Shinymacintosh
Gift PremiumKINKY SWITCH FETISH LOVER. If your desire is to be PUNISHED or PLEASURED by me wearing PVC, rubber and leather cat suits and mackintosh's, long thigh boots and rubber gloves, shiny tights, panties, collars, hoods, gags or anything unusual. PUNISHED. Your wrists are manacled together, either in front, behind or to a neck collar. You are blind folded and ball gagged and your naked backside is thrashed by my black leather studded paddle and you are milked and your cum is wiped over your face. PLEASURED. Sit on a chair whilst I kneel in front of you slowly bringing you to orgasm with my hands and mouth or lay naked on a bed whilst I insert your favourite toys. Just ask and your fantasies could cum true. Wet and messy. Love to have fully clothed shiny fun with others. Looking for anyone with a cock, Bi male / Bi couple / single / Married cross dressers /TV's, you don't have to be convincing, just that you wear women’s clothes. Latex, PVC and rubber, thigh boots, rubber boots, waders, plastic rainmacs, SBR coats most definitely welcome. I love cum on clothes and getting a good facial, get in touch and give me a spraying. Love sucking to completion, taking full facials. kissing, bukkake, bondage, and much much more. If you need some good interesting and erotic photos of yourself let me know.
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Saturday, February 13, 2016, 11:40:08 AM- I have a fetish for PVC nylon and rubber tightly belted mackintoshes 19 | ||
It seemed strange travelling back home without Jenzi. I just hoped it all was going to work out for her. Fine drizzle welcomed me back and I had the urge to visit the dogging place again after the sophistication of the Covent Garden club. I wore my blue and yellow PVC mac given to me by the guy in the allotment shed a few months earlier. I wandered around for a while not seeing a anyone then, disappearing into the shelter of the trees I saw someone wearing an ex-military, long, hooded cape, shining wonderfully in the wet. I followed him a short way until he realised my presence. He stopped in front of a sawn off tree stump and turned towards me. He slowly lifted up the cape to reveal black rubber waders and as the cape was drawn higher I saw he was totally naked under the cape. Sit on the tree stump he ordered. He lowered the cape over me and his cock hit me in the face. I took it fully into my mouth and worked on it. Then I heard voices. I struggled out from under the cape and saw two other figures all dressed in the same way. Shining hooded capes in the drizzle. They held my arms and marched me through the woods to a small very muddy pond. Two walked carefully into the squelching mud and rolled about touching each other, as their capes became stuck to their bodies with mud and water. The guy left holding on to me began to wank himself staring at the sight of his friends playing with each other in the mud. I think it became too much for him as he let go of my arm and waded into the mud to join his friends. They stood together soaking wet and muddy playing with each other cocks. I quickly moved away from them and returned to the relative safety of the dogging area. How were they going to get home covered in rain and mud and explain themselves? I wandered around hoping to meet some lonely person who only wanted a little sexual gratification. It wasn’t long before I saw a guy stood against a tree moving his hands across his crutch in an inviting sort of way. I smiled at him and touched his crutch. He sighed and let me open his zipper and pulled out his cock. I wanked him a bit then he opened my blue and yellow PVC mac and found my erect cock waiting for him. He dropped to his knees and sucked me hard. I held his head tightly to me so he had to gasp for breath as well as suck. I finally came into his mouth and he swallowed all I gave him. Oh thank you for that he said as he zipped himself up. Don’t you want to cum I asked. Next time maybe, he said rushing away. I felt good so decided to wander back home. As I came close to the end of the dogging area I saw a window cleaners van with his poles attached to the roof. The three guys with the thigh high waders and hooded capes were there. One had opened the back of the van and pulled out a hose pipe. They spotted me and said come on kinky, clean us up. I did and at full pressure I hosed each one down noisily spraying front and back and spent quite a long time hosing there crutches. They pulled off the soaking wet capes and waders and stood naked before me. I adjusted the spray nozzle to fine spray and finished them off. One guy still managed to have an erection so I wanked him off then sprayed his cum away. They were shivering and collected there towels and clothes from the van. I left wondering what it was all about and should I try it one day just in case I was missing out on something new. There is always something new and exciting to learn. I arrived home still thinking of the muddy encounter, took of my clothes and took a hot shower. I pointed the shower nozzle at my cock and watched myself grow. I didn’t touch myself at all. I adjusted the shower head to pressure power and aimed it directly at my balls. They ached with the pleasurable pain. I couldn’t help myself, I wanked myself off, still pointing the shower head at my balls. I came quickly and showered my cum down the plug hole. Drying myself I thought how different it was getting into my normal bed instead of James’s black rubber sleeping bag. I was starting to wish for that deliciously hot and sweaty experience already. I put on my silver rubber kimono instead and went to bed and enjoyed a rich deep sleep. | ||
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Monday, February 8, 2016, 11:27:07 AM- I have a fetish for PVC nylon and rubber tightly belted mackintoshes 18 | ||
Jenzi and I arrived at James’s apartment as arranged. We had a drink and James explained that Jenzi would be staying with Mike, the club owner that night. Did you bring your PVC mac, skirt and boots with you? We have some lovely people who just love that sort of gear. Mike arrived and after a while took Jenzi to his club. James and I were on our own and it wasn’t long before he made a move for me. He squeezed my nipples and balls hard until I gasped. Let’s see how Jenzi gets on tonight at the club. We had another drink then I changed into my black PVC jump suit and boots and James reappeared from his bedroom with brown rubber jeans and a matching rubber t-shirt. We walked round to the club and found it was pretty busy with lovely pervy people. I spotted Jenzi in her blonde wig, Mac, skirt and boots plus a blindfold. She was tied to the same column as I had been on my first visit. The club guests were passing by her and gently caressing, teasing and fondling her. All first time people are put against the column so the members can inspect so to speak, said James. Then it can go either way. I watched and remembered how it felt not so long ago when I was tied to the column. I really enjoyed the experience and would have quite happily exchanged places with Jenzi. James placed his hand on my thigh, he suspected what I was thinking. Plenty of time for fun later, he said. I could see that Jenzi was really enjoying the experience. I saw Mike rush over to a rather fattish guy and brought him over to Jenzi. His hands moved slowly down from her nipples to her bulging crutch, rubbing and squeezing gently then kissing her on her cheeks and eventually on her lips. His tongue seemed to be inside her for ages. The fat guy spoke to Mike and Jenzi was released from the column and led with her hands bound, to a private room. Mike came across to James and whispered that a contract could be in order. I didn’t know what that meant. James and Mike left me and went to Mike’s office to discuss matters. I sat alone watching the entire erotic goings on, longing for some attention. James returned to me, almost crushed my balls and taking my hand led me to another private room. Just watch this he said opening a concealed two way window. Jenzi was standing in the room still with her PVC mac and skirt and the blindfold. The fat guy had taken off his clothes and fondled Jenzi gently. So far I couldn’t see an erection. He lifted her PVC skirt and began to suck and lick eventually he moved himself around and began to rim Jenzi’s soft bottom. We couldn’t hear anything but from the look on Jenzi’s face she was enjoying what was happening to her. The fat guy turned her around and took all of Jenzi’s cum over his face. I saw he still didn’t have an erection. Mike entered the room with a towel. The fat guy cleaned his face smiling and looking at Jenzi, dressed and went out with Mike. Jenzi dropped to her knees and lay down on the floor not knowing what was going to happen next. I looked at James and said what’s going on? Don’t worry he said. The fat guy is called Jorge, from Portugal, he is one of our more wealthier clients. We always try to find him someone he wants to play with. I think in the next half hour Mike will tell me that he has signed a contract with us for Jenzi for one month minimum. He will pay all expenses, food drink travel, clothing etc for Jenzi and we will have our commission also. Wow I said. What will Jenzi get? £200 a day is normal. The difference between her and you is that you have your computer work which you have to do and Jenzi from what you told me has nothing. So I have arranged this meeting with Jorge and if all goes well we all win. I saw Jenzi a couple of hours later just to say goodbye. She seemed very happy left with Jorge but I was worried for her as I didn’t know Jorge nor did I know that James and Mike did this kind of contract work. As the club closed for the evening we went back to James’s apartment. I was placed in my black rubber sleep sack for the night when I heard Mike coming into the room. That was a good job tonight. He has really fallen for Jenzi. I have the cheque and will cash it in tomorrow. I heard a sharp intake of breath as one of them cracked a leather whip across the others back a few times and then the sound of one of them having an orgasm. Their forceful erotic sounds made me very excited and when I could hear no more sounds from their room, I wanked myself quietly to sleep. Morning came and I heard to sound of someone going to the shower room. It was Mike, I could see his back had several red lash marks, so it was he who was on the receiving end on last night celebrations. James and I had a good day together wandering around town, and then we went to the club again. The club was full of lovely pervy people. I was dressed in Toni’s leather jacket and skirt, PVC bra and boots and James was in rubber again this time purple jeans and shirt. I saw immediately Jorge the Portuguese guy but no sign of a black PVC mac and Jenzi. Only a girl in a full length sequined dress, long black leather gloves and long blonde over the shoulder hair. She turned to stare at me and smiled. It was Jenzi!! You look absolutely fantastic. What happened? Are you alright? Any problems? Tell me everything! It’s like a dream she said. We went back to his apartment. He told me a lot about himself including his lack of erections but he said that if I worked on him one day he might. Today we went out and bought loads of lovely sexy clothes, boots and wigs and here I am. Voila!! So I suppose you are not coming home with me tomorrow? I asked. I have nothing to lose have I? And I am getting some pocket money as well. The night went on and Jenzi was just one happy person. I was introduced to Jorge who seemed a very nice business man who told me they were both going back to Lisbon for a couple of weeks for work. James pulled me into a private room and placed his hand up my skirt. I gasped. I unzipped and lowered his shiny purple rubber jeans and took him fully into my mouth squeezing his balls hard. I want to whip your back. I said. He carefully opened his shirt and handed me a whip from the wall. Tie me to the wooden cross, he said. I fastened his wrists and ankles to the wooden cross with velcro then as an afterthought I pushed rubber gag into his mouth. I lashed him eighteen times from light to heavy before pushing a dildo inside him and wanking him powerfully until he came. That was a thank you from me to you for helping Jenzi out of the rut she was in. I told him. I took off his restraints and helped him back into his delicious purple rubber outfit. Let’s hope the relationship with Jorge and Jenzi lasts longer than the month he’s paid for. What happens if it doesn’t? I asked. Then Jenzi can come back here to the club and maybe meet someone else or meets someone from outside the club or simply goes back home. As for you, you are welcome down here anytime. Just let me know so I can have a gift ready for you. We returned to his flat, I entered my rubber sleep sack. James zipped it up tight to the neck then pushed himself into my mouth as a good night gesture and came hot and forceful. He stripped off the purple rubber shirt and jeans. Here is your gift for this time. he said, laying them down on the settee for me to take home the next day. | ||
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Thursday, February 4, 2016, 11:23:59 AM- I have a fetish for PVC nylon and rubber tightly belted mackintoshes 17 | ||
After three days I received a desperate telephone call from Jenzi. I don’t think I can stand this any longer she said. One of her girlfriends has moved in. They seem to be at it all the time which is okay I suppose but not in my face and you will never guess what I have to wear when I am told to bring something or other. One of those pale blue nylon pinafore dresses you see old ladies wearing when they are cleaning up the home and a pair of yellow rubber gloves. At least make me wear something sexy. I can agree with that I said. A maid’s outfit would be sexier. Maybe she is trying to tell you something!! I don’t think I can take it much longer. Have you any ideas? I had great sympathy for Jenzi but I didn’t want her here with me permanently. I enjoyed doing what I do whenever I wanted to. After our conversation I thought about Mike and James in Covent Market. Would they be interested in Jenzi. James did at one point like Toni after all. I made the call and suggested that we both came down to London sooner rather than later. You stay with me and Mike will take care of Jenzi, said James. Jenzi came round to see me to discuss things the next night. I told her again of my experiences down in Covent Garden and the gifts, PVC jump suit, SBR mac and just recently the silver rubber kimono. We agreed that we would travel down the following weekend. I then squeezed Jenzi’s nipple hard. She looked at me with lovely doleful eyes. Said thank you for helping me out and went down on me long and slowly licking my shaft and balls until I could stand it no longer and came in her mouth. She kissed me and some of my own warm cum entered my mouth. I held her tightly and began to fondle her erect cock. Took her into my mouth and before long gave her some of her own cum as we kissed. The next day I thought it was time to visit the ironmongers shop again before travelling down to London with Jenzi. The shop was quite busy with customers but the ironmonger signalled for me to go through to the back office and wait for him. I was pleasurably surprised to see an almost naked guy standing with his hands shackled to the hooks just as I always had been. He was blindfolded, a pair of fishnet hold me up stockings and white stiletto shoes. I quietly moved towards him and touched his cock, he gasped in surprise thinking he was alone in the room still listening to the ironmonger speaking with customers in the shop. I cupped his balls and his erection began. I had not seen anything so long for quite a while and played harder to get it to its maximum length. I squeezed his balls and pulled on his erection, the guy squirmed and whimpered as I worked him more rapidly. His stomach muscles moved in and out until finally he shot his hot cum into my hand. I put my wet sticky hand over his mouth and wiped his cum over his lips. I thought you might finish him off, said the ironmonger who had finished with his customers and entered the room to watch me playing. He took off the blindfold, the guy blinked and smiled contentedly at me. I know you, he said. The last time we played I wore a Lycra cycling suit up in a friends shed and you fisted both him and me. He gave you a blue and yellow PVC mac to take home. I really enjoyed being screwed in that mac. Do you still have it? Oh yes. I said. It’s one of my favourites, I wear it when I am feeling really raunchy. The ironmonger unhooked the guy’s hands and gave him a towel to clean his face. Thanks for that he said to me. Can we meet again sometime soon? Depends, what you would like me to do to you? Mmmm, I can think of all kinds of dirty things I would like. Are you doing anything tonight? I shook my head. Do you remember where the shed was? I shook my head again. Okay I’ll meet you near the dogging area at 7pm and take you there okay? I agreed. The guy went upstairs to put his clothes on and I was left with the ironmonger who felt my crutch and smiled knowingly. He’s a good lad that one, he said. I’ve known him just about as long as you. He seems to be into everything going at the moment. It’s something to do with his friend who has the shed at the allotment. Very kinky chap I’ve been told. 7pm came at the dogging area. I had taken the heavy hint and wore the blue and yellow PVC mac. A car pulled up and I recognised the guy from this afternoon dressed in his Lycra cycling suit and the older guy from before. We soon arrived at the allotment shed and went inside. It was heated already, so they had prepared it especially for tonight. I looked around the room. It was almost just as I remembered it. The guy from the afternoon stripped off his Lycra suit and bent over the chair. The older guy provided me with a long PVC vets glove and some lube. I knew what was expected of me. I inserted my fingers, then my hand then finally up past my wrist and lower arm. The groans of passion were wonderful to hear. The older guy then produced a large clear plastic bag and pulled it over the other guys head and pulled it tight around his neck. His breathing became erratic, the bag sucked in and blew out as I pushed and pulled my gloved hand inside his backside. The plastic bag became tighter and tighter until finally it was totally immovable on his face. His body thrashed around on the edge of the chair. The older guy quickly pulled off the plastic bag and I could feel my hand and arm tightly gripped inside his backside. We waited a few moments until his breathing became almost normal then gently pulled out my gloved hand. He collapsed onto the floor. I wasn’t sure what to do next. The older guy pulled off my PVC glove and squeezed my balls. He’s okay he said. Give him a minute and he will be back to normal again. Sure enough he stood up and told us both how wonderful the experience had been, he put back on his Lycra suit and began to fondle the other older guy. The older guy dropped to his knees in front of me and opened the popper fastenings of my PVC mac, pulled down my jeans and took me in his mouth and pulled heavily in and out. I felt the back of my mac being lifted and a wet tongue began to lick my backside trying to enter me and flicking rapidly back and forth. Two men were playing with my most sensitive body parts at the same moment. I was in heaven. I came heavily into the older guy’s mouth and he pulled away from me. The Lycra guy also stopped his very active tongue, lightly smacked my backside and readjusted my mac. Turned out the lights and we all drove back to the dogging area and I returned to my flat. | ||
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Wednesday, January 27, 2016, 5:10:16 PM- I have a fetish for PVC nylon and rubber tightly belted mackintoshes 15 | ||||||
`You have done well.’ The host pointed to a door and said.’ You may take a shower and return here.’ I left the room and entered a large tiled bathroom. Reluctantly I took off the leather coat and boots and enjoyed a hot power-jet shower. After my shower I noticed the boots were still there but the long leather coat had been replaced by my own black shiny nylon trench coat. I dried myself on his thick luxurious bath towel and pulled on the boots and slipped into my trench coat pulling the belt tight around me and went back to the room. The room was back as it was when I first entered, the wall unit containing all the whips, butt-plugs, gags and other toys was closed, the motor cycle guy had left, and the host was sitting on the settee sipping another shot of whisky. Nobody would have suspected the orgy that had taken place just a short time ago. `You’re finished I see.’ He said. `Come over here and have a drink with me.’ I sat at the other end of the settee looking expectantly at him. `Well what did you think of this evening? He asked. I was about to say something when he said `Was it anything like the photograph at the ironmonger’s? Slowly everything seemed to fit into place. The host was obviously a close friend of the ironmonger. He watched the dawning expression on my face and smiled. `You see I know quite a lot about your likes and dislikes already.’ `Oh no! That places me in a very inferior position with you, doesn’t it? I know nothing about you except that you have a big car and a farmhouse here in the countryside. You can only know those kind of things from the ironmonger.’ He smiled and walked over to the table. I watched as his leather shirt gleamed in the subdued light. He poured another drink for me and returned to the settee. He settled himself next to me gave the glass of whisky and put his arm comfortingly around my shoulder his hand dropping down and pinching my left nipple. `Would you like a taxi home or would you prefer to stay here tonight and I’ll take you back in the morning?’ I pretended to check my watch but I ached to stay in this erotic environment of leather. `Come,’ he said. `I have a special guest room for people who need to stay over.’ We took our drinks and walked out of the room climbed some narrow stairs and entered a small room. The walls and floor were covered with soft white lambskin rugs and the double bed had ornate brass bed head and tail fittings. The bed was covered in a dark imitation animal fur and inset into the wall at the bottom of the bed was a TV screen. `Lay down in the middle.’ He told me. I put down my glass and lay in the middle of the comfortable bed. `Open your legs.’ I opened my legs and from under the bottom of the bed he secured both my booted legs with a leather belt. He took both my wrists and secured them in a similar fashion to the metal bed head. His hand wandered down and fondled my groin until it began to stir again. `This is to stop you running off in the night’ He told me. I didn’t want to run away. I was enjoying this bondage experience. Then he produced what looked like a black leather duffle bag pulled it over my head and pulled the draw strings tight so I could not see out but could still breathe okay. He turned off the light and left the room. I was alone, bound and excited at what had happened to me. It couldn’t have been long before I felt someone’s hand around my balls carefully bringing me to an erection. I felt something slip over my cock then someone was astride me and I was being pulled in and out faster and faster. I couldn’t see, just the smell of the leather bag over my face as I was drawn towards another climax. Whoever it was left quietly and I dropped off to sleep again. The leather bag was pulled off my face and the host smiled down and asked if I had had a good sleep last night. I told him what I thought had happened and he showed me a pink rubber condom still on my cock filled with cum. I think you were visited by my wife Jane last night. She does like to test new cocks from time to time. He released me from the bed and I cleaned myself up and dressed. He provided me with a coffee. Then when I was pulling the belt of my mackintosh tight around me he pulled me very close to him and put his hands around my crutch squeezing hard. Jane will drive you back home and thank you for last night. I do hope you enjoyed it as much as we did. Jane came into the room, light blue jeans and a red leather motor cycle jacket. Smiled and said lets go. We arrived 15 minutes later at my home. She drove off and I went inside collapsed on my sofa and reflected about the whole evening and dosed off into a comfortable sleep. | ||||||
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Tuesday, January 26, 2016, 10:32:46 AM- I have a fetish for PVC nylon and rubber tightly belted mackintoshes 14 | ||||||
He chose a pair of metal handcuffs, untied my hands and placed the cold metal over my wrists, a second larger pair of cuffs were secured around my booted ankles. He turned me around and pushed me back against the padded leather wall raising both my arms and securing the handcuffs to hooks either side of my face. `You will not drink or talk anymore tonight.’ He said, pushing a black rubber ball gag firmly into my mouth and tightening the buckles around the back of my head. `Now take a good look at yourself.’ He moved away and I could see a reflection of myself in a full length mirror directly across the room. I was in heaven. Bound and gagged, wearing boots and the long leather coat. Already I could feel myself stirring again as I stared at my own erotic image. He checked the clock on the wall. `An acquaintance of mine will be here shortly. I’ll have to deal with you both at once.’ Within minutes I found out. The door-bell rang and he welcomed into the room a guy dressed in black motor cycle leathers. He wore the same zipped black leather jacket, tight leather jeans tucked into his tall black boots that I had been aroused by when I first looked at photographs in the ironmongers. He moved towards me opened the leather coat and squeezed my balls. Then with a gloved finger pressed the rubber ball gag into further into my mouth. The host offered him a drink as I watched wide-eyed and suddenly began to think of my own safety. Nobody knew where I was. I had been picked up, driven to a farmhouse by a complete stranger. Used, abused, bound and gagged and now two leather clad men were drinking and eyeing me with obvious sexual intent. The host unzipped the motor cycle guy’s jacket revealing a studded choker around his throat. He selected a dog lead from the back of the library door and hooked it to the choker giving it a sharp tug downwards. The motor cycle guy looked apprehensively at him as he undid his belt and lowered his leather jeans sufficiently to reveal his bare buttocks. `Bend over the chair.’ He commanded. `But I thought you said I could have him?’ he stuttered, looking across at me. `You thought wrong this time friend.’ He pushed him over the arm of the settee and snapped a pair of handcuffs round his gloved wrists. He picked up the same studded leather paddle that he had used on me and severely thrashed his buttocks punishing him many more times than he had punished me. I watched fascinated as the chastisement continued and his buttocks reddened. Jerking the dog lead sharply he dragged him off the settee and down on to his knees forcing him to crawl to where I was stood, bound and gagged, powerless watching this painful scenario. `Suck him dry!’ he ordered yanking his head in line with my groin. I felt his mouth encasing my cock, immediately I grew inside him as he worked his way back and forth. He hit him again with the paddle, his mouth opened to cry out and I fell from his mouth. He beat him again, yanked him to his feet, and turned him round so his back was to me. `Stand perfectly still.’ The host slid a black rubber condom over my erection and moved the motor cycle guy backwards until he was touching me. He locked the ankle cuffs that he had secured around my boots around his booted ankles so that we were bound closely together. He yanked down on the dog lead pulling the guy’s head forward and down. His hand encircled my erection and expertly inserted it into the exposed arse of the motor cycle guy. He grabbed his head and pushed his body back on to me. I felt myself sliding slowly deep inside him. The host pushed and pulled his body back and forth on me. The motor cycle guy groaned with painful pleasure as he fully received me. The host unzipped himself and inserted his own large erection into the mouth of the motor cycle guy and demanded an expert cock sucking as he pushed and pulled, impaling him on my erection. I bit on the rubber ball gag in my mouth and pulled down on the handcuffs as the violent movements of the motor cycle guy pounded on my cock. I stared at the host, watching his face contort with pleasure as his cock was serviced. He began to groan and thrust his cock deeper and faster in to the motor cycle guy’s mouth, he withdrew quickly and sprayed cum over his upturned face. He jerked forward quickly and I was no longer able to stay inside him. I looked down at my black shining rubber clad cock. It was still very erect. The host held the motor cycle guy and lowered him face down to the floor. `Lick my boots.’ The host ordered. His hands were still secured behind him and his feet ankle cuffed to mine. The motor cycle guy had no option than to comply with the host’s command. He licked and kissed the shiny boots of the host. The host reached down and inserted a long wide rubber penis gag into his moist mouth and tightened the buckles around the back of his head. He undid my handcuffs, ordered me to lie on top of the motor cycle guy and fuck him hard. I rammed myself hard into him watching his back arch as I plunged in and out of him. I could hear him groaning through the penis gag as I exerted more pressure on every thrust. I cried out loudly as my cum burst through filling the rubber condom inside him. I collapsed on top of him and tried to roll over but the ankle cuffs prevented me. The host produced a key and unlocked the ankle cuffs. I collapsed exhausted on my side. The host pulled the motor cycle guy to his feet and secured his wrists with the same handcuffs I had been bound with. Now he was standing, bound and vulnerable, with his tight leather jeans half way down his legs and his mouth filled with the rubber penis gag. The host dragged me towards the motor cycle guy `You’ve screwed him, now you must service his cock.’ He held my head firmly between his hands and pushed me down on the erect cock of the gagged and bound motor cycle guy. Flashing through my brain was the image I had seen first in the ironmonger’s shop of this exact scenario. `…….I turned each page, naked men in one pose or another until I saw a man wearing a black leather motorcycle jacket, and leather trousers tucked into tall boots. His hands were securely fastened above his head, his trousers were pulled down to his knees, a second man also in leather, appeared to be sucking his cock…….’ I sucked and forcefully massaged his cock until suddenly his body shook violently as his cum spurted onto my face and into my open mouth. | ||||||
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Saturday, January 23, 2016, 11:36:53 AM- I have a fetish for PVC nylon and rubber tightly belted mackintoshes 13 | ||||||
Four things happened in the morning. The postman arrived with a small parcel. It contained my shiny black nylon trench coat and a DVD from James in Covent Garden. My trench coat looked lovely and clean after the powerful wet experiences on my last night down there. The DVD was cleverly edited of most of my encounters down there with a wonderful soundtrack. A telephone call from James asking how I was and telling me how many people were looking forward to seeing and playing with me again and when was I planning on coming back down? The second telephone call was from Jenzi saying she couldn’t make it for at least four days. The polishing of my vinyl suit would have to wait. The ironmonger telephoned telling me that ‘A girl on a motorcycle’ was playing at our local flea pit. This interested me because it was a very old movie about a girl (Marianne Faithful) who wore a one piece leather jump suit for most of the film and drove all over France on a motor cycle and seemed to have quite a lot of sexy encounters. Our local flea pit isn’t that bad. It has had a complete refit in recent years and now, every Wednesday afternoon shows oldish erotic movies. In years gone by it had a certain reputation for the pervy community, but I hadn’t visited it for a long time. With my strong interest in a one piece black leather suit I decided to go that afternoon. I wore my newly returned trench coat next to my skin and jeans and went down to the cinema. I sat alone in the darkened cinema watching the adverts. I had chosen to sit not at the end of a row but three seats in, giving an opportunity for someone to sit on either side of me. It didn’t take me long to become involved with the movie. The sight of a naked Marianne Faithful pulling on her black leather suit and slowly zipping it up to her neck stirred me. My hand moved down and I squeezed myself gently. I longed for that to be me on the screen, tightly encased inside soft gleaming leather. I squirmed in my seat. The lights went down for the final time and the second part commenced. The camera lovingly zoomed in on Marianne Faithful gripping the motor cycle between her leather-covered thighs as she raced along the French country lanes. In the darkness of the cinema someone came and sat quietly next to me. I almost hadn’t noticed I was so engrossed in the film. I felt a slight pressure on my right thigh then it stopped. Again it happened. Not daring to look to my side I moved my leg slightly towards the pressure. The pressure stayed. I turned my head slightly in the darkness and glimpsed the sheen of a leather coat next to me. I felt a wonderful ache in my groin. I stared straight ahead at the screen not taking in any more of the movie. I could feel my heart racing in anticipation. A hand moved slowly against my leg a little more assertive each time. For every move, I responded slightly with a positive movement. My excitement was becoming more pronounced. I wanted to turn and react in an encouraging manner but I dare not in the cinema. Carefully I moved slightly in my seat and parted my legs, hoping I was signalling the right response to the person in the dark. The hand reacted confidently, pressing me longer and harder. Marianne Faithful was back on the screen again unzipping her leather suit. I watched, captivated by her slow, sensual movements. I felt no movements from the stranger. I glanced to my side. The stranger had silently vanished. I looked around but could see no movement in the aisles of the darkened cinema. `Why?’ I groaned. I was fully aroused and now abandoned. I had missed my opportunity. The movie finished, the credits rolled and up came the house lights. I stood searching the audience for someone, anyone in a leather coat. Who was it who had sat next to me and aroused me so exquisitely? I left the cinema and walked down the road, a car passed by and stopped a few yards ahead. The driver’s door opened, a man climbed out and walked round to the passenger’s side and stared directly at me. He was tall and good looking, he wore a long black leather coat and leather trousers, could this be the person who had sat next to me in the cinema? `Did you enjoy the film?’ he asked as I came alongside the car. `I think I enjoyed something more than the film.’ I said stopping and giving him an inviting look he could not mistake. `Can I give you a lift somewhere?’ I nodded. He opened the passenger door for me, I climbed in, and as he closed the door his hand slid smoothly along my thigh. To onlookers it would appear as if he had cleared my coat from the door. I knew that this must be the man from the cinema. I was ecstatic, something different was about to take place. We pulled out into the traffic and drove slowly away passing the people from the cinema. `I have drinks at home, shall we go there?’ he asked. `It’s not very far, maybe 15 minutes’ I shrugged approval as we drove out of the town and into the countryside. We didn’t speak, just listened to the powerful music on the cars CD system. Occasionally, as he changed gear his hand would slip down and lightly touch my thigh, feel the material of my trench coat, then return to the gear-shift again. We turned off the main road and drove carefully down a short dark tree lined lane before coming to a standstill outside a wonderful old farmhouse. He unlocked the front door, switched on some wall lights and we entered the spacious hallway. He closed and locked the door and guided me to another large warm, centrally heated room, lined with books, pictures and mirrors on two walls, the third wall was completely covered with rich burgundy velvet curtains and the final wall contained a large walk in fire-place. `Let me get you a drink. Whisky and water okay?’ he asked taking off his leather coat and throwing it casually over the large overstuffed leather chair. I gasped as I gazed at him, underneath his coat he wore tight leather trousers and a matching leather shirt with a thick metal zip running up the front. A male version of the Marianne Faithful character was here within touching distance. He left the room as I lusted desperately about his clothing. I walked over to his abandoned coat and picked it up. I felt the soft expensive leather, and pulled it tight to my face and drinking in the breathtaking leathery perfume. `Interesting isn’t it?’ He had returned quietly with the drinks and watched me reacting to the aroma of his leather coat. I dropped the coat back on the chair. `The room?’ He smiled, `No the effect all my leather has on you.’ I took the proffered glass of whisky and took a large gulp. `Would you like to try it on?’ He asked, moving towards me. I nodded `Take off your clothes. I guarantee you‘ll derive the utmost pleasure in wearing leather next to your skin.’ He placed his hands gently on my shoulders, running them slowly down my arms experiencing the feel of the shiny nylon material. He opened my trench coat slipped it off and laid it on the same chair as his leather coat. I pulled off my trousers and stood naked before him except for my bulging black PVC briefs. `Don’t catch cold’ he smiled and helped me on with his wonderful soft black leather coat. I pulled the collar up and enjoyed the smell and the breathtaking sensation of leather against my skin. I pulled the belt tightly around me and finished my drink, luxuriating in my situation. He poured me another large whisky and another for himself. I was waiting for him to make a move on me, but he just stood, gazing towards me. `I think something is missing.’ He said at last and left the room. I walked over to the built in full-length mirror by the books and stared moodily at my reflection. He returned with a pair of tall black riding boots for me to wear. They were slightly too large for me but that hardly mattered. I stared at my completed image in the mirror and felt ecstatic. Now obviously pleased with what he had created, he moved towards me and groped me firmly through the leather. I stood quite still, breathing heavily, feeling heady with the effects of two large whiskies plus the wonderfully erotic aroma of leather. `Bend over the end of the settee.’ He commanded. I put my arms in front of me and bent completely over the end of the settee. He lifted up the bottom of the long leather coat and dropped it over my head exposing my booted legs and black PVC briefs. I felt him pull them down a little and then his finger probed gently at my anus. The probing stopped and I felt something larger being inserted. It started to vibrate and gradually with an excruciating pleasure it penetrated me deeply, my briefs were pulled back up holding this vibrating appliance firmly in place. He drew the leather coat back and pulled me up to a standing position. The vibrating butt plug was gratifying me with mounting excitement as I moved. My briefs holding it secure inside me. `Kneel!’ he commanded. My hands slid down the back of his soft leather shirt, over his tight buttocks and down his legs as I dropped to my knees, my face directly in front of the large bulge in his leather trousers. He pulled down his zip and extracted himself. `Do your duty!’ He held my head and forcefully rammed his cock in and out of my mouth. The butt plug vibrated tirelessly inside me, I managed to grab hold of his cock and pull it from my mouth so I could catch my breath. He yanked down hard on my hair causing me to gasp and again he plunged himself in as my mouth involuntarily opened. He extracted himself from me and again I was pulled over the end of the settee. My arms were yanked together behind me, I could feel my wrists being bound together tightly. The coat was again thrown over me exposing my backside, the butt plug vibrated determinedly inside me. I cried out as I received a stinging blow on my backside. Then another, and another. The pain changed to a tingling glow. Without notice the butt plug stopped vibrating and with a slow twisting movement he pulled it from me. The vibrations had been deliciously satisfying now there was an aching void. I sensed him moving behind me. Slowly and firmly he entered me and began to systematically push and pull himself in and out of me. I could see nothing, the leather coat completely covered my head. The smell of the leather was exciting and intoxicating me. I heard him grunt with animal satisfaction, and then he extracted himself slowly from within me. I lay still, bound and vulnerable. I sensed him pulling my briefs back over my stinging cheeks, and removing the coat from my face. He helped me to my feet and sat me down on the settee still with my hands bound behind my back. I looked dolefully up at him as he placed the glass of whisky to my lips. `Drink a little,’ he said. I drank then looked around nervously. He had zipped himself up. I saw on the floor a large black leather paddle with shiny studs protruding and tossed to one side a used black rubber condom. I felt relief at the sight of it glistening on the floor. `How do you feel?’ he asked watching me take in my surroundings. He picked up the leather paddle and slid it gently down my cheek. `I’ve been told by a shop keeper friend of yours that you like wearing your trench coat when you get screwed but it seems you’re really getting it off with all this leather. He placed the glass to my lips again and I gulped down the remainder of the whisky. `Stand up.’ I struggled to my feet and followed him across the room to the wall of books. He pulled a lever at the side of the bookshelf and it opened to reveal a wall of padded black leather. The reverse side of the bookshelf contained orderly rows of implements in chrome, rubber and leather hanging from hooks waiting to be selected. I stared amazed at all the sexual implements trying to figure out how some could be used. | ||||||
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Thursday, January 21, 2016, 12:24:23 PM- I have a fetish for PVC nylon and rubber tightly belted mackintoshes 12 | ||
The next day I wanted to see the ironmonger and let him hear about my adventures in Covent Garden. I arrived at his shop in the afternoon dressed in my new SBR mackintosh, hoping he would like it. He was so pleased to see me. Took me into the back room and began to gently caress the sleeves of my SBR mac. Wow this is so out of this world to touch, so soft and sensual. Tell me how you got it. I told him about the whole three days and how this James guy gave me the SBR and a PVC jump suit as a present and hopefully will send my black nylon trench coat up in the post tomorrow. As I spoke he kept squeezing himself with excitement. Well guess what? He said pointing at his vinyl motor bike suit hanging on the wall. I know you have had lots of fun wearing it so it is yours to keep. How come? I’ve upgraded myself to a small van and got rid of the motor bike so I have no use for it anymore. But I would like you to put it on for me, just one more time. I quickly undressed put on the vinyl suit. It still had that effect on me, the smell and the anticipation of sex. He smiled placed my hands up and locked them on to the hooks. I could feel his hardness pushing against me. Then the lower zip was pulled down and out I came into his hand. He bent down and took me fully into his mouth. I heard a contented sigh from him as he sucked and pulled on me before I exploded into him. I want you to walk home wearing my vinyl suit. He said, as he packed my other clothes into a plastic bag. I left the shop and walked home. Nobody took any notice of a guy in a motor cycle suit walking. Only I knew what had happened moments before. I arrived home after only fifteen minutes feeling quite excited about walking outside dressed in vinyl. As I reached my flat I thought I recognised the car from last night. As I walked closer the driver got out of the car. It was the trannie from last night. You look absolutely great he said. I hope you don’t mind me arriving unannounced, but I have a couple of hours free and would really like to talk to you again. We went into my flat, and I felt his hands touching my vinyl covered back. Let me show you around. This is the lounge, the kitchen and dining room on this floor then if we go down it’s my bedroom and bathroom and a door going out to the small garden at the back. Please, he said can I do anything for you? I knew what he was after. He opened his small haversack and pulled out his plastic mac, skirt and boots. You just did. Put them on now. She stood before me transformed. What about the makeup and wig? It doesn’t matter today let’s just enjoy you as you are. She caressed my vinyl covered body and I stroked her mini skirt which had a lump underneath that was growing harder and harder. We sat on the sofa and I pulled her swollen cock out from the mini skirt and went down to make it even bigger before wanking it so hard it shot cum over her plastic mac and my vinyl suit. How come you have a couple of hours free? I asked. The wife suddenly said she had to see a friend, so I just thought of you and how you helped me last night and wanted to know if we could be friends in the future? I really love dressing up and being a PVC slut but its quit scary walking around alone at night and not everyone is into fetish things. Basically it’s a blow job then they are gone! I know how you feel, I said. I could have been as frightened as you but I unexpectedly had a wonderful mentor who brought me through all the angst and taught me to love all things that turned me on instead of thinking the worst of them. I’m going to take a shower with my suit on and I want you to sponge me down completely with soapy water just to clean the vinyl. We went into the bathroom and I stood in the shower well, she soaped up a large sponge and began to meticulously wipe and clean the back of my suit then I turned around and she did the same to the front but took a lot of time polishing around my genital area. I grew harder the more she polished until I came inside my vinyl suit. She stood back very pleased with herself. I took off the suit and hung it over the shower head. I stood naked in front of her. I’ll have to shine it up when it has dripped dry. Please let me come round and help you I can really make it shine well. Well if you can make it tomorrow we can really work on the gloss, I have some PVC polish that will make it gleam wonderfully. Do you have a femme name I can call you when you are dressed up and looking so sexy? Please would you call me Jenzi? Jenzi suits you I said putting my hand under her plastic skirt. I knelt down in front of her and cupped her balls in to my hand and gently squeezed. Her moans were incredible. I took her balls into my mouth and smoothly sucked and ran my tongue along her shaft flicking her head until she could stand it no more and her hot cum flooded out. | ||
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Tuesday, January 19, 2016, 10:38:11 AM- I have a fetish for PVC nylon and rubber tightly belted mackintoshes 11 | ||
I just couldn’t resist visiting my local dogging area after all the sexy activities in Covent Garden. It wasn’t a long walk and I felt really sexy in my long SBR mackintosh, boots and gloves. I strolled around the paths and wooded areas, saw the occasional single guy walking around slowly then spotted a trannie, blonde spiky hair, short black plastic mac and mini skirt and boots. This did it for me. I approached her and smiled and we exchanged those knowing looks of lust. I pushed my hand forward under her mini skirt and discovered a wonderful throbbing cock. She sighed and wanted to know if I wanted to take her. I haven’t any condoms with me. She opened her shoulder bag and pulled out one. Then opened my SBR mac and found my cock in readiness. With true professionalism she opened the condom wrapping paper and slithered the condom over me, squeezing me to get maximum hardness. She turned around bent down and inserted me into her. I pushed, she backed on to me and I pushed in and out more and more until it was too late and I came. Fantastic she said. I pulled her plastic mini skirt up and began to suck her cock, she moaned appreciatively and very quickly she came in my mouth. She thanked me and I left her putting her skirt straight and checking her hair. I walked around the area for a while then was nearly knocked over by a young guy running down the path. As he did so, he threw a bag into the bushes and sped away. I picked up the bag and thought it looked a little like the trannies shoulder bag. I walked back up the path way and eventually spotted the trannie frantically searching for something in the bushes. Is this what you are searching for? I asked. She snatched the bag and searched inside it. Thank goodness my car keys are still here. She was shaking. I put my arms around her to comfort her. If my car keys were gone then I couldn’t get home to the wife or change my clothes either and that would be that. The end!! If you like you can come home with me. It isn’t far. Change, clean up and go home as if nothing had happened. It was agreed and she drove me to my flat. Can I help you take off your boots? I asked when we were inside. I pulled them off and put them in her holdall along with the black plastic mini skirt and mac and wig. On came the male attire, jeans and jacket and after a few minutes in the bathroom the lipstick was gone as well. Thank you ever so much. Will I ever meet you again? I hope so, I said and preferably not outside, but here in the comfort and warmth of my flat. I would love that. He said. Are you a trannie fan? You will find out soon enough. But if you keep wearing your boots and minis and plastic macs we will really get on just fine . He sank to his knees opened my SBR mac and sucked me hard until finally I came into his mouth. He swallowed my cum and smiled. When can I meet you again? he asked eagerly. Whenever you are free from your home duties. Here is my telephone number. Call me giving me enough notice and we will have a really good time. He left the flat and drove home relieved that his secret was still a secret. I took off my new SBR mackintosh and pulled if tight over my nose and breathed in the wonderful rubber aroma. I went to bed thinking of the past three days of erotic excitement in London and now a new friend here in my home town. | ||
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Sunday, January 17, 2016, 5:23:03 PM- I have a fetish for PVC nylon and rubber tightly belted mackintoshes 10 | ||
After being unzipped from my rubber body bag and showering and shaving I had a very pleasant relaxing day in the silver rubber kimono watching very intimate recordings on his hi- definition TV. It wasn’t long before I recognised myself performing fellatio on the PVC guy last night. I realised that everything was recorded. What future use could it be used for? Well what’s already been done is done. The trip to the club was a little earlier and I was told just to wear my thigh length boots my black nylon mackintosh and a pair of black rubber gloves. When this met with James’s approval he put a leather collar around my neck and a short lead. In the club I recognised a few of the members but also quite a few new members as well. I wandered around the bar area being led by James pulling on my neck restraint. He stopped to speak to couples who took advantage and groped my naked body underneath the mac. It was then that he put the rubber blindfold on me again. I was in seventh heaven I was being touched stroked, kissed and tongued. The feeling of someone’s hands stroking my body with only my thin nylon mac as protection was fantastic. I was enjoying every minute. I was being kissed and deep throated and I am sure some were by women as well as men. James kept me on a tight leash walking around and meeting people. Then I knew we were going somewhere different. I could sense a tiled floor under my boots and a slight echoing of voices. With my rubber gloved hands I could feel six or seven erections surrounding me. I was pulled with my neck restraint to a kneeling position and felt wet erect cocks beating my cheeks and mouth. I heard excited murmurs from the guys surrounding me then one by one a hot spurt of cum hit my face and trickled down over my mac to be continued by hot piss soaking my face, hair and mac. Clean them up ordered James. and one by one their limpish cocks were presented to my mouth so I could lick them clean of cum. I collapsed in a wet heap on the tiled floor. Suddenly a powerful jet spray of water was aimed at me. The sound was loud as it sprayed over my nylon mac soaking me entirely. It was as if the person with the hose was trying to clean me and all the cum and piss. The jet spray was then directed directly at my balls which was painful to start with then became very erotic and I grew, enjoying every powerful spray aimed at me. Suddenly the spray was turned off. James pulled off the rubber blindfold to reveal an empty room, me in a soaking wet crumpled heap on the tiled floor. He smiled and helped me to my feet, pulled on my leash and took me out of the tiled room and into a smaller room. He carefully undid my belt and removed my soaking wet mackintosh. He passed me a towel and dried myself, stood in front of him as an erection became evident. He pulled me down and towards him as his cock entered my mouth. The leather collar he pulled tight and tighter around my neck making me gasp for breath as I sucked and pulled on him. He smacked my face and pulled out of my mouth. Not yet he said. He put the rubber blindfold on me again then walked out into the main room. I was naked apart from boots, gloves and a blindfold. Again I was touched, fondled and squeezed then I felt a coat being put on me. The blindfold was taken off and I looked at what I was wearing. Sheer excitement. It was a shiny black SBR belted trench coat. I buttoned it up to the neck and pulled the belt very tight around my waist. I was in heaven. Its yours to take home, said James. plus the PVC jump suit and your little black nylon mackintosh I will wash and dry and post up to you in a couple of days. We went back home excited to be wearing a black SBR trench coat so close to my skin. | ||
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Saturday, January 16, 2016, 6:32:29 PM- I have a fetish for PVC nylon and rubber tightly belted mackintoshes 9 | ||
The following morning I was awakened by the fetish club owner Mike. He had a towel which he placed on the floor next to me. He helped me to get upright and unzipped the rubber body bag. My PVC jump suit was soaking wet with all my excited sweat from my night in total enclosure. I stood up and Mike unzipped the jump suit and carefully pulled it off me turning it inside out. My sweat was dripping down onto the towel. It felt quite exhilarating being freed of the suit and the rubber body bag. I’ll gently wash and dry the suit for you he said patting my backside. Go and have a shower. I showered and shaved and returned to the lounge. Mike handed me a long silver rubber kimono to wear. His hands wandered gently over my body as he helped me adjust the belt. James has gone out on business so asked me to look after you. He should be back this afternoon. What is his business I inquired? Property is his major activity especially in central London. He’s worth quite a bit. That’s one of the reasons he fell out with Toni. He will give you lots but if you steal then that’s it. Finish!! He is a great guy. A total rubber fetishist. Not a day will go by without him wearing something or other in rubber. But he will never again let anyone be alone here in his apartment. That’s why I’m here with you now. His hand slipped down my rubber covered leg. He pulled open the kimono and fondled my growing cock. Down he went on me gently pulling and sucking and squeezing my balls. Doesn’t he mind you groping me? We share quite a lot together. We have been very good friends for many years now. He should be back very soon and he has asked me to have you bound to his bed for when he returns. We went into the bedroom of James and I laid on the leather covered bed. My wrists were shackled above to the headboard and my feet were tied to the bottom of the bed. Then he applied the rubber blindfold and left me waiting in anticipation. It was probably half an hour before I heard someone enter the room, then a hand gently fondled my balls. I began to be excited. I felt my body being lifted upwards and something probably a leather pillow was pushed under me. My rubber kimono was parted and I experienced something pushing harder into me. Then I felt an aggressive insertion into my backside. Some very excited and heavy breathing as he pounded in and out before finally gasping loudly and collapsing on top of me. He rolled off me and began to pinch my nipples hard. I gasped at the pain. I heard him laugh a little then another painful slap on my balls. The rubber mask was removed and I saw that it was James that had used me to his own satisfaction. Get yourself cleaned up. We are going to have some fun tonight in the club. I returned to his bedroom still wearing the silver rubber kimono. He pulled some of the material to his nose and breathed heavily. Okay, he said, put on the leather outfit that Toni sent to you plus the boots but first you must wear this. He showed me a pair of black heavy rubber briefs with a butt plug at the back and a hole for my cock at the front. I put them on and carefully inserted the butt plug fully in to me then pulled my cock and balls out through the hole in front of the rubber briefs. The tightness of the hole made me feel good and a semi hard was beginning without any other stimulus. The thigh boots, black PVC bra, leather skirt and jacket were added and I felt fantastic. Suddenly I felt something quite exciting happening to me and the butt plug. James smiled as he revealed a remote control hand set. I can stimulate you whenever I want he said. This is a remote control for your vibrating butt plug. Sit down and it will feel even better. I sat on the edge of his leather bed as this thing inside me vibrated fast then slowly as James controlled the settings. What a sensation I didn’t want it to stop. You didn’t bring the wig? he asked. Never mind put this on. He showed me a complete rubber face mask with mouth, nose and eye holes and a blonde wig sewn into the top. Put it on. After a few attempts to get the eye holes in the correct position I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I was in heaven. We entered the club, had a drink at the bar then we went through another door into a semi dark room. Leather covered benches, a wooden cross, a swing, some private rooms a large open tiled toilet and shower a sauna and so many erotic things I couldn’t take them all in. I could hear sexual sounds coming from a couple of the rooms and a large guy was bent over a bench delighting in the pain of a studded paddle being administered by a leather clad girl with a large strap on. She stopped briefly and rammed home the strap on. My erection was full on, pushing to escape the leather skirt. James pulled me into a small room pushed me down on a chair. He switched on the vibrator butt plug making me squirm at the delicious feeling and pushed himself into my mouth over and over again until finally cumming in my mouth. His hand pressed across my rubber clad face and he grunted swallow you bitch. I swallowed all his cum and he pinched my nipples then sucked and pulled on them. I looked up and saw another guy and the strap on girl in the room Suck him dry bitch ordered James The guy’s large cock pushed into my mouth and I could sense that the strap on girl was entering him from the rear. James sat and watched with seamy sexual pleasure. The guy came loudly and pulled away from the strap on girl. Only then did James stop the vibrating butt plug. James took my hands and guided me back into the bar area and provided me with another drink. There will be more to come he said a left me sitting on the comfortable sofa. It wasn’t long before a guy in PVC jeans and t-shirt sat beside me. His hands worked on the leather skirt making me become hard again. Suddenly the butt plug began to vibrate again. James had been watching from across the room. I squirmed in my seat as the PVC guy slipped his hand inside my skirt and up my leg. Let’s go to the dark room he suggested. He helped me to stand and we entered the dark room again. It was now empty for the moment. He fondled my nipples and kissed me through the rubber face mask. Then he knelt down in front of me lifted my skirt and took my enlarged cock in his mouth. The butt plug still vibrated inside me intensifying the strong sucking feeling. He could sense that I was about to cum and pulled me out of his mouth and I came powerfully all over his PVC t-shirt. Lick my t-shirt clean he ordered. He pushed his chest in front of me and I licked my own warm cum until his t-shirt was cleans and shiny again. He guided me back to the bar area and left to play with someone else. I felt fantastic sitting in expectation of someone coming over and taking advantage of me. So different than me stood in the ironmongers shop, with my wrists firmly tied, waiting and hoping for someone to touch me. The vibrator started again, as a guy in leather motor cycle gear sat down beside me. Will you thrash my backside? I nodded and we went back into the dark room. Four couples were enjoying the various pleasures on offer. I chose a studded paddle from the selection on the wall and pressed it firmly against the front of his tight leather jeans. He gasped and went over to a bench pulled down his jeans and bent over the bench. I belted him three times in quick succession then waited until he finally pleaded for more punishment. He received more pain from the studded paddle then turned round just as he came down his leg. He held me gently, kissed and thanked me. Pulled up his jeans and left the room. I returned the paddle alongside all the other evil looking devices on the wall. My vibrator started again. James came over and took me into a small room, sat me down on a metal chair securely fastened my hands by my side and invited three guys to use my mouth in turn. All managed to cum, one in my mouth and the other two shot strongly and their hot cum dribbled down my PVC bra and chest. Time to go home said James as he threw me a towel to clean myself up with. I zipped up my jacket and within five minutes we were back home in his flat. I took off the rubber face mask and jacket and stood before him in my PVC bra and leather skirt and boots. Was there anything you didn’t like doing tonight? He asked putting his arms around my waist. I shook my head and smiled at the thought of all the things I had done and had done to me. Good, he said Tomorrow is your last night here I think. Unless you want to stay longer? I would really love to but I do have to work as well. Can I come down again in a few weeks? Of course you can. You will always be welcome here. As with the previous night I took off my remaining clothes and he helped me enter the rubber body bag and zipped it closed up to my neck, pushed his cock in and out of my mouth until he came over my willing face. Smiled and laid me down on the settee. Tomorrow would be my last day there for a while. What would happen? I couldn’t wait. | ||
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