I fidgeted a little in the back of the cab as the vehicle bounced along, nervously playing with my phone. Tapping the screen on and off, without looking again at the message that had popped up from my boss. I knew what it said. Of course I did. I had read the message half a dozen times within minutes of receiving it, my head a whirl of motion.

First Client Request for Michael Madison. Initial Bell Jar Occupation and Testing. New Client. One Week Duration. Address and Client Details to Follow.

I took a moment to fuss over my company uniform to take my mind off what my future job, smoothing barely noticeable creases off my black polo shirt and slacks. Wouldn't do to show up looking a mess to my first assignment. I sighed, running a hand over my close cut ginger hair. I was nervous alright. I had mostly been doing administrative work for the company for my first six months. But then, getting to talk with a couple of the occupation test subjects, I had slowly realized just how much money they made. And after yet another week of dull dull dull paperwork, and a few courage inducing drinks, I had applied to switch my company status over. That had been last week. Now, three days later, I was rolling along to a stranger's home for my first time.

Adam, my co-worker, had been the real convincing talker. He had started being an occupant a couple months after I started working admin at the company. Going over to his house (an actual house!) to talk to him about this had clinched things.

Adam had been lounging on a couch, playing the latest COD, laying out his approach, "Mike, ya gotta get in on this."

"I dunno..."

"No, none of that man. Look, I was kinda unsure when I started too, but its been awesome!" Adam flashed a smile amidst the carnage he was dealing, "The first couple appointments can be a little nerve racking, but that's the beauty of it! We just have to turn up, give the customers the spiel, and then help them get us strapped in. Then we stay inviolate behind the Belle Jar for the time period while they have their fun, and then out, free, and away!" He looked at me triumphantly.

"Well it certainly seems to have worked that way for you," I waved an arm at the house, "I'm still in my flat near the university housing."

"Damn right it has!" Adam set his controller down, the game won, and turned to me, "Look, Mike. The customers we get tend to fall into a couple categories, right? We get our first-timers and the one-and-dones. Usually they won't want anything over a few hours of having an occupant squirming around. Then you've got your regulars. They'll order once a month, sometimes once a week, for a few hours. Those are the ones you want to cultivate, like I did." He grinned, "I practically work the same forty hours you do, I'm just not doing much. I have three customers who now specifically request me." He waved to his sleek physique, "That rubber suit really does wonders."

"So the regulars only keep you for the day?"

Adam shrugged, "More or less. There is the rarer customer, really a separate group...the keepers. They want the same occupant for days, sometimes a week or two. They pay a higher rate, but the occupant stays with them until they are satisfied. I've never been able to get sent to one, but man oh man. That would be the cherry on top Mike, for sure!" He looked at me slyly, "Who knows, you might even be able to finally score a date for yourself somehow."

I snorted a laugh at myself back in the present, and rolled my shoulders. Well, seems my luck in one respect was changing. My first customer and she wanted a multi-day occupant for her Belle Jar. And here I was moaning and groaning about my chance to move up in the company and in life. I turned to look at the neighbourhood rolling by the cab window, and spent the rest of the ride amusing myself with some electronic card games on my phone.

Soon enough the cab pulled to a halt in front of a tasteful and cozy looking home. I got my gear and boxes out of the cab, paid the driver, and then just stood on the walkway looking at the place. It was the sort of home I had always wanted to get some day. Far enough away from the bustle of downtown, but still within the urban area. Yet the home wouldn't be out of place as some isolated farmstead, off in the hinterlands. I grinned to hide my nervous twitches and, humming to myself as I worked, assembled my boxes and bags onto the folding roller I had brought and began towing it up the walk.

They hadn't provided a detailed profile on the customer, beyond her name and that she was a woman. Just the minimum four day request. I shrugged that off. Probably a first timer dipping their toes in the water, who wanted the time to concentrate on one person. Like me I suppose. I reached the door and gave a smart rap of my knuckles on the frame, parking my gear beside me.

Perhaps thirty seconds elapsed before the door was unlocked, and then swung open. I had my first glimpse of the woman who had hired me on. She was on the shorter side of things, enough that at average height I had at least a full head over her. Her ash-blonde hair gusted a little as the breeze from outside shifted it, and her dark brown eyes flickered a little as she smoothed everything back down. They gazed out at me, as though weighing me against some internal checklist, flicking up and down, returning again and again to examine my face. She was dressed in a suitably casual yet still neat outfit, almost tailor made to be good enough to be seen in without sacrificing comfort. She was, in short, rather cute in my own estimation. I silently thanked whomever had linked me up with this...Abby, as my first customer. She seemed normal enough.

I cleared my throat, stamping on my nerves, and began, "Good morning ma'am, my name is Michael. I believe you requested an in-home extended demo of our product?" That was the usual in public opening line. I gestured to my duffel bags and boxes, "Would I be able to come inside?"

She gave me a soft polite smile and stood aside from the door, "Please come in Michael. I have the Belle Jar in the living room."

"Great!" I hauled my gear inside, following her directions to reach the room in question. I saw the Belle Jar set up in the middle of the room, and gulped as I saw the rubber clad figure of our company robot still inside, bound and helpless. That would soon be me. Trying to hide the shivers that were racing up and down my spine at the thought from Abby, who had followed me into the room and was watching me closely, I began arraying my stuff along one side of the room. The boxes were lined up towards the rear, with the two duffel bags in front. Satisfied with the arrangement I turned back to the Belle Jar, and plopped the third duffel bag next to it.

"Just going to be adding a couple hardware bits and updating the software to accommodate...uh, me I guess." I flushed a little at the stumble, "Sorry ma'am, still getting used to this."

She smiled again and waved away my stumble, "Don't worry about it Michael. And can you please call me Abby?" She settled onto the couch to watch me work away at the device.

"Uh, sure Ma- Abby." I grinned a little towards her, then turned back to working on the Belle Jar, "So you found the demo satisfactory then?"

Her face brightened and she nodded with a grin, "Definitely! The Belle Jar is just incredible! And your robot in there certainly impresses as well." She grinned again, and I felt my cheeks heat a bit at her gaze. That would be me. Soon be me. The thought just wouldn't clear my head. I hit a couple of buttons on my screen and the android smoothly stood up from inside the jar, its restraints only remaining on its torso. It took a smart pair of steps clear, and then lined up along the wall. Perfectly immobile, the slick black of its suit a glance into my future. I felt a shiver tingle along my arms and spine, and rubbed at my forearms as I unzipped one of the duffel bags. Out came my own slick specialized rubber suit, its accouterments, and a couple of canisters. The canisters went onto the Belle Jar, followed by a couple more software inputs. Then...it was time.

"Right." I stood up, the rubber suit in my hands. I turned to face her, blushing a little, "Um...so..." I fidgeted just slightly, but managed to master myself. Calm. I had to be professional, "I'm gonna need your help with my, ah, set up from this point forward."

Abby was focused on me, quietly attentive. Her chocolate eyes like deepening pools that threatened to draw me in. I blinked and gave a tense sounding chuckle, "I'll, um, talk you through everything but...I, uh, won't be able to do it all myself. Is that alright?"

She nodded, with a teasing look in her eyes. I couldn't help but laugh as she giggled, "Sorry, I haven't...ahem." I cleared my throat, "I'm going to strip now, if you would like to...uhm..."

Abby stepped back but, rather than leaving, settled into the couch. Her eyes delighted at me and my awkward posture as I stared at her for a moment. She was...gaaaah. Calm, Michael. Calm. Professional.

I managed a nod, and then began slowly peeling off my clothes. I don't know why I was so awkward about this. She would shortly be totally in control of me and my body for days and days. Sure, I would be in the suit then, but the suit would show off my body in exquisite detail, and allow her to do all manner of things to me. Modesty was hardly the rule of the day here. Shirt was off and, as I began to shuck my pants I couldn't help but give her a teasing butt wiggle. She giggled at that, and in relief I joined in as well. This was fine, fun even! I could do this. She played with her phone for a bit, texting someone while I continued to strip, her eyes darting up to me with that warm teasing look they had.

I finished stripping down, and grabbed the suit. Silently thanking the company techs who had designed it to easily slide up before adhering to skin, I began to pull it up my legs. I could feel Abby's eyes on me, as though silently comparing my form with that of the Belle Jar robot. I had gotten the suit up above my knees when she piped up.

"So how did you end up signing up for this?" I looked over at her and she gave me a curious look before waving a hand at herself, "I mean, I know why I am. I've had weeks and weeks to play with your counterpart over there, and I decided I wanted an upgrade. But is this something you really enjoy?"

I shrugged, "My first time, uh, Abby. So I don't really know. A friend of mine told me about this, and I was working a busy dead-endish kind of job so I figured why not. Sometimes," I gave a helpless sort of wave before shimmying the suit up to my waist, "I dunno, I get the appeal I suppose. Just being...cared for. Money's alright too. I grinned. She smiled back and, as I fiddled with the suit, jumped up from the couch,

"So now am I helping you?"

"Yes. So you've seen how the suit can mold and change on the bot. This is the same one, and will enable you to ah, alter it to fit better with what you want to do to me when I'm in there."

As I talked, pointing out this and that bit, reminding her of various capabilities the suit had, we both tugged it further up so that soon enough I was completely sealed in from the neck and wrists down to my enclosed feet. Trembling a little with anticipation now, I pointed her towards the last duffel. The bondage duffel. She unzipped it and flared the sides open to reveal all manner of leather straps, rubber hoods and hoses, and more.

"Right, first up you can strap me up." The words rushed out of my mouth. Better said and done than stumbling at this point, "Ah, so a boxtie is the recommended one for longer periods, but..." Abby was already nodding and stepping behind me, flicking several straps over her shoulder and using the first one to attach my right wrist to my left forearm. The other soon followed. Then, two belts went across my upper arms to wrap around my torso and secure my arms into a nice package. I flexed in my new bondage and found it quite secure. Gulp. This was really happening.

Without trying to give too much more thought to what I was doing, lest I bolt for the door in a panic, I settled myself down onto the ribbed ridges of the sybian. Abby silently followed me over and, without having to ask, began to strap my legs to the sybian. Ankles, calves, and thighs were cinched tight and strapped down. A waist belt also followed, completely ensuring that I would be going no where. As she worked I was mentally reviewing the list I had been given before being dispatched to see if we had missed something.

Abby finished the final strap, and stayed kneeling next to me, one hand absently stroking along my rubberized thigh. Man, that really felt good. This whole set up actually felt...good. I had no idea that this would be something that actually made me feel comfortable and...well, safe. Like no one could get to me. I gave my shoulders a bit of a roll, my arms and torso following in their straps. Time to finish up.

"Alright, um, Abby." She looked up at me, her face so close to mine. I marshaled my thoughts, "I've got a list on my phone there on the box for the care needs you'll need to manage while you have me in the Jar. Most of it is just punching the appropriate commands into the machine. I brought more than enough nutrition and waste pods there for this intro session. If anything goes wrong, or for some reason some of them get broken, you can use my phone to order more. There are additional options on the phone as well to order accessories, replacement parts, or...or, uhm," *gulp* "additional time with the model." I knew I was already going to be getting well paid for this time, but hey even if it did make me nervous, no sense in not reminding her she could always have me back. Adam had been clear that I should try to get regulars.

Abby had nodded along, the careful expression on her face cataloging everything. She seemed completely in control and comfortable with everything. Hell, she may as well have already read up extensively on this and I was just babbling things at her she already knew. Oh well. I wouldn't be doing that much longer. I swallowed and nodded towards the bondage duffel, "Ok then, time for the hood and mask."

She extracted the thick rubber hood, and accompanying gas mask. I began to give her directions, but it rapidly became clear that she knew what she was doing. The hood enveloped my head, and suddenly my hearing was cut down to almost nothing. As she worked to smooth it down I found a plug pushed into my mouth. My nose was isolated into its own section, which would force me to draw air only from the gas mask. Which was then hooked up to my lower face, just enclosing my nose but leaving my eyes clear. The hood had blackout lenses attached, which could be dimmed or brightened as the customer so chose. Their default let me see the dim shape of Abby still working away outside, but little else. She stepped back and brought up the Jar's pad. A few buttons were pressed on the screen, and I heard the faint hiss as the glass closed up around me. Sealing me in.

Ok, now I felt secure and safe.

But Abby clearly was not done. I suddenly felt teasing pinches on my nipples and moaned into my gag, beginning to struggle and writhe against my bonds. The suit mimicked the feel of hands running up and down my torso, squeezing and stroking at me. I was actually really enjoying the sensations. Then, more. I felt the suit writhe and then stiffen along my neck as the touches and pinching continue. I didn't have to think very hard to guess what had happened. I had been collared.

Suddenly a brief crackling sound announced the speakers in my hood activating. I moaned and continued to struggle as Abby's voice was piped through, "How are we doing in there Michael? Having fun?"

I moaned and nodded. Sooo happy the hood prevented her from seeing what is probably quite a blush right now.

"I'm just going to complete your set up. Have you ever done butt play before?" I shook my head and groaned. I knew where this was headed. "Oooooh, well..." Her voice had become a touch more playful now that she had me securely stowed away, "I guess I get to be your first time then. I'll make certain the suit is gentle. Don't tense up now."

I moaned into the gag, and then made a strangled grunt as I felt the suit respond to her commands. I felt a bulb press up against my rear and then, slowly, slowly, press its way inside. I writhed against my bonds, struggling as the suit penetrated me. I threw my head back and gave a moan of pleasure, shot through with embarrassment, as I felt it pop home. But Abby didn't give me time to think or stew on my anal invader, as I felt vibrations course up and down the length of my growing shaft. They were soon joined by more vibrations and pinching on my nipples. Even the butt plug in my rear began to slowly pulse along. The blackout lenses were darkened, and I was left to struggle, moan, and writhe in the darkness. A slave to pleasure. A slave to Abby.

Some unknowable time later, I heard a slight hissing sound, and smelled the faint tang of gas. Pleasure gas. I had been given some spiel about the stuff before I had left, but had forgotten most of it. All I knew was that as I took in breath after breath of the stuff, i found even more pleasure from writhing in my bonds. Putting on a show for Abby. She had calibrated the vibrations perfectly. I wasn't quite on the edge, but I was always highly aroused and horny. Whatever nervousness I had felt was currently scrabbling behind a wall of sensual pleasure. I couldn't see or hear without Abby's permission, which narrowed my world down to what I could feel. And all I could feel was what the suit gave me. It was...bliss.

Pulses of pleasure began now, coming from the plug in my rear. I groaned and bucked my hips against their restraints. God I wanted to cum so baaaaaaaad.

Suddenly the blackout lenses began to lighten. Even more past their default, and I could see Abby again. I moaned as I saw another woman standing beside her. A slender looking brunette, her chestnut hair done up in a ponytail. She had long gorgeous looking legs. And the biggest damned manic grin on her face as her eyes met mine. I moaned as another wave of vibrations from the plug and my nipples sent me back to struggling in front of both of them. Abby was smiling too, her eyes warm and playful. God she was cute as all hell. Gaaaaaaaaaaaah.

"Oh my goodness Abs, he's perfect!" The other woman exclaimed, her voice piped through my hood speakers, her hands playing over the glass as she watched me moan and squirm, "God its a good thing this glass is here, I just wanna..." She cut herself off with a happy sigh, her eyes drifting off to whatever imagined torments and pleasures she wanted to inflict on me.

"Michael, meet my friend Chrissie," Abby waved to the other girl, who nodded dreamily back as she began to circle my prison, "She was so impressed by the bot's performance that she wanted to be here when I got a real boy inside." I moaned in response, my eyes fixed on Abby. Begging her to let me cum. Gaaaaaah, please please pleassssssssse. Abby met my eyes, her own twinkling ones telling me she knew exactly what I wanted and that I would go on waiting for a while. I groaned in response and both girls giggled.

Chrissie came to a halt, back by Abby, "How long do you have him for?"

Abby flicked a finger over the pad, and I felt throbbing pulses begin around my cock. The suit tightened imperceptible straps around my shaft and root, keeping my length in place while denying me any progress towards orgasm. I gave a loud despairing moan. This was torture. Pleasing, pleasurable, sensual torture. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

"Well, I signed up for a week, but Michael was kind enough to inform me that extensions are quite straightforward. He very thoughtfully brought a number of extra care pods and so forth. So we can probably order extensions a couple of times without needing to buy more product. First timer package." Abby grinned, and then giggled as I gave a loud moan, "I guess he might have meant it more as a polite option, buuuuuut oh well. Another grin. Bloody hell she was cute when she did that. I mean, deviously so given the topic. Still...

"How long have you been teasing him before I got over here?"

"Mmmm, about three hours now I think? Maybe four?"

I groaned into my gag, thrusting my hips again and again against their restraints. Four hours? Four bloody hours at most? How the hell had it only been that long? How was it not the end of the day already? I closed my eyes and gave a moan tinged with despair. How the hell was I going to make it to the end without going insane??

But the gas continued to pump into my lungs. The vibrators and butt plug continued to stimulate me, and drive me wild. I found my mind had already drifted away from considering my future. With an effort of will I dragged my mind back from the brink of the precipice it had been stumbling along. The conversation had continued outside without any input from me, apart from whatever moans and groans I had been making.

"...so much fun! And mysterious!" Chrissie was almost jumping up and down as Abby smiled at her, and at me.

"Probably the best idea, since Michael is a guest." Abby winked at me, "The suit makes him nicely anonymous, so only fair we have a masquerade. That way the girls can play with him and he'll only know them by what they do to him. Or what I let them do." She amended at the end. To reassure me, I suppose. Though the way my mind was roiling with pleasure right now, I would agree to just about anything to cum.

Abby crouched down in front of the Belle Jar. In front of my prison. The control pad was casually held in one hand, "You wouldn't mind us having a little mystery party here would you? I have a few friends who will just be dyyyyyying to meet a cute bound boy like you." She winked and I moaned, nodding my head. If that's what they wanted to do, and they let me cum, then yes. yes. Yeeeeeessss! I could feel my resistance slipping away. The gas seemed to encourage me to only focus on pleasure. Leave the thinking to Abby. She was outside the Jar. She could do it. I was helpless. A display piece. An exquisite bondage sculpture.

Abby knocked on the glass, briefly bringing me back up, "You wouldn't mind staying a bit longer, would you Michael? After all, we are both first-timers. And I kinda lucked out getting...well, you." Her eyes took me all in. My pleasure fogged brain was slow. She couldn't possibly be implying she actually found me cute, could she? That I was desirable? Abby grinned, her finger massaging the button that sent sensual tweaks and pinches across my nipples.

I moaned, trying to thrust against my bonds with little success. I was hers.

"My, someone is excited at the thought. I think I'll do that then." Abby tapped away at her phone, handing the control box off to Chrissie.

"You can play with him while I get this party organized. And get dear Michael an extended stay with us." Abby smiled. A wide one this time, I could see. "This is going to be fun!"

Chrissie turned to me, her eyes alight, and fingers flickering fast over the pad. I found my vision plunged into darkness once more. The plug in my rear pulsed and swelled, dragging a strangled groan from me. My nipples were pinched and held, and the caresses along my torso turned into groping as the vibrations around my cock pulsed in time. I moaned into my gag, writhing against the sensations and against my bondage. I couldn't think anymore, as the gas pumped in. Nothing could enter my mind, apart from the pleasure and sensation of what was being done to me. My last coherent thought for a while scrabbled upwards before being plunged back into the horny tempest of pleasure that suffused my brain.

I'm in over my head!

And then there was nothing more but moans. Writhing in rubber. Panting breathes of pleasure gas. Straining against my leather restraints. And gasping. Gasping for an orgasm. Gasping for pleasure. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.