Wetsuits and Hoods

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CuffmeFR visited for some gear and bondage fun. I had wanted to take a boy out in my isolation hood since I added the nose holes and this was a good opportunity. I decided we would go in wetsuits. I wore my zipperless full wetsuit and motorcycle boots. Getting him ready to head out, he was put into his full wetsuit and tall leather boots. Bondage gear was then added by me. Heavy Clejuso #8 Leg Irons, waist chains, fist mitts, and a heavy leather isolation hood were put on him. At this point, he couldn’t see, couldn’t speak clearly, and his hearing was muffled. Once he was geared up, we were ready to head out.

On our way to the bar!
On our way to the bar!
Cuffed, hooded, and mitted.
Cuffed, hooded, and mitted.

Walking to and from the bar, PECS, was a fun experience. He couldn’t see where he was or where he was going. It didn’t help that I didn’t tell him where we were going either. Once we got to the bar, we got our drinks. Watching him drinking something he didn’t see using only a straw was quite fun.  While at the bar, a few people did ask questions about what we were doing or why he was in bondage. I told them we were having a good time and this was a fun thing to do.

Just an average night at the bar.
Just an average night at the bar.
Wetsuit, cuffs, and irons.
Wetsuit, cuffs, and irons.

Before leaving, the boy wanted to try his wrists cuffed in a different position. I changed it to having his arms crossed, making it a very awkward and difficult position for him. After a while, he wanted out of the position, to which I told him no. He chose it, so he will deal with it until we got back home. It was a slow walk with him in irons, but it was still fun. He went out, had fun, and never saw what was going on. Perhaps next time I may keep it that way.

Still cuffed after our trip back, this time with his wrists switched.
Still cuffed after our trip back, this time with his wrists switched.

A Bound Navy Pup

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One of my favorite pups, NY5UB, came by to play. He enjoys military uniforms and is fond of my straitjacket.  He had requested my NWU’s and I was happy to oblige. After he got dressed and was properly in the uniform, it was time for some fun. He was placed into my straitjacket, strapped down to my chair, and muzzled. Leg irons were also added and connected by chain to his muzzle. This ensured that he would not kick out as it would pull his head back. Careful work with my vibrator made this pup struggle greatly in the straitjacket. He thrashed around, but to no avail. All he got was hot, sweaty, and tired – still trapped in the straitjacket. I edged him for a while with my vibrator and hands, keeping him there for a nice long time. After begging me to let him cum, I did relent and allow him to do so under one condition, he would be forced to wear the funnel gag. Before he was allowed to cum, I got to make use of the puppy. With myself now relieved, it was time to relieve the puppy. He was very happy and grateful for being allowed to finally cum.

Pup reporting for duty.
Pup reporting for duty.
Strapped down and awaiting torture
Strapped down and awaiting torture
The other end of that chain is at his leg irons. If he kicks, he won't like it!
The other end of that chain is at his leg irons. If he kicks, he won’t like it!
A cover adds a more "professional" look to a muzzled pups head.
A cover adds a more “professional” look to a muzzled pups head.
Pup wants to cum, but how badly does he want to?
Pup wants to cum, but how badly does he want to?

A Night Out with RubCop

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On Wednesday, May 8th, RubCop, Rubberdawg, and I went out to dinner in Hillcrest. This wasn’t your average dinner night. After all, with three kinky guys into gear and bondage, we just had to have some more fun with it. RubCop had brought his full coverage latex suit with him, so it was decided he would go out in that, with a few additions. The suit, which has a few extra zippers, was locked on using a padlock through the zippers. A steel chastity belt was placed on top of his rubber suit. Heavy leg irons, Clejuso #8 Irons, were used instead of my usual oversized boot cuffs. The shorter chain on these irons made walking a lot more of a chore for him and made plenty of noise. Keeping the theme going, Clejuso Heavyweight handcuffs were also added to the mix. RubCop also supplied a very nice leather locking posture collar to wear for the evening. The suit he wore also had an attached gag, so we made sure it got plenty of use. Rubberdawg wore a latex surfsuit and some latex chaps. I wore my white motorcycle leathers with my red/black boots.

Cuffed to the chair while we wait for our food
Cuffed to the chair while we wait for our food
RubCop bound and in full gear at Urban Mo's.
RubCop bound and in full gear at Urban Mo’s.
Time to eat in cuffs.
Time to eat in cuffs.
Care for a drink?
Care for a drink?

Once we were all geared up, we headed out to Hillcrest to have dinner at Urban Mo’s. Parking in Hillcrest isn’t easy, but we managed to find a spot a few blocks away. This did offer the chance to walk a bound RubCop down the street some more. Walking down 5th Ave and University Ave in our gear with a bound sub did attract a lot of attention. Some just gawked, some cheered, and others took photos. Someone at 5th and University said it was cool we were making others smile. Another guy, stuck in traffic on University, was initially trying to take a more “clandestine” photo of us. I saw him and made everyone stop so he could get a better photograph.  After our little walk, we arrived at Urban Mo’s, where we were seated rather quickly. We ended up taking the seat closest to the door on the restaurant side. As a result, quite a few people saw us. Many wanted to take photos and asked what we were doing.

I kept RubCop in cuffs the entire time, even when he was eating. Eating in cuffs is one thing, but eating in cuffs in a full coverage latex suit with a thick posture collar at a busy restaurant is quite another. It was fun watching him eat, though he was making such a mess. Rubberdawg made it a little easier on him by extending his straw for his drink. At least he didn’t have to go too far to drink now. After our meal, it was getting time to head back. RubCop was getting a bit cold and it was getting a lot busier at the place. I went back to get the car to make it a little easier on him as a long walk in the cold wasn’t going to be a good idea. RubCop wasn’t released from his bondage until we finally got back home.

RubCop and I at Urban Mo's
RubCop and SirSDMichael at Urban Mo’s

We all had a great night and I wish to thank Urban Mo’s for hosting us on our little gear and bondage dinner.