Fetish + BDSM Fiction

The car came to a halt by the security gatehouse. The tinted glass of the driver’s window slid smoothly downwards. From the gatehouse a guard in a black leather uniform emerged and approached the driver. After a brief exchange of words he nodded to a colleague still in the gatehouse and the high black metal gates began to part. Rick had not heard of the Human Response Laboratories before Mr. Hunter had asked him to book a meeting with them. However, they seemed to be expecting his call and a date and time were readily agreed. He had been slightly surprised to be asked to accompany Dave to the meeting and the forty minute car journey had passed in a series of awkward silences punctuated only by Dave’s desultory conversation with Max, his bodyguard and driver. It was something of a relief to leave the car and walk with the two men towards the large doors of the main entrance to HRL. Inside the building they were greeted by another security guard manning a reception desk. He also wore a u...

By smallcreep I followed Alan down the steps into the dungeon. We both wore jeans and t-shirts and I began to feel nervous as I saw the various rubber suits and restraints hanging from the walls, and the cage and sling and rubber bed in the semi-darkness of the room. “This is where you’ll live for the next month or so - or however long it takes me to train you as my rubberman” he said slowly and deliberately. I was beginning to have misgivings. Should I have really signed that piece of paper that gave him complete control over my body and mind? Would there be any way of going back on it if things became too hard? “Take off your clothes” he said. I pulled off the t-shirt and jeans and sneakers and he put them in a cardboard box. “You won’t be needing them for a long, long time” he said with a grin, “so I’ll keep them for you.” I could tell from that grin that he was getting off on the power I’d given him. I’d always begged him to completely strip me of my identity and to make me serve h...