The Holiday i Wish for - Sex Stories

The Holiday i Wish for

... clear, nod, because I do not want you to speak unless I tell you to, at no time, understood? I nodded again, not really happy about it, then again, why not, this is going to be the best holiday I can imagine, all rubber, all bondage, all fun… well with the exception of the chastity and plug, I desperately wanted to cum, but that was - as everything else at the moment - out of my control. We have to pick up one more item from a friend of mine, the one who loaned me that chastity belt, finish your coffee while you wait here, boy. Then he left the room. When he came back he had a pile of clothes in his arms and another rather heavy straitjacket. He threw it on a chair and then picked out one item after the other, with each telling me to put it on. A long john underwear first, as if I was not warm enough inside the rubber already, but I did as told and put it on. Knee high wool socks followed, a rough checkered shirt followed, a slightly oversized worker jeans came next. Then he threw a pair of worker boots at me to put on. Once I stood there, only my rubbered hands and head were visible, the rest looked just like a simple worker, but that was taken care of too then. he stood in front of me and pulled a mask over my rubbered head, one of those real face masks, from close certainly easy to spot, but from far it would hide my rubbered head perfectly. however this mask was not just any mask, it had a special mouth piece, filling the inside of my mouth, covering the sides inside ...

... my mouth, built in compartment for the teeth and even the tongue, but teeth and tongue parts hard material, not soft, unless pressed out that would keep me quiet, but then again, the pressing out was prevented immediately, on the inside of the mask straps were embedded, pulled tightly to the back and buckled they kept that mouth piece exactly where it was meant to be and once he pulled the mask completely over my head, none of that was visible anymore. An ingenious device I thought, of course not enjoying the impact to me, but definitely admiring the idea behind it. Then he took a pair or worker gloves and had me pull those over my rubbered hands. He had me follow him then, grabbing the strait jacket on the way out, in the hallway we stopped briefly, I stood in front of a large mirror, what I saw … a stranger looking at me, a worker, no rubber visible other than in the eyes of the mask, no hint of the gag keeping me silent, no hint of anything underneath the unsuspicious worker clothing. He took a pair of sun glasses then and put them on me, the last bit of rubber disappeared behind them, a base cap puled over the blank head of the mask completed it. I could tell from the view of that stranger in the mirror that if not close enough, nobody would realize what was underneath, or who… Then we went out, into his car, he had me sit in the passenger’s seat, and we drove off, right into town. I was unable to speak anyway, but would not really have known what to say, it was strange, ...