Rubber Loving Part III

Author: kinkyaussieboi
Title: Rubber Loving Part III
Date: 19 September 2010

Part III Rubber Loving

You just never truly understand how judgemental people can be in our society until you walk down a busy street wearing a rubber suit with mitts, rubber booties, a ring gag and a head minus eyebrows or hair. Jeremy, or rather Sir, is one twisted man.

So many stares, laughter and people who had felt it was their place to stop me and explain what a freak I am. I kept cursing myself for getting into all of this. Being perverted at home is one thing, but this was something entirely different!

At first I cowered in a side street near our apartment, reluctant to go outside the way I was. Pretty soon, however, Jeremy came up behind me and whispered that I should get moving or else he’d make my night far worse than he had already planned. Scared and having jumped nearly ten feet at him slinking up behind me, I began moving. I did try and beg through the gag yet again, but Jeremy only laughed as the drool ran down my chin and onto the pavement. We finally parted with Jeremy stating coldly that I was running out of time. The club was expecting me.

I had never been so embarrassed in all my life. As much as you might fantasise about having this done, I can assure anyone reading this that it is not the horny experience you think it is. It could have been worse I guess, at least nobody threw anything at me. I think most people, even those who called me names, were more shocked than outraged.

Luckily I was able to avoid the part of town where all the hetero guys hang out and party on weekends. God only knows what might have happened if I’d wandered down King Street! A trip to the emergency ward no doubt.

Eventually I arrived at the club doors on Grovelly Road. I got quite a few more stares from people waiting outside. However, this time the stares were more about wonderment and awe than criticism. One guy - a quite attractive one judging by his flawless face and nicely filled out chest bulging through his leather police shirt – patted me on the back and told me how incredibly hot I looked. I tried to thank him through the gag, the drool gushing from my mouth by this stage, but to no avail. He laughed and said he could remove it for me, but before he reached behind a voice bellowed for him to stop immediately.

The man at the door, Shaun I think it was, gruffly told the attractive guy to leave the slave alone. The guy quickly got back into the club’s line and apologised. Shaun looked at me, smiled and welcomed me.

“Slave, you’re just in time. Have you got your entry fee?”

I nodded towards my rubber pouch that Jeremy had attached earlier. Shaun opened it up, resisting his obvious urge to toy with me at that moment.

“Perfect, you may enter.”

I began to walk towards the door but Shaun stopped me.

“Patrons use that door. Employees or guest workers must use the back door. Go around the side.”

I looked at him with confusion. What on earth did he mean to use the back door? I don’t work for the club!

“I can see you don’t understand. Your master has hired you out for the night to our little establishment. I trust you don’t mind or you wouldn’t be geared up and standing before me, would you? Now, go around the back and you’ll be given your jobs for the night. Don’t stand here loitering now, go!”

I made my way around back, again cursing to myself as to what I had gotten myself into. Knowing the reputation of the club I was sure to be in for a very uncomfortable night. As I approached the door I felt a wave of nervous excitement overcome me. I just hoped they didn’t expect me to do anything too extreme!

***

I was taken inside by a guy I had never seen before at the club. I guess this was because I am normally a patron rather than an employee. He seemed nice enough and was dressed pretty ordinary considering the kind of place it was. The first thing he did was undo my ring gag and wipe the drool from my chin. I thanked him and stretched my jaw, which had started getting sore. He took me into what I suppose was a small dressing room to the left and instructed me to remain still while he shuffled about and removed things from draws in the walls. Before I knew it I was de-collared, hooded and re-hooded and lead through the back part of the club. I said nothing, having been instructed to remain silent and was at least thankful I no longer had a gag in.

Just as I was about to be lead through a new door, a voice came from behind us.

“Hey, Tim, we’ve had a cancellation tonight and this one needs to go through to the right.”

“No problem,” he called back. “Right, slave, you’re in for a real treat tonight. Follow me.”

Like I had a choice? I was soon led into a darkened room with black tiled walls and minimal red lighting flickering above. I could just make out what I thought were benches by the longer wall to the side. But before my eyes could adjust I was blindfolded and told to stand still. The door closed behind us with a thud.

“Right, I need to prepare you a little slave, so behave yourself and I guarantee you will enjoy the night. Close your eyes.”

I did so and he removed the blindfold only to pull a new eyeless hood over the top of the one I was wearing. The hood seemed heavy and a tube went into my mouth. The hood did not appear to have any nose holes and I was forced to breath through my mouth. Tim locked up the back of my hood with a zip and several straps before moving me over to what turned out to be some kind of seating by the wall.

I easily sat in what seemed to be quite a comfortable chair made of rubber, or at least I suspected it was rubber. My wrists were shackled to the arms of the rubber chair and my legs were spread out and shacked as well. I could not move at all. Just when I thought I was all set up, the back of my collar was attached to the seat, keeping my head in place as well.

“All set,” said Tim. “You’re pretty lucky, most slaves don’t get to sit down at this place. You must have pulled some strings or something!”

I didn’t bother responding as I knew with the breathing tube I wouldn’t be able to say much that could be heard.

“Right, I am now going to attach the last piece to you.” Tim then attached something to the outside of my tube. “All set. Now I have to do a couple of things but I will check on you during the night. Remember to swallow fast because your hood has no nose holes. See you in a bit slave.”

I was momentarily left wondering what he meant by swallow fast. I quickly got my answer as the bitter, warm taste of urine flowed into my mouth.

The horror of it all overtook me and I tried to break free, but to no avail. I hate piss, I absolutely hate it! Jeremy knows it too. After a minute or so I slumped in the chair and accepted the next flow and the next and the next…

***

Upstairs, Sir Jeremy entered the club dressed in full leathers and boots. Dragged behind him in a rubber suit and booties was an attractive 23 year old with a freckled face.

To be continued…