"Wait here until my shift ends in an hour then we can go back to your home." Clair informed him.
Chris found a chair nearby and parked himself with his thoughts racing around his mind on how to escape the situation he found himself in. Clair had his clothes in a bag behind the counter so getting back into them seemed improbable, he supposed he could just do a runner out the door but dressed as he was in the satin and rubber raincoat with nothing else on apart from the panties was not really a valid option. Also he had no money or credit card as they were with his clothes and not obtainable. Walking home was out of the question as he was about five miles away. So it looked like he had to follow Clair's wishes for the time being.
The hour passed very slowly for him and to add to the humiliation quite a few shoppers gave him some very strange stares, a couple of them asked if he was OK. He mumbled a reply to indicate he was alright, but mainly kept his head down to avoid eye contact.
Clair, having finished he shift said to Chris, "OK rubber boy, let's go. On our way back to my place we need to get some super glue." Chris did a double take "What the hell do you need glue for?" "Never mind you will find out soon enough."
They reached Clair's car and she gave him his keys so he could drive them to her home, she let him push back the hood of the coat so he could see properly and the drove off stopping only at a hardware store to get the super glue. Clair placed her hand on his thigh and slowly massaged it achieving the anticipated result of his dick growing to an impressive erection. She then moved her hand under the raincoat to gently stroke his member, she could feel the heat even through the satin panties. It was not long before Chris lost control and ejected what seemed like a pint of semen thoroughly soaking the panties. "Now you see why we needed four pairs because there will be a lot of this sort of thing."
Chris thought 'Well if I have to be abducted then it may be quite enjoyable so let's see where this is going, but I am concerned about the super glue.'
On arriving at Clair's home they parked the car in the garage and she led him into her house and straight up to her spare bedroom. Chris thought 'This is where it looks like I get to actually screw her, so this can't be all bad.' But that is not what happened as Clair pushed him onto the bed and told him to lay down on his back. She lifted his raincoat and pulled down the very wet panties and dried him off with an old towel. She folded back the front of the raincoat and retightened the waist belt, she took a second belt from the second coat and fastened it tightly around his legs just above the knees. The third belt she fastened around his ankles.
She took the super glue, removed the cap and asked Chris to move his arm a little way from his body and ran a line of glue along the inner part of the sleeve then pressed it against his side instantly fixing it to the side if the raincoat. She repeated this on the other side giving the result of Chris being helplessly confined not able to move his arms. Clair pulled the hood over his face as far as it would go and clipped the edges together with bobby pins. Next she took the second raincoat and placed it over him so it was sort of on backwards like a cape, she rolled him over to enable her to bring the front of the coat to his back, did the same to the other side and buttoned it up. Rolled back on his back again she pulled the hood smoothly over his head.
Chris was totally encapsulated in two layers of rubber lining, his sight was totally lost in the darkness of the hoods, and only the sense of the rubber aroma was evident to him until he felt the pressure of Clair's hand on his dick very slowly stroking it through the layers of the coats. Chris was just ready for another climax when she stopped.
"So Chris, this is how it is going to be for a day or so, I gave you a hand job a couple of times to get you feeling OK with me, but now it is my turn for enjoyment. Men just want to get off without much concern for the girl and her needs, often climaxing before her so now you will feel just how it is."
At that she left the room and Chris could hear the door close and a lock turning. 'If only I could get a hand free I will finish of what she started and then get out of here.' But the glue was not giving an inch and his arms remained imprisoned in the raincoat sleeves. He managed to roll over onto his stomach but that didn't achieve anything other than make him more uncomfortable, so he rolled back over facing the ceiling ones again.
It seemed forever before Clair returned and asked how he was going, "Well how do you expect with me being trussed up like a turkey against my will?"
"Firstly I find it hard to believe it is against your will as dressed in two layers rubber and dominated by a women, how much better can it be?"
