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.