My shiny rainmac punishment. (F/m macs No explicit)
Posted: October 10th, 2024, 6:00 pm
The chain pulled taut. She tugged again, bringing me down on to my knees. The thick leather collar hugged my thick, shiny double hooded neck, near choking me. My cuffed wrists attached by short chains to a thick waist strap, allowed just enough to maintain balance. The last tug however pulled my neck down to the ring bolt hinged up from the padded floor. A swift click locked my collar to it. Now pretty helpless, the huge shiny hoods settled over my face obscuring my vision. My short tethered hands could only grab handfuls of the huge floor length rubber lined cape that covered my glossy vinyl and rubber lined hooded mack initially worn over my naked body, bar vinyl pvc padded knickers. I tried to wriggle a bit but she was now tethering my ankles with another strap, basically trapping me inside this wretchedly gorgeous cape which was wrapping itself torturously around me and trying to suffocate me in its huge folds. Fully zippered up there was now truly no escape. More so, as the click of a padlock confirms ankles were now secured to another ring bolt. My feeble objections only came out as ball gagged grunts.
'Im going to watch Home and away. Ill deal with you afterwards. Football indeed. You should know better.'
I lay there luxuriating in my plight. I knew suggesting watching England play their Eurocup game could be dangerous, but to get such a reaction!
'How dare you slave'. 'Slave' had been the trigger word. I must obey once the word is said. A signed declaration by me, several years ago, instigates this. Dire consequences if disobeyed. No vinyl. No rubber for a month. Impossible! The instructions inevitably followed.
'Your shiny mac. Your cape and underwear. Now'.
She produced the collar, the chain and waist and ankle strap. I was duly led away to the cell I had also created several years previously.
Here I am now. Awaiting my fate. Whats more, I have no idea what the score is.......
'Im going to watch Home and away. Ill deal with you afterwards. Football indeed. You should know better.'
I lay there luxuriating in my plight. I knew suggesting watching England play their Eurocup game could be dangerous, but to get such a reaction!
'How dare you slave'. 'Slave' had been the trigger word. I must obey once the word is said. A signed declaration by me, several years ago, instigates this. Dire consequences if disobeyed. No vinyl. No rubber for a month. Impossible! The instructions inevitably followed.
'Your shiny mac. Your cape and underwear. Now'.
She produced the collar, the chain and waist and ankle strap. I was duly led away to the cell I had also created several years previously.
Here I am now. Awaiting my fate. Whats more, I have no idea what the score is.......