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Keywords: rubber, hypnosis, bondage, 2nd person, mind control, brainwash
The man in black walked into the Cellblock and walked past the front and into the back bar. He clearly knew where he was going. To call him “the man in black” is both derivative and reductive, but is all the name you need to know him by.
The man in black stood five foot ten inches tall in his well-shined black laced black leather boots coming half-way up his calves. Continuing up his leg was a well polished black latex catsuit which must have been neck-entry, because there was no visible zipper anywhere on his body. His hands were covered in thick black industrial rubber gloves, with gauntlets that came more than half-way up his forearm.
From his neck up was a form fitting latex hood that looked tucked under the suit, but you couldn’t see the transition in the dark light of the bar. The only hint of skin underneath the hood was visible by the mouth opening. There was no hint of holes for his eyes, but he was able to navigate the patrons and tables through to the back bar.
Stepping up to the bar, the man in black ordered a beer, pulling money out of the rubber bandoleer slung over his shoulder. The heavy rubber hood and padded mitts hanging off the bottom of the bandoleer was the final thing that got your attention. The whole package was why when you saw him walk into the Cellbock, you followed him to the back bar.
