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...

At this point I’d lost all sense of time – I was lost in my world of rubber and noise. I couldn’t tell whether he’d left me here 5 minutes or half an hour ago. It had started like a usual club night: I got into head-to-toe rubber, and he strapped my puppy gear on me: Paws, gag, chastity belt, and my puppy tail firmly lodged in my ass. This time he had something new for me: Before I put the hood on, he had me put on earbuds. This would block some of the outside noise, and allow him to feed me custom noise if he wanted to. Sometime during the night he told me to kneel next to a pillar. He leashed me to the pillar and told me that he wanted me to be a good pup and stay here for a little. He tied my paws together behind my back, and put a blindfold in place. While I was sitting there blind and helpless, suddenly white noise clicked on through the earbuds, drowning out all noise from the bar. Where previously I had been content to listen to the bustle around me, now I felt completely is...

If there’s one thing I know about J, it’s that he loves edging. He just loves making a guy squirm and pant and moan. It’s what makes him hard. And if the guy is in some kind of gear, so much the better. We’d never talked much about bondage or some of the other things I like, or set up any kind of “scene”. Sex with J had always just been relaxed fooling around, maybe getting into some gear. And I liked it a lot. But this time I wanted to try something new. So I told J to wait outside the bedroom for 30 minutes and then come in. If he didn’t like what he found there, he could just let me out, no hard feelings, no obligations, and we’d just hang out. But if he did like what he found, he could do whatever he wanted. He could also take whatever time or pace he wanted -- I knew I’d be comfortable like that for hours, so there was no need to hurry. And I was pretty sure he would like what he was going to see. Once inside the bedroom, I put a rubber sheet on the bed and gathered some s...

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’d never been to this fetish club before -- but one peculiar piece of decoration immediately caught my eye: On a short plinth next to the dance floor stood a glossy black statue. It was lit in blue light from below, slowly pulsating, throwing its spread out legs and outstretched arms into relief. Its proportions were strangely brutish, as if the sculptor had taken an ordinary human form and just inflated it by 10%, losing all detail in the process. Blotchy fingers were fused together, the face was one blank area with just the smallest indication of a nose and a mouth. I walked around the statue several times, admiring it. On a closer look however I noticed a tiny seam running down both sides of it. It was really hard to notice, especially in the dim light of the club. And looking more closely, I saw small holes dotted along the seam. There was a seam around the crotch area with its strangely bloated cock as well, with the same kinds of holes. Intrigued, I asked one of the regulars...