First overnighter in rubber bondage

The following is based on a real session I had a few years ago.
I was already quite experienced, and prior to this session I had been having regular meetings with a dominant couple, all of us into rubber bondage, but those meetings had just ended due to their moving.

Following on from my previous experiences I was desperate to do an overnight bondage session, which lead to me contacting this Mistress. I didn’t know anything about her except that she lived in Manchester ( a 4 hour train journey from where I lived ), was very experienced, and equipped for lengthy/overnight sessions. We arranged a 12 hour session where I’d visit her on Friday evening at 7pm where I would be dominated and left bound up overnight. I told her that I would bring a holdall with some of my rubber gear in it, but I think she was initially a little suspicious of me, someone who would travel that distance to see her and on their first visit wanted an overnight stay. Perhaps doubtful that I was genuine or would turn up, she decided not to give me any directions but instructed me to phone her when I arrived in Manchester.

SO IT BEGINS

It was about 6 o’clock when I first rang from the station and apologized for ringing early, but not having any idea where she lived and wanting to ensure of my prompt arrival at her door, didn’t know how long it would take me to get there. I think she thought I’d most likely be a “no show” and sounded a little surprised that I was actually going to turn up. She told me to take a taxi, giving me the name and address of a pub. Near the pub there was a phone box, which she had checked was working, and I should phone her from there.
It was my first time in Manchester so after the taxi ride I had little idea where I was, but as I got out of the taxi I could see the phone box. I rang her and she asked me to describe what I could see from the phone box, obviously checking that I was really there, then she told me that as I was slightly early, I should walk around the block, with her giving me directions of the route to take, then call her again when I returned back at the phone box. At the time I just assumed that she wasn’t ready for me yet, only much later did it occur to me that she may have been watching and checking me out. I walked the route she had planed which comprised several streets of nondescript old terraced houses, before returning back at the phone box and ringing her again when I returned to the phone box. This time I was instructed to walk exactly the same route again, which passed her home, she didn’t tell me where her house was only that as I was about to pass it she’d open the door and call me in.

So I went round again, perhaps walking slightly slower, waiting for someone to call me in. I think it was an end of terrace house I was passing when it’s front door opened and I recognized her voice calling me inside. I didn’t see her, as she was hidden behind the door, nor did I have time to take note of the house, as I stepped in through the front doorway which lead directly into her living room. Once inside I was ordered to stop and not turn around, as I heard the door being closed behind me, then told to put my holdall on the floor. Having put my bag on the floor my wrists were suddenly grabbed and pulled behind me and I heard the clicks as a pair of metal handcuffs were used to lock my wrists together. It all seemed to happen very quickly from walking along the pavement one moment and just a couple of seconds later she had me handcuffed inside her house. As I stood there the building reminded me of an old aunt’s house, a pre-war terraced house with the living room having a door straight out on to the street outside. I couldn’t see who was standing behind me, but she asked me a few questions, to confirm a few details, about her fee, etc.. I told her that her fee was in an envelop inside my holdall, if she opened it the envelop should be on top and just below that should be a small album containing some photos of me in bondage, mainly rubber bondage taken by the dom couple, to prove/show her some of my experiences. I saw my bag being pulled back and heard her opening it and taking out her fee and looking through the photos, then came a couple of questions regarding some of the pictures.
At last she was convinced I was genuine, and started to walk around me looking me over, and I at last got to see the Mistress for the first time. She was slightly older than I had expected, maybe in her 40’s or early 50’s, but then I’m not very good at guessing a woman’s age, appearing to be of average build with medium length brown hair. She wore a pair of jeans and a loose woollen jersey top, which hid her figure so I could only describe her as “average” build, dressing for her own comfort rather than to appear as a dominant mistress or impress any captive.

Having satisfied herself that I was genuine, she released my cuffs and told me to strip and put my clothes in a plastic carrier bag she provided. Once naked she re-cuffed my wrists behind me then picking up my holdall she lead me towards what at first appeared to be an under-stairs cupboard door, but when she opened it revealed a stairway down to the cellar. With my wrists cuffed behind me she steadied me as we slowly went down the steps. At the bottom in front of me there seemed to be a door to a small wash room, while a short corridor ran back alongside the stairs. I was lead into the room off of this corridor which seemed like a small bedroom. Over beside the wall on the left there was a single bed, and on the wall above the bed there was a shelve which had various wigs and leather hoods. Opposite the door and also immediately to the right of the door were some free-standing wardrobes, while in the middle of the room, just right of the door were a couple of clothes racks full of woman’s clothing. The scene reminded me of an early visit to a Mistress who specialized in cross-dressing, forced feminization, and I was rather disappointed at the lack of any obvious bondage equipment. With her behind me, I was pushed into the centre of the room, then turned towards the bed and pushed down so that I was kneeling on the floor facing the bed, then she put my holdall on the bed and sat next to it, and started to see what items I had brought.
I had brought a selection of some of my rubber-wear, a couple of hoods, leather gags, etc. My main item was a black rubber suit; which I’d had specially made for me with the domination at the hands of the dom rubber couple in mind. It went from ankle to neck, with arms down to my wrists. This had been advised as more practical for prolonged wear and offered a more varied way of achieving total rubber coverage, allowing free feet and hands when necessary but with additional rubber socks and gloves that could be used for full rubber coverage, then any available rubber hood could be used depending upon the duration and severity of punishment and sensory deprivation required. It was made from a thick black rubber, tailored to give a skin tight fit, tight, yet not too tight, so that it could be worn for prolonged periods. The only opening was the heavy duty zip that run from the middle of the back up to the neck to allow me to put it on. Mistress now pulled this out and started to examine it while asking me questions about its use. She was surprised to see no zip opening at the crutch, as nearly all the similar type of suits she’d seen had access for the wearers cock to be played with. I told her that in my previous sessions with the dom couple, the emphasis was on me being bound and made to struggle for their amusement and benefit, and inside this suit I was their rubber toy for them to play with and no question of me receiving any direct sexual pleasure, like being wanked off. If I become sexually aroused they didn’t want any leakage from my suit to interfere with their bondage games, and this design kept me totally sealed-in for the duration of their playing with me. I could see that Mistress found this an interesting approach, and asked if I had ever been made to cum then left sealed in my suit. Although I’d never been deliberately wanked-off through the rubber, or actually cum while wearing the suit, I had to admit that often during their games I would produce a fair amount of pre-cum and so was usually wet and sticky inside, but on the outside everything was dry and clean so that the doms could continue to play with me as they wished. The smile on Mistress’ face showed that she found this rather interesting and different from her normal rubber subs.

After examining all my gear she decided that first she’d have me dress just in a pair of black tight rubber briefs and matching T-shirt. So placing these in front of me she released my cuffs and ordered me to put these on. After putting these on I had to put my hands together in front of me as she cuffed my wrists together again. Next she picked up a ball-gag from my collection, it was a small black rubber ball-gag that I’d informed her was comfortable enough to be worn for extended periods, and she strapped this into my mouth and checked I was comfortable with it before pulling down one of her hoods and pulling it over my head. This hood was like a loose fitting black leather bag which was easily slipped over my head and had a draw-string around its opening. Mistress pulled the draw-string, closing the bag around my neck, then I felt her fingers checking that it wasn’t too tight yet securely fixed before tying off the drawstring. The bag had no eye-holes, only a few small riveted breathing holes below the nose, which let a little light into the black bag but were impossible to see out of. She left me standing like this for a few minutes, presumably watching me to see that I was OK and checking that I had no difficulty in breathing.
Then while holding my handcuffs she pulled me up and out of the room.

Blindfolded I had no idea where I was being taken, but was lead somewhere then ordered to first sit on the floor then lie flat down on my back. My cuffed wrists were brought over my head then fixed to something on the floor just above my head, then I felt my ankle being strapped in to leather cuffs. The ankle straps must have been attached to ropes as the next thing I knew was that my ankles were being pulled apart and high up in the air by the ropes. These ropes must have gone to some sort of winch, as I heard Mistress turn a handle and felt my ankles being pulled higher and higher, until my backside was off of the floor, I now half hung there, with most of my weight suspended from my ankles, but with my shoulders still on the floor and my handcuffs secured to the floor just above my head. Mistress then started to verbally tease me about how helpless I was, and informed me that the dungeon was quite sound-proof, with no need for gags, as I could scream and shout as much as I liked without fear of anyone outside hearing me. I was gagged now, but this was purely for her own comfort. I could hear her slowly walking around me, then her feet pushing my arms apart as she stood between them above my head, then slowly moving forward until her ankles pressed against both sides of my head holding it firmly in place. Unable to move my head, I imagined the scene of her standing directly over me like this, the feeling of power she must have as she continued to remind me of the helpless state she had me in. Then she’d go and stand down between my outstretched raised legs, and must have slipped off one of her shoes as I felt one of her stockinged feet caressing the inside of my thighs before sliding down to rest on my open crutch. Her foot was feeling my cock and balls inside my rubber briefs, toying with me as she told me what a helpless bondage slut I was, taunting me on how exposed and vulnerable I was. Then she stopped and walked away for a few seconds. The next thing I felt was something like a cane or a ridding crop being run up and down my legs while Mistress remarked how she could do what she pleased with me. Then without warning came several hard blows with the cane or crop across the back of my thighs on the bear skin just below my rubber briefs, causing me to yell out in pain and struggle in my bonds. She just laughed, reminding me no one could hear me, and that if she wanted to she could do this to me all night. She must have given the winch another turn as I felt my bottom being pulled up a few more inches as she asked me to give myself to her and ask her to do whatever she wished to me. I tried to resist, nodding “no” and making grunts as I tried to protest. She paused as if admiring my resistance before informing me that I had little choice, my resistance would just make it even more humiliating for me when I eventual agree. She was going to make me realize that I was her bondage slut and make me beg to be hers. She gave me another set of blows on my rubbered backside, and asked me to at least agree that I was now helpless and unable to stop her beating me like this. There seemed no point in denying the obvious, so I had to agree with her, and from the tone of her voice this seemed to satisfy her for the moment, yet still promising that I would willingly offer myself fully to her before long.
She left me hanging there, as I heard her moving about the dungeon, then leave and come back a few times.

Some minutes later she returned to me and started to lower my ankles then release them from their cuffs. She released my handcuffs from whatever they were fixed to, yet keeping my wrists cuffed together then helped me to stand up. Disorientated from being hooded, it was very easy for her to lead me where ever she wished, and I next felt myself being lead to stand facing a wall. I felt cuffs being strapped around my ankles, then ordered to spread my legs and feeing the ties attached to the ankle cuffs being adjusted to keep them apart. She kept ordering me to spread my legs further and adjusting my ankle cuffs until she had me fixed as she wanted, then I had to raise my hands, and felt the handcuffs being removed and replaced by separate leather cuffs, then felt my wrists being pulled apart and up then secured so that I was spread in an X shape with my face pressed against the wall. Now firmly fixed in position, she removed my hood, and from what I could see it appeared that I was tied to a whipping frame against the wall. With my arms pulled up either side of me and unable to turn my head around much, especially with her standing somewhere right behind me, I couldn’t see much. But just to the left was the entrance door to the dungeon, and immediately to my right there was a small wall mounted shelve with various whips hanging from it, then beyond that a corner of the room, and I could just see part of a large heavy vertical suspension rack along the wall from the corner. I could see Mistress remove various whips, then hear them being swished about as she was either searching for the right one, or more likely terrorize me with the sounds they made. Sometimes she’d grab the back of my head and pull it back so she could look into my face, and later I wondered if that was the real reason she had removed my hood, so she could watch and judge my reactions. Eventually she gave me several sharp strokes across my backside with one whip, then a few more stinging blows to the back of my thighs with another, which made my scream into my gag and leaving me grunting desperately as I tried to plead with her for no more when she swished the next whip about. However it felt as if Mistress was unsure what to do, as she was very concerned that she might tear the rubber and also felt that the rubber shielded me from the feeling the full sting of certain whips. I had no doubt that had I been naked Mistress would have given me a heavy whipping. But it seemed my rubber outfit prevented her from doing this, and having tied me to her whipping frame she now seemed uncertain what to do. So it wasn’t too long before I could hear her moving around the dungeon, preparing something else for me, then returning and starting to release me, first freeing my arms, them re-cuffing my wrists behind me, then releasing my ankles.

She turned me around, and I was both surprised at how large the room was and how little I could see in the dim lighting. There appeared to be loads of dungeon furniture in the room, all pushed together to create some open space, and the lighting was very low with some individual spotlights in places that could be used to highlight certain areas, like the one aimed at the whipping frame which also helped to blind me from making out much detail in the rest of the room. I didn’t get the chance to see much, as she immediately marched towards the other wall, and as we approached I could see I was being lead to a door set in the wall. It was a heavily built black wooden door, covered with numerous bolts and locks, and as I was placed outside I could see that it had various smaller doors or shutters built into it similar to a solid jail door with openings for viewing of passing food through to a prisoner. I remember there was at least one small door level with my face, another level with my cock or groin, yet a third at about ankle height, and yet another long wide lockable flap which looked as if it was for passing food through, all these doors had their own catches and locks on the outside which created quite a sight.