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yeah, bring ur kit...

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get dressed into your smelly uniform and get into your new cell

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Lucas Queiroz

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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."

I obeyed.

"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.

He called through:

"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."

"OK, OK."

"And those ropes."

I nodded, though he was out of view.⁹

So worth a reblog

I’ve no idea where this is from, but i thank whoever took it, took part in it, and put it online profoundly.

It speaks to all my kinks and thoughts and fetishes in a profound way,

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It only took James a couple of weeks to help his husband find his true self. They’d got on all right, but James had realised that it would be better for their relationship if Ian understood that there could only be one Top in their relationship. It would make things simpler, no more bargaining over who was going to switch that night.

So, a few subliminal played on a loop while Ian was asleep. The curated selection of rubber porn that always seemed to be playing when he looked at a screen, whether the tv, or his phone and iPad. Jame’s addition of a couple of drugs to Ian’s coffee each time he made his husband a drink, which had become a quite often occurance. The surprise package of delivered latex gear that arrived addressed to Ian - something he neglected to mention to James, although James didn’t wasn’t exactly unaware of its arrival.

So it was rather easy for James and Ian’s relationship to rebalanced, to made better. Ian is happier now he knows his place in the scheme of things. He no longer has to go to work, or think over much. He simply has to focus his thoughts on how to please his husband. His Master. His God.

While James is happy that he has made his husband so much more content…