SIXTEEN HOURS IN RUBBER BONDAGE IN A NEW YORK HOTEL ROOM I live in London and have been turned on by rubber and bondage for as long as I can remember. About three months ago I decided to visit New York for ten days on a sightseeing visit. I booked myself into a gay hotel near to Greenwich Village but then, before I left London, I decided to use the Internet to see if I could find any kindred souls who could possibly add a little excitement to my visit. I had a number of replies and one in particular intrigued me. He described himself as a “serious rubber Top” and his details read “Enjoy sealing a hot boy in full gear, making him sweat, tying him up, keeping him that way for hours, days, weeks”. I had had many sessions of rubber bondage as a bottom but these had all been only for a matter of a few hours and the thought of being kept in bondage in full rubber for an extended period excited me enormously. We exchanged various messages over the succeeding months as my Master-to-be wanted to establish that I was a serious rubber bondage slave, not someone who had just flirted with idea and would back off when presented with the reality, and I of course wanted to establish that he was someone I could trust. Eventually it was agreed that he would come to my hotel between 5 and 6pm one Wednesday evening and he instructed me that I was to be in full rubber from head to toe when he arrived and that the bed had to be set with rope restraints at all four corners and at the head and ball areas. Some rolls of duct tape were also to be available together with a roll of cling film, the fridge had to have a supply of Budweiser and poppers were to be available for use. I was also instructed that the key of my room was to be deposited with Reception so that he could come straight up and let himself in. One further requirement was that I was forbidden to jack off or cum for at least 24 hours before he arrived It was with great difficulty that I refrained from jacking off before he arrived as the thought of my impending incarceration and control was almost too much to bear. However, with great difficulty I managed it and just before 5pm, I dressed myself in a full rubber catsuit, rubber boots, rubber gloves and a rubber headmask. I then waited with growing anticipation and a rampant cock until just before 6pm when my Master arrived. I had therefore been in full rubber for almost an hour before anything had started. As this was the first time we had met, it was obviously necessary to talk a little before embarking on the bondage session but the tone was set by my Master locking a heavy chain and padlock round my neck, which was to remain there until he left, and by his informing me firmly that my place during this talk was on the floor at his feet and that I was to call him “Sir”. I showed him the various “toys” which I had been instructed to bring, including tit clips and various butt plugs. Having established the guidelines, my Master told me that once the session started I was would be kept in full rubber and bondage until he left, (which would be about 10am the next morning) and that I would not be permitted to cum while he was with me (the thought of which made me even harder). He then stripped down and, still in my full rubber catsuit and rubber gloves, I was instructed to give him a full body massage. I then asked permission to have a piss, to which he agreed but told me not to flush the toilet. When he was satisfied with the massage, he decided the time had come to put me into full bondage. First he told me to bend over and undo the zip of my catsuit and he inserted a butt plug up my arse, which he instructed me was not to be removed until after he left. He then gagged me and spread-eagled me on the bed, spreading my legs as wide as they would go and securing them tightly with the ropes. The same was done with my wrists and then my head was also secured. Having got me firmly tied down, he then undid the zips in the front of my rubber suit so as to get at my rampant cock and balls and they were also quickly tightly tied and secured. It was quite obvious I was going nowhere for the time being. After leaving me for a while to contemplate my position, and to get almost uncontrollably hard and horny, he started to work on my tits, first playing with them, pinching and screwing them hard and then using the tit clips on them. The combination of tight restrictive bondage, the knowledge that I was now totally under his control and the work on my now hard and erect tits, made the my desire to cum almost uncontrollable and it was only with the greatest difficulty ,knowing that I was forbidden to cum, that kept me from shooting there and then. I was left like this for a couple of hours with intermittent work by my Master on my cock, which of course did nothing to help my desire to release my urges, with the knowledge that I was completely immobilised with cock, balls, tits, boots, arms, necks and hands firmly secured. I was hooded, gagged and blindfolded and my tits and cock were being tortured by a hot rubberman for all he was worth while he told me that I was just a pig - a titpig and a rubber pig. In view of this he told me that from that moment on, as I was just a pig, I was only permitted to grunt like a pig - human speech was forbidden. My tits were getting harder and harder and more and more tender as time went on and my cock was continuing to stick more and more strongly up into the air - which of course was the idea. I strained against the restraints and quickly realised that there was no way I was going to get out of them until my Master decided to let me and my cock continued to stay hard with the knowledge that I was now totally under his control and he could do whatever he wanted with me and there was little, if anything, I could do about it. After a couple of hours, and having reached the verge of climax a number of times, feeling somewhat stiff and my tits feeling decidedly sore, he released me from the bed, ordered me into the bathroom and told me to put my head down the toilet bowl into the piss and water which was there. He then pissed over my rubber masked head and then, telling me to keep my head down into the toilet bowl, flushed the toilet over my head. I now really was a slave, totally under the control of a real Master. After a short break, my Master told me that the time had come for full mummification training. He put a dildo gag with a breathing tube in my mouth and strapped this on and blindfolded my eyes. I then had to lie on the bed with my booted feet together and the mummification began. Starting with my upper body he wrapped me tightly in the cling film cinching my arms tightly to my body and my booted legs pulled tightly together. Having wrapped me tightly in the cling film he then secured it even more tightly using the duct tape round my body, arms and legs. I could feel the bondage getting tighter and more restrictive and by this time I was totally immobile and unable to move a muscle, except for my head although my cock and balls were straining under the cling film. However, further clingfilm was then wrapped round my head followed by duct tape. Just when I thought he had finished I felt a sort of tapping on my stomach as if he was attaching something and I later discovered that he was making the word “SLAVE” out of the black duct tape on my chest. So now here I was unable to move a muscle, totally immobilised, gagged and breathing through a tube, blindfolded, unable to see a thing and knowing that my Master could again keep me there in total bondage for as long as he wanted. A small slit was made in the cling film so that my Master could once again take my cock and balls out and tie them tightly and then after some time start work on them again to ensure that I remained rock hard and unsatisfied, aching for release but knowing there was none. With these various ministrations, I was left in this totally immobile, mummified condition for about two hours when he decided to cut me free. By this time the evening was wearing on and my Master told me that he wanted to go to The Lure which was just down the road from the hotel. However he also informed me that I was to stay in the hotel room and to ensure this he handcuffed me . I was of course still in my full rubber catsuit complete with rubber headmask, rubber gloves and rubber boots and my arse was still plugged with the buttplug which had been put there shortly after my Master’s arrival. Apart from the fact that I was handcuffed, he said I was free to entertain myself during his absence, except of course for any attempt to jack off ! In fact I lay on the bed luxuriating in my predicament but with my cock aching for release until he returned a couple of hours later, about 1 am. He then told me that as he had to work the next day he had to get some sleep and so he stripped off and went to sleep on the double bed with me, still in my full rubber, plugged, masked, gloved and booted sleeping as best I could beside him. We woke about 9am the next morning and my Master required me to service his cock by proving my worth as a cock-sucker. After I had satisfied him, he went out and got some coffee, orange juice and donuts for breakfast and then just before 10am he bid me farewell. I was still, as I had been since he arrived, in my rubber catsuit, rubber headmask, rubber gloves and rubber boots - his anonymous rubber slave in total rubber for 16 hours and it did not take long for me to shoot a gallon of cum.. I only hope we can meet again to extend the period of rubber confinement to 24 hours or longer !