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I never imagined that I would become what I am today. A fucking sex slave in the hands of a perverted master Marcus is my master and owner. It took me weeks to finally understand what I had done to myself. It all started that fateful day trying to steal a classic Alfa Romeo from someone who never thought it had so many secrets. Fall into a trap. From hunter I became prey. When I woke up, I found myself wrapped in a strip of tape from head to toe like a mummy and since then my routine of being tied up and manipulated has not stopped. I admit that at first everything went against my will. I struggled to escape the bizarre prison of either the perverted master or the hypnosis master's clinic. Another pervert, that one has a long history. I almost succeeded in my endeavor if not for the control collar around my neck. Which today is my definitive use accessory. I tried to escape and surprise the guards of the master of Clinic Sr. Caputo and his prisoners. I put on the facade that no prisoner fetish had ever done. All to avoid being a modern-day slave to a pervert. But I remember a guy stuck in a straitjacket when he said he was in that clinic voluntarily. I'm still not sure if I spoke spontaneously or if it was the effect of hypnosis. Finally, here I am. I was placed inside a strange machine as soon as I was captured. I'm still going to talk about my reactions inside the evil cocoon. And from the moment I was placed there, I only woke up on top of a comfortable bed in a rustic house in the middle of a rural field. Soon I felt that my body was suffocated by something until I found myself dressed in a tight jumpsuit made of resinous latex. Although I felt naked I was clothed. My body was sensitive as were my senses. He was familiar with such a suit as he had worn one after having stolen it from one of the guards at Mr. Caputo to escape from there. But this one had something different I tried to stretch the elastic fabric and it was impossible to break. Imagine that it was hard wearing the skin-tight outfit and me while I was at odds. To finish the test I realized that the path was not only tight but was sealed with locks at the cuffs, ankles and collar of the throat. In the end, my body is sealed without me being able to access the zipper. Still trying to understand what I was feeling, I noticed my bulge bigger than normal. As I ran my hand over my cock that was growing under the latex fabric, my kidnapper appeared.
Or rather Owner. Mr Marcus.
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