Chapter Six.

Part Six.

 

To be quite honest, I could have stayed in that window all day long, the crowds were quite reasonable and I was very comfortable sat there, strapped to the chair. I had even become used to the nappy and found myself quite relaxed at the thought of, and fact of, peeing into the nappy. Eventually they did come back and I was let go and brought back into the shop. The owner was quite overjoyed at the result of their "experiment" as the crowd gathered outside the shop to peer at me had turned into a trickle of people actually coming in.

 

A serious discussion then took place with me just standing there, unbound but still fully dressed, about the possibility of the shop renting me on a regular basis to model their wares. After some while it was agreed that I would be loaned to the shop every other Saturday and would spend half my time trussed up in some way in the window and the other half of the day modelling various clothes and bondage gear in the shop itself. With this small matter arranged and agreed, it came for me to try on some bondage gear and I was instructed to go into the private dressing room and strip of, however with my mask done up at the back, my boots done up similarly and the mackintosh with the heavy belt belted so tightly, I could hardly move let alone easily get undressed and after ten minutes of panting, Mandy came in and helped me.

 

Soon I was standing there stark naked feeling much more self conscious and embarrassed than ever I had felt wearing a nappy, boots and ladies mackintosh. However, help was at hand in the form of Sally who immediately helped me into a full mask/hood in shiny white rubber that did up with a wide belt around the neck, sealing my head in completely. Despite being white I could not see anything out, though I could hear and breathe due to tiny holes in the right places.

 

"Right" said Mandy, "I'm going to help you get into various bits of bondage gear and clothes, you will not be able to see them but we will decide for you if they are right"

 

At this, my penis started to grow at just the thought of what was to come, I wish however it had not as Mandy then said: "We can’t have this erection getting in the way so you’ll just have to get rid of it."

 

At first I thought that they were going to polish me off so I stood there like a total idiot, grinning inanely in my hood, waiting.

 

"Oh dear, the poor lamb can't climax without his clothes on," I heard Anne say, "Let's get his mackintosh and boots on, tie him up a bit and then maybe he'll be able."

 

So they helped me into my riding boots and the stiff red PVC mackintosh, belted the mackintosh and strapped my ankles, knees, thighs and upper arms. I was then instructed to masturbate, which to my shame I did and in a matter of no time had relieved myself all over the floor to peals of laughter from the four women and comments from all of them about how it was certain now that the only way to get me to climax was with rubber, PVC and bondage. 

 

 

 

 

Whilst these comments were slightly unkind, they were in fact true and had been so for some while, in fact I had imagined that I was impotent I got so few erections as the few I did get came only when I dressed myself in my own black rubber mackintosh. I had been amazed at how many erections and climaxes I had reached since this whole exercise started just over one week ago. Now that I had relieved myself I was un-strapped but kept dressed, as it was decided for now that any bondage gear I tried on should be tried on with the sort of clothes I would be wearing anyway and if I needed to try on clothes, I could easily be changed. A whole variety of bondage gear was then tried on me, collars to keep my neck stiff, body harnesses, leg irons etc.

 

You name it and I tried it one though two particular items were my clear favourite, as the ladies could see because with one of them I even managed a climax without being touched. The first, and the one responsible for the climax was a heavy rubberised cotton straight jacket. The rubberised cotton was easily four times the weight material you'd get in a heavy duty mackintosh and had a great smell. It was however the feel and sound of the material and the stunning number of buckles it had that finished me off. I was told to out my arm out in front of me as they slid my arms in, tight fitting buckles were then done up around my writs making sure that my hands could not even move from where they were imprisoned.

 

Next they did the buckles up at the back, there were so many of these, each one being pulled as tight as possible, remembering of course that this was being applied over my already stiff and belted red PVC mackintosh. These buckles went all the way up to my neck, just under the chin which ensured that I could not move my head. Next they pulled my arms around me so that I was effectively hugging myself, these straps were also tightened very tightly behind me. What brought me to a climax however was when I was told to open my legs and they pulled the crotch strap through from the front and fastened it at the back. This left me unable to stand up straight or to put my legs together and when they pulled it so tight at the back that I gave a small involuntary shout inside my white rubber hood, I also came to a climax inside the straight jacket.

 

"Oh well," said Mandy, "Just trust you to have no self control, I suppose that we will have to buy this now as you have stained inside of it. I told you that you should be wearing the nappy at all times."

 

The others agreed so that when I was finally let out of the straight jacket, they left me in it standing in the middle of the shop for about thirty minutes as a punishment for coming, I had my nappy and black rubber cami-knickers put back on. The second favourite item, which I was glad we did buy as well was a full body harness.

 

It is a body shaped web like arrangement of thick black leather strapping that when put on and buckled, binds my legs together at ankles, calves, thighs, straps my hand and arms tightly to my side and even fits around my face and head. In all there are six different straps on my legs, five on my arms, one thick one around my waist and the head arrangement. All of these straps do up at the back and one of the most enjoyable things about being bound in this is the feel of the straps being pulled tight enough to lock and the slight sound of the buckles when I move about.

 

In addition to the heavy leather straps, which bind me tightly but of course leave me some room for movement, there is what I consider to be the best part of this particular piece.

 

 

 

Heavy steel d rings are fitted alongside each of the buckles so that I can be attached using lengths of rope to anything. For instance, sometimes I am "dressed" in this harness at night and the d rings are used to loosely tie me into my bed so I can not get out. Other times they are used to hog tie me, or to attach a rope from the top of my head to my feet. The most enjoyable use of them however is when the ladies attach ropes to the d rings attached under my arms, attach this rope to the pulley in our "dungeon" and suspend me.

 

You must understand that in all of our rubber, PVC and bondage games, I am never put in danger and there is always someone close by to me. So when I say suspended, in truth I am only about four inches off the ground. However, the feeling that day of being dressed in my favourite (for it was already my favourite mackintosh and still is, in fact I have two more identical mackintoshes in green and blue), nappy, rubber cami-knickers and rubber riding boots, being tightly strapped into the harness and then finding myself lifted off of the ground was quite magical, the pressures that the suspension put on the bonds make then even tighter.

 

Finally it was time to go, we settled the bill (heavily discounted on the basis of my present and future modelling dates) and set of for the car. Me dressed as previously described only with my hood removed. This caused me some discomfort as for the first time I was out in public in my outfit without the anonymity that the mask provided. The ladies in their mackintoshes and boots. I of course had to carry all of the bags. We got into the car without too much embarrassment and drove home. By now it was early evening and I was totally exhausted, being tied up and climaxing all day long is very tiring!

 

On the way home discussion centred about going out for the evening and it was explained to me that this would be done with no rubber, PVC or bondage involved and that therefore we were not in dom/sub mode, so I was back to being the male of the group and in charge.

 

 

When we got home, I undressed, had a long hot shower, dressed in civvies (which felt very unappealing) and we all went for dinner. One small deviation from the no rubber scenario was that when we went to leave the apartment, it was bucketing down with rain, the girls squealed with delight saying that they could now legitimately wear their mackintoshes. It seemed that they took just as much pleasure from rubber and PVC clothes as I did. Not to be outdone, I said that I would wear my "normal" shiny black rubber mackintosh as the feel of it, being rubber and being a mackintosh is great anyway, but the way rain trickles in little rivulets down it is a joy to see. Besides, I figured that as I had been out all day wearing much stranger clothes that a conventional rubber mackintosh, nothing was out of order.

 

It is a mark of how far I had come in such a short time, that I volunteered to wear such a thing in public as previously it had been a strictly private, indoors things. When we arrived at the restaurant, there were a few envious glances at my partners and I and not just because we arrived all wearing identical rubber mackintoshes. Being seen out with these three attractive ladies did a lot for my ego as they were each very attractive so one would have been a catch, but here was I with three of them.

 

A very nice evening was had by one and all and at the end of the dinner there appeared to be a race amongst the waiters to see who could be first to help the ladies on with their mackintoshes. In fact we ended up with three of them, one each.

 

I slipped my own on and then in a very intimate and erotic moment, Sally came over and buttoned, belted and buckled it up for me, turning my collar up and then linking her rubber clad arm through mine, we exited. When we got home we sat around talking, after a while Mandy and Anne got up to go, they did not actually live with Sally and I like the gentleman I am, helped them on with their own mackintoshes. Not well enough apparently as with Mandy all I did was hold it for her to slip her arms into and then went to do the same for Anne. Mandy gently took my arm and reminded me that until a mackintosh was buttoned, tightly belted and buckled, it was not to be considered a proper mackintosh. So I performed the same service for Mandy and Anne that Sally had for me. I have to say, it is not possible to button, belt and buckle any piece of clothing let alone  a mackintosh, on another person without getting into contact with them. So doing up the mackintoshes on these two attractive ladies was very enjoyable.

 

"I'll walk you to the car," I said, "It's dark out there." "Not dressed like that you won't," said Sally and the two others agreed, "It's wet out there and we have a house full of lovely waterproof clothes, so get a mackintosh on at least."

 

I chose not the regular rubber mackintosh that I had worn that evening but my bright red, stiff PVC ladies mackintosh, perhaps I was feeling adventurous. Whatever made me make that choice, it was very clearly approved of by all three ladies. Anne helped me belt it up and so dressed the three of us walked to the car. When I had seen them off, I walked back to the apartment reflecting on the last thirty six hours and wondering what was to come. I did not have to wait for long as by the time I got back, Sally had totally changed her clothes.

 

She was wearing a mackintosh I had never seen before, it was a regular old David Marsh riding mackintosh in white, with it she had her riding boots on and just underneath I could see she was wearing the oddest pair of pants I had ever seen. They were a sort of billowy affair and it was a short while what I discovered they were actually for. In fact they had an attachment at the front which was essentially a hood, into which Sally could fit my entire head, locking it in place and perfectly positioned to bring her to a climax whenever she wished.

 

Before I was placed inside this however, I was to be dressed properly as Sally put. Off came my lovely red mackintosh and all of my regular street clothes. On went a rather brutal pair of rubber butt plug pants, my all in one green PVC suit and my riding boots. I was then fitted into the straight jacket we had acquired earlier in the day and bound very tightly. My legs were left free for the reason of needing to be able to move to both maintain contact with Sally and to move with her as required.

 

With my head securely attached to her via the special pants, I had no choice, but it did make it easier. Sally sat back in a comfortable armchair having first placed a cushion on the floor for me to kneel on. She explained that I could be there for some time and she did not want me to be uncomfortable. Uncomfortable? I was wearing butt plug pants, a tight fitting PVC suit and a straight jacket, how could I be anything other than uncomfortable.

 

With Sally seated and me kneeling in position, I was told to start and only stop when instructed to.

 

"If you slack at all," she said, "You'll feel this."

 

 

 

And with that she gave my backside, protected only slightly by the PVC suit, a pretty firm whack with a cane.

 

"In fact," she added, "Let's get you properly warmed up." 

 

At this I received what I can only describe as a quite severe caning. Nothing brutal you understand but enough to hurt, enough to get me very excited such that I managed a very swift climax.

Chapter Five. Being watched.

Part Five.

 

With me now dressed simply in the green PVC suit, rubber riding boots and my mask and gag, I proceeded to try on each and every item on the rack and had to walk the full length of the shop in each item to show them all what it looked like. On a few occasions, other customers came into the shop, but being that they were even in Weathervane to start with, I suspect that the glances they afforded me were jealous rather than anything else.

 

On more that one occasion I was told to try on combinations of things to see if they "went together". It seems that many of them did as the final tally included three PVC all in one suits, two rubber mackintoshes, a variety of pants and hoods in rubber, three PVC skirts, two rubber  dresses and three rubber blouses. While the stuff was being bagged up, Sally said to me:

 

"Choose one mackintosh yourself and you can wear that over your PVC suit when we leave here."

 

So I looked around at the racks for a while and eventually chose a bright red ladies PVC short mackintosh with a wide belt. The mackintosh was made from what appeared to be quadruple weight PVC and as such was quite stiff, this ensured that it made a wonderful sound when I moved in it and felt superb through the close fitting PVC of my all in one suit. I was told to put this mackintosh on and Anne ensured that I had the belt tightly done and the cuffs securely buckled. Sally then unlaced laced my hood and slipped it off saying to me:

 

"After all that time with the gag and hood on, you must be thirsty." I agreed readily and she added "So I'd like you to pop next door to the cafe and get four bottle of mineral water, here is some money."

 

At which she thrust ten pounds into my hand and virtually frog-marched me to the door and pushed me outside. My embarrassment was almost complete as there I was, mid morning with plenty of people about, standing on the pavement in Kew wearing a green PVC suit, shiny black rubber riding boots and a stiff red ladies PVC mackintosh. I did consider very strongly packing the whole thing in and going back inside and telling them that this was too much, but the thought of not enjoying the clothes, the bondage and the humiliation again was enough to spur me on. So I went into the cafe, face as red as the mackintosh I was wearing, and asked at the counter for four bottles of water. These were handed over and I paid, collected my change and thought to myself that it was not too bad after all when one of the ladies behind the counter commented on my clothes and offered me the loan of her rubber gloves.

 

Again I went as red as my mackintosh and got out of the cafe as soon as possible. I went back inside Weathervane to find that the financial matters had all been taken care of and was loaded up with several bags containing our purchases. Before this I was allowed my bottle of water and had my gag and hood replaced. The walk back to the car was uneventful and with all of the bags stowed in the boot I settled down in the back, again between Mandy and Anne, for the journey home. However we did not go home, we went instead to She and Me in Hammersmith where the next step in my humiliation was about to take place. Once again, we were unable to park the car close to the shop, so having parked about half a mile away, we all set off, them in their black rubber mackintoshes and boots and me in my suit, boots, mask and stiff red PVC mackintosh.

 

This time the reaction of the people we met was more obvious and underneath my mask I could feel my face burning. We were clearly expected in this shop also as when we arrived the three women were greeted like old friends and the owner of the shop, dressed from head to toe in rubber herself, looked me up and down like I was a slave.

 

"Well" she said, "you are here to buy some bondage equipment, but first the ladies and I are off to lunch. Since we can not just leave you here getting under everyone's feet, you are going to have to be restrained."

 

She pointed to a chair that frankly looked just like an electric chair you'd see in a movie and said:

 

"Sit down in that and we'll take care of you."

 

The chair itself was absolutely laden with straps and it was clear that once strapped into it, I was not going to be getting out unless they allowed it. What however did alarm me significantly was that the chair was in the window of the shop and I became aware that I was to be a window mannequin for a while. Just as I was sitting down, Anne reminded the group that I could not be strapped up yet as I did not have my nappy on. So I was taken to a private dressing room in the shop and undressed by what was now a group of four women. The spare "nappy" that they had brought with them was put on me and after much struggling and giggling my tight fitting PVC suit was also on and done up. Then came the mackintosh with was tightly belted and buckled but over the belt, the owner of the shop had produced a four inch wide thick shiny back belt for me to wear. This was done up even more tightly and had the same effect as a corset, making my shape much more ladylike, and I was led out, booted, suited and mackintoshed ready for the chair.

 

There were a few people in the shop, but rather like being in Weathervane this did not bother me as I had my mask on but the shop was used by people who understood what was going on. However, as a final humiliation before being seated in the chair I was brought to a climax by Sally in front of everyone. The sight of me dressed as I was, standing in the middle of the shop, whimpering as I climaxed must have been rather odd. Blushing furiously inside my mask and acutely aware of the stickiness in my nappy, I was led to the chair in the window and told to sit down.

 

In full view of the passing public I was then strapped, once again at every conceivable point, to the chair, very tightly indeed. I could not move a muscle and was quite grateful that the nappy I had on covered that fact that I had an erection. I was informed that they were off to lunch and that they would take care of me when they got back, and that in the meantime I was not to move! Some chance. However, I settled down to enjoy my dilemma, aware that the passers by who stopped to look were most probably jealous more than anything and also enjoying the fact that I could see them through the eye holes of my mask, but at the same time the fact that the mask afforded me anonymity was a relief.

Chapter Four - shopping the rubber bondage way!

Part Four.

 

I was told to get in the back of the car which I did and as I did so, Anne and Mandy got in either side of me whilst Sally drove. Squeezed in between these two rubber clad ladies whilst I was wearing my outfit was erotic enough but then they started to play around with me bringing me to a climax in no time at all. I could just see Sally's eye in the rear view mirror and she caught my eyes as well, she smiled and said:

 

"Just as well you are wearing the nappy, I think that you'll have to wear one until you can learn to control yourself as we can't have you messing up all of your lovely rubber clothes."

 

I was unable to ask where we were going so just sat back and enjoyed both the drive and the clothes I was wearing. Eventually we arrived at Weathervane in Kew. I was very familiar with this shop as I had acquired a number of items from there in the past, ranging from a latex catsuit through to a regular rubberised cotton mackintosh for day to day wear. As anyone who is familiar with this shop will know, it is in a residential area and parking is quite difficult, consequently we ended up parking a few hundred yards away from the shop.

 

I knew that this would be a test of my nerve as Weathervane is in a parade of shops and has a bus stop just outside of it. So walking from the car to it would be a test of my resolve. Mandy, with a hint of understanding, asked me:

 

"Are you OK to do this?" I nodded in response and all four of us marched off to the shop. Well, the three of them marched and I tottered alongside them. As we approached the shop, my worst fears were realised as a bus arrived and disgorged about 10 passengers. If any of them were aware of me and my three mackintosh wearing companions, either they were too embarrassed to notice or were used to such sights in the environs of this particular shop.

 

Safely inside the shop we were greeted warmly and it is obvious that we were expected as Sally, Mandy and Anne were greeted by name and were clearly well known to the owner of the shop. It was clear that I was also expected as a stout high backed chair was brought into the centre of the room and Sally said:

 

"We may as well make you comfortable while we choose your clothes as we don't want you getting under our feet until it is time for trying things on."

 

I was sat in the chair and bound to it at every conceivable point: my ankles, each of which were strapped to a chair leg, my calves, my thighs, my waist, my chest, wrists, arms upper body, neck and finally head. The chair had thoughtfully been placed where I could see a lot of activity so I knew the sort of things that they were thinking of dressing me in. A rail was set up and I was told that each item placed on the rail would be tried on later. It was at this point that I suffered for the first time, the humiliation of pissing into my nappy.

 

What happened was that Anne decided for some reason to sit on my lap and this produced enough pressure on my bladder to give me no choice. As I sat there pissing, I must have started to moan a little with embarrassment and Anne took this as a request to be brought to a climax.

 

So she did just that which left me sitting there, strapped to the chair wondering if my rubber cami-knickers were tight enough to stop leaking. Certainly the feeling of the mess that I had made in my nappy was uncomfortable but also quite erotic. After what seemed like ages, but was probably less that an hour, there was a rack full of clothes for me to try on and it dawned on me that inn order to try them on, I would first need to be undressed and that in undressing me my wet nappy would be discovered. I did not worry about the girls knowing this but the thought that the owner of the shop would know horrified me.

 

However, as I knew I had no choice I just had to accept the fact. I was untied and told to stand up, which even in my PVC boots was a blessing as I seemed to have been sitting down tied up for ages and I welcomed the opportunity to stretch my limbs.

 

"Let's get you undressed," said Sally, at which she unbelted my mackintosh, unbuttoned it and slid it off. Underneath it was clear that I had been sweating quite a lot and when she came to remove my knickers and nappy and discovered that I had wet myself she continued:

 

"Well now, we can not have you trying on all of these nice clothes in the state you are in, we are not buying them all and don't want to ruin them. So let's dress you in something that will protect all of the other clothes while you try them on. For now you don't need a nappy but we will put one on to go home. If you want to go to the toilet, just ask" though how I could ask as I was still wearing the mask with built in gag, I was not certain.

 

She handed me a very shiny green PVC all in one suit that had a roll neck and integral feet but no gloves. I put it on with some difficulty as it fitted me like a glove, perhaps too tight in places in that once the zip was done up the back all the way to my neck, I had a little difficulty in standing totally upright without effort. Sally also handed me a brand new pair of exceptionally shiny rubber riding boots and told me to put those on as well, adding that I might as well try the clothes on over what I was now wearing.

Chapter Three - deeper into my fantasy with every page!

Part Three.

 

To be honest I was rather expecting the “rubbed privates” treatment as I already had an erection so what happened next was something of a pleasant surprise. They started to cane me, on some occasions not so lightly, and did not stop even though it was clear that I had climaxed. The feeling of the tight mask, the rubber clothes, mackintosh and boots combined with very tight bondage plus the gentle torture of the butt plug and the caning, took me to heights of sensual pleasure that I had never before experienced.

 

I lay there panting and struggling against my bonds but eventually fell asleep only to be woken to discover the three of them lifting and carrying me to another room where I was placed on a firm bed and yet more straps were used to secure me to this bed. After ensuring that I was OK, they departed and this time I really did fall into a deep sleep and woke several hours later on the Saturday morning.

 

I actually woke when they started to un-strap me from the bed and then undo all of the straps binding me so tightly, they then removed each piece of rubber clothing they had dressed me in the night before leaving only the riding boot, tights and butt plug pants. I was then told to wash and brush up as we had a busy day ahead. I shaved and washed, cleaned my teeth and wondered how the hell I was supposed to have a pee etc... and decided that the only way was to remove the tights and butt plug pants.

 

This turned out to be a mistake as whilst I could reasonably easily take the pants and tights off, having relieved myself, I discovered that there was no way I could get them back on again. So I had little or no choice but to emerge from the bathroom, stark naked and carrying my tights and pants.

 

"Who told you to take those off?" demanded Sally in pretty strong terms and before I could even answer she was in a huddle with Mandy and Anne, emerging a moment later saying: "Well if you can't control yourself, you'll have to wear a nappy as we are going out today and we can't go through this each time. So go into the bedroom and wait and we will come in to dress you when you are ready."

 

I did so and in fact they followed me in. Anne then took a towel and fashioned it into an old style terry nappy, told me to open my legs so that she could fit it, did so and pinned it at my sides. It was very uncomfortable as it made it very hard for me to walk. Then I was told to put on a pair of black rubber cami-knickers that fitted tightly at the waist and legs, so that nothing could leak out I was told. Apparently I was to wear this nappy until they decided I could take it off.

 

"Best we pack some spare as he'll need changing," Sally said, "I don't want him getting nappy rash." All agreed except me and at this stage I did wonder if I were doing the right thing. "What if I need to have a, well you know!" I said, not wanting to say shit.

 

"A what?" they all said in unison.

 

"A shit" I said after a moments hesitation.

 

"That is what the nappy is for" said Sally and my heart sank.

 

There then followed a debate as to what I would wear that quite alarmed me for I knew that we were going out and all of the choices were either rubber or even worse, ladies rubber clothes. I mentioned this and was again surprised at the response.

 

"Peter," Mandy said, "when you agreed to this the conditions, if you remember, were that in dominant/submissive mode, we are in TOTAL control and you will do as we tell you. Now I for one am getting tired of your comments so try this for size."

 

At this she slid a full rubber mask over my face that had just eye and nose hole and where the mouth piece was, was a rather large insert that went straight into my mouth rendering me speechless. The gag part had some holes so that I could breathe through my mouth as well as my nose, but was very tight fitting apart from that. The mask was then laced tightly at the back. I caught sight of myself in the mirror at this moment and it did look strange to see me wearing nothing but a billowy pair of black rubber cami-knickers concealing a rather large nappy and a black rubber mask. More was to come.

 

At this stage I realised that I was totally submissive and might as well enjoy it, whatever these three women were going to do to me may be enjoyable, erotic and even totally humiliating but I knew that I was going to come to no harm, so I relaxed and just paid attention to the debate over what I should be wearing. The final decision was that as we were going shopping for clothes for me, all I need to wear in addition to my present clothes was a mackintosh and boots. I was expecting to be told to wear my rubber riding boots but was given a pair of high heeled, thigh length PVC boots to put on.

 

They were my size and not for the first time did I wonder where on earth they found these sort of clothes, and in my size and even more did I wonder how long Sally had planned something like this as she seemed to have plenty of clothes in my size! The boots, like the mask I had on, needed to be laced up at the back and as soon as I had them on, Anne and Mandy did one leg up each. Both however seemed to be in competition to see if they could do the boots up tighter than the other and on more that one occasion I tottered dangerously in my high heels, already hampered by the bulky nappy. When the boots were done up I was somehow sure that the previously conventional rubber mackintosh would be substituted for something else.

 

I was only partially correct in that I was given a rubber mackintosh to put on but this was clearly not my size, in fact it was a good few sizes too small and by the time I had it on I was sweating. Even then they insisted that the belt be done up tightly and because it was so small it was essentially skin tight and short enough that the thigh length boots and hem of the mackintosh met neatly in the middle. At this I was made to stand in front of the mirror so that I could see myself and what I sight I looked. No bondage was applied to me at this stage as I was informed that we were now going out and at this each of the ladies donned rubber riding boots and a shiny black rubber mackintosh over their regular clothes and off we went.

 

Upon leaving Sally's apartment I was fully aware of the very peculiar sight we must have presented but was comforted in a strange way by the fact that they also looked a bit weird wearing rubber clothes on a sunny day and although I looked VERY weird in my outfit, I had a full mask on so no-one could see who I was. We got into the lift and made it to the car without meeting anyone for which I was very grateful, if only because I was having a lot of trouble walking properly with the nappy and boots. 

Part two, remember I'm not a writer and it's a fantasy!!

Part Two.

 

I lay there frozen with fear, unable to talk but well aware that there was someone in the room, there was a moments bustling about when all of a sudden I felt hands on my private parts and was swiftly rubbed to an orgasm. At this, the person left the room. During all of this time, not a single word had been spoken. Later when I asked Sally if it had been her she denied it and to this day I have no idea who brought me to a climax that evening.

 

When Sally did return to the room she gently untied me and we had a bath together, went out for the evening with the group and nothing was said of the events preceding until we got back to the hotel late that evening.

 

"Let's go to my room" she said, "so we can discuss if this is going anywhere"

 

I agreed and when we got there, she sat down on her bed, motioned me to join her and said: "I have a great passion for rubber clothes and bondage, I love tying people up and being tied up, I love all forms of rubber and PVC clothes but most especially I love rubber mackintoshes. If we are to get together in any way, then you have to understand that I am dominant and you are to be submissive, you may get to tie me up but only if and when I choose, and then only for my pleasure. Furthermore, if we get together, no matter if it lasts just one week, or the rest of our lives, once we are in dominant/submissive mode, I have absolute authority. Outside of dominant/submissive mode, we will be just like any other couple"

 

As I sat there listening to this woman describe my greatest fantasy, I could not help wondering what I had done to deserve such wonderful luck. She went on:

 

"I will give you one week to consider everything I have said and during this period I will not tie you up again. If you decide yes, then great, if you decide no, so be it, but once you have decided there is no going back"

 

"One other thing" she said, "tonight I will tie you up again just to help you concentrate, so go and get undressed"

 

I did so and when I came back into the room, she once again dressed me in her mackintosh and boots, "to ensure a snug fit" she said but also made me wear her rubber panties on, inside out thankfully. These were a very tight fit. Once dressed, she proceeded to gag me again with a pair of knickers stuffed into my mouth and the heavy woollen scarf. She then used the rope she had acquired the previous day to bind my legs, arms, shoulders, in fact all of me, and gently lay me down on the bed.

 

"Goodnight" she said and brought me to a rough and swift climax, climbed into bed beside me and went to sleep. I spent a fitful night, I am sure that I would have tossed and turned had I been able to move, and I drifted in and out of sleep. I was hot and very restricted, not the least because her boots were actually quite small for me, as was her mackintosh. Anyway, she woke me the next morning, un-gagged me and untied me and we had breakfast. On the way back to Watford in the car, I was disappointed that she was not wearing her mackintosh or boots, nor was I wearing mine. I mentioned it casually and she merely reminded me that there would be no more fun and games for a week while I was making up my mind.

 

 

The following day was a work day and I went in at my normal early hour. I did spot Sally arriving and was pleased to see she was wearing her mackintosh, it was after all raining quite hard, so I smiled at her, she smiled back but nothing was said. A week passed with Sally managing to wear her mackintosh to work every day despite the fact that it did not rain every day and she made a point of ensuring that I saw her, on one occasion even managing to get into the lift on the way home and treating me to the smell and site of her wearing her mackintosh tightly belted and buckled!

 

Finally the week was up and she invited me to her flat for dinner, 8PM sharp was the suggestion. I arrived early as is my wont and rang at the door at about 7:45, she answered the door with a surprising comment: "You are early, I said 8PM sharp and I meant it, perhaps you want me to punish you! Come in anyway and follow me"

 

I was lead to a small bedroom in which a bed laid out with the most fantastic array of rubber and PVC clothes had been laid out, along with her riding boots.

 

"Get dressed in what you feel would be appropriate and sit on the bed, I will come and get you when we are ready" The significance of the "we" passed me by at that time and I did as instructed. I got undressed and put on her boots, and pair of rubber pants and a truly stunning long rubber mackintosh that fitted me perfectly. I sat down on then bed and waited as instructed. At exactly 8PM she called out: "Peter, please come out now" so I did.

 

Upon entering the sitting room I was, instantly dismayed to find her and two other women sitting chatting and my first reaction was to blush so much I though my face was on fire, initially all three ignored me but after a couple of minutes Sally looked up and said: "No, no, no, what you have on is quite unsuitable. Anne and Mandy here will go and find some more suitable clothes, get undressed here"

 

I did so and the other two ladies left the room and came back presently laden with clothes. I felt very foolish standing there naked but the experience of subsequently being dressed by the three of them was enough to bring me to a climax, which it did! They started of with a similar pair of kickers that Sally had been wearing on the day this adventure started with one difference, they had a single insert (a butt plug) and were clearly meant for me. I tried putting them on but hesitated at the butt plug, this is when they took over smearing the plug with some Vaseline and inserting without any delicacy.

 

The feeling was odd to say the least because it was not so big, but it did affect my ability to walk properly. They followed this with a pair of rubber tights, well powdered so that they slid over my legs without too much difficulty and I marvelled at the fact that they had been able to get this stuff in my size. With the tights on I was worked into a very heavy tight fitting shiny black rubber all in one cat suit that had a roll neck, this was zipped up at the back. Next came what I can only describe as heavy shiny back rubber gauntlets. By this time I was as hot as hell, as turned on as ever I had been before. The final item was a thick shiny black rubber hood with holes at the nose, mouth and eyes. This had to be eased over my head and was fastened corset style at the back.

 

Job done, all three stood back and Mandy said: "Well, not bad but there are a couple of things missing." At this she picked up the mackintosh I had chosen to wear myself and told me to put it on, which I did. She did up all of the buttons, belted the mackintosh tightly and buckled the cuffs.

 

I was told to stand there and face them while they spoke to me. Anne took the lead this time and said: "Well, you came and are now properly dressed, let's explain what the set up is going to be and then you get to decide if you want to go ahead. If you do decide to go ahead, you can back out at any time, but my guess is that you will not want to!"

 

All three smiled at this and Anne carried on: "If you decide to go ahead, your life outside of work will see you predominantly dressed as you are and often you will be in bondage of one form or another. Sex does not come into the issue unless one of us decide so. If you decide not to go ahead, no hard feelings and we will just forget the whole issue."

 

"So" added Sally, "what is it to be, do we give it a try or what?"

 

Without much hesitation, and prompted significantly by the situation I found myself in, I said: "Yes please, let's go for it."

 

At this I was instructed to lie on the ground, face down and the first thing they did was to slide a harness with gag attached over my head and into my mouth, this was followed by a fairly close fitting rubber bag that they tied off at the neck. This rendered me unable to see, speak or even hear that much. They then took a number of wide leather straps and strapped me tightly from shoulders all the way down to my feet and finally hog tied me and left me lying on my side. "Stay there and don't move" I heard one of them say. As I had very little choice in the matter I did exactly as I was told.

 

Rubber, PVC, Macs and Bondage are one of my passions, music is another.

And when I say music, I mean real music. Music made by musicians and songs that (mostly) have lyrics. So I have a very wide musical spectrum, a catholic taste in music as some might describe it. Anyway, back in the eighties, and updated ever since, I started to compile my own analysis of the output of Pink Floyd, describing as best I can some technical details surrounding each album and then adding the lyrics. This was before the lyrics of such music were easily available on the internet so they were mostly compiled from the album covers (that's a record made from vinyl to you youngsters!) and listening to the album time after time. So are the lyrics totally accurate? Probably not, however, I compiled this for my own pleasure and discovered only recently when I did show the thing (can't call it a report as that sounds like I am work :)) to someone else who immediately asked for a copy. So, chapter by chapter, here is my Unofficial Guide to the works of Pink Floyd.

Chapter 1 - The Piper at the Gates of Dawn

 

Release date: August 5th, 1967

 

Pink Floyd's growing underground popularity led to a single, "Arnold Layne,” released in March of 1967. It entered the British charts at #20, resulting in national  media exposure for the band. Their follow-up single, "See Emily Play," stayed on the charts for 7 weeks, reaching #6. The Pink Floyd's first LP, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn, also remained on the charts for 7 weeks, and also reached #6.

 

Despite being over 24 years old, the Floyd's debut release still sounds as fresh as ever (in marked contrast to its famous contemporary "Sgt. Pepper"), and was Britain's enduring contribution to the Summer of Love. In early 1967 Pink Floyd went into EMI's Abbey Road studios with a stack of whimsical tunes about gnomes, scarecrows and bikes, psychedelic ditties that bore only a passing resemblance to the protracted spacey jams they were then famous for. The result was an unique combination of English whimsy and avant-garde sounds, featuring studio versions of the Floyd's most supremely psychedelic songs, the underground anthems "Astronomy Domine" and "Interstellar Overdrive". Two things in particular stand out: Rick Wright's strange ethereal organ sound and the sheer power and magic of Syd Barrett's songwriting--he wrote or co-wrote 10 of the 11 songs present -- and guitar playing.

 

Nick Mason: "We were given Norman Smith by EMI, no arguments. So Joe Boyd, our original producer, got written out of the thing. Norman was more interested in making us sound like a classical rock band. It was a bit like the George Martin thing, a useful influence to have. But I think Joe would have given Syd his head, let him run in a freer way. We spent three months recording it, which was quite a long time in those days. Bands used to have to finish albums in a week, with session players brought in to play the difficult bits. But because The Beatles were taking their time recording Sgt Pepper in the studio next door, EMI thought this was the way people now made records. We were taken in to meet them once, while they were recording Lovely Rita. It was a bit like meeting the Royal family."

 

Former manager Peter Jenner: "Norman was being the perfect A&R man. He realised Syd could write great pop songs. If we'd put out what we were playing live, it wouldn't have sold fuck at all. The one song here that was like the live shows was Interstellar Overdrive. They played it twice, one version recorded straight on top of the other. They doubletracked the whole track. Why? Well it sounds pretty fucking weird doesn't it? That big sound and all those hammering drums."

 

The album's title comes from the seventh chapter of Kenneth Grahame's "The Wind in the Willows" (the book was a favourite of Syd's).

Tracks: PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN

 

Astronomy Domine (Barrett)                                                            [04:08] Vocals by Barrett and Wright.

Lucifer Sam (Barrett)                                                                         [03:03] Vocals by Barrett.

Matilda Mother (Barrett)                                                                   [03:05] Vocals by Wright and Barrett

Flaming (Barrett)                                                                                 [02:42] Vocals by Barrett.

Pow R. Toc H. (Barrett, Waters, Wright, Mason)                          [04:22] Vocals by Barrett and Waters.

Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk (Waters)                              [03:03] Vocals by Waters.

Interstellar Overdrive (Barrett, Waters, Wright, Mason)              [09:41] Instrumental.

The Gnome (Barrett)                                                                          [02:11] Vocals by Barrett.

Chapter 24 (Barrett)                                                                           [03:38] Vocals by Barrett.

The Scarecrow (Barrett)                                                                     [02:07] Vocals by Barrett.

Bike (Barrett)                                                                                       [03:22] Vocals by Barrett.

 

Total Playing Time: 41'58

 

Musicians Featured:

 

Syd Barrett: Guitar, Vocals

Nick Mason: Drums

Roger Waters: Bass Guitar, Vocals

Rick Wright: Keyboards, Vocals

 

Astronomy Domine (Barrett)

Lime and limpid green, a second scene

A fight between the blue you once knew.

Floating down, the sound resounds

Around the icy waters underground.

Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania.

Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten.

Lime and limpid green, a second scene

A fight between the blue you once knew.

Floating down, the sound resounds

Around the icy waters underground.

Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania.

Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten.

 

Blinding signs flap,

Flicker, flicker, flicker blam. Pow, pow.

Stairway scare Dan dare who's there?

Lime and limpid green, the sounds around

The icy waters under

Lime and limpid green, the sounds around

The icy waters underground.

 

Lucifer Sam (Barrett)

Lucifer Sam, Siam cat.

Always sitting by your side

Always by your side.

That cat's something I can't explain.

 

Ginger, ginger you're a witch.

You're the left side

He's the right side.

Oh, no!

That cat's something I can't explain.

 

Lucifer go to sea.

Be a hip cat, be a ship's cat.

Somewhere, anywhere.

That cat's something I can't explain.

 

At night prowling sifting sand.

Hiding around on the ground.

He'll be found when you're around.

That cat's something I can't explain.

 

Matilda Mother (Barrett)

There was a king who ruled the land.

His majesty was in command.

With silver eyes the scarlet eagle

Showers silver on the people.

Oh Mother, tell me more.

 

Why'd'ya have to leave me there

Hanging in my infant air

Waiting?

You only have to read the lines

They're scribbly black and everything shines.

 

Across the stream with wooden shoes

With bells to tell the king the news

A thousand misty riders climb up

Higher once upon a time.

 

Wandering and dreaming

The words have different meaning.

Yes they did.

 

For all the time spent in that room

The doll's house, darkness, old perfume

And fairy stories held me high on

Clouds of sunlight floating by.

Oh Mother, tell me more

Tell me more.

Aaaaaaaah

Aaaaaaaah

Aaaaaaaah

 

Pow R. Toc H (Barrett, Waters, Wright, Mason)

(Instrumental)

 

Flaming (Barrett)

Alone in the clouds all blue

Lying on an eiderdown.

Yippee! You can't see me

But I can you.

 

Lazing in the foggy dew

Sitting on a unicorn.

No fair, you can't hear me

But I can you.

 

Watching buttercups cup the light

Sleeping on a dandelion.

Too much, I won't touch you

But then I might.

 

Screaming through the starlit sky

Travelling by telephone.

Hey ho, here we go

Ever so high.

Alone in the clouds all blue

Lying on an eiderdown.

Yippee! You can't see me

But I can you.

 

Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk (Waters)

Doctor doctor!

I'm in bed

Achin' head

Gold is lead

Choke on bread

Underfed

Gold is lead

Jesus bled

Pain is red

Are goon

Grow go

Greasy spoon

You swoon

June bloom

 

Music seems to help the pain

Seems to cultivate the brain.

Doctor kindly tell your wife that

I'm alive - flowers thrive - realise - realise

Realise.

Interstellar Overdrive (Barrett, Waters, Wright, Mason)

(Instrumental)

 

The Gnome (Barrett)

I want to tell you a story

About a little man

If I can.

A gnome named Grimble Crumble.

And little gnomes stay in their homes.

Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine.

 

He wore a scarlet tunic,

A blue green hood,

It looked quite good,

He had a big adventure

Amidst the grass

Fresh air at last.

Wining, dining, biding his time.

And then one day - hooray!

Another way for gnomes to say

Oooooooooomray.

 

Look at the sky, look at the river

Isn't it good?

Look at the sky, look at the river

Isn't it good?

Winding, finding places to go.

And then one day - hooray!

Another way for gnomes to say

Oooooooooomray.

Ooooooooooooooomray.

 

Chapter 24 (Barrett)

A movement is accomplished in six stages

And the seventh brings return.

The seven is the number of the young light

It forms when darkness is increased by one.

Change returns success

Going and coming without error.

Action brings good fortune.

Sunset.

 

The time is with the month of winter solstice

When the change is due to come.

Thunder in the other course of heaven.

Things cannot be destroyed once and for all.

Change returns success

Going and coming without error.

Action brings good fortune.

Sunset, sunrise.

 

A movement is accomplished in six stages

And the seventh brings return.

The seven is the number of the young light

It forms when darkness is increased by one.

Change returns success

Going and coming without error.

Action brings good fortune.

Sunset, sunrise.

 

The Scarecrow (Barrett)

The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows

Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.

He didn't care.

He stood in a field where barley grows.

 

His head did no thinking

His arms didn't move except when the wind cut up

About his head and mice spun around on the ground

He stood in a field where barley grows.

 

The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me

But now he's resigned to his fate

'Cause life's not unkind - he doesn't mind.

He stood in a field where barley grows.

                                 

Bike (Barrett)

I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.

It's got a basket, a bell that rings and

Things to make it look good.

I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.

 

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.

I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

 

I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.

There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.

I've had it for months.

If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.

 

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.

I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

 

I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.

I don't know why. I call him Gerald.

He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.

 

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.

I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

 

I've got a clan of gingerbread men.

Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.

Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.

 

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.

I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.

 

I know a room full of musical tunes.

Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.

Let's go into the other room and make them work.

Part one - a story that combines some of my real life experiences with a great deal of fantasy.

Part One.

As I lie here on the bench, tightly bound, gagged, blindfolded and dressed from head to foot in rubber, I can not help but reflect on how my life has changed since I got together with Sally less than six months ago. My present situation needs some explanation before I explain how I got to this stage.

I am wearing a full shiny black rubber body suit, rubber riding boots, a full black rubber hood/mask and a shiny black rubber mackintosh, tightly belted and buckled. The finishing touch to my outfit is a pair of tight fitting rubber pants with an integral butt plug, and though it is not too large, I can feel it! I am lying down on a massage table and have been bound by wide rubber straps at my ankles, calves, knees, thighs and the tops of my arms. My arms are also in a bondage glove that is strapped to my shoulders. Finally, similar wide leather straps are binding me tightly to the table at my feet, knees, thighs, waist, chest and neck. In short, I am trussed up like a turkey, unable to move an inch, very hot indeed and loving every minute of it.

Shortly, when Sally comes back from the shops, she will bring me to an orgasm by rubbing the outside of my mackintosh (in the right place), having done this she will humiliate me for not having more self control and leave me tied up for another hour, squirming in the mess that I have made and still helplessly tied up! This, or a variation on the theme, is how I generally unwind at the end of most days having got home from work. Weekend variations tend to be more creative and lengthier, which normally means that I spend more time tied up, both waiting for, and after my orgasm.

As I say, how I came to be in this very lucky situation is a great story and one I’d like to share with you.

I had known Sally for quite a while due to the fact that we worked together but though I found her to be very attractive, she is well built, trim and nearly as tall as me, I had never considered having a relationship with her. My company had arranged to send a five a side football team to a tournament arranged by our largest customer, and I was going to support. Sally was looking for a lift as the match was in Birmingham so arranged to collect her on my way. On the day I set off in my car and drove to Watford to collect Sally, it was pouring with rain and the traffic was horrible resulting in me being later than I had intended. I called Sally from my car and arranged to just stop outside her flat and she would come down. By the time I got to her place she was standing outside even though it was still raining slightly.

My heart jumped a beat when I saw her as she was wearing a long black shiny rubber mackintosh and shiny black rubber riding boots, the mackintosh was tightly belted around her waist showing the best of both her and the mackintosh. Underneath, as I was to discover later she was wearing a tight, short denim skirt over a pair of rubber knickers with a built in butt plug and vaginal insert! As I pulled up she climbed into the car without taking off her mackintosh, did up and her seat belt and start to chat. She did not know of course that just seeing this well built attractive woman dressed in this way corresponded so closely with my idea of a perfect woman, I had an erection to be proud of (well for me anyway).

Along the way we chatted normally and after a while she suggested we stop for a cup of coffee as we had made up some time. We stopped at the next service station and parked. As it was still raining I needed to get my jacket from the boot and while I was leaning in to get it, Sally, who was standing beside me, noticed that my own black rubber mackintosh was in the boot. Rubber clothes and mackintoshes in particular has been an interest of mine, but one I enjoyed in private.

Without hesitation she said to me: “Nice mackintosh, put it on”

There was clearly no point in arguing, and I did not want to, so I slipped it on, locked the car and made to walk off. She stopped me by standing in front of me and buttoning up the mackintosh, and pulling the belt in tightly. This act alone was enough to bring me to a swift and hugely embarrassing orgasm. As I stood there in the car park with this rubber clad lady smoothing down my own mackintosh, ejaculating into my pants, I was both turned on beyond anything I had previously experienced and horrified at what had just happened.

She just laughed and said: “As an immediate punishment I will not allow you to change your pants, and you’ll keep your mackintosh on until I tell you to take it off, later I will devise a more suitable punishment”

I was too embarrassed to speak and she walked off to the restaurant with me following behind. When we were seated, both still wearing our mackintoshes as she had not taken hers off, so I kept mine on as well.  Having ordered coffee each, I figured that I needed to say something about what had happened.

“Sorry about that” I said, “I don’t know what came over me”

“I did” she replied and grinned, “besides there is no need to apologise. If you like though, I will punish you later on”

Again, I felt an erection rising and said: “Yes please, but how did you know that I would like all of this?”

“It was really quite obvious to me as soon as I saw your rubber mackintosh in the boot and it is an unfortunate fact that today very few people wear rubber mackintoshes just for practical reasons, though I’ll confess I did deliberately wear these clothes today anyway!”

So we finished our coffees, paid and walked back to the car. The journey passed pleasantly enough and when we got to the match, she told me that I could take my own mackintosh off for the while. The football tournament passed off without any problems, our team did not win but they did well enough. All through the tournament, I could see the women openly admiring Sally’s outfit of rubber mackintosh and boots and many of the men doing the same only not so openly. At the end, we all set off for the hotel we were staying at with an arrangement to meet in the bar at 8PM.

As we got back into my car, Sally told me to divert to a hardware store she had seen on the way as she needed to buy some stuff. As we parked at the store, she instructed me to get my mackintosh back on, which she did up and belted for me, this time more openly rearranging the mackintosh so that she could ensure that I had an erection and told me to stand by the car and to wait for her. She went off and did her shopping and returned about 10 minutes later with a carrier bag full of stuff. When I asked what she had bought she merely informed me that I would find out!

I did find out because as soon as we had checked into the hotel, separate rooms of course as I had no idea that this was going to happen, she ordered me to unpack and to meet her at her room in 10 minutes. When I got to her room and knocked, I was not surprised to find her still wearing her mackintosh and boots but did not have mine with me, a mistake and one that she punished me for immediately.

“Where is your mackintosh?” she asked.

“In my room” I sort of mumbled, not being fully sure how this game was going to pan out.

“Well, we will need it but you can’t go and get it dressed like that, so you’d better come in”

In I went and stood there watching as she took off her mackintosh, skirt and boots and placed them on the bed. This was the first time that I had seen her rubber pants and even without her mackintosh she did look rather magnificent.

“So, you forgot your mackintosh, well, I am going to need it shortly so I’d like you to go and get it” I turned to go but she held me back and said “not like that, get undressed”

I was about to protest and say that if she thought I was going to walk down the corridor, to the lift, go down three flight to my room just to get my mackintosh, and all of this stark naked, she could think again when she continued:

“And put on those”, pointing to the mackintosh, boots and skirt on the bed, “or, I’ll just tie you up here and now and leave you for the whole evening”

So, rather reluctantly, I undressed in front of her, feeling rather self conscious, and tried to pull on her skirt. Of course it did not fit so she took it back with a comment that she would have to sort me out a proper wardrobe sometime soon. I then took the boots and mackintosh and whilst these were both a very tight fit, I did manage to get them on. Standing there in nothing but her mackintosh and boots was a very erotic and rather humiliating experience. She patted me on the backside with a warning not to be too long and pushed me out of her door.

Faced with no choice, but determined to avoid meeting anyone I knew dressed as I was, I decided to take the stairs. I got to my room, retrieved my mackintosh and got back in no time. When she answered the door however, I was surprised when she told me off for being so long and suggested that extra punishment would ensue. So, there I was, standing in this woman’s room wearing her rubber mackintosh and riding boots waiting for what was to happen next. What happened was blissful, she told me to keep her mackintoshes and boots on and donned mine herself, belting it tightly and turning up the sleeves a couple of times, she instructed me to lie, face down on her bed.

As I did she climbed on top of me and started to tie my wrists and elbows and then wound some rope around my arms. Without thinking of my role in this little event, I asked: “Where did you get the rope?”

She silenced me by stuffing a pair of her knickers into my mouth and gagging me with a large woollen scarf that she first tied around my mouth and then wrapped around my head a few times. This left me speechless but able to breathe but gagged, blindfolded and very hot. Having done this she tied my ankles, calves, thighs and wound some rope around my waist.

Finally she attached some more rope to my ankles and pulled them firmly up to the rope attached to my waist. At this point she quickly brought me to an orgasm and said:

“Right, I’ll see you later, I’m off to the bar for a drink, I’ll tell everyone that you are a bit tied up and can not come down for a while. I expect to find you here when I get back, so don’t move” For a short while I could hear her moving around the room and then felt the rubber knickers she had been wearing pulled over my head.

“I’m just going to take a couple of photos for the record” she said, and she did. These photos are ones that I cherish now as the sight of me lying there, wearing her mackintosh and boots with her rubber knickers on (the two inserts were now on the outside so that it looked like I had horns), is very special to me.

With that, she turned off the light and just as she was closing the door called out: “If the maid comes to turn down the sheets, don’t worry!” At this, the predicament I was in became completely clear, what would I do if the maid or housekeeper did come into the room, they would probably assume that I was an unwilling captive and let me out. This would give me two problems, one was the immense embarrassment that I would suffer and two would be that Sally had told me not to move. All of these concerns drifted from my mind as I learnt for the first time how incredibly relaxing it is to be dressed in rubber, bound, gagged and blindfolded. I slept for at least an hour only to be woken by someone knocking at the door.

“Room service” was the call. I froze, not that I could move much anyway! I could not even call out that I was busy as I was tightly gagged, so all I could do was wait and to my horror the door opened and again the call came:

“Room service”