Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2022 13:47:50 +0100
From: Depravpig <depravpig@orange.fr>
Subject: Morphed into a pig /  Part 5

Hearing his lodger walking in the room was like an electro shock and i
was torn between fear and excitement as they talked for a bit.
They just chatted about normal stuff like if i was not in rubber, gagged,
blindfolded and hogtied on the floor.
Nothing more than an object. Nothing worth noticing. And that was
probably worst than being tied up on the floor.
That was a mind fuck.
i wished the floor could swallow me but i started to imagine being thrown
into a pit for storage.
So nope, not a good thing to imagine.
I stopped daydreaming when i realized they were talking about me as they
walked out of the room.
I was left alone, straining again the bondage sweating like a pig in the
rubber, trying to find a more comfortable
position.
And i was definitely drooling around the gag.
It was filling my mouth completely forcing me to move my lips around it,
and i had to slide my tongue around it to swallow.
By now the strong taste of rubber was coating my throat.
Rubber was my world for now, feeling my body encased in the shorty,
tasting and smelling the penis gag. And of course my
dick tried to get hard in its plastic cage.
I could not believe I was locked in chastity. That was one thing
imagining being locked up.
Fantasizing about it.
The reality was more brutal. I could sort of get hard but the confinement
was constant.
The biker said he had no interest in my cock but I remembered saying how
much I would deserve some hard CBT.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.


When the biker came back, he knelt next to me and started to undo the
hogtie.
I was so glad he had enough of me in that position and I was looking
forward being able to move around.
In my dreams.
My feet just dropped to the floor and my arms laid flat as he took the
rope off.
He removed the wrists restraints and told me to get on my knees.
He took the blindfold off and i could see him smirking as he rubbed my
head pushing it on his groin.
He made me feel his hard dick through the trousers.
I started to rub my gagged mouth over it but he quickly stopped me
pushing my head off.
He knelt in front of me grabbing something in my back. Clothing of some
sort.
He put my arms in the sleeves and pulled it up. It was heavy.
My hands could not come out at the end of the sleeves.
I looked down and saw him pulling a zipper up and starting to close the
straps all over my front.

A STRAITJACKET. A THICK CANVAS STRATJACKET.

And he started to lock it on me.

With every strap pulled extra hard through the buckle and closed on the
last hole, the jacket got tighter and tighter from my neck down.
Once he locked the five straps, he put a padlock on each buckle.
Then he reached behind me, grabbed both straps at the end of the sleeves,
pulled on them crossing my arms in my back.
He passed the straps in a loop on the jacket and locked them in place.
He moved behind me and i felt him locking a strap around my arms, adding
another padlock, keeping my arms sealed in my back.

He had me in a reversed straitjacket.
FUCKING BASTARD.
And i made sure to tell him what i thought.
I tried. All i could do was mumbling around the penis gag.

`'I was going to take that gag off but you just earned yourself more
time with it.''

He reached for something behind me and pulled it over my head. More
fucking straps. A rubber head harness.  A muzzle.
Something i mentioned in the past.
Me and my big mouth...
He tightened the straps as much as possible, squeezing my head in the
relentless web, forcing the penis gag even deeper in my mouth.
Then i felt and heard him putting padlocks all over it.
Like if tied as i was i could have escaped. But i knew that it was part
of my mind fuck. I shook my head. That was fucking tight.

I had no choice.

I had no say.

I was his.

The head harness had a metal plate on the front with a thick ring hanging
from it. He grabbed the ring, pulled me up on my feet,
grabbed two straps hanging from the jacket, pulled them through my legs
and locked them in place. TIGHT.

He was taking his time. Making sure that every thing was very tight.

Unescapable.

Using the muzzle's ring he dragged me in front of the sofa and forced me
flat on my front, my head near he sofa.
Near the very short middle leg. With a ring embedded in it.
Who the fuck would have a ring in one of the sofa's feet? I moved my
eyes to the side and saw a ring in one the end foot.
But i didn't have much time to think about the possibilities as he
passed a padlock through the muzzle's ring and locked it to ring on the
sofa.
I instantly pulled on it, and no surprise there, i was well locked in
place at his feet. Again.

With my head glued to the floor i could just stare at him as he undid a
thick belt. He passed it under my legs just above my knees.
He grabbed my ankles pulling both my legs back up and closed the belt
around them.
He locked it in place. TIGHT.
He grabbed the harness pulling my head up slightly, spat a large gob on
my forehead and smeared it all over my face.
Then he reached insides trousers, rubbing his hand all over his cock and
balls. At least I was turning him on.
He pulled his hand out and rubbed it all over my face. Rubbing his smell
on my face.
When he stopped his hand over my nose i inhaled as much as I could.
That was like fucking poppers to me. And I moaned in the gag.
Making him laugh.
He put the blindfold back over my eyes and dropped my head.

He sat back on the sofa to watch tv resting his feet on my back.

On his footrest.

The first hogtie was tight, but being enclosed in the jacket, my arms
immobilized in my back and with all the straps locked so tight was
another thing.
A complete other level.
I had no room to move. His feet solidly planted on my back taking away
any possibility to move.
The straps were so tight that I really felt being enclosed in the thick
canvas.
My head had little room to move. I could only turn it to one side to the
other.
And when I moved too much, he just planted one of his feet on it to keep
it still.
His foot slowly moving on my head on purpose or nOt.
But I quickly ended with his foot on my nose. The stink of his sock
filling my nose.
I got the message, I had to stay still. And I tried. But I was not used
to this, and a part of me kept thinking that it was wrong.
He got up a couple of times and the he came back he just sat back on the
sofa, his feet on me.
I quickly lost track of the time totally sealed, kept silent and in the
dark. I was lost ion my own mind.
And when I heard him tuning the tv off, my mind went on alert.
But nothing.
I could hear him reading a paper.
But he was eventually done.

He undid the strap holding my legs and I slowly put them down, stretching
them.
Next he unlocked the harness from the ring on the sofa and he told me to
get up.
Not an easy thing do restrained as I was. He watched me struggling for a
bit until he had enough and helped me to get on my feet.
He attached a leash to the ring on the harness and dragged me out of the
room and back upstairs in his bedroom.
He put back on my knees against the end of the bed. But not exactly as I
have been before. I could feel the foot of the bed
between my legs, and my head was resting against one of the column. He
locked my ankles together underneath the bed, removed the blindfold,
unlocked the head harness and took it off. I was staring at him. Trying
to guess his next move as he was searching for something in his
wardrobe.
But he was doing what he wanted.
And the large poster collar he was holding as he walked back towards me
was the proof of that.
He removed the penis gag and I could not swallow all the spit fast enough
and I just drooled all over the jacket.
He just cleaned it with his hand and rubbed it all over my face.
He put the collar around my neck forcing my head up. It was a large piece
of leather with two buckles in the back and a plate on the front to keep
my head up.
He made sure to close it on the smallest setting.

I thought he was done but I should have known better. He grabbed a
leather strap, looped it around the collar and the column
to hold my head in place even more.

He stood looking at me smirking;

`'I bet your mind is going wild boi. That is easy so far. But believe
me I will tun you into a fucking pig.''
He squatted in from of me. He grabbed my face with one of his hands and
squeeze tight.

`'OPEN.''

Once my mouth was open he spat in it four times.

`'Keep your hole open.''

He got up, he took his trousers off and stood facing me, his hard cock in
front of my mouth;
He moved closer, putting his glans in front of my open mouth.
I wanted to resist him. I wanted to close my mouth.I wanted to resist the
inevitable.
But I kept my mouth wide open, my tongue coated with the thick gob. Thick
like lube. He had greased my hole.
He gave me few minutes to think. Not to get used to the idea but for mr
to understand how helpless i was.
I had given myself to him and he was going to make me his thing. A
footrest or a fuck hole.
He pushed his hard dick deep in my mouth. Making me gag on it.
He started to face fuck me.
No gentle feeding.
He fucked my mouth hard and rough enjoying my gagging sounds as he forced
his dick deep in my mouth again and again.
He forced his burning cock deep in my mouth, slamming it in and out
holding it with one hand.

When I closed my mouth around it he just slapped me.

`'Keep that hole open cunt. I will tell you when I want you to suck it
because you are crap at it. And keep your fucking tongue out.''

And like a stupid dog i pushed my tongue out, panting as he kept face
fucking me.
His cock was sliding in and out, rubbing may tongue.

There were tears streaming down my face and that turned him on even
more.
I was his fuck hole. Something for him to take.
He pulled back slightly and fuck my mouth at a slower pace for a bit
before plunging his dick deep in my mouth again and again.

Slow fucking.

Deep and rough fucking.

Making me gag.

Slow fucking.

Deep and rough.

Slow.

Rough.

And so on and on and on and on...

When done he rubbed his dick covered with my saliva and bile all over my
face making sure to cover me with it.

Marking me.

`' Don't worry you will learn to take it all boi.''

WHAT? FUCK.

He was holding his cock and i realized that he did not fuck me completely
with it.

When he decided he had enough he released me from the bed, he took the
posture collar off, he undid all the locks and straps on the jacket and
removed it.
He unlocked my feet from underneath the bed without removing the
restraints.
He put a rubber collar around my neck and locked it with a padlock. Using
a ring on it he dragged me to the toilet.

`'Take the suit off, do what you have to do boi. Last chance before
tomorrow''

He left me alone to relieve myself. When done I was not sure what to do.
I walked slowly back in the bedroom expecting to find him there but the
room was empty.
So I just thought about what I would have expected from a sub.
I knelt down, hands behind my back and waited.

After a short time he came back holding a plate with sandwiches one hand
and a dog bowl in the other.
He put the plate one the bedside table and the bowl on the floor in front
of me.
The food was pieces of chicken, bread, tomato, salad roughly curt and
mixed together.

He grabbed a pair of rubber mittens from his toy cupboard and locked them
on my hands, rending them useless.
He sat on the bed, grabbed a book and started to eat.
It didn't take a genius to know what was expected from me.

I got on all four and ate from the bowl.

Like a dog.

There I was. On all four, eating out of a dog bowl while he was stretched
on the bed eating and reading. That was my place now. And I knew that
things would only get harder.

He came in front of me with a small bottle of water in his hand.

`'Thirsty boi?''

I nodded my head.

He held the bottle as i drank. Even for something like food and drink he
was in charge.

When the bottle was empty. He grabbed the collar and dragged me to the
side of the bed.
`'On your back boi''

When I laid on the floor as ordered, he locked my wrists together, passed
a chain through the rings on the mittens,
pulled my wrists up and lock the chain to the column.

He did the same to my ankles.

I was stretched on the floor next to the bed and chained in place.

He kneeled next to me close to my head holding his cock.

`'Open boi. I need to piss.

Come on. Put your lips around it.''

I had to struggle a bit to reach his cock. I closed my lips around it.
And as soon as my lips were sealed around his cock he let got a strong
stream of piss.

I had to swallow quickly because my mouth was willing rapidly. I had to
take large gulps of piss. Nearly chocking.

When he finished he pulled his cock out and shook the last drops on my
face? Rubbing his wet glans on my lips.

He reached for the blindfold and covered my eyes. He put a blanket over
me.

I heard him getting in bed and turning the lights off.

And it was the end of the first day...............

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