It seemed to be working - the people at the party were just treating him like a pet now, because they hadn't seen him any other way.
#Bdsm gimp suits full#
The guy, Dave, was a big fan of rubber and bondage, and had a fantasy about being in full rubber gear in a place where no-one knew him, or had ever seen him out of his rubber gear. A friend was staying with John for a week. John relaxed, and I got to know the real story. The night drew on, and people got used to having a pet around the party. The Gimp looked up at John, and underneath all that rubber I'm sure he was smiling. "Ah, tonight he's just enjoying being a Gimp." "That's just a term of affection - I have to call it something." "There you go, boy, have a good drink." The Gimp put his mouth tube into the bowl, and the water level went down. "No problem," he said, "Gimps have hearing like dogs." He took a whistle from his pocket and blew into it, but I couldn't hear anything. I got the bowl of water, and took it to John, but by then the Gimp had wandered off somewhere. Could you get a bowl of water for him - I mean for it?" "I'm not sure, I don't think Gimps have a gender - you can see it doesn't have any genitals. err, your Gimp? Is it a he-Gimp or a she-Gimp?" I got a drink for John, and said, "Should I get anything for. Some carefully touched his rubber like they'd not seen it before, which perhaps they hadn't. Some people patted the Gimp like he was a dog. We all knew that John was into some strange things, but we'd not seen anything like that before. Most people didn't know what to make of it. He seemed to sniff some of their crotches and some of their arses. The Gimp walked around the group, in and out between people. He's quite friendly, although he's not very used to crowds yet - this is his first time out." He bent over to the Gimp and unclipped the lead from the chain around his neck, saying, "Go on, boy, go meet the nice people." John announced, "Hello, everyone, I'd like you to meet my pet Gimp. John walked towards a group of people, and as he pulled the lead, the rubber creature followed behind him, moving his four limbs more like a dog than a person. Even though I know it must have been a person inside the suit, the lack of any facial expression or even eye movement made it easy to take him for some other sort of creature entirely. As far as I could see, his body was otherwise smooth and featureless. And where is mouth might have been, there was a short thin tube which I guess would enable him to breath and drink. His eyes were one of the few breaks from the smooth rubber surface - they had black plastic or glass panels, which may have let him see out, but prevented anyone from seeing anything of him. His head looked nothing like a human head.
Each limb ended in what I guess you'd call a hoof, with a round base and no fingers or toes I could see. He sat squat on his haunches, with all four limbs on the floor. Every inch of him was shiny smooth black rubber. It would be easy to say that it was just a guy dressed head to foot in a rubber suit. He walked in, pulling a lead, on the end of which was the.
I opened the door, and he said, "Hi Charlie, hope you don't mind me bringing my pet Gimp with me." I heard the doorbell ring, and I knew it was John with his pet.
And it was big - perhaps a Doberman or Alsatian on a lead. It was dark, so I couldn't see clearly, but I saw him getting something out of the back. The party was quite busy when I heard his van arrive. I normally wouldn't like my friends bringing pets to my parties, but he assured me it would be no trouble. He said he was going to bring a pet, but he didn't say what.
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