She threw me a jar of lubricating gel and I rubbed it all over my naked body. This was to ease on the already lubricated thick rubber cat suit I was going to wear for the occasion. As I carefully pulled on the suit I finally accepted that I would go through with the scene as it was obvious that Beth was not going to pull out. The suit was very tight fitting thick shiny black rubber; I had cleaned and shined it before carefully wrapping it up to bring. It had a high collar and closed at the back with a very strong zipper from the waist to the back of the neck. It also had convenience zips. Two ran across the chest at the height of the nipples, one at the crotch and another at the rear allowing anal entry.



Beth tossed me a pair of latex socks then passed me the knee length high heeled ladies boots that she insisted that I should wear.



OK then. Outside. She snapped.



I walked unsteadily on the four inch heels and the chair seemed to stand out as I tottered towards it. It was as if the high backed piece of specially designed bondage furniture was threatening me. At the time it almost felt as though I was walking to the electric chair.



Beth made me sit right back with my spine up against the strong centre spar of the chair back. When she was happy that I was in the correct position, she threaded a six inch wide heavy black leather belt around my waist and the chair back then through a large ring bolt positioned to prevent the belt from moving up or down. This pinioned me firmly to the chair.



There were several of these ring bolts strategically attached to the chair. The seat was high and designed deliberately so that my feet could not touch the floor. Beth bent down and strapped my right ankle to the right leg of the chair. Another 3 wide strap fixed just below the knee rendered my lower leg immobile. She immobilised the upper leg by threading another wide strap through the designed slots in the seat of the chair.



My left leg was treated in the same manner then Beth stood back and observed her work. She smiled with approval. Her eyed danced mischievously as she silently mocked me.



“Now for the arms”. She reached for more straps.



She took my right arm and placed it on the strong flat platform that was the arm of the chair. First she pulled my upper arm against the upright outer spar of the chair back and used two straps, one above the biceps and one below. She was nothing if not thorough. Then she fixed my lower arm and wrist to the horizontal arm of the chair. My right arm was now fixed rigidly to the chair and I was beginning to feel extremely helpless and vulnerable.



At this stage I began to doubt whether I could go on, but the sight of Beth’s taunting face made me more determined not to give her the satisfaction that she would derive and ram down my throat if I pulled out.



Soon my left arm was immobilised.



Beth stood back and studied me with that annoying look. She checked each fastening individually ensuring that they were firm but not too tight.



I knew there was more to come!



She selected a longer and wider strap and fastened my upper chest to the chair back.

After she had buckled that belt tightly to the chair she stuck her face just a couple of inches from mine. Last chance saloon, if you want to pull out, do it now. I won’t give you another chance. She pouted and laughed as she said it.



I didn’t say anything at all.



“OK. Don’t say I didn’t give you the opportunity”.



She bent down and rummaged in the holdall then stood up with a shiny black latex hood in her hand. Carefully pulling this in position she made sure that my nose was protruding through the aperture in the centre. The hood fitted very tightly, it had eye holes and a mouth aperture but was one I hadn’t seen before because there were inch square mesh openings at each ear. My face felt as if was being squeezed in a huge vice.



More rummaging and she came out with another hood. This one though again black shiny latex was a much thicker gauge of material. She had to struggle but after a while she had it correctly placed over my head and face. Instead of a nose hole there was a shaped nose with two small apertures. Beth made sure that these aligned with my nostrils. It also had both eye holes and a mouth aperture and, again the latex mesh at each ear.



My face felt even tighter as the two layers of rubber stretched and contracted.



To my consternation Beth went to the bag yet again and came up with a head harness. This consisted of a set of leather straps, silver chromium buckles and D rings that made a very efficient harness. Straps fitted over the head, across the forehead, down the sides of the nose in an inverted V. Worst of all was the black hard rubber gag, slightly larger than a golf ball, which she pushed in my mouth and held it in place with another of the harness straps.



My wife went around me slowly inspecting and adjusting each of the many straps and buckles until she was happy that everything fitted to her satisfaction. Another trip to the goody bag revealed a four inch wide leather collar that she fitted it neatly around my neck pulling both the hoods and the harness even more firmly against my face and neck.



She pushed my head against the high chair back and padlocked the collar to the back of the chair. Then she padlocked the back of harness strap which went around my forehead to the chair back. Now I could hardly move a muscle.



Reluctantly, I had to admit that Beth was nothing if not thorough and somehow despite my predicament I both loved and admired her for what she had done and the manner in which she had done it.



She stood back victoriously and glanced down at the erection that was bulging against the restrictive wall of the cat suit. Beth smiled and knelt in front of me slowly opening the zipper at my crotch. As soon as the fastening started to open my penis thrust itself out of confinement and stood proudly erect. Beth laughed as she stroked it gently. Then she slid open the nipple zips. Finding my nipples, one between each forefinger and thumb she played with them knowing that it would work me up to a lather. She took me to a state of ecstasy and then stopped suddenly.



Kneeling in front of me again she carefully pushed my still engorged and throbbing penis back inside the rubber and closed the zip. The nipple zips were also closed one after the other. I was very disappointed but was helpless to do anything about it.



I knew that this was the moment I had been dreading as she bent and whispered in my ear. I’ll be leaving in a minute darling. You have done a lot of stupid things in your time but this one takes the biscuit. She laughed as she stood up. She then looked me over once again like a pilot of a plane making his final checks before take off.



She put the rest of the equipment back in the holdall and went to the office behind me. Of course I couldn’t move my head to see where she was. I heard her close the door and the metallic clicks as she closed the padlocks. There was a swishing rustling sound as she walked back in front of me putting on her long SBR raincoat.



“Oh dear it’s starting to rain. She said as she buttoned and belted the coat; she looked so desirable. Beth came towards me and for a second I thought she was going to let me go. Instead she pulled the zips across my eyes after adjusting the inner rubber flaps to ensure that I could not even see a speck of light.



“Bye darling. I decided that since you can’t speak or see it would be fun to let you hear everything going on around you. Imagination is such a turn on, isn’t it? See you at eleven o’clock”. I could smell the scent of her perfume and wanted her even more.



I heard her heels clicking on the platform floor as she walked away then the door being opened and locked from the other side. I couldn’t hear anything else and thought perhaps she was standing still behind the platform door. Maybe she had changed her mind and was waiting before coming back to free me; somehow it all seemed like a dream.



Then I heard the dull thud as the large outer door was pulled closed. My heart fell; she had gone.



At first I was devastated and couldn’t believe that she had left me like this even though it was originally my idea. I started to try to struggle against my bonds. It was useless because they had been too expertly fitted to allow any movement let alone a chance of escape. Then I knew I was there until Beth returned to free me.



I stopped the useless struggles and gradually started to think more clearly. I knew then that I couldn’t blame Beth for this. It was my own fault and she had only done what I asked her to do.



I tried to move my head to see if I could manoeuvre it into a position where I could see. I thought that maybe I could get the helmet to move slightly allowing just a slit of daylight through. But it was no use. I couldn’t move my head even a millimetre; Beth had seen to that!



Then the magnitude of what I had done hit me. I had placed my complete trust in Beth to come back and release me. It was a huge responsibility to place upon anyone. My mind started to play tricks with me, I knew that I loved Beth and she loved me but I started to doubt that in those early moments of my imprisonment.



“What if she doesn’t love me and she did this but is not coming back to let me go. I thought. For a few moments I almost panicked and started to struggle again.



It was of course futile and I subsided into utter desolation.



But I found that I couldn’t stop the thoughts rushing through my mind.



What if someone else finds me?”. I thought. What will they do? Will they call the police? These and all kinds of other ideas raced through my head.



Then I heard a noise and hoped it was Beth coming back early.



I heard the sound again and realised it was the rain drumming on the platform’s glass roof. The sound got louder as the rain drove down. Even through the rubber I felt a cool wind blow and as it passed me and it made me shiver. I could hear water gurgling and dripping as it ran off the roof and awnings of the old station.



“At least this storm will keep people away. I consoled myself.



I don’t know how long the rain kept on because being tied like this and unable to see I lost all track of time. The rain eased and later started again; this happened several times as I tried to calculate how long I had been there. It felt like hours but I knew from past experience that it would be nowhere near as long as it felt. After a long period I got drowsy and I think I even dropped off a few times.



When I was awake the restriction of movement was becoming uncomfortable even though previous practice sessions had accustomed me to being tied this way for long periods.



How long this went on I just do not know but I thought that it must be getting late by now. Inside that cocoon of latex and leather it felt like it had to be at least midnight. I can’t explain why I felt like this, it was just a combination of me knowing that I had been tied for hours and a kind of sixth sense telling me it was late evening. Of course this is what I wanted to think because meant the time for my release was close.



The wind blew a little stronger along the platform and it started to rain heavily again. I listened fascinated by the many different sounds of water splashing off the deserted building before losing all track of time again. Again I seemed to fall into a dreamless half-asleep state.



Waking with a start I was becoming very concerned because surely it must be eleven o’clock by now?



I heard a slight sound but this time ignored it having been deceived so many times already. Then I heard another sound and strained to listen but I couldn’t make it out. Then I clearly heard what sounded like the click of heels on the platform to my right coming closer. I hadn’t heard a door open and the sounds seemed to be coming from my left which was the wrong direction.



Maybe Beth had forgotten the keys and had to find a gap in the hedge. The footsteps came closer then stopped behind me. I wriggled and tried to speak but only a muffled mmmppphhh came out.