After a busy day at work I eventually left the office later than normal, I headed to the local train station to catch a train home. Things were clearly not going in my favour as I soon discovered that all trains had either been delayed or cancelled due to an earlier incident at another station nearby. I decided that instead of waiting for a train that I would use the buses. After working out which ones I needed to get home I eventually managed to catch one to begin my journey home. I'd forgotten how long the journey was and after some time I dozed off to sleep.
I awoke suddenly when I felt the bus lurch to a stop and the driver announced that the bus terminated at this stop and all passengers had to get off. I got off the bus and looked around trying to see if I could recognise the area. I crossed the road and noticed a sign of the side of building saying "Custom Leather & Rubber." Forgetting for the moment that I didn't know the area well my curiosity got the better of me and I walked down the side street.
About halfway along the street I found a door with "Custom Leather & Rubber" and an open sign below it. I pushed the door open and walked through into a small hallway. There were pictures on the walls showing different types of leather and rubber fetish gear. There was a door in front of me which I pushed open and saw some stairs leading down. As I walked down the stairs the pictures on the walls showed men modelling a selection of leather or rubber outfits.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs the large room they led to was filled with a vast selection of leather and rubber gear. I stood transfixed for a few seconds until I heard a deep masculine voice say "Welcome."
I shook myself and turned towards the voice I had heard. The man I saw was muscular, cropped hair, dressed in tight black leather jean, black boots, and a tight rubber vest which showed off his body perfectly. His very presence in the room seemed to demand respect from anyone.
"Have a look around and ask if you need help with anything," he continued.
I nodded and replied "Thank you." I walked around the store, seeing a variety of restraints from collar and cuffs, hoods and all other sorts of items. A little while later I had found a selection of rubber suits, ranging from tight singlet's, t-shirts and shorts to full body suits. I picked up one of the full suits looking at it wondering how it would look and feel if I wore it.
"You can try that on if you want?" said the man.
"What here?" I replied nervously.
"Sure, and while you strip let me get some other items you will want to try. The changing room is in the corner," He said.
I found myself walking to the changing area and I wondered what he meant by other items. When I got there I spotted a hooks and loops at different places around the room. I assumed that these were to hang some of my clothing.
I was just beginning to have second thoughts when the curtain was pulled back and the shop assistant was standing there. I was shocked by his sudden appearance and was about to say I didn't wish to try the suit on.
"I thought I told you to strip," he said sternly. "Or I'll strip you myself." He moved towards me and I realised that I'd not be able to prevent him from doing so. I slowly and reluctantly started stripping. He moved next to me, grabbed my head and slapped my face hard. "When I give you an order boy, I expect it to be obeyed. Now strip."
My face stinging from his hard slap I quickly finished striping and stood naked before him. He then handed me a tub with some clear jelly in and told me to rub it all over my body. It was a type of lube and applied a generous amount over my body. He then handed me a suit and told me to pull it on.
The suit slid on easily with the lube and I quickly managed to slide into the suit. I hadn't noticed but the suit had a collar attached. The assistant pulled the zip up to the collar, slipped it though a loop and buckled it snuggly around my neck. I was so surprised and raised my hands to the collar only to hear a loud heavy click of a padlock being closed.
"Yes boy you're locked in that suit until I choose to release you," said the assistant. "Now all we need to do is to give the drug in my special lube to take effect and you'll be far more obedient."
I struggled trying to pull the collar loose but he grabbed my wrists pulled them behind my back and cuffed them. He then snapped a length of chain to the back of the collar and attached the other end to one of the rings hanging from the ceiling. I pulled for a few moments but realised I wasn't going anywhere soon.
It was then I started to feel a warm tingling sensation which soon spread throughout my body. I wanted to fight this wonderful feeling but it continued to grow. Soon it was too much effort to fight it. I heard a voice whispering in my ear but I couldn't understand the words being spoken. It was so much easier to let the words enter my head and not have to think.
The voice belonged to the assistant and he was whispering phrases such as "Rubber makes you submissive and obedient," "you obey men dressed in rubber," "you are a slave to rubber men," "I am your Master, and you are my slave." These phrases and others were played over and over into my totally open and receptive mind.
I don't know how long I stood helplessly as my mind was taken away from me but I slowly became aware of the words being spoken and as I heard them I knew them to be true. As my eyes opened and I saw myself in the mirror dressed in the full rubber suit I began to feel very submissive and wanting to obey.
I then saw a man dressed in tight rubber something seemed familiar to me but I couldn't think what it was.
"So slave, who am I?" asked the man before me.
I recognised his voice and reply "You are my Master."
"Good Boy." A sudden rush of pleasure flowed through me as I heard these words.
"Why are you wearing rubber slave?"
"Rubber makes me submissive and obedient, Master," I answer.
"And who do you obey slave?"
"I obey men dressed in rubber, Master."
"Excellent slave, I see you responded well to your reprogramming. So much better to accept it and obey isn't it slave?" my Master asks.
"Yes Master, thank you Master," I reply.
I feel the chain being unfastened from the ring in the ceiling. I quickly drop to my knees, spread them apart, lower my head and my hands remain cuffed behind my back. This position seems right for me to assume when in Master's presence.
Master stands and I can hear him moving but I keep my head lowered. He walks around me and strokes and feels my rubbered body. His touch sends tiny electric shocks through me almost making me gasp with pleasure.
He moves behind me once again and after a few moments I see something being lowered over my face. It's some sort of hood which he quickly pulls on, fastens it tightly, and with another collar locks it firmly in place. My wrists are released from the cuffs but as I watch Master puts some heavy leather mitts onto my hands which are also buckled tight and locked in place.
Master lifts my head and I look at the figures in the mirror. I see my handsome Master and what appears to be a dog dressed in tight black rubber. I realise that the rubber pup is in fact me. I try and speak, to thank my Master but the only sound I can make is a loud "Woof."
I sit on my back legs and puzzled for a few seconds as I try and remember how to speak. The longer I look at the pup in the mirror I begin to forget how to speak and to think more like the pup I now am. I bark contentedly so that my Master will be pleased with me.
"Good Pup," I hear my Master say. I bark happily in reply. I lose all sense of who I am. The only thing that concerns me is to be the best pup I can be for my owner.
Master then holds up a tail butt plug and says, "Let's get your tail in pup." I bark happily and present my ass to my master. I feel the suit being opened near my ass and the plug being pushed in. As it pushes in and my hole grips the plug firmly and although I have never had anything in my ass before I find I really like it and bark contentedly.
"Ahh so pup likes his tail, good pup," Master says patting and stroking my body. "Well pup it's getting late and you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow so let's put you to bed." Master walks over to a heavy steel pup cage, the floor of which is covered with a rubber covered mat and a water bowl in one corner. Master opens the cage and points, "In you go pup," he says.
I crawl into the cage which is only large enough for me to remain on my knees or to curl up on the mat. I curl up and watch as Master closes the cage and places a heavy padlock through the bolt which he then closes and locks shut.
I hear Master walking away from the cage and soon after the lights in the store are turned off. As I lie there my senses are filled with the smell and feel of rubber which begins to feel like a second skin.
