Date: Thu, 15 May 2008 14:13:05 +0200
From: Batardsm <batardsm@orange.fr>
Subject: skin fuck 11

Next came a garment that looked something like a pair of rubber chaps. The
rubber was much thicker than the rubber one piece he had already been given
to wear. He attached it around his waist first and then struggled to zip up
the legs. He had to pull hard on the thick rubber in order to close the zip
on each leg.

As each zip closed, he could feel the rubber constricting his legs, closing
and squeezing them in its unyielding embrace. This was like bondage. The
rubber acting like ropes. Tying up each part of his body in turn. As this
thought crossed his mind his dick throbbed even harder against his
rubber-covered stomach. He really was a perverted pig. He was not able to
deny it now. His dick shouted it loud. His Master smirked.

But these were not normal chaps. They also had thick rubber straps with
buckles on each leg, so that the legs could be bound together. Before this
was done to him, his Master produced what looked like motorbike boots.

"Put these on too cunt." He tried to bend his left leg to get his foot into
the left boot, but this was very difficult as he struggled against the
thick tightness of the rubber chaps.

"You trying to fuck me off cunt? You don't want to be doing that you little
piece of shit because you know who'll come off worse."

He bent over and tried to move the left boot closer to his foot. The boot
was very heavy. He then realised why. The left boot was attached to the
right boot. They were in fact bondage boots. He finally got his left foot
in place and after struggling some more got his right foot into the correct
place.

His Master quickly laced them up. Then he pulled the straps together. First
at the bridge of the foot. Then another at the ankles. Again at the middle
of the calf and the last at the top of the calf. He put a padlock on the
last strap to keep it in place. Without a key those boots were going to
stay on his slave's feet forever.

The slave grunted as he pulled tightly on the straps on the chaps, pulling
his slave's legs together; one strap beneath the kneecap, another
immediately above. Then again mid thigh and the last at the top of the
thigh and directly underneath his exposed buttocks. His slave heard the
padlock close and lock on the last strap.

Once his legs and feet were tightly bundled together, he had trouble
keeping his balance. He swayed rather dangerously from side to side as he
tried to keep from toppling over.

"Go on, fall on your face cunt. I don't care. A few black eyes and a broken
nose would make you look hornier anyway... perhaps that can be arranged
some day soon.". His Master laughed.

The slave had always been quite vain about his looks, always pleased that
he could turn a head when walking down Old Compton Street. The idea of
losing his good looks did not appeal one bit. He shuddered slightly at the
thought. He didn't say anything though, just looked at his feet, the way he
knew he should.

His master then placed his feet into a rubber body bag sort of
contraption. It was only a half a body bag, with a bib type arrangement on
the top, with straps going over his slave's shoulders. Again the zips of
the body bag were locked in place, but with the slave's cathetered dick and
balls on the outside. Similarly the pipe from his slave's arse was not
covered over but poked out through a corresponding hole in the bag. Finally
the shoulder straps were padlocked in place. Now the bottom half of his
slave was completely encased in three layers of rubber. That part of his
body did not look human. It was like some sort of rubber being from another
planet.

Only his upper half resembled a human form, but that did not last for
long. His Master produced a rubber straight jacket. The slave's mind went
wild. He had always fantasised about being placed in one of these, but he
had been afraid also. He knew that once a prisoner was in one of them there
was no escape. Even if there were no rubber covering his lower body, he
would begin to get hot. Rubber encasing his lower body also would mean that
there was almost no place that would allow the heat to escape.

His Master forced his rubber-gloved hand down into the bottom of the
sleeves and pulled the thick rubber over his shoulders. He then tightened
the straps at the back of the jacket one by one starting at the neck and
working downwards.

"Breathe in, you cunt." His Master pressed his knee into his slave's back
as he pulled hard on the middle two straps. The wind was pulled out of him,
before the straps were fixed in place.

The thick rubber of the jacket then pulled tight across his chest,
restricting its movement. He had to struggle for each breath. He started to
panic, but he knew better. That would only make it worse. He concentrated
on controlling his breathing, slowing it down and not forcing it. It still
hurt across his chest but it was bearable. Just.

Before strapping the slave's arms into place, his Master attached a leather
suspension harness to his slave. He strapped it around his slave's torso
and attached it to the body bag around his bottom half.

He then crossed his slave's arms tightly across his front. Again he used
his knee to get the straps tighter, thereby increasing the pressure on his
slave's chest. He just grunted. Finally over the top his Master placed
another rubber straightjacket but this time a jacket with no arms.

The slave now looked on what was his body. It was now just a mass of black
dirty rubber. You could hardly make out a human form. This of course was
the effect that his Master wanted. He was no longer a human being. He was
just an animal to be abused. And abused he would be. He could not even
imagine what was to happen to him.