Fetish + BDSM Fiction

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 ...

Take a Deep Breath by Hooder Fuck it, I was going to be late. I slowed the bike, peering through the dark visor at the street names – where the hell was Ermine Street? Ah! There it was. I did a swift U-turn on the main road and powered the Honda down the busy side street, looking right and left for number 25. The appointment for my dental check-up was for 2.30 (Chinese Dentist Time – I always smiled at that) and it was 2.28 already. Normally I go to a different surgery, but I’d had a letter through the post asking me to come here instead this time as the other practise was closed for buildng renovation. It had taken me half an hour to find the place. I parked the bike and locked it, then ran up the steps and in through the door. A second door faced me, with the words: “RECEPTION – PLEASE KNOCK AND ENTER” on it. I knocked and entered. To my surprise, the receptionist was male – and a hunk. No 1 crop, muscular, dark penetrating eyes, and although his long white coat was buttoned up t...