Restrained on the table, the muffled crinkling of his restraints were the only sound to be heard in the dungeon. A familiar, but untiring melody of unrelenting bondage against a writhing, desperate slave. Soft and supple, barely inches moved despite his effort, but the implications were echoing. Layers and layers of thick rubber encased him, tight leather straps held him down, face hugging neoprene blocking him in – all wrapped securely in a tight stabilizer, shrouded with noise canceling headphones; my pet could only move his fingers…but just barely, and…