Doggy Boarding – M's Perspective
I was taking F to the fetish club again tonight -- but this time I had a special treat planned for him.
The guy has a total fetish for locks -- every single piece of his gear is lockable. His rubber catsuit has lockable zippers, his doggy hood has a lockable collar, his paws lock on, and of course his metal chastity belt locks on as well. He gets off on being locked in his gear and not being able to get out. So I had him get into it, took his keys and locked every single lock. For good measure, I told him to wear his plug tail as well, which locks onto his chastity belt, so he couldn’t take that one out either.
I paraded him around the club for a while before handing his leash off to E and J, two good friends of ours. Unbeknownst to him, I’d made a deal with E and J: They’d take him home to their place, while I’d take the keys, so he’d have to stay in his gear till the next morning. I knew that being locked in and knowing that his keys were miles away would make him horny as hell. Knowing that even the people he was with couldn’t just let him out has always had a special appeal to him. I’d also take all his regular clothes, so that his rubber gear was literally his only cover.
I left the club at some point, making sure that F didn’t see me. I spotted him briefly, kneeling at the bar next to J’s leg, apparently nodding off and looking very content.
Back at home, I slipped into bed, still in my rubber gear. Thinking of poor F, all locked up and nowhere to go, I got hard again, so I wanked slowly and leisurely, thinking about the little rubber doggy, who was probably in E and J’s cage by now, with no way of getting out. Or getting off -- the chastity belt would make sure that he couldn't get at his dick.
The only thing that was left to decide was what to do with him the next morning. I’d told E and J I’d drop by for breakfast … I’d probably keep him in the cage until we finished breakfast. At most I’d give him something nutritious to drink through his gag’s drinking tube …
What to do next would depend on how worn out he’d turn out to be. If he was truly gone after a night in the cage in gear, I might just chain his paws to the cage bars, take off his chastity belt and edge him to a screaming orgasm. If he was still in a pretty good shape, I might take him home in gear and continue playing with him there.
But even if I did finish him off at E and J’s place I had no intention of bringing any of his clothes. I’d unlock him, get him to take a shower, tell him to clean and dry his rubber gear, and then I’d tell him that I had no clothes for him, and that the only way for him not to be naked on the way to my place would be to get back into his rubber.
Knowing him, that would probably make him so horny again that he’d be ready for more play well before we got back to my place.'
The guy has a total fetish for locks -- every single piece of his gear is lockable. His rubber catsuit has lockable zippers, his doggy hood has a lockable collar, his paws lock on, and of course his metal chastity belt locks on as well. He gets off on being locked in his gear and not being able to get out. So I had him get into it, took his keys and locked every single lock. For good measure, I told him to wear his plug tail as well, which locks onto his chastity belt, so he couldn’t take that one out either.
I paraded him around the club for a while before handing his leash off to E and J, two good friends of ours. Unbeknownst to him, I’d made a deal with E and J: They’d take him home to their place, while I’d take the keys, so he’d have to stay in his gear till the next morning. I knew that being locked in and knowing that his keys were miles away would make him horny as hell. Knowing that even the people he was with couldn’t just let him out has always had a special appeal to him. I’d also take all his regular clothes, so that his rubber gear was literally his only cover.
I left the club at some point, making sure that F didn’t see me. I spotted him briefly, kneeling at the bar next to J’s leg, apparently nodding off and looking very content.
Back at home, I slipped into bed, still in my rubber gear. Thinking of poor F, all locked up and nowhere to go, I got hard again, so I wanked slowly and leisurely, thinking about the little rubber doggy, who was probably in E and J’s cage by now, with no way of getting out. Or getting off -- the chastity belt would make sure that he couldn't get at his dick.
The only thing that was left to decide was what to do with him the next morning. I’d told E and J I’d drop by for breakfast … I’d probably keep him in the cage until we finished breakfast. At most I’d give him something nutritious to drink through his gag’s drinking tube …
What to do next would depend on how worn out he’d turn out to be. If he was truly gone after a night in the cage in gear, I might just chain his paws to the cage bars, take off his chastity belt and edge him to a screaming orgasm. If he was still in a pretty good shape, I might take him home in gear and continue playing with him there.
But even if I did finish him off at E and J’s place I had no intention of bringing any of his clothes. I’d unlock him, get him to take a shower, tell him to clean and dry his rubber gear, and then I’d tell him that I had no clothes for him, and that the only way for him not to be naked on the way to my place would be to get back into his rubber.
Knowing him, that would probably make him so horny again that he’d be ready for more play well before we got back to my place.'
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