A sexy surprise for my sexy man. Can't wait to see you tonight!

I chuckle as I finish reading the short card, placing it down on the table next to the gift wrapped package that sat on it. Amy had been giggling about something last night, and I could only assume that this was it. I felt a little surge of arousal as I ran my hand along the box, wondering at its contents. The last time I had been left a surprise it was our starter BDSM couples kit, so I could safely assume this was something similar. The note was new. Maybe Amy was kicking things up a notch tonight.

I hurriedly ripped the wrapping paper off and pried open the cardboard package to find a sealed container inside that filled the entirety of the cardboard. It took me a couple moments to find the small catch that opened the container, which released its lid with a small hiss of compressed air. I flipped the lid up and blinked in surprise. A mass of black liquid was inside. I squinted at it, extending a hand to swirl a few fingers through it.

"Huh." Felt kinda like liquid latex, or maybe rubber. Was that the gift? I gave an exasperated chuckle, "Oh Amy, you really hav--gaaaahhh!"

I started in surprise as the liquid in the container suddenly surged up and around my questing fingers, enclosing my hand and yanking it below the surface. Without thinking I grabbed at my wrist with my other hand, trying to rip at the now partially solid contents of the box to free my hand. I managed to get some of it off, only to have it begin to congeal to that hand, with more slopping up from the container to attach itself. The Material, whatever the hell it was, suddenly jerked on the developing tension between my hands and the container, plunging both of them down inside itself and bringing my head and shoulders directly above the holding cell.

I watched as the Material bubble dand churned, seemingly reacting to my breath as I took in panicky, ragged gasps of air. How? What the?

I screamed. Or rather, I drew breath in to scream.

As if sensing my intentions a new eruption of black came forth from the box, globs of it spattering across my face and shoulders, stretching itself over and intruding into my mouth. My scream gurgled inside my throat as I felt the impossible Material extending itself, forming a solid plug inside my mouth even as the rest of it surged over and across my face.

I was still trying to yell, still trying to jerk myself away from this hellish thing. My forearms were now totally covered by the material, and thick links were attached to them, pulsing additional black goo up and over to continue its inexorable march up my arms to my torso. I could feel more of it across my shoulders, spatters of it across my chest and back. Trickling down towards my waist. I gave a muffled bleat of distress and tried to give one final mighty jerk away from the table,

"Heeeemmmppphhhhhhh!!!" My cry for help seemed to only egg the thing on. Additional strands from the box shot up to reinforce my gag, thickening the front of the developing panel, and forcing more inside to widen and deepen the plug. I gagged, trying to dislodge the invader, but it merely extended itself around my head, securing itself fully. Its attack speed now increased. I gave another scream, but no noise beyond faint moans escaped.

I was utterly joined to it now, from my fingertips to my neck, with most of my chest and back covered too. I could feel it pulsing against every inch of my skin in those areas, somehow the bastard thing had shredded and absorbed my clothes. Consuming them utterly. I moaned in renewed aggitation as I felt the cool, almost wet touch of It on my crotch, slithering down beneath my underwear. Melting away my pants and encasing my rapidly hardening cock within itself. It even began covering my balls and extending back towards my rear. Every inch was rapidly being covered.

I could only feel this though. I was forced to remain in my position, looking into the container, watching the contents of it slowly drain away, up and onto me to continue with whatever plan it had. My legs were covered in short order, to the point that I could feel it between each one of my toes. Suddenly there was no more Material in the box. With an odd popping sound my straining arms came free, sending me staggering backwards from my pulling.

Even as I came away from the table the Material surged upwards from my neck and gag, finishing its job by covering the last free areas of my body. The whole of my face and head, plunged into inky darkness.

I screamed again, the muffled cries agitating and vibrating the Material around me. I scrabbled at it, but my hands could find no purchase points. Totally blind, cut off from virtually all of my senses, I could feel the pulsing wriggling, thing on me all the more. It seemed to be assessing. Waiting. Preparing. I wouldn't give it the bloody opportunity. Desperately hoping that I was still in command of my sense of place, I began to stride blindly off in what I hoped was the direction of the kitchen. Maybe there was a knife, or scissors. A fucking fork for God's sake! I needed to cut this shit off me right now.

But even as I began moving, taking only a couple of steps, the Material suddenly jerked my arms and hands behind me. I moaned as I stumbled, colliding with a wall as I felt the terrifying stuff surge and shift, and blend itself once more around me. I moaned and screamed at the sensations, but it paid its captive no mind. Then it was done. Over. The Material stopped moving for a moment, allowing me to draw in a shaky gagged breath. I gave a strangled sob as I discovered that my arms were now firmly, inescapably held behind me. Like an armbinder, if an armbinder was made of living material. I slowly slumped down to the floor, feeling a sense of crushing defeat. I was helpless. Well and truly helpless.

The Material however, seemed to disagree.

Even as I collapsed towards the ground it was continuing to surge and shift around me. I found myself falling, not onto my side, but cast down to collapse to the floor on my chest. I began to try to lever myself back up to my knees, but then let out a loud groan of pleasure as I felt it slip a growing, thickening tendril up between my ass cheeks. I bit down hard on the gag in my mouth as it thickened and vibrated inside me, sending a wave of hot pleasure coursing through my bound and rubberized form. I bucked on the ground, moaning and squirming in my bonds, heedless of the Material as it drew my legs up, pressing my ankles to my upper thighs. In a matter of moments it had thickened new bands of itself across my calves and thighs, hogtying me in effect on the floor.

I felt a buzz in my ear. Then a mechanical sounding voice, "Capture process complete. Owner Notified." A ping sounded in my ear, "Beginning Slave Pacification."

I hummed questioningly into my gag, and then bucked as I felt the plug in my ass pick up the pitch of its vibrations, even as the suit's material began to massage my hardening erection. Any nascent thoughts of escape were driven from my mind as I writhed in the suit's embrace. I was its helpless captive. Its pleasure prisoner, bound and stimulated until some outside power came to rescue me. I dearly hoped that Amy wasn't going to be too long. I didn't know how long I could survive the suit's stimulation with anything approaching a rational mind.

But time went by. And no one came. Least of all me.

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What had to be at least an hour, if not more, went by before I heard the door open. I moaned loudly into my gag, hoping Amy would hear the desperation in my voice and release me from her infernal gift. The suit pulsed against my nipples and ass, agitating them both even as I felt it tighten around my cock. Giving me the distinct sensation of someone wrapping their lips around it. I almost cried from the pleasure that seemed to howl through me, and let out a muffled howl of my own.

I sensed a presence next to me, and let out a whimpering moan for Amy to please, please please let me go. She crouched down next to me, and I felt her hand running over the material covering my head and face.

"Such an adorably naive boy you are. So very trusting." I gave a jerk in my enforced hogtie. The voice was female. But it was definitely not Amy.

"Mmmffff??"

"Well, it suits my purposes well enough." The woman gave my rear a playful spank and I jerked again in my bonds, "This field test was everything I wanted from my suits and more." She laughed and then barked a rapid series of numbers and letters.

A two tone beep sounded in my ears again. "Owner Code accepted and confirmed. Please input command." Owner? What the hell was going on??

The woman patted my rump with an encouraging sort of feel, "Suit, Owner Command. Initiate Pickup Protocol. Initiate Slave Training Level I on successful completion of Pickup."

An acknowledging beep sounded in my ear. I shook my head wildly from side to side but neither the woman nor the suit paid that much heed. I felt the bands loosening around my legs, and gave a moan as the came unfurled, trying to scrabble to my feet. The Material seemed to help me, aiding my balance as I had to make do without my arms. But as I staggered upright, and tried to move, I suddenly found my legs would not obey my brain's orders. I could only stand, motionless, as my ass and nipples were teased and vibrated, staring blindly ahead.

I felt the woman step in close to me, and then the feel of something beign wrapped around my neck. I groaned into my gag as I heard the snick of a lock behind my head, and the woman chuckled, "Yes, sweetie. Your very own slave collar. It looks very fetching on you." I felt her attach a leash to the front of the collar, "Now. Follow."

That command seemed to unlock my legs, and I was propelled along behind her at a steady pace. I couldn't do a thing to try to move or escape, my entire body held in a rigid embrace by the suit. I moaned as I realized that, from the outside, this would look as though she were leading me away perfectly willingly. Not a single attempt to struggle or escape. Just a pair of fetishists enjoying themselves. The woman's laugh from in front of me indicated she was thinking along the same lines, and was delighted I had reached that conclusion.

The woman paused near the door, turning back to him and pressing a gentle kiss against his gag, "Do you know, you and your cute girlfriend make an adorable couple?"

I whimpered. Surely she didn't mean...?

The woman giggled, "Oh yes. How else do you think I got that note written? She did order a suit from me, exactly like the one you are presently enjoying. What you've gone through now? She's had a full day of already."

I moaned into my gag, thinking of Amy. What she must have gone through. A full day in this bloody suit??

"Yes," teh woman continued, giving my cheek a comforting pat, "Captured her in about twenty minutes or so. She's already completed the first six hour training package that the suit auto runs for new slaves. The intro packages vary in duration and intensity, so that they are marketable to anyone of any skill level. I hope you don't mind too much but I set up the newbie to 24/7 slave package. I didn't want to assume too much experience, so I hope you won't be bored. Amy certainly wasn't."

Even as I whimpered at that, she turned and opened the door, leading me outside. I marched along behind her, no tension at all to the leash. A small part of me wondered at the sort of tech that must be packed into the suit. Another small part raged at that part for even thinking about anything apart from the vanishing possibility of escape. And the largest part of me desperately, desperately wanted to cum.

I heard a pair of van doors open, and a muffled chorus of moans washed out from the vehicle I was now standing in front of. The woman pressed me down onto the bed of the van, bringing my legs up to get the suit to put me back into the frogtie, which it speedily completed. That done she slid me into the back, and I pressed up against several other forms that were squirming and struggling against their own bondage.

"Say hi to your girlfriend! Or, former girlfriend I suppose. My slaves don't get relationships, except with their Mistress." She raised her voice a little as she clambered into the back of the van, "That goes for all the cute little couples in here." The moans around me raised in volume, interspersed with whimpering and some panting as one or two of them clearly orgasmed in response to their captor's voice. I felt her hands sliding over me as she adjusted something nearby, "I'll be marketting versions of this suit to the BDSM community in about...six months I think. Once this field test and needed adjustments are made and a commercial varient can be built. But I'll be keeping every one of you adorable slaves for myself. And your original suits that are much more designed for capture and long term servitude than anything I'll be releasing publicly. Inventor privilege."

I felt something being fitted over my face, and the suit writhing up to attach itself and integrate whatever was there. I heard and then felt the faint hiss of air. A mask. She's put some sort of breather mask on me. I tried to struggle once more, but made no headway. Another faint hiss sounded and I smelled something sweet in the air. Gas? She was pumping me full of something!

I moaned and she ran a soothing hand along my head, "Shhh, sweetie, this will help with the initial resistance. Just remember: Inhale. Succumb. Submit. Serve."

She kissed the top of my hooded head, "And Suck." Her words echoed in my head as she slammed the door shut, leaving me to squirm and moan along with all my fellow captives.

A moment later I heard a couple of beeps sound agian in my ear. A slightly automated sounding version of her voice was being piped into my hood, "Welcome, and thank you for choosing Integrated Suit Solutions for your BDSM play today. Your Dominant has selected the following program: Intensive Slave Play. You have decided to train to become the permanent property of " her actual voice broke in, almost like a voicemail, "Mistress Erica." The mechanical one resumed, even as I was shaking my head in denial of its words, "This suit is programmed with a wide suite of pleasure and punishment capabilities, all aimed to deliver the most immersive slave training experience. The selected program will take approximately four weeks to administer. This should then be followed by more interactive training by your Dominant to confirm lesson retention."

I screamed into my gag, the sound utterly muffled by the thick nanite coating. The suit began to vibrate the plug in my rear, and my sharp gasp brought in a great cloud of the gas she had set in motion. The vibrations in my rear were now accompanied by Erica's recorded voice, divided into an alluring multitude of whispering commands: "Inhale. Succumb. Submit. Serve." Accompanied as well by "Suck. Suck. Suck." "Obey Your Mistress." "Serve Mistress Erica." "You Are A Slave." The commands, the admonitions, were relentless. The gas fogged my brain. Without realizing it I began to suck on the suit's reformed cock gag, receiving pleasurable sensations in my rear and along my own cock as well. I only dimly listened now to the moans outside my hood, that spoke of my fellow captives being similarly instructed and stimulated. There was only the voices now in my ears. The gas in my lungs. The instructions seared into my brain with every passing minute. I was losing myself, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.


Up front, driving the van away from her last target's house, Mistress Erica gave a soft growl of anticipation. It had been a long day, no question. But eminently rewarding for all that. Eight successful captures, four couples suited, bound, and on their way to enforced slavery under her domineering hand. And not a moment too soon. With all this lockdown business, she would be bereft of her usual stalking grounds in clubs and at play parties. Confined to her expansive and well stocked home grounds. Just her, a mansion full of supplies, and eight involuntary slaves to train and mold into her perfect servants. She had already spent a good deal of last night assigning each of them their initial roles, once the first week of total immobilizing bondage, hypnosis, and command implantation was complete.

Erica had already decided that she would do her best to keep the couples together. Even though their relationships would be stripped from them over the long weeks of hypnosis and training, it would still be gratifying for her to see them in service together. A pair of ponies, a couple of pets, and a brace of maids. And a couple fucktoys. She grinned. And of course, I can always rotate positions if I feel like I'm getting into a rut.

By the time the world was open for her to once more venture out, she would already have the perfect household.

She giggled to herself as she drove her prizes to their new home. Who said quarantine had to be boring, after all?