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We used the bathroom of a fetish bar to swap and half an our later we were back on the streets as if nothing happened to the two boys on the end of that cain leash. Instead however, it was me now there, plugged, locked into tiny chastity, fully rubbered head to toe, straight jacketed, gagged and muzzled, unable to even tell anyone about that swap.

That excitement and horniness was present then, but i had not thought it through, the hot rubber, the sweating, breathing through nose only with that massive gag in my mouth, the exhaustion coming with all of that, the pain that tiny cane and the plug up my butt would cause in time...

But when i started trying to make him aware of it, that i wanted it to end, swap back with the other guy running around in my clothes for hours already, only then i noticed.. well realized that tens in the collar, hitting me with jolts so painful that i almost fainted.

I had grunted and moaned into that gag to tell him, obviously not able to speak, but also had refused walking and following the leash pull, but that tens combined with that stern look in his face when barking that 'shut up, slave' made it quickly very clear what choices i had...

It took 4 more severe pain shock sequences before i resigned, there was nothing i could do, i had to wait, endure, obey until HE chose to swap back...

Little did i know then that it would take not just the day, but also the evening and night, that i would still be in all that when he had brunch with his buddies, laughing about that guy who still suffers under all that rubber, but everything having its price made that the only right way.