By Marknorth

The guards pushed me forward and I fell, unable to keep my balance on the spongy floor.  I barely heard a noise that I assumed to be the cell door closing.  As if I needed that extra security to keep me here — being locked within this suit was prison enough.

I struggled to my knees trying to find my balance on what I now realized was a padded floor.  He must have had a padded cell built to accommodate me.  Somehow oddly touching considering the padded nature of the bondage suit that I had designed and was experiencing for the first time.  As I knelt there, I took stock of my situation.  I was able to breathe relatively easily and move with only minor resistance from the suit.  The leather encased every inch of my body and felt just as I had hoped.  It was beyond sensual and my dick tried to respond to the pleasure that I was feeling.

I cried out as best I could —barely able to open my mouth and knowing that very little, if any, sound would escape the padded and soundproofed helmet that was an integral part of the suit.  The chastity device that also was built into the suit had been modified by the owner of this private prison, to include an electro-shock mechanism that would respond painfully to any attempt at an erection.  That device was also programmable and controllable by the monitoring station that verified vital signs form the suit itself.  This ‘gift’ from him to me was just one of the unexpected design changes that he made while the Craftsmen were manufacturing the suit.  He had also installed a one-way device so that he, or whoever was at the monitoring station, could use to communicate to me with speakers built into each of the pads next to my ears.  I had no way to communicate to the outside world while I was locked in the suit — except for hand gestures — if there was ever anyone to see them.  Which, since I would be locked in a cell (I assumed the padded cell that I now found myself in), there would be little hope of that.

The pain in my groin eased a bit and I was able to slowly rise to my feet.  I wanted to take stock of the suit and explore it fully.  This was to be a trial run — for a week — to see how it fit and what might need to be adjusted or modified to allow for long-term continual confinement.  The duration of that final confinement was left entirely up to the owner of this prison.  I had paid him a fortune for that incarceration and this suit.  It was the only thing that I had been able to think about for years.  It took well over a year for them to craft the suit based on my sketches and specifications.  For that year I had been confined in a solitary cell in this very prison – also an expensive endeavor, but one that I relished.

I slowly moved around the room getting the feel of the suit.  Like I said, I could breathe easily enough — I couldn’t hear anything but my own breathing.  I groaned in agony as the shocks hit my groin as my dick tried again to get hard.  This time the shocks were worse and I ended up on my side on the padded floor.  This suit was to be a strict method of confinement, but he had turned it into a torture device — one that I was doomed to wear for an uncertain, though lengthy, time.  I would be locked back into it as soon as any modifications were made at the end of this first week.  I had given that right to him — and I knew that he would follow through.

 

After a few hours I made my way back to the control room.  I had selected a new prisoner for the cell now vacated by Roger and set the wheels in motion for his ‘arrest’ and imprisonment.  It was a short-term deal, three weeks max, but those were easy money and the guys loved the opportunity to drag in a new visitor!’  They tended to get bored just watching over the lot that was already locked up.

The guard on duty pointed to the monitor for Roger’s suit.  There had been a lot of activity in the electro-shock device!  It was set to automatic, so his dick must be really struggling to get hard!  He wanted a confinement suit to meet his pervy desires.  I added a few things to make sure that he would get the most out of that suit.  It was, after all, a form of imprisonment — something that most people find unpleasant.  Besides, he had been a client long enough for me to know that his pleasure was derived from discipline, confinement, and depravation.  That suit provided it all in one handy, portable package.

I picked up the mic from the monitoring console and gave Roger a little pep talk.

 

I had to sit still and force myself to relax, catch my breath, and try to stop the pain.  My breathing slowed, the tears dried up, and I was able to take stock of the situation.  I was not going to get the pleasure that I had hoped for from this suit that was now very clear.  Although I had designed it to deprive me of every freedom and contact with the outside world, I had also designed it to fulfill my deepest fantasies.  Yes, the chastity device was there to prevent me from the sexual release, but it was meant to be a reminder of the freedoms that I was giving up — not a torture device.  The suit would have met that purpose all on its own in due time.

I was startled when I heard his voice — it sounded like he was inside my head!  “Well, Roger.  A few hours into your confinement and I see that you are running the batteries pretty hard, already!  If I was you, and I never will be quite the freak that you are, I would try to make sure that you stay completely calm.  You’ve ramped it up to about 75% so far.  The next few shocks might just knock you out.   Just so that you are aware the intensity of the shocks will reset to the lowest level.  But only after reaching the 100% mark.  So you will have some serious pain to endure before it resets.  I would suggest trying to avoid that.”

I thought he was done, but he continued. “We will use this first week to put that suit through its paces, so to speak.  Each and every feature will be tested to make sure they are functioning just like you had envisioned — or I had envisioned.  Enjoy the ride, Roger!”  With that I felt another surge of pain in my groin that dropped me to the floor.  He had set of another shock from the console.  I began to sob, this was going to be horrific for me and there was absolutely no escape!

Eventually, I was able to drag myself to one of the walls of the cell and prop myself up.  I was anticipating the next shock and knew that I probably had never felt any pain like it before.  I didn’t have to worry about my dick trying to get hard anymore — I started to wonder if it would ever work again.

The anticipated shock didn’t come, so I started to explore the cell.  It was about 5 normal steps square and fully padded.  Since I was in complete darkness within the helmet, I had to feel my way along each section.  My gloved hands provided limited feedback, but I eventually found the area where the waste bottles would be emptied (from the urine collection in the suit) and the toilet seat (I had left the ass of the suit open for that purpose).  I also found what I hoped was the connection tube for the liquid nutrition that would be my only source of food while in the suit.  Tentatively, I plugged the suit’s feeding tube into it and was rewarded with nourishment.  The feeding tube into my mouth was perfectly placed, so that wouldn’t have to be modified at all.  Eventually I discovered that the other connections all worked as designed, as well.

 

I watched Roger from time to time on the video monitors.  I wanted him to get used to the cell and the necessities of life within it.  He may be up for some serious suffering, but I had no intention of seriously impacting his physical health.  The electro-shocks could be painful, but did no lasting damage and he would be allowed to eat regularly.  As far as his mental health was concerned — well, therein lies the rub, doesn’t it?

Once he had settled down in the cell, I hit the shock device one more time.  It was the 100% charge and he might as well feel it now — it would be the one and only time I ever used it on him.  Of course, I lied about the settings.  It could be programed or set for any combination of intensities.  The current ramping feature was just one of many options.  I figured it would be the best introduction to the suit and set the tone for him.  Although I would continue to use the shocks on him in the future as part of his confinement, they wouldn’t always be so harsh.  The chastity device, however, would continue to shock him for every attempt at an erection he experienced.  That, too, would be tempered when he was locked in for the long haul.

He would be put to the test this week for sure.  We would make the modifications or adjustments to the suit that were needed and then he would be locked in for the duration.  That part of the contract was open-ended and entirely up to me.  He had paid enough to keep him locked up for years.  Tempting, perhaps, but certainly not practical.  I hadn’t exactly decide how long it would be, but my plans were for a long period then a reprieve from the suit in a regular cell, then back into the suit.  He wouldn’t know the durations of those incarcerations — but I would.

 

Part 2

 

I was just getting settled when the shock hit me.  I felt like it threw me off my feet and I was screaming as I hit the floor.  I might have blacked out, I wasn’t sure.  I just curled up in a ball on the floor and let the pain pass.  I was able to get up some time later and tried to get my bearings again.  I was now in constant fear of another shock hitting me.

Time passed.  I quickly lost all sense of it, though.  I was finally able to sleep in the suit after what seemed like days.  There was no bed in the cell, but I could get comfortable enough on the padded floor.  It was awkward with the helmet — put my neck at a weird angle — this might me something that needed to be modified.  I was completely isolated from the outside world — even completely isolated from the little world of this cell.  The padded leather of the suit limited feeling, the padded gloves limited feeling, the padded boots limited feeling and the helmet completely blocked all light and sound.  In a way it was like floating in a leather cocoon.  That is what I had designed the suit for!  I cringed at the shock as my dick tried to get hard at that thought.  The shock was mild — manageable.  How many more before it ramped up to the pain threshold again?

 

The week passed quickly for me.  Plenty to do and I was hoping to get things wrapped up so I could take a vacation next month.  My second in command and I thought alike, he was slowly becoming an owner, and soon we would be close to equal owners in the business.  I would then be able to work my way into an early retirement — knowing it would be in good hands.

The craftsmen were scheduled to arrive any time so I had the guards bring Roger up to the interrogation room where, a week ago, he had been locked in the suit.  It was the first contact that he had with another human since he was locked in the padded cell.  I wondered what he was thinking?  I went down to meet the craftsmen as they reached the main entrance.  We chatted briefly about my impressions of how the suit was working and I handed them a thumb drive with the data from the monitoring station.  They would quickly analyze it and make any necessary tweaks to the electronics.

Roger was already in the room when we arrived – two of my guys steadying him as he stood it the suit.  It really was something to see.  Sleek and streamlined, almost looked like a science fiction robot — but there was a man locked inside.

The craftsmen started to unlock and unbuckle – removing the exoskeleton, the boots, the gloves and then the helmet.  Roger’s eyes slammed shut in the glare of the overhead lights.  I almost forgot that he had been in complete darkness for a week.  I wonder what effect that would have on his eyes from a much longer period?  Eventually he was extracted from the suit — it was a tight fit (as it was meant to be).

He looked shaken, but healthy.  We allowed him to sit and regain his composure.  It didn’t take long and he and the craftsmen were babbling away about changes.  They were entering everything into the computer on the fly.  From what I gathered there were only a few things that needed to be altered.  I was expecting Roger to bring up the electro devices, but he never even mentioned them.  Funny!

All in all the changes could be made in about 10 days.  I had Roger shackled and taken back to a solitary cell.  I never said a word to him.

The craftsmen packed-up the suit and their gear, asked for any changes that I desired, we chatted a bit, then they were gone.  I knew that they would be hard at work on that suit as soon as they got back to their lab.

 

It was a surprise to feel someone grab my arms.  I had not heard them approach or even sensed their presence.  It must be the guards and that meant the week was up.  I couldn’t say if it seemed to take forever to pass or was over in an instant.  I had spent much of the time just enjoying the suit — once the painful electro shocks were reduced in frequency.  I couldn’t stop my dick for trying to get erect, but the shocks reached a plateau at merely painful — something that I was grateful for.  From time to time, however, I was forced to endure a series of them not provoked by an attempted erection.  I assume his continuing gift to me.

I felt the craftsmen start to unlock and unbuckle the suit and felt the first draft of fresh air on my skin — it felt wonderful.  I was blinded by the lights in the room when the helmet was removed and had to be helped to sit.  My eyes adjusted slowly to find the craftsmen inspecting every inch of the suit.  I eagerly joined in and we had all the areas that needed to be modified worked out in no time at all.  I was so excited about the redesign that it didn’t occur to me that I would be locked back in that thing in about 10 days’ time for an unknown length of confinement.  That fact hit me as the guards were dragging me naked back to a holding cell.  I tried to yell for them to bring the owner to me, but they just slammed the cell door shut.  I sat hard on the bunk and began to regret every recent decision that I had made.  He was standing in that room the entire time and never said a word — and I missed the chance too.  I prayed that he would be reasonable when it came to the length of the actual confinement, but past history told me otherwise.

 

As I suspected the craftsmen were done before their 10-day estimate.  They and the suit arrived and everything was set-up just waiting for Roger to arrive.  I had him fully shaved and a hair removal chemical applied — although it wouldn’t stop all hair growth it would limit it quite a bit.

He was very subsided as they brought him in.  I gave him the opportunity to ask any questions or make any requests that he wanted, but he just silently shook his head.  I was surprised, but he must have resigned himself to his fate.  He is the one who wanted it after all.

The suit was pulled back on in the reverse of a few days ago.  The craftsmen were meticulous when it came to ensuring that every buckle was precisely locked and every connection was firmly seated.  It went very quickly until it was time to lock the helmet in place. 

I purposefully caught his eye and gave him a cold, dead stare.  He rebelled – violently started to struggle against the guards and the craftsmen.  It took a while to get him under control and his panicked screams were finally muted when the helmet was finally locked in place.  I wanted him to believe, at least for the immediate future, that he was going to be locked in that suit for a long, long time.  Funny how one little glance can set someone off like that!

He would calm down and accept his fate.  I thought that we could work on him for about a year – a few weeks in the suit – a few days or so out of it.  It was the only realistic approach.  He wouldn’t know that, of course, I would make sure each stretch was different.  But this first stretch would be maybe three weeks or so.  Permanently locked away in that thing wasn’t an option.  We could make his fantasy come true — just not exactly as he had planned it.

I had him locked back in the padded cell, the craftsmen made sure that the remote monitoring station was up and running, thanked them, and they were on their way to some other project.  They would, of course, be keeping track remotely and making any on-site visits for repair.

It all seemed anti-climactic to me.  He was locked away and I was the only one who held the ‘key.’  I set the electro-device to ensure that he would get a good blast at any attempt at an erection and added a few random ones for good measure.  It was self-running from there.  Should there be any issue with his vital signs an alarm would sound.

I picked up the mic from the monitoring station and gave Roger his second induction pep talk!

 

When they came for me I was eager to get it over with.  I was both excited and terrified, but this was the culmination of a lifetime of fantasies!  They were already waiting with the suit when they brought me into the room.

I didn’t hesitate this time.  The craftsmen started putting the dreaded chastity device in place.  Shoving my balls in first and then my dick into the tube.  It was sealed and locked in place.  The wires trailing for connection to the control box on the exoskeleton.  That — the most dreaded aspect of the suit — being done left them to start to pull the suit itself on.  It felt great, just like it did the first time and even like it did after wearing it for a week.  Every buckle was latched and locked as the moved up my legs, and then they did the arms and finally the chest.  Every inch of my skin was incased in soft, padded leather.  My dick was struggling to get hard — but, thankfully, the electro hadn’t been connected yet — so it was just the discomfort of the chastity tube.

The exoskeleton was locked in place and wired.  The boots and gloves pulled on and locked in place.  I was already drunk with the feel of the leather and excitement of the suit.  As they were lifting the helmet in place I made eye contact with him.  The look in his eye scared me to death.  It was stone cold and cruel.  Whatever his intentions were for me I didn’t know — but I realized that I didn’t want this anymore.  I tried to break free, screaming, and struggling but they overpowered me and locked the helmet in place.  My screams were muted immediately.

I gave up struggling as they led me back to the padded cell.  Somehow I needed to resign myself to the fact that I was now encased in this suit for what might amount to a lifetime.  Now that I was locked in, how cruel would he really be — and for how long?  The dropped me on the padded floor and left — I couldn’t hear them or the door at all.  One of the little improvements that I had wanted — complete sound isolation — we did it electronically since the speakers were already in the helmet.  Even the sound of my breathing was now dampened.

And then his damned voice, “Roger, how does it feel to know that you are now locked-up for good?  That little outburst was unnecessary.  You knew that this was coming all along.  Hell, you masterminded every aspect of it yourself.  Why the fear now?  It won’t be so bad.  You’ll have all the time in the world to think and enjoy the darkness and silence.  All that leather constantly caressing your body.  Sadly no erections or release in that department, but you knew that too.”

He paused for a while, but I could hear him breathing and the background noise of the control room.  “So, how long are we keeping you locked up like this?  How long?   You probably will never know — I don’t imagine you can keep track of time in there, can you?  Oh, well.  Enjoy.  I doubt that we will ever see each other again.  But I will leave you one more little gift — really just a thoughtful way for me to help you actually keep track of how long you’re locked up in that suit.  Good bye, Roger.”

It went silent.  But then very softly, right at the very edge of my hearing – there it was.  What was it?  I strained to hear it but once I did I knew that I would always wish that I hadn’t.  It was a voice, his voice, “1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10…”