strapskinkstories:Not one hole anywhere. No breathing holes, no crotch zipper. The remains of the sh
strapskinkstories:Not one hole anywhere. No breathing holes, no crotch zipper. The remains of the shoulder zippers torn out and replaced with heavy latex glued in place. your only sense from the outer world unintelligible drips from the rubber catsuit prison you’re immobilized within, crying for ability to move as the warm fluid drips in your mouth keeping you from starving and suffocating. Your legs superglued together, the straps on the straitjacket sewn shut and the heavy head strap buckles welded shut. Master Ryan said “I hope you’re happy with your permanent rubberization treatment. You will forever sit here in the warm rubber unable to tell if you’re alive or floating in the warm embrace of the void. You’ll never get free from this rubber bondage! If you can, then you win freedom. If you can’t, well, enjoy your eternal life in latex!” He walked out and you felt a sinking sensation, then you heard him yell “You never need air or food again, goodbye rubber slave! Enjoy your eternal rubber cocoon!” His voice getting further, the sinking feeling stopped, then you felt from above a crushing force pressing your whole body and head into the chair, then you knew you were buried alive. You couldn’t wiggle anymore, you couldn’t twitch. All you could do was feel the warm dripping fluid keeping you alive. There was no sight or sound aside from your own breathing, the only touch the hot rubber gripping you all over. You knew that visiting Ryan’s extreme dungeon was a travel some didn’t return from. But you didn’t expect to end up one of Ryan’s eternal rubber slaves. Once a man now reduced to nothing more than a piece of flooring with a label on it “Subject 937184B6 Rubber confinement. Do not release, ever!” -- source link