Story: Kept in His Gear

Kept in His Gear
by RTS

Chapter 1

I re-connected on this web site with a rubber friend I hadn't seen in a few years. We first met at a rubber weekend party a few years ago, both of us new to the rubber scene. We exchange a few e-mails and He informed me that he has quite the collection of gear inviting me to enjoy it with him for a long weekend in his play room advising me to fast from solid food for 24 hours before hand followed with a good enema clean out before I left for his place. Looking forward to a hot mutual play session I put my catsuit in my back pack, eager to be wearing it in his company. My suit is a total coverage one with attached feet, gloves and hood, entered by a shoulder to shoulder zip that runs over the top of the fitted hood. The hood has two small tubes fitting into my nose and a moulded mouth opening that can take a plug or ball gag. The eye holes have pepper pot type openings restricting my vision. The only opening in the suit is a hole lined with an "o" ring for my cock and balls to fit thru which is covered by a removable cod piece. The suit was custom made for me recently, fitting me comfortably tight, and this would be my first opportunity to be playing in it with a partner, I put on my old camos and laced up my 20 hole Rangers and grabbed my leather jacket and headed over to his place on my motorcycle.

When I arrived he answered the door looking very hot with his shaved head wearing his rubber jeans and tank top with a hot pair of 20 hole Rangers just like the ones I was wearing laced tight on his legs. He led me downstairs into a well equipped basement and after a few hugs he told me to strip down. Then he went to a closet and started pulling out some hot looking rubber gear. He now got serious and ordered me to bend over and proceeded to insert a metal butt plug up my ass. This plug was just big enough for me to take without too much discomfort. It had some wires attached to the outside end which he led up my back to my neck.

I then pulled my catsuit from the backpack, he was very pleased with the sight of total coverage gear. The suit was well lubed and he helped me pull it on, carefully pulling my cock and balls thru the opening and leading the wires from the butt plug up my back inside the suit to the top of my head. I worked my arms into the tight sleeves pushing my hands firmly into the attached gloves and working out the air pockets so that each glove fit snugly. He then took the slider of each shoulder zipper and pulled them together, up the sides of my neck and as I worked the tubes in the hood into my nose he pulled the sliders together at the top of my shaved head feeding the wires out the small gap left between them, the hood was now zippered tightly closed and I was surprised to hear the sound of a small lock joining the sliders and effectively sealing me in the suit and preventing any access to the weighty butt plug filling my ass. This hood's small tubes now fitting inside my nose, and the moulded mouth opening was soon plugged with a ball gag now being tightly strapped around my head and locked effectively limiting my speech to grunts and mumbles. I was then ordered to pull on my boots lacing them snugly over the legs of the catsuit.

When I completed this task I stood there really enjoying the feeling of now being locked inside my tight rubber suit. He then took a thick rubber body harness and strapped it on my body, a tight strap up my crotch forcing the butt plug home, and my cock and balls were not so gently pulled thru an "o"ring on the front, and to complete the harness a high stiff posture collar was locked around my neck.

My erect cock now attesting to my pleasure at what I have been experiencing. The collar was a new experience for me, it now became difficult for me to make any movement of my head and I could no longer look down. Looking at my cock he said he'd have to do something about that. He left the room and came back holding a metal object in one hand and a large piece of ice in the other. Holding up the metal object for me to see, he explained that it was a locking chastity device that would tightly contain my soon to be flaccid cock and balls and proceeded to ice my member shrinking it enough so that he then forced it and my balls into the container, carefully closing it and locking it shut, painfully compressing my boys in this inescapable container.

I was now feeling pretty good and getting very horny but my poor cock could not expand inside its steel chamber and the weight of it was immediate apparent when he released his grip and let it hang there. He was now laughing at his work,as I was now fully trapped in the gear and totally in his control and enjoying my helplessness.

He had more gear for me now as he held up a heavy rubber straight jacket and ordered me to put my arms into the sleeves and proceeded to pull the straps tight across my back and thru my crotch and then crossing my sleeved arms over my chest and buckling them tightly behind my back. There were "d" rings fitted to the shoulder belts of the body harness I was now wearing under the straight jacket, and these fit thru openings on the shoulder of the straight jacket (I was soon to learn how these were to be used.)

I stood there now sweating testing the tightness of the jacket while he locked steel shackles around my boots attached to each other by a spreader bar, then taking a chain attached at the mid point of the spreader bar he ordered me to bend my knees as he locked the other end of this chain to my steel chastity cup which forced me to stand in a semi-squat position as any attempt to straighten up would result in a very painful pull on my caged cock and balls. I tried to protest, but my plugged mouth only allowed for unintelligible grunts.

Now he placed kneepads on each of my legs and ordered me to kneel which I awkwardly did carefully trying not to put any tension on the chain attached to my cock cage, the posture collar holding my head stiffly erect adding to the difficulty of the movement. As I knelt there he hooked a chain to each of the "d" rings on my shoulders and pulling them snug he attached them to eye bolts in the ceiling., explaining how I would be able to semi-stand or kneel but not be able to sit. Finally he took the wires which were attached to the metal butt plug (now feeling heavy and huge) and plugged them into wires running down the chains from the ceiling. He then stood back after checking the tightness of the straps on the straight jacket and locking each one of them closed.

I was feeling restless in my helpless state, waves of uncertainty filling my mind as I wondered what I had gotten myself into but still anticipating some hot mutual action with this man. Next he ordered me to stand up, somewhat difficult but I managed not to hurt myself as I got into the semi-squat position. He pointed to a telephone hanging on the wall in front of me and said he would now demonstrate the uniqueness of the steel butt plug forced up my ass and held tightly in place by the crotch straps.

Taking a cell phone from a pouch on his belt, he dialed a number and the wall phone in front of me started to ring and as each ring sounded my butt plug vibrated thru the duration of each ring. This was feeling really good and then he hung up and the vibration stopped. He then explained another feature, yes the vibrations would continue as long as the phone was ringing, but if a ring should be cut off there was another surprise in-store for me.

He demonstrated this as he dialed the number again and the vibrations began but during the third ring he hung up before the ring completed and there was an instant electric shock delivered to my butt plug causing me to drop to my knees letting out a loud muffled grunt at this unexpected unpleasantness.

He was enjoying this laughing at my predicament, ordering me to stand back up, I struggled to my feet breathing heavily, saliva running from my ball gagged mouth. As I stood there he walked away returning with a leather belt in his hand and began slapping my ass with it. He gave me a few good wacks bringing tears to my eyes. He hugged me then and said that he was going out and would be gone all day.

I frantically grunted my pleas for him to not leave me like this and as he walked away I shuffled walked after him attempting to make my pleas intelligible through the ball gag until the shoulder chains pulled me up short. He turned back, reached down and grabbed the spreader bars joining my leg irons and pulled my feet off the floor, my caged balls painfully yanked by the action, all my weight now on the suspension chains pulling the crotch strap of the harness even tighter.

As I struggled to get my booted feet back under me, he left the room and went back upstairs saying he would be certain to call often to keep me entertained and oh some of his friends would also be making a few calls too.

I was having mixed feelings now, breathing heavily with my exertions of trying to get my feet back under me and my weight off the shoulder chains to relieve some of the pressure of the crotch strap. The tight rubber all over my body, it's smell and the sounds it made as I struggled to move, the sweat running down my back , the helplessness of my bondage all were turning me on as the painful confines of my steel cup indicated. but the awkwardness of my bondage was causing me some discomfort and the anxiety of the anticipated butt plug shocks was adding to my concerns.

Being left alone I hadn't expected, being bound and restrained in some one's company would be an exciting pleasure, left alone and helpless would now be a miserable endurance testing. I finally managed to get my legs back under me and I now stood in my semi-crouched position sweating heavily, my layered rubber now squishing with each movement as I struggled within the straight jacket. I wasn't enjoying this damn posture collar and the ball gag locked on my mouth was pissing me off.

How long will I be kept like this, surely only a few hours I was thinking. My legs were getting tired now standing in this semi-squat stance and each time I attempted to stand up forgetting the chain linking the spreader bar to my steel contained cock and balls the painful pull on them forced another grunt out of me.

This was no longer fun, the steel butt plug was feeling heavy and I was both dreading when the ringing phone would activate the electric shock feature and yet eager for the vibrating pleasure it would also produce. Time dragged on, my legs ached, I wanted desperately to move my arms but the tight confines of the straight jacket prevent this. The weight of the locked steel chastity container constantly dragging at my balls adding to what was becoming a misery.

Then the phone began ringing, the amazing sensation as my butt plug began vibrating in sequence immediately got my mind off of the discomfort of my bondage. It continued to ring again and again, my cock trying to respond but painfully contained had no room for an erection. The phone stopped after the 5th ring leaving me begging for more but still apprehensive of the potential for an electric shock. After a while it began to ring again and again and then suddenly stopped into the next ring producing the sudden shock causing me to almost fall to my knees.

Immediately it began ringing again, this time it kept on maybe 10 times and the vibrating plug felt fantastic and then it stopped. Nothing happened for a long time and my legs were becoming too tired holding this semi-squat stance when it started ringing again only to be cut short by the 5th ring jolting me with another shock forcing me to drop to my knees as I cried out a muffled shout. The phone then continued to ring in a series of 4 or more rings always with the last ring interrupted producing a continuing series of shocks. My body was trembling and I was soaked in my sweat while I moaned in reaction to my pleasure and pain.

I began thrashing around in frustration, the posture collar feeling particularly unpleasant, why the fuck did he have to lock that damn thing on me. I was now feeling pretty miserable, trembling each time the phone began to ring, I began crying in helpless frustration as there was no let up, the endless ringing keeping me horny as the plug vibrated almost always followed by the jolt of another shock. The rest of this day dragged on, there was no relief, I felt miserably uncomfortable and only wanted out.

Chapter 2

This day is going on forever, this bondage is driving me crazy, when the hell is he coming back, I'm pissed off and now struggling futilely in this rubber bondage, I am hot, soaked in sweat, miserable, tired and aching in all this gear, the ball gag and posture collar are now almost unbearable, saliva pouring out of my mouth, and the damn telephone keeps ringing and I am trembling in expectation of the now unending pending shocks.

It's been ringing without interruption, the butt plug has been constantly vibrating now driving me crazy with unsatisfied pleasure, I groan and squirm as the rubber squeaks and resists my straining trying to find a comfortable position within my limited range of movement. The phone keeps on ringing. I can't stand it as my confined cock presses tightly within the steel cup unable to find release.

And then I hear footsteps approaching, he is back and has someone with him. The posture collar prevents me from turning my head to see as they get closer. They are laughing and I hear an unfamiliar voice addressing my friend as Master. My friend calls him boi and orders him to get me up into my crouch like stance. All this time the phone keeps ringing and my butt plug keeps vibrating, suddenly the ringing is interrupted and another shock jolts me but boi is holding me keeping me from dropping to my knees.

I am mumbling pleas to my friend for some relief but he ignores them and orders boi to take that belt he had use on me hours ago and strap my ass with it until I stopped my grunted protests. Boi's strokes are tentative at first but my friend warns him to put some enthusiasm into it or suffer the same treatment from him. I am still trying to shout out pleas for release hopelessly still gagged. Each slap of the belt causes me to groan and I am warned by him that the beating will continue until I am silent. He tells the boi to step it up as he wants to see tears.

I am now sobbing as my rubbered ass is stinging from the blows, I bite down tightly on the ball gag trying not to make a sound yet I still make uncontrollable grunts with every stroke. Finally, with my eyes tearing from the pain I manage to endure the next two strokes without making a sound. He now hugs me and and says that he is really enjoying the sight of his packaged rubber slave. What the hell is he saying, what does he mean, I never intended to be his slave, this was just going to be a weekend play session.

He continues telling me that I will be staying locked in my rubber gear for the next two days and that if I behave and follow all his instructions he will permit me to remove my gear for a shower and toilet break for only two half hour periods during this weekend. This of course means that the butt plug will not be accessible while I am locked in my catsuit, but don't worry it will now be under the remote control of a portable devise he will be carrying and only used to correct my attitude as needed. It will require me to wear a small battery pack to provide it with power.

Now I have never worn my catsuit longer than 20 hours and knowing what those last couple of hours felt like I understood that there were going to be some more very uncomfortable hours ahead of me. He now takes my head between his hands, takes hold of the lock keeping the ball gag on me, releases it and then unstraps the ball gag. In gratitude for this relief I start thanking him and plead for him to remove the posture collar. He answers this with a sharp slap to my hooded face ordering me to shut up and only speak when told to. Now laughing he tells me that since the posture collar is part of the body harness I am wearing under the straight jacket, that there is no way that it is coming off any time soon. He and the boi are now standing in front of me where I can now see them thru the pin hole eye openings of my hood.

He is wearing a catsuit with a bulging cod piece, gloved but not hooded, his legs again encased in those 20 hole Rangers I first saw him in hours ago. His boi is in a black Aquala drysuit, his legs inside heavy black rubber hip boots, his hands inside of thick industrial rubber gloves, his head hooded in rubber, around his waist is locked a wide thick rubber belt. He tells the boi to get me some water and he quickly walks out of my line of sight and I hear the sound of running water. Returning, the boi holds a jug to my mouth and starts to pour it. I have to lean my upper body back as the posture collar prevents me from tilting my head, still much of the water is spilling down my body. I greedily gulp down as much as I can needing to replace all that I sweated out during this long day.

Once I have had my fill, he approaches and orders me to kneel , dropping his cod piece revealing his cock erect inside a rubber sheath. He then grabs hold of my head and thrusts his member into my waiting mouth, taking me by surprise I at first gag for breath as he starts pumping his hips again and again ramming his cock deep ordering me to get sucking. The taste of rubber is strong as I frantically try to please him. with a great gasp he starts to cum grabbing my head tighter as he thrust harder and harder. I am having trouble getting a breath as his body presses closed the breathing tubes in my nose. Finally he releases my head with a sigh of pleasure and after standing in front of me silently for several minutes, unhooks the chains attached to the "d" rings of my body harness and unplugs the wires entering my suit.

Now with these chains removed it is possible for me to sit down which he orders boi to help me do. I lean back into the bois arms then slide my leg ironed boots forward as far as the chain connecting my locked steel chastity container to the spreader bar permits. Finally sitting on my plugged butt gives my tired leg muscles a rest. He now reaches down and releases this chain from the spreader bar and orders the boi to sit down with his back to me in front of my spread legs then taking the chain he locks it to a "d" ring attached to the boi's wide belt. Now the boi and I are linked by the chain which is less that two feet long. He now orders both of us to stand up, the boi can easily manage this as his arms and legs are not restrained, but I am helpless bound tight in the straight jacket with my legs shackled to the spreader bar it is impossible for me to do this. As the boi starts to stand the chain joining us together jerks tight and I yell in pain as it pulls tightly at my encased cock and balls.

The boi drops back down in reaction.

My friend again slaps my face telling me he hasn't given me permission to speak. He then tells the boi to figure out a way to get both of us standing now. The boi sitting in front of me slides back tight against me and reaches his arms back to hug around my sides and rocks forward so I am leaning against him, and after a few tries succeeds to roll both of us to one side permitting me to pull my extended legs back enough for both of us to rock up onto our knees and together managing to stand up. We are both breathing heavily from this exertion and sweating freely. I am so fucking helpless in this straight jacket with my legs locked with this spreader bar, if only he would remove these leg restraints, but I don't dare speak.

My friend now says you two are now going to spend the night joined by that chain, my boi had better think about how all his movement will affect the rubber slave he leads around. I am dreading the hours ahead anticipating the continuous discomfort and pain. It is frustrating to have this hot rubber suited boi so close in front of me that I can feel his body heat yet I am unable to hug him, and with his back to me he is unable to hug me.

My friend (I am now doubting this title since he started calling me his rubber slave) leaves us for a while and returns with a couple of protein shakes with drinking straws handing them to the boi and ordering him to feed me. The boi easily drinks one and then backing tight against me holds it to my mouth but the posture collar is preventing me from tilting my head back and I can't get the straw in my mouth. He commands the boi to stop, then coming over to me he fits the straw into my mouth. I eagerly swallow this needed food. We are next given bottles of water and the process is repeated. He then gives us permission to talk to each other once he leaves and warns me that I am not permitted to speak to him without permission. He then leaves us and hopes we have an entertaining night. The two of us are standing there the boi still backed tightly against me.

I am tired and hurting in this tight gear, my skin feeling itchy inside my sweaty catsuit, the only relief I have had all day was from the removal of the ball gag, but now my tender cock and ball-sack is aching inside the steel container and being chained to boi, at at his mercy whenever he moves. Boi starts speaking to me now, I learn that he too is wearing a full catsuit under the Aquala dry suit which is now filling with his piss and sweat and that his hood is attached to it. He complains that the boots are heavy and clumsy and the thick industrial gloves he is wearing are attached to the suit and make it difficult to use his hands.

Tough shit I tell him, I have this fucking steel butt plug up my ass, I am locked in a tight chastity device with a tight body harness attached to this fucking miserable posture collar and everything is topped off with this rubber straight jacket which is locked tight on me. I've been in this gear since early this morning getting my ass shocked all day. Now my balls are chained to boi's belt leaving me victim to your every move. Boi tells me he has something to show me and starts to walk toward a metal door in the far wall.

I awkwardly shuffle behind him enjoying the sight of this rubber boi in his big boots. When we reach the door boi lifts the bar holding it shut and pulls it open. In the dim light I see in one corner of a cell like room a steel bared cage about 3 feet high and wide and maybe 4 feet long. I spend most of my days in that cage while master is out at work, he says and if I have been bad he keeps me in that. Boi pointed to a narrow vertical cage which looked to be less than 2 feet square and 6 feet high, not much larger than a gym locker. Boi then added that he was always wearing full rubber and has been master's boi for several months, so my few hours of bondage didn't impress him, and told me to suck it up and get use to it.

I asked what do you mean.

Laughing, boi said do you think that master is going to let his new rubber slave out of that gear anytime soon? I'm nobody's rubber slave I shouted. Then he gave a sharp jerk to the chain bringing home to me instantly the helplessness of my condition. And what do you think you can do about it he said?

Boi said he has willingly submitted to be Master's toy and liked the idea of a new rubber slave in the house, someone now beneath him in status, someone Master would let him jerk around by the balls. I was now scared, I said I just was looking for a long weekend's play, get off, get out of the gear have a shower, I had no expectation of being forced to become someone's rubber slave. Boi then put his arm over my shoulder and said quietly, do you really think you have a choice you fucking hot looking helpless bundle of bound rubber?

Reaching behind himself boi takes hold of the chain giving it a sharp pull and leads me out of the cell. I am so tired now and want to lay down I start to plead with boi and he replies that once on the floor we are staying on the floor for the rest of this night. Boi tells me to kneel and sit back on my haunches while he remains standing and backs up close to me then lifting his left leg he swings it back and over my head and down to the floor as he pivots his body to now face me with the chain joining my cock cage to the back of his belt now passing under his crotch between his legs. Now he takes hold of my shoulders and lowers me down to the floor telling me to extend my shackled legs out as he then lays on top of me our hooded faces touch.

He takes hold of my head and presses the mouth opening of his hood against mine and we eagerly start kissing. The weight of his body is pressing the buckles on the back of my straight jacket hard into me as he starts to pump his hips vigorously against me. the chain is being jerked tight with his movements and I try to plead with him to ease up but he shoves the fingers of his heavy glove into my mouth. Boi is desperate to cum but the two layers of rubber gear incasing him is frustrating these efforts yet he keeps trying until hot and exhausted he just collapses on me his gasping hot breath in my face.

Putting his hand behind my shoulder he gently rolls both of us onto our sides, telling me this is the only bit of comfort we can get this night, our hot rubbered bodies pressed close like this. I ask him to please place his other arm under my head to lessen the discomfort the posture collar is causing while on my side. Boi gently presses his hooded mouth against mine and as we kiss he slides his arm in place.

Chapter 3

The night has passed so slowly, I could not sleep, I am so uncomfortable and my body aches from laying immobile on the hard floor. I don't like the continuos weight of my steel butt plug and the tightness of the straight jacket has cramped my arms. My sweat filled catsuit is feeling cold and itchy. Boi seems to have managed far better than me in getting some sleep. His uncontrolled movements thru the night caused the chain linking my cock cage to his belt to jerk my balls painfully and I had to keep trying to adjust my position to lessen the discomfort.

The sound of my friend's approaching footsteps ( I will not call him Master) promised some relief in my bondage. He was still wearing the same gear he had on yesterday (I hoped he too had slept in it). Coming over to us he booted boi in the ass and ordered him to get us both on our feet. The groggy boi stirred, pushed one arm under me and wrapping me with the other and as I bent my knees to get my boots under me he got to his feet pulling me with him. My friend reached to the back of boi's belt and released the chain which had joined us together. Pushing boi to one side, he next unlocked the steel chastity container finally freeing my much abused cock and balls. The relief I felt at this moment was fantastic, I could almost forget the discomfort of the tight harness, collar and straight jacket I have been wearing for what must now be almost 24 hrs. I wanted to thank him but was afraid to speak without his permission. He said I trust my rubber slave is feeling better now, here is a little reward for you,.. hey boi get down on your knees and service this slave's cock.

Boi quickly dropped to his knees in front of me and and taking tight hold of my butt, he took my now erecting sore cock into his mouth. As he worked his mouth and tongue pulling my hips tight against his head working my butt plugged ass I was ecstatic, eager to get off but hoping to prolong the experience. Boi was very good, taking me to the edge and easing off several times, driving me crazy as I began pumping my hips hard against his hooded face and finally I exploded with a loud series of moans and grunts as my cock pumped it's load into boi's eager mouth. As I tried to pull away boi continued to suck driving me nuts in the almost painful pleasure.

Boi sat back on his booted heels, while both of us breathed heavily. God now I wanted out of the gear, some relief from my tight bondage, standing there spent, tired sweating. My friend now gives us water and after I finish drinking, he comes up behind me and removes the locks and undoes the straps holding on my straight jacket, straightening my stiff arms now tingling at the relief of the cramped pressure. He pulls the jacket off me leaving me feeling cold standing there still in the tight body harness over my catsuit.

He orders boi to rub my arms and body to get the circulation going. This feels great having boi looking so hot in his Aquala drysuit heavy hip boots and thick gloves rubbing my arms and torso. I can't resist and I hug him in gratitude, he hugs me and presses his hooded face against mine and we thrust our tongues into each other's mouth. My friend now grabs boi and orders him to go to his cage now. A chastened boi quickly heads over to the steel door and goes into the cell. My friend now turns to me and says you are not to act without my permission, he then stands behind me and attaches a large, heavy metal pack to the back of my harness and then plugs in the wires which run from my butt plug up inside my catsuit and out the top of my hood into this box. This is the power pack and remote receiver that now controls your butt plug he says. It can also be activated by switches built into it, so anyone can come up to you and play with it, like this...I am suddenly zapped with an electric shot and unwittingly moan in distress which immediately earns me another painful jolt, again I moan and again I get jolted but this time I keep silent.

He then bends down and removes the spreader bar from my steel ankle restraints, then the knee pads and orders me to go to boi's cell. I enter the cell and see boi sitting cramped in the confines of his floor cage with the padlock locked. I am then pushed backwards into the tight confines of the standing cage, my shoulders press tight against the bars and as he closes the door he orders me to place my gloved hands between the bars as he locks it shut. Reaching for a pair of handcuffs hanging on the wall he snaps them shut over my wrists pining them outside the cage and preventing me from touching my exposed cock. He now goes over to boi's cage ordering him to press his hooded face against the bars, then dropping his cod piece he shoves his cock into boi's mouth ordering him to suck him off quickly.

With the difficulty imposed on him by the bars, boi is really working hard to satisfy his master. Finally with an enthusiastic shout he pumps his load into boi's mouth, and reaching into the cage he pats boi's head. He now hands boy the remote control box for my butt plug. He tells him that rubber slave is his to play with and if boi can get him to cum using the remote control, boi would be freed from the cage and permitted to get out of his Aquala drysuit and take a shower. Now looking at me he says rubber slave you do not have my permission to cum and you will punished if you disobey me. He leaves us now shutting the cell door behind him.

Standing wedged in this cage is worse than being in the straight jacket, I have nowhere to move, for as I tire of standing and slouch down my knees press painfully against the bars. My hands are helpless locked outside the bars. Boi speaks to me, I'm sorry to do this to you but I want out of here and need to get out of this piss filled suit. He then pushes a switch on the remote and my butt plug vibrates intensely as I sigh in the pleasurable sensation. He keeps it up for a while as my cock grows erect. I plead with him to ease off as I am in dread of my threatened punishment, but boi is as desperate for release as I am in my fear.

Again and again he pushes the vibration control while I squirm around in my cage trying to blot out the pleasure my ass is feeling with the painfulness of my cramped confines. Boi now jolts me with a shock, and then another before reactivating the vibrator. I am squirming in the cage now, the torment of the shocks and vibrator keeping my cock erect as I try to distract myself with the discomfort of my tight confines. I shout out to boi calling him an ass hole begging him to stop but he calls me a fucking rubber slave and will make me shoot my load under his control. Boi then sets the vibrator going and cycles back and forth between it and the shocks as I moan in mixed pleasure and pain he shouts you're a lowly piece of shit rubber slave and you are never getting free of that gear.

I am calling him a cock sucking cunt and frantically beg him to stop as I am now about ready to explode, but he gives me one long blast of the vibrator and I helplessly start to shoot as the little bastard jolts me with a series of shocks as I scream in the orgasm. I collapse tight against the bars my cum puddled on the floor now as the pleasure fades boi gives me a few more short shocks as I plead with him to let up, he's won his release. The cage is painful now, there is no way to relieve the pressure of the tight confines, no way to be comfortable. Boi says he's sorry for my plight and that the cage I am locked in only feels worse as the hours pass.

What I gasp do you mean by hours? He now laughingly says better you then me, I've been punished in it all day a few times, but now I do what I am told to avoid it.

Hey boi, now that you have fucked me over and set me up for more punishment when do you think you are going to be let out of that cage? Boi replies I trust my Master to be checking on us within an hour and then getting the fuck out of this rank drysuit and into a shower.

What about that catsuit you are wearing inside that Aquala, are you getting out of it too I ask? Well no boi answers that's staying on as master demands.

We are left alone for some time, boi playfully activating the remote to shock my ass more frequently then he uses the vibrator. I am pleading with him to stop as I squirm hopelessly in the tight cage as this sadistic little bastard keeps tormenting me. He is now trying to get me to cum again, but I am so drained I don't believe he will succeed.

Boi now says if I can make you cum again Master would undoubtedly double your punishment, he doesn't look kindly on a disobedient rubber slave. With that boi just holds down the switch of the vibrator, the endless pulsing soon driving me crazy as my cock again responds and my erection grows. I am thrashing against the bars screaming at him to stop, I am jolted with a quick shock and more vibration again and again then beyond my control I shoot my load just as the cell door swings open and my friend steps in. I am sobbing in frustration and fearful of him now.

He silently unlocks boi's cage ordering him out he tells him to lick up my cum from the floor. Boi quickly kneels down and struggles to lick up the mess. Once he is finished he is told to go and remove the Aquala suit, wash it out and take a shower, nothing is said to me as he turns and leaves the cell shutting the steel door. I am in pain from this confinement, I am hungry and tired, I can hardly move and there is no way to get in any comfortable position. I am afraid to voice a protest or shout out any pleas for release expecting more intense punishment if I do so.

Nothing happens for a long time and I am suffering, this cage is brutal, I am desperate to get out, crap I'll call him Master, I'll surrender to being his rubber slave...no, not that, there is no way I want that. Finally the cell door opens and he walks in carrying a tall protein shake and a steel slave collar with chain. You have permission to speak rubber slave. I thank him and start to plead to get out of the cage. He warns me not to plead for release.

I immediately say how hot he looks and that I only want to please him but I never consented to being a rubber slave. He laughs and says that my consent has nothing to do with it, He makes the decision, and from now on I must address him as Master. We are friends I protest, I can't call you Master. He looks at me saying suit yourself and enjoy that cage then turns and walks out the door. Wait...MMMmaster, I'm sorry I didn't mean any disrespect. The door slams shut and I curse myself for being such a stupid fool, I am sobbing in my misery now, half collapsed against the bars of my cage.

Slowly time passes painfully, the posture collar is killing me and the heavy butt plug is now an unbearable weight. My suit is filled with my sweat and feeling grotty and my eyes are stinging from it. The tightness of the harness in my crotch is annoying, I'll do what ever he wants just for some relief, hell I'll agree to anything even to being his rubber slave just so I can get out of here, but once I am free of this bondage there is no way I will submit.

Again the door swings open, this time as he steps toward me I say thank you master for returning. Following behind him is boi, now just wearing his full hooded catsuit with fist mitts locked on his wrists and a rubber tail sticking out of his butt, his cock and balls rubber sheathed, his hip boots have been replaced with tall rubber lace up ones. Master is again carrying the steel slave collar with chain and a large protein drink which I hungrily crave.

How are you now my pathetic rubber slave? So relieved to see you..Master I gulp. Slowly he unlocks my cuffed hands, then the door of my cage and as he swings it open my weakened legs collapse as I fall forward, boi reaching out to catch me between his fist mitted paws pulling me from the cage and laying me on my back. Master now orders boi to 69 me. Boi straddles my head and shoves his rubber cock into my mouth then goes down on my flaccid cock which has nothing left to reach climax.

Boi's rubber cock fills my mouth as I start to suck in rhythm to his pumping hips,The smell of his rubber catsuit is strong as he presses against me again and again, cutting off my breathing tubes, I am struggling for air as he is sucking my semi erect cock. Master says to me that this is my last chance to cum for a long time so go for it. But it is impossible for me even as boi suddenly pumps harder and begins to moan and jerk in an uncontrollable spasm of ecstasy collapsing on me his rubbered crotch sealing off my air, his rubber sheath cock still in my mouth, I can't breathe and I am thrashing around trying to move him off my face as I panic, Master pulls him away, helps me sit up and after giving me time to catch my breath offers me the much needed protein drink.

I finish it while he is unlocking the shackles that have been on my boots since yesterday morning. He pulls me to my feet and with boi following he leads me out the door carrying the steel slave collar and chain, down a short hall to a tiled corner with an overhead shower and toilet. Now slave don't speak until I tell you. Master slowly begins removing the heavy metal back pack and unplugs the wires leading into my suit, and in relief I hear the sound of the opening lock on the posture collar and body harness. Soon he has these unbuckled and as he removes them I am feeling such a freedom from my endless discomfort that it's a pleasure to just be wearing my hot and sweaty catsuit.

Master then unlocks the zippers at the top of my hood and slowly pulls them down and across my shoulders. The air on my skin feels wonderful and cool. Master takes the steel slave collar and placing it around my neck I start to resist as he locks it closed, but boi grabs on to me pinning my arms to my sides while Master attaches the chain to an eye bolt in the shower wall. Now he begins pealing the suit off my body, turning on the overhead shower and working the warm water down into it. The lower portion of the suit is slowly filling. I am still wearing my 20 hole Rangers so there is no way that this suit is coming off now.

Master gets the suit down below my ass and orders me to squat and proceeds to pull out the butt plug. What a relief, my poor ass is hurting from wearing it this long. Leading me over to the toilet he makes me bend over sticks one end of a hose into my rectum and begins pouring water into the funnel attached to the other end giving me a good clean out, repeating the process several times. Now he takes me back under the shower for a quick rinse leaving me there with my catsuit hanging down my legs as he goes out of the the room for a few minutes returning carrying something made out of metal.

Master orders boi to stand behind me and pin my arms down. I am feeling apprehensive as he holds up what looks to be a pair of steel mens' briefs. He begins to explain that these are steel chastity shorts made by Latowski ordered to fit boi, but as I am close in size to boi I will have the pleasure of trying them out. They are hinged at the crotch and he now slides them between my struggling legs, the back piece fits snugly against my ass which boi holds in place with his body pressing against mine as master works my cock into the internal chamber of the front piece and snaps it closed joining the two parts at the waist. He quickly locks it together now imprisoning me in it. It is a bit tight on me and but not uncomfortable.

Boi releases my arms and I promptly touch this new chastity device. There is no way I can even touch my cock and no possibility of getting myself out of it. I reach around behind and notice a big enough opening to permit toilet visits, it restricts any twisting movements I try to make Master laughs in delight at the perplexed look on my face. You will have to piss sitting down now, so that cod piece opening on your catsuit will be useless. From now on as long as you are in your suit you will be pissing in it, and you will remain locked in this chastity belt unable to cum until you willingly accept your destiny as my rubber slave.

He now begins to pull the wet suit up my body squirting lubricant on to my skin as he works me into it. I reluctantly force each arm into a tight sleeve, working my fingers into the gloves. Master then pulls the suit over my shoulders unlocks and removes my steel slave collar and slowly pulls the zippers closed up over my now hooded head as I just manage to get the nose tubes in place, ordering boi to hold on to me he quickly again locks the two zipper sliders together at the top of my head and again locks the slave collar around my neck. I am now told to sit down and I am sort of forced to sit upright by the chastity belt.

Then Master lifts my legs allowing the water that has drained into them to flow toward my head as I lay down on my back. Holding my legs high this water starts to leak out the shoulder zippers and he keeps me in this position until the flow ceases. I am allowed to stand, and master now releases the end of the chain from the eye bolt in the wall and now locks it to a collar he places around boi's neck. He leads us back to the main room and finding my cod piece, snaps it back on my suit.

Now slave as a demonstration of my serious intent I will take the only keys to that chastity belt and mail them later tonight to myself, that will mean about 5 days before they get back to me, 5 days that you know you will remain in that belt but I intend to leave it on you much longer than that.

I start to protest, he grabs my neck chain and kicks me in my groin the blow lessened by the steel of the chastity belt but the force doubling me over. Listen to me you fucking rubber slave, every time you fuck up means more days locked in that chastity belt and you are not getting out of it until you convince me that you willingly accept your status as my rubber slave. He pushes me back against the wall and taking my arm he stretches it up and grabbing hold of a maniacal attached there he closes it around my wrist, then grabs my other arm and repeats the action. Boi now sits at my feet both of us now restrained an unable to move anywhere.

Master walks away now saying we will be going out later tonight so rest up. Fuck now what have I gotten into, my big mouth has gotten me almost hanging by my wrists my boots just barely flat on the floor, this is the shits, and what the fuck is he saying about keeping me in this chastity belt, he can't seriously be going to keep it locked on me.

Chapter 4

Boi stands up and moves in close against me where I am pinned helpless against the wall. He looks so fucking hot in his gear and I tell him he really turns me on. He answers rubbing his body tight against mine, our rubber suits squeaking with the contact, I dig you too slave he whispers as he presses his hooded head to mine and we kiss.

Boi then wraps his legs around mine, hugging me with his fist mitted hands and starts to rub his rubber sheathed cock against me, humping me like the pup he looks like in his butt plugged tail. It feels so good to be hugged by him. My steel chastity belt/briefs feel good on me, I am enjoying the sensation of my ass contained in the steel pressing against me, getting horny but unable to feel any sensation on my enclosed cock, I like being locked in them but feel frustrated at not being able to get an erection with my cock sealed in unable to be touched.

We are kissing intensely and lost in the erotic feeling of our two catsuited bodies pressed together. Boi is now rapidly humping against me as Master returns and grabs boi by the chain attached to his collar pulling him away from me. Then unhooking the chain from boi he drags and shoves him against the wall face first. He then takes boi's left arm and ordering him to stand up on his toes he hooks the "d" ring on his locked fist mitted hand to an eye bolt on the wall and then grabbing his other arm he stretches it up and hooks it to another one, leaving boi pressed against the wall straining to stand on his toes with his arms stretched taunt.

Boi is moaning and begging master for forgiveness. Screw you boi master says, try fucking the wall for a few hours. I'm taking the rubber slave out for a while, enjoy your punishment. Boi is whimpering and pleading, please Master don't leave me like this, please put me in the cage. Master ignores him and turning to me he releases my arms and attaches the end of the chain from my collar to a "d" ring on the wide belt he is now wearing. He has changed into a pair of rubber riding boots, but he is still wearing his cod piece catsuit and has added a rubber motorcycle jacket. Man he looks hot!

He produces an "o" gag, shoves it into my mouth filling it and keeping it forced open, then secures it's strap around my head with a lock. With a pull on my lead chain I follow him across the room and up the stairs, while poor boi's whimpers fade behind us. I am lead outside into the night to Master's parked truck. I feel the cold thru my tight rubber skin and shiver a bit. I am ordered into the truck as Master follows. He starts it and we are soon driving and the cab slowly warms. We are heading toward an industrial part of the city.

After a few miles he turns in behind some warehouse type buildings and parks next to a group of other vehicles, reaching under the seat he picks up a pair of hinged handcuffs and locks them on my wrists. He opens the door and pulls me out behind him and I feel the cold as I leave the warm cab. It is quite dark, and I have difficulty in seeing thru the small pin holes of my hood. I am lead along down an alley to a cross street and up to a postal box. Now he turns to me and pulling an envelop from an inside pocket of his jacket says here are the only keys to your Latowski chastity belt/briefs, I am mailing them to myself from this particular mail drop because that don't pick up from here until Monday afternoon, and today is Saturday so you know that I have no intension or means of letting you out of them this weekend, and I don't expect to get them back until Friday.

He drops the envelop into the box. A moment of panic fills me at the realization of what he just said. I want to voice a protest but I dare not try to speak fearing more discipline. I am feeling very vulnerable and humiliated now out on the street shivering in my catsuit, cuffed, wearing a slave collar and being lead like a dog. Master now tugs at the chain and leads me back the way we have come. As I walk I am constantly conscious of the steel chastity belt/brief locked to my body, my movements a little stiff as my buttocks move within the confines of the device and the constant presence of the steel passing thru my crotch makes me walk with my legs spread a bit further apart. I am feeling great in it now, but I am fearful of being in it for the next 6 days.

We stop at a door in one of the large rundown buildings. Master knocks, a peep hole opens followed by the door swinging inwards being held by a head to toe fully rubbered man who welcomes Master with a nod. We enter a large room, music playing and everyone is in rubber gear. There is a group of men standing together at a bar, all of them have shaved heads, standing out against the blackness of all the rubber gear they are in. Every one of them is wearing a codpiece catsuit, gloves and boots, some lace up, some hip waders some in riding boots like Master.

At the feet of some of them and in other parts of the room are other rubbermen, all of these seem to be hooded, some are locked into straight jackets and body harnesses, there are several "pups" down on all fours wearing tail butt plugs, some of them are chained to the walls and iron posts throughout the room. Up behind the bar there are two men kneeling their gasmask covered heads and fist mitted hands locked in wooden stocks facing each other. The breathing hoses of each gasmask joined together to a common canister, heads and hands held fast, they squirm and are looking very uncomfortable in their predicament.

Master leads me up to the shaved headed group and they all greet him. They ask if I am his new boi. Master says no that I am his new rubber slave but haven't acknowledge my new state yet. The gathered men laugh. Beers are passed around, and Master hands me a bottle and gives me permission to drink up, we have to work on you getting that suit filled with your piss now, he says, then pulling open my cod piece he points out to the men the shine of the steel Latowski I am wearing, saying that this slave is not touching his own cock anytime soon.

Holding the bottle in my cuffed hands I stick it thru my hole gag and drink deeply. I am very tired and spread my legs to steady me as I finish the beer. Master hands me another and I slowly drink it. One of the shaved headed men talking to Master suggests they go over and sit down on one of the benches lining the wall and have a little contest. We can bet on which of our slaves can suck us off first, the losers can lick clean our boots. Master agrees to this ordering me to finish the beer, and then leads me over to the bench as several of the other men follow leading their bottom boys.

I have to piss, and resigning myself to pissing in my suit a warm stream of liquid is now running down my legs filling my boot encase rubber feet. Master and all the men sit down, pull open their cod pieces, all revealing rubber sheathed cocks.

Master orders me to my knees and take his sheathed cock in my mouth as the other rubbered slave boys are now doing.

Some one counts down ...3-2-1 Go. I quickly begin moving my head tight into Master's crotch, working my mouth, sucking in rhythm, while around me the slurping sounds of several eager slaves all frantic to get their Masters off first, rubber is squeaking and men are gasping and groaning. I am trying so hard and Master is now grunting but then next to us there is the unmistakable sound of a man in climax, and then another. I am desperate to not be the last one to succeed in satisfying his Master, I force my entire head back and forth stroking his cock rapidly and he at last lets out a series of uncontrollable gasps as his cock jerks in rhythm inside my mouth. Spent, he pulls out and I sit back on my haunches.

He then says to me you loser, I expect better of a rubber slave, you will be punished for this poor performance. I am frightened and humiliated. All of us "loser slaves" are now order to start licking the boots of the seated men. Master pulls my head forward and releases my "o" gagged mouth so that I can use my tongue properly on the waiting mens' boots. I am forced to spend the next hour crouched down on the floor licking clean a seemingly endless number of boots, all dirty, some very muddy. I am given water which helps clean my mouth and adds to the next stream of piss I am releasing into my suit.

I feel so fucking tired, the rubber suit is pulling and chaffing my body, I feel itchy all over, I am clammy with the piss and sweat. The steel chastity belt/briefs are not feeling that great as I crawl around to each pair of boots. Finally Master grabs my chain and dragging me to my feet takes me out to his truck. The cold night air hits me and I am shivering as we get in. I sit there with my head down, wrists still cuffed and manage to nod off as the the truck starts and we drive off.

I am jerked awake by a sharp pull on my chain as Master almost drags me out of the truck. I stumble behind him into the house and down the stairs to the basement. There the poor miserable boi is hanging from his wrist restraints, face against the wall, the toes of his booted feet hardly supporting him, his body is trembling in tired pain. He starts to sob and plea when he hears our footsteps behind him.

Master goes over to him and tenderly hugs him, He then orders me to place my cuffed hands under boi's ass to support him as Master releases each of boi's arms he falls backward as I hold him upright he is sobbing and thanking Master. Master takes one of boi's arm over his shoulder and boi places his other arm over mine, and slowly we walk him to the stairs and up to Master's bed room. We lower boi onto the rubber sheets. Master removes the chain from my collar and locks it to boi's collar, then locks the other end to the metal bed post. Slowly Master unlocks and removes boi's fist mitts, then calling me closer, unlocks my handcuffs. My wrist freedom is brief as he now pulls the sweaty fist mitts on my hands, locking them on me and orders me to go back down to the basement.

I obey promptly and master follows me down. I am taken over to another room I hadn't seen yet. In it there was a suspension harness, manacles hanging from the walls and ceiling, stocks, and to one side a steel bondage chair facing a mirrored wall. Master orders me to sit in it and as I comply, he begins to strap me in. First tight bands are fixed around my booted ankles and thighs, then each of my arms is strapped to the arms of the chair. A waist belt is tightened and my upper arms are strapped pulling them against the chair back. I can now hardly move but Master is not finished. He picks up a posture collar, I beg him not to put that on me, telling me to be silent he buckles it around my neck and than straps it to the high back of the chair. Now rubber slave this is your bed for the night, a suitable punishment for your failure to suck me off first, and as an added touch you will be wearing this gasmask.

He now holds a water bottle to my mouth and orders me to drink it all, saying I will be sweating plenty tonight as this room is near the furnace and gets fairly warm. I finish it all and ask for more, and Master obliges with another which I gulp down. Master then explains that the mask has a double breathing hose, one of which will be place inside my suit through the cock opening so that about 25% of my air will be pulled from inside my piss and sweat stinking suit, enough air managing to leak in thru my shoulder zippers. He now straps the mask over my hooded head, I now hear the sound of the flapper valve and smell the rubber smell of the mask.

Master is now taking one of the hoses, and working it into the cock and ball ring opening of my suit and I soon get a whiff of my rank piss and sweat as the suit presses against me as I inhale. Now he closes off the other tube and my next breath is all coming from inside the suit and it shrinks tight against me as I can't get enough air and I am panicking. Master opens it back up and I am rewarded with a complete breath, I continue to breathe deeply. Master now tells me to shout help in as loud a voice as possible. I comply, the sound partly muffled by the mask, He tells me to shout louder and I again let out a yell. He says that's much better.

I am now leaving you for the night, he is saying but there is a intercom connected to my bedroom, If you get into serious distress your shouts will be heard, but don't dare bother me just because you are feeling uncomfortable, you will serious regret it and be punished. I am scared now and the warm room is making me sweat, I can't move and the steel chastity belt/brief is really feeling constraining. I am so tired, my body is aching and my hooded catsuit is no longer feeling sexy, I can't stand being in it this long.

I've been wearing this gear since Friday morning and it's now early Sunday, maybe 40 hrs with only one partial shower break. My boots haven't been off my feet in all that time. I try to beg Master but he silences me by blocking the main breathing hose and the rank smell of my suit fills the mask in the partial breath I can only gasp. He releases it and I can breathe freely again but still smelling my piss and sweat.

Master now dims the lights, says sleep well and walks away. I am staring at my reflection in the mirror. A helpless rubber slave, no not slave, a rubberman, ( who the fuck am I kidding). I am tightly bound to this chair, masked, hooded locked in chastity and forced to breathe the rank air from inside my pissed in catsuit. My breathing sounding rhythmic in this gas mask, I sit here hoping for some sleep, the rest of this long miserable night ahead of me.

Chapter 5

This night is endless, I am helplessly bound in this chair. Sleep has been fitful I doze off then wake confused unable to move smelling the rubbery stink of my own sweat and piss inside this gasmask, I panic until I remember where I am and then as I see my reflection as a tightly bound rubberman in the mirror I start to get aroused and struggle against the straps holding me immobile, but my cock is unable to get hard within the constriction of my steel chastity belt/briefs and now I feel the pain and aches of being kept in this chair, the pressure on my ass of the steel locked on me.

I want to yell for help but don't dare. I can't take any additional punishment. I want out now, my sweaty catsuit is driving me crazy feeling like an itchy clammy prison but I am so horny being restrained like this. All I can do is strain my muscles against the straps and wiggle my gloved fingers inside the fist mitts, listening to the sounds of each breath in and out of the mask. I'm trapped waiting and waiting for this to end. I keep telling myself that today is the day I am getting out of here, just these last few hours until I can take off this catsuit, get cleaned up put on my camos jump on my motorcycle and go home.

But what is going to happen with this locked on chastity belt/brief? Master didn't really mail the only keys, oh fuck of course he did, the fucker is forcing me to come back here next Friday in order to get the damn things off of me. Crap, I'll be trapped in them and be unable to jerk off for a week!

At last I hear someone walking across the basement towards me, its boi still wearing his catsuit and still looking very hot. He is back in his heavy hip boots making his foot steps sound loudly as he walks up to me. Good morning rubber slave, he says, get any sleep? I'm going to feed you some breakfast now. I am so glad to see him. Please, get me out of this chair, I am really hurting. Boi shakes his head, that's not permitted. He comes close to me now and reaches a hand to the open hose of my gasmask sticking a gloved finger into it.

I panic as the only air I can suck in is now coming restrictedly thru the secondary hose from inside my suit now instantly drawn tight all over my body as I am frantically trying to breathe. Boi is laughing at my reactions and feeble attempts to struggle against my bonds. He gets a grip on my nipple and pinches it hard as he repeatedly blocks and unblocks my air hose. I am now gasping and begging him to stop, but he continues and I am desperately trying to breathe as my nipple aches from his rough grip.

Boi continues this play and I am frightened by his intensity. He says to me this is payback for what he had to go thru last night when he was left pinned to the wall for hours. Then abruptly he stops and reaching up to my head removes my gasmask pulling the secondary hose out of my suit. At last I can breathe without restriction air that's not stinking of rubbery sweat and piss. I thank him, grateful for this action.

Boi walks to the side of the room and returns holding a bowl of hot cereal and a water bottle. Holding the water to my mouth I gulp it down. Boi now begins to spoon feed me the cereal, his rubber gloved hand clenched around the handle of the spoon as he slowly shovels it thru the mouth hole of my hood. It is the first semi-solid food I have eaten in three days.

Master now walks in looking hot in rubber jeans, vest and his 20 hole rangers. He orders boi to finish up and then get a basin of hot water,a towel, soap and a razor. Master now comes up to me and says you are permitted to speak you sorry looking rubber slave, any complaints this morning? No Master thank you I reply, hesitant to ask him to release me afraid this might piss him off. Well I guess you have begun to accept your condition as my rubber slave, of course you need much more discipline, but since you have spent the night so comfortably in that bondage chair I will permit you to remain in it for a few more hours today.

Its good that you didn't complain for complaints from a slave only lead to punishment. My heart sank at his words, god I wanted out now, I can't stand this, I am miserable but I don't dare say this. I gulp out yes Master, thank you Master. Master now moves behind the chair and proceeds to unstrap and remove my posture collar. I keep thanking him.

Now he removes the lock holding the zipper sliders together on top of my hood, and unzips the hood. This feels so good after all these hours. He calls boi over with the hot water and soap and with a cloth he washes my sweaty face and head now covered with a three day stubble. He lathers me up and slowly shaves my head and face smooth.

I can almost forget the miserable state the rest of my tired and rank body is in, sealed up tight in my rubber suit and bound immobile to this chair, sore and aching. When he is finished, he kisses me gently on my mouth and he re-closes the zippers sealing me back in the hood. A wave of depression hits me, as I ask him to please leave the hood off for a while. He ignores this and he shows me a plastic tie wrap. This I will use to lock the zippers closed, you will be able to cut it off once you get home.

You will remain in your catsuit, hooded as you leave here on your motorcycle this afternoon. You will be permitted to wear your leather motorcycle jacket, but not your camo pants, and since you don't have a helmet to cover your head you will be in full view as a rubber catsuited biker all the way home, this should give your neighbors something to talk about. Now as for that chastity belt/brief you are wearing, you will be locked in it until Friday, You are to arrive here dressed exactly as you are now on your motorcycle at 6 pm. Before you leave home you will go on line and web cam me a picture of you fully geared up showing you locking your hood closed with the small combination lock that you will find in the pocket of your motorcycle jacket.

That suit is to be locked on you the entire time you are traveling back here. Do not try to contact me before you are ready to leave on Friday. You are remaining in that bondage chair for the next 6 hours with boi to keep you company, you will service his cock whenever he wishes. He has been ordered to keep you fully bound all that time, and then he will release you and take you to your motorcycle. You will not see me again today. He now snaps the cod piece in place on my suit that had been removed last night.

The remaining hours in that chair, my booted ankles, my thighs, my chest, my fist mitted hands all strapped tightly down to it were hell. The only restraint missing was the posture collar.

Sitting for hours in a fixed position my ass was killing me from the pressure of my steel chastity device. Fortunately boi was there and he told me of the intense bondage he had experienced at Master's pleasure. He made me drink plenty of water which made me piss often inside my suit which seem to delight him. We kissed often and he climbed on me and forced his rubber sheathed cock into my mouth and I sucked him off several times.

Finally it was time to release me from the chair, he helped me stand shakily, massaged the circulation back into my arms and legs, and leaning on him for support, he walked me round and around the basement until I was steady on my feet. There was an unpleasant feeling of all my night's piss inside the legs of my catsuit and down inside my rubber clad booted feet all slimy as I walked. Boi led me upstairs, handed me my motorcycle jacket and took me outside to the parked bike.

I could see that the camos and sweat shirt I had been wearing when I first arrived were now bound tightly to the handle bars with several strong plastic tie wraps. There would be no way for me to remove them now to put them on to cover my catsuit. The sun was shining and my rubbered and hooded body would be in plain sight on the ride home.

Thankfully my leather jacket masked some of my kinky gear. When I got on the machine I was forced into an upright posture by the constraint of my steel chastity belt/briefs and sitting astride the saddle was uncomfortable. Outside in the daylight I was feeling very self conscious and humiliated at the thought of my public journey home in this freaking hood. Boi put his arm around me and we kissed, our rubber squeaking at the contact.

See you next Friday he said as I started the cycle, pulled in the clutch, stomped it in gear and pulled away.