Fetish + BDSM Fiction

by FrgLee Part 9 We played some more that afternoon,mainly dressing up stuff and took a few hundred photographs ...I was surprised to discover the session in the pit had been recorded by 3 different cameras and it would be edited later down to around 30 minutes.In the meantime I was given some 30 stills from it added to the first selection on a disc that I took back to 'Y's apartment that evening. I was invited to have dinner with Toshiro which I thought a great honor and we were taken by a taxi to a nearby hotel where we had a western meal,in my honor I guess,but Toshiro quite enjoyed his meal of medium chargrilled steak and potatoes.The restuarant was at the top of the hotel and the lights of the huge city spread off into the distance around the bay.Toshiro worked for a banking corporation,in quite a senior managerial role,senior enough to take days off when he wanted to,he laughed! The rubber and gas fetish had come from a childhood blighted by a bad road accident with repe...

By FRGLEE Part 1: Domesticity Like it always does for the working stiffs, Monday morning cruelly rolled round yet again. Peter,sleeping in his rubbers and waders,woke to the 0730 alarm reminding him he was on the 0900 shift at work. He could hear the rain pissing down the windows outside so he knew he was up for a busy day down below in the storm water conduits. Refusing to get up immediately,Peter revelled in his rubber sheets and had a lovely long leisurely piss directly into his neoprene codpiece,which overflowed into the rubber sheets of his bed. The wet warmth was so relaxing and as he slid around in a personal cesspit of his own making,his dick got hard and he popped it out of his codpiece. Clicking the button on the bench by the bed and a small flatscreen monitor suddenly brightened revealing an infra red image of Jan in the alcove in the prep room,locked behind the heavy metal sliding door. The lad had been locked into the Gas Masturbation Chair for some 10 hours by this time,a...