I woke slowly, into darkness. I could see and hear nothing. I realised I was facing down with my bottom in the air, somehow suspended, bent over. There was a kind of hot, wet tightness all over my body. My legs were stretched apart and I seemed to be standing on tiptoe; my arms were pulled and bound behind my back. I tried to move but was completely immobilised. Even my head was held rigidly by what felt like a heavy, deep collar. My mouth was stretched open but blocked with a stopper. My tongue, nose, nipples, penis and bottom were stinging and throbbing.
I tried to remember the previous few hours. I had been in a bar with a man I met in an internet chat room. He was attractive and seemed very pleasant. He dressed very stylishly and, to me, sexily and I think he thought the same of me. We were getting on fine and I was looking forward to a night of sex with him. We made each other laugh a lot. I should say I met him in a rubber chat room and we had been talking about our shared rubber fetish. I had confessed to a fantasy of being taken and made into a rubber toy. I was definitely a bit drunk and remember getting suddenly sleepy and saying so, but after that was a blank.
I didn't panic at first so I guess the narcotic, or whatever, was still in my bloodstream. As time passed and I remained in this position, panic did start to set in. I could breathe through my nose but I could only make faint sounds as my face and mouth were covered in some sort of membrane. There were a strong smell and taste of rubber. My mind went back to the conversation in the bar about my fantasy. It seemed it was being made into reality.
I tried wriggling and managed to establish by tiny movements of my hands and feet that I wasn't paralysed but held in position by restraints. Time passed and I started to get hot and sweaty inside a full-body rubber suit. Suddenly someone removed a flap from over my eyes. There was only a dim light: I was looking at a video screen, displaying a picture of a face masked in rubber. I realised I was looking at myself. The reason I could not hear anything was because I was wearing large headphones. The camera zoomed slowly out until I could see my whole body, strapped in a black metal frame and shiny in black rubber.
The camera moved around and showed me in close up the restraints and the construction of the suit. There were zips over my nipples, crotch and bottom. My head was indeed in a tight hood with an 'O' ring gag, stopped with a kind of bath plug. My arms were bound behind me and my torso hung from a metal frame from straps attached to the top of the hood, my shoulders and waist. My legs were encased in rubber thigh boots with very high heels and shackled to ring bolts wide apart in the floor.
