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Title of this update: A Bad Dream
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Gimp in the Spotlight
Sometimes when an acquired gimp is acclimating to its new surroundings, it can develop aggressive tendencies, demonstrating occasional non-compliance – Even a well-trained gimp that has been volunteered for service can exhibit this behavior.
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It started with Mitts –Part 12
By bondagegimp
Matt and John
Did Bob send me a message? I don’t know, but the small gesture gives me some courage. Despite the cramped conditions in the cage, I start to resist a little. I rub my head against the bars and finally manage to pull off the blindfold. I can’t help but laugh. Something like this would never have happened to Bob. I’ve never managed to get rid of anything he put on me! With Bob, everything is always double-locked. Unless it’s a trick. Is that why I was able to run away? Is it all a game?
The blindfold is only a small victory, because I can’t free myself from the remaining restraints. But at least I can see a little bit again. I can’t see out the windows, but at least I can see the trunk and the dog cage I’m stuck in. I don’t feel quite so helpless anymore.
After a short drive, the car stops and the trunk opens. Matt is a little annoyed about the blindfold, but it doesn’t have any further consequences. They pull me out of the cage by the leash and toward the house. It stands, like all the houses around here, very isolated in the landscape. They pull me into the house and immediately down the cellar stairs.
Video: A rubber sleep sack, and a garden hose
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It started with Mitts –Part 06
By bondagegimp
Rubber room
The cellar stairs? He was talking about a padded cell in his cellar! In the car, everything was still a bit playful, but gradually it became more serious. But this now? Like a dungeon under the house??? Now that’s some serious shit! I wriggle on his shoulder, trying to squirm. Luckily Bob is so strong, we could have tumbled down the basement stairs. He shakes me just once, a signal for me to hold still. But I can’t. I’m really scared shitless now, I don’t want to be locked up in some dark cell!
Bob ignores my wriggling. When we reach the bottom, he puts me on my feet and pulls the chain – I’m supposed to shuffle along behind him. No! I drop to the ground; I’m not going along with this! Without hesitation, Bob picks me up, throws me over his shoulder and walks on unperturbed. Sometimes left, sometimes right – it’s really hard to follow the path when you’re being carried blind. Then he turns in circles a few times until I completely lose my orientation and puts me back on the ground. My feet sink in deeply, as if I’m standing on a very soft mattress, but the surface is very uneven, as if it’s made up of lots of plump, thick cushions. Bob gives me a gentle push. With my feet bound and on the soft floor, I can’t move fast enough, lose my balance and fall like a sack. I instinctively try to catch myself with my hands, yank at my chains, but it doesn’t help. After all, the ground is really very soft, I don’t hurt myself.
It started with Mitts –Part 04
By bondagegimp
Night
Bob released me from the frame and hugged me tightly. He gave me a deep kiss through the still open zipper on my mouth, but then pulled the zipper closed again, even though I begged him to leave it open. He grabbed me by the chain and pulled me into the bedroom. As I shuffled behind him in my chains, I admired his broad back in the shiny black rubbershorty, which merged into the strong curves of his buttocks at the bottom. When he stopped briefly in the bedroom, I took the opportunity to snuggle up against his back. I rested my head on his strong shoulder and cuddled up to him.
My cock, which Bob hadn’t put back in the cage, was stuck between our rubber-wrapped bodies. Bob let it happen, he even reached back and pressed me even tighter against his body – he seemed to be enjoying the moment too. But after a moment he turned around and threw me onto the bed, pulled me into position and attached a chain from the head of the bed to my collar and a second chain from underneath to the leg irons. It was the same position as during the afternoon nap, only this time my hands and feet were much more restrictively bound with the chains and I was also in the rubber suit with the tight mask; not forgetting of course the fat plug in my hole and the catheter…
Bondage between friends
Check out what happens when Hothardhat gets together with his bondage friends:
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Title of this series: Hot Hard Hat And Friends
