By R8080
By the time the train arrived at the station, the sweat had really begun to collect between my skin and the locking rubber suit my new Master had told me to wear. My hoodie was pulled up but the rubber collar with its shiny ring was showing above my t-shirt. I got off the train feeling like everyone was watching me, listening to the rubber squeak beneath my clothes.
He was waiting for me in the parking lot. He didn’t say anything as I approached. He just opened the drivers door and waited for me to get in. I’d barely sat down when His gloved hands were on me, covering my face, probing my mouth and tweaking my nipples beneath my shirt. As He pulled back my tongue reached for His gloves one last time and I realised I was harder than I had ever been.
“Good boi,” he said. “Put these on.”
