I was now dragged out of the car by one of the masked voyeurs, his thick cock dangling semi-limp, and handed a small rubber bundle. "You've got to come over to the trees with us, and put this hood on. Your master will be over soon." My mind was in a whirl, what next? Once more my plastic boots took me around the car park, to the edge of the trees. "You've got to tie your plastic mac tightly, first, slut, put the hood on, then just lie on the ground. You must NOT wank!" I tied the creaking clear plastic mac around me, then studied the hood for a moment. It was obviously inflatable, with a pump ... Continue»
I'm now a prisoner of my own addictions and lust. only a month ago i moved into this new house as a lodger after my marriage failed. i soon discovered that my landlord was really a rubber tv landlady. her house had a rubber fetish playroom, full of huge heeled white platform boots, rubber dresses, hoods, dildos and glistening pvc macs. And of course there were cigarettes everywhere, long Rothman royals, black sobranies and Marlboro red 100s - perfect whore cigarettes.
Anne caught me one day wearing one of her rubber dresses and those thigh boots all made up in front of her full length mirror taking deep quick snap inhales from a Rothman Royal 120, sniffing hard from a bottle of poppers and wanking in elbow length red rubber gloves - i was now the dream fetish whore id been desperate to become for years. i heard the door open and there she was smiling at me smoking hard and rubbing her she cock through her black shining pvc mac. my new life was just beginning