By Rubrpig
4798 sat on the bunk in his cell, his breath hissing and clicking through the gas mask hood which was now part of his uniform when not in use by a client of the facility. The door to his cell opened and 2 of his personal guards entered. One of the guards held a bag of liquid feed product which was what 4798 was fed when locked in the mask. The guard pulled the drinking tube from the front of the mask and connected it to the bag of food.
The product flowed into the tube and 4798 sucked and swallowed the protein rich food. Once the bag was emptied, the guards disconnected it and left the cell after telling 4798 that his first client session was scheduled for the next morning.
4798 laid on his bunk and thought about what was going to happen the next day. Finally he fell asleep and did not wake up till the lights in his cell turned on and he knew he was going to be fed soon.
It took me a couple of hours to write the story for this leather master. The writing was difficult at times, as my focus would stray from the written word to the pain in my ass as the steel plug would ramp up the electroactivity. But I was able to conclude my writing and provide Chris with the signal that I had completed it and saved the file to the folder that he had instructed me to. Now I had to wait for him to read it. The screen went black and I was alone in the bondage, hearing my breathing as I awaited my fate.