Tyler fights back

With a snarl, Tyler kicked out at the assistant. But with his arms strapped tightly in place, he was off balance and his kick did little more than smart as it impacted with the mans leather jeans. The assistant smiled - he had dealt with recalcitrant slaves before and with a sweep of his leg, he licked Tyler's feet out from under him. Tyler was unable to break his fall with his arms strapped up and he crashed to the floor, the wind being driven out of him.

As he gasped for breath, the assistant picked up a rubber hood and pulled it over Tyler's face. In seconds, his face was covered with the aromatic black material and his vision was blocked. As the assistant zipped the back shut, his eyes aligned with the pin pricks in the hood and he now had a restricted view of the world around him. He felt the assistant tuck the hood under the collar of the straightjacket and then heard a click as he padlocked the thick rubber collar of the jacket closed.

"GET OFF ME!"

Tyler bellowed and would have said more, but his mouth was filled with a ball gag that was strapped tightly in place and then locked as well. Displaying a surprising strength, the assistant lifted Tyler up and placed him on a chair, securing him in place with a strap around his waist. He then pulled rubber booties onto Tylers feet and secured them around his ankles with thick rubber straps. He then released Tyler from the chair and pulled him to his feet. Immediately Tyler felt pain in his feet as the rubber studs on the inside of the boots dug into the soles of his feet. The assistant laughed as he watched the rubber-clad man wince.

"Now, are you ready to behave yourself, boi?"