You did no work today on the fishing boat Charles said. He stood in front of you wearing his oilskin

You did no work today on the fishing boat Charles said. He stood in front of you wearing his oilskins. They dripped with slime and water. His gloves were slimy. He duct taped your arms above your head and taped your legs hours ago telling you that if you were going to take the day off it would be tied up in the bunk hammock. The part he didn’t tell you until now, was how the night would be spent. You writhed against the tight tape as he unzipped his jacket, he turned it inside out and had a shipmate untape your arms. He pushed the wet slimy jacket onto you as you screamed “No please the jacket smells! Not the jacket again!” Charles pushed the slimy hood to your face and pulled his pants off pulling them over your head holding his sweat inside of them, pouring foul salty slimy fishy rancidness over your face as you made bubbling sounds smothering under the foul jacket. He forced you to sit up and zipped the jacket shut behind you before sealing the pants around your neck with a tight locking collar. He pressed your arms to your sides and wrapped chains around your chest brutally tight crushing the air out of you making you whimper as you begged the sticky foul plastic for more air, air that it was barely giving you. Air that it was making you struggle and cry for. He walked out and said “See you in the morning, I expect my foul smothering sweaty fishy jacket to make you orgasm or you won’t be released from the sticky stinking confines! I will pull the hood off to fill your mouth with a sponge soaked in your food, fish honey and foul sweat! It is all you will smell and eat until my nasty oilskins smother an orgasm out of you! If you don’t orgasm, there won’t be a next time with my jacket, because you’ll be stuck in it forever!” You cried knowing that he has turned you into his jacket slave, there was no way you could ever orgasm in the fishy sweaty rancid wet confines as the thick PVC smothered you with every breath in the foul muck. You knew that you had been turned into a STINKY FILTHY OILSKINS SLAVE TO SUCK THE FOUL SWEATY SLIMY FUNK OF HIS SWEAT AND FISH STINKING JACKET LOCKED AROUND YOUR BODY FOREVER ONLY TO EAT OF THE STICKY FILTH HE FEEDS YOU SMOTHERING IN THE SLIMY HOOD! -- source link

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