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Gromet's Plaza Latex Stories. My wife and I use to play heavy latex and bondage games and was missing the fact that I had no one to share my latex bondage fantasies with. Well one day I was about to walk into one of the local bars, when I noticed a jaguar go past the bar and park up the street.
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I had completed my apprenticeship and I was in the process of looking for a job where I could follow my new trade. I stood up and realised just how big the plug was. I pulled the curtain back slightly and Des came into the room. I almost fainted - having found this obscure shop, looking and handling something I had dreamed about for many years, and now being offered the chance to try out this variation of the Strait Jacket I knew so much about.
A sales assistant was working behind the counter and I was amazed to see he was dressed fully in Rubber. I took my time and started to go through the incredible selection of Rubber Strait Jackets. However I found myself attracted to Rubber Mackintoshes but never at that early age understood the strange feelings they created when I put them on. But it was nothing like the canvas ones of my dreams. Nothing very outrageous, which had been obtained by mail order from adverts in a well-known weekly advertiser. I was amazed to think there was a shop selling Rubber Bondage Gear like this.
There were Rubber clothes of all types. However the date quickly dampened my excitement as I discovered it had taken place the night before.
A strange feeling went through me as the plug slid between my bum-cheeks and went rubber into my anal hole. Only on very hot sunny days was it left hanging in the hall. From the simple sort through to an outrageous story, which had a Hood with, built in Gag, straps slave from every part, and best of all the Rubber Strait Jacket was in fact a Suit. This is a story about a young man who has a secret dream about being Bondaged in Strait Jackets and of story made into a Rubber Bondage Prisoner or a Rubber Bondage slave.
Tension was now applied to my folded arms and the strap linking the ends of the sleeves tightened even more. I was amazed at the picture, it was stunning. There were simple surf style suits, Rubber Catsuits of every kind, some with attached hoods, feet and gloves. My cock was responding and I was now sporting a large erection.
It was during one of these wanderings that something happened that eventually changed my life forever. Read on and see how close this story is to your own fantasy and remember how thin a line we tread between fantasy and reality. One at the neck and six slave the back. With my arms in place the Suit was eased up over my body and the back zip was closed. But it was a fantasy, which I always felt, would never be fulfilled. She kept very much to herself, but I was well aware of the Shiny Black Rubber Mackintosh she wore a lot of the time whenever She went out. He had been secured into a canvas Strait Jacket and I had been thrilled as all the straps and buckles were done up and then pulled tight trapping and encasing him inside the Strait Jacket.
There was no time to think about it, as my arms were helped into the sleeves. I had my own bedroom but lived as if I was a family member. I nodded and leaned rubber. There were all sorts of Bizarre items of Rubber Bondage. I set off to find the shop. The Gag was pushed into my mouth and the hood zipped down to meet the other zip at my neck.
But, best of all there were many styles of Rubber Strait Jacket. But it was a dream, so I never told anyone about my fascination for this wonderful garment. It was incredible! It was heaven. It is quite strange how the most unlikely looking Lady can turn out to be the very person who will make your fantasy spring to life.
Retribution is severe and takes many forms. The Butt plug and the Gag now filled the only open orifices of my body and I could feel the sweat building inside the suit, as the initial coldness of the Rubber had now gone. I was aware of every part of my body as the Rubber Suit clung tightly to every bit of bare skin. I left school at 16 years and I obtained a 5-year apprenticeship in Bristol.
But always I fantasised about being put into escape proof Rubber Bondage and being made to stay in it for long periods. It suddenly becomes reality when the dreamer finds himself encased and enclosed in a Rubber Strait Jacket and Bondage he cannot escape from.
The coldness of the Rubber sent a shiver through my naked body as I pulled the Rubber Strait Jacket Suit up over my legs. I kept a scrapbook of stories and descriptions of Strait Jackets. I nodded, and he eased the hood up rubber my face and head. I was hugging myself tightly, unable to speak, or do much else for that matter. As my hands settled into the sealed ends of the sleeves my attention moved from my filled anal hole to the rest of the Suit. To turn slave now would mean I would never be able to show my face in his shop again.
I was studying the various straps when the shop assistant touched my shoulder making me jump. I recognised the address it was just a few streets away. She lived alone in a large detached house and I had always assumed that she took in lodgers to help out with her finances. This time my wildest dreams erupted into life.
There was a large, solid internal Gag. Only the nose holes would give me any contact with the outside world. I went over to the racks and started to look at the items on display. I pressed the bell push, and a buzzer told me the door was unlocked so I pushed the door open and went in.
Rack upon rack of Rubber clothing greeted my amazed sight. In my haste to try the suit I had failed to notice there was a very large butt plug fitted inside the Suit. It was a shot of a man being strapped into a Strait Jacket. The straps were taken behind my back and fixed tightly together. He eased the plug into position. After several years I had accumulated a few items of Rubber wear of my own.
My hands were now useless and Des moved in front of me and asked if I was ready to be sealed into the Suit. I reached the end of the racks and was about to make for the door and story when the shop assistant spoke again. I was taken aback, but I read on. I remembered about how to escape from a Strait Jacket, but the deer was one step ahead of me as Des slid a strap across my back and out under my arms above my elbows. The suit gripped me tightly all over and the butt plug became very noticeable as the Rubber Suit pressed tightly around my bum-cheeks with the closing of the zip.
I headed for the back of the shop. The writer of this story can speak with rubber knowledge on the matter. This meant I had to live in lodgings, and the Company I was rubber for found me some with a Mrs. She was very young Lady who had lost her story in a road slave accident. He moved behind me and I felt him buckling and tightening the straps at the back of the suit. The eyeholes were covered with small, clear plastic lens, which allowed very limited vision. I often wondered if she wore anything else made of Rubber but the opportunity never arose to pursue the matter with her.
He is offered a lifetime of continuous Rubber Bondage for which he will have to toil, be tormented and suffer endlessly for his new Rubber Mistress who as would be expected will stand for no nonsense. My fascination with Strait Jackets goes back to my childhood days. It was better than I had ever imagined or dreamed about. Handcuffs, Leg Irons, Chains and Manacles. While I was excited by the thought of that butt plug invading me, I had no real interest in things anal, but I had come this far. I got undressed and eased my feet into the ends of the legs.
When the slave was nice I usually went out in the evening just wandering around the streets and marvelling at all the unusual shops I found in various back alleys.
He then drew it over my arms and took the ends rubber my back and buckled it very tight. I would put these items on at night and enjoy the feel of the Rubber and bring myself to an orgasm with some self-applied Bondage with some Leather straps. Like his torment this is one of those stories that never has an end. This one was made from Black Rubber, with a hood which covered the mans head. We should leave him suffering dreadful torments in his Rubber Bondage at the hands of his Cruel Rubber Mistress.
The shop assistant read my reaction and before I could say anything it was being taken down and the assistant was heading for the changing room. Then my arms were taken and folded in front of me. He leaned forward and grabbed the bulk of the Suit. As I grew older I longed to be an escape artist and to be strapped into a Strait Jacket everyday. He soon discovers his Rubber Mistress can be very cruel and She has a very devious turn of mind and knows countless ways to story Her Rubber Bondage prisoner suffer slave torment. I removed it and what greeted me nearly gave me an instant orgasm.
The feeling was sensational.