I had not taken a vacation the last few years and now I was flying out of the country, to Canada, for ten days. I told my family and friends that I was going to northern California and the Pacific Northwest. The reason for the lie was that I was going to spend the week with a Dominatrix as her slave boy. A secret I have kept from my family and friends. I had met her on the Internet and we had chatted on-line as well as spoken a few times over the phone. She was single, Dominant, into bondage and was a member if a B&D club. She assured me that my fantasies of public humiliation and bondage would become realities, a long way from home.

The plane landed, I claimed my bag and headed off to find a cab to my hotel. After checking in and finding my room I called my new friend, Ginger. She answered on the first ring. She said that she would be there in one hour and that I needed to be ready. I was to go out in the hall and retrieve a box she had left there and follow the instructions. The box contained police style handcuffs, a pair of ankle cuffs and a padlock.

I took a shower and got dressed into my bondage outfit. Today I would wear a white spandex body suit, black leather corset, and black leather thigh high boots with five inch heels, black leather opera length gloves and a black leather bondage hood. After getting dressed I locked the ankle cuffs on, they were like a large pair of handcuffs and the chain had been shortened to about five inches. Next I put a red ball gag in my mouth and pulled on my helmet. It had no eye or mouth openings, only two holes over my nose to breathe through. I used the padlock to lock the attached collar around my neck. With out thinking I put my hand behind my back and locked the handcuffs on.

I had never used handcuffs for self bondage because they were very uncomfortable and almost impossible to get off even if you had the key. But today I did not have the key to the cuffs or to the padlock. I was locked up and forced to wait for my new friend who I had never met. The minutes seemed like hours and I tried to figure a way out of my situation. Then there was a knock on the door. I got up and hobbled my way to the door and opened it. A female voice introduced herself as Ginger. She began to push me backwards until I reached the bed and fell.

There was more than one person in the room. They were talking to each other but the helmet cut down on my hearing. They moved me to the middle of the bed and placed me on my stomach. One of them checked my handcuffs, ankle cuffs and the padlock in my helmet. They helped me stand up and lead me out of the room and into the parking lot. There they forced me into the back seat of their car and put me into a hogtie position. We drove around for what seemed like two hours. When we stopped I was lead into the basement of a house or condo.

There I was un-cuffed with the exception of my helmet and ordered to strip. At the hotel I had showered and shaved off all of my body hair with the exception of my eye brows. One of the women began to apply talcum powder all over my body. Then they both helped me step into a rubber cat suit. I was told to make fists out of my hands as I slid them down the sleeves. The rubber cat suit had a zipper that started below my belly button, ran through my crotch and up the center of my back to behind my neck. I was covered in rubber from my toes to my neck with both hands forced into tight fists by the mittens at the end of each sleeve. The rubber was warm and restrictive; even if I was able to reach the zipper at the back of my neck there was no way to grab hold of it without use of my fingers.

Ginger had me sit on a chair and said she would talk me through every step from now on so I could enjoy this as much as they were. She removed my helmet so I could watch what she was doing. Ginger and her assistant both wore black cotton coveralls and a surgical type mask over their nose and mouth. I noticed the cat suit had an attached hood that for now hung down on my chest.

She said first lets get those hands secured, separately each of my arms were slipped into black patent leather bondage mitt with a zipper up the side, there was something wet and slippery on the inside. They sipped up to above my elbows and had two inch wide wrist cuffs attached. Ginger removed the zipper pulls and said she did not want these coming off. What she did next kind of concerned me. She ran a tube of glue the length of the zipper and smoothed it out with a surgical gloved finger. I was told to put my hands behind my back where they were secured with a padlock.

Ginger said now lets get those legs covered up, have you ever worn ballet boots she asked. I shook my head, no. The assistant slipped my foot into one of the ballet boots to check the size, then took it off and went behind me some where. She returned a second later with the boot and they both worked on getting it on. I noticed there was something wet on the inside of the boot just like the bondage mitts. The boot was an eight inch heel patent leather ballet boot with a zipper on the inside of my leg that ran from the ankle to half way up my thigh. They returned with the second boot and put it on the same as the first. Just like the bondage mitts she ran a bead of glue into the length of each zipper on the boots and removed the zipper pulls.

While her assistant lifted my arms up Ginger worked on the zipper to my cat suit that ran down my back. I was able to watch in a mirror as she ran a bead of the glue down the zipper from the back of my neck to the small of my back. With their help I was told to stand up and to take a deep breath and hold my stomach in. They wrapped a black patent leather corset around my waist and struggled to sip it up. Once they were sure that it fit they removed it and Ginger stayed there to hold me up, there was no way I would have been able to stand without her assistance. A few seconds later the assistant returned with the corset and they put it back on me. Once again Ginger applied the glue to the zipper and used a pair of pliers to remove the zipper pull. They each took turns holding me up while the other stepped back to admire their work.

I was able to see what I looked like in the mirror, it was amazing. They sat me back down in the chair and strapped my legs together with a couple of belts, one at the ankle and one at the knees. Ginger pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me. Her assistant removed my ball gag and I was able to stretch my sore jaw. She asked if I liked my outfit and my bondage. I said yes but the corset was a little tight and made breathing a little hard. She said I would get use to it. Before I could say anything she cut me off and asked if I was ready to continue. Not that I had a choice, I said yes.

I was told to close my eyes. From behind the assistant applied two latex patches, one over each eye and held them there for a minute. When she let me go the patches were stuck and I was unable to open either eye. I could feel the rubber hood being stretched over my head and heard the sipper closing. I could tell that my mouth was not covered by the hood and I could breathe through my nose. I could feel them fumbling with the zipper that ran from the back of my head down to my neck.

I could tell from her voice that she was sitting in front of me again. Ginger said now she would explain what was going on, that I was to listen and not interrupt her. She said that she was a Head Hunter of sorts, hired by dominants and sadists to find them willing submissive. She explained that I was to be a rubber boy toy to a group of Dominant females. Apparently the male subs they found on-line were not willing to do what they had in mind. So I was hired to find a male sub, willing or not. They wanted a male sub that they could keep in heavy rubber bondage for two weeks, while on vacation. The more she told me the more scared I got.

She said everything was planned out weeks in advance and my outfit was custom made. The cat suit was made with extra rubber behind the zipper so that when she applied the epoxy to the zipper it would not get on my skin. Also the insides of my boots and bondage mitts have been painted with glue and the zippers epoxied. The helmet has no eye openings only nose holes and a mouth opening. It has been glued down around your neck and the zipper covered in epoxy. For your eye patches we used regular super glue. Supposedly your body oils, sweat and tears, from what they said they wanted to do to you will definitely be crying, should dissolve the glue.

By now I was beginning to panic and hyperventilate. I begged her not to do this. She just laughed at me and said she had been paid a lot of money. They forced something soft into my mouth. It was a blow up ball gag and it filled my mouth completely. I was unable to breathe around it. Then they put a second heavy rubber hood over my head and secured it with a posture collar that was locked with a pad lock. The clients had the only key.