Harry walked into his storage room, actually the 3rd bedroom of his sprawling one-story house in a suburban neighborhood. The room was sparsely furnished, containing only an antique divan and a small desk. A step ladder and several moving storage boxes were piled in one corner.

He leaned over the desk and ran his finger down an open calendar to the month of April. His finger stopped on a Saturday in the middle of the month. The note "OUT 3" and "OUT 5" were scrawled on that day. Harry glanced at his watch and said, "Today."

He walked to the far end of the smallish bedroom and picked up a corner of the wall-to-wall carpeting. With a bit of an effort, he rolled it up to the feet of the desk. The sub-floor was make of plain 4 by 8 plywood panels, but there was a pattern of reddish-brown metal plates, like small manhole covers, each about 2 feet in diameter, in a 2 by 3 grid embedded in the floor. Each was stenciled with a white number from 1 to 6.

Reaching under the desk, he removed small electric winch containing a spool of steel cable. Setting up the ladder above plate number 3, he climbed up and hung the winch from one of six metal hooks embedded in the ceiling directly above each of the plates. Releasing the catch on the winch, he pulled the cable down and climbed down the ladder. Screwed an eye bolt into the center of the place and attacked the hook at the end of the cable to it.

Setting the ladder aside, he plugged the winch in an outlet and pressed a button on a control box on the cord. The winch buzzed and, very slowly, raised the plate out of the floor.

As the plate rose, four metal rods descended from underneath the plate and disappeared into water in the cylinder below the plate.

As the mechanism continued to rise, a shiny round black object broke through the surface of the water in the center of the four rods.

The object eventually took the appearance of a human head, completely encased in black latex, and with a mouthpiece over where the person's mouth would be. Two thick, and two thin, plastic hoses attached to the mouthpiece hung limply from the mouthpiece and passed through the wall of the cylinder just above the water level.

Eventually, the full human form was lifted out of the water, completely encased in shiny black latex, and standing on another plate attached to the bottom of those four rods.

The person, if that's what it was, was held rigidly still be a number of cross beams that formed metal rings tightly around the person's neck, chest, waist, and pairs of shackles around the person's thighs and ankles, and around the person's arms and wrists. Thus, the person was held totally rigid, without a fraction of an inch of give anywhere.

Harry then used a wrench to loosen a number of bolts, and the rings and manacles all swung open. The woman immediately fell limply into Harry's arms. He carried the limp, sobbing female form over to the divan and unzipped the latex body suit from behind.

He pulled the hood part off of her head to reveal a young, attractive woman. The hoses and the breathing cup dangled from the face of the hood.

"Ow!" she moaned. "The brightness hurts my eyes."

Harry quickly stood and dimmed the lights in the already dimly lit room.

"That better?" he asked.

"A little," she sobbed.

He then unzipped the suit the rest of the way and peeled it off her, revealing her slender nude body.

"Can you stand?" he asked.

"Maybe," she said and tried to stand, wobbled, and fell backward onto the divan. "I don't have the strength to stand," she sobbed.

"You were in storage for two weeks," said Harry. "It'll take a while to get your strength back."

"I hope so," she said with a feeble smile.

"So what did you think of the experience?" he asked.

"Awful!" she said. "The first hour or so, it felt good. But after a while, it got boring. I thought I was going insane after a few days. But I couldn't tell how many days had gone by. Every time I heard a bump or noise, I prayed that my two weeks was up and you were going to let me out. But then nothing happened. I wanted to die."

"Well," said Harry, "You're alive and well, and it's all over. Unless you want to do it again."

"No way!" she screeched. After a moment, she laughed and continued. "Anyone else being released today?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "One. I'll do her next. I also have one down there who wants to be in for two months! She still has a month to go. Can you believe it?"

"Two months?" she gasped. "Shit! Well I'm glad you took me out first. And I am so sick of sucking liquified baby food from a tube. On my way home, I'm going to pig out at the first restaurant I come to."

"Then I'll get your suitcase out of the closet here and leave you to get dressed now..." said Harry as he started to stand.

She grabbed his wrist quickly and pulled him back down. "After two weeks of total isolation, food isn't the only thing I'm craving right now. I don't normally come on to guys, but you wouldn't believe how mad horny I am right now."

Harry smiled. "That's not an unusual reaction when someone comes out of storage after more than just a day or two. But I do have someone else waiting to come out next today."

"Fuck her!" she said. "I mean, fuck me. Please!"

Harry leaned into her and pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips welcomed his probing tongue as he pulled her down onto the divan. She reached down and tugged on his shirt as they kissed, so he sat up and pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. He quickly unbuckled his jeans and kicked them off, and lay back down next to her.

He licked her face and nibbled on her ears as she cooed, then crawled down her torso. She had on hand on his shoulder, and one hand on her pussy as he asked, "Do you like you nipples sucked?"

"What woman doesn't?" she asked.

Harry crawled down her torso and put one of her nipples to his mouth. He sucked it for several minutes until she rolled her body and said, "The other one." He complied and sucked her other nipple for some time, evoking numerous groans and moans from her lips, before continuing his trek down her body.

He crawled down to her crotch and settled in between her legs. "Do you like having your pussy sucked?"

"I love that," she moaned. "Eat me! Make me cum with your mouth!"

He pressed his lips to her crotch and pressed his tongue in between her pussy lips. Licking up her wetness, he slid his tongue up and down several times.

"My clit!" she moaned. "Stop teasing me! Just go to my clit!"

Harry complied and found the tiny nub. He sucked it in between his lisp lips with the full strength of his breath.

"Oh yes!" she screamed as his suction drew her female juices into his mouth. He continued sucking hard, sliding her clit in and out of hims mouth with his breath, again and again, until she started bucking wildly to the rhythm he had established. He struggled to maintain the motion without pause while swallowing mouthfuls of pussy juice.

"Oh!" she finally cried as her orgasm subsided. "That's enough! I can't take it any more!"

Harry released his suction grip on her wet swollen clit and crawled up on her once again.

"You're sated now?" he asked.

"Just one more thing," she said with a grin as she reached down and grabbed his cock and pulled it to her.

"I better put a rubber on," he whispered as he started to back off.

She tightened her grip on his cock. "No! I hate those things."

"Then you want to blow me?"

"I'd rather you put it in me where it goes," she cooed. "I need it so bad. I'm the one taking the risk, okay?"

Harry couldn't argue with that, so he lowered his hips and entered her as she steered him in with her fingers.

As he started to thrust, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers for a deep kiss.

His orgasm was on a hair trigger after having sucked her pussy, and he exploded into her not long after he started thrusting.

Wave after wave of pleasure squirted deep inside her as he lay upon her, swapping spit together.

Once spent, he rolled to the side, where they cuddled in the warm afterglow.

"So what will you do next for thrills?" he asked as they held each other.

"Return to work Monday," she said. "After that, who knows. Some porn writer is advertising for women to be his Cum Sponge for a day. I might give that a try, but he lives out near New York and I just used up my two weeks' vacation. So who knows when I'll be able to?"

Harry laughed. "I hope you don't have a gag reflex."

"I have a terrible gag reflex," she said with a grin. "That's what makes it all the more daring."

Thety cuddled and kissed a while longer, then she pulled away. "Thanks Harry. I thing I should be getting along now. I'm so sick of baby food, and so hungry I could eat two T-bone steaks right now."

"I'll get your bag," said Harry. He stood and removed a suitcase from the closet with a tag numbered 3. "This one yours?"

"Yup!" she said. "Can a lady have some privacy now?"

Harry grinned and bowed and left the room. A few moments later, she stepped into the kitchen with her empty luggage.

"Thanks again, Harry," she said, and gave him a quick kiss. Then she walked out the door.

>Hi Karen! the email from my best friend began.

>Why didn't you come to our cookout yesterday? That cute guy was asking about you again! --Beth

I ignored it for now. Cute guy or not, if he wasn't willing to entomb me alive in a crypt in his back yard or something, and then forget I ever existed, I wasn't interested. Instead, I started googling around the web, searching for anything related to my fetish--stories, pictures, especially videos. But there was so little available for this particular fetish. The best I've been able to find were some erotic stories some guy had written about a victim named Mindy. All the grizzly ways that Mindy had been tortured, killed, and entombed with no chance of escape for the rest of her life made me so wet. Oh, how I wish I was Mindy living in one of that guy's stories.

Then I came across something on some fetish site like alt.com or slavefarm.com or maybe it was fetlife.com, but I hadn't seen before. His ad said that he puts people into "storage" for as long as they want. There was even a short video with a series of clips edited together of him putting a latex body suit on some woman, and then shackling her into some kind of frame, hooking up some hoses and feeding tubes to her mouth, and then lowering the frame with her in it into some sort of pit full of water. The ad said that all the women in storage breathe through those tubes, and eat liquified baby food through a tube from a central tank of baby food. Once put in storage, they remain there without break until their requested release date.

My panties were soaked more thoroughly than they have ever been before. I wondered if this could really be for real. I sure hoped so!

I wondered if there was a catch, so I continued reading. There was no catch, but he had a fee of sorts. I'd have to spend the night with him before going into storage. Shit! Then again, I figured that might have been good for me. Had he wanted money instead of sex, I'd have had no way to pay him. I only had a few dollars left of my last unemployment check, and I was getting several calls a day from creditors.

So I emailed him and asked if this was for real? I told him I wanted to be put in storage permanently, and would he be willing to do that?

He replied and answered "yes" to both questions.

It took me a few days to get ready, not that it mattered. I reformatted my computer so that nobody could get to my email and find out where I had vanished to. I threw all my stuff into moving storage boxes and piled them in a corner of the living room, as if I was about to move. I walked out of my apartment with a bus ticket to his town and just the clothes on my back. I had a couple of dollars for food along the way.

The bus left in the evening, drove through the night and all through the next day to cross two states, and arrived in his town early the following evening. After getting off the bus, I hid my tracks, taking a city bus to a Try-N-Save a few blocks from his house.

Knocking on his door, I was scared shitless.

"Yes," he asked when he opened his door.

"Hi!" I said. "I'm Karen!"

"Come in," he said and stepped aside.

I walked in to his house and looked around. It was a pretty normal ranch-style house in a fairly new development. "Nice!" I said. "Not like the dumpy apartment I live in. Used to live in, I mean."

"I guess you had a long bus ride getting here. Hungry? Need to freshen up?"

"Yeah," I said. I was starving after stretching my money the whole way here. "I could eat."

"Okay," he said and headed into his kitchen. "What do you want?"

"I don't care," I said. "I'm not picky."

He made some grilled cheese sandwiches and french fries. Not high cuisine, but tasty and filling. Thankfully, he wasn't a chatterbox and we didn't talk much.

After that, he asked me if I wanted to freshen up before bed. "You didn't bring any clothes. You're really serious about being put into storage permanently?"

"Yes!" I said. "I'm fucking serious!"

"Calm down, Karen," he said. "If you want to be put in storage permanently, I'll do that. I just want to make sure, is all."

"Yes," I said again, calming down. "I want to be put in permanently."

"Well," he said, "I'm going to take a shower before bed. I always do. It's one of my idiosyncrasies. I like to feel clean getting into bed. Care to join me?"

I didn't really feel like a shower. If he couldn't put me in storage right then, I just wanted to go to bed and make the hours disappear until the next morning. "Okay," I sighed.

So I followed him into his bedroom and into his bathroom. I removed my clothes as he did his and dropped mine on the floor. He picked mine up and added them to his laundry. "I'll wash these for you," he said.

"Don't bother," I said. "I'll never wear them again."

"That's right," he said. "You'll never wear clothes again, except for a latex body suit."

He started the shower and stepped in. Waving me in, I joined him.

"Let me wash you," he said holding a washcloth and soap.

"If you want," I said. Truth be told, it felt good to get clean after than long bus ride. And it felt good to have a man wash me. I just closed my eyes and stood there under the warm water as he soaped me all over and washed me off with the cloth. I felt a pleasant tingle when he washed my breasts and nipples. And it almost sent me into an orgasm when he slid the washcloth up into my pussy and wiped me good.