Pouncing on Chicago (Part 1)

Sorry for the lack of updates lately – things have been more than a little busy!

Rubberwulf and I just got back from an amazing trip to Chicago – honestly one of the best times I’ve ever had. We stayed with Rocket (scubaccs) and his partner (Reddywhp), and they, along with all the other nice guys we met, made us feel so welcome and pleased to be there.

A bike-geared up Rocket met us at the airport after a long and sleepless flight. It had been over 2 years since I’d last seen him at Pervyween, and it had felt like even longer than that! Hugging the leathery pup helped to get rid of any nerves I’d had about the visit – it felt so good to finally be there and seeing him again after talking about it for so long.

After leaving the airport building and walking to his car, Rocket told me to get my hooded S10 out of my case and put it on. Thankfully, I was too tired from the flight and too surprised by the request to resist it, and I sat in the front passenger seat, blacked out lenses on the mask preventing me from seeing what was going on as we drove…somewhere…

I kind of lost sense of time in my blacked out world, but I know there were what felt like a lot of turns before we stopped and I was helped out of the car, and nervously led blind down some steps and into a room. Sitting down but still unable to see, I strained to listen for clues as to where I was – a playroom where Rocket lived? Did the mysterious extra voice I’d heard belong to his partner?

Rocket came back and took the S10 off me before giving me my catsuit to change into. Now I could see, but there wasn’t much to see – I was in the corner of a room, my view to the rest of the space blocked by black sheeting. I had some serious butterflies in my stomach as I got changed, and I couldn’t tell whether it was from nerves or excitement – I hadn’t been expecting gearyness or anything like this on our first day!

Catsuited and gloved, rocket helped put the blacked out S10 onto me, and led the blind gimp around the black sheeting into the main part of the room. I was helped up onto some horizontal bondage furniture, something on chains that swung with me on it…Instantly, I knew where I was – both the playroom and the mysterious voice belonged to a certain Rubberfreak!

I smiled so much under the S10 as they strapped me down – not only was I with some amazing guys in a place I’d dreamt of for so long, but they’d gone to so much effort for their amazing welcome for me and the wulf…

After being strapped down and tormented, I was cathed and left to drain while electro tormented me
After being strapped down and tormented, I was cathed and left to drain while electro tormented me
Being suspended and yet bound was an intense feeling - the slight swinging of the table each time I tried to thrust or squirm helped a lot with the helpless headspace
Being suspended and yet bound was an intense feeling – the slight swinging of the table each time I tried to thrust or squirm helped a lot with the helpless subby headspace – I didn’t want to escape, I just wanted whatever they chose to do to me
After a little while, I was allowed to see not only myself (reflected in the ceiling mirror), but also what had happened to the wulf - suspended and trapped in Rocket's t-age...poor wolf!
After a little while, I was allowed to see not only myself (reflected in the ceiling mirror), but also what had happened to the Rubberwulf – suspended and trapped in Rocket’s t-age…poor wulf!
Not allowed to see for too long though, but that one glympse of how we'd both been surprised had me smiling and moaning even more
Not allowed to see for too long though, but that one glympse of how we’d both been surprised had me smiling and moaning even more
The gimpy wulf watches over the gimpy pup
The gimpy wulf watches over the gimpy pup
If I could dive back into this photo now, I would! It was a very happy place, and one I’ll never forget :)

 

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  1. 11th September 2016

    […] the last time I’d tried (the last time I’d been successfully cathed in bondage was when he and Rubberfreak had “kidnapped” me on our first trip to Chicago, 3 years ago). I was keen to get back into it after so long, and to make me even more tempted, […]

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