Voluntary Prisoner

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

The Preparation Processes

It was time to begin.

The time was just past 07:30 and outside it’s rainy, foggy and grey ... the perfect kind of weather for an extended length of play in rubber. After a single cup of coffee and a quick, highly-nutritious meal of toast, peanut butter and jam, I enjoyed a long, hot shower, shaved my face, then all of my arm, leg and body hair. This took about an hour and after thoroughly drying off, I pulled on a raincoat, then walked down the 300 metre lane to the cavernous barn and stepped inside. The whole floor area was brightly lit by banks of high intensity, overhead lights, but these would be extinguished to leave a vast, echoing dark space. I went to the room containing all of the machinery and ensured that it was all ready to be turned on by the PLC and once finished there, I stepped out onto the cool concrete floor and walked to the large tarpaulin spread out in the central area under the main beam. The rolling table was already set up with all stuff I’d need and so I returned to the wall and hung the raincoat on a convenient hook then walked naked, out to the preparation area. Once there, I immediately applied a full coat of silicon oil to my legs, arms, chest, and back so that the inner suit would slide on easily, but even though I’d fully-lubricated myself and its interior, it still took nearly 10 shivering minutes for me to slide into the oppressive rubber envelope. I’d clipped a ‘pull-up’ lanyard’ to the suit’s back zipper tab, but before closing it, I first had to fit the deep, vacuum/electrical breast cups. Before I did that though, I coated their rim and n****e electrodes with contact gel, then slipped both into the inner bra’s apertures, ensuring that the central, two cm diameter, spring-loaded electrode pads were centred on each of my n*****s. As well, embedded in the bra’s chest band were heart rate and temperature sensors and these would also be connected to the PLC.

From there, it was a carefully-orchestrated task to pull the zipper’s tab up to just between my should blades where it would remain for a few moments. When the suit tightened around my chest, the undersized apertures on its front slid only part-way down over the rounded slopes of the cups because the holes are smaller than the cup’s base diameter and they also have a wide, surrounding, reinforcing ‘donut’. The suit’s tightness would keep the cups in their proper place, pressed firmly onto my chest. For the moment, the opened crotch zipper allowed my male plumbing to hang freely. With the suit being made of a 1.05 mm thick latex, now that I’d climbed fully inside, I rediscovered its very tight fit and restriction of nearly all movement.

Although a helmet is not an integral part of the suit, I used the thick and tight, full-face one I already own as it matches perfectly. The helmet is not only an additional form of bondage and restriction, but will ensure that the nasal tubes and ear buds remain fully in place, while also providing an absolutely smooth surface for an air-tight fit of the gas mask’s face-surrounding flange. It has a long neck tube with a wide ‘skirt around the base that will slip under the suit itself. There are apertures for my nostrils, mouth and eyes and it will integrate well with the under-suit. However, before putting it on I first have to fit myself with the ear buds with their thin cables arranged to emerge from under the back zipper of the helmet’s collar, double back up and emerge from the back of the suit’s high collar, then will come the long nasal tubes. I’ll only fit myself with the partially-inflated gag just before I put on the gas mask.

It was now time to put this assembly on and I began with the ear buds. They slipped easily into my ear canals, blotting out most of the noise in the already quiet barn, then, after carefully lubricating the flexible, eight cm length of each nasal tube with silicon oil, I took both at the same time and inserted them in my nostrils and began slowly pressing them fully into my sinuses. It’s painful to get them all the way in, but I eventually managed it; feeling the sensation of their penetration very, very intensely. Their outer ends project two cm beyond my nostrils, joined by the narrow wire bridge that now rests against my septum, preventing them from going any deeper. I quickly slipped the inner helmet over my head, then tugged it into place so that the ends of the nasal tubes stuck out through their holes and the mouth and eye holes lined up properly. Ensuring that the ear bud’s wires were comfortably routed, I closed the helmet’s crown zipper to the bottom of its neck tube at the bottom of the skirt and the sensation of the snugness of the collar is both exciting and a little frightening, but I continued with the process.

At this point it was time to fully close the back zipper of the inner suit and so, grasping the lanyard once more, I carefully pulled the zipper’s locking tab all the way to the top of the suit’s own double thickness collar, feeling the further encasement of my neck when it closed snugly around the helmet’s neck tube. This is an intense exploration of sensations and I was already shivering with the feelings of the encapsulation so far, but there’s much, much more to come! As a dedicated rubber enthusiast, I’m truly driven, and so proceeded with the almost religious process. Now came the thick, black latex, calf-high, toe socks. In moments I’d lubricated them and slipped them onto my feet, ensuring that each of my toes nestled deep inside its own small, tight, restrictive tube. That feels very weird. I rolled the opened lower legs of the inner suit down over the calf-high socks, then quickly closed their zippers to my ankles, sealing the socks in place. For the moment, my hands and lower arms remain completely uncovered, with their sleeves rolled up to my elbows and they’d remain that way until near the end of the dressing process.

The ritual of fitting myself with the under-equipment had taken nearly 30 minutes and even though the barn was cool, I could already feel the heat building up, sweating inside the inner suit. As is normal, I was beginning to feel more than a small measure of claustrophobia, but that’s all a part of the ‘thrill’ of full rubber entombment and for the moment I can deal easily with it, knowing, however, that at some future point in the session, the feeling will mushroom to full panic and I will somehow have to handle it.

Sitting on the stool, I slipped my rubber-encased feet into the wet suit’s matching neoprene bootee’s and these went on easily, then were zipped closed to part-way up my calves, covering my already rubber-tubed lower legs and the under socks. Next, I slid my feet and legs into the wet suit’s leggings, then drew them and the rest of the garment up my thighs and body; more and more enjoying the sensation of sinking further into the total rubber envelopment when I shrugged into it. The front of the wet suit has also been modified so that there are apertures for the breast cups and these slipped partially down over them. With the lanyard now clipped to the back zipper tab of the wet suit, I pulled the tab up to between my shoulder blades, where it would remain for a time, before being closed fully. For the moment, its crotch zipper was also open, as were the ones on the lower legs and fore arms, then I rolled the leggings down to my ankles, covering, the calf length bootees and zipped them closed, sealing all of my footwear in place.

As the final, restricting touch, I slipped my rubber-encased feet and legs into my 10 cm heeled, steel horseshoe-soled, hoofed boots and laced them tightly closed all the way to the knee. A small, lockable cup covered the lace’s knots and so the boots could not now be escaped until the appropriate key was used. Although not strictly a part of the rubber enclosure, the hoofed boots added immensely to my sensations of restriction and exterior control. They were heavy and forced me to walk on my toes with their horse shoe shod souls making a loud clip-clop sound when I walked across the 10 metres of floor to the step stool that waited under the lockable panel containing the Master Switch. I climbed carefully to the top step and flicked the switch to the “ON” position, then closed and locked the panel. Its key is also a part of the bunch that would be needed by Marlene to free me ... eventually. With the system now activated, the built-in delay for the programming would not start until at least an additional 90 minutes had elapsed, thus allowing me plenty of time to complete the preparations. I returned to the stool.

It was time for the first set of restraints; these being the doubled ankle shackles, joined by a 30 cm chain whose central link was fastened to a six metre long leash. The chain’s other end was securely fastened with a cranked down Kwik-Link® that had been passed through a very securely-mounted floor ring, effectively restricting me to only a small central part of the large concrete floor of the arena space. Given that length, I’d not be permitted to get near any wall, or the now locked-away Master Switch. I quickly clasped the shackles around my multiply-covered and well-padded ankles, then ratcheted them tight so that they locked-on all of the foot coverings, leaving me with no hope of getting any of them off without the keys.

My suspension harness was the next part of my dressing sequence. First came the wide waist cinch and I cinched this as tight as I could, then slipped into the upper body harness. For the moment I left its front and back halves only loosely joined, but integrated their straps to the waist cinch. I’d finalise its fastening once I wore the wet suit’s helmet with its wide, bottom-of-the-neck skirt tucked under the suit, thus fully-covering and rendering all of the gas mask’s fastenings inaccessible.

I threaded the harness straps for the rigid crotch cup through their D-rings so that the cup hung over my lower belly with the open end of the unit positioned at my crotch, then after I’d lubricated myself with a thick coat of the slippery contact gel, then also the tube’s inner surface and end-electrode ring, I partially-inserted myself into the large-bore, milking machine teat sucker. I’d modified it so that it not only performed the standard, continual, simultaneous suck/squeeze-suck-squeeze cycle action of a regular milking machine, but it now also had the e-stim capability that I want to experience in counter-point and in addition to the constant suckling action. I needed to use a small hand pump to create a partial-vacuum in the teat sucker and that immediately drew most of my p***s deeply into the cold, inner rubber liner. Wow! What a sensation! The doubled hoses and electrical cable dangling from its end were potent visual reminders of what was soon to come. After making sure that there was no pinching of any of the tender and very sensitive flesh, the next component I added was the long, thick, bi-polar, brass butt plug and after applying a covering of the slick contact gel to the shaft and the surrounding washer electrode at the base, it slipped easily up into my body.

Reaching under my crotch was difficult, but I got the inner suit’s zipper closed over the end of the plug, then the wet suit’s crotch zipper over that, to leave the e-stim cable emerging between my legs, then passing through the hole for it in the crotch strap. In seconds I’d threaded the strap through its buckle at the central back of the waist cinch, leaving it a little loose for the moment. Next, I pulled the under-the-buttock straps tight so that these drove the butt plug a little deeper, then I adjusted the front mounting straps of the cup so that it was drawn firmly onto my lower belly, over the wet suit and this acted to force my p***s more fully and even more deeply into the milker tube. The last strap I tightened was the central back one and it pulled all of the waist and crotch harnessing tightly into place, ensuring that everything remained firmly anchored. At the centre back of the belt, the cable for the butt plug swung freely for the moment, then I routed the two hoses and the e-stim cable for the milker tube back between my legs, forming a loop of an ‘umbilical’, together with it, then with a cable tie, bundled them all together and to the central back ring of the belt.