New Life Part 6
By now it is getting late, and I am exhausted from my exploits. I need to get some serious sleep. I know from experience that sleeping may be difficult dressed as I am. I am still wearing my gas mask. I have a CPAP machine so for this evening I will hook up my gas mask to the machine. I stoked up the fire. Now I am ready for bed. Swaddled again in heavy blankets I eventually drift off to sleep serenaded by the cadence of the gas mask and sloshing of my fluid filled suits. I quickly fell into a sound sleep.
I spent nearly 48 hours sealed in layers of rubber of one form or the other. This is no time to shed my cocoon and return from my rubber bliss to the real world. I have three more days here in the cabin plus I am sure I will need some time to recover. For now I am enjoying myself again, comfortable in the knowledge that despite the drama of last week’s rubber exploits, I am still ready and willing to seal myself in rubber and enjoy every minute.
Morning comes and I wake to the sounds of birds and the gentle wind in the trees. I look up through the skylight to see the glorious sunshine and the golden glow of the fall leaves in the trees near the cabin. This promises to be a glorious day. It is so peaceful. I am at complete rest. The layers of rubber I am wearing cuddle me and add to this glorious moment. I have a hooded rubber suit as my first layer. I have worn it since yesterday morning. Yesterday midday I added a heavy rubber gimp suit. This gimp suit I am wearing complete with a built-in gag and airtight zipper completes the moment. After I entered this suit yesterday, I was totally sealed from the outside. I then added my hooded gas mask and hose. This is how I slept and this is how I will remain for most of today. I hesitate to move from this bed. By now the fire has once again gone out and the cabin is cold. As long as I stay swaddled in these heavy covers, I am oh so cozy. I will have to eventually get up, start a fire, and attempt to feed myself through the tube in my gag. For now I am satisfied to lay here sealed in rubber stewing in a consume’ of bodily fluids.
Eventually I begin to stir and get out of my rubber sanctuary but not without first pleasuring myself. The orgasmic afterglow almost convinced me to stay in bed even longer but I mustered the will to get up and face the day. It takes a few minutes for the chill to permeate my rubber layers. By then I have a fire started and retire to my lounge chair under a pile of blankets to keep me toasty until the cabin warms up. It takes a little over a half hour for me to feel warm again. I get up to make some coffee. The moment I stand I begin to feel the urge to piss. I have little choice but to add to the cocktail inside my layers. The warmth of my piss slowly spreads through my suits and over my body adding to the sense that I am floating in rubber.
I managed to drink my coffee through a straw. I brought along some “food in a tube” to squeeze into my mouth tube to sustain me throughout the day. Somewhat satisfied, I need to plan for my day’s activities. I really wanted to go outside again and take a walk in the woods. The problem is dressed as I am, I might scare any hiker I might run into. I needed to conjure up some way to cover up my rubberiness. Since it is cool this morning, dressing on full cover warm clothing will not seem out of place to others. To myself this means another layer of warmth to my already hot rubber attire. I would have to endure if I wanted to take my walk. I dressed in a pair of L L Bean Camouflage Men's Maine Guide Wool Pants topped by a Bean’s Men's Maine Guide Wool Anorak and a Smartwool wool balaclava. I figured I could always put the mask part of the balaclava up to cover any signs of my rubber covered face in the event that I met any hikers. I admit this was a bit of overkill and I will no doubt regret all these warm clothes over top of my rubber layers, but if I wanted a walk in the woods, this was all I had to cover me up. I dressed and added my Dr. Marten 1460 lace boots and headed out for my walk.
The morning was cool. It was 38ºF (3ºC) and my plastic eye covers began to steam up immediately. Eventually they cleared and I headed toward a path that led down to the lake. The path was slick from the rain. I began to struggle a bit. The path was steep and my limited vision did not help matters. I managed to make it to the bottom. I began to walk the path next to the lake. It was mostly clean of rocks and branches. Much of it was sand and fine gravel. I was glad as my layers were making it difficult to walk. The fluid in my suits was sloshing with every step and the heavy rubber combined with the heavy wool made for a steamy endeavor. I found a log and sat down to rest. The view looking up at the tree that lined the lakeshore was breathtaking. I sat there for quite some time reconsidering my situation.
By now the sun was beginning to warm things up. I had to admit I had underestimated my situation and realized that all these layers were way too much for me to wear if I planned to walk any further. I decided to walk back to the cabin. I got up and started to walk back along the lake shore. The heat in my suit hood began to steam up my lenses again. This time they did not clear. By the time I reached the path going up to the cabin, my lenses were almost totally steamed up. All I could see were shadows. I started up the path but soon began to slip on the muddy ground. The higher I climbed the harder it was to see. I had no idea where I was on the path but still continued to climb. I slipped one more time. This time I fell and rolled down one side of the path into the woods. Fortunately I did not hurt myself. I assume that all of my layers saved me. I got up and soon realized that I was lost. Even though I was probably only a few yards from the cabin, my steamed up lenses made it impossible to see where I needed to go. The best I could do was try to continue uphill.
I tried my best to walk up the hill to what I had hoped would lead me back to my cabin. I was constantly stumbling and falling, getting caught up in the underbrush. I had no idea if I was getting any closer to the top of the hill or even if I was going in the right direction. The sun was rising and between the heat of the day and my wool covered rubber layers, I was roasting. It must have been close to noon as the sun seemed high in the sky. This means I was wandering aimlessly for hours. It was then that I heard a car approach then voices, a man’s and a woman’s. I was desperate. I did not want them to find me dressed as I was. I laid down in the brush hoping that my camo wool suit would help me blend in and protect my cover. I heard their voices as they seemed to walk down a path to my left. I waited until their voices disappeared until I began to move. I was excited by the sound of their voices. This means that the path is to my left and I began to head that direction. I groped my way until I heard the sound of gravel under my feet. A silhouette of a car appeared and I knew I was close to the cabin. I walked on for about 30 yards before I saw another silhouette. This time it was the cabin. I struggle to find my keys then finally unlock the door. I was safe. I was also exhausted. I desperately wanted to get out of all these wool and rubber layers but the best I could do at the moment was make my way to my lounge chair and rest. Exhausted, hurting, and virtually floating in sweat, cum, and piss, I fell asleep.
When I woke I was in complete darkness. At first I worried that something happened to my eyes but then quickly realized that I had slept well into the evening. It was completely dark in the cabin as I struggled to find a light. My lenses were still fogged up but I managed to find a lamp to turn on. It was time for me to get out of these horrid layers. I sat back down and unlaced my boots, slipped off my heavy wool pants followed by my balaclava and hooded top. I stripped down to my rubber layers. I need to get into the bathroom to remove the rest as otherwise the fluid in my suits would flood the room. I made my way to the shower and proceeded to unzip the airtight zipper of my gimp suit. I was immediately greeted by a vial smell of the human sewer that was contained inside. I turned on the water and flushed out the suit. Next came my inner suit which was by now ballooning with fluids which gushed out nearly overflowing the shower base. I flushed out the suits then stood under the shower for nearly a half hour. I would probably still be there except for the fact that I ran out of hot water. I was so weak that I almost had to crawl out of the shower. I managed to make it up to the loft where I collapsed in the bed. I slept through the night.
It was morning when I heard a knock at the door. I grabbed my robe and scurried down the ladder to answer the door. When I opened it there was no one there. There was just a large box. I brought it in. It was heavy. I checked the shipping address. It came from Bobby back in the city. I opened the box only to find a large blob of shiny rubber and a note. “Dear, Will, I hope this will help your recovery. It is a heavy rubber sleep sack. Unlike most, this one is made of silicone rubber. The reason for the silicone is the inner surface is coated with the same skin medication the doctor prescribed in Germany.” Of course normal rubber would not tolerate the oils in the skin medication. I drug the rubber bundle out of the box only to find that it is a heavy rubber sleep sack. This could not come at a better time since my recent ventures have begun to harm my skin again. I wrestled the bag up into the loft and spread it out on the bed. It was too inviting and since I was naked, there was no time like the presence to try it out.
I discarded my robe and began to slide down into the sleep sack. The skin medication coating the inside of the bag was slippery. It acted like a lube and immediately began to soothe my skin. The further I sank into the bag, the more it felt like I was being swallowed up by it. Next I had to duck my head and shoulders into the attached hood. This took some careful planning. Once in all that was left was to zip up the bag. I wiggled around until I was set in the bag then slowly began to zip up the zipper from the inside. The bag was tight and the silicone did not stretch. I just barely fit in the bag. I struggled with the zipper but finally got it closed. It was like returning to the womb. I was surrounded and cushioned by a fluid-filled membranous sac not unlike the amniotic sac at birth. I decided then and there that this is how I plan to stay my last two days here at the cabin sealed in this rubber sack meditating while swaddled in rubber.
I would slide out of my rubber womb several times a day to take care of personal needs, eat, and drink and tend the fire then return to the recesses of my rubber uterine. I pleasured myself several times a day, all the time luxuriating relishing my rubber cocoon.
I greeted my final morning at the cabin with one last cum after which I slid out of the rubber sleep sack, folded it up and returned it to the box from which it came. I prepared my last meal and cleaned up the cabin. I dressed for the trip home. I retrieved my 0.25mm neck entry suit to wear home. My time in the silicone sleep sack had left my skin feeling super sensitive. The rubber suit took on an even more erotic feeling as I guided it up over my body. I packed my other rubber items and loaded up the car for the drive back to Minneapolis.
My drive back seemed to take less time than when I came up. I admit my mind wandered to what lay ahead. Next weekend is the annual Rubber Ball USA in Minneapolis. We are one of the sponsors for the event and both Sandy and Natasha are both scheduled performers. We will also be part of a fashion show displaying our wares to the public. As an added bonus there will be a live exhibition featuring “Poor Willy”. As usual I have no idea what Sandy has in mind for me. All I know is we have much to prepare. This will be the biggest thing we have done since starting our rubber business.
Sandy teamed up with Natasha to plan for the events. Both of them have had tons of experience in this area. Bobby and I were busy preparing all the rubber items to be displayed as well as all of the items used in the demonstrations. We had a ton of items custom made for the girls to wear ensuring that they all looked their best. Bobby and I worked night and day to get things ready. I had little time for any recreational rubber. I had a feeling that would change once Sandy and Natasha hatched their plans for Poor Willy.
It is now Wednesday. The show starts tomorrow. The camera crew arrived and that signaled that whatever is going to happen to Poor Willy is about to begin. Bobby made a new “face entry” suit for me. It was 0.4mm which was a little on the thick side for a face entry suit. Fortunately I had plenty of help getting me into the suit. There is no way I would be able to get out and go it alone. Next the hood of the suit was peeled back and a second hood was stretched over my head. This one only had long nose tubes and an open mouth. This discouraged me to think I would not be able to see throughout the ordeal. Once I was in the suit and hood the cameras started to roll. My next suit was my 0.2mm bondage suit. Unlike some of my heavy suits, this one fits skin tight. Lots of lube and helpful hands are needed to get me in this suit. The attached hood came last but not before I was once again gagged with a huge mouth and tongue gag. The hood came next and the long nose tubes were fed from the inner hood through holes in the outer suit. I could barely move once I was zipped up. The suit is air tight and my nose tubes were my only contact with the world. I felt someone playing with the zipper leading me to believe I was now locked in this suit.
Next came another surprise. It was another sleep sack. However this one was 0.325” (8.0mm) thick. Sandy was sure to mention all this to the cameras. This sack was also made to my measurements and required more lubricant and even more help to get me into it. My nose tubes were once again fed through to the outside of the sack. Once the attached hood was raised, the air tight back zip was closed and locked. I could not move anything on my body. I was sealed in almost 0.4” (10mm) of rubber and that was not the end. In was wheeled a rubber sarcophagus. With the help of everyone in the room, I was ceremoniously lifted up and placed in the rubber coffin. “We have one last treat for you Willy. Since we doubt you can move in all that rubber, we thought we would give you a treat before sealing you up for the duration.” God! Not three days sealed in all this rubber! They must be saying this for the camera. Before I could contemplate what Sandy just said a vibrator was mashed into my groin. It must have been an amazingly powerful vibe to penetrate all that rubber. I tried to squirm but could not move anything. It took quite some time for things to build but once they did, I let go with a huge orgasm grunting and wheezing through my nose tubes. This brought cheers and applause by the group. Before I could recover, the lid was dropped on, latched and locked. all for the benefit of the cameras at the expense of Poor Willy.
I began to protest. All I could do was frantically grunt through my gag. This is Wednesday. The show begins tomorrow. Why am I going through all this now instead of tomorrow? Candy said, “I think Willy has figured things out. Does he realize that he is stuck in all this rubber until after the Rubber Ball on Saturday?” Sandy replies, “Not yet but he will soon realize his fate. “ With that I was wheeled over to the En Visioned hotel lobby and put on display for all the guests to see as they arrived.
Once again time stood still as I lay there in my rubber cocoon. The only sensation I experienced was when I was moved from one location to another. Other than the occasional sound of muffled voices and the heat constantly building up in my rubber layers, I was completely numb to anything of the outside world. Sometime during my confinement I was wheeled into what I assume was our black Cadillac hearse and off to some location and wheeled in the midst of a crowd.
I heard a large number of voices and an occasional tap on the outside of my rubber coffin. Once in a while I heard someone yell the obvious, “Willy, you OK in there?” I could not answer nor would , they would not hear me plus no I am not OK. Hours passed and I heard the casket lid being unlatched and opened. There was a loud cheer and applause from a fairly large crowd. This was followed by a sudden silence as if something unknown to me was about to happen. Suddenly there was a huge sense of vibration attacking my groin. I began to grunt through my gag. The crowd responded with laughter.
Then came the moment they waited for. I climaxed right in the middle of a crowd of strangers. I grunted and groaned and began to scream from the depths of my heavy rubber layers. The crowd went wild. I was left there shuttering for the orgasmic afterglow. The lid was left off for the rest of the day so anyone who wanted to molest my rubber cocoon could do so without so much as a protest from me. I understand that I was the kinky backdrop to hundreds of group and individual photos. Eventually I was rolled back into a vehicle and back to the hotel. Once in a room, I was lifted out of the sarcophagus and laid on a bed and left for the night. I am sure all of this was duly recorded as a part of the next Poor Willy video.
I managed to sleep although the lack of any movement on my part made it difficult. I assume it was morning when I heard voices. Their voices seemed excited. I had long hoped that all this was just for the camera and I would soon be freed from this insane rubber crypt but all those hopes were dashed when I was left lying here. It was obvious that my fate was once again sealed for the duration. I was rolled onto my back. I heard Sandy’s voice say “Time to feed Poor Willy.”
Suddenly I felt my gag tube fill up with some sort of liquid. I was forced to swallow. This continued for some time. I felt the contents hit my empty stomach. It was a welcome feeling but it also contributed to my dread. It was obvious that I was not getting out of this heavy rubber any time soon.
Once again I was on the move. This time I was on some type of gurney without the rubber casket. I was rolled down to the lobby and once again put on display for the morning. I somehow felt vulnerable without the protection of my rubber casket. Hard to believe since I was in nearly a half inch of rubber but I could feel the hands of the guests touch me as they passed by. I could hear laughter and conversation but not make out exactly what was said. Suddenly I felt a group of hands rubbing my sleep sack all at once the laughter and what sounded like “No no no you can't do that.”
Suddenly my nose and gag tubes were blocked. There was absolutely no air in my rubber layers. I instantly began to buck and squirm frantically. My rubber cocoon was so stiff that my frantic movement was reduced to almost nothing. I tried to scream but the lack of air made it impossible. Whoever was blocking my tubes seemed relentless. They wanted to make sure I had a wild ride. I began to see stars and was about to pass out when my tubes were released. I sucked air so hard through the tiny tubes that they began to whistle. It seemed to take forever for me to recover. By then the voices were gone and I was once again left in silence.
Saturday finally came, not that I was aware of much around me. All this means is I have been trapped in a 0.4mm face entry suit, an airtight 0.2mm suit and and locked in a 10mm rubber sleep sack for a day and a half. I am floating in sweat, piss, and cum with no idea how long I will have to endure this pitiful situation. All I know is I am alone again laying on a bed waiting for what comes next. I hear voices again. This time I hear men’s voices along with Sandy and Natasha. They are lifting me up and I assume putting me back into the heavy rubber coffin. I heard the lid close and the rattle of the latches. After that all I can hear are muffled voices and the sound of my breathing. I am once again wheeled to some unknown location.
I could hear voices in the distance that sounded like a large crowd. It was as if they were in a different room. Then it dawned on me. I must be at the Rubber Ball. Occasionally I heard cheering and applause and raucous laughter. The show must be going on while I wait somewhere off to the side. After an hour of this I felt the coffin moving again. I assume I was being wheeled onto a stage as the cheers and applause grew louder. I heard an announcer call out “And here is tonight's main attraction. The legendary Poor Willy. Give him a round of applause.” The crowd went wild. “And now the stars of the show are our local superstar, Baroness Pandora and the world famous Natasha The Rubber Doll.” Again the crowd went wild.
I heard Sandy’s and Natasha’s voices explain what they see before them. Not that anyone had not discovered my situation in detail before now. There were cheers again. “And now before your very eyes we will awaken our rubber covered sleeping beauty so you can meet the famous Poor Willy in the flesh or should I say, in the rubber.” With that I heard the rattle of the latches as the girls ceremoniously unlocked all of them.
The cover was removed to reveal a rubber ameba shaped figure in a heavy rubber sleep sack. The girls were joined by several rubber-covered men who hoisted me out of the rubber casket and onto a gurney where I was tightly strapped. Seems my release from my rubber chrysalis was going to be delayed and I was about to be an ongoing part of the night’s entertainment. Then I heard the girl’s voice explain that Poor Willy hasn’t eaten or drank yet today. “How about we feed him?” The crowd cheered and applauded.
Unknown to me Candy came out pushing a metal IV stand with an old fashioned glass IV bottle hanging from the stand. Attached to the bottle was a clear plastic tube. What was in the bottle created quite a stir for the crowd. It was piss or at least that’s what it looked like. The stand was placed above my head and the tube connected to my gag tube. Nothing came through the tube at least not right away. They had something more diabolical planned before “feeding” me. Suddenly I felt vibrators jamming into my groin. I screamed through my gag. I heard myself over the speakers as Candy held a microphone over my gag. My every moan and grunt was amplified for all to hear. Here I am in from of a large audience being raped by two lovely dominatrix holding vibrators to my groin every waiting for me to cum for the entertainment of the crowd. I bucked and screamed as much as my constraints would allow.
I finally came into a rage. The crowd went wild cheering and applauding for five straight minutes then it happened. The valve on the piss filled jar was opened and I nearly drowned as the vile liquid rushed into my mouth. There was no way for me to stop the flow. I continued to buck and toss about trying to scream but all that came out was frantic gurgling. Fortunately the piss stopped and I was able to breathe for a few seconds then it started again. This stop and start routine lasted until every drop of the piss filled glass jar was emptied. The tube was removed and I was left to try to recover from the assault.
The show was not over yet. I was unstrapped from the gurney and forced to stand up on the stage. I was being held up by four rubber clad men. A key was produced and with much fanfare Baroness Pandora unlocked the zipper on my heavy rubber sleep sack. The back was peeled open and I was forcibly removed revealing my heavy rubber gimp suit. I was still sealed in my filth filled suit. My extended bondage had made it difficult for me to stand by myself so I was paraded around the stage, supported by men in heavy rubber to a fanfare of applause and cheers. Eventually I was laid back down on the gurney and tightly strapped before I was wheeled off the stage. I am not sure what the announcer said after that. I was just thankful I was out of that insufferably tight rubber sack. I was wheeled through the crowd to the hearse and driven away serenaded by the cheers of adoring fans.
Once back at the hotel I was wheeled to my room. I am not, as they say, out of the woods yet. I am still gagged and sealed in two heavy rubber suits filled with a vile concoction of sweat, piss and cum. I want out of all this rubber. I want to clean up. I want to breathe fresh air and not through rubber tubes and finally I want to eat real food and drink something besides piss. Despite what I want I am still at the mercy of someone else and that someone is Sandy or Natasha. No doubt it will have something to do with Poor Willy. This alternate personage has suddenly become my adversary forcing me into situations beyond my control. The Poor Willy persona rules my life. I am a slave to what was created in my name. I have suffered immensely so that others can enjoy the unprecedentedly brutal treatment of Poor Willy. Buried beneath all this rubber is a man named Will but at this moment all the world see’s is a hopelessly subjugated rubber object who is subjected to unheard of rubber fantasies for the purpose of entertaining the weirdest in the world of rubberists.
To be continued