The Jacket – Part 6

By Rubrpig

The relationship between Sir and I began to fall into a pattern which seemed to please Sir. He had access to me whenever he wanted and he knew that I was consistent in obeying all of my standing orders. My body was more muscular and harder since He had me change my gym to a gym that was primarily for bodybuilding. A workout buddy of his was a trainer and Sir arranged for me to be trained by him. Sir had set goals for my development and he wanted me very well defined and well muscled. He was careful to tell his buddy that I was not to be worked out to the point of being a bodybuilder. So Sir was pleased with my development. I had always found it easy to build muscle mass from my days training for the college football team I had starred on.

My personal image had also changed. As Sir had ordered me to grow a beard, I had stopped shaving and my beard had come in thick and dark like my hair. Sir finally told me to make an appointment to get my beard trimmed and shaped. I had to admit it was getting scruffy looking so I asked around and found a local barber that specializes in beards and men’s haircuts. I had always gone to a traditional barber shop as I had never felt comfortable in a hair salon, even one for men. Sir had told me to report to the store once I had finished at the barbers so he could ensure that he was happy with the results. I also asked for permission to have my hair clipped into a military high and tight and Sir smiled and agreed.

I walked to the barber shop dressed as usual on my days off in my police boots, chaps, jeans, white t-shirt one size too small and my vest. As required, my chain collar was on display and the lock hung visible on my shirt. I walked into the shop and was greeted by the staff. I was early so I took a seat and waited for my turn. After about 15 minutes, the barber I had made the arrangements with called me to his chair and I stood up and walked over and sat down.

The barber was wearing jeans, black boots, black t-shirt and a leather vest. He smiled and asked me what I was looking for. I explained that my Sir wanted my beard trimmed and shaped but I was to maintain a minimum of 1 ½ inches of length to my beard. He nodded and asked if I also wanted a haircut. I told him that Sir had agreed to let me have it cut down into a military high and tight. He smiled and said that would work. He moved around to the front of me and suddenly bent down and grabbed a leather strap and quickly strapped my right wrist down to the chair and then as I was still in shock strapped down my left wrist. Then he picked up a leather strap hanging from the back of the chair and quickly strapped it across my chest. Once I was tightly strapped down into his chair, he put the paper around my neck and soon the cape on and wrapped tightly around my neck.

He picked up a pair of electric clippers and began shaving down the sides of my head and then the top of my head. After a few minutes my dark head of hair had been clipped and shaped into a high and tight. I had to admit it was a radical change in my appearance but it did look hot especially with my dark heavy beard. Then the barber changed the head on the clippers and picked up a comb and began to trim and shape my beard. I watched as my beard was clipped down to the proper length and shaped to fit my face and head. It took about 20 minutes for him to properly shape it. When he was done, he asked me if I was pleased and would my Sir be pleased. I nodded and thanked him, telling him that he had done an excellent job getting me shaped up for my Sir. He brushed me down and then removed the cape and the paper tape from around my neck. He released the straps holding me to the chair and told me to stand up. I got to my feet and he smiled and told me how much I owed. I happily paid and walked out.

It was about a 20 minute walk to the store and it was a surprisingly warm day for the city especially in September. I thought it would be a great day to get out on my bike and ride over the bridge. Since I got involved with Sir, my Aprilia motorcycle had sat in the parking spot in front of my SUV. I really had to ask Sir for permission to ride. I got to the store and walked in. I was greeted by the other salesmen who noted the change in my appearance and told me that I looked good. I waited for Sir to finish up with the customer he was taking care of and when he was free I went up and reported to him. He looked me over and nodded telling me that he was pleased with the change. I nodded and thanked him.

We quietly talked as the store was not busy so we had time. Sir told me that he was thinking about the two of us taking off for a couple of weeks and heading up the coast to Portland. I smiled at the thought of spending 2 whole weeks with Sir and nodded. I replied that I would book the time off on Monday and let him know when I was able to book. He nodded and told me to get my ass home. I asked permission and when he nodded, asked Sir if he was ok with me taking my bike out. He nodded and told me that he would be home around 8 so I had to be back in time.

I nodded and told him that I would head back to our building and change into my racing leathers and boots. He looked surprised and asked what racing leathers. I told him that I always rode in Dainese race leathers and Sidi boots. I pulled out my phone and quickly flipped to a picture a buddy had taken a few months earlier of me in my gear. I showed him and he smiled. He looked at me and told me to report in my full gear. I was not to shower or prep but report to him just as I was when I got back from my ride. I nodded and told him I understood my orders.

I was told to get out and I took off and headed for our building. I got back and walked into my loft. I quickly stripped down and headed to the bedroom area. I pulled out the spandex undersuit and put it on. Then I took out the heavy Dainese leather suit and began to pull it on. I worked my legs into the suit and then knelt and crouched down as it was the only way to get the upper part of my suit on. The design of the suit had 2 zippers so it was hard to put it on. I finally got it on and then sat down, put on socks, zipped up the suit’s legs and put on my Sidi race boots. I stood up and grabbed the 2 zips and tugged on them and the front panel of the suit closed up and I locked the zippers down with the velcro tabs. I got my heavy race gloves and helmet out along with my riding pouch for my wallet. I put on the pouch and put my wallet in it and picked up my gloves, helmet and keys. I walked out and locked the loft and headed for the garage. I got on my bike and put on my AGV carbon fibre helmet and inserted the keys in the bike. I pulled on my race gloves and snugged them down. I fired up the bike and let it settle down into a smooth idle. I put it in gear and slowly pulled out of the spot and headed out.

I enjoyed the ride and went across the bridge to Marin County and went into the redwoods. I rode and just enjoyed myself. I stopped at Cathedral Grove and checked the time on my phone and decided that I had better head back so I wasn’t late to meet Sir at his loft. I headed back to the city and finally pulled into the garage and parked in front of my SUV. I locked the bike and headed up to Sir’s loft. I walked through the building in my full gear and even kept the face shield on my helmet down. I used my keys and walked into Sir’s unit and had just finished kneeling down when Sir arrived. He walked in and saw me kneeling in my race leathers and helmet and he stopped and told me that I looked fucking amazing. I nodded as my leathers were fitting skin tight as I had put on body mass since the last time I wore them.

He told me to stand up and follow him. I obeyed and my boots clicked across the concrete floor and Sir had me walk over to the area rug in front of his couch. He told me to kneel and he walked over and picked out some gear from the storage units. He walked back and quickly locked on heavy leather wrists restraints over my gloves and then fitted heavy ankle restraints over my boots. He told me to lay face down on the rug and when I was in position he pulled my left arm behind me and he clipped something to the restraint. He picked up my right boot and pulled back and clipped something to it. I was no longer able to move either so I knew he had locked them to something. He did my other arm and leg and I was locked into a hog tie and felt the pressure growing on my shoulders from the pressure. He sat down and put his boots on my helmet forcing it into the rug. I laid there feeling the strain build up on my shoulders.

He stood up after a while and I heard him moving around even though the heavy helmet muffled a lot of the sound. I layed there struggling trying to ease the pressure on my shoulders and Sir kept me in that position. Finally Sir unlocked me from the hogtie and I was able to work the tension out of my shoulders. Sir nudged me with his foot and told me to sit up. I did and Sir nodded and told me that I had lasted 2 hours so I had done good. I sat there and looked at him through the tinted face shield of my helmet and nodded.

He told me to stand up and he checked out my race leathers and how they fit. He asked if they were supposed to be that tight. I nodded and told him that as long as the leathers were loose on my ass while I was standing they were fine. He told me that they were a little baggy across my ass and I nodded. I told him that when I was on the bike the leathers pulled tight across my ass so they were fine. He smiled and asked if I could take a rider on my bike and I nodded. He smiled and told me that maybe it was time for him to get a set of gear for himself.

He told me to remove my helmet and I fumbled a bit as I still had on my race gloves but soon pulled the heavy helmet off and held it under my left arm. He saw my sweaty head and told me that I was to remain in the rest of the gear till morning. I nodded and Sir told me that I was to sleep with him. We had dinner and finally we headed for bed. I crawled in fully geared and Sir fell into bed and wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. I pushed back against him and we both fell asleep.

 

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