A Visit to Ample's

My hands were cuffed together between my legs and again to the cross beam of the chair, forcing me to bend over with my face angled down to the floor staring at the carpet. A bright red ballgag filled my mouth, drool pouring out from behind sliding down my smooth rubber-clad body. Between my boots sat my computer, on it an Ample's RubberHouse video. The poor boy on screen was covered from head to toe in rubber and wearing a muzzle underneath his dog hood. Tightly bound in a straightjacket his erect cock sprang out from beneath the sea of black making it very centered on the screen. A locking anal plug invaded his rear padlocked to a chain tethered to the ceiling. The poor dog deaf and blind under the hood with no use of his hands, was forced to kneel or stand. A mechanical winch pulled the chain up at random times forcing him from his knees back to his feet. And the best part, It was all live!  

The chain rattled and pulled taught as the bound rubber prisoner leaned over standing on his tiptoes as he let out a muffled cry, the sight was too much for me as my cuffed hand gave one last jerk, as a huge load spewed upward from my cock covering the cold steel trapping my wrists in a warm embrace.  

I panted behind my gag trying to catch my breath and profusely sweating under my second skin as I had been going at it for almost half an hour now.  

As I looked down I saw the door open and my dream Dom himself enter. He wore a shiny black suit with navy blue striping down the sides. From a leather belt around his waist hung cuffs, a pecker gag, and a few short lengths of chain, rattling as he walked.  

His boots echoed across the concrete as he made his way over to the prisoner, releasing the boy as he collapsed to the floor, in pain and tired but in bliss. As Ample stepped up to the camera his dark green eyes were the only thing visible beneath his rubber hood. He held up a QR Code, with my hands still cuffed. I managed to reach and screenshot it on my computer before the livestream ended and the screen went dark.  

Once free I took a long hot shower and was still a bit sore. I sat down with some tea and opened my computer, scanning the QR code and opening the link. My eyes widened, filled with devious thoughts. Before me was the chance of a lifetime.  

The link opened a special page to a form for a paid trip to come play with Ample for a special two-night stay at his rubber house.  

Ample was one of the largest Bondage creators in the gay community, especially in the rubber and pup scene. His videos were the stuff of dreams, Chains, cuffs, straining ties, cages, punishment, and torture. And of course rubber on top of rubber, the more layers he always said the better. However, he never uploaded videos, only live broadcasts at random times so if you weren't tuning in you would miss it. His location was unknown and would only play with subs he personally knew or were also big creators with their own followings or experience and photos/videos to back them up.

My mind started to race, how many people had scanned the code? Not many as it was on screen for only a few seconds and once the livestream ended it was gone. I had almost no real hope of getting chosen but it was worth a shot. I spent all night filling out interests and adding photos and videos of my gear and me in bondage. Lucky for me I had done a few photoshoots and bondage videos with a few others who had some more gear so my catalog was larger than most others.  

The rules were very simple, anything you listed as an interest was fair game. You would be transported in secret to the facility and not allowed to know the location. And lastly, there would be a full 48 hours of bondage with no breaks and no tapping out. Once arrived you were required to serve out your sentence whether you wanted to or not. Oh, and the full 48 hours would be live-streamed of course.  

My dick about exploded in my pants reading that last part. There was something kind of hot to me about relinquishing all control that really turned me on.  

I hit submit and hoped for the best.  

It had been a few days and I had honestly pushed it to the back of my mind, Amle had not uploaded any more videos and my mind had been busy elsewhere with work. However, that changed when upon arriving home from work late Thursday afternoon and stepping into my apartment. There was a black envelope lying on the floor, it had been slipped under the door and was lying just a few steps in the middle of the kitchen. Picking it up I turned it over to see the logo for Ample stamped into the wax seal holding the envelope shut. My heart skipped a beat. I tore it open pulled the note out and started to read.  

"Congratulations pup Kenno you are the lone lucky dog who gets to visit the RubberHouse. There is a black van in slot 13 of the parking garage on the lower level of your building. In it, you will find a rubber suit, a hood, anal plug, wrist and ankle cuffs, and a gag. You have twenty minutes. You are to be suited and bound in the back by then. This is your only chance."

My heart dropped, this was wild but I had to. I dropped my work bag and keys making sure to type in the door pin and lock it behind me as I sprinted down the stairs to the parking garage.  

I was out of breath when I made it to the garage turning the corner from the stairwell. I saw the black transit van parked in spot number 13 just as stated. Squinting I saw no one was in the driver's seat and I approached the side door. Sliding it open I saw a box on the floor with my gear as described. A pair of handcuffs dangled from the ceiling being bolted to the roof of the van.  

Without hesitating I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. From the dim light through the windshield I could barely make out what was in front of me but I had no time to waste. I pulled the suit out, grabbed the provided bottle of lube, squirted it in and stripping was able to get it on without much difficulty.  

It fit snugly maybe a bit too tight but I wasn't complaining. It was a lighter gray or maybe white I couldn't tell in this lighting with a shoulder zip and an additional crotch zip from the front to the rear. Opening between the legs some more lube helped the addition of the plug, wincing as it was rather large as it pushed past my sphincter.  Zipping the crotch closed my already hard cock was pushed down between my legs making a very clear outline under the rubber.

Pulling the hood over my head and aligning the nose holes I was plunged into darkness. Holding the gag in my hand I opened wide as the large pecker gag filled my only open hole silencing any noise. I buckled it to the sides of my hood and leaning down closed the two cuffs bolted to the floor around either of my ankles. Reaching up I found the dangling cuffs above me and with two quick motions clicked them shut on either wrist.  

Giving them a good pull the chain jerked and clanged as it pulled back holding me in a strict standing position totally vulnerable. "Shit" I was really committed now. I had been so excited to meet my idol not to mention be shown off of his thousands of followers, I had thrown away all judgment and common sense. I had work tomorrow and dinner plans with a colleague tonight. Oh, what the hell I figured 48 hours of rubber-clad bondage was worth it and I could explain those away when I got back.  

I didn't have long to wait as about fifteen minutes later I heard the car door open and shut. A quick and hard smack to my crotch caused me to pull away in pain but the cuffs held me firm and exposed me to another and even harder slap causing my privates to scream. I could hear laughing as the engine roared to life and the van lurched out of the garage as I tried to stay standing and get a comfortable foothold with my limited movement but I was still jerked back the chain rattling catching my fall.

With every stop and start the driver seemed to only try and cause me more discomfort. Aggressively driving with sharp turns making it hard to balance and pulling on my cuffs from both ends, Once we got on the highway and stayed at a constant speed it was much better but the drive was taking longer than I had expected. My timekeeping was terrible but we had to have been driving for at least three hours by now and my arms were aching badly.  

Soon we pulled off the highway and right back to swaying and hanging from my cuffs, the hard metal pulling on my wrists but I figured it meant we would soon be there. And for that, I was correct because not much later we pulled into what seemed like a warehouse as I heard a large garage door open as we drove in and close behind us.  

The driver got out slamming the door shut behind him echoing in the large space. I expected him to come and get me but Soon I realized that my premonition was very wrong. He made me stand for at least another hour or so. I soon lost track of time shifting from one leg to the other and my arms still aching above me. When the door was finally opened a firm hand reached up and unlocked my hands from above me while still cuffed he ordered me to kneel and to bend over. I did as instructed as he unlocked my feet from the cuffs on the floor only to add a heavier set of ankle cuffs with a short chain between.  

Helping me down from the back of the van I was jerked to the left by my arm, still blind I was practically dragged shuffling my feet trying to keep up with my captor. I was only a few hours in and I was being treated rougher than expected. This was comparable to what people think about when they visit Guantanamo Bay, at least in my head. But honestly, I liked it and my hard cock outlined under the suit showed it. My captor had to have noticed, hopefully.  

I was led through two sets of doors, the first a large set of double doors as I walked around the center beam and the second a heavy Prison cell door in which a key was needed to enter. I of course knew this as the door was featured in many of Ample's videos. He had bought it from an old psych institute before it was torn down. It was painted black with his logo on the front, he explained in a tour of his rubber house on a special live stream that it used to be the door to a padded rubber room and now he would continue the bondage completed on the other side of it.

He would start every livestream with the new boy being led through the door so I figured our adventure had now started and I was in fact on video.

To his loyal viewers, the layout of the rubber house was rather well-known. Once entering the main door one was in the main room. Set up as more of a lounge area with rubber couches and rugs. Only a few kinky aspects were within view, a Saint Andrew's cross on the wall, a heavy steel cage next to one of the couches, and a few whips and toys above the fireplace. This is where when rare social events or collaborations were held or those participating rested after their ordeal.  

To the left was another cell door, not as heavy, behind it lay four padded cells all on the right side of the hallway, why so many? Well according to Ample one could never have enough. To the right through a sliding door was the gear storage. The first room contained all gear such as whips, chains, gags, locks, straps, and everything a rubber Dom could ever want. All arranged meticulously of course. The second part of the room was every visitor's dream though. The rubber room housed every piece of bondage or rubber clothing one could ever want. Anyone who had ever watched his videos wanted to spend a whole day in there trying on items. However, Apple's one main rule was all visitors would be dressed as the host saw fit. So a guest never knew what they might end up in. A straightjacket was one of his known favorites.  

Along the back wall behind the couches on the right side were two regular prison cells, steel bars covering the front with a large padlock holding them shut. At large gatherings he sometimes hosted chained up or hanging slaves in a sleep sack could be seen in the background locked in a cell. A hallway on the left side of the rear wall led to the pit. A sunken in small cement room. Steps led down to the cold concave. Large metal D-rings were bolted to the floors and walls in various spots. Here more intense scenes were recorded and the pit could often be filled with various items.  

One of my favorite videos was a rubber boy placed in a full suit and gas mask, he was then chained to the floor by his collar with his hands and ankles cuffed. The pit was filled with gallons of fake cum and the poor boy was left for twenty-four hours to writhe around and slip and slide about. God, I wish Something like that would happen to me during my stay but probably not with the first visit.  

I hadn't even thought about that, perhaps if I did well I would get to return and be in more videos. The thought made my heart pound.

I was led through the door and jerked to the right, the sliding door opened as we entered the gear room.  

"Resist and I will make the next forty-eight hours miserable." I knew he meant it, I stayed completely still as my ankle cuffs were undone followed by My wrists. I hoped my hood would be removed so I could see the room firsthand but my hopes were soon dashed as I felt an even heavier hood pulled over my head. Straps were pulled tight overtop, around my eyes and the collar tightened and locked shut with the click of a padlock. I knew from his gear I was wearing the heavy isolation hood. A favorite of mine, I wished I could have seen myself in the Mirror I probably looked so fucking sexy!

My right wrist was grabbed and a tight leather isolation mitt was pulled overtop. The strap around the base were tightened and once again secured with a padlock. The same was done on my left wrist and a short chain was locked between the two.  

To follow I heard chains rattle as a cuff closed on my right leg around my ankle. I felt two layers of steel press against my leg as I figured it was a connected double-set ankle cuffs were added. A short chain linked it to the other side and an arm grabbed me firmly again and pulling me back towards the door.  

Trying to take a step I picked up my foot only for it to be dragged back down. I tried again as the grip on my arm pulled me and with more effort, I was able to take a step as I heard a chain rattle and the sound of steel rolling across the floor.

The bastard had attached an old-fashioned ball and chain to both my ankle cuffs! It took much more effort to walk now and I wasn't getting away for certain, not that I planned to. Leading me straight across the room we went through the door to the hallway where the padded cells were. Unlocking a door I was placed in one of the cells and pushed against the back wall. His rubber hand slid along my rubber-covered neck, his other sliding down my front to my crotch and undoing the zipper.  

He spit as I felt the cold saliva on my cock that had sprung out. His rubber hand sliding up and down the shaft making a tingle run down my spine. Stopping mid stroke he spoke.  

"You will have two hours to make yourself cum with those mitts on your hands. This will be your only chance to cum your entire stay so I would make it count."

With that, he grabbed the chain between my hands and yanking down forced me to the ground landing on the padded floor still quite harshly. As I caught my breath the cell door shut with a loud thud and I was left alone in the cell, my eyes still in darkness. I wasted no time and soon started rubbing my mitted hands up and down my exposed shaft. I soon discovered he had covered the outside of the mitts in lube which helped greatly.  

After a few minutes my arms were burning, I was making some headway with my hands cupped and squeezing around my dick as much as possible. By rocking my hips forward I was starting to build up some momentum and I could feel an orgasm building.

As my body started to tremble the cell door swung open as I heard the hinges groan under the weight and a hand grabbed my cuffed mitts pulling them away from my straining cock. A muffled cry of protest came from under my hood but was soon quelled with a sharp smack to my dick causing the pain to surge to my crotch draining my arousal.

With a click, I felt the chain fall as the padlocks holding the mitts together were undone from each side. However while able to move my hands the mitts were still padlocked on, only the short chain in between was removed. That freedom didn't last long however as my right mitt was grabbed and shoved into a sleeve, helped by the lube. My left wrist and arm followed suit and a tight rubber jacket was pulled over my chest with the stiff collar tightening around my neck against the base of my isolation hood. As the straps were cinched down rocking my body I realised I was being put in a rubber straightjacket. My cock grew only stiffer starting to leak precum.  

I had always wanted to be put in one of these, it was probably my favorite piece of gear he had and I loved when it was placed on boys in videos.

His hand grazed it as he ran the crotch strap underneath me causing a shiver to run up my spine again. Yanking it taught and buckling it the strap it pulled my balls tight against my groin causing a sharp pain. "You had your chance to cum, now from here on out the only pleasure you get is knowing you won't be free for the whole weekend." He laughed, obviously taking joy in the fact he could put me in whatever he wanted and cause me discomfort and even pain and I had signed up for it and probably would enjoy it.  

My arms were fed through the loop on the front and tightened in the back, stepping back I knew he wanted to test my bonds. Struggling I pulled and strained but it was tight as a bitch and I was not getting out. The mitts over my hands weren't even necessary, just humiliation, as my arms were not getting out of the sleeves.

His hand pulled my crushed balls from under my crotch strap popping free as the blood made its way back along with the pain. A ratcheting sound was then heard as I felt cold steel tighten around them as I realized he was locking handcuffs around my erect cock and scrotum. With a chain attached, he gave it a yank and I had no choice but to follow.  

Between my ball-chained ankles and my wrapped arms, keeping my balance along with his pace was difficult but I managed to follow him out of the padded wing and back into the main room.  

We made our way over to a wall, being blind and unable to hear much. I had lost my sense of direction but I soon found out where I was when he gave me a push and I fell into the restraint chair. Letting him belt me in he tightened the large leather straps around my ankles and legs. Working his way up my torso over the jacket and around my neck. I heard jingling as he fidgeted with my hood as the tight compression gave way and the isolation hood came off. My gag was removed as drool poured out sliding down my chest followed by the original hood I had put on in the van at the beginning of my adventure.  

Taking it all in ample time stood before me exactly how he was in videos. Head-to-toe black rubber with his signature dog mask from which underneath his piercing eyes sat. His arms crossed, the shiny suit straining to hold his muscles from just ripping through. His black boots were just as reflective just waiting to step on the backs or heads of bound boys. My cock stiffened even further, only making it more prominent in my current predicament.  

Out of my peripheral vision, I could also see my own suit now. I wore a matching suit to Amples only it was pure white, Smooth shiny, and clean. It was an interesting choice but more curiously I noticed my chest. There managing to look down a bit straining against the strap around my neck was my social for my kinky posts. Anyone into BDSM and rubber would often post on ThePound a kinky website for rubber more specifically pups, not many people were big enough like Ample to have their own site to stream on so I often posted my adventures, videos, or pics of my gear and bondage on there. I was curious as to why it was there but that was soon explained.  

Ample took a step to the side revealing a camera on a tripod with a red light blinking in a slow systematic rhythm. "You see I placed your Pound username on your suit there and from the moment you locked yourself up in that truck I have been streaming under not only my website but your username as well. I got your login when you got into my van, a remote device grabbed the password from your phone. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I fucking mind! You can't go through my personal shit like that." My outburst was unexpected even from me and was soon cut short by a harsh slap across the face leaving my cheek stinging.  

"Another outburst such as that and you will be gagged for the remainder of your stay, boy." I hung my head as I realized what I had done and fell into silence. "Now you didn't let me finish, this is for your own good as I have made a post on my own website tagging you, your visit should be very beneficial for you I would think as you already have four thousand new followers." My eyes widened as I realized this little weekend trip was going to blow up my presence on ThePound. "Thank you Ample I let out in a soft broken voice, I was still rustled by his harsh slap but I was truly grateful and excited for the exposure.  I had hoped my outburst hadn't ruined my chances of coming back.

"Now for the next part," He said as he leaned down grabbing a black gas mask. Holding it up the eyes were partially blacked out with small vertical slits only left to see out of. A black accordion hose was attached to the lower port and led around to the back of the chair out of my view. Pulling it over my head my vision was once again reduced and the straps on the back were tightened as my breathing slowed, the small slits fogging up and becoming even harder to see out of.  

Stepping behind me I heard him turn the valve on the tank as smells began to fill the mask enveloping my face. It was weird and out of place but I soon realized what it was.  

"For the next four hours, you will be strapped into this bondage chair in this rubber straightjacket with your cock out for all your viewers to see. And the best part is you get to breathe in the sweet smell of my cum mixed with piss.

" Fuck that's what it was!"

"And there is no escaping it so have fun!" With a soft slap to my still erect cock he walked across the room and exited through the front cell the way we had come in leaving me alone and in a mixture of bliss and agony.

However, the next few hours turned from sexual pleasure into more rubber torture. With every breath, the smell turned stronger and more pungent. One would think after breathing it in for so long that you would get used to it but with every breath it became more ingrained into my brain. With nowhere to escape and no fresh air, each breath became more agonizing.

As I drew in air the smell stung my eyes and filled my nostrils, I could taste his saltiness in my mouth as the stench lingered inside the mask as it contracted and expanded tight around my skull. At this point, I wanted out, wanted to breathe something that wasn't Ample's aftermath and this caused me to fight harshly against my restraints. To my dismay the jacket held my arms pinned against me and the amount of straps held me down to the chair forcing the torture to continue. All of course being viewed by how many people?

The hours drowned on as a loud groaning creak filled the room and the cell door to the rubber house swung open. Once again Ample stood before me, I knew a smile was hidden behind that hood.  A smile fueled by my torture which I am sure he had been watching in on.

Ordering me to remain quiet he undid the straps and pulled me from the chair. Stepping behind me he unbuckled the straps to the gas mask as I finally got a full breath of air, the smell still clinging to my face. Before I could relish in my freedom my isolation hood was quickly pulled back over my head cutting off my senses again. His hands tightening it around my skull forcing the stark smell back into my nostrils much to my dismay.  

He gave me a hard shove as I stumbled forward and made my way over to the corner of the room where I remember the cage being.  

"Kneel" I obeyed and a swift kick in the ass made me hobble forward, a bit difficult without the use of my arms but I was able to clamber into the cage as a clang followed behind me along with the click of a padlock. Handcuffing the other end of my still-leashed-up balls to the ceiling of the cage ensured I could not roll over or quickly move without being punished by a painful tug.  

"You will spend the night in this cage, there is a drain in the floor so no need for bathroom breaks." He laughed, slapping my still erect dripping cock. " I will see you in the morning, rubber boy. I have big plans for you tomorrow. With that, the room fell silent and I was left with the squeaky sound of rubber, the thoughts in my head, and the lingering smell of piss under my hood.  

It was rather hard to get some sleep, I did end up using the restroom only to find out Ample had cruelly covered the drain so I was forced to sleep in a pool of my own piss only adding to the humiliating smell that my suit was starting to give off, or me in general. Trying to get into a comfortable position between sliding around in the wet slippery straightjacket and my ankles cuffed not to mention the posture collar in the hood was impossible. Fading in and out asleep I was soon awoken by a sharp pain to my ass, followed by another I heard the crackle of a cattle prod before the sharp shock ripped through my rubber ass lighting it on fire as I screamed into the hood muffling my cries.  

The padlock was undone and the door opened as he unlocked the cuff from the roof of the cage pulling on it to make me back out of the cage, slipping trying to squirm my way out. Once out the isolation hood was again removed the world filled my vision, blurry but there.  

Yanking on the chain still connected to my sore balls and cock I followed him to the pit which I had been dying to get in since my arrival, now I knowing his severity of play I was a bit less excited. Standing before me Ample took the next few minutes to take off the posture collar from the hood, ankle shackles, and handcuffs around my member followed by the piss-soaked and now quite smelly straightjacket. With that restoring most of my mobility but leaving the mitts.  

Ordering me to lay on my stomach and grabbing my hair a heavy collar was padlocked around my neck, heavier than anything I had worn before forcing it back down almost to the floor. More shackles were added to my wrists and ankles this time wide solid steel not like regular cuffs. Grabbing some chain he looped it through the eye on each and pulling my angles to my calves and my arms behind me he then placed me in a tight hogtie. More chains attached to the back of my collar pulling it back and forcing my head up and forward.  

Stepping back to look at his work he walked out of my view as I heard a heavy object slide across the concrete floor behind me. Soon a cold hard invader slid into my ass, and it slowly started pumping. I was now being fucked by a rubber dildo and from what I could tell it was a good 8 inches. With every thrust, it was hitting my prostate and causing waves of pleasure to radiate through my contorted body.  

However, Ample wasn't finished. He slid another machine around in front of me. Once again a thrusting machine with a dildo attached to the end of it. Grabbing my cheeks he pulled it to the side forcing it in my mouth. Two chains on either side of the machine attached to the sides of my collar ensured I could not remove my mouth from the monster even when it was pulled back mid-thrust. Shortly after the machine hummed to life in an exact rhythm as the other.  

While I was taking in the fact I was getting spit-roasted, and enjoying it way too much Ample slid a small cart in front of me. "On this cart boy is another camera live streaming to your viewers along with a live comments section. You will have nowhere to go down here so here you can read what everyone has to say about your slutty rubber-clad covered ass on the internet. Believe me, there is plenty. I had the pleasure of reading some comments last night." I will leave you to it, and with that, he left as quickly as he had restrained me.

For the next few hours, I was fucked from either end, drool pouring from my mouth as I tried to move my tongue out of the way of the cock being shoved down my throat. The other end speeding up and slowing down causing two violent orgasms in which the comments section exploded with remarks.  

I tried to keep my mind off the tight chains and the cramping by reading the comments. Most were positive, a few calling me crazy but more of a self-confidence boost than anything. Many called me hot or sexy or wished they were me or were invited. A live follower count of my profile was on the corner and it was ever growing. Curiously on the other side was a ranking one through five. I started at zero but as viewers voted I slowly ranked up, after my second orgasm and some gurgled begging I boosted past second place to the top. I had found struggling and begging for more fucking or orgasms behind the thrusting of the gag did wonders for the viewers and the ranking despite not knowing what it was for.  

Once again it was mostly all day. At one point Ample returned and paused the stream to give me a drink and quick snack but I quickly resumed my diouble punishment. It had been almost the entire day and I was hurting, sore, and ready to go home.  

Ample finally returned and standing behind me addressed the viewers of the stream.  

"Hello fellow rubber bondage enthusiasts, as you know we had five different boys visit the Rubber house over the past five weekends. Each went through the same bondage routine and each streamed on theirs as well as my socials. As you all can see our current guest has done a stellar job and gotten first place with the most likes and highest ranking. This means he will be staying at the rubber house permanently as our new rubber bondage boy!" 

"Staying permanently?" what the fuck was he talking about? I was leaving tonight. This was a weekend endeavor and I was looking forward to a hot bath and sleeping in my own bed. I tried to protest and despite the cocks taking a break it was still difficult to get any words out. However, a swift kick to my spread legs and exposed balls shut me up with a muffled cry into the droll-covered gag.  

"As you know our videos were starting to lack something new and we were running out of ideas so with our new wing we just finished construction for I figured we needed something or someone to go along with it. So I set out for the best talent and it seems we have found it! Our new rubber boy here will be staying in his rubber uniform 24/7 from now on and will be featured in many of our videos as well as a fun new addition for when friends come and visit."

Holy shit, this couldn't be real, could it? Maybe this was one last thing to get me worked up, so sort of a big finish to my stay. There was no way I was to become a rubber boy and be forced to stay in this horrid suit forever. It made sense a bit, I had a larger online presence, no family or real friends, and I had been brought here in a manner that no one would know where I was.  Plus maybe that is why I had not seen any Ample videos in so long, he had blocked me from viewing the others videos on his site so as not to ruin my potential visit and now stay.

Before my mind could process all these ideas and emotions Ample switched the machines back on.  

"Please enjoy the rest of the show, our boy here still has a few more hours in him." With that, he walked out of frame and turned around bending over in front of me, he grabbed my chin making me meet his gaze. His black rubber shone under the bright fluorescent light, up this closer I could see the stitching on his hood, those piercing eyes hiding behind.  

"I hope you aren't too upset, but if you are going to resist I don't mind it will make for some better content anyway. I have lots of ideas for you and I can't wait to get you into the new area! I'll leave you here for a few more hours to let you process this new predicament and finish breaking you in. I am so excited you will be staying with us! With that, he laughed leaving me in the pit my white rubber-covered body struggling and sweating trying to for once really escape. The thrusting from both ends and the mix of emotions caused me to come crashing off another powerful orgasm, of course, all online for everyone to see.  My whole life was about to be seen by everyone.

For once I really wanted to go home, I wanted out of rubber and I wanted out of bondage. But you know what they say "It's not really bondage until you want out." I guess I had gotten what I wanted all along.