Secret Fantasies Fulfilled & Then Some

Chapter Eight-1

Chapter Eight

More Changes

I was too tired to attempt any sort of rebellion and even if I had, she could instantly reduce me to a screaming wreck on the floor with just the press of a button. Two minutes later I had been freed of the helmet, my gag and all of my clothing, other than the steel restraints and the more and more confining Latowski chastity belt. She led me to the bathroom and connected my back leash to yet another of newly installed rings, then after I’d finished using the toilet, pointed to the large shower stall and I dutifully stepped inside then stood waiting while she took her clothes off. I stared longingly at her because Jessica had a magnificent body and I saw it fully for the first time in weeks when she stepped in, then turned on the shower so that the water began to cascade over us. She writhed seductively while soaping me all over, then rinsing me off and although I thought I was drained of s****l energy, the sight and feel of her body being so close and touching me, made me harden again, uselessly, within my utterly confining genital security system and I moaned in useless need. I wanted to caress and touch her, but that was, of course, impossible with my wrists chained to the front shield of the belt and any chance of my caressing her had now become a thing of the past. All I would be permitted to feel was the imprisoning steel and rubber and I was coming to hate it intensely.

She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower stall for a moment, returning with a pair of battery operated clippers, a couple of disposable razors and a can of shaving gel. I stared at her questioningly and she explained what was going to happen.

“Your head hair is so long that it gets in the way a lot and is all mussed up by the helmet. As well, the rest of your body hair is going to be a problem with your other equipment. So ... first I’m going to shave it all off, then in a couple of days, you’re going to get a series of injections that will mimic the condition called alopecia. Within a week, all of the hair on your body will be gone forever. Even your eyebrows and eye lashes are coming off, dear.”

I stared at her with shock written over my face, then she continued speaking.

“You really have a thing for rubber and helmets as I’ve discovered. While I was moving all of the equipment up to your new room, I found a beautiful, thick helmet from Rubber’s Finest. You’re going to wear it, or something similar, pretty well all the time from now on, and it will be worn under that beautiful Discipline Helmet as a liner and to bring home to you your complete helplessness. Now, hold still while I use the clippers, then the razor.”

God! At first I’d really liked wearing that thick and confining helmet when I’d played by myself, but even then I’d only worn it for perhaps an hour or two before it had become too much to bear. Now though, I’d have to wear it for far longer times! I shuddered with misery and she saw me do it.

“Oh! I guess you don’t really want to wear it, do you? Well, too bad, dear, that’s yet another part of the new ensemble you’re going to have to get used to, like it or not.”

Ten minutes later I was as bald as an egg with even my eyebrows having been erased by the sharp steel blades, then she had me close my eyes and cut off my eye lashes also! She rinsed me off thoroughly, massaged a bad smelling and stinging lotion into my skull and face and stood back to inspect her work, then held up a hand mirror so that I could see myself. Although I didn’t want to look, curiosity made me, and I was shocked by the transformation and at how androgynous I now appeared. It was the last time for many weeks that I’d see my uncovered facial skin.

“I’m going to briefly remove your collar and fit you with a pair of ear buds, then the helmet goes on and as I said, it will act as an inner one from now on. Open your mouth for the gag pad when I pull it over your face and be good!”

She unlocked the thick, wide steel band from around my neck and it felt strange not to feel its constant presence, then seconds later, slathered on another coat of silicon oil, massaging it into my skin with strong fingers. She applied a third coating but didn’t work this one in, just leaving it on the surface, then slipped the first loose rubber casing over my head, pulling it around and down so that the holes for my eyes, nose, and mouth were all aligned properly. Stepping behind me with her prominent breasts brushing against my back, she pulled the heavy zipper closed from the crown of my head to the base of the neck tube and the helmet slipped easily over my oiled skin, then tightened dramatically over my face. I gasped, feeling its compressing confinement, knowing I’d not be allowed to escape its constant, strict encasement. She checked to see that every hole was where it should be and that the neck tube was without wrinkles, pulled all the way down to form a smooth column, then she fitted me with the collar once more and I felt as though I was going to faint from the overwhelming sensation of confinement and the knowledge that I could not now remove the rubber helmet when I wanted out of it. With the neck tube acting as a liner, the compression of the steel band was much more noticeable and I shuddered from that sensation also, even though having experienced it before.

“OK. Time for cleaning your parts,” she stated, then released the link that joined my thigh cuffs so closely together. “Spread your legs!”

I did as she commanded, happy to have my thighs able to spread apart, even if only for a few moments, then, she knelt in front of me and with a large syringe, injected a warm, soapy solution into each of the side ports of the steel cup. It felt good to have the cleaning done, then a few moments later, two rounds of rinsing solution followed. The final application of the syringe was done, this filled with blue gel that was used to ensure a full electrical connection and lastly, she injected the silicon oil.

“Close your thighs.”

There was no choice and so I followed her direction and a minute later both of the confining cuffs were re-joined with a lock, then we returned to the cell and once inside again, she pulled me over to the bed. When I again saw the massive fittings that would hold me down, I hesitated to move closer, but she was having none of my reluctance.

“Get up on the bed or I’ll have to start your discipline right now,” she commanded firmly.

What choice did I have? I dared not rebel and so moved to the side of the fearsome piece of furniture, then turned and sat on the cool rubber sheet, sliding on it thanks to my heavily-oiled body.

“Sit up straight and hold still,” she commanded. “I’ve got some additions to make to your ensemble before you lay down.”

She brought up the bulb to inflate my gag and connected it a second later, then gave it a half dozen firm squeezes, thoroughly silencing me. I panicked, feeling the bladder within my mouth expand to a hard presence, pressing down a little on my tongue, but she ignored my whines and attempted protests. Next, she applied the blinder panel, then there was a momentary pause before the gag suddenly swelled even more inside my mouth! I panicked fully then and began struggling when she gave the bulb another squeeze, becoming very agitated, but she released a little air and I settled down, then there was another brief pause. To my horror, I felt her slipping one of the helmeted gas masks over my already-encased head and face! Now my whole head was entombed in two layers of thick, tight rubber and the gas mask and there was no way I could remove any of them! I moaned with fear, but only soft sounds issued from the air ports, while with firm jerks on the mask’s securing web of straps, overlaying the helmet itself, she soon had it fastened to an air tight seal. I knew which mask she’d used, because when it was zipped closed and everything was tight, nearly all sound disappeared. This one had deep pads over the ears and the others were already being modified in the same way. Until now, I’d enjoyed playing in it ... but this situation was entirely different!

Her hand pushed me back to lay on the mattress, then continued to prod until I was positioned properly for my nightly restraints to be applied. My head was lifted slightly and I felt her fit the metal over-collar, then it clamped securely onto my regular one. A moment later she fitted me with the bed’s waist restraint and I felt it riding tightly around my middle, above the imprisonment of the Latowski chastity belt’s waist band. I felt its compression grow when it too was locked and it was then that a full-blown panic attack struck and I frantically attempted to twist from side to side, jerking my hands and arms against their lock to my front crotch cover, kicking my legs against the locked-together thigh cuffs and the cruelly short ankle chain, all the while attempting to beg into the gag to be freed of the all-encompassing bondage.

She was not prepared to accept any rebellion and as soon as I began to thrash and fight, stepped back and picked up the remote control for my chastity belt, then pressed the buttons a couple of times. With a predatory smile I couldn’t see, she touched the Command button and held it down. Under the crotch cover, intense shocks flowed through my captive, swollen male organ and I screamed in maddened pain, writhing even more dementedly, but the disciplining pulses didn’t stop for the longest time! I thrashed madly from the pain, mindlessly attempting to escape her disciplining, but of course, there was no way to avoid it and after a few seconds more of intense, needling shocks, I subsided to lay in gasping, weeping terror and thus allow her to complete my securing. When at last she released the button I had been reduced to gasping, howling sobs and for a moment she left me to lay there in peace; spent and frightened to make any movement at all. My urinary drain hose was plugged in and she also connected the charging wire for my shocker unit to its fitting at the front, ensuring that I’d never be free of her capability to remotely discipline me whenever she wished. Jessica resumed securing me and short moments later I lay thoroughly immobilized on the mattress, blind and deaf, while she fitted the rubber sheet, then tightened it to its mounts on the sides of the bed frame.

She pulled over a set of the black, corrugated hoses and quickly screwed their ends into the gas mask’s intake and exhaust ports, then watched carefully for a minute while I inhaled and exhaled. I knew immediately that she’d connected me to the air system, for now I could smell only the rubbery odour of the hoses themselves and feel the slight restriction to my inhalations. Satisfied, she walked to the door, turned off the light and stepped out into the hall; closing and locking the thick portal behind her to leave me buried in a doubled layer of utter blackness. I had been abandoned for the night, or so I thought, until I remembered that she’d promised I would be disciplined for my earlier pleasures! Deeply frightened of what she was going to subject me to, I struggled in terror within my rubber cocoon, desperate to avoid any more of her cruel punishments while within the cloying mask, I stared into the unending blackness. I could hear nothing, regardless of how I strained to do so, then tears of terror pooled in my eyes while I struggled, now fearfully aware of the effort required to attain each breath.

For the longest time nothing happened while I became more and more frightened of the situation I was in, for there was no possible way I could escape any of my restraints, or any of the other things I wore. That knowledge alone made me nearly mindless with fear. Even if I could have called out, no one would hear my cries! Panicky gasps shook my body while I struggled against the rigid restraints under the tented sheet, and then ... the disciplining began. Long skeins of electrical energy flared under the chastity belt and my hips automatically tried to rotate my body away from them, while at the same time, I strained to pull my legs up against their tight clamps and close my thighs protectively together. Just this initial torment made me howl from the penetrating streams of torturing energy, bouncing frantically against the clamps holding me on the rubber mattress; my fingers clawing frantically but uselessly in mid-air. The shocks backed off to a bearable, but deeply uncomfortable buzzing sensation, then became sharp pulses every half second. I could barely manage to handle them, but then they slowly increased in strength and their tempo moved again to a high speed oscillation and stayed that way so that in only a minute I immediately began howling again, struggling dementedly to escape. Again and again they backed off to the half second bursts and stayed that way for a long time, then once more escalated into the realm that made me go crazy ... and the final time, stayed there until I fainted in a screaming fit, vowing to never again make her have reason to subject me to this torment.

Of course, this was a stupid vow to make because she could easily bring me to an orgasm using the stimulating electrical signals, and then, because my body would betray me and react as she wanted it to ... she would then make it a reason for disciplining me for enjoying an orgasm. It wasn’t fair in any way! I was exhausted by my struggles and the aftermath of the electrical discipline and with nothing to keep me awake, dropped into an exhausted sleep.