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With a snap, the bone broke in two.
'You win. Make a wish'. Her eyes bewitchedly twinkled.
I held the larger piece of chicken wish bone and closed my eyes.
Boooooofffffff. I was immersed in a thick cloud of smoke. What on earth........ It slowly cleared.
She was standing there, dressed head to toe in shiny black pvc. The mask hid her features but her eyes and mouth were grinning. My wish had come true, well not quite!
'And thats what you get for making that wish, you naughty boy!'
I was now fully aware of my predicament.
Also covered head to toe in shiny black pvc, I could feel it gently squeezing and caressing my skin as I tried to move. I was now tightly bound to the seat. I could see my hands on my lap, now hidden inside shiny black globes. Thick cuffs locked to the waistbelt of the floor length shiny mackintosh that now shrouded me. Its huge hood blinkered my view, equally blinkered by the mask that held in the gag, fully inflated, silencing me. She stood there smiling sweetly. Stunning. My perverted little wish had suddenly come true!
"........and from now on SLAVE, you will remain my shiny hooded mackintosh, bondage slave, always, only wearing shiny rubber, vinyl and pvc, forever.... and thats a Witches promise...........'

Be careful what you wish for..........

If only! To be made, to be kept, to be forced to wear your rainwear permanently. I wonder what it would be like? Anyone on here ever come close to this?

I love witchy tales. In fact anything imaginative. Great little tale. More please.

Klepperman wrote: November 28th, 2024, 6:44 pm If only! To be made, to be kept, to be forced to wear your rainwear permanently. I wonder what it would be like? Anyone on here ever come close to this?

Only in my dreams!

My wife once told me to 'be careful what you wish for. Fantasy is far better than reality'. She was of course right.
Many of us have, know doubt, played the self bondage games. When playing you are constantly pushing the boundaries. Wanting to be one notch closer to inescapability! Secretly wanting to take that one step too far. To be trapped, or caught. That's often the trigger. I have pushed those boundaries and discovered the true meaning of the word 'helpless!' Seeing the padlock keys a foot in front of your locked up wrists and ankles. Waiststrap locked tight and chained to the floor ring. The shiny vinyl suit caressing your now overly warm body, the matching hooded mack, tightly sealing you in. The joy of hearing the 'click' of the padlock shutting, a massive turn on, then the horror 'clunk', when you drop the keys! Instant panic! Everything pulls taut! Your fingers fumble, stretch. No good. You try again. The slow acceptance that you really are stuck! This is real! The vinyl continues to caress. You wish it wouldn't. The hood now becomes annoying, dropping over your eyes. Hindering your vision. You stretch again. The cuffs are unforgiving. Ankles and knees, pulled tightly together. The thick leather waist belt locked on tight, pulling the shiny black mac tightly around you. The attached wrist cuffs securely locked on, allowing very minimal movement. The short chain attached to the rear loop locked on and locked to the steel ring bolted to the floor. No matter which way you pull, push, twist, the keys remain out of reach. There is nothing nearby you can use to hook them over. You ARE truly stuck! You instantly regret your stupidity. Its getting warmer by the minute. Why did you zip the suit and mack tight to the neck. Why did you lock the zippers to the leather collar. Why did you have to lock the wrist cuffs that one notch tighter. The sound of tyre noise on the drive signifies only one thing, panic sets in, shes going to find me like this.............

This was me three weeks ago. She laughed, pointed and basically left me like it with a passing 'I told you so!'

Three..... yes.... three hours later, she woke me with a shhhhhh and finger over her lips, moving the keys within reach.... strangely, I was almost disappointed it was all over!

Rubadubdub.
What a great story. What a thought locking yourself into waterproofs unable to release yourself. Though I would love to be locked into my waterproofs

At least she was understanding and supporting of your fetish not completely in the dark about what you get up too lol.
Thats was my worry as a kid was being caught, it kind of also made it exciting.

annabell-cagoule wrote: January 13th, 2025, 7:43 am At least she was understanding and supporting of your fetish not completely in the dark about what you get up too lol.
Thats was my worry as a kid was being caught, it kind of also made it exciting.

I think most of us who indulge in self bondage secretly wish to be caught. Thats the big turn on. Having said that, you need to be caught by someone who gets it!!! Not at all good if they don't and throw a wobbler!!!