I opened the box, the smell of rubber filled my nostrils and clouded my head in ecstasy. The sleek black suit beckoned to be filled and entrap a willing member to hold and torment. Tonight I would be that person.
I had gotten the suit secondhand from a gentleman I met at a kinky munch one town over. He had complimented my outfit and we had started discussing gear and it turns out he was selling a top-of-the-line rubber gimp suit complete with all the bondage gear able to lock the wearer inside. After chatting he brought me out to his car and seemed quick to offload it but for the price, I couldn't pass it up. The secondhand didn't bother me, in fact to know someone had been locked inside it before me, sweating, drooling behind the gag, and cumming, by the leftover smell in the crotch despite it being washed. All that added to my desire to become its next victim.
I hadn't gotten to use it yet, saving it for a special night as it was a bear to get on but there was a local rubber/BDSM night at a warehouse near me and that meant the perfect chance. It was an underground event I had learned about on Fetlife so masters, subs, and slaves would be there alike dressed in gear, restrained, and put on display or for ongoers to use.
I pulled the suit from its box and laid it out on the bed with its bondage accessories. The event was only three blocks over so I planned to simply walk to the warehouse, in addition to it being dark out a bound rubber gimp with the possibility of being seen by anyone driving by made my cock swell in my sweatpants.
Stripping I covered myself with oil and with some effort slipped into the smooth rubber suit. The weight felt as though it was pulling me down as I closed the zipper up the back vanishing beneath a rubber flap. Adding to the appearance was a rubber hood closing over my head with cutouts for my facial features. I had been transformed with just the start of the suit. The rubber cool and damp pressed every part of my body squeezing my muscles and pressing all thoughts out of my brain except for the erotic ones full of fantasy.
The tight suit stretched with my movements but also limited my reach and stride, not to mention pushing my cock which I had just locked in its steel prison up between my legs. A shiver ran down my spine as the cold metal pressed against my groin making sure it wouldn't be too easy for me to reach an orgasm tonight.
Next was a pair of heavy rubber combat boots laced up tightly giving my short stature an inch or two more but still able to be towered over by most. I loved being thrown around and dominated by tall men especially those in rubber. A tall black figure strapping me down and taking away any movement and control was one of my favorite fantasies.
I took a deep breath as I started my favorite part, the restraints. My cock pressed and swelled in its prison as I looked at the assortment of metal that would further immobilize me for the night. I needed to have enough movement to walk and see so I could get around the event but not too few restraints where I felt like I wasn't a fully bound gimp.
I grabbed the large rubber gag looping it through the buckles on my hood and locking it into place with a padlock pumping it up until my mouth tasted of only rubber and no noise could be heard past my lips. Added to the taste of last night's cum which I added to the gag as a little surprise for tonight, My heavy load covered my tongue and slid down my throat.
That was followed by a Metal collar latched around my neck locking with a click and a padlock secured to the front with a sizable chain locked to the D-ring in case someone decided they wanted to keep me close for the night. Ankle cuffs locked on top of my high boots making sure I could not run but only a short shuffle in addition to the boots not being able to be removed until the cuffs were released. Lastly, wrist cuffs padlocked on each wrist in front of me with only a few links in between allowing me to get a drink possibly, if I wasn't gagged but mostly nothing else.
I stepped in front of the mirror, from what I could make out from the few small holes in my mask for my eyes was a rubber gimp standing before me. No longer a person but a figure glistening head to toe in black dawned by smooth metal locking him down and holding him prisoner a second time in addition to the suit. The sight made me bend over and groan as despite my cock being caged I came inside the suit with a moan from behind my gag.
Great Now my suit already had cum in it and the night hadn't even begun. With the suit locked on any orgasms or restroom breaks would inevitably be taken inside the suit itself and only add to my misery or pleasure for the night.
With that, I carefully made my way out of the apartment slipping into the cool night making my way towards the party careful to avoid streetlights and leaving the safety of home farther behind me, as well as my keys to the restraints. Had to have a little fun and I had wanted to wear this suit for so long so being let out would simply ruin that.
I soon made my way around the corner and saw a few individuals making their way to the back door of the warehouse. Others dressed in leather-clad or a few naked except for their collar made their way past the bouncer inside the looming building. As I shuffled across the gravel and made my way to the door the large muscular man dressed in a leather military uniform stopped me and pulled me over to the side letting a Sir dressed in a silk nightgown parade past leading a gorgeous young blonde in. She was ball gagged, her lips sealed behind a bright red rubber ball and her hands encased in a leather armbinder behind her back, her ankles shackled the chains clanging on the concrete as she was led past.
"Stand here I'll be back in a moment".
His voice was gruff as he stepped inside for what seemed like longer than usual as I stood outside already getting some attention from others waiting to get in. In a moment he returned and beckoned me in wishing me a night of curiosity and fun.
As I stepped through the door the warehouse was filled with a red glow, the smell of leather mixed with the must of sex and sweat filled my nostrils punching through the smell of my own rubber suit. My chains rustled as I walked, quite a few masters and Slaves taking notice of me, or more importantly that I was not being led in by someone but was already restrained and ripe for the taking as some may put it. Honestly, I was hoping a hot Sir or mistress would take me home and Lock me in their closet or better yet a cell or cage overnight in my suit.
This show of exhibition caused me to have yet another orgasm filling my suit with more of my hot cum that pressed up against my crotch and down my leg as it was plastered between my already sweaty body and rubber cocoon. Doing my best to keep walking and not show what had just happened I sloped forward but I caught the idea a few in the crowd gathered what had happened.
