Two days in latex prison

Report of a rubber prisoner: What I experienced...

There I stood, nervous and with sweat on my forehead, pressing the button at the door with the intercom. An erotic, dominant voice answers me and lets me enter. What can I expect... 2 days of rubber solitary confinement.

A guard comes down the stairs with loud steps; I hear her even though I don't see her yet. She comes to me, stands in front of me and asks: “Are you Martin M., who is starting rubber detention today?”. Yes, I say very sheepishly. “Come with me,” she replies. She leads me into a dark room, I have to undress and take off all my clothes. Nothing is left of me. I stand in front of her, naked and anxious, like a little schoolboy.

She takes my clothes and puts them in a box. It doesn't even have my name on it, just a number. She writes this number on my chest with a pen. From now on, I am just number 0815. She looks at me and says: “Believe me, after the 2 days are over, I will have you confess, no matter how”.

She can use any cruel method to get me to speak. I come into the disinfection room and am sprayed with hot water... She brings me a rubber suit, gloves, stockings and a black mask to put on. I am put in handcuffs, ankle cuffs and neck cuffs, all connected with chains.

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