After a busy day at work I eventually left the office later than normal, I headed to the local train station to catch a train home. Things were clearly not going in my favour as I soon discovered that all trains had either been delayed or cancelled due to an earlier incident at another station nearby. I decided that instead of waiting for a train that I would use the buses. After working out which ones I needed to get home I eventually managed to catch one to begin my journey home. I'd forgotten how long the journey was and after some time I dozed off to sleep.
I awoke suddenly when I felt the bus lurch to a stop and the driver announced that the bus terminated at this stop and all passengers had to get off. I got off the bus and looked around trying to see if I could recognise the area. I crossed the road and noticed a sign of the side of building saying "Custom Leather & Rubber." Forgetting for the moment that I didn't know the area well my curiosity got the better of me and I walked down the side street.
About halfway along the street I found a door with "Custom Leather & Rubber" and an open sign below it. I pushed the door open and walked through into a small hallway. There were pictures on the walls showing different types of leather and rubber fetish gear. There was a door in front of me which I pushed open and saw some stairs leading down. As I walked down the stairs the pictures on the walls showed men modelling a selection of leather or rubber outfits.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs the large room they led to was filled with a vast selection of leather and rubber gear. I stood transfixed for a few seconds until I heard a deep masculine voice say "Welcome."
I shook myself and turned towards the voice I had heard. The man I saw was muscular, cropped hair, dressed in tight black leather jean, black boots, and a tight rubber vest which showed off his body perfectly. His very presence in the room seemed to demand respect from anyone.
"Have a look around and ask if you need help with anything," he continued.
I nodded and replied "Thank you." I walked around the store, seeing a variety of restraints from collar and cuffs, hoods and all other sorts of items. A little while later I had found a selection of rubber suits, ranging from tight singlet's, t-shirts and shorts to full body suits. I picked up one of the full suits looking at it wondering how it would look and feel if I wore it.
"You can try that on if you want?" said the man.
"What here?" I replied nervously.
"Sure, and while you strip let me get some other items you will want to try. The changing room is in the corner," He said.
I found myself walking to the changing area and I wondered what he meant by other items. When I got there I spotted a hooks and loops at different places around the room. I assumed that these were to hang some of my clothing.
I was just beginning to have second thoughts when the curtain was pulled back and the shop assistant was standing there. I was shocked by his sudden appearance and was about to say I didn't wish to try the suit on.
"I thought I told you to strip," he said sternly. "Or I'll strip you myself." He moved towards me and I realised that I'd not be able to prevent him from doing so. I slowly and reluctantly started stripping. He moved next to me, grabbed my head and slapped my face hard. "When I give you an order boy, I expect it to be obeyed. Now strip."
My face stinging from his hard slap I quickly finished striping and stood naked before him. He then handed me a tub with some clear jelly in and told me to rub it all over my body. It was a type of lube and applied a generous amount over my body. He then handed me a suit and told me to pull it on.
The suit slid on easily with the lube and I quickly managed to slide into the suit. I hadn't noticed but the suit had a collar attached. The assistant pulled the zip up to the collar, slipped it though a loop and buckled it snuggly around my neck. I was so surprised and raised my hands to the collar only to hear a loud heavy click of a padlock being closed.
"Yes boy you're locked in that suit until I choose to release you," said the assistant. "Now all we need to do is to give the drug in my special lube to take effect and you'll be far more obedient."
I struggled trying to pull the collar loose but he grabbed my wrists pulled them behind my back and cuffed them. He then snapped a length of chain to the back of the collar and attached the other end to one of the rings hanging from the ceiling. I pulled for a few moments but realised I wasn't going anywhere soon.
It was then I started to feel a warm tingling sensation which soon spread throughout my body. I wanted to fight this wonderful feeling but it continued to grow. Soon it was too much effort to fight it. I heard a voice whispering in my ear but I couldn't understand the words being spoken. It was so much easier to let the words enter my head and not have to think.
The voice belonged to the assistant and he was whispering phrases such as "Rubber makes you submissive and obedient," "you obey men dressed in rubber," "you are a slave to rubber men," "I am your Master, and you are my slave." These phrases and others were played over and over into my totally open and receptive mind.
I don't know how long I stood helplessly as my mind was taken away from me but I slowly became aware of the words being spoken and as I heard them I knew them to be true. As my eyes opened and I saw myself in the mirror dressed in the full rubber suit I began to feel very submissive and wanting to obey.
I then saw a man dressed in tight rubber something seemed familiar to me but I couldn't think what it was.
"So slave, who am I?" asked the man before me.
I recognised his voice and reply "You are my Master."
"Good Boy." A sudden rush of pleasure flowed through me as I heard these words.
"Why are you wearing rubber slave?"
"Rubber makes me submissive and obedient, Master," I answer.