Postby PolygonCactus » Tue Apr 15, 2014 11:17 am
James passed me a towel and I dried myself. Having cleared off the worse of the water I held my towel over my regions. James led me over to the middle of the bathroom where he’d placed some sturdy boxes.
My house, several times older than my parents, had originally been constructed as a mill barn, and then converted into a living space. The original barn had great wooden beams running across it, with various hooks attached for day to day work. Now these beams ran just below the ceiling, jutting from one wall to the next.
James allowed me to climb up on the crate and then stood up on it himself. All too close for comfort.
“Grab those with your hands” indicating to two steel pegs in the beam. I did so and was left with my arms outstretched in a spread eagle like position. James tugged the now useless from my hand.
James swiftly tied my hands to the pegs, satisfied with his tie removed the collar and dried my neck.
Breaking my silence I whined “James, can I put some clothes on.”
“Just a second.”
James left the room, returning a few moments later. I tried to twist my neck around, as I was facing away from the door, however I couldn’t see what he was carrying.
Living inland I’d never seen a wetsuit in real life, only on television. However I figured that’s what was placed at my feet.
“Step into the legs.”
James pulled the wetsuit up onto my body roughly. It was a size too small and I’d never worn one before. I shivered as the tight, slightly rough neoprene swallowed my legs, thighs and crotch.
“Do I have to wear this, please?” I asked, feeling the tight material around my bulge.
James abruptly walked over to the sink, where he’d dropped some equipment before. He returned from behind, leaving me unable to see him. Returning, he stood up on the crate behind me, his body heat hitting my still uncovered back. He placed something on top of my head and began to roll it down, I realized it was a sort of wetsuit hood.
“Alright, please?” I asked.
Silence.
“Ple- mmmgff” James shoved a ball into my mouth, holding it there with his sweaty hand.
WIth his other hand he rolled down the hood. It left an open window for my eyes and nose, and had a thin breathable patch than covered from the chin to below the nose.
Once it was secured he stepped back and admired his handy work, the hood keeping the gag in place.
“mmmggfff” I yelled, I could already feel the drool wetting the hood.
James loosened my left hand and forced it into the sleeve of the wetsuit, quickly tying it back up. He did the same with the other and then zipped up the wetsuit as I struggled. I tried to kick him, however feared losing my footing and falling with my hands supporting me.
James quickly leaned down and tied my legs together with a length of rope. He then pulled a pair of wetsuit boots over my feet and reattached my faithful mittens, now cold with sweat.
My hands were loosened and I moved my arms around uncertainly, feeling odd in the restricting wetsuit. He then released my legs and gently pushed me off the stack of crates, allowing me to land on two feet.
“Ok, if you don’t muck around I’ll release you this evening” James said seriously.
I nodded and James led me back into the living room. The documentary was resumed and we sat down on the couch, awkwardly adapting to the new sensations of the tight, warm wetsuit.
After 20 minutes or so I stood up and returned to my room. By now the wetsuit was steamy and uncomfortable, I could feel the layer of sweat built up underneath the neoprene.
As I slid down on to the bed the wetsuit tightened, with the friction holding some parts back. Gently began rubbing my hands against various parts of the wetsuit, feeling the new sensations.
My enjoyment was suddenly interrupted as the door swung open. James stood in the doorway as I turned around quickly, trying to act casual. It was hard when you were wearing a full wetsuit while gagged and tangled in the bedsheets.
“Having fun” he smirked “I guess I won’t let you go then”.
I mmmphed angrily.
“Fair’s fair, I guess” James walked over and removed the mittens before turning and leaving.
With the mittens off I was able to begin pulling off the wetsuit. First I pulled off the hood, allowing my sweaty hair to flop over my face. Spitting out the gag I massaged my jaw, biting at empty air as I acclimatized to not having the gag. Finally I stood up and began peeling of the wetsuit, making a squelching sound as the sweat filled wetsuit separated from my skin, shiny with perspiration.
Quickly I pulled on a pair of boxers and leaned out of my bedroom door.
“Hey, James!”
“What?”
“What do I do with these?”
“I don’t know. I got them at a yard sale. Do you want to keep them?”
Why the hell would I want to do that? Mouth opening to form words No thanks I looked back at the garments and paused, my hand subconsciously shifting down.
“Yeah. Thanks. I’m going to bed now.”
I dug around my room a bit and found an old wooden box underneath my wardrobe (a pile of clothes in a corner). I folded up the wetsuit neatly and put it in the chest, along with the other gear. I threw in some memorabilia, putting some money and an old hard drive on top. An innocent chest of private objects, locked to protect my money.
There we go, that's part 1 complete, I guess. I think I want to develop this more, perhaps as an intimate TUG. In the meantime I'm going to write another PG-17 fic. So do look out for it. I apologize for the late reply - This was actually all prewritten, I just had issues with Google locking me out for moving around (no I am not going to tie my drive full of textual porn to my mobile number thank you very much).