Decoration
They were having their big annual rubber night at the fetish club again, and E told me that they needed some decoration for the party -- something to make the place seem a little more edgy and put people in the right mood. He knows my liking for long-term bondage and bondage in public, so I was his first choice.
He told me to arrive at his place around 8 on the day of the party and bring my rubber gear. When I arrived there were a half dozen guys already present waiting for me. He led me to his garage and showed me what he had in mind:
He’d taken a big 1m x 2m board of wood and covered it with upholstery form. On top of the foam he’d put a layer of vinyl. The idea was that they’d attach me to the board, transport me to the fetish club, put me on display for the whole night, and then take me home again. Since the whole process would be faster with more people, and since the board with me attached would also be pretty heavy to move, he’d gotten a couple of friends to help.
At E’s call I got into my rubber gear -- full catsuit with socks and gloves attached, and an open-face hood. I was also wearing a rubber cock sheath so that party goers could play with my cock. E also suggested that I put in earplugs and wear a hood with just nose holes and no other openings for maximum isolation.
Once I was outfitted in this way, rubbered up, blind and deaf, they led me to the board and had me lie down on it. As they positioned my limbs in the right way, it did occur to me that I hadn’t seen any attachment points on the board -- no hooks, no restraints.
This question was soon solved though. I felt them putting a kind of band over my chest, and suddenly I felt a vibration, and heard the faint sound of a screw being driven into the wood through my earplugs. After a second screw had been driven through that band, E encouraged me to try and sit up. I did, and was surprised to find out that there was no give at all -- they were using metal bands to screw me to the board!
Satisfied with the first try, E and his friends got to work in earnest. They added metal bands all over my body -- hips, arms, elbows, wrists, thighs, knees, ankles, everywhere, until I couldn’t move any limbs. They even put them over my individual fingers so I couldn’t move my fingers. As a last step, they added bands over my forehead, my neck and my chin, to secure my head.
With that, I was completely immobilized, one with the board, and ready to be put up as decoration. I felt them pick up the board with me on it and put it on the bed of E’s pick-up truck. Shortly afterwards I felt the engine spring to life, and off we went to the club. They carried me inside and put me up against a wall near the entrance -- so that the new arrivals could see me and get in the mood. They’d arrive at the club, and the first thing they saw would be a black rubber form attached seemingly permanently to the board -- a living, breathing piece of decoration.
Of course I couldn’t see anything, nor hear much, but I did hear faint chatter through the earplugs, and every once in a while someone in the queue would touch me and brush their hands over my skin. I craved those fleeting touches in my prison of sensory deprivation …
Once the ticket counter closed down, they moved me into the club proper and put me up close to the dancefloor. All I could hear was faint dance music through the ear plugs, while I knew that all around me the party was going on.
All through the night, people would lean against my board, touch my rubber skin, stroke me, and play with my dick in its well-lubed rubber sheath. E must have instructed them well -- they knew that I loved being touched in bondage, but they never played enough with me to actually make me come. That night I was just a piece of decoration, there for their enjoyment.
After some time, I felt my board being taken down and transported back to the truck. We arrived back at E’s garage, where I was propped up again. Everything went very quiet for a while … until I heard E’s voice through the ear plugs: “Everyone’s gone home already, and I’m kinda tired and don’t feel like unscrewing all those screws. You’ll be all right for the night, right?”
With that, I felt him drawing a blanket over my black rubber form. “There, so that you don’t get cold! See you in the morning!”
Of course I had no idea whether he turned off the lights, whether he walked away or stayed … I was caught in my black rubber prison, unable to move, screwed fast to the board, with no way out.
He told me to arrive at his place around 8 on the day of the party and bring my rubber gear. When I arrived there were a half dozen guys already present waiting for me. He led me to his garage and showed me what he had in mind:
He’d taken a big 1m x 2m board of wood and covered it with upholstery form. On top of the foam he’d put a layer of vinyl. The idea was that they’d attach me to the board, transport me to the fetish club, put me on display for the whole night, and then take me home again. Since the whole process would be faster with more people, and since the board with me attached would also be pretty heavy to move, he’d gotten a couple of friends to help.
At E’s call I got into my rubber gear -- full catsuit with socks and gloves attached, and an open-face hood. I was also wearing a rubber cock sheath so that party goers could play with my cock. E also suggested that I put in earplugs and wear a hood with just nose holes and no other openings for maximum isolation.
Once I was outfitted in this way, rubbered up, blind and deaf, they led me to the board and had me lie down on it. As they positioned my limbs in the right way, it did occur to me that I hadn’t seen any attachment points on the board -- no hooks, no restraints.
This question was soon solved though. I felt them putting a kind of band over my chest, and suddenly I felt a vibration, and heard the faint sound of a screw being driven into the wood through my earplugs. After a second screw had been driven through that band, E encouraged me to try and sit up. I did, and was surprised to find out that there was no give at all -- they were using metal bands to screw me to the board!
Satisfied with the first try, E and his friends got to work in earnest. They added metal bands all over my body -- hips, arms, elbows, wrists, thighs, knees, ankles, everywhere, until I couldn’t move any limbs. They even put them over my individual fingers so I couldn’t move my fingers. As a last step, they added bands over my forehead, my neck and my chin, to secure my head.
With that, I was completely immobilized, one with the board, and ready to be put up as decoration. I felt them pick up the board with me on it and put it on the bed of E’s pick-up truck. Shortly afterwards I felt the engine spring to life, and off we went to the club. They carried me inside and put me up against a wall near the entrance -- so that the new arrivals could see me and get in the mood. They’d arrive at the club, and the first thing they saw would be a black rubber form attached seemingly permanently to the board -- a living, breathing piece of decoration.
Of course I couldn’t see anything, nor hear much, but I did hear faint chatter through the earplugs, and every once in a while someone in the queue would touch me and brush their hands over my skin. I craved those fleeting touches in my prison of sensory deprivation …
Once the ticket counter closed down, they moved me into the club proper and put me up close to the dancefloor. All I could hear was faint dance music through the ear plugs, while I knew that all around me the party was going on.
All through the night, people would lean against my board, touch my rubber skin, stroke me, and play with my dick in its well-lubed rubber sheath. E must have instructed them well -- they knew that I loved being touched in bondage, but they never played enough with me to actually make me come. That night I was just a piece of decoration, there for their enjoyment.
After some time, I felt my board being taken down and transported back to the truck. We arrived back at E’s garage, where I was propped up again. Everything went very quiet for a while … until I heard E’s voice through the ear plugs: “Everyone’s gone home already, and I’m kinda tired and don’t feel like unscrewing all those screws. You’ll be all right for the night, right?”
With that, I felt him drawing a blanket over my black rubber form. “There, so that you don’t get cold! See you in the morning!”
Of course I had no idea whether he turned off the lights, whether he walked away or stayed … I was caught in my black rubber prison, unable to move, screwed fast to the board, with no way out.
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