I’m really wishing May wasn’t filled with IML, MIR & Chicago Rubbermen functions or I’d find a way to make it to Atlanta. I hope SIR has time for me in June.

This is AWESOME….

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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.

“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.”

MUST. VISIT. ATLANTA!!!!

… this offer from a hunky Rubber Cop in ATL has my interest.

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.

Yeah. I need to visit Atlanta soon.