the new tenant

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jackstrapped
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the new tenant

Post by jackstrapped » September 10th, 2019, 10:14 pm

I grew up in Chicago in a row house on the north side. We had a tenants apartment on the lower level that had a separate entrance from the back, although there was a connecting door to our basement I lived with my mother, divorced and no siblings. The tenants seemed to change almost 3 or 4 times a year; until we had an older German woman move in one year right after school started. I remember that she almost always wore a long black rubber trench coat (mackintosh) no matter whether it was raining or sunny; I distinctly remember at least three different coats She even wore them indoors, because I would see her in the hall or at night when I would sneak down the back stairs and look through her window. I don’t know why, but I just wanted to hug her.

One day when I was 11 or 12 I had the house to myself while they were all at work, and I checked the door to the tenants place and it was unlocked. I walked through the apartment just looking around until I got back to the rear entrance. On a rack in the foyer were several rubber and leather trench coats. From that moment on I have no idea why I did what I did. I took down her shiniest long rubber trench coat and laid it out on a window seat. I was wearing shorts and a t shirt, and I buttoned up the coat leaving just the top few buttons unbuttoned. It had a neck strap, a waist belt, and wrist straps, two on each arm. Although I remember it as if it was today, for some reason I slid my arms and head inside the coat (backwards), and stood up and slowly worked it down over my shoulders. It was very heavy, very soft, almost sticky, supple, and was very snug. It probably took a few minutes and my head slid though the open collar. I had the biggest erection of my life at that time, and I opened the window seat.

It took a while, but I managed to get the top buttons buttoned and the neck strap buckled tight, I folded the collar down, buckled the waist snug, and did the same with the wrist straps. I tightened the lower one on each arm as tight as I could and used the ones above to buckle my wrists together behind my back. I have no idea what even made me think about it and I am still amazed at whatever force drove me and I never considered I would have to get out of it. There were some blankets stored in the window seat and with some effort I managed to step into the window seat and lie down inside it. Laying on my back I forced my bound wrists under the waist belt and tried to relax and get comfortable. I was sweaty, the collar and wrist straps seemed to be getting tighter and I was fully aroused. I just laid there for what might have been an hour or more, fully erect and fantasizing about being found by the coats owner. I was squirming, and suddenly it got harder to breathe, and the sound of her raincoat creaking and squeaking was driving me wild. I felt something in my loins that made me struggle harder, the collar seemed to be tightening. The coat was in charge and I felt pressure on my erection, suddenly I had my first orgasm. It wasn't the best by far, but it was terrifying. As the feeling subsided I started to panic.

I struggled to free my wrists and was terrified I would damage the coat. It probably took another hour or more to get out of all of it. I think I rolled over face down and was able to get my arms out of the waist belt and somehow get at least one of the wrist buckles to open. Whatever made me button and buckle myself into the coat did not seem to help me get out of it. Bye the time I finished I was soaked in sweat and with cum in my shorts. I readjusted all the straps and rehung the coat on the rack just as I found it and tried to make everything look as though no one had been there before going upstairs and showering. I guess no one ever noticed, because I saw her wearing the same coat several days later. To this day I have no idea what possessed me to do any of it. I just know that it started me on what has become a huge rubber, leather and latex fetish I enjoy to this day. Would love to hear your thoughts.

blackmacjay
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Re: the new tenant

Post by blackmacjay » September 11th, 2019, 12:01 am

Shouldn't this be in the "Stories" section?

Jimson45
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Re: the new tenant

Post by Jimson45 » September 11th, 2019, 4:03 am

wow!!

MissRachel
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Re: the new tenant

Post by MissRachel » September 13th, 2019, 8:09 pm

That was an amazing story Jack.

I am often taken as to how all of our story's are alike. I need to tell mine at length someday. I will say this it involves almost the same elements: noticing a lovely clear, vinyl coat with polka dots hanging in my best friend's mum's hall closet. My friend and his family leaving for the weekend and picking me to watch over the house.

Great times a 12 year old.

hotwilly
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Re: the new tenant

Post by hotwilly » September 14th, 2019, 7:34 am

MissRachel wrote:
September 13th, 2019, 8:09 pm
That was an amazing story Jack.

I am often taken as to how all of our story's are alike. I need to tell mine at length someday. I will say this it involves almost the same elements: noticing a lovely clear, vinyl coat with polka dots hanging in my best friend's mum's hall closet. My friend and his family leaving for the weekend and picking me to watch over the house.

Great times a 12 year old.
Please don't be too long before you tell us your story
HW
Broad minded enough to acknowledge we all enjoy different things:)

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