Front zip sleepsack – noted as the LBB2 on my maxcita.com website. The latex is custom made for me at Polymorphe in this case the bag is a .040 – .045″ thick black latex. There are internal sleeves down each side, a three slider zipper and a lock post at the collar if desired to lock zipper slider. The loose fit bag is meant for longer term use, extra room in the feet to prevent nerve pain as happens in tight fit bags. While I intend to have 2″ of slack in the design around the knees and calves it is more like 4″ because most people cannot comfortably keep both legs squished together for more than a couple hours. By having room to add towels or similar between the legs they are in a more relaxed position that can more comfortable for longer periods of time. The same goes between the arms in the sleeves and the chest. By adding towel there too less chance of shoulder or biceps soreness.The following images show the progression from loose to immobilized for the sleepsack and me.

This rope and sleepsack configuration is a good sustainable position for several hours. Now everyone is different in tolerance to being immobilized so the focus is on comfort throughout and not how long can you stay in it.

The sleepsack as shown also has a rear zipper. The number of times the boy has to get out because the butt plug is too sore, or wanted but especially rigging up the e-stim with the wires through the bottom makes for a neater look as well as less likely to pull off. At some point the Max Restraint Sheet will be available on the web site. To add some other images and variations in use here is a gallery of boys taking in the pleasure in the Mad Max playroom

Tags: Medical Restraints, Sleepsack
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Memory Lane 5 – Meeting Bandit2001

November 5, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, Inmate: Boots

As I said from the beginning; work may get in the way. Well it’s been three weeks (?) since my last post and I admit it wasn’t just work that got in the way but a good deal of perving too.

Last time I mentioned about my first bondage experience and how liberating it was to try rubber and be played with, but that experience (as good as it was) paled into insignificance compared to my next visit with Bondagebait.

The time leading up to this meet I knew I’d be meeting BB’s bf Bandit2001 who was a kinky biker into rubber, bondage, gasmasks, and loads of other kinky gear. I never thought anyone so horny would want to meet me, a complete newbie with a small quantity of gear and what I did have was very limited and not particularly pervy.

These guys both had rubber, restraints, hoods and sports bike gear including one piece leathers which I’d always fantasised about since I started my ‘porn’ collection some ten years earlier.

I remember in fact feeling like I WAS buying porn when purchasing bike mags because I was tenting my trackie bottoms in the newsagents!

The weekend came and arriving at BB’s home I turned my car around in the cul-de-sac where he lived and parked my car up outside. My nerves jangling as I switched the ignition of and pulled myself together. I looked over toward the house and could see the blue Yamaha R6 that was owned by Bandit and then the front door just behind it started to open. I thought to myself ‘no backing out now’ took a deep breath, grabbed my bag and got out of my car, locking it behind me.

I felt more at ease as I got inside and was greeted by Bondagebait, who called his bf down to meet me. I could hear a creaking from behind me as Bandit descended the open plan stairs and when I turned around I saw this man in one piece leathers and Racing Boots offer me a hug and a quick kiss on the lips.

I don’t think I stopped looking him up and down, I don’t know if I was beaming a massive smile or slack jawed at this sight of a kinky guy wearing gear I had only been able to imagine from afar.

We all sat down and chatted in BB’s lounge about gear and kinky stuff, including how nice Bandit’s Mick Doohan replica Arai Helmet was when Bandit decided to get up and get changed, leaving his helmet on the carpet in full view.

A few minutes later bandit reappeared with his leathers in his arms and laid them carefully on the floor. Now more casually attired, he asked if I wanted to try them on. I just looked over at Bondagebait for confirmation and he had a grin on his face and said ‘he won’t ask twice’.

Of course I jumped at the chance and sprung up ready to get geared up, my heart racing.

I was told to strip down to my underwear which I accomplished in moments and then perched on the bottom steps of the stairway Bandit helped me get my feet down the legs of his still warm leather suit.

I was taken aback by how loose they felt to begin with and how the lining made it difficult to get my legs in. There was an art to putting leathers like these on but on this occasion I was so excited to get into this all encompassing suit I ended up inserting my foot into the pockets meant for the armour instead.

Eventually my socked feet appeared and after standing up I could pull the rest of the suit up. Feeding my arms into the sleeves one by one I was almost fully in. Bandit cupped my crotch and took the zipper tab and started to finally enclose me in his race leathers. I felt amazing!! The leathers felt quite tight and very protective, this gave me a raging hard-on and my heart was racing of course!

Bandit grabbed his hi-tech Alpinestars boots and told me to step in whilst he held them open. I slid my foot in and was instantly surprised by how comfortable they felt; as he cinched the internal lacing up and zipped them closed they again hugged my lower limbs wonderfully. On with the other boot and Bandit turned to me ‘I’ve not let anyone else wear my helmet but I’m going to make an exception for you today’ and handed me the gorgeous looking race replica full face helmet.

I took the lid from him by the chinstraps, my throat dry with expectation and pulled it up to put it on when he stopped me and told me to move back as I was stood under the low hanging light fitting. A couple of steps back and I was clear to become helmeted. I pulled the Arai on and as it slid into place I felt so very much at home yet flushed with an amazing feeling of being protected and safe in this gear. Bandit reached under the helmet and fastened the chinstrap which made me even more horny as I realised I didn’t actually know how to undo it; I was effectively trapped in this helmet now which in itself made my cock throb.

Bandit then handed me one of his matching gloves for me to put on and as I pulled it on he pulled the wrist strap tight and repeated again with the other hand.

As I was distracted Bondagebait was snapping pics of me getting geared up and once finished I did a few poses loving every second of it. Next thing I knew I was being led to the front door!!

And yep, I was wearing this mega horny gear with a raging hard-on and now being led outside where normal people could see me! I didn’t want to expose myself like this but BB and Bandit assured me that I look normal. They told me I’m just a biker about to go out and sit on a bike.

The door opened up and they forced me to step outside first. My heart was racing and I was thinking someone would see me and think ‘things’. Bandit followed behind and led me up to his bike and put the key in the ignition.

He told me to get onto the bike and they would take some more pictures of me outside in full biker gear. After about 15 minutes of sitting on the bike looking like a proper biker on a sexy bike, in sexy gear feeling abso-fuckin’-lutely brilliant we went back into the house.

I was positively shaking with adrenalin and I really didn’t want to take this gear off, but Bondagebait had other things in mind.

After peeling the gear off me, we talked about a bondage session involving all three of us with me being the one to be tied up on the bed. Spread eagled all four limbs would be roped to each corner of the bed with me in the rubber catsuit, tall boots and a blindfold. I was soon geared up appropriately and restrained to the bed.

Bandit joined us soon afterwards in a rubber surfsuit, motocross boots, plus a collar and gasmask and started to rub my body all over.

The session lasted for what felt to me like five minutes but was more like two hours, where BB roped up my cock and balls in several ways polishing my helmet and making me squirm so much he had to tell me to calm down as I could injure myself. Bandit was also snogging me deeply and give me stubble rash too, but I didn’t care! I was being topped by two sexy guys wearing kinky gear and I was about to shoot my load.

I spurted again like a jet to a chorus of “whoah!!” from both Bondagebait and Bandit2001 as I shot my balls-full of semen across myself and almost hit the headboard yet again.

I was exhausted from all the effort I’d put into struggling on the bed but I also felt and amazing sense of unity with these two men. I’d not felt so at peace with myself before. Most times I’d wanked myself off to pictures of men in gear or by myself imagining exactly this sort of situation I’d always felt some guilt of being ‘different’. Now though I was in the company of two hot guys who thought the same as me.

We cleaned up the room after playing and chilled out downstairs again for a short while and had some food and enjoyed each others’ company for the rest of the evening, talking about pervy things and just chilling out.

I slept on my own that night but I felt great and slept very soundly.

The next day brought more new experiences in the shape of more gear. It was suggested that Bandit should go to the local shops to pick up some food and milk and that maybe he could take a pillion. At which point my eyes widened as they both looked at me and worked out the logistics.

I was to now wear Bondagebait’s gear for the ride but considering I’d never been on a bike in motion before this was going to be a new and exciting experience.

We both got geared up and had some more pictures taken and then headed outside. Again I felt that surge of excited nervousness of being seen. Bandit started his bike up and I almost jumped backwards as it had an aftermarket exhaust which was a lot louder than I was expecting. I was directed to get on the tiny pillion pad and I had to virtually bend myself in half to get my booted feet on the high pegs.

BB took even more pictures of us and with a blast of revs we took off toward the shops. Round the corners I was as rigid as a corpse because it was slightly wet and I really didn’t know how to act on the back of the bike with my gloved hands wrapped tightly around my leathered up rider.

We eventually reached the shops moments down the road and I realised then that the huge supermarket still had hundreds of people going to it and as Bandit pulled up right next to the entrance he told me to stay put and keep my helmet on as he wouldn’t be long.

For about ten minutes feeling incredibly conspicuous with everyone who walked past seemingly looking at me and there was me trying to look nonchalant Bandit returned and directed me to turn around so he could put the groceries in the backpack I was wearing like some kind of harness.

The feeling of being so observed by general members of the public yet my identity hidden inside the full face helmet was again an experience I won’t forget in a hurry!

When we got back to the house we had lunch and it was time for one last play. I was told to strip and handed a pair of rubber shorts. I was directed to the corner and told to sit on a folded up duvet where my wrists and ankles were put into heavy leather restraints and clipped to a spreader bar. A gasmask was strapped to my face and some poppers were held against my air intake valve.

After taking a deep breath and letting the poppers take effect my cock was raging inside the rubber codpiece of the shorts.

Bandit appeared in some tight black all leathers and was then roped into a harness and restrained to the bed. I was forced to watch as Bondagebait topped Bandit whilst I was restrained in the corner.

Eventually Bandit made a mess too and I was told to wank myself off to which I duly did as BB played with my nipples (which I didn’t find helped at all) and gave me more poppers. I shot quite quickly but not as much as the previous day.

Bondage bait released us both and we got cleaned up. Afterwards there wasn’t much time left so we just had a quick chat and a cup of tea and talked about how much we enjoyed the weekend. BB told me he would be in touch to arrange something soon and I couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

My relationship with both these men continued for a while longer and whilst I only really played with Bondagebait once more my friendship with Bandit2001 grew into something else.

Ok, I’ve really rattled on this time, mostly because the experience I talk about here was a major turning point in my life because this was the moment that I met my now Husband of 8 years whom I love so very dearly and who I wholeheartedly dedicate my life to. Thank you Hubby for making so many dreams come true and a Happy Anniversary!!

For the rest of you, I hope you tune in (hopefully) next week provided work doesn’t get in the way, but if perving does (and it may very well do if plans go ahead as expected) I’m sure you’ll understand!

Ciao for now pervs!

~Boots

Tags: blog, Bondage Pictures, Bootspup, CBT, gasmask, Gear, helmets, Latex, Leather, Medical Restraints, Motorcycle, Restraints, Rubber
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Community of Bondage – Part 6

October 14, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, BDSM, Gear, Inmate: Boots, Medical Restraints, Rubber, Stories

As promised, here is the continuation of part five, posted yesterday. This is the final part unless someone wants to take the reigns..

This is my own original work posted in several other places, including my own personal website, Snoopy’s puppycage, Rubbermen (before it was Rubberzone).

Enjoy!

Part Six

Out of sight of the audience one of the rubber men puts something into both of my ear holes that effectively deafens me to the outside world. I wasn’t expecting that!

The Rubber hood is a tight fit and my sensations are coming back to me that I can feel the rubber suit compressing my body and the butt plug filling my ass to a good effect. This is enough of a distraction so that the next stage is less traumatic.

The Rubbermen force the hood down my head inch by inch and it is adjusted so I can see and the tubes are coming out of the right places.

The hood is then sealed at my neck with some sort of glue. I get the impression this suit was designed to stay on!

The second hood looks awesome, and as it was moved closer I began to get even more excited.

The hood was made of really thick rubber and had head straps inside the external hood.

The nose cup of the gasmask accepted the breathing tube and the feeding tubes were attached just before the mask was fixed to my face.

The head straps on the inside are pulled tight so as to seal my fate, and as one rubberman grasps my head on both sides, the other pulls the outer hood tightly back over my head, covering the first rubber hood and the gas mask straps.

The outer hood is zipped up and my world shrinks again as the laces are tightened at the back of my head.

A heavy metal collar is secured around my neck and fastened with allen bolts and locked with a key, which I notice goes into a box to my left.

The padlocks sealed my fate even though I was trapped inside unrelenting thick rubber.

The lights dimmed and whilst the lights flashed in front of me I am unstrapped and led blindly into another dark room.

Whilst the ‘game’ continued in the main room, I am forced into what could only be described as an upright coffin. Straps unside this box go around my waist, thighs, chest, biceps, wrists, ankles, neck and forehead so I am completely imobilsed.

A flexible tube is then connected to my gasmask, and the tubes attached to other tubes inside the box. Finally hands go between my legs and fiddle with the buttplug inside of me.

The door closes and I am in complete darkness. I feel secure and incredibly horny, really wanting to grab my cock and pump it for all I’m worth but I have no hope of making myself cum.

All the layers I am wearing together with the bondage I have been forced into prevent any orgasm.

I can feel my breathing become laboured, and I have to consciously suck the air into my mask so that I can breath. I feel warmth in my stomach and my ass starts to vibrate. The buttplug is a vibrator too!

I really want to cum now! But I have no option but to stay where I am and take what is being done to me. Covered in rubber from head to toe, with not a millimetre of me showing or even touch air, strapped in a box and being made to feel horny. Was this heaven or hell I thought. And how long is this going to last?

My thoughts turned to my boyfriend and how he must be going out of his mind wondering where I am. How I wished to be with him, to feel his arms around me.

Just as I thought this, a voice I recognised came through to me. The earplugs had mini speakers in them, like a personal stereo.

“The state you are in, will last for eight hours each day. You will grow accustomed to your predicament. You are my slave and you will be rubbered FOREVER!”

The voice grew softer as he repeated the sentence. I was his rubbered slave and I would do anything he wished. I was becoming his property, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Forever in his bondage, rubber and held in a constantly horny state, and still I couldn’t quite place that voice in my massively altered state of physical and mental being.

Tags: Bondage Pictures, Bondage Story, Bootspup, gasmask, Gear, helmets, Latex, Medical Restraints, Restraints, Rubber, S&M, Stories, Story
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Community of Bondage – Part 5

October 13, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, BDSM, Gear, Inmate: Boots, Medical Restraints, Rubber, Stories

As promised, here is the continuation of part four, posted yesterday.

This is my own original work posted in several other places, including my own personal website, Snoopy’s puppycage, Rubbermen (before it was Rubberzone).

Enjoy!

Part Five

I have been selected, and I am pulled forward, floating along the ground I felt very anxious, nervous and eager all at the same time. I begin to wonder if any of the other guys in this room all have the secret perversions I have?

I was moved to the centre of the stage and turned to face the crowd, all eyes are on me and I feel very exposed under the spotlight my sudden realisation that everyone could see my cock pointing skyward!

The two rubber-men stand either side of me and whilst one puts a drop of solution into my eyes the other removes the head harness holding the ball gag, the first then slides the shaded contact lenses directly over my eyeballs.

I discover I can see quite easily through the lenses, which are tucked, under my eyelids.

My Cock is already hard and after some lube is squirted into my piss-slit, the catheter is then inserted and I feel a balloon is inflated inside my bladder. The rubber-men walk away as the transparent tube comes down around me.

I take a deep breath and the seals connect. The blue goo starts to rise and it touches my toes first, as it envelops my feet I realise it is warm and quite pleasant.

The warm blue stuff rises up my legs and then my waist is covered. It continues up my body and I let out my breath and take another before it passes my nostrils.

In the silence I remember the goo stays above my head for about 30 seconds but it seems to take ages, I start to panic and struggle and I feel like I’m going to pass out.

Then the level drops and I can breathe again. The water hits me and is cold and hard to my raw, naked skin. I didn’t feel any pain or even tingling but all of my body hair that I can see has gone, I can only assume my head is bare too, as the previous men’s bodies had been as hairless as I am.

I had forgotten the head machine was next because the last experience was unexpectedly intense. The metal helmet moved down over my head, when my eyes focussed, I saw what appeared to be parts that would be going into my mouth.

The helmet began to shut and the back pushed my head into the awaiting tubes and rubber clamps. The pressure increased around my head and began to vibrate, massaging my vision of an image, which I couldn’t make out. The vibrations stopped and I felt a prick at the side of my neck and I loose all feeling in my body.

My eyes are assaulted by images of men in bondage, rubber suits, leather from head to toe, arseholes filled with different sized intruders, getting faster and harder with every second.

I feel a coldness enter my insides but this is all I feel, I groan, as the coldness takes hold.

After a few minutes the Machine enclosing my head hisses open, all the clamps release as one and my paralysed body falls to the floor.

I look at the transformation of my lower body and silently sigh. I am picked up by the two rubber-men again and thrown over the bar to the left.

A butt plug of huge dimensions is picked up and after some more lubrication, is forced into my awaiting hole.

My cock is fed into the last piece of body armour, which is connected to another hard panel to make a rigid crotch piece holding my cock downwards and the plug firmly into me but allowing me to urinate.

I am led over to the chair to which I am strapped down. This was the part I was secretly looking forward to. Directed back onto the seat I feel the blood rush to my cock. My now black rubber gloved hands pushed into the padded fist mitts, which are then strapped shut and padlocked.

Anaesthetic spray is squirted down my throat and the neck brace is strapped into position. A breathing tube is fed down my throat and the feeding tubes are pushed into my nasal cavity and down into my stomach.

The neck brace is removed, and I can feel the tubes invading my insides.

Just before my most eagerly anticipated part the mouthpiece is slid up the breathing tube and pushed into my mouth. The gag moulds to my teeth and forms a complete, and form fitting layer over my top and bottom rows of teeth. My tongue slides into a cavity in the middle, and then I discover what the liquid does when it enters the gag.

It fills the inside of the gag to make it fill every last gap in my mouth and it sucks my tongue even further into the cavity.

It feels as though it is going to go down my throat but it stops just before it makes me gag.

The final part of my transformation……

Tags: Bondage Pictures, Bondage Story, Bootspup, Gear, helmets, Latex, Medical Restraints, Restraints, Rubber, S&M, Stories, Story
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Community of Bondage – Part 4

October 12, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, BDSM, Gear, Inmate: Boots, Medical Restraints, Rubber, Stories

As promised, here is the continuation of part three, posted yesterday. Sorry this one is a bit short, but you gotta take the rough with the smooth! :P

This is my own original work posted in several other places, including my own personal website, Snoopy’s puppycage, Rubbermen (before it was Rubberzone).

Enjoy!

Part Four

And with that the lights on the stage faded to black and the lights above our heads started flashing once more.

As we all tried to guess where the light would stop, I secretly hoped that it would be me. A fellow captive at the other end was next on the stage, panic was written all over his face as he knew what was in store for him, snot shooting from his nostrils as he tried to get enough oxygen into his lungs.

The Man was similarly built to me, quite chubby in the middle but about 6ft tall. I tried to see more, in order to prepare myself for this impending ordeal, trying to notice anything I might have missed.

Before long 3 more had been modified beyond recognition. The lights faded once more and the lights flicked among us randomly and then started to slow. I had not been lit up this time around which got my heart racing, the last 5 times it shone on me at least 4 or 5 times.

click, click, c l i ck…

The light stops on me!

Tags: Bondage Pictures, Bondage Story, Bootspup, gasmask, Gear, Latex, Medical Restraints, Restraints, Rubber, S&M, Stories, Story
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Community of Bondage – Part 3

October 11, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, BDSM, Gear, Inmate: Boots, Medical Restraints, Rubber, Stories

As promised, here is the continuation of part two, posted yesterday.

This is my own original work posted in several other places, including my own personal website, Snoopy’s puppycage, Rubbermen (before it was Rubberzone).

Enjoy!

Part Three

A clear tube moves down over the slave and the hiss of air was just detectable as the seals met.

The tube begins filling with a thick blue liquid which rises slowly from the floor. Without any air-tubes the slave panics and struggles to free himself, without success.

After about 30 seconds of the liquid being well over the slave’s head, the level goes down and the slave is covered from top to toe in the thick blue goo.

The tube surrounding him rises to expose him to our environment again, as high-pressure water hoses rid the slave of the blue stuff, but to our shock he has no hair!

A mechanical machine then moves down over his head from above and appears to shrink around his head, holding his exhausted body in a vertical position.

His bondage stool falls away and all the slaves on the floor finally get to see how big the plug inside all of us actually is!

Like a large chrome triple headed instrument of torture. That must have taken some work to get it into my virginal arsehole.

“The hair on this slave’s body has been removed by a ‘substance’, which I’m sure you’re all dying to know what it is but even I don’t know. All I do know is that it removes hair, and it doesn’t grow back” said the Master in a, ‘matter of fact’ sort of demeanour.

A tube is connected to the catheter and he is filled with more clear liquid, I can hear his groans from inside the massive solid helmet encasing his head.

A rubber suit is brought out and his now tired legs are forced into their new home. The suit is pulled up his body, gripping his raw, super-clean skin. The fit is extra tight and the two rubber-men struggle to get the suit up to his neck but it fits, contracting the boy’s body, as it just hangs from the machine his head is trapped inside of.

Pieces of armour are placed onto his limbs and torso and stuck into place, systematically encasing him in another toughened layer.

His Cock is pulled out of the suit and encased in another machine that seems to pull viscously on his cock and balls. His genitals snap back out of the machine and they are perfectly covered in rubber with the catheter coming out of the end, the join to the rubber suit is now sealed.

The machine on his head hisses and expands to release him from his fixed bondage. He falls to the floor and is picked up by the two tall rubber-men.

He is bent over a bar and another plug of similar size to the bondage stool is inserted into him. A solid looking piece of armour is placed onto his crotch, holding his Penis, Testicles and Anus captive, the armour locks into position and it looks like there would be no chance of getting this chastity device off.

The next stage would make this even harder. The slave is Lifted onto a metal chair, rather like an electric chair. His already thickly gloved hands are pushed into Padded mitts and are locked in place.

The slave is strapped into the chair and the Master again gets up and says,

“You will all start off like this, but the more trust I have in you, the more freedom I give you when I’m not using you. You will all sleep, eat and drink wearing these suits and I will decide where and when your outfit will change. Last piece of skin to cover up is the head, and I want you all to pay close attention to this”.

A posture collar is fitted, which pushes his chin up, surrounds the slave’s neck and a tube is forced down the boy’s throat to the sound of his gagging.

More tubes are fed down the slave’s nostrils, probably his feeding tubes, A mouthpiece, which looks like a gum shield but with a top and bottom, is slid along the breathing tube and is inserted into the boy’s mouth, another tube from the gag is filled with liquid and the collar is removed.

The man on this stage who was once sitting next to me is looking at me, even though his eyes are black and depersonalised, is it pleasure or pain? Shock or despair?

“And the piece de resistance” the master exclaims, holding up a forbidding looking hood, I see the slave whom I don’t know disappear into a form fitting rubber hood first, which is sealed at the neck to the rubber already covering his body.

Not really knowing him or his face, I wouldn’t know him if he bumped into me on the street tomorrow morning, strangely that wont be happening either as this fate is going to happen to me sooner or later……..

The realisation of what is happening is exciting me and scaring me in equal measure, The second hood has multiple straps and lacing down the back but it also has a Gas mask front with shaded eyepieces and two locks are clicked shut at the back and wires at the side of the hood are tucked in.

NEXT ON THE STAGE IS>>>

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Community of Bondage – Part 2

October 10, 2011 in Asylum Inmates, BDSM, Inmate: Boots, Medical Restraints, Rubber, Stories

As promised, here is the continuation of part one, posted yesterday.

This is my own original work posted in several other places, including my own personal website, Snoopy’s puppycage, Rubbermen (before it was Rubberzone).

Enjoy!

Part Two

I am in a dim room, full of similarly bound men, a quick guess would be 30ish, all perched on what could be termed a bondage stool which held every man very effectively. I got so turned on seeing all these other men trussed up like me, knowing I looked the same.

The bondage stool appears to be a long bar which comes up from the floor and then seems to disappear up your ass, your hands are trapped in steel spheres, connected to the pole and your ankles in manacles.

I felt uncomfortable with the fact that I wasn’t alone, but at the same time, a little relieved that I wasn’t going to be the only one who was clearly going to get abused. Safety in numbers makes sense if you’re a cow in a herd but if you cant move anywhere, let alone anything, the point gets lost as you are unable to make any decisions.

A stage lights up and the two 7ft Rubber-men stand on either end and the ‘Master’ is introduced by an anonymous voice on a tannoy system.

The Master walks on stage through a fog of dry ice and swaggers to the front of the stage. I thought this man loves the theatrical side of things, either that or he loves himself, probably the latter, I thought to myself.

“I am your Master”, he states. “This applies to all of you!” he said in an unrelenting tone.

“And everything else in this room is now my SLAVE!” his stern look across the captive crowd gave me the shivers. He did act like he was in control, and I wasn’t going to argue due to the ball gag strapped in tight.

“The 30 of you on the floor will be prepared in a meticulous fashion, I have decided to entertain myself today by playing a game with all of my new toys” he jested.

“As you might have noticed, you are in bondage and there is no hope of escape…where you think you are, is not where you are!” our master walked the stage like a dictator telling his army off.

“And I seriously doubt that you will be able to see your homes ever again! Think of this as a community…of bondage”

His words hit home when he said we’d never see our homes ever again. I woke up, so to speak, and realised that this isn’t a fantasy come true but a reality which was happening right now.

I began to struggle against my bonds with real vigour and ended up hurting my wrists even more and pushing the plug even further up my arse.

“Everything I need to use is automated with built in safety features so I wont lose any of you in the event of an emergency, we operate only during working hours and you will be unconscious for the remainder of the time” his words didn’t make me feel any better.

“Although you will wonder, time after time if they actually work, ha ha” Master said as an evil grin spread across his face.

“First will be a game of Russian roulette, the light above each of your heads will randomly turn on” his voice changed, and was now more like a game show host.

“The SLAVE under the light will be brought up onto the stage, that’s all I’m going to say for now, and for one of you, you wont get to find out, the rest of you will see your fate to be!” as he finished his well rehearsed talk the lighting system flashes all around to mark the Master’s exit for the time being.

The lights flash for what seems like a minute, and as the randomness slows down to indicate a stop, it flashes on me for a scarily long time and the guy I’m next to is lit up.

I see the fear in his eyes. I relax in certain terms, well how relaxed can you be in this position?

The guy next to me moves away in a silent glide, as I notice he is on a track, which transports him up to the stage and in front of the master, and in view of the whole slave filled floor.

He is turned to face us. The two 7 foot rubbermen walk up to him and whilst one removes the head harness the other puts contact lenses into his eyes and then he puts a catheter down into his cock.

The rubber-men move back to reveal his black eyes. The slave is stunned into silence.

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