Dude didn’t know how this shit always ended up happening to him.  One minute, you’d be minding your business…  The next you’d wake up in a gimp suit.  Again.  Just another day in Paradise.  The part of town that he wound up in after escaping wherever the hell he had been taken happened to be the part of town where the Mistress resided.  He didn’t know if he’d left any spare clothes at her place, but he did know that he could bum a ride off her so he wouldn’t have to walk all the way back home with people snickering and pointing at his bare ass cheeks.

It was hot.  The layer of leather covering his body was stifling.  Sweat seeped out of every pore and the suit trapped it against his body.  His balls and crack were starting to chafe, too.  Who the hell wore this shit for fun?

The whistles and giggles that surrounded him didn’t stop when he entered Paradise Park.  Mothers covered eyes of children while men in wife-beaters groaned, teased, or jeered from their porches.  The only fortunate thing about this suit was that his face was completely masked, so no one could see the redness of his cheeks.  He almost felt bad knowing her neighbors saw him walk up to her trailer, but honestly?  With her reputation, this might be the exact type of visitor they expected from her.

That beat up old truck of hers was still sitting in the yard, which meant she was still home.  He had no clue what time it was, but he hoped it was early enough that she could swing him back to his place before heading off to work.  He walked up her steps and rapped on her door…  Nothing.  No sound of footsteps inside, no blinds being cracked open, nada.  He gave it a minute before knocking again.  Shit.  She could have still been in bed, but she was a pretty light sleeper and he definitely knocked loud enough to wake her.  Looking around, it appeared that all the neighbors had gone on about their days.  He walked over to her bedroom window to tap on it…

The barrel of a gun poked through the blinds, making him step back.  The window cracked open seconds later to reveal her pointing it at him, wearing nothing but a towel.  She gave him a fierce stare and was fully prepare to blow his head off before he spoke.

“Will you open the door already?”

“Dude?” she exclaimed in disbelief.  A grin cracked as she lowered her gun and looked him up and down.  “Damn… Since when are you into that?”

“Since never,” he replied.  “Let me in.”

She stepped back and the blinds dropped.  He let out a sigh of relief and walked to the back door.  The moment it flung open, he ducked inside.

“Get me out of this shit,” he said.

“How the hell did you get in it?”

“Fuck if I know,” he said.  “I was just doing my own thing and suddenly I’m out cold.  I wake up in a factory where those damn rednecks picked me up again.”

“Again?”

Dude shrugged.  There was nothing he could add to elaborate on the fact that this had happened to him more than he’d like to admit.

“I will say, you do look cute in this,” she said, pinching his naked ass.  She then smoothed her hand across the leather covering his arm.  “And this is a high-quality suit too…  Genuine leather.  To get it for free’s a pretty good deal.”

“I appreciate the professional appraisal.  Fair trade for the low, low cost of my dignity,” muttered Dude.  “Can you help get me out of this now?”

She began to tug at the strings fastened at the back of the suit, starting with the mask.  When it was loosened, she pulled it off his head, leaving his hair a mess and the indention of the zipper on his face.

“I leave any clothes over here?” he asked as she began to work the laces along his spine.  “Feel like going home butt naked might get me more attention.”

“Hmm… You got that one monkey shirt you let me borrow, but I’ll need it back.”

Dude looked over his shoulder back at her, then shook his head.  Of course… That was the shirt of his he’d caught her sleeping in.  Who would have pegged her for such a sap?  “Alright, sure.  I’ll make sure I get it nice and sweaty, just for you…”

“Perfect.  Looks like you’ve got plenty of sweat to spare right now,” she replied as she pushed the suit off his shoulders.  He proceeded to remove it the rest of the way, leaving him completely naked in her living room.  “Hang tight, I’ll go find it.”

“‘Go find it.’  Like you don’t know exactly where it is,” teased Dude.

She walked away, holding up a bird as she disappeared into her room.