FetishStories.net

I never planned to end up completely sealed in rubber that night, but the moment I clicked on the ad for fetishstories.net, everything changed.

It started innocently enough. I was browsing the site late at night, cock already twitching as I read user-submitted tales of shiny latex slaves and merciless Mistresses. One story in particular caught me: “Full Encasement Weekend.” The description alone made me leak — a man slowly zipped into a custom thick latex catsuit with attached hood, gloves, and feet, then locked away for 48 hours under strict control.

My hand was inside my boxers when a private message popped up.

“Liked that one, rubber boy? I have the real thing. Tonight. My place. No limits.”

The sender was “MistressViper87”. Her profile picture showed a woman in head-to-toe black latex, holding a shiny hood. I should have hesitated. Instead, I typed “Yes, Mistress” and sent my location.

Two hours later I was standing in her dimly lit basement playroom, completely naked. She didn’t speak much at first. She just handed me a bottle of lube and a thick, heavy black latex catsuit that smelled strongly of fresh rubber.

“Put it on. Slowly. I want to watch every inch disappear.”

The material was thick and unforgiving. It took effort to pull it up my legs, the cool slick latex stretching tightly over my thighs and ass. When I worked my cock and balls inside the built-in sheath, I was already painfully hard. MistressViper87 smiled as she helped me slide my arms in, then zipped the suit all the way up my back with a loud, final zzzzzzip.

Next came the hood. It was attached, with only small openings for my eyes, nostrils, and mouth. She pulled it over my head and smoothed it down, sealing me in. The world became muffled. All I could hear was my own breathing and the constant soft creak of rubber with every tiny movement.

“Perfect,” she whispered, running her gloved hands over my now completely shiny black body. “From this moment, you are no longer a man. You are my rubber toy.”

She pushed me down onto the padded bench and locked heavy leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles, chaining me spread-eagle. Then she brought out a thick black ball gag and forced it between my lips, buckling it tightly behind the hood.

For the next three hours she used me.

She straddled my hooded face, her own latex-covered pussy grinding against my mouth through a small zipper. I licked desperately while she moaned and called me her “helpless shiny slut.” Every time I got close to coming, she stopped and squeezed my rubber-encased cock until the urge faded.

Later she flipped me over, lubed up a thick strap-on, and took my ass while I moaned helplessly into the gag. The latex creaked loudly as she fucked me deep and slow, her shiny body slapping against mine. I felt completely owned — just a warm, sealed rubber object for her pleasure.

When she finally allowed me to cum, it was while she sat on my face again, smothering me in her latex scent as my load shot into the tight sheath, trapped warm and sticky against my skin.

Afterwards she didn’t unzip me right away. She laid beside me, stroking my glossy chest and whispering how good her new rubber toy had been.

“You’re staying like this until morning,” she said softly. “And if you’re very good… I might keep you sealed for the whole weekend.”

I could only moan in response, my body still trembling inside the tight, shiny prison.

That was my first night on fetishstories.net.

I’ve been back every single day since.

And I still can’t get enough of that thick, creaking latex feeling… or the woman who knows exactly how to keep a rubber slave completely helpless and desperate.