Metallic silver

After some deliberation, Alex decided on the metallic silver catsuit, but this time without the cock sheath and instead just a zipper crotch but the usual neck entry. The metallic silver made him feel like he was some sort of statue or living toy, reminding him of marble or carbonite. It was also a personal favorite of some of the more dominant women in the club, and Alex thought that sounded like fun.

Stepping out of the changing room and into the main lobby of the Rubberdoll House, he looked around at the early birds who were already beginning to play. There were vacbeds hung on the wall, several already containing struggling and squirming pieces of art in their rubber sheets. This room alone had vacbeds, St. Andrew’s crosses, spanking benches, and every surface was potted with restraint points for any other kind of creative posing.

The House had far more rooms of course: private dungeons, padded asylum-style rooms to house the “incurably insane”, a small jail with several cells for keeping people under “arrest”, and many more. Alex strongly suspected that the Matron had to be independently wealthy to afford such decadence, because surely the club dues were nowhere near enough to pay for such a large facility.

“Alex, you’re here!” The Matron of the House rushed over to greet him, also having chosen a highly reflective black catsuit today with the requisite hood that revealed only her bright eyes and vivid red lips that stood out against the inky polished mirror of her head. She took his head and planted a deep kiss on Alex’s lips, giving his cock a friendly fondle. She was like this with every member: promiscuous and flirtatious. In truth the club was basically her harem, as she took a deep personal interest in the sexual desires of every member.

“Oh you arrived just in time! I desperately need your help!” There was an all-too familiar twinkle in her eye that boosted Alex’s erection. That look meant someone was about to get a welcome fucking.

“We have too many dommes and not enough subs to go around! I desperately need your help keeping them all satisfied before they go insane!”

It was nonsense of course, the Matron having immediately sensed the mood Alex was in and knowing exactly the right thing to say to wind him up and get him excited.But it was true that there seemed to be more dommes around than subs, at least here in the main lounge. It was enough truth underlying the fiction to make Alex’s heart speed up with anticipation: tonight was going to be fun!

“Of course, your knight in shining latex is here to save the day! What do you need me to do? Or rather, who?”

The Matron cracked up with laughter at Alex’s hammy performance.

“Don’t worry, just go out into the lounge and they’ll descend on you like piranhas!”

And with that, the Matron shoved Alex into the lounge. Looking around, he realized there were indeed a number of dommes looking at him.