Back in 2010, I visited a (different) SIR in Atlanta.  While leading up to the visit, he sent me several emails taunting me.   It was one of my first long periods in chastity.  He really knew what he was doing.   

I recently ran across the emails and thought I’d share.   They’re still fucking hot.

You arrive at the designated time and ring the bell. I answer, gesturing you to follow me downstairs where you submit yourself for inspection. You strip, placing all of your clothing and belongings into a black bag there for just this purpose. I inspect your body – making sure you haven’t committed any offenses like wearing deodorant or sticky hair gel – and verify that the serial number on the plastic lock holding your cock in chastity matches the photo you sent me a week prior when I ordered you to lock it on. Only upon passing inspection do you earn the privilege of begging for the leather posture collar and the brass master lock that will bring boy to life.

Along with the collar comes the rest of boy’s ‘everyday’ attire – a pair of locking leather chastity shorts, a leather muzzle and a pair of black paratrooper boots. For now, the boy is otherwise unrestrained – as boy has work to do. Boy is led to a large chest – and ordered to prepare the evening’s gear. It will be a night out – and I expect that boy will do everything possible to ensure that SIR shines at the Eagle this evening. There are leather boots and acres of rubber to shine. SIR sits back and watches, removing his shirt. When the gear is ready, SIR presents himself – and the boy lubes SIR up, and slides on his rubber uniform – britches, shirt, tie, belt, Sam Brown, helmet, glasses, and of course boots. Boy give SIR a complete shine – focusing on the crotch. As a reward for a job well done, boy’s muzzle is removed so he may suck SIR completely hard before pouring a generous squirt of lube down SIR’s crotch and zipping it back closed.

Keys appear, and boy is instructed to remove his shorts and collar and don boy’s public attire – the full rubber catsuit, rubber chaps, boots, gloves, collar, and Studio Gum multi-function hood that boy shined up just minutes ago. When finished, boy again presents himself for inspection. Upon passing, boy is awarded several locks to keep boy and gear securely together – ensuring boy’s anonymity during the outing. Boy is also awarded a moderately sized rubber ass-plug and a heavy steel chain – which attaches to boy’s collar.

Led by the chain, boy follows SIR to the car, climbing in through the tailgate onto the blanket laid out for boy for the two minute ride to the Eagle.

At the bar, you attract quite a bit of attention. A few of the gawkers aren’t schooled in proper etiquette and need to be reprimanded for approaching you directly. I take the opportunity to educate them – and reward them with the chance to feel a real boy in his rubber glory if – and only if – they demonstrate an aptitude for BDSM. We attract quite a bit of interest, and many offers – but tonight I’m not sharing. We make the rounds, but don’t stay long – boy still has quite an evening ahead.

After the quick ride home in the cargo space of the car, boy is lead back to the basement. boy remains fully encapsulated, and is ordered to re-shine SIR and himself before reclining in the sling. boy’s already gloved hands are placed in rubber mits and locked to the sling’s chains – his booted ankles placed in stirrups. boy is left for awhile.

Upon my return, I continue my inspection. Gags, blindfolds and plugs are adjusted. Zippers are unzipped. I perform much of this work with my tongue. I climb atop you, sliding my rubber-coated dick into your mouth and lick around your chastity – really putting that Viagra of yours to work against that plastic cock cage. Eventually, my tongue works its way down to your ass – where it spends considerable time exploring.

How well you perform during these and related, simultaneous activities determines if and where you sleep tonight.

“When I get you in my clutches, you’ll just be another poor gimp locked in rubber with a great body and a big dick you’re forbidden to touch – you’ll be forced to worship mine instead.”

I’d arrange a full coverage K-9 look for you – complete transformation into a not-necessarily-submissive rubber Rottweiler. I envision chastity built into the suit – so you dick is allowed to get hard, but is not accessible to you – perhaps it’s in a sheath that runs up your torso. Your balls will be stretched down to hang low beneath your tail. And of course your full coverage will include rubber mitts, knee pads and a complete dog hood that completes your transformation and alters your perception of the world. Ideally it’s all custom made to encase you perfectly – the hood created using from a mold of your human face so it’s perfectly tight and restrictive. The whole suit/hood combo would lock together with the help of a heavy, solid stainless steel collar.

The collar is at one end of a heavy gauge steel chain. Your booted, fully covered rubber master is at the other.