The post thudded thru the front porch letter box.
gimp, still in his head to toe rubber cat suit, dropped the saddle soap tin and cloth on the kitchen floor and trotted to the front door to collect the mail. It looked like mostly junk so gimp put the junk mail on a pile for Master to check and the letters on the kitchen table next to Master’s lunch that gimp had prepared.
Master came in from his bedroom in his tight fitting spunky tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt. gimp would have sucked the spunk out of them but gimp was hooded and gagged. Master and gimp had been out at the local fetish night club and had not got in till late. gimp was up early to get Master’s leathers cleaned ready for the next time they were needed. Master had locked gimp into its full rubber suit the previous afternoon and had been told that it was in the suit till Master decided to release gimp.
During the night when it got a bit cold in the rubber and sweaty mix gimp grabbed Masters leathers and covered itself with them on the floor. Unfortunately for gimp Master had got up in the middle of the night sleepy and blurred eyes looking for gimp to relieve Himself into gimp. He gave gimp a boot with His foot to wake gimp up and it got up ready to take Masters strong piss. Masters was still very sleepy and His aim was off and pissed not only over gimp but over Masters Bluf leathers that gimp was using to keep itself warm. Once Master was back in bed gimp had dried off the leathers and as soon as it had woken got to work getting them back to a shiny state.
Master sat at the kitchen table chewing on a piece soup covered toast and reading the mail.
“gimp we are going to have some visitors tonight.” said Master waiving the letters at gimp. “The contracts have just come thru for sale of the building I’ve bought to use as the professional dungeon. My financial advisers are coming to dinner to discuss finance for the conversion. I will need you to prepare a buffet for them but you cannot be around while they are here.” It was rare for Master to ask gimp to not be around when there were business visitors so this must be an important meeting.
gimp sat on the floor next to Master with His leathers cleaning them while Master put His hand on top of gimps rubber hooded head. Master munched on his breakfast and looked deep in thought.. Master suddenly looked down at gimp. “What are you doing with my leathers gimp?” gimp pointed at Master’s groin and made gestures to indicate that Master had pissed over it and the leathers last night. It took a few moments for Master to realise what gimp was miming.. “Ah ok gimp. good work” Master grabbed the tablet on the kitchen table and ordered food online from the local supermarket
“Right gimp I’ve ordered the food and it will be here this afternoon. I’m going to head out on the motorbike to get some padlocks. Give the house a good clean and I will be back soon. “
Master took his t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms off to reveal Masters rigid cock oozing pre-cum and low slung balls. He wiped his cock with his t-shirt and threw them over gimp’s head blocking its vision. gimp breathed in deep to smell Master.
"When you finished with them gimp put them in the washing.” Master gave gimps head a pat and walked out of the kitchen to get changed into motorbike leathers. gimp stopped cleaning the leathers and hugged the tracksuit bottoms laying on the floor with its hood pressed up against the crotch and breathed in deeply. It was in heaven.
Twenty minutes later Master came into the kitchen wearing His new Dainese suit He got for his birthday from gimp. Master put his motorcycle boot on top of gimps head as it lay on the floor covered in Masters spunky tracksuit bottoms. Master pushed harder and harder till gimp struggled under His boot. All gimp could feel was something pushing down on it; it couldn’t see Master. Master release gimp and gave it a boot in the belly. “Get up you’ve got work to do.”
It was still laying on the floor when Master started up the Ducati. It could feel the vibration of the engine thru the floor. gimp placed its rubber coated hand on a tile and its rubberised ear against the floor. Its cock was getting hard thinking of Master on the bike with the front wheel wedged on gimps cock and Master revving the engine. The noise slowly disappeared as Master closed the garage and rode away.
gimp got up and put the clothes in the washing machine, set the machine into action then continued to clean Master’s leathers afterwards hanging them up in the wardrobe. It sat in the living room on the floor waiting for the shopping to arrive browsing the internet on the tablet looking through fetish shop websites. gimp would give Master a weekly report on any new fetish gear for the dungeon and anything that might help gimp be a better slave.
The shopping arrived and gimp was packing the food away chuckling to itself about scaring the pants off the delivery driver. gimp had opened the door still in its full rubber suit and the delivery driver quickly dropped the boxes and run back to the van.
gimp heard the grumble of Masters Ducati turn up and it ran to the front door and knelt there waiting.
Master opened the door and there was a rush of smelly hot leather that washed over gimp. It closed its eyes as Master shut the front door. “Shopping arrived gimp?” Eyes still closed gimp nodded.
Master wedged His boot into gimps groin and pushed His knee into gimps chest. “gimp is going to be with me tonight but hidden. Come into the living room.”
Master walked into the living room while gimp shuffled behind Him on knee pads. Master stopped at the box in the middle of the room. It was a solid wood box that was used as the coffee table. The table had hinges on one side and a catch and a locking point on the other side. It was made for Master a few years ago for one of Masters dungeons. Master unfastened the clasp and opened the top of the box; gimp had never seen the inside before and it peered in.
Inside the box was empty except for eye hooks and a leather padded pillow.
“Get in gimp and check that you can fit.” gimp stepped inside and curled up into the space and put its hooded head on the pillow. Everything felt a good fit. “Yep that works gimp. Get up and out and prepare the buffet.” said Master. gimp pulled itself out of the box and stood there while Master closed the box up. “Go on - go get the food ready they are here in an hour.” Master slapped gimp’s rubber arse and spurred gimp into action.
The kitchen table was awash with finger food when Master returned from the bedroom dressed in smart casual and shoes. gimp was kneeling in the corner waiting. Master grabbed 6 glasses from the cupboard and put them on the table next to the bottles of wine. Master walked over to gimp and pulled the gag off. gimp’s jaw ached from the ball gag and it was drooling over its front..
“You need food gimp”? gimp nodded. It hadn’t eaten since the day before. Master grabbed gimps bowl from the floor and filled it with finger food. He took it over to gimp and put it in front of gimp and then using the caribena attached to gimps arm restraints clipped gimps hands together behind its back. “Go on then, eat gimp” said Master and gimp leaned forwards grabbed the food with its teeth and eat as much as it could.
While gimp was eating Master stood there watching gimp rubbing His cock that was was getting harder by the minute. Master took the nibbles into the living room and opened the coffee table box and went back into the kitchen. Once gimp had finished its food Master pulled His cock and balls out and stood in front of gimp. “Open” said Master and gimp obediently opened its mouth and Master pulled gimp onto His cock. gimp started to slobber over Master’s cock as Master face fucked gimp deeper and deeper. gimp choked on Master’s cock but Master would not relent. gimp struggled to breathe and as gimp fought to keep its food down it was choked even more by Masters cum hitting the back of its throat. It managed to swallow most of it but got into a choking fit. Master pulled His cock out of gimps mouth and put the gag back in. “Swallow gimp”.
Master grabbed the chain round gimps neck and pulled gimp on to its feet. “Go into the living room gimp”. gimp scurried off into the living room still choking.
Master grabbed the new padlocks from the rucksack in the hallway and went into the living room. Master pointed to the open box. “Get into the box gimp”. gimp stepped into the box and Master removed the caribena from gimps wrist restraints. gimp knelt down in the box and Master took the gag out of gimps mouth and put a tube gag in and ordered gimp to lay on its side. Master attached gimps ankle and wrist restraints into the eye hooks around the inside of the box. Each limb was attached to a separate eye hook. He then route the tube to a small rubber mounted 2cm hole that was on the top of the box. Master then removed a small 2cm by 2cm panel in the side of the box to allow gimp to breathe. Master closed the box down and put a padlock on the lockable clasp.
gimp laid there its heart pounding in its chest. It heard Master go out of the room into the kitchen then came back in. gimp felt air pressure in the tube attached to its gag change.
“gimp I’ve put a wine cooler on the table that has a hole on the bottom that fits the tube to your gag. This allows me to fill you up with whatever fluid I want. No one will know its purpose as it looks like a normal metal wine cooler bottle. I will be using it to cool the wine and will feed u fluids during the evening. You will keep quiet and not make a sound in that box. If you do you will spend a week in the prison cell tied down with no food and only Masters piss. Do you understand me? Knock on the box gimp if you do”. gimp used its rubber coated fingers to tap on the side of the box. “Good” said Master.
“I want you to listen to the conversations and report on what was said. If I ask questions and you can’t remember you are going to get your arse whipped. Understood?” gimp tapped on the box. Its chastity cage was full to overflowing and gimp cock was pre-cumming.
The doorbell rang and Master opened the front door. gimp heard voices and they got louder as they came into the living room. Master left to get the drinks and gimp could hear 4 voices, 3 men and one woman. They were discussing general topics nothing to do with Master then gimp heard Master come back in offering drinks. It heard Master come to the box and some vibration on the top of the box. The air pressure changed on the tube and gimp could feel cold air in the tube then the taste of ice cold water. Master had put the ice in the wine cooler and it was dripping into to gimps tube gag. gimp started to swallow the small amounts listening to the voices.
From what gimp could make out the sale of the property to Master had gone through and all was good. Master was negotiating with the finance people for the conversion costs. Master had put down 80% of the finance and he wanted the other 20% to come from the investors. The group in turn wanted quite a bit of interest and a percentage of the revenue of the dungeon. The woman was driving the negotiations and gimp was listening to her as it noticed it was starting to heat up. The ice water was helping but gimp was really sweating so gimp shifted position a little as quietly as it could as it heard them all leave to go to the buffet in the kitchen.
Master came up to the box and checked on gimp. gimp tapped on the box to confirm it was ok then all of a sudden it felt warm piss and ice cold water mixing flow into gimps mouth. gimp was taken by surprise and worked hard to take the piss and not choke. Master walked away but the piss was still coming in from the container above. It kept on swallowing as quickly as it could when it realised that it was about to belch. The pressure of the wind pushed the piss and water back up the tube. gimp hoped no-one heard.
Voices came back into the room and gimp could hear that Master was not there. gimp heard the woman discussing with the 3 men about the finance and they were agreeing their limit and also what they were going to demand. gimp made a note of the figures and terms as gimp heard Master come back in.
The water and piss were diluting but the warm piss had melted the ice and gimp was really having to keep up with the flow of fluids. Its cock was oozing precum and aching from the confinement of the cage. Sweat was pouring down its back and pooling in the rubber suit on its side and it irritated gimp’s skin. It dearly wished it could scratch its side.
gimp could feel water trickling down its nose in the hood and it wanted to sneeze. It was holding it in trying to keep quiet when it heard the women and male voices leave to go to the kitchen for more food. It let out a tiny sneeze to clear it nose then in horror it heard movement round the box. it looked up at the little 2cm square opening where the shaft of light came in across it head. It saw movement and then an eye looking in. it wasn’t Master!
gimp looked back in terror at the eye thinking of the consequences then suddenly the eye disappeared. It heard a noise then there was a flood of fresh hot piss flooding into its mouth via the tube gag. It was strong and acrid. gimp choked as it kept up with the constant stream and the noise of gimp choking could be heard from outside the box. There was movement again next to the box and the eye appeared again. gimp just stared at it coughing as the piss continued coming and coming. The eye disappeared and the floor creaked as the person left the room. By the time the voices came back in most of the piss has gone and it was just diluted by the ice water.
gimp’s eyes were streaming tears from the constant swallowing and its belly was bloated. It desperately needed to pee itself and it resigned to just slowly pee into its suit hoping that none of it came out from the zips into the box. If it did it would be in serious trouble with Master. As the piss settled onto the bottom of the suit the itching stopped.. “Blessed relief!” though gimp. There were more voices and the discussions took quite some time. gimp peed into its suit again as quietly as it could.
Not long after that gimp heard the voices leave and the front door shut. Master walked back into the room and removed the wine cooler. It was virtually empty. He then opened the box and gimp looked up to a blurry over bright image of Master leaning over removing gimps gag.
“You ok gimp?” said Master. "Yes, Master, but gimp had to pee into its suit”. Master unlocked gimp from the eyehooks in the box and helped gimp to its feet.
“Go kneel in the bath I’ll be there in a minute.” gimp carefully waddled to the bath with bulging rubber suit full of piss and knelt into the bath waiting for Master to assist.
A few moment later Master came in and undid the front of the suit. Some of the piss flooded out and Master unlocked gimps mitts and then got gimp to undress itself. gimp showered its body but the rubber hood was still on and it could feel the hot shower water thru the rubberhood. gimp got out and rubber itself dry and then padded into the front room where Master was sitting.
“Well did you hear what was going on?” gimp nodded. “Anything to report about the conversations while I was out?” gimp nodded and told Master of the conversations the 4 visitors had. Master patted gimp on the head. “Good gimp. Lay on the floor while I type out an email.” gimp curled up around Masters feet and heard Master furiously typing the email to the visitors on his laptop.
“There.” said Master triumphantly. “Let’s see if they will accept that offer. Go get me a beer, gimp”. gimp got up and scurried of to the fridge and brought a beer back to Master kneeling in front of Him. Master had already got his rock hard cock and balls out of his clothes and took the beer from gimp. Master pointed to His cock. “Go on gimp have a taste of your reward”. gimp went straight onto Master cock gagging itself while Master drunk his beer watching TV.
A few days later gimp was washing Master’s motorbike out on the drive when Master came out to talk to gimp. gimp dropped the sponge in the bucket and knelt in front of Master. "gimp, we got the contract and because of your information I got it at the price I wanted. So this means there is some money left over and Master is going to treat you to a present.“ Master showed gimp 3 pieces of paper and had turned them over so gimp couldn’t see the images on them.
"Pick one gimp” said Master. gimp wiped its hands on its camo trousers, paused and picked the middle one. “Turn it over gimp that is your present”.
gimp turned it over to reveal a picture of a Fetters rubber strait jacket. gimps eyes lit up and it dropped the paper and hugged Master’s legs.
Story text by RedSkull.