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…

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