Oh god, what a suit!

The suit was amazing. It’d been languishing in a dark corner of that fetish shop for he didn’t know how long. He’d not even noticed it the first few times he’d visited and when he had it’d looked just like any other rubber full coverage catsuit, but then, he’d looked at it properly.

From that point on it became an obsession. It was unlike any catsuit he’d ever seen. Slick black rubber with toe socks, gloves and a hood. “Property of Master Q” on the left hand side of the chest over where the wearer’s heart would be and on the back of the head a large, silver number four.

But that wasn’t what intrigued him. What made him return to that shop at least three times a week just to look at it? It was so highly polished it almost shone but even that wasn’t the most gripping thing about it. The front and back were flawless rubber. The whole suit was seamless. Normal suits he’d looked at before with hoods, gloves and feet always had them as separate items that’d been glued on. This one, they were part of the suit from the start but even that wasn’t the most interesting thing about it.

There didn’t seem to be any way in. There was no zip, no flap or slit in which to climb into it. God, what it must feel like to be in that suit. Zips had always been a bugbear for him. Something that reduced the comfort and stopped you from moving in certain ways because it dug into the back, reduced your flexibility.

He began to dream about that suit, being in it. It became an compulsion, forcing him to pop into that fetish shop several times a week on the way home from work. He’d always use the pretence of buying some small trinket, a bottle of lube here, a butt plug there just to give him the excuse to lurk in that dark corner, feeling it, examining it.

On the third week he finally plucked up the courage to feel inside the mouth. It felt slick, smooth and slippery as if it’d already been pre-lubed! Then he examined the cock and ball sheath, again, a part of the suit rather than a glued on addition.

There was a more rigid thing in that, a tube that was obviously designed to fit down the urethra to allow the occupant to piss. The feet had two small tubes on the heal and there was also a slightly larger tube at the top of the head. He could only guess that that was for cleaning when someone was in it for an extended time but how the hell would someone get into it?

Finally, at the end of the fourth week, he gave the mouth hole an experimental tug. It stretched. He pulled some more and it stretched even more, no resistance. Could that be it? Stretch the mouth open and climb in through that?

“Oh, my god that’s hot.”

He loitered, keeping one eye on the suit and one on the shop assistant. Eventually the assistant went into the back to collect something for a customer and he made his move, grabbing the suit off the hanger, he bundled it up and rushed to the changing room.

The moment the curtain was closed he stripped naked and sat on the chair. He pulled the mouth wide, plunging both feet in. The neck expanded to accommodate his legs with little resistance as he stroked the legs up and then eased his feet into the socks. Even that was easy. Normally it was a real struggle to get your feet in these things but this suit…

God it felt good.

The moment his second foot was in, he began easing it up his body expecting a real struggle but the head and neck continued to expand and before he knew it, it was time to put his arms in. Again, they slid in with no resistance.

Finally, he pulled the hood over his head and he was in. He stared at himself in that mirror for half an hour taking every pose imaginable, many that would’ve been uncomfortable in a normal suit because of the zip. He loved it!

Then, the final step. The cock and ball sheath.

“Why not?” He eased it over his balls and guided his cock onto the tube. Even that slid in with ease, even though by now he had a full on erection.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the partition of the changing room.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Shit… Oh… No, thanks, I’m fine.”

“If you like, you could try the rest, you know. You’re not the first to try that suit on.”

“Bloody hell! There’s more?!”

“Of course, sir. But you may need to wait an hour or two for me to collect together the rest. Come on through to the back.”

“God, thanks. The longer I’m in this the better, I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

“Yes, sir. That’s often the reaction. Many can’t spare the time though but if you can, more than welcome.”

He opened the curtain to see the assistant grinning at him. “Even I’ve tried it on, sir. I know how good it feels.”

The assistant led him to the back of the shop. Shelves piled high with everything fetish he’d ever dreamed of and in the corner, a large wooden bondage chair.

He pointed at it. “As I might be waiting… Fancy protecting your stock from me by putting me in that?”

The assistant laughed. “Good way to put it. I’ve not heard them request it like that before. Come on, let’s get you secured then.”

The chair was a mass of leather straps but it didn’t take long for him to be rendered utterly immobile. Even his head was strapped back against the head rest so tightly he couldn’t move an inch. The assistant left the room.

Bondage heaven. A suit that felt like no other, a chair to hold him securely. His cock of course responded with the hardest hard on he’d never been able to reach.

He didn’t know how long he waited. Half an hour? Three hours? All sense of time in that chair was lost but eventually the assistant reappeared in his line of sight carrying a bag.

“I should warn you, the next parts of the suit may be a little uncomfortable to put on. The suit is designed to be utterly isolated from the outside world. Not a hint of skin, no air, nothing but solid rubber and for that, I’m going to have to get you tubed up.”

“What do you”

Before he’d even managed to complete the sentence, the assistant placed a wire brace in his mouth and begun cranking it wide.

“o! o a oo ooin?!”

“Trust me, sir. This is all part of the suit.”

The assistant squirted something deep down his throat and then reached into the bag to produce a pair of thin tubes which he began pushing up his nose. God it stung, but he continued until he was satisfied they were in far enough. Then he reached in to the back of his throat, hooked the tubes with his finger and pulled them to the front.

Next, a thicker tube.

“Once this is in, you’ll be nothing but a mute rubber object until they’re removed. This tube will connect to the nose tubes and go down your windpipe, bypassing your vocal chords. You won’t even be able to groan once this is in. Shake your head if you don’t want it.”

He was strapped in so tightly it was impossible but the thought of it…Even if he could have shaken it, he wouldn’t have. God, he wanted it right now.

The assistant chuckled. “I can see from your cock you want it.” he fixed the two tubes he’d hooked from the back of the throat to the thicker one and began to carefully feed it down.

God this was weird, not even a gag, no sensation at all as it went down his windpipe.

“I can see it in your eyes, you were expecting to be puking but I numbed your throat with that spray. Don’t worry, it’ll be hours before that wears off.”

That tube was in place in no time. He pulled the nose tubes out a little so there was no slack at the back of the throat and then pulled out another tube.

“This one’s your feeding tube that goes down into your stomach.”

That was placed too. Still no sensation.

The assistant then pulled out a strange… thing and began threading it on the feeding tube.

“This gag’s special. It has a sleeve for your tongue to fit into so you’ll be wanting to stick your tongue out now. I’ll put it on and when it’s in place I’ll remove the mouth brace.”

Oh god, this got better and better. Even the tongue enclosed in rubber, the whole mouth by the look of that thing. He stuck his tongue out eagerly. The gag slid on and into place and the brace was loosened and removed.

Next, the assistant pulled aside the eye holes and shoved a couple of earplugs in and finally he held up some goggles bordered by rubber. There was no strap, he just slid them under the mask over the eyes.

“For the final bit, I need to release you from the chair. I’ll lead you into the next room, there’s a mirrored wall there so you can admire yourself if you like.”

His hands unstrapped, before anything else was done, the assistant returned with a laptop. He placed it in front of his subject.

“How do you feel? This is your only means of communication now until you’re out of all that.”

He reached for the keyboard and began to type.

“Oh god, this is so hot. I love it. I never want out!”

The rest of the straps were undone and the assistant led him to the next room with the mirror.

“Enjoy.”

God he looked hot! He posed, he caressed himself, he walked around.

As he did so, the suit seemed to settle even more onto his body. It began to feel tighter too. The cock sheath compressed his cock but at the same time, the suit gripped the base of it above the cock and balls more firmly and everything began to feel better and better with every second.

The assistant returned with the laptop.

“How does it feel?”

He began to type again. “Oh god, it’s hot. I love it.”

“Good. Good.”

The assistant left again.

He was just about to reach down to pleasure himself when, suddenly, the suit froze solid.

All flexibility, gone. It was more rigid than concrete. He couldn’t move an inch.

The assistant stood in front of him again.

“Your wish is granted. You may have noticed the suit beginning to feel a little tighter. This room contains UV lamps and the suite is designed to cure in ultraviolet light. What does that mean? Quite simple really. All that elasticity you needed to get into it, stretching the mouth? Gone.”

He stared at the assistant in shock.

“This suite is a brand new material designed by my Master. It’s based on a graphene composite. Thousands of layers of it all blended together in such a way that the graphene slides easily against itself. Expose it to UV and molecular bonds begin to form. It is now utterly impossible to remove that catsuit and as it’s made of graphene it’s even impossible to cut it off, number four. Higher intensity light causes the rigidity you are now experiencing but that’s temporary. It just allows me to finish you off. Make all your tubing permanent and insert the final addition.”

He held up a butt plug, again bordered by rubber at the top. It looked huge.

Again a squirt of something, this time up the arse. Then, pressure, a lot of pressure and a sudden “pop”.

The assistant left the room again and returned with what could only be described as a sealant gun. He inserted the end in something the captive couldn’t see and began pushing the plunger. A pressure in the throat. Then again, more pressure further up the throat. And again. More pressure.

Finally, one last time and the gag began to fill. To press against the inside of his mouth. Every inch of his being was now rubbered inside and out. The pressure locked his tongue in place and began to harden. The gag was permanent too now. He could sense it. It was far to big to remove.

The assistant began to tidy things up. He slid some nose plugs up the nose tubes until they were securely in place and again, using the sealant tube, glued the plugs to the outside of the suit and the inside of the plugs to the tubes. The tube through the gag was also sealed in the same way along with the goggles and a little manipulation behind. Then with a few deft swipes of a pallet knife, all the tubing was cut and a cap placed on the end of the mouth tube.

“Just a sec… I’ll just get the laptop. I suppose you’ve got a few choice words to say to me now.”

The assistant left the room and suddenly, the suit relaxed. He could move again!

He began to stretch a little as the assistant returned holding up the laptop.

“What the hell have you done!?” he typed.

“I told you. You see the writing above your heart. The suit and now you are the property of my Master. You’ll be shipped to his compound to begin your service within the week. You’re in that suit permanently! You did ask for it.”

“But my life!”

“You have no life now that doesn’t involve pleasing Master Q, number four.”

“Number 4?”

“That is your name. It’s right on the back of your head there for all to see. You won’t be alone, you’ll have three slave brothers to keep you company. Of course, you’ll have no means of communication with them unless the Master permits it but you’ll learn to get to know them eventually anyway. You’ll love it, trust me. You’ll never be out of bondage. The suit can be immobilised at the push of a button when UV is nearby and every room in my Master’s has that.”

His fingers began to shake as they typed “I want out! Let me out of this thing!”

“The suit you’re in can’t be taken off now. It is absolutely permanent, nothing can get it off. Solvents? Nope. Cutting? It’s graphene. As strong as diamond where that’s concerned but much more flexible. It won’t degrade like latex, it won’t tear. I’ll give you one final choice before we ship you home. Get packed away now or become a display for the shop for a couple of days until it’s time?”

“But...”

“Ah, what about the other concerns? Fingernails? Toenails? Hair? I can guess, you’re not the first after all. I did say you’ll be joining numbers one to three too. You’ll be treated with a solution once a week that will totally strip the outer layer of your skin, killing all bacteria, viruses and fungal spores within the suit at the same time as stripping your hair. The suit will begin to feel like a second skin once the hair’s off. It’ll also dissolve your nails. Oh, and don’t worry about shitting either. The core of the plug is removable. You’ll be flushed out at regular intervals.”

Before he could react to this news the assistant rushed out of the room, flicked a switch and again, the suit became rigid.

The assistant poked his head around the door, “You didn’t answer that question so I’ll make the choice for you. Display model for two days, then packed and shipped. Ah yes, one last thing.” The assistant pointed a fob at the new slave and pushed the button.

There was a searing pain in his ears as something sharp lanced into them from the ear plugs.

“Those earplugs are now embedded into your ears using barbs. They’ll heal quickly enough don’t worry but they can never be removed either. From now on the only voices you’ll hear are those with microphones like this one.”

* * * * *

Slave Alpha left the back room with a grin, grabbed a package from a back shelf and began opening it as he walked back onto the shop floor.

He walked to that dark corner and pulled out the contents, hanging up a suit.

A perfect rubber suit with “Property of Master Q” above the heart and a large number 5 on the back of the head.