Gimp & Pup
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...