Felix Katz Originals

It’s always nice to start out your day in full rubber and chastity. Today was gonna be a play day for us, and to get me in the right mood for the start, he’d put me in my rubber catsuit with attached gloves and socks and my hood last night before going to sleep. Locking on the hood means that I wouldn’t be able to take off my gear, and a chastity belt made sure that I couldn’t get off. When I woke up like this, my rubber skin felt completely natural … but having been in chastity all night meant that I was horny as hell already. What was going to happen today? After breakfast, he started me out by tying me spread-eagle to the bed. He took off my chastity belt, and I was rock-hard within seconds. He chuckled at my raging hard-on. “Did you notice anything tasting differently about your granola this morning? I slipped you some viagra … you’re gonna be hard all day. But I don’t want you to come … I just want you hard so I can use you as my toy.” He spread some anaesthetic cream on my dick...

I woke up to my boyfriend prodding me. “Hey, wake up, puppy. Open your mouth!” I sleepily opened my mouth and let him stick a piece of chocolate in there. I chewed and swallowed while I slowly came to. Everything felt kinda sluggish. I was lying on the bed in my rubber catsuit, and I was wearing a puppy hood. My hands were in rubber paw mitts. Oh yeah, I remembered. I was a dumb puppy. Just a stupid, dumb puppy. And the piece of weed chocolate that my boyfriend just fed me would add to the weed I’d had earlier, and would keep me stoned and stupid. I loved those days where I was just his stupid puppy. Where I had nothing to do but lie around, be stoned, and be played with. He’d tell me to get into my rubber in the morning, lock my puppy hood and paws on me, feed me some edibles, and give me a couple of hits of his weed pen to get me high while the edibles took effect. And I’d just sink into horny, dumb stupor. I hardly noticed the doorbell ringing. When the friend he’d invited ove...

Tonight I was E’s puppy again. Him taking me to the club as his puppy had become a somewhat regular occurrence. He’d have me put on my rubber catsuit, boots and knee pads, and then he’d put my doggy hood with the breathe-through gag on me, lock the collar, and put paws on my hands and lock them too. I’d spend the night on all fours at the end of his leash -- and sometimes he’d put in my plug tail as well. Tonight he’d also put me in my steel chastity belt, so my dick was well and truly locked away. It was a win-win situation for both of us: I got a couple of hours of doggy time in, being at the end of a leash, sometimes leashed to a hook or put in a cage. And he got a doggy to drag around the club, I helped him pick up hot guys, and if he didn’t find anybody to play with that night he could always play with me. I was sitting on the ground next to him while he was chatting with some guys at the bar, his hand holding the leash and resting on my head, slowly stroking me behind the e...