I took the suit from him and when he closed the door I started to push my legs into it. “Here you put this on and I will get into an outfit of my own.” He sprinkled some talc into the suit and handed it to me. I was incredibly aroused by the thought of wearing this suit, as I had always wanted to try some rubber on but had never had the opportunity.
KIDNAPPED MAN BDSM ZIP
There was a zip at the crotch that led around to the lower back of the suit which I assumed would allow him access to my cock. He opened the closet door and pulled out a rubber catsuit, with shoulder entry zips and feet, gloves and a very formidable looking hood attached to it attached. He had opened the door to the room and led me inside and told me to strip. He was right this was the ride of my life, maybe the last I may ever have as I lay in the darkness unsure of where I was headed. “Fantastic! You are in for the ride of your life.” “Paul, I was wondering if you would indulge me a little and allow me to give you a sexual experience that will take you to a place you have never been? I have an outfit that I think you will look amazing in and I am sure you will really appreciate it. As we climbed the stairs of his incredible house to what I thought was his bedroom my excitement was increasing. We talked and drank and then he invited me back to his place. As I lay here in complete darkness strapped into unyielding black rubber I was now reassessing that thought. If you intend to ply me with some of that champagne I’m more than happy for you to take a seat.” I saw you sitting over here by yourself and was wondering if I could join you?” I had to talk to him so I went to the bar and bought a bottle of Moet, asked for two glasses and headed over to his table. His body was amazing and the black rubber jeans he wore left little to the imagination. Blond hair and the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen.
He was absolutely beautiful! I wandered into the bar that night purely by chance, and there he was sitting up the back. All I could do was wait and think about how stupid I had been to have placed myself in this situation. I tried to yell for help, surely someone would hear me and come to my aid but the formidable gag that had been strapped onto me would not allow much sound to escape from my throat. The rubber was unforgiving, I could strain against it all I liked but it just pulled me back into my helpless position. I struggled against the straitjacket but it felt like my struggles just made it tighter.
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