Jack stands towering over you, a nasty look on his face. 'Take off your clothes, slave. I got you something a bit more fitting.'
You peel off your shirt, revealing your bare chest. Jack takes it from you and tosses it in a bin.
Then you unzip and drop your jeans, kicking them away. Jack confiscates them quickly.
Next, you pull off your shoes, which Jack tosses into a pile of old shoes in the corner.
You peel off your socks, leaving your barefoot.
Jack takes them from you, and sniffs them 'Cleaner than mine.' He tosses them onto the couch, where several other dirty socks are strewn 'All these clothes are mine, now, slave.'
Finally, you pull down your underwear, causing your cock to flop out, semi-erect. You are very embarrassed.
Jack grins. 'Eat them, my slave.' You gulp, both aroused and anxious. You bite the damp cloth of the boxers, ripping them with some difficulty. You can taste your salty crotch sweat as you swallow the ragged strips of cloth. Jack laughs as you do so.
With your clothes taken or eaten, you realize that everything you own has disappeared. Your house, your belongings, your identity; you are totally at Jack's mercy, his to toy with as he pleases.
He smiles, and pulls out a large box. 'Now that you fully understand your position, I want your appearance to more match your new role. Put these on, and be my pet.'
He gets a large box out from behind the couch, and hands it to you. Inside is a pair of heavy leather boots, some thick gloves, a latex suit, and a gas mask.
You pull open the slit on the back of the suit, and push your feet through the legs.
They slide in with a lot of friction, and the chunky padded suit clings tightly to your skin. You push your dick into a hollow dildo at the front, and pull a small sack to cover your balls. Your dick is pushed upward by the rigid pole.
You then force your arms into the sleeves, and push your head through the top hole, until your body is covered by the thick black rubber. You try moving around in the stiff suit, feeling the odd sensation of it clinging to your skin.
You squeeze your feet into the sticky boots, and pull the straps tight. The boots are very warm, and you feel your feet start to sweat profusely. You stomp around a little, feeling bigger and heavier in the large footwear.
You pull the gloves over your hands, and wiggle your fingers, The gloves are heavy and stiff, and your hands feel hot and sticky.
The mask is a large, heavy latex gas mask. It is old-fashioned, the front visor glass and surrounded by a brass inset. The glass has a thin inner layer of silver, making it completely reflective from the outside.
A large metal nozzle sticks out from the mouth and nose area, and the thick rubbery latex is designed to cover the entire head.
You pull the mask over your head, pulling the heavy latex over your hair and sealing it by the clamps on the back. It feels tight and constricting, and very quickly your head feels hot and sweaty.
You breathe with some difficulty through the mouth valve, and the world outside is viewed as if through sunglasses. Attempting to talk causes only a heavy muffled sound, and your breath is loud and hissing.