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The pictures and text below are from RubberCub79, and this material was shared by Serious Male Bondage

RubberCub79 visits Max Cita

By RubberCub79

For as long as I’ve been going to the Internet to get my heavy rubber bondage fix, there have been a few sites that have remained tried-and-true for content to fantasize over. One of those would definitely be Dr. Mad Max’s site. It contains pages and pages of the kinky Doctor in various escapology predicaments, as well as an excellent catalogue of gear to purchase on his popular retail website Maxcita.com.

I’d had the opportunity to try out a straightjacket and a sleepsack made by Max in the past, so when I planned my trip to Ontario last summer, I made sure to arrange a visit to his ‘facility’.

I had seen a few pics of his guest room so I had an idea what to expect, but seeing it first-hand sent my kinky little heart racing.

Being the amazing host he is, Max treated me to a few beers and a nice dinner before a very interesting chat about the kink scene and how it’s evolved over the years. Inevitably the conversation turned to bondage, of course, and exactly what I was interested in. I’m into extreme forms of encapsulation, breath control and sensory deprivation – sleepsacks, mummification and vacbeds being the ultimate trifecta for me.

So the first bit of gear I was packaged into was Max’s ‘Psycho Vac-Sack’, an airtight twist on a standard sleepsack with the ability to have all the air sucked out. The rubber he uses is a very heavy gauge, so once I was inside, I really felt trapped. And just in case I thought I was going anywhere, he proceeded to tie me down securely to the metal operating table I was lying on. While I was restrained and helpless – and even though I said I wasn’t into ball torture – he proceeded to have his way with my balls anyway, smacking them for a while under the heavy rubber. As Max said “it’s ok, I don’t feel a thing”.

Eventually I’m released and it’s time for bed. I’ve asked to sleep in one of his heavy rubber straightjackets and he’s only too happy to oblige. After strapping me in, he turned on an audio baby monitor, and locks me in the room, the bedroom door being an authentic jail cell door!

I managed to get a bit of sleep but I guess I must have been tossing and turning too much, because at some point he came into the room and gruffly says he’s letting me out because I’m making too much noise. I’m secretly grateful for the reprieve.

The next day, I’m treated to a hearty breakfast before being led back upstairs to try out his heavy duty bondage chair, after being suited up in an amber catsuit. And he was only too happy to include a bit of electro torture to my cock and balls, despite my protests (not that I really meant it).

Finally I got to experience some of his heavier metal restraints – first the 7-point rigid steel hogtie device, and then the large head and fist metal ball enclosures. Heavy metal isn’t really my thing, but I definitely got off on just how screwed I was as I heard each lock click shut. The large sphere that enclosed my head didn’t have many holes in it, which added an element of breath play to the situation. I could feel the air inside getting warm and stale in a hurry.

Unfortunately all good things must come to an end and I had to say goodbye. Being the gracious host that he is, Max even gave me a ride to the airport to send me on my way home back to Vancouver Island. I had plenty of good memories to think about on my plane ride.