Raincoat revenge. (Pvc mac. Enclosure. Slightly suggestive maybe but not explicit)

[Mackymick]

I've kind of pinched this idea from somewhere not sure where, but will remove if it upsets anyone. Just my version of a long standing fantasy!!!


It was just hanging there. Along with several other jackets and coats. It had obviously been forgotten. The church hall was empty bar the caretaker clearing away after the jumble sale, and he, definitely would not be the owner of such a gorgeous, glossy, shiny bright red mac! It was obviously there for my taking. So I did. I sort of folded it, then folded it again into its rather amazingly large voluminous hood! Tucked it inside my jacket and headed home.
It fitted perfectly! The moment I shut the front door, I removed my jacket and slipped it on. The mirror reflected my big stupid grin, I pulled the hood up. It was huge, nearly engulfing me! Lined in the same silky soft vinyl, I cuddled myself. I was so in love with my new mac. I begrudgingly removed it, took it upstairs and threw it onto the bed. I would save the moment for later. I intended to spend the night wrapped in its folds. It would be wonderful. I met up with a couple of mates and had a few beers. Now retired, Sunday night was like any other night. No work tomorrow! Hooooorahh!
I slept like a log. Wrapped in my new macs folds. Zipped up, tightly belted with its wonderful hood caressing my bald head. I was asleep in seconds.
I'd been dreaming, she was tall, dark, beautiful. Now wearing the red raincoat. I couldn't move, she pointed and laughed, pulled up the hood and slowly drifted away. I awoke with a start. It was still dark. Very dark. In fact black. Slowly coming to, the hood was completely covering my head and face. I brought my hands up to remove the hood, but couldnt grip. I realised my hands were now encased in vinyl, like mittens. I didnt understand. My breathing caused the hood to suck in and out slightly, it was like I was sealed in. I had fantasized about a similar scenario before, I love the idea of mackintosh bondage, but.......
My mittened hands groped for the hood, I couldnt find its edge. I tried to find the front chunky zipper. Nothing. I couldn't even feel the zip. Tracking down, no belt. No buckle, yet I could feel my waist was cinched tight. My mind couldnt work it out. Bizarrely, with the slight hindering of breath, I was getting a bit turned on! Air was coming in from somewhere, I wasn't going to suffocate, I don't think! My hands were pretty useless. I was becoming more aware of my warm skin being embraced by the warm soft vinyl which continued to wash over me with evey move. I became aware of my feet and legs. They felt like they were sealed inside a sack. I lay there panting slightly. Trying to sleepily fathom it out. I remember wrapping myself into the wonderful raincoat. Luxuriating in its vinyl folds. Feeling it gently warming to my touch. The dream. What was that about. I tried to sit up. The vinyl rippled seductively around me. I was so confused. Slight panic suddenly set it. I started to hyperventilate, trying with my useless mitts to pull at the hood, where is that damn zip. My struggles were futile, worse still, the unscheduled bondage was becoming more and more of a turn on. The more I stretched, the more I struggled, my heavy breathing now pulled that deliciously glossy macky hood onto my face. I could smell, taste its unique perfume. I squirmed and wriggled, was I trying to escape or actually bathing in this amazing predicament? Whatever, I needed to get some self control, otherwise, one, I WILL lose control and let go, and two, I need to get logical. If I came, getting free, which is generally the case, would become a real issue, also being inside here naked, messy and sticky! Uggggh! I calmed down. Held my breath, laying on my side helped keep the vinyl off my face a bit. How the fuck do I get out of this? Laying there in complete darkness, I concentrated on touch alone. If I stretched out, my bare feet stretched the mac downwards. Initially, rather a nice sensation, but it suggested I would appear to now be totally sealed inside this mac. My knob twitched enthusiastically at the thought, but my common sense was starting to ring alarm bells. How has this happened? Why? By whom. My thoughts were getting panicky again. I started to jiggle and struggle to absolutely no avail. I lay still again, trying to calm down. I was trapped inside my all time favourite senario! I gently moved my hips, my feet, my arms. The vinyl massaged me so tenderly, did I really want it to stop......
I must have drifted off. There she was again. Big smile. 'Do you like your dream? Or is it real? You're a naughty boy. You stole my mack. Now you will be punished. From now on, you will be kept in permanent macintosh bondage. Even when you are awake you will be wearing just my lovely shiny glossy red mac. No one else will see it except you. They will see you dressed normally, but you will only see and feel macintosh. I will decide when to put your hood up or down. Everything you do will be enclosed in your mac. I will be with you constantly. You are now my new plaything. My macintosh man.'
I awoke with a start. I was still wearing the back to normal shiny mac. It was just a very vivid dream. I got up. Heading to the bathroom. Already getting horny with the vinyl caress. God it felt lovely. I glanced at the long mirror. I stopped in my tracks. Me. Me in my pyjamas! I looked down at myself. Shiny red raincoat. My reflection lied. Dark blue pyjamas, but now behind me, her beautiful smiling face, the hood enclosed my head, the zipper pulled it in tight, covering my mouth and nose. My boring old pyjamas still reflected back........

[furryhood]

A jolly nice tale. More please.

[PetreVanClause]

A story dreams are made of. I love bright shiny macks.

[Nylon macs]

Mmm lovely story