Collected by Djian
updated marts 24 - 2008
F/-, bnd, rubber/fetish, self-
Bound For Pleasure?
by Anonymos
How did I get into this predicament? That©ˆs the easy part, how am I
going to get out of it is the hard part. I©ˆll start at the beginning. I
have several loves in my life, not the usual rubbish but rubber, bondage
and surfing the net for erotic fiction containing my first two loves.
As luck would have it, I had a couple of days off work. Even more lucky
for me was I had been given a small bonus from a job I had recently
completed, so armed with my free time and several hundred pounds bonus,
I went off to London to go shopping for rubber. As usual for these all
too infrequent trips, I started and ended up at Skin Two. They had just
had what looked like a shipment of clothes and a sale of their old
stock. I was hooked, and it didn©ˆt take me long to leave their store
having spent my bonus but having two large bags of goodies.
I got onto the local bus and willed it to get home as quickly as it
could so I could try on my purchases in a more informal surrounding. As
my bad luck would have it my mobile rang, it was the agency. An evening
locum had turned up and it was close to my home. Now, evening work pays
very well in the medical profession, so I had to very reluctantly take
the locum. Of course, my thoughts were with the contents of my bags. I
had hoped to go straight home and get into to them and, but now I
couldn©ˆt.
I arrived at the Chemist shop where I was to locum, signed on and
started earning money. Five hours, twenty pounds an hour before tax. I
reassured myself that come ten o©ˆclock, I would have earned enough money
for a weeks rent or a months food or one of those tight red hobble
skirts that Skin Two had just got it. Obviously, my mind was on my job
-not.
Finally, ten o©ˆclock came. My cab arrived to take me home and I shut up
the shop and left for home. As much as I tried to excite myself in the
back of the cab, I knew I was just too tired for any rubber fun when I
got home. I would just have to wait for tomorrow, when I could spend the
whole of my day off in rubber. I could get dressed from head to toe in
that glorious latex and then maybe dust the house or take a shower or
just sit around and feel sexy all day long.
The cab pulled up outside my house and I was startled back into real
life. I signed the chit for the cabby and let myself in. I turned on the
lights and fiddled with the heating thermostat. I stood in the hallway
and thought about how nice it would be to have my own little rubberslave
to greet me when I got in late. Maybe one of those Chippendales but in a
nice short maid©ˆs dress with stockings that would show off all of his
leg muscles, and a little feather duster.
I came out of my daydream, my Chippendale maid disappeared. I had
checked the ansafone for messages, I suppose that I ought to check the
computer for e-mail. I trudged up stairs and turned the PC on. Within
minutes I had logged onto the web and as luck would have it, I had been
sent some mail. A couple of them were boring notes from girl friends,
they all seemed to be having men trouble. The last one was a story from
a latex friend of mine. I started to read and almost instantly found
myself getting very turned on.
The story was of a women whose husband showered her with rubberwear,
lucky cow. She liked to dress up while he was away too. One day she tied
herself up and her daughter found her, so they both had a go. The story
wasn©ˆt great it was just the way the woman dressed and what she did to
herself. It just sounded so devine, so right, so kinky, so I had to try
it.
I went into my bedroom and pulled the duvet off the bed. Quickly, I
fitted the latex sheet. Its black sheen glimmering in the light. Next, I
went through the wardrobe and pulled out the things I required.
First up were the briefs. In the story the woman wore one with a pump up
dildo. That seemed to be a bit tame, every woman knows that a pump up
dildo and a butt plug make a far better combination, so that©ˆs what I
went for. I pulled the briefs up into place, with a strange sense of
excitement - doing something for real that had probably been someone
else©ˆs fiction. The briefs gave me a feeling of satisfaction, it was
nice to have something inside me.
Next in the story was a catsuit. I reached into my bag of shopping and
pulled out my new catsuit. It looked wonderful, it was just asking to be
worn. Instinctively I put my foot into the rubber foot of the leg and
started to work it over mine. In no time both my pink feet had been
replaced with black shiny ones. I spent a little time smoothing out the
creases in the rubber before working the suit up my legs. As the suit
got higher I worked the pump for the dildo through the zip. Once I had
got the suit up to my waist, I stopped and looked at my legs. I saw two
beautiful black rubber legs, I started to rub them but realised that I
should really carry on. I picked up a pair of short rubber gloves and
put them on. Now, my hands looked like my feet, beautifully covered in
shiny blackness.
I cast my mind back to the story. The woman had a mask with a blow-up
gag, no problem so did I. I reached into the wardrobe and pulled it out.
I forced my head into it and started working the zip down over the back
of my head. I felt intoxicated with the wonderfully sweet smell of the
latex. As the zip came to a rest at the end of the hood, I felt the
wonderful sensation of having my head enclosed and cradled in rubber. I
pulled the catsuit up over my shoulders and finding the zip started to
pull it up my back. As the zip came up my back I could feel each part of
my chest being enclosed with my new black second skin, the feeling was
absolutely devine. Eventually, the zip came to a rest and I knew that I
was completely enclosed in rubber.
I felt I just had to stop and look at myself. I turned to the bedroom
mirror. If I had not been wearing the gag I would have let out a little
gasp at the sight I saw. I don©ˆt know what it is about dressing in
rubber, but every time I see myself covered in this wonderful material,
I just get so emotional. Something seems to well up inside me. It©ˆs such
a lovely feeling. I stood looking at myself for a couple of minutes,
feeling myself through rubber, until I decided that I should get back to
the task in hand.
Departing from the original story line again, I reached into my bag and
pulled out a posture collar. I sat on the end of the bed and started to
lace it around my neck. Not too tight, but obviously not too loose
either. I pulled out the boots I had just brought and decided that I
should wear them too. They weren©ˆt really outrageous, just little 5 inch
heeled boots with padlocks, so you could lock yourself into them. I saw
them ages ago in a magazine. The idea of being locked into your footwear
had always struck me as being impossibly devine, but I had never managed
to find any, until now.
I started strutting around the bed, my padlocks were making little
clanking noises with each step I took, mmmh how dreamy.
I read the rest of the story to determine how the woman in it tied
herself up and then went back to my bedroom to finish off. I picked up a
pair of ankle cuffs and a matching pair of wrist cuff and put them on.
The story had the woman wearing a blindfold over her hood, who was I to
argue. I turned the bedroom light off and got onto the bed and into a
kneeling position.
This was it, I could feel the adrenaline really start to build inside
me. I put the blindfold over my eyes and tightened the strap behind my
head. I reached behind me to my ankles and guided the snap fastening
from one ankle cuff into the d-ring of the other. I heard the metal on
metal sound of fastening shut. I pulled my legs apart, but was stopped
instantly by the restraint, obviously my ankles were now connected. I
felt my heart skip a beat as I became aware of this.
I moved the pump attachment of the briefs so that it was held in place
by the ankle cuffs, I knew that once I had finished this I probably
would be able to reach around for anything, so I had to get things right
now.
I took hold of my mouth pump and started to inflate the gag. What a
wonderful sensation, I could feel the rubber expanding in my mouth. It
felt like it was going to fill every nook and cranny. I decided to stop
when I started to feel the gag pushing my jaw open, didn©ˆt want to over
do it.
This was it, I put my arms behind my back and felt for the fastening of
my right cuff with my left hand. Once I had found it I opened it and
forced it on to the d-ring of the ankle cuffs. There was a reassuring
snap, I moved my right arm. It wouldn©ˆt move, a tremendous sense of
excitement ran throw me. I moved my free left hand to where my right
hand was. It was easy to pickup the fastening, but after a few goes I
did it. I forced the snap fastening open with my thumb, and tried to
blindly guide it to the d-ring. It was going to be tight, but I managed
to arch my back and reduced the distance by just enough to hear the snap
of the fastening go into place.
I now knew I was immobile, completely trapped but still in a kneeling
position. I reached for the dildo pump and found it first time. With a
real sense of excitement I started pumping and pumping and pumping. I
was being completely filled by this thing, It was just so wonderful, I
couldn't stop, couldn©ˆt get enough. All too quickly I felt this huge orgasm
rip through me, it was like nothing I had had before, just enormous.
Just as it died away, another one shot through me like some kind of
after shock. I was snorting hard, the gag stopped my from using my mouth
silencing all of my moans of joy.
The excitement of my situation and the strength of my orgasms had taken
a toll on me, my tiredness came back so quickly. I rolled over onto my
side and in no time I was asleep, a deep sleep dreaming entirely in
rubber.
End
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