I screamed and wept with the horror of what he’d just so cruelly told me, trembling all over, while he calmly began the process of putting me into the incredible, terrifying garment. One of my ankles at a time was freed, and he slipped on the attached feet, then tugged the thick tubes up my legs to my hips, carefully smoothing all the wrinkles while he did. My ankles were immediately re-chained in the spread-eagle, but this was a little more bearable now because of the cushioning effect of the thick rubber. He next released the waist chain, unclipped my n****e tethers, and then drew the body of the garment up to my strained shoulders. Again, he spent much time smoothing away the wrinkles and folds, so that the whole, impervious envelope covered and compressed me with a forceful caress I co
