Author's Note: I always wished that I had the balls to go through with this


Chapter 1

Katherine and I had been school together for two years; I had fancied her from the first moment I saw her. There was something about her back then that I couldn’t quite put my finger on; over the next few years it became apparent she was very kinky.

When we had been out and about she would come out with statements like “have you ever thought dressing up like a woman when we go out, it would make me feel so horny to see people watching two women getting off with each other”

Another favourite of mine was “I was talking to a friend of mine last night, she said that she had found some handcuffs and a whip under her Mum and Dads bed, she though she might use them on her boyfriend. I would love someone to give me a goods spanking”

It doesn’t sound that exciting now but back then when I was a very inexperienced 17 year old, I didn’t know where to put myself

We had tried to have a normal relationship after getting together following two years of flirting but it never really worked out so before I went to university we decided to go our separate ways.

Completely by chance we bumped into each other four years later, she still looked amazing and I had got rid of my glasses, spots, and had bulked out somewhat. We went through the normal chitchat you do when you haven’t send someone for a while. She still had that naughty look in her eyes so I decided it was time to hatch a plan.

Over the next couple of weeks, we sent texts back and forward to each other covering all sorts of topics such as sexual fantasies, favourite outfits, best sex, unusual items used during sex etc but it was the topic of favourite outfits that really got her going though. I thought I would test the water by letting it be known that I had a latex cat-suit and asked her if she fancied wearing it, to my amazement she replied “for you, anything baby” You can imagine my reaction at that point.

We texted some more and I told her more about my collection; hoods, gags, collars, 5-inch heel thigh boots. She was never shocked by any of it, she wanted to be a part of the part of my life that I had kept secret for so long and I couldn’t wait to share it with her.

I told her to come to my house at 6:00pm on Saturday night and instructed her to wear the following clothing: a black corset, a mini skirt, black stockings, and the highest heeled black shoes that she possessed, she was also instructed not to wear any knickers. Her reply came back within seconds, “see you then, what will you be wearing?” to which my reply was “wait and see”

What I didn’t want her to know was that we would both wearing rubber that evening and lots of it as I had been out shopping for her and bought her a similar outfit to mine.

I was so excited and nervous all at the same time, like when you get that knotted feeling in your stomach; I started getting ready about 4:30pm. My latex suit is one of the ones with the attached hands and feet, it is not easy to put on as you have to lubricate the inside of it first and then gently work it over your skin being careful not to rip it. It is easier once your legs are in and you have pulled it over your crotch; I have some chord attached to the zip so that I can pull it up my back myself and to the top of the back of my neck once I have got my hands all the way to the bottom of the arm holes.

I just love the cool feeling when you first put rubber on, but I love the feeling of warming up inside it even more.

Given the fact that this was my first exposure, I thought I might as well go the whole hog and add some accessories; I buckled a red rubber under-bust corset around my waist as tight as I could so as to create a womanly curve to my black rubber suit. I then put on my 5-inch heel thigh boots; I just love these, it took me ages to learn to walk in them – I nearly broke my ankle the first time I put them on!

Next was one of my latex hoods, I chose one with eyes, nose, and mouth holes with a back zip and red trim around all of the holes; I would need to be able to see what I was doing when Katherine arrived and I would also need the use of my tongue. After that I put on a black 4inch rubber posture collar that buckled at the rear, I like to buckle it to the point where your eyes start to bulge – just enough to restrict your airflow but loose enough that you just move your head.

Well that was me ready; I was unbelievably horny by this point but resisted the urge to relieve myself as I knew that Katherine would be here soon. It was 5:30 so I set about preparing her other surprise.

My house was an old cottage so it had thick wooden beams supporting the upstairs. One of these beams had a number holes in it to which I had threaded a black nylon rope. The loop was through the centre hole with each end through a whole about a metre to the left and to the right of centre. On each end of the rope I attached very thick leather pad-lockable wrist cuffs, to the loop in the middle I attached a four-inch leather posture collar. I decided to use leather instead of rubber because it would need to carry Katherine’s weight when I had her locked into each of the cuffs and the collar.

Just as I was finishing attaching the collar, the doorbell rang – perfect timing!

I opened the door and was intrigued to see she had on a long black overcoat. I could just make out her very high black patent court shoes. She gave me a very quick look up and down and then said “well, aren’t you going to invite me in?” She very quickly removed her overcoat, she looked incredible and very tall, she was dressed exactly as I had requested but had added a few twists of her own; her corset was made of thick black rubber and was fastened so tightly that her breasts were pouring out of the top of it. Her very short skirt was also made of black rubber; it was so short that I could see the top of her stockings. She had her hair scraped back into a ponytail, her lips were painted a deep crimson colour, and her eye shadow was black – it gave her quite a sinister look.

“Well look at you,” she said as she hugged me and kissed my black rubber cheek. “Who would have thought that such a prominent person in the community would be into this kind of thing?” She circled around me caressing my black rubber buttocks as she did. When she had done a full circle, she grabbed hold of my bulging penis with one hand and pulled down the front zip of my suit with the other. Without hesitation she placed my glistening cock in her mouth and began to deep-throat me. After only a few seconds I exploded into her mouth, she swallowed every drop.

I then escorted her into the bedroom where I had laid out her outfit for the night, she immediately starting picking up bits of the outfit and placing them against herself and then checked herself out in the floor length mirror.

“I will leave you to change, when you have done so, make your way into the second room to the left of the front door but leave your corset on, I want to see what it looks like under your rubber suit”

At this point I really couldn’t believe that this was happening. Katherine was in my house, doing exactly what I wanted her to do, and about to be dressed in exactly what I wanted her to be dressed in.

It seemed like an eternity waiting to see her, but then I heard the click of her heels on the wooden stairs.

Her outfit was almost the same as mine; her black rubber suit highlighted all of her curves, as I knew it would. Her rubber hood had two additions to mine; there was an extra piece at the front that zipped up to cover her eyes and buckles on each side of her face to fit a gag to. I would save those bits until I had her in position.

“Before we carry on” she said “I want to kiss you, because I get the impression that I might not be able to soon” she grabbed hold of my black rubber buttocks and pulled me towards her planting her luscious crimson lips against mine through our rubber hoods, she tasted and smelled amazing – I will never forget it.

Not wanting to rush things onto the next stage, I thought it was time she had a little pleasure so I slowly undid the crotch zip of her suit exposing her freshly shaven pussy, it was sparkling in the candlelight. Very gently, I started to tease her and very quickly she started to thrust backwards and forwards onto my tongue. She started to get faster and faster until the point just before she was about to climax. I then pulled away, kissed her deeply on those luscious crimson lips again and then quickly inserted a large red ball gag into her mouth and buckled it to each side of her hood. I knew by the hmmphing noise she made that the gag was filling her mouth. She started to drool just before I pulled the zip up her face effectively blindfolding her; she was now completely covered from head to toe in black latex.

“Come over here and stand on this platform,” I instructed her. She slowly walked towards me with her hands stretched out so as to balance herself. I reached for her hand when she was next to the platform and guided her onto it. The platform was about ½ a metre high and would reduce in height 5cm per hour until it was at floor level.

I attached a leather cuff to her left ankle and another to her right and then attached an iron leg spreader to each of the cuffs; her ankles were now ½ a metre apart. I then placed her left hand into the cuff that was attached to the black nylon rope and padlocked it shut; I then placed her right hand into the right cuff and padlocked that one shut.

“Lift up your head” I instructed her, which she dutifully did – what a sight she now looked, almost finished.

It was now time for the final piece of bondage to be applied, to place her neck into the posture collar that was dangling from the middle of the rope; I placed it onto the front of her neck with one hand and then buckled it at the back with the other.

She was now completely restrained and mine to do with as I pleased. I saw that her juices had started to drip down the outside of the suit so before I inserted the vibrators, I cleaned her pussy out; I could hear her groaning from behind her gag and steadied her as she swayed backwards and forwards as she reached an almighty climax.

Time for her overnight pleasure and pain to begin. I inserted one vibrator into her pussy and then inserted another one into her arsehole; she resisted quite a bit but gave in in the end. I then locked each of them into position with a stainless chastity belt. They were each timed to operate when the platform lowered; not only would she be increasingly restrained but she would be climaxing at the same time.

The first hour passed quite quickly for me, I just couldn’t stop staring at her. Then the platform moved for the first time, lowering slowly taking up some of the slack in the rope. I was particularly pleased with the design as she had in effect a choice of where to take the slack – that was to start with anyway.

The second hour passed and the rope took up more tension, groans could again be heard from behind her ball gag, and then the started to shake as the vibrators kicked into action again. Seeing her swaying again and listening to her groaning, I just has to relieve myself.

Then came the third hour, it was becoming obvious that she would not last another one as the tension in the rope was such that I could see her starting to panic; her neck was being pulled upward and her toes were nearly off the ground, when the vibrators kicked in, she started to struggle quite violently. I decided enough was enough and lifted the platform back up the 15cm that it has dropped; Katherine almost collapsed when the tension was released. I undid the wrist cuffs, then the posture collar and finally the leg spreader. She put her arms round me and I lifted her onto the floor; I then pulled down the zip at the front of the hood and removed the gag. She stretched her mouth and then kissed me deeply; her first words being “that was the most intense experience I have ever had, thank you. Now make love to me and then it is your turn to go up there”


Chapter 2 (added: 03/24/2010)

When I woke up, I couldn't quite understand what had happened. I was completely unable to move and there was a strange buzzing noise all around me.

As I became more aware of my surroundings I suddenly realised where I was, I was in my full-length bondage bag and the buzzing noise was the vacuum cleaner that was sucking the air out of it effectively shrink-wrapping me in black rubber.

How the hell had I ended up in here as I struggled to see how tightly I was secured? Very tightly was the answer.

I started to think back over what had happened after I had released Catherine from her wrist, neck, and ankle cuffs. The last thing I remember was drinking champagne with Catherine after her bondage session. We were sat on the kitchen floor, still dressed head to toe in black rubber chatting about old times and how she wished that we had got things together a lot sooner than this "If I had known what you were really like behind that shy exterior, I would have been round here every night"

"The best things come to those who wait" I replied

My full-length bondage bag was made of thicker black rubber than you would find most suits made out of; it had a zip that ran the full length of it that could be drawn up and down from both inside the bag and out. This was one of the criteria I specified when purchasing it so that I could zip myself into it – as I often did. There is nothing better than at the end of a long hard day in the office, getting yourself dressed head to toe in rubber and then zipping yourself into a bondage bag.

When I would get into it myself and before I pulled the zip over my head, I was always very careful to make sure that the end of the breathing gag, I wore when I was in the bag, was securely fastened to the outside before I put the end that was shaped like a penis into my mouth; once done, I could pull the zip to close the bag and there I would lay with my own thoughts.

Occasionally I would add the vacuum cleaner to the attachment at the bottom of the bag and suck all of the air out of it; the vacuum would be plugged into one of those timers that you normally attach lamps to so that it started a short time after I had secured myself into the bag – and would stay on as long as I programmed the timer for.

On this occasion though, the bondage bag felt so much tighter that it ever had before and I was upright (not lying down as I would normally be), not only was I still dressed head to toe in my black rubber suit, I assume that I still had on the under-bust corset as my waist felt very tightly restricted. I think I was still wearing my black rubber hood with the eye, nose, and mouth holes although it was so hard to tell, as I couldn't see a damn thing! I definitely still had on my posture collar, as I couldn't move my head forwards, backwards, or side to side. My mouth was completely filled with the breathing gag; Catherine had obviously pumped it up so that the soft rubber cock that I normally felt in my mouth, was now hard and filled my mouth to the extent that I my tongue was pushed down, and my jaw forced open so wide that it was already starting to ache.

It also felt like there were straps wrapped around the suit as well, one was at my ankles, one at my knees, one at my waist and one at my at upper arms; so not only did I have the restriction of the deflated rubber bondage bag encasing me, I had these straps really tightly wrapped around me.

So, I was completely immobilised, hooded, gagged, collared, vacuumed, strapped – what other evil had she bestowed on me?

I could tell there was something up my arse but couldn't tell what it was until it started to vibrate gently; not only did it vibrate gently but it was starting to grow up my back passage.

This was not a piece of my equipment as far as I recalled, Catherine must have purchased this contraption in advance of our get together. I tried to figure out what exactly it was that she had fitted to me. It felt like there were a series of straps attached at my waist holding a small rubber butt-plug against my anus; this was no ordinary butt-plug though as when it started to vibrate it slowly extended up my bum and then equally as slowly it retracted – she had fitted a miniature fucking machine to me – what a saucy bitch she really was!!

I then realised that there was also something attached to my cock. This contraption appeared to be attached to the same framework as the butt-plug; it was basically a sheath that my cock was secured into and every time the butt plug moved in and out of my arse, the inner part of the sheath moved up and down my cock effectively wanking me very slowly. This was absolutely ecstasy but then all of a sudden it stopped; what had happened? Had it broken?

The vacuum cleaner then stopped and the bondage bag released me a little bit as the suction released; I heard Catherine's voice, "I told you it was your turn next but I was a little bit naughty and didn't tell you exactly what I was going to do you. I slipped "a micky" into your drink; the equivalent of a date rape drug – as that is what I am effectively doing to you isn't it?" I "hmmphed" a response from behind the gag.

"Good boy" she replied.

"Now I am going for a lie down as I am tired from my bondage and our love making, the timer for you bondage bag is set to come back on in 5 minutes and will continue until I release you when I wake up; the fucking machine that I attached to you will also continue until I release you but a word of warning if the sensor detects that you are approaching climax, it will stop fucking you, wait until you have calmed down and then start up again shortly afterwards – I want you to fill me when I release you – I don't want you to waste any of it"

"Oh, and another thing, you may have been wondering how it is that you are remaining upright? Well, you are also attached to the ropes hanging from the ceiling by a frame attached to your neck and shoulders; the platform is set to lower every hour as it was for me – don't worry you will not hang by the neck but you will eventually be suspended – that was the bit I enjoyed the most – just immediately before the point that I thought I was going to pass out. Now I am off to lie down but guess what I am not going alone, I have another surprise for you – I could tell by the way that you always looked at Kate that you fancied her, putting two and two together I figured that you would like to see the two of us together?"

Oh my god, I thought I had died and gone to heaven when Catherine told me this but what a bitch that I was not going to be able to join in.

"Good evening Mr H" I heard Kate say, "what a fantastic sight you are hanging from the ceiling in that black rubber bondage bag, I bet you would like to know what I am wearing wouldn't you?"

All I could do was, yes you've guessed it, "hmmmph"

"I will take that a yes then"

"Well, lets start at the bottom and work up shall we?"

Like I had any choice in the matter

"I have chosen red tonight, I think it fits my mood better than black – Red rubber stockings that fit me tightly up to the top of my thighs, five inch high red patent court shoes, a six point suspender corset, a tiny little red rubber thong that only just covers my pussy which of course is freshly shaved. I also have long red rubber gloves on and to finish the whole outfit I have red rubber pony girl hood with a cut out face and a four-inch red rubber posture collar. Lets not forget the six inch red rubber strap on that I also have attached to my waist, just waiting for me to give Catherine a good seeing to and then maybe you later if you are a good boy"

I could imagine her rubbing herself all over as she described each item to me.

I then felt them both rubbing the outside of the bag up and down, the more I struggled and swayed backwards and forwards the more I could hear the pair of them laughing at me – "you can struggle as much as you want but you won't get out" and then all of a sudden the vacuum starting up again sealing me tighter than ever into the black rubber bondage bag at the same time as the platform dropped for the first time – who knew how long I would be in it for...