By rts
The Story Continues
The rest of that day passed slowly into night, the beers I drank helped mellow my frustration in my rubber confinement and I eventually fell asleep. The next two days were pure hell as each hour seemed endless, the weight of the one piece rubber suit seeming to increase with each movement.
I was soaked in my sweat, it was uncomfortably slimy inside my boots and gloves and very hot, the suit starting to chaff my arm pits and crotch. I moved around as little as possible, dragging the heavy ball and chain behind me whenever I went outside into the blazing sun to relieve myself.
I cursed myself for wishing for this experience as the hot sun heated the rubber unbearably, telling myself that it wouldn’t have been so miserable if I hadn’t had this stiff posture collar locked around my neck or if my cock and balls had been free of their steel chastity confinement, and if this fucking ball and chain hadn’t been locked to my waist belt. This was the fourth day, I was at least more than halfway through my “sentence,” he was due back in just three days and then I would get my release.
