by rubberpigobject
It was barely half an hour after opening when he showed up again. The generally likable but apparently needy bondage fiend that preferred only to be known as The Thing.
Everyone at the shop either had met The Thing or at least knew of it and its reputation. Most of the employees had never spoken with The Thing and it was suspected that only a few actually knew what it looked like out of gear, which was something of a rarity as it always showed up in full head to toe rubber. And more often than not lately, it was even showing up already gagged. No one knew where it lived nor how it got itself to the shop. Did it ride transit in full gear? Maybe not, considering how often it showed up, and it was assumed that anyone regularly riding the bus or trains would eventually become something of a local talking point. Did it drive or walk to the shop? Taxi? Did it go out in public with street clothes over its rubber and ditch them all before stepping through the doors?
By the time the questions started floating around, its appearances and polite requests and offers to model the bondage gear and equipment had become so routine that once it showed up, it would automatically be put into some kind of bondage somewhere in the shop. At first it used to ask for one item or another; a straitjacket one day, a cage another day but its usual favorite was to be in a sleep sack. Several of the employees even began planning and devising various types of bondage and scenes for themselves to enjoy as well its own fun. And in fact, it spent so much time at the shop that many questioned whether or not it had a job. How could it stay at the shop all day long so often? It didn’t hurt either that The Thing was amazingly easy to keep around in bondage as it somehow required no care whatsoever. It never complained or asked for anything to be adjusted, it never requested anything other than to be in bondage and it never needed a break, not even for the restroom. The Thing made it all too easy for the employees to “set it and forget it” as the joke became the mantra. They could just put The Thing in some kind of bondage and never have to think about it again until they either wanted to do something else with it, or it was time to close the shop and send it on its way.
Another part of the deal that helped grease the wheels was that The Thing had spent a fair amount of money at the shop, always in cash and giving no hint at its identity, and along with its affable nature, the employees generally didn’t mind indulging its seemingly insatiable need for bondage.
There were one or two who felt like The Thing was taking advantage of them by coming in for “free bondage” while others wondered or worried that it was alone and possibly lonely. There was even a suspicion that perhaps it was an owned slave and its master would drop it off at the shop, treating the place like adult day care.
But for the employees who got the most enjoyment, or who could tolerate tying up The Thing the most, they just viewed the situation as a serious bondage pervert who couldn’t get enough of it. And it always seemed to help the sales numbers on more days when it was there “modeling” something than when it wasn’t around. Everybody won.
The Thing had arrived just barely half an hour after opening that day and the timing couldn’t have been better as the holiday weekend had brought many visitors to town and all the kinksters were making their pilgrimage to the shop. Two employees had just finished sealing up the fully encased rubber Thing in a thick rubber sleep sack and finishing it off with the addition of a fully tubed hood with a built in inflatable gag. It only took a few more minutes to strap The Thing into a leather sleep sack harness and then it was hoisted high in the air up to the ceiling where it was both conspicuously on display for the out of town shoppers, and out of the way as well.
The shop was flooded with excited and hungry kinky shoppers who were all too ready to give their money away and the flow of people through the store barely slowed at all for the entire day. The Thing loved it, it was in pig heaven as it was hanging high above the controlled chaos of kinky shoppers. It was warm up near the ceiling and it could feel itself sweating profusely at times but it wasn’t complaining, in fact it liked that kind of suffering. It liked being anonymized and objectified and suffering while people lived and did their own things all around it, while it was stuck in bondage and ignored more often than not. At times it would occasionally hear part of some comment that told it someone had spotted it hanging there. It really loved hearing when people tried to guess whether or not he was a dummy or a sleep sack and hood which were just stuffed with paper or something for display. Sometimes The Thing would hold itself as still as possible to not give away its secret, and at other times it would shift its body just enough until it heard the excited gasps and surprise of the customers.
Other than occasionally hearing customers mentioning The Thing that was silently suspended high above the sales floor, the employees never gave it a second thought. It was so customary that it was there, and so utterly low maintenance, that it was easy to forget about, and with all the business that day, that’s exactly what happened. They forgot about it.
The employees were beat from the day’s nearly nonstop business and most of them were itching to run off to many of the weekend’s parties, it’s understandable how easily such a low maintenance object like The Thing could have been overlooked.
For The Thing itself, it spent much of the day hearing the din beneath it as white noise which just left it continually drift off into nothingness. It dozed or zone-out off and on all day and by the time the store had quieted down and closed, The Thing was thoroughly in another head space and oblivious to anything around it. In fact it was often shaken out of a trance when someone came along to free it and send it home but that didn’t happen that fateful night. No one came for The Thing, the crew who closed the shop weren’t the same employees who opened and strung The Thing up to the ceiling that morning and since The Thing was so low maintenance, it was just… never noticed.
But even the most fervent bondage pigs need to take a break and move again and the aching stiffness in The Thing’s muscles won the contest and pulled The Thing out of its head space rather startlingly. It was odd that The Thing would wake up so suddenly, and it wondered if something had indeed just woken it up instead of its aching body. At first it was confused and disoriented having almost forgotten where it had been for the entire day, a good twelve or thirteen hours unbeknownst to it. With its usual need to not further impose itself upon the employees, it just tried flexing its body but otherwise remained quiet as it strained to hear anything from around the store. It wasn’t uncommon for their to be lulls throughout the day but The Thing couldn’t quite reconcile the stiffness in its body with the idea that suddenly, such a busy day had morphed into such a silent lull.
It waited and waited while hoping to hear something, anything to suggest that there were still people in the store. The beeps from the cash register, conversation between employees, the sounds of merchandise being restocked or an excited customer. But eventually The Thing began to slowly realize and fear that perhaps the store was empty this time. It hung there in its inclined position with its legs pulled up behind it, struggling with itself as to whether or not it should, for the first time, try to get someone’s attention so it could be let down. It had to be late, the pressure in The Thing’s bladder told it that much. Was someone still around and just not on the sales floor? Eventually it couldn’t take it anymore and it tentatively grunted, just once. When nothing happened, it admitted that it had been a weak grunt, it despised the idea of adding that kind of neediness to its bondage-needy reputation. It grunted again much more loudly and the motion caused by his effort caused it to sway just enough that some loose piece of chain above it jingled a bit, but that was all The Thing heard.
It grunted a few more times, its jaw was aching from the inflatable gag that one of the employees took pleasure out of by inflating it until The Thing reflexively grunted when it became too much. The unseen employee only then backed it off just the tiniest amount, the least that he could while keeping The Thing’s mouth stretched and filled as much as possible. But each time it grunted or tried calling out for help, it was only greeted with deafening silence. It had to admit it, it had been ignored and forgotten which even though The Thing was quickly becoming too uncomfortable, it had to admit that finally… it had gotten what it wanted. At least in one aspect. It had longed to be treated like an object so much, that it could actually be forgotten while in its storage or bondage and now, here it was, just like that. And it wasn’t sure it was ready for that particular fantasy to be fulfilled just yet.
But it had no choice and as its worry and anxiety grew along with the aching in its muscles, so too did its horny libido grow. The butt plug in its ass (it almost always showed up with a plug up its ass) began more and more to feel like it was trying to fuck that hole as The Thing’s squirming, humping and thrusting grew in its intensity. But at one point The Thing had become so horned up and out of control with yet another full body orgasm, that it thought it heard a troubling sound. Or was it just the chains shifting again now that it had settled down? Now that it thought about its suspension, it didn’t really know how sturdy everything was. Surely what with the frequent “store demos” that took place, the bondage and especially suspension points would be extra safe and strong right? But what about the leather sleep sack harness?
Back and forth its mind feared falling but then reminded itself of just exactly where it was and what it was trapped in. Everything was built to last. But still… being tired and left alone, hooded and blinded, gagged, compressed and immobilized and suspended in mid air took its toll on The Thing’s renowned stamina. What time was it even? How long ago did everyone leave? It felt late at least. But the aching in its muscles, bladder and jaw all lied. What The Thing had felt to be hours of mindless humping and thrashing in its suspension bondage was barely over an hour after the security gate had been closed, slammed to the ground when the last employee locked up for the night which is what woke The Thing from its trance.
The Thing had only just started its latest challenge, and it was a genuine one. If it wasn’t for its need to pee, The Thing was even already imagining being even further ignored and forgotten when the shop opened up the next morning. But it first needed to make it through the night, with genuinely no hope of being rescued until morning and its night alone had just barely begun.