The installation Part6

Author: Cherubbsub
Title: The installation (Part6)
Date: 04 May 2016

‘I actually only have one key, and I don’t own a pick set, so I can actually let you out of anything which is locked on’ he looked up at me as he took each padlock as he tugged it reassuring me it was firmly and finally locked in place, keeping me in this total coverage gear.

‘I was going to get my way with you one way or another, but the reality is I am also a slave, as you are now, and I was instructed by my Master to get you into these fetters and deliver you to a new destination.

‘I have to take you across town as you are, because there is now way you can get out of this gear, I will also be in full rubber though, and your embarrassment will be hidden, no one can identify you and I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of this anyway, Guy started to seem a little unsure now.

He slipped his hood back on and took one final padlock, and snapped it to his own collar. Lastly he took a leash and clipped it to a ring somewhere under my chin and began to tug me toward the hotel room door.

I stumbled along and jangled with all the buckles, squeaked with the shiny rubber as each limb rubbed against it, my boots clomped along the floor.

Guy took my card out of the internal slot next to the door and opened the door, pulling me outside. I heard footsteps and wanted to back myself into the room again, as the ladies walking past stared at us in shock and then ran off whispering and giggling.

Guy tugged on my leash again and told me ‘behave yourself Gimp, it can be punished for disobedience you know, trust me I know!’

I walk forward, releasing the door and felt the breeze as it slammed shut.

We walked down the corridor and exited the hotel. Other guests of the hotel either awkwardly tried to avoid looking at us or being near us, or got a bit too close for comfort.

Out into the street was a complete head-rush and head-fuck too. Almost everyone was looking, though a few people walked past with headphones on completely oblivious to the commotion. Most people were taking photos of us, but especially me with all my straps and padlocks now glinting in the late morning sun.

Groups kept trying to stop us for a group photo, wanting to get their minutes of weirdness published on Facebook or whatever. Guy allowed some people to take my leash but thankfully only the hot guys.

We managed to get going and once we were striding along, me behind humbly shadowing Guy we weren’t so bothered by the selfie crowd.

At times we had to stop because of normal crowds and to cross the roads; I even saw an accident almost happen because the driver couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

After what felt like a few hours walking, my feet were getting hot and I was dripping with sweat. If I could look back I’m sure there would have been something like a slug trail of my own sweat giving anyone following us a perfect cookie crumb trail to our location.

I could see a few posters and big building around, the smell of food mingled with the scent of rubber covering my face making me feel a bit hungry and I looked up to see the familiar sight of the London eye.

I remember now, in my hazy dream like state last night I was hoping to take Guy to that art installation and that was near to the London eye. Is he taking me there anyway?

As I was pondering this we were walking past a short line of people and I could see and hear them all cheering us as we skipped to the head of the queue. Guy stood me there in full view and I could hear camera shutters and see flashes illuminating me even though the sun was reflecting off the buildings on the other side of the river.

We stood at the front of the queue for ages waiting when I was approached and a straw inserted into the front of my muzzle. I then felt the cool liquid entering my mouth slowly at first but quickening as I got used to the intake.

With my head held up high I could see the fascination of the crowd around me as I was being fed, people talking and discussing me. I felt surges course through my veins at being treated like an object. My dick tried to harden with no use.

I felt a tug at my leash once more and I was lead up some steps into the building, through the foyer and down several corridors.

I could hear the bustle of people again after some silent areas as we entered the installation area; the crowds were gathered around a few installations already in place. I could see the pieces in one corner being prepared, the artists being bound ready to be inserted, I wanted to see more. I could only see the back of a cloaked figure tending to a young girl in white bandages but nothing of serious note.

We continued to walk and people were mostly turning to look at Guy and his gimp being paraded through the areas.

We headed to one area which was cordoned off, and Guy then walked me past the velvet rope. I tugged back on my leash again, believing we weren’t to go that far and then I saw it.

On a table was a black statue, compact but definitely human shaped, like it was a man, kneeling or crouching down, arms wrapped around himself or perhaps behind his back and then covered in a thick rubbery armour that only vaguely revealed his features. Loads of tubes sprouting from the back of the almost featureless head section, with more tubes and wires leading off to various consoles.

The sight really turned me on immensely, if only I could get a hardon. I wish I could see how the person inside was installed.

Standing there in public, in full rubber, locked into my garments I began to relax a little, was this where my keys are, would I be stripped naked in public now or just displayed as a rubber gimp next to the lucky guy inside that piece of artwork? What would happen to Guy? We stood there facing the object for ages when it struck me that not only was this object extremely horny, it was also familiar.

It had a similar look to the other installations but the overall position and the tubes, wires….yes; this looks like my drawing, the one I sent to the artist all those months ago. He used my idea and then put someone else into it!! I cannot believe it! I have such mixed emotions now, my idea on display but I won’t get to experience it! Argh bollocks!! I huffed into my gag.

Just then the lights lit up our corner of the hall. And Guy led me around turning me to an audience which had grown to fill the entire room. Guy stood me positioned next to the object so I could see it and the cloaked figure made his way through the crowd.