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Sensory-Deprivation/Sensory-Activation Suit or SDSA for short – a seemingly harmless gimp suit with so many possibilities for an exploring kinkster.  Roxanne wore the female version as she helped me put mine on.  She is about 150 cm tall and has an attractive figure.  A top-knot of dark hair protruded from the hole in the top of her hood.  That is all that can be said for her other than her suit was a shiny blue colour.

“Welcome, test subject,” a mechanical voice said through a speaker.  “Please undress and allow Roxanne to assist you with the suit you will be wearing.  Congratulations on being accepted into the program.”

I undressed.  Roxanne stood by patiently holding a folded green suit that had been designed to my physical specifications.  My understanding was that the suit prevented her from speaking.  She didn’t stare, but stood with perfect posture looking straight ahead, her elbows at a ninety degree angle with my suit on her forearms.

“We control the temperature,” the voice informed as I started to slide my foot into a leg.  “We can heat you up or give you a chill.”  I could feel the material changing temperature.  By the time I got my toes into their respective toe holes I could hardly feel the tight-fitting material around my foot.  “Or we can match your body temperature so you feel nothing.”  You don’t normally think about how your body feels unless there is something unusual, whether it be *** or pleasure.  Having it pointed out, I became aware of the lack of sensation.  It wasn’t really a numbness, but somewhat akin to the side effects of numbness.  I considered this as I started putting my other leg into the suit, aware that I could currently feel this foot and not the one that was already in place.

“The female version has adjustable heels,” the voice explained, and Roxanne started to grow taller as heels formed on her suit.  The material clinging to her legs showed the reshaping of her calves as she maintained her balance.  “We control the density of the material.”  As I pulled the suit up my legs I could feel my ankles becoming more rigid, then the material around my knees when they were covered.  “We can hobble any part of your body at any time.  Roxanne is in full posture mode, though she is getting to the point where we no longer need to en*** it.”  That explained a lot.  The material around my legs became less rigid.  “For donning your suit we shall allow you more flexibility, but posture training will start eventually.”

As I rolled the suit up my thighs the voice spoke out again.  “Roxanne, assist.”

There was a cock sleeve down the front of the crotch and a plug in the back.  The rubbery feel of Roxanne’s gloves was arousing and I was stiff when she got me half in.  Then she started positioning the butt plug into place, partially penetrating me.  She took the sides of the suit and with her help I pulled it up over my hips.  The plug pushed all the way in with this action; my cock slid completely into its sleeve.  By this time I was completely hard; a flap of rubbery material between my cock and the suit between my legs.

“We control that as well,” I was informed and the flap began to retreat forcing my cock to bend down.  “We can continue to keep you stimulated whether we allow you to become erect or not.”  A vibrating sensation played around my cock.  “The female version has two plugs.  We can set them to vibrate, wriggle, spin or thrust.”  Roxanne tensed up as they said this; eventually her muffled groans made it obvious that they were demonstrating.  Then I felt a pulsing in my ass and realized that they controlled both of her plugs.

“Continue, Roxanne.”  The woman held up the front of my suit to make it easier for me to slide my arms in.  When I was in up to my elbows she stepped around behind me to help pull the sleeves over my shoulders.  I wriggled my fingers to get them into the suit gloves and she zipped me up.

“There are sensors and stimulators throughout the suit,” I was informed with a shock to my nipple as an example.  This was followed by a series of pinches, vibrations and more shocks throughout the suit.  “Or we can let you feel nothing,” and the suit switched to my body temperature,  The density of the material seemed to adjust to where it was hard to feel it against my skin though it was obviously still just as tight a fit.

“From this point you will be unable to speak.  Do you have any questions or concerns before we proceed with the demonstration?”

I thought for a minute.   “It all seems good so far.  How much will this cost? Can I pay in installments?”

There was a pause.  “Let us continue with the demonstration.  Such matters are best discussed after.”

 Salesmanship.  I was getting hooked on the idea of owning this suit and the only thing that could sour the idea was if it cost too much – but more features might make me change my concept of ‘too much’.

“All right.  Let’s proceed.”  What could it hurt?

The headpiece hung against my chest.  Another plug was in the mouth section, this one widening so as to fill my cheeks and with groves so that my teeth could fit around it while it filled my mouth.  Roxanne helped me to fit it into my mouth.  She folded the mask around my face and inserted the built-in earplugs into my ears as she did so before pulling the zipper from the top of my head down the back and along the back of my neck.

“We can set these plugs,” a voice started in my ear, making me jump,” to allow normal hearing or as sound cancelling.  They can be set to allow you to only hear the person with the control box if they so desire.  The eye covering is a mesh that keeps anyone from seeing in and it too is adjustable.  The pinpoint holes I was looking out started to shrink turning my world to shades of grey and then darkness.  “Again, your controller decides if they want you to see or not and how much.”

“Roxanne, lock him up.”  Something was placed at the back of my neck.  When I reached back I could feel a small plate covering where the body zipper met the zipper to the head-piece.  It had been fastened in place in some manner that I couldn’t pull it off.

“And now we are your controllers.  Roxanne will teach you your duties, as best she can without being able to speak.  You had better be a quick learner.  We would prefer that any mistreatment of you be for our amusement, just as any pleasure you receive will be.”

That was about four months ago.  My gag and butt plug have small holes in them which have allowed me to survive on the liquid diet provided.  Roxanne has shown me how to keep the various play spaces my controllers own clean.  There have been rewards and punishments.

I resisted at first and suffered for it.  I have been on my best behaviour for two months to earn what little freedom my suit allows in the hope that I could get access to a computer for just a few minutes  without being discovered.  If you are reading this then beware of any advertisement for an SDSA suit.  If you ever see such an ad do not answ