My 30-Day Raincoat Punishment – Submission, Sweat, and Snaps

[BooBoo3845]

Hello fellow raincoat lovers,

I wanted to share what I’ve been going through, something that’s been equal parts tormenting, arousing, and completely mind-bending. I’m currently 6 days into a 30-day raincoat punishment sentence, imposed by my strict and wickedly creative Madam Vicious (My wife).

It all started after she decided I wasn’t showing enough respect for her collection, dozens of puffers, slickers, and long, heavy raincoats. So she put me on a 30-day punishment protocol, designed to break down my resistance, amplify my obsession, and remind me exactly what I am: a sissy raincoat snap slut.

Here are the rules and highlights:

30 nights in the "Closet Punishment Box":

Each night, I’m forced to sleep in Madam's jacket closet. Inside the closet, in a box, underneath all of her hanging raincoats and shiny puffer coats that hang. This box is just big enough to fit me. its lined with raincoats and has restraints for my legs and wrists. Before being put in the box for the night, Madam chooses which women's raincoat i am to wear for the night. I am striped naked and made to put the raincoat she chooses on inside out. She takes her time snapping it up and pulling on the hood, as she does this she verbally humiliates me and scolds me. Sometimes she gags me with her worn panties, duct tapes them in place, and covers me with one of her heaviest coats before locking me in. Sometimes I am forced to wear a leather hood, blindfolded and gagged. No freedom, no room to move, just darkness, heat, and the sound of crinkling nylon/PVC in my ears.

Jacket Worship Hour (Twice Weekly):

Twice a week I must kneel before five of Madam’s hand picked raincoats or puffy jackets and worship them. I must kiss every snap, zipper, and seam while whispering how unworthy I am to wear them. If I fail to arouse or amuse her, next time I’m gagged and cuffed. I am only allowed to lick, no speech. I failed the last one. Badly. The punishment that followed involved layers of inside-out rainwear, a blind leather hood, bondage, a teasing vibrator… and a humiliating countdown to orgasm I was never allowed to reach.

Denial & Torment:

I’m not allowed to cum. Not unless she allows it, and she hasn’t. I live in a state of constant arousal, trapped in layers, teased, mocked, and left dripping with frustration. She’s even added extra days when I “fail” to show enough desperation. I'm now back to 29 days.

Closet Imprisonment:

Sometimes she restrains me standing in the raincoat closet, ankles bound, arms shackled to the hanger rod. Then she hangs her raincoats all around me, burying me in crinkling, sweltering fabric. The scent, the sound, the pressure, it’s overwhelming. I lose all sense of time in there, swallowed by her collection.

This punishment isn’t just physical, it’s psychological. I’ve stopped thinking about anything else. My mind is soaked in raincoats, in snaps, in her cruel smirks and whispered threats. Every day that passes, I slip deeper into submission. I can’t imagine finishing the 30 days...

As I was writing this yesterday, there has been a change in my sentence, here's what happened:

I was punished for underperforming during Jacket Worship Hour. I was supposed to kneel before five of her raincoats, kissing every snap, zipper, and seam while confessing how unworthy I am. She said I licked like I was bored. Like I forgot my place.

So, the next session started with punishment.

She dressed me in a long, inside-out raincoat so the seams scratched my skin. Then came the raincoat pants. Then a massive, glossy puffer zipped tightly over everything. I was stuffed and sweating. Next: the leather hood, blacked-out eyes, mouth filled with a rubber gag, buckled until I couldn’t move my jaw.

She pushed me facedown on the bed. My wrists cuffed behind me, ankles chained to the cuffs. Helpless.

Then I felt her press the vibrator into the folds of my coat, right against my swollen, leaking cock. Set to low. Constant. Teasing. Not enough to cum... just enough to drive me insane.

She warned me: “Do. Not. Cum.”

Then she left me.

I moaned into my gag. Twitched. Humped the coats. Tried not to lose control.

Hours? Minutes? I don’t know. Then she returned, quiet, dominant, terrifying.

She climbed on the bed and straddled my hooded face, pressing herself over my gagged mouth. The scent. The heat. I felt her rock her hips and heard the buzz of her vibrator. She used me as furniture. As nothing.

She came...hard.

Then, without mercy: “Your turn. Five minutes.”

Still gagged. Still hogtied. Still buried in rainwear. I tried. I twisted. I humped into nylon folds like a pathetic animal. She laughed. Mocked. Said if I was really horny, I’d be trying harder.

I failed.

She clicked off the timer and said, “Time’s up. Clearly you’ve been exaggerating your desperation.”

She added five more days to my punishment. I’m now back to 29 days....

I will update you soon, on how things are progressing....

Has anyone else gone through extended rainwear punishments or rituals like this? I’d love to hear about others who’ve been locked in rubber, drenched in nylon, or broken by snaps and denial. Misery loves company.

Drenched in need and soaked in shame,
marcia
sissy raincoat snap slut

[thicko2008]

Nice to have a understanding mistress like that for all us rainwears

[Nylon macs]

What a lovely story