Fetish + BDSM Fiction

I had been waiting for weeks for the time to indulge in my favourite activity. Self Bondage. My roommate had taken a week off work and had gone away to Hawaii, leaving the apartment for the week to me and me alone. I was well prepared for my first night of freedom and unbeknownst to my roommate I had also taken the week off. I had a whole week ahead of me of rubber and self bondage. I had visited my favourite toy shop about a month ago and had hidden the toys for my week of fun under my bed. It was time to bring them out. I pulled the suitcase out from under my bed and opened it. Inside the case was a perfectly new, custom made. heavy rubber shoulder entry catsuit with a heavy hood. The smell of new rubber wafted up from the case and I began to go hard. This was going to be fun, or so I thought, but I would soon find out that things were going to go horribly wrong. I began to strip off my clothes. First the 3 piece suit came off, then my shirt and tie until I was only left in my un...

Fable Part One by an author who wishes to remain anonymous The smell of rubber was overpowering, and as Tom descended the stairway into the basement, the sensual odour grew stronger until it's assault on his senses made his rampant cock so desperate to escape the confines of his jeans that the last few steps of his descent were decidedly uncomfortable. It was not only the strong smell of rubber that affected Tom, but also anticipation of what he knew was awaiting him during the next forty-eight hours. Tom had visited the house many times before, but this was the first occasion on which he had been bidden to the basement. It had all begun six months previously when a privately circulated highly specialist gay contact publication carried an advertisement which leapt from the page before Tom's eyes. Attractive, educated Rubber-dominant, 42, seeks Rubber-submissives. The advertiser is widely experienced, has a medical background, and has devised what he believes to be a s...