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...

It was a fairly normal encounter during fetish weekend: Two masters sitting at the bar and chatting, their subs on leashes behind them. In this case, one of them had a rubber gimp on his leash, hands chained behind its back, a gas mask with darkened lenses obscuring its features. The other one had a rubber puppy sitting at his feet, hands locked in rubber paws, and a plug tail protruding from its butt. Both subs were locked in stainless steel chastity belts. At one point, the master of the pup mentioned, “You know, my pup has always wondered what it’s like to be a gimp.” The other one replied “That’s funny, my gimp keeps telling me that it’s curious what it is like to be a pup.” They looked at each other. “Our boys are the same size, no?” – “You know that. We’ve borrowed gear from each other for them so many times.” – “So?” – “Let’s do it.” The subs had been oblivious to this exchange, lost in their little fetish world. They startled as they were simultaneously dragged to the darkr...

It was fun watching the wolf stumble around on the convention floor, padding around unsteadily, peering into the distance. People came up to him and hugged him, draped his arms around them, and took pictures with him. It was a very cute suit too, with big ears and big eyes, and huge plushy paws that couldn’t grasp anything. Not that the wolf could grasp anything. His hands were in bondage mittens under the paws, which made it impossible to hold on to anything. Occasionally someone would try to talk with the wolf. The fursuit only answered with nods or gestures. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t have replied. Every once in a while the fursuit twitched and twisted. People thought it was funny to see the wolf cavort around. Not that it was under his control – electric currents prompted the twitching, and he could not do anything to stop it. Getting the occupant into the fursuit had been a bit of work. But watching him now, cute from the outside, but helpless and suffering inside t...

Mistress was taking puppy to the club tonight. Well, I call her mistress. Not because she’s dominant – she’s not – but because she’s this puppy’s mistress when we go out. Mistress also has a dick under her skirt – but when she puts on her boobs and her heels and her rubber catsuit and her makeup, she becomes a slutty rubber girl. A rubber girl with a rubber puppy. You know how some it girls carry around a chihuahua in a bag? That’s basically what I am to her. Just that I’m a bit bigger than a chihuahua. A rubber puppy that keeps her company, gives her unconditional love and attention, and that she can show off to her friends. So that’s what I am. The rubber puppy. Kept in rubber from head to toe. With a puppy hood locked on. A gag in my muzzle because mistress doesn’t like me to be loud. Paws locked on cuz puppies don’t have hands. And my dick locked away behind a steel chastity belt, because mistress doesn’t want me humping things. She doesn’t want me humping anything but her own ...

I woke up with something hard and rubbery in my mouth. Blinking slowly, I discovered that I was in an unfamiliar hotel room … I was still wearing my rubber catsuit, and the hard and rubbery thing in my mouth was the gag of my dog hood. I could also feel my puppy tail still firmly lodged in my behind, and the chastity cage around my cock. What did I do last night? As I was wondering how I got here, someone stirred behind me, and a pleasant voice said “Ah, the puppy has finally woken up!” I turned around to a guy that I remembered from the club last night. I tried asking “Where am I?” but it all came out garbled around the gag and and sounded more like “whoo oo oo?” He put a finger on my nose, looked me in the eyes and said “Shh, puppy. Everything is all right.” The tone of his voice and his look shut me right up, and he continued explaining. “When you gave me your leash and the keys to your gear last night, you seemed to go really deep into puppy space – and you were having such a...

“This is a time lock safe. You press the button on the lid, and it locks for whatever time it is set to. I put all the keys in there, so if you want to keep me locked in rubber and chastity for the night, just push the button, and I won’t be able to get out until tomorrow morning.” – “Oooh, this looks like fun!” Before I could stop you, you spun the dial another couple of times and pressed the button. With a mechanical clunk, the safe locked shut and locked my keys inside. “But 8 hours is really not long enough.” You showed me the display. It read “1 day, 23 hours, 59 minutes.” I watched it go down to 58 minutes while the reality sank in. You had just imprisoned me in rubber and chastity for the next 48 hours! And there was no way I was going to get out of this.

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...

I’d been in my rubber doggy gear for a couple of hours now -- full body catsuit with everything attached, doggy hood with a built-in gag, kneepads, paws, the full monty. My friend M had locked me into my gear at the beginning of the fetish party, making sure I couldn’t get out of any of it on my own. He’d even insisted I wear my metal chastity belt, which held in my plug tail. He’d led me round the party by my leash, and I’d gotten lots of attention from the other guys -- rubbing me all over, cuddling me and telling me I was a good boy. They couldn’t do much more with me since my dick was locked away and all my holes were filled, but I loved it anyway. After a while M passed my leash on to J and E while he went to the darkroom to have some fun of his own. I didn’t mind -- J and E hung out at the bar, I sat at their feet, people passed by and petted me, and I was in a nicely complacent doggy mood. I even dozed off briefly leaning against J’s leg. But now I noticed the place gettin...