I recently tried on several fantastic items from Vilain Garçon and snapped some pictures. Clad in a shiny red rubber suit, I adored the look of the heavy rubber harness, restraints and full head muzzle which locked all on top of my skintight outfit. Filled with horny desire, and still dressed in the outfit, I sat at the keyboard and typed up this horny short story – hope you enjoy it!
As the door slid closed with a soft clunk, the sounds of the outside world were muffled and forgotten. Adrien paused and allowed the serenity of his surroundings to settle around him. After a long and torturous day at the office, the silence of his home was what he needed. His house was always pristine, a reflection of the alpha male’s meticulously high standards of cleanliness and order.
Adrien was a man who commanded attention, not through boisterous words or loud displays, but by the weight of his presence. His tailored navy suit clung to his broad shoulders and tall frame. There were sharp creases in his trousers, which were still intact despite a full day of meetings at the office. His jet-black hair, combed back neatly, barely showed signs of the long hours he’d spent in the high-rise boardroom overlooking the city. His piercing grey eyes, like storm clouds brewing over the horizon, held the same intensity they did at dawn.
As Adrien’s polished Oxfords thundered against the checkered tiles of his hallway, he loosened his tie as he opened the door to a storage closet. Among the array of expensive suit jackets, raincoats, umbrellas and footwear was a very peculiar shape… something in the build of a human but with a disturbing lack of any visible skin or facial features. The being was waiting in quiet attentiveness as Adrien grinned at the kneeling creature with its head slightly bowed to the closet’s floor.
The figure in question was Adrien’s gimp and personal slave. He was an ever-present extension of Adrien’s will, an object whose sole purpose was to ensure that his Sir’s every need and desire were promptly satisfied. Its skin, or what could be called skin, was a peculiar surface — a glossy, red rubber suit that shimmered faintly under the dim lighting in the closet. The bowing gimp clasped its hands behind its back, its posture impeccable, as Adrien approached, grasping the shiny, smooth head of his property. A muffled ‘mffh’ greeted Adrien as he stroked the slave’s head.
“Good evening, gimp. I trust that all your chores have been completed,” Adrien addressed his object.
The gimp nodded. The locks attached to the heavy restraints covering various points of the slave’s body rattled as it bobbed. Adrien’s property didn’t speak a response, nor could he. His entire head was wrapped in the firm embrace of a head harness, keeping the slave appropriately muzzled.
As Adrien released his property’s shiny-coated skull, the slave gradually rose to a standing position, allowing its arms to relax at its side. Without a word, it began deftly unbuttoning Adrien’s suit jacket and slipping it off his shoulders with practised precision. The slave folded it neatly over his arm and waited, knowing the next step without needing a prompt. Adrien’s tie was loosened, and his shoes removed in one smooth motion, leaving him standing comfortably as though he had stepped from one world into another, perfectly tailored to his desires.
After the undressing was complete, Adrien sighed as he rested in a comfortable chair within his lounge. He shut his eyes only for a moment before a rattling of metal locks and the gentle footsteps of his slave’s rubber-coated feet brought him back to reality. Waiting on a polished metal tray was a crystal tumbler, filled two fingers deep with Adrien’s favourite single-malt Scotch. Adrien picked up the glass, swirling the amber liquid before bringing it to his lips. The taste was smoky, rich, and familiar—an anchor to the routine that kept his world spinning in perfect order.
“Footrest” was the simple command that Adrien ordered of his gimp. His voice was deep, resonant, and filled with the kind of controlled power that made slave halt in its tracks. The house slave laid down the serving tray and carefully knelt on the fur rug. Relaxing onto its hands and knees, the slave adjusted its back as its Master’s powerful legs came to rest on top of its lower back. A spike of excitement rushed down the property’s spine, and it could feel an ache within the chastity device that currently locked its submissive cock away from sight and mind.
Adrien gazed down at his marked and owned possession. The outfit, hand-picked by the alpha male before he left for work, demonstrated the level of perfection and strict control Adrien demanded of his property. The material of the slave’s suit gleamed with an almost synthetic sheen. The suit was a shiny crimson red and the restraints, harness and other accessories were all made from solid black rubber providing a strong contrast to the otherwise red gimp. Where muscles might show on a naked human, the rubber coating stretched tautly over the property’s sleek frame leaving the simple shape of something human.
The head harness was forcibly locked in place with several silver locks, which were as aesthetically pleasing as they were functional. Adrien smirked, as he could feel his property wobbling slightly under the pressure of his muscled calves. He knew beneath the layers of rubber and metal the slave was in its element. It existed to serve and be extensively controlled and this is something that Adrien considered his true calling.
Adrien shut his eyes again as he adjusted into a more comfortable position. He imagined the many positions that he would lock his slave in tonight. He always enjoyed putting it in various uncomfortable positions, displaying it like a living artwork in his living room or bounding it in a distressing hogtie. Adrien would relish finally removing the head harness and hearing the sigh of relief from his slave before forcing the sub to undertake its most precious tasks as Adrien’s personal sex servant.
The gimp existed solely to focus on its Master’s overactive sexual desires. Its own cock was locked away, forgotten and ignored, as it had been trained to focus on giving pleasure but never receiving it. Adrien sat comfortably in the stillness of the night, Master of all he surveyed, knowing that tomorrow would bring another day of authority and displaying his power —and that when he returned from work again in the evening, everything would be exactly as he expected.
Thanks for reading! I can highly recommend visiting Vilain Garçon as their webstore is jam-packed with all things rubber and bondage! You can take my word for it 😉
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