We'd spent more than an hour looking at his pics. His videos. I guessed my breathing was giving me away. And my arse shifting on the leather seat. Still in my office trousers, white shirt open at the neck. Drank some more coffee, maybe so the other clues that I was hooked were not so apparent. Trying not to turn my head to look at him sitting right next to me.
"Yeah, have some more coffee, Steve boy." He laughed for a sec, like he knew.
I said dumbly, "Blindfold on that guy. Very tight."
His hand slid firmly down over my left shoulder. His head was turned towards me, commanding me to look at him.
"Want to try? I've got that same gear next door on the bed. "
I couldn't stop my tongue trying to moisten my dry lips. I turned my head towards him and looked at him. He was smiling, barely smiling.
" Take your shirt off Stevy boy."
"Now walk through and see the gear. It'll fit you like a glove."
I walked through unsteadily. I knew from the video exactly what he would do to me, bound, helpless, deprived of all senses except feel.
"Get out of that office clobber, Steve. Squeeze into that rubber. Finest money can buy, Steve. Don't forget your to remove your socks!"
I stared down at the wide, smooth expanse of black PVC sheet. Theneat hanks of rope. On the side cupboard pairs of carefully folded white socks, ball gags red and back, a large leather box.
I picked up the rubber skin, flexible but only a slight stretch. And yeah, it would fit and hold every muscle group.
" You getting on there Steve?" The voice laughed slightly. "Want to see that second skin over those quads you go on about. And those nice shoulders of yours."
I nodded, though he was out of view.⁹
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