Normality
He’d been looking forward to the fetish weekend for a while, and he was determined to spend as much of it in rubber as possible. He only got this kind of opportunity once a year, and he was going to make it count!
He put on his rubber for the first time on Friday morning. While his friends were getting up in the apartment they shared, he put on his catsuit with attached gloves and socks, and his puppy hood. This was going to be his outfit for the weekend! His handler locked up his collar and pocketed the key – without the key he would be able to take off neither his hood nor the catsuit.
Looking into the mirror, he marvelled at the sleek black shiny rubber puppy that stared back at him. That puppy looked so good! He couldn’t really believe yet that this was him.
Looking into the mirror, he marvelled at the sleek black shiny rubber puppy that stared back at him. That puppy looked so good! He couldn’t really believe yet that this was him.
Leaving the apartment for the first time was weird and scary. He felt extremely self conscious to be wearing nothing but skin tight rubber and a hood on the street. Being in his group of friends gave him some sense of security, but he still sized up the reaction of every person they met on the street. Sitting down at the cafe for breakfast, he looked around and caught the other patrons looking at him – which made him feel awkward and uncomfortable.
After breakfast, their little group milled around the area and visited some fetish shops. The approving looks he got in the fetish shops made him feel a little better, and when dinnertime rolled around, he was starting to forget about the gear he was wearing. At dinner, he sat down in his full rubber, ate his food with gloved hands and drank with his hood on without thinking much of it. An evening of bar hopping concluded the night, and he enjoyed the hugs and cuddles from his friends. He fell asleep quickly in his rubber when they got back to the apartment.
Saturday morning was shower time. He’d agreed with his handler on daily showers – that would allow him to clean his gear and give his skin some rest. His handler unlocked him, and he hopped in the shower, took off his suit and hood, and cleaned thoroughly. After toweling off, he toweled the suit and hood dry, shined them up again and lubed them. He waited a little while for his skin to dry fully, and then put his gear on again. It felt a little strange to be back in gear so quickly but he acclimatized quickly, and soon it felt completely natural again.
His owner locked him back up before they left, and this time he left the key at the apartment – they wouldn’t need it today since they didn’t intend to let him out of his gear during the day anyway, Today, he felt a lot less self conscious. He didn’t think much about what other people on the street were thinking, his rubber skin felt like it belonged there, and he didn’t feel special or unusual. At breakfast he hardly looked at the other patrons and instead just concentrated on his food and on having fun with his friends.
The street fair helped further to put him at ease. He loved hanging out in public, the warm sun on his rubber skin, feeling the slight breeze on his rubber, with all of his friends around him. He got so many hugs, and they felt so good and so right through his rubber skin. A great party concluded his Saturday, and when he finally fell asleep at 5am, he was a blissed out little rubber puppy.
Waking on on Sunday, he felt so good that he didn’t want to take off his gear to shower. He begged and pleaded to be allowed to continue wearing it, but his handler was adamant – one shower per day. He hopped in the shower and soaped up as quickly as possible. He didn’t really want to feel the water on his non-rubbered skin, or touch himself without rubber. Toweling off felt strange and scratchy on his naked skin. He toweled the inside of his hood and suit perfunctorily and lubed them up again, not even bothering to dry or shine the outside. He avoided looking at himself in the mirror – he didn’t want to see the pink naked guy in the mirror, he just wanted to be a black rubber puppy. Hurriedly slipping back into his gear, he couldn’t wait until it was on and his hood was zipped closed. Only then did he relax a little. He toweled off the outside of his gear, and the feelings felt right again – the towel produced exactly the right feelings on his rubber skin. He shined himself up too: That was the right kind of skin care for a rubber puppy.
On that day, leaving the key to his gear at home was more for his security than for keeping him in the gear – it meant that there was no danger of anyone coaxing him out of his gear.
That Sunday saw another change of attitude. He transformed from an oblivious rubber puppy into a proud and confident puppy. They did a little sightseeing and some photo ops. He stepped onto the subway platform without a care in the world, and proudly stood in the trains, being completely in his element. This is what he was, a rubber puppy, and he was not going to hide it. He was completely at ease standing in front of the tourist attractions, looking passersby’s in the eye, smiling at them, getting pictures taken with him, and dispensing hugs. The traditional Sunday afternoon party and some more bar hopping concluded the day. He fell asleep marveling at how good he’d been feeling the last two days. It wasn’t that he was horny all the time. He just felt really, really right. It felt like this was the way he was supposed to be. A rubber puppy in rubber skin, out and about in the world. Falling asleep was easy like that.
But then came Monday… he’d been avoiding thinking about Monday. He knew that this had to end sometime, but when it finally came he wasn’t prepared for his. When his handler hugged him and told him that he had to take off his gear, he couldn’t understand. Why did he have to take something off that felt so right and made him feel so good? He started crying at the thought of taking it off, and had to be held for a while until he was able to go to the shower. One of his friends came into the shower with him, helped him take off the gear, and soaped him up. He held him for another while under the warm running water to let him relax.
Being toweled off felt strange, and his pink skin was off – it should be black and shiny. He felt extremely vulnerable, as if his skin had been stripped off and he was more than naked. The soft fluffy bathrobe felt scratchy and unpleasant against his bare skin. Sitting on the couch, he still needed to be held while he slowly sipped a mug of tea and let everything sink in. It took him maybe an hour to arrive back in reality and leave his rubber puppy self behind.
Getting into a jeans and t-shirt for going out still felt out of place, and he missed the feeling of the air on his black rubber skin. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and was taken aback to spot a guy in a t-shirt. He still half expected to see a rubber puppy in the mirror.
For this time, his stint as a rubber puppy was over, but there would be more. And he wouldn’t forget how completely natural and normal it felt to be a rubber puppy out and about. The more he did this, the quicker this feeling would come back to him. He couldn’t wait for the next time he put on his rubber skin. Looking in the mirror, he briefly saw a black shiny rubber puppy overlaid on the guy in the mirror – and it looked like the puppy was winking at him.
After breakfast, their little group milled around the area and visited some fetish shops. The approving looks he got in the fetish shops made him feel a little better, and when dinnertime rolled around, he was starting to forget about the gear he was wearing. At dinner, he sat down in his full rubber, ate his food with gloved hands and drank with his hood on without thinking much of it. An evening of bar hopping concluded the night, and he enjoyed the hugs and cuddles from his friends. He fell asleep quickly in his rubber when they got back to the apartment.
Saturday morning was shower time. He’d agreed with his handler on daily showers – that would allow him to clean his gear and give his skin some rest. His handler unlocked him, and he hopped in the shower, took off his suit and hood, and cleaned thoroughly. After toweling off, he toweled the suit and hood dry, shined them up again and lubed them. He waited a little while for his skin to dry fully, and then put his gear on again. It felt a little strange to be back in gear so quickly but he acclimatized quickly, and soon it felt completely natural again.
His owner locked him back up before they left, and this time he left the key at the apartment – they wouldn’t need it today since they didn’t intend to let him out of his gear during the day anyway, Today, he felt a lot less self conscious. He didn’t think much about what other people on the street were thinking, his rubber skin felt like it belonged there, and he didn’t feel special or unusual. At breakfast he hardly looked at the other patrons and instead just concentrated on his food and on having fun with his friends.
The street fair helped further to put him at ease. He loved hanging out in public, the warm sun on his rubber skin, feeling the slight breeze on his rubber, with all of his friends around him. He got so many hugs, and they felt so good and so right through his rubber skin. A great party concluded his Saturday, and when he finally fell asleep at 5am, he was a blissed out little rubber puppy.
Waking on on Sunday, he felt so good that he didn’t want to take off his gear to shower. He begged and pleaded to be allowed to continue wearing it, but his handler was adamant – one shower per day. He hopped in the shower and soaped up as quickly as possible. He didn’t really want to feel the water on his non-rubbered skin, or touch himself without rubber. Toweling off felt strange and scratchy on his naked skin. He toweled the inside of his hood and suit perfunctorily and lubed them up again, not even bothering to dry or shine the outside. He avoided looking at himself in the mirror – he didn’t want to see the pink naked guy in the mirror, he just wanted to be a black rubber puppy. Hurriedly slipping back into his gear, he couldn’t wait until it was on and his hood was zipped closed. Only then did he relax a little. He toweled off the outside of his gear, and the feelings felt right again – the towel produced exactly the right feelings on his rubber skin. He shined himself up too: That was the right kind of skin care for a rubber puppy.
On that day, leaving the key to his gear at home was more for his security than for keeping him in the gear – it meant that there was no danger of anyone coaxing him out of his gear.
That Sunday saw another change of attitude. He transformed from an oblivious rubber puppy into a proud and confident puppy. They did a little sightseeing and some photo ops. He stepped onto the subway platform without a care in the world, and proudly stood in the trains, being completely in his element. This is what he was, a rubber puppy, and he was not going to hide it. He was completely at ease standing in front of the tourist attractions, looking passersby’s in the eye, smiling at them, getting pictures taken with him, and dispensing hugs. The traditional Sunday afternoon party and some more bar hopping concluded the day. He fell asleep marveling at how good he’d been feeling the last two days. It wasn’t that he was horny all the time. He just felt really, really right. It felt like this was the way he was supposed to be. A rubber puppy in rubber skin, out and about in the world. Falling asleep was easy like that.
But then came Monday… he’d been avoiding thinking about Monday. He knew that this had to end sometime, but when it finally came he wasn’t prepared for his. When his handler hugged him and told him that he had to take off his gear, he couldn’t understand. Why did he have to take something off that felt so right and made him feel so good? He started crying at the thought of taking it off, and had to be held for a while until he was able to go to the shower. One of his friends came into the shower with him, helped him take off the gear, and soaped him up. He held him for another while under the warm running water to let him relax.
Being toweled off felt strange, and his pink skin was off – it should be black and shiny. He felt extremely vulnerable, as if his skin had been stripped off and he was more than naked. The soft fluffy bathrobe felt scratchy and unpleasant against his bare skin. Sitting on the couch, he still needed to be held while he slowly sipped a mug of tea and let everything sink in. It took him maybe an hour to arrive back in reality and leave his rubber puppy self behind.
Getting into a jeans and t-shirt for going out still felt out of place, and he missed the feeling of the air on his black rubber skin. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and was taken aback to spot a guy in a t-shirt. He still half expected to see a rubber puppy in the mirror.
For this time, his stint as a rubber puppy was over, but there would be more. And he wouldn’t forget how completely natural and normal it felt to be a rubber puppy out and about. The more he did this, the quicker this feeling would come back to him. He couldn’t wait for the next time he put on his rubber skin. Looking in the mirror, he briefly saw a black shiny rubber puppy overlaid on the guy in the mirror – and it looked like the puppy was winking at him.
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