Would Love To Wear That Even In Summer

Would make IT the dame. Must be a great Feeling to be in a drysuit with a downsuit in top.

Down suit over drysuit over full waterproofs over PVC pants…Yeah.

And the heater was ON.

Would love to wear that belt

So würde ich mich auch wohl fühlen

Nice way to spend a weekend

How would a canoeist cope if he were abducted and made to wear a heavy rubber drysuit over his canoeing gear for the next eight hours on a nice sunny day?

One could speculate endlessly, but there is really only one way to find out.

I would Take The small Metal

Hey slave choose your size and let me your keyholder🔐

The final test

The trainee drone had a feeling this was an important dive. He had been sent out to one of the deeper sections of the training ground together with the most senior alpha drone.

An alpha drone is not a controller, but they are permitted some autonomy. One of the priveleges of the rank is that they are allowed to choose which of the trainee drones they would like to take to examine during the drone’s final assessment.

As the drone sat on the dock he pondered the last six challenging days. Drones come from a very special group of men who have a deep rubber fetish, who are turned on by dive gear and are competent divers. The drone had worked really hard to get to where he was today.

The reason that drones are chosen from this pool of men is so that they will join a very elite, tightly bound and close brotherhood. The shared love of rubber, bondage, diving and diving gear helps the drones closely bond.

The whole week is designed to test the drones mental, physical and sexual limits. Upon arrival at the drone training facility drones are given strict instructions that they must not cum without permission during their training.

During the week drones are subjected to various challenges to test them and weed out weaker candidates. Discipline is also tested, drones are secretely continuously monitored to ensure that they do not cum without permission the whole week. This loyalty is tested by constantly exposing the drones to new stimulus which will turn them on and make them horny.

This is rubberscotty before he is allowed to sleep one evening. Poppers are administered and he is edged for several hours before being hooked up to oxygen and allowed to sleep for 5 hours. Cumming during these sessions would result in instant discharge from the program and would mean that the drone may never again apply for the drone brotherhood. Drones are edged to extreme levels during these sessions and it is only the rare and obedient exceptions who make it past this gruelling test.

Sleeping accomodations is always in full rubber, and breathing pure oxygen to help the drones desaturate and also remain horny.

Back on the dock final checks were made and rubberscotty entered the water.

As he entered the water he met with the alpha drone and they proceeded together down to 43m. The drones normally breath trimix at these depths to limit the effects of nitrogen narcosis and ensure they can perform at 100% of their capacity. However, on the final assessment dives, drones breath normal air. This increases the level of narcosis they feel and further tests their limits.

The alpha drone switched Rubberscotty to breath from his bail out bottle. The gague showed only a few bar remaining, at these depths that would give very little breathing time. Instantly rubberscotty felt the effects of poppers and realized that the bailout bottle contained something other than air. His heart began to race and a warm feeling coursed through his body. He entered the drone mind space, he felt the regulator push air into his lungs as he stared into the alpha drones faceplate. His dick, went instantly hard. In his mind flashed back all of the events of the previous week. The training, the edging, the sexual torture and the pride he felt at getting so far.

Then the command came. CUM NOW DRONE.

Rubberscotty knew he would only have a few seconds of air remaining. The effects of the narcosis and the poppers made him feel animalistic. He was covered in rubber, horny as hell and facing his ultimate test. His whole world was rubber and diving.

He knew he had to cum before the air in his bail out runs out and before he passes out in order to graduate from the drone program.

Instantly rubberscotty fell to his knees, the alpha drone watching from above. Rubberscotty started to wank himselfthe best he could through the thick suit and gloves. He could feel his horniness building, but then suddenly his air stopped. How could it run out already he thought?

The fact that rubberscotty had been selected for this program was no accident. This final test is a final proof of a drones worthiness and ability to cope under pressure… And a measure of the drone’s pervertedness. The air running out would make normal men panic, but it only made the drone even more horny. He loved thethought of his predicament 43m under the lake surface. He gasped for air but nothing came. Narcosis made him foggy. Poppers still coursing through his veins, right on the edge of consciousness the drones body buckled and he pumped load after load into his suit. His orgasm was long and the whole time he was gasping for air. After he came he fell to the floor, looking up at the alpha drone. He was exhausted and almost passing out.

Just before he passed out he heard the alpha report simply “rubberscotty has completed the final test”. Trimix rushed into the drones helmet and the drone gulped it in. The underwater world became clearer and the drone sighed deeply and smiled. He made it.

After a few minutes passed, the alpha drone ordered rubberscotty to his feet. “You will be known from now on as drone RS82”. RS82 managed to whisper “acknowledged” and the two drones began walking back up to the training center.

Oxygen levels in RS82’s breathing gas were gradually increased as the drone ascended to aid decompression.

Finally the drone surfaced, his equipment slowly removed.

RS82 held his head in his rubber gloves, he felt exhausted, spent, but so happy and proud to join the collective.

Would you like to hear more of RS82’s adventures? Please reblog this story and let me know. 👌

Interessante Studie. ;)

Es klang so gut:

„Testpersonen gesucht!

Wenn Du Dich für den medizinischen Fortschritt begeisterst, wenn Du bereit bist, das Besondere zu tun, dann bist Du bei uns richtig!

Du wirst 2 Wochen in unserer Klinik an Medikamententests für ein neuartiges Lungenpräparat teilnehmen. Wir garantieren Dir eine mindestens 6-monatige Nachsorge durch uns.

Für die Zeit in der Klinik zahlen wir Dir pro Woche 2000 €. Für die Zeit der Nachsorge bekommst Du ein kleines Apartment in der Stadt gestellt und monatlich 750 € Aufwandentschädigung. Nach dem Klinikaufenthalt kannst Du zum Beispiel Dein Studium ganz normal fortsetzen.

Besondere Voraussetzungen: Keine!“

Natürlich habe ich mich gemeldet. Natürlich habe ich das Kleingedruckte nur kurz überflogen. Aber 6.500 € für lau, Wohnung wird gestellt und keine Bewegungseinschränkungen, Geil.

Gegen Ende der Semesterferien ging es los. In der Klinik kam ich in ein Isolierzimmer. Sie testen ein Gasgemisch für Lungenpatienten. Kam eine Arzt oder eine Schwester ins Zimmer, trugen sie einen Schutzanzug mit eigener Sauerstoffversorgung. Meist haben wir sowieso über Bildschirm kommuniziert. Die 2 Wochen habe ich ohne Probleme überstanden. Manchmal war es etwas langweilig, aber da habe ich mir gesagt: Hey, 6.500€ und eine kostenlose Wohnung!

Am Tag der Entlassung aus der Klinik kam dann der Hammer. Die bisherigen Ergebnisse seien sehr vielversprechend. Die müssen Wir in der anschließenden Langzeitstudie die kommenden 6 Monate weiter beobachten. Dazu ist es notwendig, dass ich weiter dieses bestimmte Gasgemisch atme. Im Apartment ist es kein Problem, da dort diese medizinische Atmosphäre herrscht. Nur wenn ich das Apartment verlasse, muss ich diesen Anzug tragen! Bitte?  Einmal um den Test nicht zu gefährden und Wichtig! wenn ich jetzt auf einmal der normalen Außenluft ausgesetzt werde, kommt es zu akutem Lungenversagen. Stand alles im Kleingedruckten.

Der Anzug ist so konzipiert, dass ich bis zu 10 Stunden autark draußen unterwegs sein kann. So lange reicht das Gasgemisch. Außerdem kann ich eine Nährflüssigkeit unterwegs zu mir nehmen. Ich soll ja nicht verhungern oder verdursten. An die „Abfallversorgung“ ist auch gedacht.

Also, ich werde mich frei draußen bewegen können, in einen Anzug, in dem ich aussehe, wie ein Alien, ich bekomme Flüssignahrung und mein Geschäft mache ich in die Hose. Den Scheiß trage ich dann den ganzen Tag mit mir rum, Super!

Essen und Trinken kann ich im Apartment alles, wie bisher, außer Alkohol. Besuch kann ich nur in separaten Räumen empfangen, ich natürlich im Anzug!

Das Liebesspiel beschrenkt sich auf Handbetrieb, Do It Your Self.

Die erste Zeit war es mir sehr unangenehm, so unter die Leute zu gehen. Aber du musst ja mal was zu Essen besorgen. Du musst mal raus, unter Menschen sein.

Meine direkte Umgebung hat sich an meinen eigenartigen Aufzug gewöhnt.  An der Uni läuft es ganz gut. Und sonst, was gehen mich fremden Leute an.

Ja, ich habe mich an alles gewöhnt. Den Anzug, die Windeln, die Nährlösung und die Leute, die mich anstarren, als käme ich von einem anderen Planeten.

Jetzt kam die Anfrage, ob ich die Studie um weitere 6 Monate verlängern möchte. Sie würden dann das Doppelt zahlen.

Wenn Euch also einer z.B. am Leergutautomaten oder sonst wo in der Stadt in einem schweren Gummianzug begegnet, das bin Ich.

PS: Abends gehe ich manchmal in einen Fetish-Club, da falle ich nicht weiter auf.

Currently seeking a newbie who wants to be owned and put in Chasity…dm with respect if you’re interested