The Rubber Boytoy    by Prim

Ruby had been looking forward to applying for a sissy from Rubber-Boys'R'Us. She often hired a playboy to dress in her rubber skirts for hours of rampant sex, but to OWN a rubber boy! That was her dream. "I'll take him," she said, when faced with Jensen Mackintosh in his pretty rubber dress and leg-tight stockings. She could already imagine how he would slither on her rubber sheets in some of her latex hobble skirts and blouses, let alone her mackintoshes. She marched the slithering sissy to her car and secured him into the passenger seat harness, complete with rubber hood and a long sheath that secured his legs together in shiny black rubber. She saw him as her captive, her play-doll, her rubber puppet. Once at the house she stripped him, showered him and herself together, and then set about building his addiction to rubber. Of course he was already halfway there: after all, he was a Rubber Boy. But she wanted to add that delicious tang of gripping tightness. His legs would be hobbled together, his arms pinioned to his sides, and his face enclosed in deep shiny collars and hoods. Jensen didn't know whether to be terrified of his new extreme Mistress, or to surrender to his pleasure. He ended up doing both as she put him into latex tights, rubber blouses and a black rubber hobble skirt which zipped from his ankles and up his legs to be padlocked at the back of his waist. Mmm, how she loved humping him in his skirt while she wore her mackintosh in the most heavenly squeaks and slides of swishing rubber. It was a good idea, buying her own Boytoy. Especially when he cried out endlessly for a mixture of release and more sex-play from inside his mackintosh hoods as they slithered about on the rubber bed.

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