Alvaromelino - Petplayer And Submissive

Recently, a friend visited that had spent a night in my puffy prison suit.  He enjoyed it enough, that he had to buy his own.  On this visit, He was again my prisoner, locked in full coverage thick, slick, smooth puffy gear.  I recently just posted the first photo. 

Now for the rest of the story. [edited for his protection].  He was starting to sweat, I was sure.  and while i enjoyed rolling around with him.  I was hard and wanted to do so much more, but i held back.  I wanted more.

I tried on an odd short suit that he brought along.  I slipped his short suit on, over thick padded shorts i had been wearing all day.  Okay fuck it.  I was wearing a diaper I had already pissed in, earlier.  It had filled up the absorbent material and felt more like a huge form fitting cupjock.  already my hard cock was trapped in a thick layer.  sure it looked fat and weird but felt fun.

I then grabbed the other full suit.  I could not resist putting it on.  He soon zipped me into the suit, sealed in just like he was.  soon we were both wrestling in gear.  struggling, playing,  wishing I could fuck him like a living sex toy.  but with all those layers it was not going to happen.

Eventually I had the upper hand, and while dripping inside with sweat,  sticking and sliding to the smooth taffeta material on the inside.   He was really getting off on my smothering him in the suit. Making him struggle underneath me.  I was getting dizzy from heat and sweat.  So I knew it was time to force him to cum.

I straddled his head, so he couldn’t turn it, or escape.  I sat down with all my padded layers until I knew he was smothered and could not breathe or sneak in breaths.  i unzipped the crotch of his suit, as I sat on him.  I could smell his scent leaking,  just as much as his cock was leaking. I tried to lift his cock with my padded mitt like hands and he just started shooting cum.

Afterwards as I struggled to get out of my suit,  I was sticking to.  nearly trapped inside even with help to escape.  We stripped out and showered up.  an hour later the room still smelled like a wrestling practice gym.  Wish I had a room that smelled like that all the time.  I miss the smell of the school locker room and wrestling gym so much.

New rubber boy Ben

Stepping into the building, I couldn't help but notice the air of youthful energy that surrounded me. The walls echoed with laughter and the sound of vibrant conversation drifted through the corridors. It was a world I had never been a part of before, but little did these girls know, I had my own agenda.

As I pushed my cleaning cart through the hallway, the glimmer of my shiny black trash bags caught my eye. They hung there, like predators patiently waiting for their next prey. My mind began to wander, envisioning the secrets that lay hidden within those bags. How satisfying it would be to fill them with the treasures of these young girls. It was a scheme that seemed all too easy to pull off, an opportunity too tempting to pass up.

Luck was on my side that day, as I encountered two lovely young ladies who, surprisingly, were more than willing to grant me access to their room. Little did they suspect the ulterior motive behind my seemingly innocent intentions. With each passing moment, my plan grew more concrete, my excitement building.

Quietly, I set about my task, meticulously tidying their room. But the image of those trash bags lurked in the back of my mind, a constant reminder of the exhilarating finale that awaited me. Finally, the moment arrived. Two perfectly tied bags, bulging with the remnants of their world, now safely concealed within my cart. A secret stash, just waiting to be transported, hidden away in the trunk of my car.

As the day drew to a close, the thought of my victorious exploit filled me with a strange sense of satisfaction. Cleaning up this dormitory building filled with young girls had become so much more than merely sweeping floors and emptying trash cans. It had become a thrilling adventure, a chance for me to indulge in a side of myself I never knew existed.

But as I loaded those bags into my car, a sliver of doubt weaved its way through my exhilaration. What was it about these young girls that had ignited such a twisted desire within me? What secrets lay within those bags that had captivated my imagination so fiercely? Only time would tell as I embarked on this dark journey, my heart racing with both anticipation and trepidation.



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Downsuit slave enjoying his encasement. He was too shiny to look at him without sunglasses :P

The Life of David Gale (2003)

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Wow. That have to be an amazing experience 😍 I'm sure I would love this, too.

Storage a soundproof but when the door shuts they here the moans and struggling they try, even after a month still. they are kept in silence when they are out but still keep the hoods and gags. Whether it is for doing the cleaning, gardening and what the master wants done. No that is a hole, not quite solitary could save several on a prison cell this way.