Fetish + BDSM Fiction

The debt collector was at the door. Lee knew he was about to meet someone nasty. He'd borrowed a lot of money and sat in the bookies feeding the machines and losing it. He was a pretty average, straight lad - looked after himself playing footie with his mates. Enjoyed a few pints down the local and was a bit of a geezer. His day job was working in admin in a local insurance office - a bit dull but it brought the money in - just not enough to feed his need for excitement. He looked pretty sharp in his all black, slim suit, white shirt, thin tie and square toed side-zip ankle boots. His usual gear out of the office was another uniform - trakies, footie top, hoodie, cap and white Reebok classics. He was good looking - clear blue eyes, a crew cut, good teeth and one ear pierced with a bling stud earring. He liked his jewellery - a silver necklace and bracelet completed the look along with lots of Linx deoderant. An average lad well liked by his mates and with a girl friend. The door ...

by smallcreep Part 1 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...