Saturday, March 19, 2011

Bondage Story: I'm Curious Yellow

My Fellow Inmates,

Writing a fictional account of one of your own parties is really egotistical... Unless it's a personal wish for ones self or suggestion of what could happen to another...

It seems there has been a bit of a theme today... Let's continue shall we...

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I had hounded him online for a while. I had sent five or six messages over the years, never to any response. Every time I emailed I told him more and more about myself, about my dreams, fantasies and wants...

I had no idea if he ever read them, but I was determined to try, to not give up.

There must had been something about this last message I had sent him though, perhaps it was the picture of me in full rubber under full lock and key that did it, but this time I got a response.

He invited me to come over for a party he was having that Saturday, and he asked me to come early so he could make sure I was properly attired.

When I arrived I was greeted at the door by a rubber puppy, Rottie, he was fully geared up, and by the bulge he was sporting, quite enjoying himself.

He had me kick my shoes off, then he took me downstairs to meet Asylum.

Upon entering the playroom I was met my a husky mid 30ish man sporting a high and tight "Hey There Mike!" he said as he hugged me close. "We get a lot of messages, and it tends to be the persistent ones that catch my attention, and that seems to be a description that fits you well."

I just smiled and blushed.

"So," he said as he motioned towards the gear hanging on the walls. "Let's get you rubbered up for the party, see anything that catches your fancy?"

I did not even have to think about the answer to that question, for I had seen all the pictures online, and I know what I wanted to feel the grips of...

My attention was riveted on the Aquala Bondage Suit...

Asylum laughed, "The person that ends up in there will have a special job this evening..."

He kept going on, but I didn't hear him, I just had to feel it. The fantastic grey rubber with the black strapping was just amazing, it had D-rings everywhere, and a straightjacket built in to it.

This suit was first dreamed about in the story he wrote called Carpe Noctem, then he made it. Asylum had a habit of doing things like that, as the LeatherPanther from his MurrCon stories was being produced as we spoke...

"...so then are you positive about this?" his said as he laid a hand on my shoulder. I realized that I hadn't heard a damn word he had said but it didn't matter, I wanted in that suit.

I nodded sheepishly which caused him to smile. He told me to strip as he removed the heavy mass of rubber from the wall.

The interior was ice cold as it slid up my legs, and the thick booties were a bit hard to stand in as we attempted to organize the piece.

As my arms slid down the sleeves they found gloves that were buried deep under the padded mitts of the straightjacket arms on the suit.

Asylum pulled the top of the drysuit over my head causing the hood to slide easily in to place. He began doing up the straps with the expertise of a man that had done this 100 times before, and before I knew it, I was all strapped in.

"Comfy?" He asked as he pulled me over to a corner of the room and had me kneel in an area where the floor was covered with towels.

My dick was pressing against the confines of the thick rubber suit, and my breathing was labored. I was in a happy place and didn't want this to end any time soon.

He then began locking chain after chain between the suit and d-rings set in the wall. With each additional chain, and the click of every lock, more of my mobility was taken away.

Once he was don he disappeared behind me. I was unable to turn to see what he was doing, but knowing his reputation he was probably up to no good.

Perhaps I should have been listening when he was talking.

Just then a rubber hood was slid over my head as I felt a gag slip in to my mouth, and as it was zipped shut, locked, and the lacing done up, drawing the hood tighter and tighter, a subtle acrid flavor dripped on to my tongue...

It was an odd slightly off-putting flavor, I was not able to place it, until asylum unsnapped the blindfold from the hood and I got a good look at the large metal funnel attached to my head...

Oh god no!

I freaked, and thrashed... Only to find that the suit and chains were stronger than I. Asylum just stood back and waited until I wore myself out.

"Relax, you will have fun," he said as he strapped a head harness on me and locked that to the wall as well. I was now fully out of control of this situation. "By morning you won't be objecting anymore, and who knows, you may enjoy it."

I whimpered and pleaded the best I could behind the gag and hood...

He just patted me on the head, "The firsts guests should be here within the hour, until then enjoy the residual flavor of the last party as a taste of what's to come."

With that they left the room and closed the door...

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With that visiting time is over

Whatever you do, don't scream too loud as others are trying to sleep.

~Rubberasylum

6 comments:

  1. Good story - mixed feelings. Part of me says "hmmmm????" - other part says "oh my god!!!Nooooooo" (note to self - be VERY careful about accepting any invitations - read the fine print first)

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  2. Thank you all... this was written quickly on my phone, so It had lots of mistakes... It is now updated and hopefully a bit more readable...

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  3. VERY Horny! Always been a fantasy of mine, but could I cope in reality? Only one way to find out, anyone up for it?

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  4. so what happens next?

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