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“Call! Ha ha … you're really bad at this. Big win for me!”

The veteran playing cards immediately darkened his face, anger surging to its peak after five straight losses. I must be having a real lucky day, I thought.

Suddenly, he waved to a nearby waiter, who bent down to hear him whisper something. I felt a knot in my stomach, sensing that something was about to happen. The waiter retreated and soon returned with a few drinks, inviting both players to partake.

The other player, appearing more hospitable now, seemed to have calmed his anger. He waved his hand to continue the game. I tried to remain nonchalant, sipping my cocktail and waiting for my turn.

“Again! Yay, what a lucky day! Or has someone dropped deep down today?”

I exclaimed after another win. However, this time, the veteran didn’t seem angry. Instead, a sinister smile spread across his face. With a snap of his fingers, two bodyguards appeared behind me, locking my arms and lifting me out of my chair.

“Hey! Stop! What are you doing? Don’t touch me!” I shouted.

The other player laughed, his eyes gleaming.

“Cheater! I got you!”

“What!? No way, I'm not cheating…”

“Really? Check his arm, now!”

The bodyguards pulled up my sleeve, and the extra cards I had hidden fell out, hard evidence against me.

“I’m… I’m sorry... it’s just a game! Please take it all and let me go!”

“Ha ha ha! You think you can fool me with that little trick? Cheaters must be punished.”

“No no… Please, just take what you want... money, car, phone…”

“Shut your mouth! I have a better game for a cheater like you.”

He ordered the bodyguards to drag me out of the room. They led me down a series of corridors and stairs, descending to the deep floors below the building.

We entered a dimly lit room filled with an assortment of bizarre equipment.

“This is your punishment,” the veteran declared, pointing at the suit. “You will wear this, permanently.”

In the center of the room stood a golden tiger suit, made of thick, glossy rubber. The suit glistened under the low lights, exuding a menacing aura. The bodyguards forced me towards it, stripping me down and ignoring my protests. The suit was laid out, waiting to consume me.

“Please, no! I’ll do anything, just don’t put me in that!” I begged, but it was futile.

They began by fitting my feet into the suit, which molded to my skin like a second layer. The material was soft and warm, unnervingly comfortable. Next, they guided my hands into paw-shaped mitts, rendering my fingers useless. The suit thickened around my limbs, pecs, and buttocks, giving my body a smooth and exaggeratedly sexy figure. Despite its heft, the suit heightened my skin’s sensitivity, making every touch a mix of pleasure and torture.

As they sealed the suit around my head, a visor lowered over my eyes, showing hypnosis waves and directions. My eyes was instantly blocked by a visor screen that displayed swirling, hypnotic waves. As it settled into place, I felt a tightness around my jaw and mouth, where an O-gag kept my mouth forcibly open, making any form of speech impossible. Micro speakers implanted in my ears began to play a soothing, yet commanding voice, instructing me to obey.

A tight hollow dildo filled my ass, vibrating intermittently, and my penis was trapped in a rubber chastity device, a permanent bulge with a lock symbol. My erection was intense, a constant throbbing reminder of my helplessness, but I couldn’t climax, no matter what.

The suit was self-healing; whenever I struggled, it stretched and snapped back into place, showing no signs of wear. The more I fought, the more futile it seemed.

As time passed, I felt my resistance fading. The commands in my ears were relentless, wearing down my willpower. My body began to move on its own, responding to the instructions without my conscious input. The suit’s control over me grew stronger with each passing day.

“You will obey,” the voice commanded. “You are no longer human. You are a golden tiger, a toy for your master’s pleasure.”

Years passed. The suit became my prison, my identity. The hypnosis waves gradually eroded my consciousness, making me a puppet, a rubber toy for my master’s amusement. I followed every command without question, loyal and obedient. The human inside me faded away, leaving only the compliant, obedient golden tiger. I was no longer a person but a toy, a permanent fixture in my master’s collection, my past life lost forever beneath layers of latex and control.