Felix Katz Originals

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. 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 se...

From the time I arrived at the cottage it took them about 15 minutes until they had me in gear: They had me put on my rubber catsuit and the dog hood, gagged me, locked my chastity belt on me, and put paws on me. Then they proceeded to lock everything on me – without the keys nobody would be able to free me from my gear. “Are you comfortable in your gear, puppy?” I nodded vigorously. “Good boy! Now, because you did so much work during our last fetish weekend, with you cooking all the time, we decided that this time you won’t have to work at all. You’ll just be our puppy for the weekend.” “And to remove all temptation to let you out of your gear, we’ll lock you in for the next 48 hours.” With that, he dropped the keys in a time lock safe, spun the dial, and pressed the lock button. The safe locked with a mechanical “whirr-click”. He showed me the display; it read “1 day, 23 hours, 59 minutes.” There was no way out for me for the next two days now. With the paws on I wouldn’t be ab...

One of them was leading the slave in the direction of the showers, while the other one grabbed me, “Hey, we’ve got something for you!” Uh-oh. What did they have in store for me? The slave had been in the 1.2mm thick MD-Latex suit for the whole day – the one that looked like a hazmat suit, with socks and gloves attached. And because that suit had water tight zippers and an attached gas mask, everything – sweat, and who knows what else – had stayed in the suit. They stood the slave in the shower cubicle and opened the zippers. The smell of stale sweat hit me immediately, and there was some piss mixed in with it as well. The slave looked pretty flushed and tired as he emerged from the suit, and happy to be out of his rubber prison. He extracted himself and they sent him off to have a shower. “OK, now it’s your turn!” they said while holding open the suit. What, they wanted me to get in there with the other guy’s sweat and everything still in there? Still, I wasn’t really in a position...

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.

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 c...

I was taking F to the fetish club again tonight -- but this time I had a special treat planned for him. The guy has a total fetish for locks -- every single piece of his gear is lockable. His rubber catsuit has lockable zippers, his doggy hood has a lockable collar, his paws lock on, and of course his metal chastity belt locks on as well. He gets off on being locked in his gear and not being able to get out. So I had him get into it, took his keys and locked every single lock. For good measure, I told him to wear his plug tail as well, which locks onto his chastity belt, so he couldn’t take that one out either. I paraded him around the club for a while before handing his leash off to E and J, two good friends of ours. Unbeknownst to him, I’d made a deal with E and J: They’d take him home to their place, while I’d take the keys, so he’d have to stay in his gear till the next morning. I knew that being locked in and knowing that his keys were miles away would make him horny as hell. ...

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...