I do not remember when I actually saw this image the first time, I do remember I had not seen it anywhere before, remember it was on someone’s profile (no recalling on what site though) and do remember I talked to him, talked about me getting locked into this one...
I have no recollection why it never happened at the end, could not even remotely pinpoint the approximate year that was or who/from where that guy was at that time. But every time I see this image again (it is in my pic collection marked as one of my favorites), my mind floats away into what scenes I would assign with finding myself being the one in the picture.
So why not share at least one of those imaginary stories then ... for the basics: I do wonder how long one could sustain on fluid feeding, maybe with occasionally a handful nuts or similar, before getting into trouble. Likewise I wonder how long one could actually be locked continuously into this rubber walking sack before getting into trouble. Trouble not meaning about wanting out, but the actual physical issues or even mental issues that may or may not come at some point. not having an actual answer to this, there are no limits to what ones fantasy can bring up on that matter, then again it is fantasy anyway, most certain never to happen, so irrelevant to what extent it is or is not livable in reality.
The start can be either way, I find you, someone owning this item, or you find me, maybe here after this story or elsewhere on the net (or who knows even in real life). My interest in this item is clearly strong, so it will not take much to convince me to give it a try. The easiest and most likely way could be some fetish event weekend, so it reoccurs in many of my ideas and fantasies around the subject of bondage, rubber, slavery.
We get to talk about the item, where you got it from, how you came up with the idea, possible quirks of being extended times in it, generic talk on all that before at some point you do - knowing how strong my interest is - offer me to give it a try. Naturally it isn't something that makes sense to put it on, walk a few steps and get out of again, it would totally miss the point and purpose of this fantastic piece of rubber. We quickly agree both on that, if there is a tryout, it has to be more than a brief attempt, and ideally a weekend could be found to spend continuously in it.
The question of bodily needs is briefly discussed of course, feeding is essential, lots of fluids are needed, and the victim inside being blind and helpless means total dependency on you. An aspect that definitely adds to the fascination of being locked inside it. bodily waste is another matter, there you tell me that nutritious fluids can take you quite a long way and prevent solid waste becoming an issue, piss, well it can just run, we would just have to find a way to prevent creating a mess on your living room carpet when that need occurs, but you convince me you will not have any trouble arranging that as needed.
Of course it would be much more interesting not to just stumble around in it in your home, but to be as pictured actually out in public, wondering if, how and where that would be possible you do convince me that you have done it in the past in your local area, with some good, some bad but generally just curious reactions of the surrounding people, still I do hesitate on that. But you remind me then about an upcoming fetish weekend with street events, which would be an idea place and time, more than just an evening, in- and outdoors possible without troubles, so we agree that we will meet for that purpose right then and thee.
We keep talking for a little in the time before that event, agree on terms of when and where to meet, not eating solid food the 24 hours before either, and then the day comes. I travel all the way to that event, excited all the time in anticipation, but also a little scared naturally, how will it be, what will be, will I handle it well etc., but my dick tells me it is the right thing to do. we agreed to meet the Thursday evening, the events and parties run Friday to Sunday, so taking the evening before to ourselves will be good.
I arrive at the apartment you rented for the time, more nervous than before, but determined to get into this rubber sack asap. When you open the door it is actually the first time I see you. You may not be exactly how I pictured you, but that makes no difference, it isn't that we came together to start a lasting romance here, the meet is for a purpose, and one I am too excited to experience anyway. you offer me a drink, I have a coffee, we chat briefly, confirming I did not have solid food that past day, I still want to go through with it, I trust you to ensure my safety and so on, but at the end both of us just want to get to the point of locking me into it.
You ask if I wanted to try it on for fit right now and do the extended lockup from tomorrow on, or if I wanted the time to start right now, I was not certain, hesitated, but then you offered I can try the fit and then decide. Best option we agreed, so you tell me to strip. I actually had not really brought much with me, convinced I would spend the time anyway only in this rubber confinement, so I saw no need to have change of clothing at hands. I stripped naked and you bring the items you want me locked into in that time.
Being long term we agree no plug to be used, we both do not want anything to cause potential need for early release. while we both discussed the idea of multi layered diapers underneath, a potential nappy-rash from being too long in wet nappies again dismissed that idea, if I have to piss, I will just let it run, there would not be any other choice anyway. but you did insist in an all rubber outfit, becoming a fully rubbered helpless dependent object was the idea now, able to walk (limited yet still), able to move to some extent, yet being totally helpless nevertheless and definitely being no more than a piece of human shaped rubber.
You hand me a short suit first, you say that giving some of the skin some air to breathe will ensure less troubles, so no full rubber suit was intended. I out it on, a snug fit, but very comfortable, in the crotch area a hole to fit my dick and balls through then, acting as a slight cockring at the end, my a dick responding to that immediately too. You do notice, laugh, but take care of that right away. Sudden unexpected slaps on my dick, the pain making it quickly soft again, helping you to get your next item on, a chastity device. It is a simple plastic device, silicone I assume, not completely hard plastic either, but connected with a waist/crotch strap also to keep it in place. once you put my dick and balls through the cock ring and adjusted the belt to sit snug around my waist, you slip the tube over my still half limb dick and I notice the surprise - at its tip that tube has little spikey points embedded, getting hard would mean getting in trouble, you laugh when I start moaning about it, but I do not try to talk you out, I actually am excited to the experience over the coming time helplessly delivery to that and the rest to come. Once you adjusted the tube to its locking post, that tiny padlock clicked and you tell me that this will keep it in place until we part again.
A pair of tall rubber boots follows now, no lining, all rubber inside and out, I love those, but with bare feet it is not so easy to get them on, a tiny spread of lube helps on it and finally I stand with both of my feet covered by those boots up to just below my knee. a pair of rubber mittens follows next, even though my arms will be in sleeves inside that rubber sack, limiting the use of my hands and fingers will add to the futility of the situation you explain, I am all for that, gladly stretch my hands forward for you to slip those mittens on my hands. They are made of thick rubber, keeping my hands definitely in a fist, preventing the use of my fingers for anything I might attempt. You do not even need to lock them, being in the sleeves later will not allow me to get to those buckles anyway.
While the sack has an attached hood without eye openings you explain that there is a slight possibility to sneak some light and option to see if the nose or mouth hole are stretched or bent in the wrong ways, we both agree it should be prevented in some way, so you use a pair of medical eye patches, sort of band aid, they would stick, keep my eyes closed so that at no time I could see, whatever would happen. The moment you apply those to both eyes I am in the dark, and I would not change for a while...
Finally the item of the whole scene was due. you explain to me that I have to sit, while you help me inside, get my rubber booted feet through the bottom foot holes and then help me stand up to get it all up. The entrance into this sack was a small zipped part just below the shoulders, so it takes a little work to get me inside at first, but you have done that before so are in no trouble adjusting it properly, getting my feet through the matching holes in its bottom. Then I stand and you pull it up, lead my mitted hands into the matching sleeves on the inside, and make sure they are settled correctly before pulling up further, over my shoulders. Then you stop for a moment. Shortly after I feel you putting ear plugs in my ears, not actual plugs as I find out later.... and then you stretch the upper part to fit over my head, slipping my head into the attached hood, aligning it with nose and mouth properly. It is not too tight but a snug fit on my head too. then finally you sip the back shut, I feel it tighten up, despite sitting rather loose on my body as expected, the restrictions are felt, notices, and reacted on, my dick now feels those little spikes inside that plastic tube, even though being plastic, the pain is more than uncomfortable, my moaning tells you what happens and you laugh, telling me I will have to just make sure not to get hard then, or just deal with it otherwise.
I am standing now, blind, arms and hands out of order, head to toe in rubber, yet able to make small steps to walk. You put your hand on my shoulder and push me softly, telling me to attempt walking. it feels weird, yet exciting, I test out the space I have on my steps, I feel the limitations, but if I walk slow I will not be in trouble of stumbling, though I do wonder how it will be when walking steps, then again, I also notice that I am following the lead of his hand, where it pushes I walk, he could let me walk right into a wall now, I would notice only after hitting myself on it. I try my arms and hands, they have some space based on how loose the rubber is on my body, yet they have no use for anything, a little moving but no bending up much, bending around much, I can even reach that tube on my dick, but what good is that as the thick rubber on my hands prevents much feeling and the tube on my dick prevents any playing also.
You ask me how I am, as strange as it is, as painful as my dick strains in his spiked prison, all I can say is how much I love it. you lead me back to the chair I sat on before and then help me sit down, I realize how vulnerable I am, how helpless I am, blind as a bat, no arms or hands, I am not in a position to do anything on my own right now. A slight scary feeling comes up, totally delivered to someone I only met online before, but my excitement outweighed that feeling quickly. You ask me what to do then, now that I was completely dressed as planned we could just keep it on, meaning no release before that weekend was over, or I could get out of it and we start tomorrow morning on the planned extended rubber lockup. I did not have to think much that moment, did not want out right then, did not actually think ahead either though, I just blurted out that I wanted to stay in it, no release before the weekend is over, you ask again if I was sure, last chance, but I just confirmed again that I would not want to get out of it so soon now.
You explain to me then what will come ... you will feed me fluids regular, while I am free to walk as I wish, you are certain I would not attempt much on that, being unable to see where I go. So unless you wanted me to walk, in the apartment or outside, I would just have to stay put where ever I am, in a chair or on the couch here, in a bed, on the floor, wherever you leave me. leading me around means I have to follow the pull of the leash you will put on me, that pull on the leash or a push on my shoulder for sitting or getting down will be all my indications felt, no talking, no seeing, and ... you pause a little no hearing either, total isolation, total dependency, that is what I get. I asked what you meant with it, but you already go ahead and I know right away...
I feel a collar buckled on my neck, naturally a rubber one, I even think to hear the lock clicking to keep it there, not that I could have opened it anyway. I feel that leash hooked to the ring in front of that collar, that’s for the pull you mentioned, but I also then immediately feel you add that gag, rubber of course too, big, wide, filling my mouth to a level that will not allow much more than grunting while it is in, rubber straps to buckle it shut, and again a click of a lock to keep it in place. So much for the not talking you mentioned. And then the noise. those earplugs were actually earphones, hooked to a small radio, chosen by you on purpose as it takes little battery power and will last days in a row without need to change batteries, but no radio station is chose, just white noise, not excessively loud, but enough to block out any other sounds from my hearing.
Head to toe in anonymous rubber, gagged, blind, deaf, dick locked up, no hands, no arms, little room to walk - I was isolated from my surroundings to the most I have ever experiences, he could say what he wants, go where he wants, do what he wants, as long as it does not directly involve me, I would not know anything happening around me. Again a slight feel of scare came up, but it was constantly distracted by the pain my straining dick caused. Right now, I loved it, will I love it in an hour, I have no idea...
So the weekend starts ... and it is you to decide where I am, where I go, sit, stand, lie, when I get fed, if you take me out or not, and more over... when you will release me from it. We agreed no begging will bring early release, unless I am in actual physical trouble, I am to stay as I am for as long as you chose - or at least until the weekend is over. I am scared, but I am horny, and I pray I will enjoy the coming days just as much, time will tell....