Felix Katz Originals

TL;DR: Get a black .45mm or .6mm made to measure suit with shoulder zips and crotch zip. No attached gloves; attached socks are fine. Here are Felix’s considerations for getting a catsuit. It’s based on the assumption that this catsuit will be your only catsuit for a while. It should last a long time, and be versatile – you should be able to wear it at home, at fetish parties, at Pride events, alone, with someone else etc. I also assume you will want a skin-tight suit (I don't do loose suits.) When in doubt, get what turns you on. You’re buying the gear for your own pleasure, after all. If what turns you on is a 1.2mm total enclosure suit with gas mask and water tight zips – go and get that! (MD Latex makes good ones.) If you don't know what you want, here are some recommendations. Thickness Get a .45mm or a .6mm suit. Thinner suits will give you more of a “second skin” feeling. Thicker suits are more of a “bondage feeling” that impedes your movement. Thinner than .45...

Folsom is the only two days a year where someone with my sexual interests is allowed to feel like my sexuality is normal – the only two days where I’m allowed to feel sexy in public wearing my favourite outfits. If you’re vanilla, you’re allowed and encouraged to feel sexy in public 365 days a year. There are entire industries dedicated to helping you feel sexy – every clothing store, every make-up and perfume store, the personal hygiene aisle of every supermarket, every hairdresser exists to make you feel more sexy. For me, that’s not the case. The shops that sell the gear in which I feel sexy are in Berlin, Amsterdam or London – or on the internet. If I want to wear my favourite gear outside of my own home, it needs to be in an enclosed, dedicated space like a club or a fetish bar. I have to cover it up on the way there, lest someone sees it. In my own home, I have to hide it when guests are coming over. That’s the real power of Folsom. Standing outside in head to toe rubber, a...

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...

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.

J made me drop my cutlery at lunch today, in front of everyone. It clattered on my plate, and everyone was staring at me while I gazed at him stupidly, expecting a treat. And all because of the clicker. We’d been looking for some way to condition me for a while – for making me display a certain behaviour involuntarily, without engaging my conscious mind. That was when J came across the idea of “clicker training”. The idea behind it is simple: If you want a certain behaviour from a dog, you just wait until it displays that behaviour naturally, even accidentally, and then you make a certain sound. Most people use a device that produces a sharp click – a clicker. You reward the dog, and over time it associates the sound of the clicker with the behaviour, and the behaviour with the reward. He’d been using the clicker for a while when playing with me as a dog. Every time I did something he liked, he would press the clicker, and give me a reward – sometimes in the form of a pet, or a t...