By TheBadOne
Chapter Two- Programming
My racing heart begins to settle in the first few minutes alone, as I take stock of my situation. The rubber suit is well-lubricated on the inside, and fits precisely over my muscled body. I had never tried rubber on before Master introduced me to it, but I took to it immediately- I always look forward to when he has me wear it, and have so far never reached a point where I wanted to take it off. But, I’ve also never had it on for as long as I’m about to. Still, so far so good.
In the rapid transition from standing at attention to isolation bondage, I didn’t even realize that I was still in my boots. They were expensive, a big purchase I made after a modeling gig I got for an athletic wear company- one I never would have gotten without Master’s demanding workout routines. Though a gift for myself, they were also an homage to him- twelve inches high, just about midway up my calves, stitched and laced in yellow- a color that was always one of my favorites, suiting my dark hair and deeply tanned olive skin, but which has since evolved to indicate my growing affinity for watersports- piss play being something which simultaneously turns me on deeply, but is also profoundly humiliating.
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