By Eckie

Option one:

I had another free day, so still enough time and did not worry when he released me for shower and cleanup and made me end up sealed and chained right after again, I did not even worry yet when two meals later the very same happened again, trusting him pretty much completely anyway and assuming that he still played tricks on the schedule of meals to keep me confused on time or date. But another two meals later I worried then finally, this must be the time when I have to get out and home, given the travel distance and what I assumed MUST have passed by now, we are close to the maximum I could stay here for sure. His short brief words however were the same, shower, clean, get back into the suit and then leaving locking the cell proper again.

I decided not to get into the suit anymore, it must be time to leave, so waited naked for him to return, but he did not even enter the room, just looked through the tine barred opening of the heavy door, seeing me naked and left. I kept waiting, but he did not come back, started shouting for him, but no reaction, hours must have passed, but nothing changed, and by the amount of tiredness I felt, I could not stay awake all the time, I dozed away several times, every time being awake I shouted for him, but at no time he reacted, I wondered if he even could hear me, was he home, even if, was my shouting heard upstairs, a little or at all ? Sitting in a small cell with nothing but a dim tiny light off the ceiling that never switches on or off means I was not aware, was it day, night, today, tomorrow or …

When he finally showed up again, as before, he looked and saw me still naked, then he left… I was hungry for a while already, but no food, ok I was able to drink water from the shower tap, but still, this continued as before, no reaction if I tried calling for him and nothing but sit here and wait, just getting more and more hungry and definitely certain I missed my time of going home by now.

The next time he showed, again just looking at the naked me, he did not just disappear, he spoke short and clear, if I wanted food, I better get back in the suit, then just disappearing again. I had given up calling for him, knowing he’d not react if he even heard it, so I sat and thought, did he change his mind, not asking the question at the end but just taking possession under his terms? Did he fuck my time perception THAT much that it was still time and I just had no idea ? Nevertheless, my hunger took over, I finally decided to get back into that suit, there was little horniness with it now, but still it felt right to do, he demanded it, I would comply now.

I sat endless again before he showed finally up again, this time entering the cell and immediately closing the suit and chaining me up again completely. The gag stayed off though as he now had food, well some mush again, for me which, no matter how pale it tasted felt still great to finally get down my belly. The moment I was finished eating though the gag went back and he left me alone again, hours and hours of bored waiting followed that since gain, but now back in the predicament I was a few days back so excited about to be in and now just felt a necessary part of my time here, not because I wanted it now, but because he demanded it.

When he returned and has me shower and clean up again, this time I did not refuse to get back into the suit, so shortly after he was back to zip and lock me up as before, had mush and water again, and this time, after having gagged me again, he did not just leave. Sitting on a small chair on the opposite side of the cell, so far out of my restricted reach he watched me for quite a long time. There was nothing I could say or do, I just sat in my rubber and chain imprisonment in my corner and looked at him for most of the time, though some of it I felt ashamed for some reason, no idea why, but looked just down on the concrete floor below me.

Finally, he spoke again. He confirmed to me that as I surely must feel by now, my planned time of return has passed by now, not letting me know how long passed, but certainly clear that it was not meant for me to make it back home in time. I was sure he could read my mind, knowing what statements or questions I may have on this now.

He continued that despite his prior plans not to look for a replacement, my time here has sparked feelings he had pushed away, forgotten, but they were now as clear back as they were those more than two decades in the past. Having heard my story on why I would not accept a possible offer to take this place, the place I held now right here, he took the time left before my departure would become mandatory to think about it deeply. He did not take that decision lightly, but he was certain it would be the right decision not just for him but also for me. I was unable to give in to what I so clearly desired so he took it upon him to make that decision for me, as he would from now on anyway always do. And just in case I was not having it sunk in as needed yet, I was indeed no longer returning anywhere, doing anything or choosing anything, this place, this life, this situation, this existence as anonymously fully rubber sealed and always chained and locked piece of possession he now owned was all that would be from here on for the rest of my time.

He of course thought about the reasons I mentioned for not being able to make that choice myself, but as a fact, I would never return to a life outside the current one, never return to my country, never return to family or friends, never return to my house or my debts. Surely the bank would auction off whatever was in my possession, probably cover most of those debts or maybe even not, it would not matter, I would never be seen or heard of again anyway, I am not this rubber sealed object and nobody but him or the trusted doctor he will occasionally have check me out will ever know who is, or better say ‘was’ the person under all of that.

I had not really asked much about what he did with his former rubber object in those decades, so I would just have to see in the many years to come if, when, how much or not I have any interactions with anything or anyone. The large of my remaining life however I will be right here exactly the way I am right now. And like it or not right now, you will learn to adapt, maybe learn to find joy in it, maybe just be bored and frustrated, it makes no difference, the persona arriving here a few days ago no longer exists, the rubber sealed item chained to the walls here has replaced him.

Then he did not wait for a reaction and just left, locked that cell door again and I was alone with my thoughts.

He really did it… He did not leave me a choice, he made it happen. Sure, I fantasized on it, but I would also never have truly had the guts to enter it voluntarily, I bet he was sure on that and yet, it was one of my biggest and longest fantasies I had in the past. Maybe because I was so sure I would never enter a lifelong situation like this, but he took that choice away, was it for my best, well I would not know, maybe weeks or months or who knows maybe even years in the future I might agree with it, right now I am confused, not sure what I shall think, be happy, be excited, be sad, be angry, be disappointed, in myself or him, or …

Over the next probably weeks, maybe months, I was certain he would keep working the meal and shower schedules to ensure my disorientation on time, I spent the majority of my time alone here, bored left to think about my situation, my time here, my time before, my life as it is now and will be permanent, he wanted to make sure I realize it is nothing and never about me, but he alone chooses if I have any kind of interaction or anything happens outside of this corner I more or less vegetated in now, hoping that once in a while maybe he shows interest in allowing me to be at his side, maybe take a walk, maybe just lay on the floor near him somewhere upstairs, maybe once in a while even have a talk with him eventually.

I did for a while wonder, back home… Well former home I better say, how did things go down there, was all my stuff auctioned off already, has anyone been looking for me, are they maybe still… Do friends and family miss me or not, since I did not have the most intense contacts to either before, could I even – despite knowing it would never happen again – return back there without problems? I was sure the latter was not an option anymore, but did not have any answer to the rest and never would get an answer to those either, recently I forgot to think about any of that, as I said, I have no idea how long I have been isolated, bored, uncomfortable, sweaty, walking in my own piss, sweat and occasional shit even regularly, I no longer cared about that for a long time already, reduced to a rubber item confined to the tiny space in this corner for the most of time. Will it change, will he pay more attention to me, will I more often be taken to be near him, I could not tell, was it important, definitely not, that is one thing I slowly more and more feel, I no longer matter, or to be better, what I want or do not want no longer matters, I was sure to him I – that rubber sealed chained object – mattered a lot, and that slowly took over my mind also. Less and less thinking about what was, slowly forgetting that there was a life before this where I was a person with free will and joy, finding piece in what I have become and learning that it is not excitement or horniness (I was certain my dick in the tiny tube has shrunk from no longer being of any use to a minimum already and doubted I’d even be able to get pleasure form it by now) that keeps me here in whatever way he chose, but that my reason for being here is because HE wanted and still wants it, and that the what I am now is because HE wants it that way, and that is all that should and probably soon enough will matter to me.