Rubber Loving Part II

Author: kinkyaussieboi
Title: Rubber Loving Part II
Date: 09 July 2010

Part II - Sorry it has taken so long. I have been busy!


I found it difficult to concentrate at work, especially after the air conditioning had its umpteenth break down this summer. I aptly name it Britney. We’d spoken to maintenance about Britney, and while they always said they’d fixed her she was always sputtering and going nuts at the drop of a hat.

Normally a loss of air con wouldn’t make me sweat too much, but when you’re sporting a thick rubber catsuit it makes things a lot worse. I swear I must have lost at least 10 pounds sitting at my desk all afternoon. I’m surprised nobody noticed the sweat patches forming, although I eventually covered up with my suit jacket. Sweated more, but at least you couldn’t tell as much.

I needed to use the toilet several times throughout the day. The first time was close. Forgetting (how is that possible?) that I was wearing Jeremy’s gift, I sidled up to one of the urinals and began to unzip. Almost immediately James walks in and I pause in horror. Fearing he might see my acrylic coated penis, I re-zip and head to one of the cubicles.

James turned his head. “That was brief!”

I shut the door with unusual force, apologising for my indecisiveness. “Suddenly feel the need to do both,” I exclaimed.

“TMI” and a short laugh was the response from the office courier.

As I sat on the bowl, weary of the potential spillage caused by standing in a cb6000, I could hear James washing his hands. I zipped up again and flushed, leaving the cubicle only to find James still washing his hands.

“OCD much?”

James smiled, turned off the tap and wiped his hands on the towel rack. “No, just wanted an excuse to gawk at the pervert again.”

I was dumbfounded. “Pervert? Excuse me James? How dare –”

I was caught off guard by James’ sudden movement towards my crotch. He patted my groin area with his left hand, patting the very location of my chastity. I was mortified.

“Like I said, wanted another look at the office perve.” He spoke in a matter-of-fact voice and left.

I wanted to die right then. I scolded myself for having been so stupid to have unzipped in front of someone. I felt sick, realising this could mean the end of my job.

Eventually I walked back into the office to see James talking to Sarah and Dean by the photocopier. They all looked at me. Sarah smiled, Dean nodded and James waved with a glint of smugness in his eyes. He works fast I thought.

To my surprise, nothing was said to me and at 5pm I left to catch the bus home. James had left around 3pm without saying another word. In fact, he didn’t even look at me for the rest of the day.

The trip home was uncomfortable as always, made more so by the gear I was wearing underneath. Peak hour is always a rush and buses are overflowing with commuters. I did get a seat today, which was a rarity. However. I was ever conscious of the rubber smell which emanated from my clothing, seeming so strong to me. But if anybody around me did smell it, nobody said anything.

As I changed buses for the final leg home, my mobile began buzzing. It was Jeremy.

“Hey babe, how did you cope today? Still wearing the rubber and chastity?” He seemed pleased with the situation by his excited voice.

“Yeah, I am. I’m sweating like anything,” I responded. Next to me a man of about 30 mumbled maybe I should take my jacket off if I was so hot. I ignored him.

“Excellent. So I assume nobody noticed at work?”

I gulped, having almost forgotten earlier events. “Actually, James, our courier saw something.”

Jeremy just laughed and despite my protests at how serious it could be for me at work, he told me I simply should have been more careful and that he would see me shortly. Before I could reply he hung up. Bitch.

I opened the door to the apartment to find Jeremy seated at the dinner table, which was set out beautifully with candles, flowers and wine. My heart lifted and I went to kiss my beautiful man.

“Stop. Did I say you could approach me?” Jeremy’s dom voice always made me shudder with fear.

Immediately knowing I was expected to obey, I responded. “No sir, sorry sir. I did not mean –”

“Enough of your excuses.” Jeremy remained seated and poured himself a glass of wine. “Strip and assume position.”

I hurriedly removed my sweaty work clothes and knelt in my rubber suit before the table. Jeremy then stood up, grabbed several items off the kitchenette bench and came up behind me.

“Stay still while I work.” Jeremy first began by unlocking the collar and he unzipped the suit slightly at the back. Fumbling a little, he then began to pull a rubber hood over my head. The hood had a collar which Jeremy slid underneath my catsuit before zipping it back up. I wanted to say how hot this all was but I knew from past experience that that could be a very bad idea. It seemed there was more gear to be added as Jeremy encased my head with another hood, this time with pin prick eyes and a back zip and collar. Once that was locked on, he moved to my hands which quickly became mitted and locked. Rubber booties were then added to my feet.

“On all fours.” Jeremy was so commanding it hurt my dick encased in its acrylic prison. I obeyed.

“Good. Now, I have made a special dinner to apologise for our fight. You can thank me later. However, you do not deserve to sit at the table with me. You will eat on the floor like a good slave. Here is your dinner.”

Jeremy returned from the kitchenette and placed two bowls on the floor. One of them was filled with small cut up pieces of steak and mash. In the other, Jeremy poured some red wine from the bottle.

“Now eat and drink your dinner slave.” Jeremy returned to the table and began eating his food off a plate with cutlery and drinking from a glass. I looked at my bowls and dutifully began devouring my feed.

When I had finished, I resumed my kneeling position. Jeremy wiped my hooded face clean and just looked at me and smiled.

“Good job. Now, let’s get you ready to go out. Sit on the chair.”

I did what Jeremy instructed me to do, rather excited at the prospect of going to a club tonight. He knew me well. Jeremy then restrained my mitted hands to the back of the chair and began unlocking the hood, before removing both layers. He then tied my legs to the sides of the chair before giving me permission to speak.

“This is pretty horny sir. Thank you so much!”

“Very horny indeed, slave. Although we have a few things to do before you’re ready to go out tonight.” He walked into the bedroom and returned, although I couldn’t see what he brought with him. “Tonight is going to be a special night. I’m going to extend your training and I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Suddenly I heard a buzzing noise. I freaked. “No Jer…I mean sir, I have to work. I don’t want that.”

Jeremy responded simply. “If you protest I will simply gag you. Got it?”

I didn’t get it and after telling him to stop and really stop, Jeremy duct taped my mouth. Ten minutes later I was staring at my bald head, my aching dick betraying my teary eyes.

Just when I thought he was done, Jeremy switched on the clippers again and removed my eyebrows. I tried to scream under the duct tape but Jeremy did not respond.

Finally, a thick rubber collar was padlocked to my neck and suit, sealing me back up. Jeremy told me he was going to remove the gag and that I was to shut up. If I did not shut up, he informed slyly that he could not guarantee photos of me in “interesting” positions wouldn’t find their way to my colleagues, friends and family.

To his pleasure and my fear, I said nothing when he removed the tape.

“You look good, slave. I like this new style on you. I may keep it. Now, tonight we are going to your favourite club. However, I cannot join you until later as I have more business to attend to. You will have to start without me.”

Jeremy said this as he released me from my chair bondage. He then attached a rubber bum bag around my waist. I looked at him surprised.

“Inside is the entry fee for the club. The guys at the door know you’re coming and they will collect it from you. I figure, if you leave now, you should be there by 9pm. It’s not too cold outside, but you should be warm enough in all that gear.”

Did I hear correctly? Go out? Like this? Sure, I had worn gear under clothes before, but I had not gone out fully geared. I dared to speak, begging Jeremy not to make me go outside like this. I was no longer turned on. I was scared. Really scared.

Jeremy gave me a menacing look. “After tonight you will know better than to speak unless spoken to. Let’s do something about that now.” Stunned, I stood there as Jeremy forced my mouth open with a ring gag and locked it at the back of my head. “Better, much better. Now, you’d better get going or you’ll be late. They are expecting you no later than 9.15pm.”

Jeremy opened the door and began ushering me out. I was freaking, trembling and crying. I tried to beg through the ring gag but Jeremy only nodded towards the door.

I was fucked. Well and truly fucked.