The gimp has been inside his padded cell covered in rubber for a week now. From time to time I allowed the gimp some time out of the cell in order for the gimp to stay in good shape. I would then have the gimp do some exercise, which was considerably becoming more difficult as the amount of piss and waste in the gimp’s suit grew.
At the end of the week the day had come on which the gimp would have to be let out of the suit and cleaned and shaved. I also knew I would have to put him into another kind of bondage for a while to let his skin dry a little. After taking off the mask of the suit and making sure that the collar went around the gimp’s neck, attaching it to the chain hanging from the ceiling I told the gimp to clean himself and the suit thoroughly. I knew this would probably take a while allowing me to go upstairs and take care of some other things. I returned to the gimp after an hour.
“Good gimp – you have cleaned up all the mess you have made and are ready to be transferred. You know that I always take good care of my gimp – don’t you?”