Chapter Six

Preparing For A Strong Taste

And so things evolved for the next weeks. Connie took me on some truly unbelievable excursions into intense B&D and S&M, that even in my wildest dreams, I’d never imagined possible. She made me experience sensations that were deep and intense, then last so long that I was totally immersed in my wildest fantasies. These timed sessions with her grew more and more intricate and lengthy and so my resolve to not go for Option Two slowly began to dissolve and look more and more attractive as a full-on life style. Her constant hints of what was to come, if that happened, tantalized me terribly, for I knew that I could easily make it come to pass with only a few words, but once I’d spoken those words, that was the end of my life as I had thought I might live it.

The prospect of becoming the slave to a non-human, silicon-based life form Goddess, for that is how I had come to regard her, was completely scary. What did ‘she’ know of human feelings, sensations and emotions? Certainly, Connie knew my reactions to pain and pleasure stimuli, but had no true comprehension of the misery or joy that they could be for human mind, flesh and blood. Yes, she said that she’d not kill or maim me, but what had she got ready and waiting in her arsenal of discipline? What a quandary she left me in. And she was, of course, fully aware of it, thanks to my physical and mental responses, every time I thought of it. The visions of what it would be like to be a constantly and perhaps cruelly-controlled slave distracted me from work that needed to be accomplished, leaving me in a boiling mental turmoil every day.

With each session she took control of in the weeks following, the intensity of the play seemed to extend beyond my ability to respond, but she continued to push the envelope and I became deeply addicted to the incredible highs and horrid lows she transported me too. Connie continued to keep me from trying the new ‘Still Suit’, but then the day came when I requested we do it for three days of full enclosure, and I meant ‘full’ in every sense of the word. Seemingly reluctantly she acceded to my request and so I finally got to open the package and inspect the thing that was to contribute to my ultimate downfall.

All of the packages had been taken to my ‘dressing room’ to await opening and so I was very quickly inside it, down in the basement. As per ‘my’ request, the suit was shiny black, although literally any colour could have been chosen, but Connie had elected to stick to the traditional. The suit itself was reminiscent of the standard, diver’s wet suit, but made of slightly thicker man made rubber and with no neoprene foam padding. At first, I was dismayed, for it seemed far too small for my frame and there seemed to be little elasticity to it, then, when I inspected the smooth-surfaced garment more closely I knew it would conform perfectly to my body, limbs, head and face. Its thickness and strength of construction was intentional, for buried within its membrane was a host of sensors. and electrodes, and all of these could be read and controlled by Connie. The suit came with full gloves attached, a pair of individually-toed feet and had only two openings to the outer world: the neck access and a through-the-crotch slot.

As a part of the under-structure, the suit came with a pair of high-waisted male ‘jockey shorts’, but these were totally unlike anything available in even the raciest of stores. Essentially, they were built like a firm, long-legged panty girdle with a high waist, but there was a substantial difference at the crotch where a self-adhesive, roll-on catheter awaited application. This thick-walled appendage had some sort of wiring built-in and not only that though, but the tube-like enclosure that would result was just the first portion of the urinary device. Within it was a long, slippery-looking internal catheter that had to be inserted into the urethra and up into the bladder! Immediately behind it was a tight sack designed to support, firmly separate and quite literally imprison the testicles: this to be placed in an armoured cup that would cover, protect and lock them away. I noticed the silvery electrodes within this sack with growing trepidation, knowing that they too would be used. Behind that was the large, conical, hollow butt-plug, complete with an expansion and extension capability and it also had a vibration and electrical shocking option. This part of the garment had to be put on first, then, the remainder followed easily. I already knew that even wearing this alone I would begin to feel trapped within a pervasive, over-all compression.

It was time to don the suit.

Fitting myself with the butt plug was a decidedly uncomfortable process, but once it was fully inside I slowly became used to it, then, it was time to insert the urinary catheter. I trembled, feeling the long, slick tube going dee