New Suit part I

Author: latexm8
Title: new suit
Date: 14 May 2008

I was so excited when I was the winning bidder on the latex catsuit on eBay. Almost immediately, I heard from the seller after the auction ended. He congratulated me and wanted to know how I wanted it made. Because I am very cautious by nature, I felt a little awkward discussing this with somebody I did not know, in fact I only knew him as “dePecheur” – his eBay ID. However as the communication was only by e-mail, and as the listing had been under fetish items, I felt he might have some clue about what I was about and was somewhat comfortable communicating with him. The fact that I was getting a medium weight custom made catsuit for a great price was just too exciting.

He made a few suggestions, actually more than a few. He explained that having attached feet and gloves would enhance the encased feeling. Surprisingly, this would not add to the price. Of course, a hood was to be added for the same reason. During our exchange of messages he seemed really friendly and seemed to want me to really enjoy the suit. I liked the way he was interested in my enjoyment of the suit and confessed to him that while I was really excited I was rather new to latex in general and had just begun to explore my kinky side since dropping out of school and moving into my own flat. I explained that while the suit was a bargain, my bid had been stretching my budget. He made suggestions for the zippers that I also went along with. He described them as providing full access. He asked if I wanted a built in gag in the hood, which I did not. He seemed really insistent that the hood should have a built in gag, but I felt I had gone along with everything else and told him that I might want to go to the bars and clubs in the suit and didn’t want a gag if I did. His response was that he had only thought I would be staying in, but in any event a gag could be added as needed. It was strange, but I felt like he had been testing me to see if I would just go along with all his suggestions, and was amused when he finally got me to object.

After I had given him all my measurements, and he seemed to want many, he asked if I could send a photo because he always liked to have some idea beyond the measurements of what body shape the customer had. Also, he explained that it might help him to know if I took a measurement wrong, by comparing it to the photo. He made me nervous when he suggested that a nude photo would be best. I was reluctant about sending a photo, but when he suggested that a headless photo would work fine. I agreed to send him a photo I had of myself after water polo practice in my Speedo. I photo-shopped my head off and decided that was as close to a nude photo as he was going to get from me.

I heard nothing further from him for the next two weeks. Then, just as I was getting nervous that something was wrong, I got a message from him explaining that the suit was complete and ready to be sent, but that he could refund my shipping costs if I wanted as he would be in my area for a private rubber fetish party the coming weekend, and I could pick it up from him if I would take a bus to a nearby town where he was staying. In fact, if I wanted to go to the party with him, I’d be more than welcome. He explained that attending such events was a way of advertising his craftwork and having a live model would be the very best way to advertise. Also, he suggested that I might meet some local guys into the same things at the party. As I had no plans, I decided to take him up on the offer and got the bus info from him. Also, after all our communication I was interested in meeting “dePecheur” and was realizing that once I had my suit we’d no longer be in touch.

Taking a bus Friday after work, I arrived exactly at the scheduled time. I had shaved my body hair as he suggested, which I was used to doing for swimming purposes. When I got off the bus, I was greeted by a tall muscular man wearing black motorcycle boots, Levis and a tight long sleeve t-shirt. His sunglasses prevented me from seeing his eyes. He smiled at me and asked if I was looking for Roy dePecheur. I shook hands with him, realizing that his eBay ID was just his last name and said it was a pleasure to meet him. He then handed me a helmet and put one on himself and we took off on his motorcycle.

We rode out of town and stopped at a rather isolated house. I was getting a little nervous. I had read too many stories about innocent guys like me who are drugged and kidnapped in some isolated house by a Master looking for a slave or some slavetrader looking for merchandise. In fact, I had been wanking to these stories for years but knew that difference between fantasy and reality. When we walked in the front door it seemed like a normal house. That was a relief. He gave me a beer and handed me a large envelope. I set the beer aside thinking it might be drugged and asked if this envelop was the suit. It was. I opened it up and was excited to see the suit that looked far too small as I thought that shortly I would be in it. I was surprised when I discovered that there were two pieces, but he explained that he had not attached the hood after all, but could do so if I wanted to have it attached. While he was talking he pulled off his long sleeve shirt to reveal black rubber underneath. Then he suggested that I try my suit on, tossing me a bottle of lube and telling me that I could use the bathroom if I wanted privacy. As he said this he removed his boots, to reveal black rubber there also. He pulled his jeans off and now I saw that he was wearing a catsuit already. I totally forgot my nervousness at that moment. After his transformation into my rubber fantasy man, I decided to have my transformation in front of him also as by now I was feeling comfortable and very attracted to him, and thought I might spark some interest.

While I lubed up my legs he added black rubber gloves to his outfit. He told me to spread a thin coat everywhere, and asked before helping spread someone my back. He ran his hand down to my ass and seemed to lube between my cheeks, which I wasn't sure was needed but it felt good and I liked his touch. I felt a finger slip inside me as I heard him ask if I was enjoying myself so far. I thought to myself that kidnappers do not ask questions like that, as I nodded my head up and down. He held the suit as I stepped in, and helped pull it up my body. It fit perfectly! I was totally horned up by the feel and my erection was clearly visible though we did not say anything about that or his even larger one. As the zipper closed at the top, he stood back, looked at me and said “perfect”. I think I blushed a little, even though I suspect he might have been commenting on his workmanship and not on me. Next he came toward me with a cloth explaining that he wanted to “shine” me up. He took time doing this and I loved having him caress me. I loved the feel of the suit and his touching it. I started to think how silly I was to be scared of being here. When he was done he kissed me. His tongue was in my mouth and his rubber-gloved hand held the back of my head firmly. I think I moaned.

Then he asked me to look in the mirror. I barely recognized myself; my head was on top of an amazing slick jet-black version of my body. Somehow this second skin seemed to suit me better than my own. I stared at myself trying to understand this new better version of myself. I looked like the images I had jerked off to for years. I was totally mesmerized by the effect of the suit. I could see my nipples through the rubber. I could make out my biceps, pecs even my six-pack seemed to be enhanced. I was in my own little world when suddenly he stepped up behind me with the polishing cloth still in his hand. I did not see anyplace that still needed shining and he didn’t seem to either. He ran his other hand along my new black body reaching down to my groin. I watched our reflections as he leaned down from behind and whispered into my ear that I looked amazingly hot. I was glad he thought so. Then he asked me if I liked what I saw. I grinned, nodded and said, “Yes sir”. Surprised by my sudden unconscious use of such formality.
“Good boy!” he responded smiling.
I liked hearing him call me “boy” and thought that we were starting to get into some role playing before heading out to the party.
Then he asked if I wanted more. He said he could enhance the rubber experience if I wanted. I figured he meant the hood and nodded; I wanted to see what I looked like with the hood on so I said “Yes Sir” again.

“Good boy” he said. Then he brought what I thought was the polishing cloth up and over my mouth and nose. “I think I’ll make the enhancements while you sleep” he said as I breathed in the sweet fumes from the cloth.

I panicked and struggled! He grabbed my balls and squeezed tightly. I saw his shaved head smile at me in the mirror and looked into his eyes knowing that this man was chloroforming me. He stared right back at me in the mirror. We were locked motionless staring into each other’s eyes.

Perhaps it was the excitment of my new skin, or perhpas the chloroform warping my judgement, or perhaps I had a momennt of clarity about what I really wanted, but in any event, without breaking eye contact I suddenly pushed my face into the cloth and inhaled deeply. Surprised, he smiled wider and he squeezed my balls tighter. My last thought was that whatever happens I had done something to make him smile.

As I lost consciousness I heard him say “good boy” once more.