Written by ty dehner

Waking, I lift my head as I turn to see you in darkness. Only your breath is heard coming through the micro holes that are in the area of your nose. Your breathing is your only freedom to the outside world.

I see my reflection in the well-shined black rubber that encases your head.

I love when I look at you and see an object. You are not human when you are in the black rubber, making me want you more. This morning, I am holding myself back from just grabbing you and holding you, feeling the cool, slick black latex against my naked skin.

Throwing the sheet off the bed, I see your chest gently rise and fall as you breathe that precious air while under my control. The scent of rubber fills my nose as I lightly touch you and slide my leather-gloved hand down the slick surface of the rubber sleep sack you happily went into last night after dinner.

With my light touch, I have no idea if you are awake or sleeping. As you are in darkness, the thick rubber keeps me from seeing into the world that you are locked in.

I place a light kiss on your cheek without moving too much. Once again, I see my smile in the reflection of your rubbered face.

From the window I see the morning sun as it reflects upon the water in the swimming pool. My mind wanders and thinks about taking you to that water and floating you in the latex confinement. What a sensation for you to be floating in the cool liquid. Turning and looking at my latex property, I wonder if the cool water would decrease your sweating.

Perhaps later on, I will lift you off the bed, and we will have some water time.

As it is morning, I have an urgent need to piss. But I don’t need to get out of bed for that. As I reached for the keys on the nightstand, I wondered if you had pissed yourself. While I didn’t give you permission, I didn’t tell you you couldn’t.

Right now, you could be laying in your own piss that has pooled at the base of the rubber. That piss is mixing with the sweat that is also pooling and soaking the rubber suit you were wearing when you stepped into the sleep sack.

Taking the keys to the small locks that keep the two zippers at your mid-torso secured, I remove the small silver locks. Placing them nearby as I will be returning them to lock you again. Opening one zip towards your encased head, the other towards your crotch. This allows the opening I need.

Rolling myself up onto my lovely rubbered object, I hear a moan come deep inside you from behind the piss-soaked sock that I stuffed in your lips and tapped in under the complete rubber hood that has removed your identity.

So, you are awake.

That turns me on more, knowing you know how you are being used by me, your Master.

With my weight settling on my captured latex object, I stroke the smooth black skin on his face and down his shoulders.

Reaching under myself, I slowly slide my cock into the opening I created in my property’s sleep sack. My manhood slides in, feeling the rubber around my cock. There is the rubber from his suit and the sleep sack, creating a warm, moist space that lubes my manhood.

The sensation makes my cock grow; I wonder how your dick feels as it is trapped in the chastity that has been locked on you for several weeks.

Trapped as you are, does your mind play tricks with you making you sexually aroused and feeling the pain as your dick is trapped in a tube, pushing against the steel that allows no room for growth.

You have been quiet, so you might have gotten used to your plight or better at maintaining your pain.

But my attention returns to my need to piss. Closing my eyes, I lay upon your cool, rubbered chest and relaxed. I wrap my arms around your chest, placing my gloved hands under your shoulders, holding you tight.

Soon, my piss is joining the sweat that you have created as it spills over your rubbered body.

Do you feel the warm, fresh urine flow over your chest that is covered by the latex suit that you wear?

Does my golden liquid leak through your zipper that runs up your chest.

Do you know how much joy you are providing me this morning?

As the final drops of my piss leak into my object, my devious side starts to wake as I lift my hand and place my glove over his breathing.

The captive lies still momentarily as he realizes he has no fresh air. I feel his chest stop rising and falling. Then I know he is awake as his shiny black head struggles against my touch. I grip harder to show him who is in charge. With my weight upon him, he tries to buck me off, but he has no leverage, which is a fruitless effort.

His bucking does provide me with pleasure as I enjoy watching him struggle, and the motion only slides the latex back and forth over my cock, increasing my erotic delight.

Lifting my glove, he gains the fresh air that he craves. Taking several deep breaths, the prisoner moans into the gag that fills his lips, which are sealed with several layers of black duct tape.

With a wicked grin that I see in the rubber’s sheen, I lower my gloved hand again, and we start the process of him handling the lack of air. But it doesn’t last long as he starts his struggle again.

As he fights for life, I start pistoning my cock because it is so fucking hard.

The object that is encased in rubber reaches his limit, struggling intensely as I am nearing losing my seed.

I release my grip on his face as I feel his chest take in the air, and I maintain my discipline and pull my cock out of the moist hollow that it has been enjoying.

It just isn’t the right time, as I have so much I want to do with my trapped subject.

I roll off the latex object, breathing heavily, and my hard manhood stands at attention. At the same time, it spasms some from the excitement it just experienced.

I place my gloved hand on my face to take in the leather scent, which relaxes me.

Wanting to keep my object in darkness and a world away from the outside, I don’t speak to him.

I don’t touch him again. He is undoubtedly anticipating release after our morning play but will continue to wait.

Grabbing the sheet, I pull it back over us and roll on my side away from my captive.

It is a weekend morning, and I’m lazy as fuck. No point in getting out of the cool bed as the light, satin-like sheets lay upon my body.

My trapped object isn’t going anywhere as he is. He has all the time in the world to enjoy his darkness and alone time.

Someday, I will ask him what his mind does in isolation, but I enjoy my dominance over him now.

As I close my eyes, I hear a sound from my object, a sigh of acceptance. I smile to myself as I feel my cock start to get hard again. This is how all mornings should be.

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