Would Love To Wear That Belt

You'll sit there until you do as I told you.

Where can i sign? 😅

the warehouse

i took a job at a special warehouse. this is the place where they keep all the worst stuff. stuff that will kill you and everyone else instantly if it gets out. at the start of each shift, i file into the locker room with the rest of the warehouse workers. there we strip naked and are fitted with the thick diapers before we don our full body spacesuits. we'll wear these suits for the entire twelve-hour shift. that's assuming the foreman lets us off after twelve hours. sometimes there needs to be overtime. the diapers and air tanks are both good for more than 48 hours. sometimes we can stay sealed up in their suits for days at a time.

once we're sealed up in our suits, the workers head over to the office complex to get the days assignments. the office workers are kept at a safe distance from the warehouse ... they don't have to wear heavy spaesuits all day. the boss lady gives me my assigned tasks. i'm pissing into my diaper already as she speaks to me.

now it's on to the warehouse. we spend the day checking crates. sometimes the crates need to be hosed down with special sealants to keep them contained. there's no breathable air in the warehouse, and it's super cold. if a worker ever unsealed his spacesuit, he'd die quickly.

halfway through the day it's lunchtime. the warehouse workers aren't allowed to remove their spacesuits for any reason, not even meals. we have to stay sealed up in our spacesuits. we can nibble on protien bars in our helmets, and we have a supply of fresh water in our backpacks. still, sometimes it's nice to head over to the caffeteria to be with the normal workers, even if we're not allowed to unseal our spacesuits. first they have to decomtaminate, and then they can take a short break from the warehouse.

after lunch it's time to inspect the new arrivals and move them into position. sometimes by hand, and sometimes with the forklift.

just because you're stuck in a spacesuit doesn't mean you can't have some fun though. sometimes there's time for a trolley race.

wasn't there something on this pallet a few minutes ago?

after lunch i knew right away that i wasn't going to make it to the end of the day without defecating in my suit. i was really hoping i would, but the diaper can handle it anyway. it's well known that when a worker "assumes the position" that he's pooping in his spacesuit. it's not like there's a bathroom stall, so we just squat down whereever we happen to be in the warehouse.

toward the end of the shift it's time to disenfect the loading dock and vehicles that brought the deliveries. not too many workers make it this far in the day with a dry diaper, but the sound of the gushing water and the warm wetness splashing their spacesuits makes even the hardiest worker lose control. as they flood the parking garage with disenfectant, they flood their diapers with warm pee too.

the shift lasts sixteen hours this time. there's an usually long lineup for the showers, so I decide to just clean up at home. i add more pee to my diaper as i ride the bus home. i can't remove the spacesuit without help, but my roommate will be around, and i have some diapers at home so he can help me suit-up in the morning too. i stop at a local grocer and grab some supper from the deli before walking the rest of the way home.

i see my house ahead. it's gonna feel so great to get out of this heavy spacesuit and have a long shower. when i get home though, the house is dark. my roommate isn't home. i can't take this spacesuit off by myself. i'm stuck in this suit until i go back to work tomorrow. i watch some tv. i've long since lost count of how often i've peed into this diaper. i add some more while watching the tv.

it's time for bed. need to get to bed early so i can get up early and get to the warehouse for a fresh diaper before starting my next shift. with nothing else to do i go into the bathroom, but it's kind of pointless. i'm forced to squat down and empty my bowels into my spacesuit again.

and then early to bed. i need to be at the warehouse early to get cleaned up and get a fresh diaper before my next shift starts.

Recent session, got to try segufix, hog ties, two straitjackets and plenty of belts, milked 4 times as well ;)

Being kept like that seems great

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

Part two: The cycle of the intense bondage doing it’s work on @boundtobounds Desperate for release his mind is going through the cycles of heavy long term bondage quickly and powerfully.  Horny, content, REALLY horny, wanting out, NEEDING out! So hot to watch a real bondage boy get some real bondage! 

Oh boy! Little faggot is looking fantastic in his new suit! You better get used to wearing thick rubber and being chained 24/7. I’ll make sure you will forget your past pretty quickly and adjust to your new life in no time.

The leather muzzle will be only removed when your master needs quick relief or it’s feeding time. Your food will be placed on a bowl and you’ll be eating it like a dog on the floor.

The more you resist, the worse it gets. Pain and suffering will be your constant companion and when you accept that, it will get easier. But don’t worry - I will guide you through the transformation and turn you into a good rubber slave eventually. Now let’s remove the muzzle and see how deep your throat is!

After arriving back from a rainy walk, young uni student Martin had decided to go along with his roommate’s dare to see if he could escape from bondage. But now as he sat alone in the room, unable to move, see or speak, he was really starting to regret going along with it.

His roommate had unexpectedly said goodbye to him and gone out for a while, leaving him tied to his computer chair with his jacket hood up over his face. The heating was on, which didn’t do him any favours in the warm, puffy jackets. One of them he’d worn out in the rain, and the other one he was being made to wear backwards with the hood up. He was beginning to sweat inside them now as he struggled desperately and grunted into his tape gag. Why the hell did I let him tie me up?, he asked himself. His breathing was becoming more and more laboured underneath the thick hood that collapsed and expanded with each breath.

He wouldn’t be able to bear it for much longer. His high pitched moans went unheard in the deserted university halls. It was Saturday evening; everyone was at the university Freshers’ Party. Apart from him and his roommate of course. Suddenly he heard the door go, and he stopped struggling now that he thought he was about to be released. The door closed, and a bag of shopping was put down.

“Well, what do we have here. You’ve not escaped yet?”.

“Mmmpphh”, grunted Martin, shaking his sweaty head.

His roommate chuckled. He came up behind the chair and wrapped his arms round Martin. “Oh Martin, Martin, Martin…”. He ran his hands slowly up and down the jacket as if enjoying the feel of it. “Thought you’d have escaped by now…!”. He swivelled his captive roommate round toward the bed, and then sat down on it, slipping off his shoes. He rested against the wall and put his feet up on Martin’s legs.

“Mmmmpphh”. Martin wanted to be let out, but had no proper way of expressing this of course.

His roommate slipped his feet under his jacket and began to wiggle his toes to tickle his stomach. He knew where his ticklish spots were from playfully tickling him before. And sure enough, a shocked high pitched noise and some struggling ensued. He began to giggle and pull on the ropes holding him to the chair. His quiet giggles gave way to loud but muffled guffaws as he could hold back his reactions no more.

His roommate stood up, amused at his predicament, and sat on his lap facing him. Moving his face close to his, he taunted, “You didn’t really think I was gonna let you out did you?”. Grinning devilishly, he slipped his hands underneath the jacket and very slowly ran his fingers up and down his sensitive chest. Martin’s breathing began to speed up, as he knew what was coming. The speed and pressure of the strokes was increased gradually. Martin just wanted him to get it over and done with.

“Mmmph”.

His roommate began to properly tickle him now, digging his fingers in to heighten the torment.

“MMMPH! MMMMPPHHH! MMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!!”, shrieked Martin.

He bucked around in the chair uncontrollably, held down tight by the ropes. His roommate sniggered at him, enjoying playfully controlling and humiliating him. He was tickled intensely for what seemed like an eternity, the fingers roving around all of his stomach and his sides for maximum effect. For a moment, his very sensitive nipples were tickled. Even though he wanted it to stop, in a sublime way it felt nice. Then the tickling stopped. He breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly he released a cry of pain as his nipples were twisted harshly.

“Nipple cripple!”, exclaimed his roommate. 

“MMMMMMPPHH”, he shook his head helplessly in protest.

His roommate let go and strode across the room. He fished around in his bag. “You do know this is going on YouTube?”.

Martin released a long moan of despair. He heard his roommate come back toward him; he had no idea what was going to happen next at any given moment. He grunted hopelessly as he felt his roommate’s hands moving up his chest again. He felt a sharp jab of pain as a clothes peg was clamped over his nipple, and shortly after that his other nipple was clamped too.

“Mmmmmpphhhh”, he moaned as he struggled, feeling his nipples hurt with every movement. There was nothing he could do about it.

His roommate chuckled before turning the camera off a few moments later. Again Martin heard him fish around in his bag for something. “Aha”, he said as he found whatever it was he was looking for. Martin heard a buzzing sound. What’s that?, he thought. Then he felt his fly being undone. Oh no, he thought. What the hell is he doing?? His pants were lifted, and a vibrating object was placed inside them. There was an instant reaction; he moaned loudly. His fly was done back up, pressing the vibrating object against him even harder. 

He felt his socks being pulled off and a moment later the hood was slid off a little, but only enough for his roommate to place his sweaty sock inside it. As the hood was pulled up again, trapping the smelly sock against his nose, he shook his head, his muffled protests emanating from beneath the hood. He felt fingertips on the bottom of his feet. Knowing there was nothing he could do or say, he simply braced himself for the inevitable tickling. He struggled desperately as it started again. The vibration down below and the tickling made for a strange, intense combination. 

To his surprise he was beginning to accept his helpless position and perhaps even enjoy the sensations…

What happens to poor, pranked Martin next…? What other torment is inflicted upon him?