Rubber Catsuit, Metal Bondage

Goblintower lives for that tight, trapped feeling rubber gives. At the Serious Bondage place Elise already knows what will push him deeper. She starts by zipping him into the full black rubber catsuit, pulls the rubber hood down over his head, then forces his hands inside the thick rubber ball mitts. The second the mitts close, every finger disappears. She guides him onto the cold metal chair, pulls thick cuffs across his ankles, his thighs, his chest and his wrists. Steel clicks shut one lock at a time until he can’t shift an inch. The shiny black rubber stretches tight around his locked body, the hood leaving just the eye slits and a tube at his mouth. Every strap digs in. The metal bites. He’s breathing hard inside the rubber, cock pushing against the suit, already hard and exposed under the thin black layer. Nothing to do but take it.