The Smell of Leather Part 4

Author: Cherubbsub
Title: The Smell of Leather Part 4
Date: 20 December 2015

I support myself whilst a leather suit is positioned onto my lower half, both rubbermen have erect cocks and are not touching themselves, like I’d thought they would.

I assist, but prevent myself from getting in their way, dressing my rubber clad, wrinkle free form with it next layer of tight, form fitting leather.

I can see now from my next camera angle that this suit is thick leather, lined with the same skin as the outside, so it’s doubly thick and restrictive, stretch panels are conspicuous by their absence, and this suit again seems to be tailored for me, my body shape and size.

One of the rubbermen gets on his knees and starts threading a lace down the inside of the legs, pulling tightly on the leather, closing it up on my leg pulling it tight and wrinkle free. Only my feet seem to be free to roam away from the delights of leather encapsulation.

But no sooner had I said this to myself, that tall 30 hole boots appear, rugged and well worn, broken in by some hot skinhead no doubt, stomping his way around clubs with subby bois chasing him round endlessly.

After my other leg is encased, the men work on fitting me into the boots which come up to my knees and look incredible with their white laces perfectly aligned and professionally tightened.

The rest of the leather suit, in one single heavy piece, is lifted up so I help my own rubber clad form into the sleeves and settle the suit perfectly on my shoulders. The suit is then noticeable for its form fitting nature and only possible to be laced up, enclosing my body tighter and tighter with every pull of the lacing. My arms, also encased in leather down to the wrists laced up to perfection, mirroring my rubber clad layer and restricting my movements visibly, even though my mind is clearly now trained to be precise and efficient in its movement.

Leather gloves are now being helped onto me by the rubbermen at the same time, grasping each hand and enveloping the rubber gloved hand on each side in a layer of leather. Finishing off the gloves is a lacing system on the gauntlet that again is smooth, but almost runs up to the elbow, preventing any possible overlap, the only bit of rubber now exposed is my rubber engorged penis and balls hanging proudly to attention this whole time, neatly encircled by a reinforced steel ring in the leather suit and my rubber hooded head.

Camera angle changes once more to a close up of my rubber encased head, I can pore over the detail on the hood and marvel at the fact it has no seams, it appears molded and with small, but perfectly formed, eyeholes, noseholes and mouthhole, it copies my facial features exactly, not allowing any overlap of rubber and skin besides the pink of my lips and my eyelids.

‘Gimp, mouth open’ I’m ordered, and almost before the word ‘open’ is verbalised, my mouth is gaping wide ready to accept the rubber gag being inserted, but what I see being forced past my teeth isn’t what I thought, a set of upper and lower gum shields with a hole for my tongue set in the middle and a tube going 6 inches INTO my mouth and 3 inches out, I can’t feel the tube going down my throat right now but I guess I could be in a different situation? Maybe I’m watching something that occurred last year? After all how long did it take me to get that fit?

I hear a rustle and the leather hood appears and is fitted to me, enveloping my head. My eyes unblinking stare into space as the hood is adjusted, tube poking from the hole at my mouth just big enough, this hood seems to be designed exactly for this purpose, eyeholes matching my rubber hood and nostril holes lining up perfectly.

Camera changes again and I see the back of my head being secured into the hood, again embraced by the feeling of leather I revel in how I’m being encased, tighter and tighter the laces are pulled, I can see the hood stretching out and fitting my skull millimetre perfect, with each edge of the leather enclosing my head coming to meet the other at it’s tightest most form fitting point and being secured with the lacing which seem to appear crafted to fit my skull perfectly like it was intended to be there always, knowing a rubber encased head was beneath.

Camera changes once more to a head-cam on one of the rubbermen, who seems to be threading the top of the suit to the collar of the hood. Again I’m in awe at the amount of effort going into how I’m being treated! This is such a treat, why can’t I remember this happening?

With the lace threaded, the gaps are finally closed and my body enclosed in its final layer.

‘Next layer’ the rubbeman without the head-cam exclaims!