Next came a garment that looked something like a pair of rubber chaps. The rubber was much thicker than the rubber one piece he had already been given to wear. He attached it around his waist first and then struggled to zip up the legs. He had to pull hard on the thick rubber in order to close the zip on each leg.
As each zip closed, he could feel the rubber constricting his legs, closing and squeezing them in its unyielding embrace. This was like bondage. The rubber acting like ropes. Tying up each part of his body in turn. As this thought crossed his mind his dick throbbed even harder against his rubber-covered stomach. He really was a perverted pig. He was not able to deny it now. His dick shouted it loud. His Master smirked.
But these were not normal chaps. They also had thick rubber straps with buckles on each leg, so that the legs could be bound together. Before this was done to him, his Master produced what looked like motorbike boots.
"Put these on too cunt." He tried to bend his left leg to get his foot into the left boot, but this was very difficult as he struggled against the thick tightness of the rubber chaps.
"You trying to fuck me off cunt? You don't want to be doing that you little piece of shit because you know who'll come off worse."
He bent over and tried to move the left boot closer to his foot. The boot was very heavy. He then realised why. The left boot was attached to the right boot. They were in fact bondage boots. He finally got his left foot in place and after struggling some more got his right foot into the correct place.
His Master quickly laced them up. Then he pulled the straps together. First at the bridge of the foot. Then another at the ankles. Again at the middle of the calf and the last at the top of the calf. He put a padlock on the last strap to keep it in place. Without a key those boots were going to stay on his slave's feet forever.
The slave grunted as he pulled tightly on the straps on the chaps, pulling his slave's legs together; one strap beneath the kneecap, another immediately above. Then again mid thigh and the last at the top of the thigh and directly underneath his exposed buttocks. His slave heard the padlock close and lock on the last strap.
Once his legs and feet were tightly bundled together, he had trouble keeping his balance. He swayed rather dangerously from side to side as he tried to keep from toppling over.
"Go on, fall on your face cunt. I don't care. A few black eyes and a broken nose would make you look hornier anyway... perhaps that can be arranged some day soon.". His Master laughed.
The slave had always been quite vain about his looks, always pleased that he could turn a head when walking down Old Compton Street. The idea of losing his good looks did not appeal one bit. He shuddered slightly at the thought. He didn't say anything though, just looked at his feet, the way he knew he should.
His master then placed his feet into a rubber body bag sort of contraption. It was only a half a body bag, with a bib type arrangement on the top, with straps going over his slave's shoulders. Again the zips of the body bag were locked in place, but with the slave's cathetered dick and balls on the outside. Similarly the pipe from his slave's arse was not covered over but poked out through a corresponding hole in the bag. Finally the shoulder straps were padlocked in place. Now the bottom half of his slave was completely encased in three layers of rubber. That part of his body did not look human. It was like some sort of rubber being from another planet.
Only his upper half resembled a human form, but that did not last for long. His Master produced a rubber straight jacket. The slave's mind went wild. He had always fantasised about being placed in one of these, but he had been afraid also. He knew that once a prisoner was in one of them there was no escape. Even if there were no rubber covering his lower body, he would begin to get hot. Rubber encasing his lower body also would mean that there was almost no place that would allow the heat to escape.
His Master forced his rubber-gloved hand down into the bottom of the sleeves and pulled the thick rubber over his shoulders. He then tightened the straps at the back of the jacket one by one starting at the neck and working downwards.
"Breathe in, you cunt." His Master pressed his knee into his slave's back as he pulled hard on the middle two straps. The wind was pulled out of him, before the straps were fixed in place.
The thick rubber of the jacket then pulled tight across his chest, restricting its movement. He had to struggle for each breath. He started to panic, but he knew better. That would only make it worse. He concentrated on controlling his breathing, slowing it down and not forcing it. It still hurt across his chest but it was bearable. Just.
Before strapping the slave's arms into place, his Master attached a leather suspension harness to his slave. He strapped it around his slave's torso and attached it to the body bag around his bottom half.
He then crossed his slave's arms tightly across his front. Again he used his knee to get the straps tighter, thereby increasing the pressure on his slave's chest. He just grunted. Finally over the top his Master placed another rubber straightjacket but this time a jacket with no arms.
The slave now looked on what was his body. It was now just a mass of black dirty rubber. You could hardly make out a human form. This of course was the effect that his Master wanted. He was no longer a human being. He was just an animal to be abused. And abused he would be. He could not even imagine what was to happen to him.