Karen – Long Weekoops by MonsterP63

Karen – Long Weekoops by MonsterP63

Part One

Archived Version

The sound of the alarm clock woke her up. She blinked a few times, the morning sun seeping between two blades of the vertical blinds from her bedroom window.

She moaned and chewed on the rubber ball she had stuffed deep into her mouth, then rolled on her side and began to fondle with the ropes holding her wrists together. It was not easy, since her elbows were also drawn together.

Of course, the non-stopping alarm didn’t help her concentration, and it was like that every morning.

Moving her fingers, trying to get more blood in them, fighting to find the knot with her leather gloved hands, she was getting frustrated, but that’s what she liked. She had put herself into this predicament, after all.

Finally, the knot was found, first releasing her elbows from the pull-rope that were wrapped around her wrist rope, then the wrist rope itself.

Once her arms were free, she slowly shook them then reached for her collar, found the snap ring linking it to the wall and freed herself, allowing her to sit on the edge of the bed, leaving a drool soaked pillow behind her. Oh, it was no problem, it was covered in latex, as well as the rest of the bed.

Her tight PVC catsuit creaked under the strain, and she reached for her legs to remove more ropes, including one wrapped around her waist with a couple of strands going between her legs, teasing her crotch, another one wrapping her upper thighs, upper knees, lower knees and finally her ankles.

Once all those ropes removed, she slowly brushed her hands against her shiny legs, rubbing them, massaging them so that the blood flow would fully resume, at the same time, admiring her foot encased in ankle high leather ballet boots.

With a push of her hands, she got off the bed and had to catch the doorframe to regain her balance. Standing up after a good night’s sleep on ballet boots, was no small feat.

She headed for the bathroom, where the keys to her wide collar and to her panel gag was located and removed them.

The marks left by the leather harness of the gag were dampened by the spandex hood she was wearing over her head. Then, after doing what she had to do, got to the kitchen for coffee, breakfast and more coffee.

Some time later, she had to get ready to work. A quick shower and she was browsing her large walk-in closet for the right clothes. Her work place had a “office clothing” policy, but not on casual Fridays. And today, was Friday! Isn’t it convenient?

With a smile, she grabbed the bag of the brand new shiny PVC leggings she had received the day before, added a short skirt and a nice shirt.

“That should do it.”

She proceeded to put on the leggings, but right after taking them out of the bag, she frowned, looking at them.

“Geesh, this IS small! I should have listened to the comments… Oh well.” she said, with a devilish smile, putting the too small leggings on, stretching them almost to the breaking point. She loved it. The tighter, the better.

“I just hope they will last the day.” she said, rubbing them, feeling how tight they were.

She completed the outfit with a pair of high heel booties, grabbed her purse and headed for work.

She loved hearing the sound of the PVC leggings creaking, always the thought that, this time, they were ripping. She was covered with her skirt but… she would have no underwear.

She had a few stern looks from the higher management, but she was respecting the rules.

She did the work she had to do, although she was eager to get out. It was Friday, AND a long weekend, and she had already planned everything.

“See you at the club tonight, Karen?” asked Valerie, the receptionist as Karen was leaving.

“You bet! Party night!!” she yelled as a whisper, knot to piss off the management, lifting a leg in a sexy pose, which made Valerie laugh.

But Karen heard, or rather felt some stitching giving up at the hips. Yep. Those leggings were too tight.

By the time she went home at the end of the day, the seam had ripped down to below mid-thigh, showing below her skirt. But she didn’t really care, about the look nor about the leggings: she had plans.

She quickly got everything off and dressed for the evening, or rather, the weekend. She browsed her closet and chose a full body thick neck entry latex catsuit with attached toe socks and gloves.

Then with slow, sultry moves, she proceeded to lube her body, spreading the silicone oil, letting it warm up, anticipating the feeling of the latex to easily glide over.

She rolled the latex catsuit down at her feet and proceeded to put her right one in first, feeding it inside the toe sock, popping each individual toe in its little latex confinement, wiggling them, giggling at the feeling of rubber brushing against rubber, then the the same with her left foot, cramping them, almost feeling bound, through the narrow neck opening.

Then, slowly, she pulled the suit up, wrapping her legs, smoothing the rubber as she went, reaching her knees, her things, her hips, stopping at her waist, and again, pulling gently on the latex covering her legs, stretching it to perfection, removing all the wrinkles, pulling it in place at the crotch, before pulling it gently yet firmly, higher, over her naturally thin torso, up to just below her breasts, where a little contortion was in order.

It always surprised her at how much that neck could stretch, although it was the thickest suit she could put on and take off alone, so much that she needed a special procedure in the shower to take it off. She squeezed her right arm inside the suit and searched a little to find the sleeve, and pushed her arm through it, pushing a pocket of air along the way, which actually helped her as it opened the latex sleeve in front of her finger.

She wiggle them inside the attached glove, pulling the latex back with her left hand, removing any slack, any air bubble from it. Then it was the turn of her left arm, but now, the whole neck was free to go up, sliding over her firm breasts, popping in place, pushing any air that was still trapped in it through the neck opening, now squeezing her neck, making a funny sound, as she stretched her arms and rubbed her body to remove any left-over wrinkle, sliding her hands along her body, wrapping her breasts with her fingers, sliding down over her waist, going to her hips, to her buns, bending to slide down her outside thighs, reaching the knees, her hands sliding to the inside of her legs, going back up, brushing against the inside of her thighs, reaching the crotch, where they danced a little as she softly bit her lower lip, a devilish smile forming.

Her hands, with her fingers dancing, spent a little time there, grabbing the zipper handle, then letting it go.

“Just not now, Karen.” she said, in a low sultry voice, almost forcing her hand to retract, sliding then over her stomach, the sides of her rib cage then back again to her breasts where she gently squeezed them, latex fingers gliding over the latex covered breasts, sending little shockwaves of pleasure.

Her breath was shaking, she was feeling hot, on her body and in her brain.

She looked at herself in the mirror, which did nothing to calm her down, seeing this curvy body, covered in pitch black rubber, shining like … polished latex (yeah, I’m out of ideas here, folks.).

She turned to the side, then to her back, twisting her head backward, trying to have a glimpse of the rear view, enjoying the little crease her firm butt was making, the squishing sound the latex was making.

She grabbed a long latex corset, which she wrapped around her naturally thin waist and began to pull the lacing, admiring in the long mirror how her waist was getting squished.

She closed her eyes. She liked it. The latex, and now the constriction of the corset. She would wear one more often, but… you know. Society.

With each pull of the laces, she felt her organs being moved out of the way, her breath shortening, her spine becoming rigid. That felt so good.

She knotted the lacing and sort of stored them into a little latex pocket built-in to the corset. That way, nobody could, accidentally, undo the tight lacing.

But she had to hide most of it. Yeah, the, ahem, society was not ready for it. Not at the club she was going anyway.

The legs would pass as shiny leggings without any problem. She put on a long sleeved satin shirt, which she topped with a large satin scarf. Overkilled, but everything is for show when going to a club.

Leather gloves to hide her… latex gloves, a very short leather skirt and ankle high heel boots to hide her rubber toes.

And off she was.

The club was packed when she got in, making her way through the crowd, secretly enjoying being squished between people. They only felt her satin skirt. She felt much more.

She spotted her group of friends, crammed at 8 around a round table for two, grabbed a drink by the bar on her way there and immediately, the party began.

Dancing, drinking, trying to have a conversation but being impossible due to the loud music. There was someone new with them, someone she never met before.

“That’s Derek,” yelled Lynda to cover the noise “It’s a cousin of mine.”

“Nice to meet you!” yelled back Karen. “You dance?”

He smiled and led her to the dance floor where they showed each other their best moves. At one point, doing a sexy move, he crouched down, put his hands around her legs and slowly got back up, twisting his shoulders, rocking his hips in a perfect dance move. His eyes changed.

When he was back up, he approached her ear.

“Is that latex?” he asked.

She smiled and winked. He smiled back with a sultry grin.

They continued to dance, taking a break to have a drink, going back to the dancefloor, until a slow song was put on. He wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure. She looked at Lynda who raised her glass, mouthing “have fun”.

The next thing he knew, Karen was pressing against him, wrapping her arms around his muscular neck, breathing hard in his ears.

He could smell her perfume, but there was a strange smell to it.

As they slowly moved their bodies against one another, he wrapped his hands around her lower back, feeling it, raising her shirt, putting his hands under it.

She did not really realize what he was doing. She was falling in love. He was so handsome, so good a dancer.

His hands slid on the latex corset. She could feel the warmth of his palm on her lower back, going up, then going down, passing her skirt waistband, to her upper buns.

He didn’t say a word, but Karen could hear and feel a change in his breathing. Oh yes. He knew what latex was. And he liked it.

“Completely covered.” she whispered in his ears.

She heard him giggled. A happy giggle. Almost sounding like finally, I found one.

It was 3 in the morning when the door of her apartment opened with a bang while she was shushing, and slapping it with her leather gloved hand, sort of telling the door to be quiet. She repressed a laugh as Derek walked behind her and closed the door while petting it.

“She doesn’t mean it.” he said, giggling. “You’re a good door.”

He heard the sound of buttons being ripped off and when he turned around, Karen had forced open her satin shirt, popping most of the buttons off and was letting it slide off, then pulled down her leather skirt, revealing her black shiny latex covered body.

“A full body condom. You ARE protected.” he said, approaching her, putting his hands on her breasts. He wanted to do it gently, but there was just too much booze in his system, so he ended up pretty much grabbing them hard, squishing them.

Karen pulled her head backward.

“Oh fuck!” she said.

“If that’s what you want…” he answered back, grabbing her by her corseted waist and easily lifting her off the ground, heading for the first door on his right and opening it.

“That’s a closet.” she said giggling, pointing the way to the right door.

He didn’t make it, stumbling on his alcohol filled legs, they both ended up on the floor, laughing. He was ready to do it there, now. He searched for an opening and found the crotch zipper.

“Not that fast, buddy.” said Karen, putting her hand down, keeping the zipper up. “You have to wear protection first.” she said, crawling on all four to her bedroom, Derek watching her tight butt wiggling along, his manhood becoming larger than he had ever felt.

When she reached her dresser, she kneeled to open a drawer and fondled it for a few moments before retrieving a plastic bag.

“Here! Put these on. Don’t worry, they’re brand new. I never got… this far before. Not in latex anyway.” she said giggling.

He had to tear open the bag. They were really brand new: latex undies with a penis pouch.

He smiled. While he took his clothes off, she reached inside the same drawer and retrieved a latex hood she quickly put over her head, leaving eyes and mouth holes.

“Never worn anything like that before either… oh. That’s nice.” he said, noticing the hood.

She pointed at a bottle of lube and helped him put it in, giving it a few mouth strokes along the way (she was still kneeling, remember?). Once down, she crawled to the bed where she stretched herself out, reaching the leather cuffs hung on the corner of the bed. She grabbed them.

“Really? Latex AND bondage?” he asked.

“Too much?” she asked, suddenly afraid she had gone too far.

“Not at all.” he said, sitting on her stomach, and tightly wrapping the leather cuffs around her wrists, going one notch tighter than she was usually able to achieve.

“Wow. That’s tight.!” she said.

“Too tight? I may have been too…”

“No. The tighter, the better.” she whispered with a sultry voice.

He repeated the tightening on her other wrists then slowly slid down, rubbing her now latex covered head, going down her neck, then sliding his hips down, his rubber covered cock rubbing on her rubber covered body, gliding, while he licked her latex breasts, trying to take a bite out of them, squishing them with one hand while the other one slid down to her crotch, trying to find the zipper, but she prevented it by wrapping her latex legs over his back and squishing hard, using her cuffed wrists as an anchor point to hold him down. He couldn’t pull himself out of her grip.

“I won’t be able to do much, held like that.” he said, giggling, yet puzzled.

“Well, my arms are out of the way to prevent you, but not my legs.

“Yeah…” he said, trying to find a way out, but she was holding strong.

With a devilish smile, he reached under her arms and tried to tickle her.

She let out a high pitch yelp and her legs relaxed instantly, where he quickly got out of their lock.

“Hum… okay… you want this too?” he said, seeing the leather cuffs laying at the end of chains on the corner of the foot of the bed.

She didn’t say a word. She spread her legs.

He obliged, but quickly realized that the chains were long and that it would allow her… too much freedom. He removed the quick link and pulled her legs until they were as taut as possible. Karen was moaning, evidently enjoying being restrained that much.

He then gently climbed back on her, rubbing her thighs with his hands in the process, going slowly higher, tickling her inner thighs, stopping at her crotch to play a little, slowly opening the zipper, then going upward, feeling her constricted waist, feeling her breasts while his manhood was finding its way inside her.

She yelped.

“I hope the walls are soundproof.” he whispered.

“Not really. You might need to…” she trailed off, looking at her bed table.

He looked and saw it.

“Really”?

“OH GODDDD” she yelled, which was immediately followed by someone banging on the other side of the wall. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!”.

“Oh well.” he said, reaching for it while trying to stay hooked up. He fondled a little with the harness under her amused look.

“Nah, not used to that.” he said. “I mean, I know what it is, but I…”

“I think you need one as much as I dwooommfff.” she was saying when he stuffed the large red rubber ball into her mouth, fastening the straps of the harness around her latex covered head, before going back to the sex business.

He laid back on her, his missile easily finding the target, squishing her breasts as he slowly rocked his hips.

It was his first time wearing latex penis briefs. The feeling was totally different from a condom but… damn. That was good.

His hands let go of the breasts and were replaced by his mouth, pinching the nipples through the latex, then going to her mouth, trying to kiss her, only to be blocked by the same ball.

“I guess licking each other’s tonsils is out of the question.” he said.

She giggled. The sudden moves of her pelvis mixed with her throbbing member firmly encased into the tight latex sheath only increased the feeling.

They went on, as one, their hips rocking in perfect harmony, each one climbing the same steps of the same stairway (to heaven?). The energy was building, the pads were charging.

Kissing her rubber balled mouth, while squishing her breasts, she contracted her pelvis muscles, squishing his member. Damn, that was good. It was as if the energy was going in a circle, passing through his cock, her crotch, running through her body to come out at her mouth, where his mouth picked up, to go down through his body and around again.

One more stroke, one more hit of the hips. One last blow. He hit hard against her pelvis, which squished his (rubber) balls at the same time. That last deep kiss blocking Karen’s breathing.

She exploded. He exploded. Their body ran by strong convulsion as their brain short-circuited in the most powerful firework any of them had ever experienced. They continued to rock the boat, the fireworks slowly subsiding, feeling the last of the electro-chocks. He opened his eyes just in time to see Karen’s roll backward.

She lost it.

He gently got out of her, rolled on his side and quickly lost it too, their brains still dreaming, stll running high on the sexual hormones.

© monsterp63

Feb 7, 2021

Part Two

Archived Version

The smell was strange. She was smelling latex, but… there was something else. Something salty. Something smokey.

She worked her jaw, still locked wide opened by the ball gag. Her opened eyes revealed nothing: she was in the dark, under a blindfold.

She tried to move, but couldn’t do much. She could feel her limbs stretched to all four corners of the bed. She could feel everything: her tight latex catsuit, the corset, the chastity belt and her toys. Wait! What??

She rocked her hips. Yes, She had toys and she could feel the hard cold steel on her crotch. It aroused her. She was still aroused and she was very sensitive, she liked it, pulling harder on her restraints, hearing the leather creak, her breath becoming shaky, however…

However…

However… What the hell happened? How come she’s all tied up? Stuffed? Chastised? She didn’t remember anything. Was she dreaming? Has she been drugged? Did she self-bound herself and not remember it? And that smell?

She felt a presence besides her. Who the hell was that?

Something heavy pressed on the mattress close to her. A hand gently caressed her waist, going to her breasts, gently squishing them. She couldn’t recall who it was but she couldn’t deny that it was pleasurable. The hand reached her head and removed the blindfold.

“Close your eyes, Karen. The sun is already high and it might hurt even though I closed the curtains.” said a voice she recognized. And suddenly, the flash, the light in her brain. The memories.

That was Derek, the evening, the encounter, the games, the orgasms, yes!! . Oh boy! That had been so… just wow. Wow enough that her brain blacked out.

She blinked. It was a little painful.

He was looking at her, smiling, chest naked. She smiled back which looked more like a grin under her heavily stretched out mouth and the ball gag.

“I made some breakfast with what I found, you know, (Canadian) bacon, roasted potatoes, scrambled eggs. It’s all ready. Ready to get up?”

She nodded yes, while pulling on her restraints, feeling them pull on her limbs. She wanted to stretch out, to fold her legs, but couldn’t and that was exactly why it was awesome!

He gently reached out and removed the links from the bed to the cuffs, but didn’t remove the cuffs, and helped her sit on the edge of the bed. She softly moaned. The toys were getting pushed in. She put a hand on her chastity belt. Yep, it was locked.

He looked like he was unsure of something. She looked at him, her eyes, she hoped, conveyed her feelings because that was about all she could do.

“I… you know, I’m all new to this…” he began to say, lowering his eyes.

Karen Feared that he was about to tell her that it was not for him, but then again, who put the belt on?.

“Well… I… Do… I don’t know what to do. I found that belt on the floor on the other side of the bed this morning when I went to close the curtains along with the toys. You were sound asleep. You moaned but never woken up, so I tried to put it on and, well… Do you want to stay like that? Restrained? Free? How…”

Her shoulders relaxed. “That’s the big concern?” she thought, almost giggling.

She gently put her wrists together in front of her and clamped her legs together, nodding yes. He smiled back and linked a short chain to her wrists and then kneeled to add a short chain to her ankles. He got up and that’s when she realized that he was still wearing the latex panties with the penis sheath very well filled. He was liking it, obviously.

He began to walk away, turning back to Karen who sat still.

“Coming?” he asked.

She didn’t move.

“Something wrong?”

She nodded no then yes, then reached for the ring in the front of her collar and pulled on it before putting her hands back on her latex covered thighs. She couldn’t repress rubbing them. That felt so good.

“You want the collar off?” he asked.

She nodded no, realizing that he was really new to all this, and a hard fact, didn’t know where everything was. She made a “wait a minute” gesture with her finger, and got up, struggling to find her balance, suddenly finding herself on her high heel boots with her ankles limited to a 15cm stroll. She walked or rather hobbled to her dresser and opened a drawer, retrieving a leash, snapping it to her collar and offering the other end to Derek.

“Uh… Oh! I see.” he said, smiling, grabbing the leash and giving a hard pull, making Karen lose her balance and stumbled forward.

“Oops, sorry.” he said, but Karen nodded no. He was to command, she was to follow. She was having a ball.

He led her to the dining table and positioned her close to a chair. She loved the way she was pulled, the toys and the chastity belt had a different meaning now. They hadn’t been put on by herself but by someone else, by her Master. Really?

“There, just take a seat, I’ll get everyth…” he began to say and she pushed him away, nodding a no, then gesturing for him to sit down and for her to serve him.

“Oh, right. You’re the slave. I get it.” he said.

He sat and in reality, enjoyed the view of her struggling to get the plates and everything needed from the cabinet, then served the meal, bringing coffee. She positioned herself slightly behind him and waited. After all, she was still gagged.

“Oh… silly me.” he said, going to Karen to remove the head harness but backed off, shaking her head in a “no” manner. Thinking she was playing he giggled.

“Well, I guess a punishment will be in order after the meal,” he said, struggling to remove the straps, but finally managed to do it.

She giggled.

“No, I wasn’t playing, I was trying to tell you not to remove it.” said Karen.

“What? Why?”

“I’m a slave. I’m not to eat at the same time as you. You eat first, I’m there to cater to your every need, and then you allow me to eat, if you feel I deserve it.” she explained.

“But… your meal will be cold.”

“Yes, it will. That’s the life of a slave.”

“I have a lot to learn.” he said.

“Yeah, but you’re off to a great start.” she said. Derek sat down and noticed her behavior.

“You… you can eat… I can tell you that, right?”

“Yes, Master. You can. Thank you, Master.” she said, making herself a plate of food, setting it on the table, and muffling a little yelp as the chastity belt clanked against the chair, then picking her utensils from her bound hands and eating, smiling. That was good! The meal and the situation.

After the meal, he put the harness ball gag back on and ordered her to clean everything while he sat at the table, enjoying the view, enjoying her struggles.

“You know, something I noticed, is that your suit is now dull. I kind of remember it was quite shiny, yesterday.

Karen raised her shoulders in a “yeah, nothing much to do” but couldn’t fully answer unless he could understand gag talk, then again, she didn’t have the permission to verbally answer.

“Wait a minute…” he said, as he removed the gag. “It might be… ahem… against the rules, but I think we need to communicate a little better than that.” he said.

Karen kept her mouth clamped and he understood.

“You… you have the permission to speak freely… That’s, good,right?”

“Yes, it is, Master. For the shine, latex is naturally rather dull. You have to apply a shining product to it, which is some kind of oil, so as the latex is rubbed against things, like bedsheets, the shining layer gets rubbed off and you have to apply more shine.”

“I see, and… you got any more of that shine, because, well, you look a lot more awesome all shiny.” he said with a grin.

“Yes, in the bedroom, on the dresser. There’s a bottle there.” she said.

He quickly went to look for it and came back a short moment later.

“Geesh, almost empty. Got any more?”

“I should, I received a new package yesterday morning. It should still be by the door.” she answered.

He grabbed it, opened the box and startled.

“That’s not the same thing. It says lubricant and shine, while your old one shines only.”

“Yeah, that’s something new, a two in one, you know, shampoo and conditioner, well it’s a lube and a shining product in the same bottle.”

“Oh, okay.” he said, grabbing a towel then spraying some on Karen’s back as she was completing the dishwashing.

“Oh wow. That’s really beautiful.” he said as he rubbed her shoulders, her arms, then got down her back, her corset, her tightly encased buns, down her legs, doing them fully all-around, going back up slowly.

Karen’s breath was shaky again. Feeling someone else rub her legs like that was awesome. He reached her buttocks again, than, not resisting, gave them a hard slap before having Karen turn around and continued to apply the shine to the front of her body, going over her crotch, under the chastity belt with the wipe, then over her corset, circling her breasts, squishing them at the same time, then shining her head.

He stood back admiring his work, looking at a tall and slim shiny black latex creature.

“You look wonderful”. He said, unscrewing the spray gun from the Lube&Shine bottle.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Well, it wouldn hurt if we add more shine, doesn’t it?” he said, picking the old shine bottle and removing its spray nozzle and gesturing to pour what was left into the new bottle.

“Well, at the price they sell those things, you’re right. Shouldn’t waste it. Good idea.”

As he was pouring one bottle into the other one, then shaking it to mix it, she remarked.

“You know, you should wear something too, Master.” she said.

“Got… anything?” he asked.

“I think i have a catsuit that could fit you, something an ex boyfriend forgot.” she said, hobbling her way to the bedroom, to the closet, getting a red latex catsuit and giving it to Derek.

He took it and turned it on all sides.

“Where’s the zipper?” he asked.

“No need. Here, get your leg up… no! Keep the shorts on! You’ll love the double latex!” she said as she helped him get into the tight latex neck entry catsuit, helped with the Lube&Shine product. “This thing works great.” she said.

Her feet easily popped out of the sleeves as the suit was pulled upward, then ler left arm, pushing through the tight sleeve, until his hand popped out, one pale skin against the red rubber. There was still one more arm to go through. He feared the sui was to rip in half.

“Yes, I can feel the latex easily sliding on,” he said, struggling to put his hand inside, “but I don’t think… ah, yes… it fits.” he said as his last arm was pulled inside the sleeve and the suit slid into place, molding him like a second skin.

“Wow, that feeling is… something.” he said, rubbing his new red latex skin, admining his look in the mirror, a huge bulge at his crotch. “Well, I can’t hide what I’m feeling with this.” he said, trying to put his manhood into a better, more comfortable position, feeling the two layers of latex over it. He bit his lips.

“Glad you liked it. How about shining it.” she said, proceeding with the Lube&Shine. “Darn, even shinier since you add what, 5ml of the old shine in it? I should keep the recipe!” she said as she bugged her boyfriend, yes by then, to her, it has become her boyfriend, the love of her life. She hoped.

She finished the shining buffing at his ground, squishing his tightly held balls, pulling down the zipper and allowing it to spring out, one black erected member against an all red catsuit.

“Does my Master want this humble slave to take care of that.” she said, taking place on the bed and spreading her arms and legs to be fixed again.

“That’s an idea but… I can’t. I mean, the front door is locked.” he said, pointing to her chastity belt.

She giggled. He struggled to find where he left off the key, then to unlock the belt, removing the dildo. Nothing erotic or sensual. He was nervous.

“Do you want to keep the butt plug?” he asked her.

“You’re the Master. I will do with what I have.” she said.

“Uh… okay.” He was about to take place over her but then he remembered and got off in a snap, puzzling Karen, to come back with the head harness ball gag.

“I do remember you are quite… noisy.” he said.

She grinned but opened her mouth, welcoming the large rubber ball. It was her world. She liked it that way.

He laid by her side, slowly caressing her latex enclosed thighs, rubbing her hand over her rubber corset, to her breasts, slowly crawling over her.

Easier said than done. Their lubed latex catsuits had no grip. So, he gently slid over her. The first tries were not very gracious but he managed, he adapted, he learned.

He took place over her, pressing his own latex catsuit over hers, feeling their body heat through the rubber layers. It was odd. He could feel her, yet, he could not feel her. Sweat began to form in his back, lubricating the inside of the suit. He liked the feeling.

His latex manhood quickly found the hole it was seeking. Damn! He was so hot, so horny. He never felt anything like that.

They mated. It was a totally different experience, their bodies sliding against each other, making things easier as well as harder. Well, she didn’t have much to do, she was held still by her restraints, but HE had to keep the right position, to provide the strokes.

The smell of the latex, the sliding effect, the sound, all triggered his senses. Yes, he liked that. He was really a latex and gondage fetishist and a… Master? With his own slave?.

His mind wandered as his orgasm built.

Karen was already elsewhere, in a world of latex slaves, kept in constant bondage, sealed in rubber, her only goal being to serve her Master.

She exploded. Again, it was like the first time! Powerful. Her scream went through her gag and resonated through the whole building. Unexpected. Her limbs tensed against her restraints as Derek exploded inside her at the same time, in perfect synchronism, in perfect harmony. She had found her master. She hoped he had found his slave.

© Monsterp63

February 20, 2021.

Part Three

Archived Version

They lay there, side by side, panting, their latex covered chests rising and falling with each breath.

“Never felt an orgasm like that before… You think… nah, silly. That can’t be just wearing some rubber thing.” he said.

“Grbbmmf…” was the answer he heard.

After a short moment wondering what the hell was that about, he snapped back to reality.

“Oh…” he said, turning to his side, unbuckling the ball gag. She giggled.

“Well, I can’t say if it is the latex, the ball gag, the bondage, or you but, yes, it was like never before.” she said with a warm smile,partly hidden under her latex hood.

He gently untied her from the bed. As she sat on the edge, he made a grin.

“Well, that shine is really shiny but seems to buff-out like the other one. Both our suits are now back to their rather dull finish. I guess we have to shine each other again.” he said, turning to grab the Lube&Shine bottle.

“That’s the drawback. I should get latex bed sheets.”

“Ooo. Cool! I just can’t imagine how slippery that would all be together.” he said, looking in the void.

“Yeah.” she said, giggling. “Oh, wait. I do have something.” she said, getting up and walking to the dresser, opening a drawer and picking up a zip-lock bag.

“I got it some time ago, but couldn’t put it on by myself.” she said, pulling out what looked at first like a lump of slightly amber latex.

As she unfolded it, it revealed itself to be a very thin shiny catsuit.

“That’s what they call a shine layer. It’s very shiny and you put it over the regular catsuit. According to the ad, no more buffing. It makes the shine from between the suits to show all the time, creating the illusion that it’s freshly buffed.”

“You’re saying that like you never tried it before.” he said.

“Because I was never able to put it on by myself.” she said, pulling on the neck opening, revealing that it was difficult to stretch. “It stretches a lot, but it’s expanding slowly, and since I have to be all shined up prior to putting it on, it keeps slipping off my gloved and lubed fingers and I can’t pull it on.” she said, already taking her boots off, ready to put on the suit. “But since you are here…” she said, smiling.

He took the suit and tried to stretch the neck opening.

“Feels like I’m trying to stretch taffy.” he said, “so much that I’m afraid to rip it. It’s very thin, almost as thin as food wrap.”

“Yeah, that’s about right, but it’s very resistant. Go head, put your fingers in it and try to rip it.”

“What? No… I believe you.” he said, nonetheless, stretching it hard for something so thin and not breaking it.

She finished spraying the Lube&Shine on her legs and he proceeded to pull the suit on, feeding her legs in it. The suit was tight and it had to be pulled slowly, giving it time to stretch, slowly covering her legs, her knees, up to her waist, where he took the Luybe&Shine bottle and generously applied some on her back and front before pulling the suit up again.

“It’s quite tight to pull. How does it feel?”

“Awesome! Yes, it’s tight and I like it that way.” she said, flexing her leg. “Seems to add a little stiffness to the suit, but that’s just for the better, I mean, I love being restrained.” she said with a smile.

Her mind was already wandering into her fantasy world as he pulled the suit upward, helping her put her arms inside the narrow neck opening before pulling it up, sucking all the air out as it wrapped tightly around her neck.

She closed her eyes, feeling the second layer tighten around her body, squeezing it everywhere. Damn, she could almost feel it tighten her corset!

He stepped back, looking at her, mouth agape. She was as shiny as wet paint, every light of the room reflecting on it like a mirror. He could even see his swirly reflection on it. Karen was stretching her arms, putting the fingers of the attached gloves correctly, while looking at herself, her mind slurping the feeling, the sight. As she moved her limbs, she could feel the added rigidity. She simply loved it. Damn! If she could be wearing that all the time it would be a dream come true!

“You… lo… look awesome, Karen.” managed to say Derek, half stunned by the sight. “Do… do you want me to shine your head?”

“Err… yeah…” managed to mumble Karen, her mind fuzzy. “Wait! No.”

“No?”

“No… I mean… I have the assorted hood.” she said, smiling at Derek’s puzzled expression.

“Ah…?…” he said, waiting for the answer.

She made a few steps, on her tiptoes, to the dresser and opened another drawer where she picked up a larger bag to get out the hood which included a large black flap at the mouth. She turned it inside out to show a huge rubber gag.

“You… you can put this thing on?” he asked, stunned by the size of the rubber gag, made like two large lumps.

“Yes.” she said, laughing, squeezing the gag, showing it was some foam rubber. “It’s squishable, but once inside, it fills my mouth completely! Do you mind?” she asked, handing him the garment.

With all his strength, he stretched the zipperless hood over Karen’s head, aligning the eyeholes and helping feeding the large gag into her mouth. She worked it in place with her tongue. It was so large he could see her cheeks bulging.

She closed her eyes and felt the tight hood, the huge gag with her gloved hands as he placed the long yoke of the hood under the shiny suit layer, removing all the wrinkles.

“That’s stunning!” he said, looking at her.

“Mffff.” was all that she could answer. Her mouth was so filled, her tongue pinned down, her cheeks stretched out, she couldn’t form any other song. Even gag-talk was out if the question. Her only means of communication was by grunting!

Silently, she walked to her walk-in closet. Derek was staring at her, at the light reflecting on her shiny body, as if she was one gluey, shiny, latex creature. He could feel a hard-on fill the latex pouch of his briefs and couldn’t refrain from trying to put it into a better position, just as Karen turned around, holding two long leather tubes.

He could only see her eyes to convey expressions, and he was sure she was smiling at him. She softly approached, moving her body in a very sexy, sultry manner, the lights reflecting on it was simply out of this world. She got closer, took both leather tubes in one hand then reached down with her free hand to touch his manhood, gently rubbing it while winking at him, then taking a tube in each hand and showing them to him.

“Mffffgg..”

“Oh… ballet boots.” he said, snapping out of it.

She sat on the edge of the bed and he kneeled, slowly feeding the knee-high tube up her leg, but it was sticky and difficult to pull.

“I’ll get the lube.” he said, getting up, trying to hide the fact that he was replacing his manhood at the same time. When he returned, she was giggling and pointed to her eyes then at his manhood and mimicking him placing it, indicating that she had seen it, then made a heart shape with her fingers. He smiled.

He sprayed some lube on her leg and the boot went up smoothly. He laced them tightly. He could hear her breath shaking. He quickly stretched out and picked the leather cuff, tightly wrapped it around her ankle and locked it in place. She would not be getting those boots off.

He repeated the process for the other foot, locking the boot in place, and quickly snapping a short chain between the two.

As soon as it was done, she rubbed her gloved hand in his hair, messing them up, laughing. When he looked at her in a WTF expression she simply showed him that her hands were free, her shoulders shaking as she was giggling.

With a sigh, he grabbed more leather cuffs, swiftly rolled her on her stomach on the bed and locked her wrists in her back, and added two more cuffs over her elbows and linked them together. He completed the outfit with a large leather collar, stiffening her neck.

He snapped a leash and pulled for her to get up the bed, then it dawned on him. He quickly fetched the chastity belt and showed it to her, a smirk on his face. Obviously, she didn’t think about it. He quickly fastened the belt in place, locking her in.

Her mind was racing. She had never been in such a restrictive situation, completely bound, stiff, gagged, barely able to speak, barely able to hear, breath short, locked on ballet boots, arms in her back, at the mercy of someone else… a stranger she knew for only a few hours.

What the hell was she thinking?

The thought of her situation being totally out of her control made her hotter than she ever felt.

He noticed a ring on the ceiling and brought her just under it, then using some rope he found on the dresser, he tied her wrists to one end of the rope, fed it through the ring on the ceiling and brought it back down to the back of her chastity belt, then pulled on it, forcing her into a strappado position.

She had not expected that. He tied her up then walked in front of her.

“You don’t mess with my hair.” he said, leaving her and walking away.

“Mfff???”

He didn’t turn back. She was stuck, balancing on her pointed boots, restrained movements because of the short hobble chain, bent forward which, with her tight corset, didn’t help her breathing, and her arms stretched backward and upward. Her mouth was filled to the breaking point forcing the drool she was producing down the tiny hole in the center of the panel gag. After a short while, she could feel the drool dripping off her chin. She imagined what she looked like.

That was not comfortable. She liked it. She was not in control, and she liked it. She had no way out, not even a timer, and she liked it. She didn’t know when she would be released. She liked it.

She was hot, she tried to squeeze her butt but she was out of toys. Damn frustrating.

She saw him come back. Her arms were aching. She was hoping for release but the only thing she got was a blindfold, closing her universe, limiting it to her heavy breathing and her heart pounding. Oh yeah, the pain of her straining legs and arms, and hips and… a good squeeze of her breasts, followed by a hard slap on her butt which resonated throughout her whole body. Damn, that was good! If only she had toys!! But she was in total denial. She loved it.

She lifted one leg, trying to flex it a few times, to release some pain. It helped, but it increased the discomfort on her other leg. She tried to raise her upper body but in only increased the discomfort on her shoulders.

Damn! She always thought that position was awesome, looking at bondage models sustained that for some time, but her ideas had changed. Oh, the position was still awesome to look at. Just not to be in it.

She felt warm hands caressing her body, her arms, going down to her breasts while another hand was rubbing her latex enclosed head, going down to her face, blocking her breathing holes.

She panicked and struggled to get some air back.

He allowed it. Damn! That was good!.

His hands ran along her body, going down to her hips, her thighs, even squeezing his fingers under the chastity belt, then going back up, rubbing her hips, her waist, squishing her breasts, toing to her stiff neck, to her shoulders, then they moved to the back, reaching her butt, slapping it a few times, but it was no hand. No, it was something hard. A paddle. Derek had obviously found her stash of toys and torture items and he was using them.

Slap!

Slap!!

SLAPPP!!!”

She moaned. That one hurt, and at the same time was satisfying. It was followed by another soft one, and another hard one. He alternated between his hand and a paddle, hitting softly or hard. She never knew what to expect.

It was followed by a soft rubbing. She thanked the latex which prevented from feeling the hard wood most of the time, making it a lot more bearable.

He reached for her wrists and suddenly, the pressure on her shoulders was gone. He gently helped her raise her torso up.

Damn! Her hips were hurting, and she was balancing from one foot to the other to keep from falling. Her legs were shaking. She needed to sit down. He gently led her away, not untying her arms from her back, not removing the blindfold, not taking the hobble chain off.

However, she knew her apartment. He was leading her to the kitchen, perhaps to prepare a meal… no, that was not the flooring of the kitchen. Was that the living room? Damn. Yes, she knew the apartment but somehow, he managed to lost her. She was never sure if she was turning left, right or just wobbling from side to side.

Finally, he pulled down on her shoulders, forcing her to sit. She fell on a soft cushion: living room!

She let out a long shigh, limited by the small breathing holes of her hood.

Oh, that was welcomed.

He had her lay on her side: she was on the sofa! Even better. She felt a yank on her ankles then followed by a yank on her collar. Then nothing.

She tried to move, to sit, but she was unable. She had been restrained on the sofa.

She was hoping for a fantasy weekend, but it was turning into a weekend of bondage! Awesome!!

She was hearing noises, but couldn’t figure out what it was. All she knew is that her feet were finally resting as well as her shoulders. That was welcomed.

She had no way to tell time. She would be dozing off, but some noise or simply some muscle asking for release was keeping her awake. Plus the pressure of the double layer of latex was making itself aware of its presence.

There was a small tug on her neck, followed by another one at her ankles. He moved her shoulder helping her to sit down, then she felt a hard pull upward. She tried to get up and lost balance, falling back on the sofa, giggling. She received a hard slap on her butt.

Ouch!

Okay, she heard or rather felt the message. She tried to get up again, arms in her back, hobbling on her ballet boots, and this time she managed. She barely had time to get her balance that she was pulled forward. Yes, she was going to the kitchen. She was instructed to sit, finding one of her high back dining chairs. Her arms were released but quickly fastened in front of her. Straps were drawn around her waist and over her breasts, under her armpits and tightened, pinning her against the back of the chair. Her ankle chain was pulled backward, folding her legs under the chair, and holding them there. Finally she felt something being attached to her wrist chain but nothing more.

Finally, the blindfold was removed and she saw what she could only assume was a smoothie in front of her with a straw, and at Derek’s place, a very tasty looking salad.

“Bon apétit.” he said, pointing to her smoothie.

That’s when she went to grab it she realized how restrained she was. She could barely reach it from her gloved hand. She had to bring it close to her and align the straw with the tiny hole of her gag, which she couldn’t see and imparired by her rigid collar.

Derek simply ate his salad, smiling, watching her struggle. She apparently enjoyed the show.

Karen was barely able to link the straw to the hole, but once she managed, it stuck there, which helped her a lot for the rest of her meal.

She couldn’t drink it all, tho. She had the will, but not enough chain to allow her straw to reach the bottom, hell, not lower than the half of the cup.

“You don’t like it?” he asked.

Actually, she couldn’t taste much of it, that thing going directly down her stomach, bypassing the tongue and the palate

She gestured how she was unable to get lower.

“Better keep the rest for later anyway. You might need it.” he said with a devilish grin.

She didn’t mind. Her crushed stomach was full anyway. He pulled the straw out of her gag and put the rest of the smoothie in the refrigerator.

Once done, he untied her from the chair and led her to the counter where he linked a chain he had fixed under the counter to her chastity belt.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t visibly damage the counter. Your landlord can’t say anything.” he answered his frantic eyes. “Now, I cooked, you clean. Deal? Good.” he said, not even letting her time to answer.

While she was struggling to clean the dishes and the counter, limited by a rather short chain, bound wrists and stiff neck, she could faintly hear noises coming from the bedroom. Hard noises. He was installing stuff.

She wondered if she should be glad or worried.

When she was done, she stood there, waiting, as if she could do anything else, balancing from one foot to the other, feeling the tight latex pinch her buns each time. She brought her hands to her crotch, but she couldn’t force her fingers between the tight chastity belt and her latex skin. Yes, she tried to tease herself, but unsuccessfully. That was devilish. She liked it! No control!

When he came back for her, she was surprised to see him out of his latex catsuit,and back into regular clothes. Without a word, he grabbed her and led her to the bedroom, into the walk-in closet where she saw newly installed rings on the ceiling with ropes dangling from them.

He took a red leather body harness and tightly fastened it over her latex wrapped body, leaving the lower portion off, while tying her arms in her back. He took off the shield off the chastity belt, opened the zipper and showed Karen two huge dildos.

“I found them, I assume you like them.” he said, lubricating them and slowly interesting them, teasing her, going in and out a few times.

She was squirming. Yes she liked them but they were more to impress her friends than to actually wear them. They were huge! She never thought they would actually fit in, although they turned out to be quite uncomfortable.

He closed the zipper and put the chastity belt back, tightly fastening the rest of the leather straps of the harness, before linking the shoulder rings to the hanging ropes from the ceiling, pulling her upward until there was still some weight on the pointed feet, but not that much.

She was half suspended by the shoulders, well by the harness, which was also pulling upward on her chastity belt, pushing the dildos deeper, making them make a hard contact with the hard belt.

He stood back to admire his work and smiled.

“I have to go for some shopping, that’s why I took the catsuit off, but don’t worry, I still have the latex briefs.” he said, lowering his belt. “I should be back in a couple of hours.” he added, taking something from the desk and pressing a button.

Karen twitched and a muffled yelp was produced. He had found that they were battery powered and also found the remote.

What he didn’t know is that they were not only vibrating, but twisting, even… humping.

“Oh, I forgot.” he said, walking back in and covering her eyes with a rubber blindfold before walking away. She heard, or she thought she heard, the closet door close, then nothing.

Nothing but her heavy breathing, her pounding heart, the creaking leather of her body suspension harness, and feeling the dildos, tormenting her, teasing her, building the first of many orgasms.

She suddenly realized that he had left her there, without any means of escape, not knowing exactly how long he would be gone. She was in a situation totally out of her control.

Oh shit! That first orgasm promised to be awesome!

© Monsterp63

March 7, 2021.

Part Four

Archived Version

Derek was gone. She heard, faintly thought her layers of latex and the door of the closet, the noise made by the apartment’s door as he closed it, rather loudly, probably on purpose to indicate to her that he was gone.

So, there she was. Alone. Tied up. Unable to escape.

Wait: Unable to escape! No means of escape. No emergency release. No timer, no nothing. What the fuck? What was she thinking? What was he thinking?

What if there’s an emergency? What if he doesn’t come back. After all, she barely knows him.

What the hell did she put herself into?

The panic level began to rise and she struggled against her bonds. However, the mix of panic plus the strict bondage she was in, the suspension, the toys inside her vibrating like crazy, put her into a second state of mind.

She wasn’t there anymore. She was elsewhere. Feeling the tight latex, feeling the cuffs pinching her arms as she struggled to get free. She was feeling the dildos being pushed in and out, even so slightly, again and again as she fought her suspension.

The orgasm built. She didn’t want it. No. Yes she wanted it. Oh darn! What the hell is going on in her brain? Yes, she wanted it, the helplessness, the predicament, the no-easy-way-out situation, out of control, out of HER control, of her plans, of her… destiny?

The more she struggled, the more her brain secreted the pleasure hormones, and when the orgasm engulfed her, she was burning from the inside out. It started at her crotch, with the vibrating dildos smashing everything, then it grew upward, to her sensible nipples, being squished by the double layer of latex, down to her feet, imprisoned in their dreadful ballet boots, then to her arms, locked in her back, and finally, feeling the tight latex, the corset, the gag filling her mouth making her struggle to breath through the small holes, the orgasm engulfed her brain and it was like a hurricane was going through it.

A hurricane of pleasure, as she began to shake violently, moaning, her crotch on fire, her breathing fast, her heart even faster, pounding hard in her chest.

The pleasure ran through her body, up and down and up and down again, and again. In her mind, she was screaming. In reality, only a rather faint weeping could be heard.

And it was heard. By Derek. Sitting by the opened closet door, looking at Karen, smiling, putting down his phone where he had been reading some silly story from a site called mp63.ca (Hey, I’m the author here. I can plug myself everywhere!).

No, he hadn’t gone away. He was not stupid. He was not to let someone tied up like that alone, not knowing what would happen. Those stories were giving him ideas of scenarios, but he didn’t exactly know what was right or wrong. He was a real newbie in that field.

He just hoped Karen appreciated her orgasm. It looked like she did, as her body became limp, as if all the energy she could have used was totally drained out, until she ended up simply suspended by her leather body harness, her breathing getting slower, calming down.

He approached her. Seeing her gleaming body suspended there was a total turn on and his manhood manifested itself inside his rubber confinement.

Yes, he liked it. And he wanted more. He just hoped Karen would not kick him out after this stunt.

He untied her from the ceiling and carried her to the bed. He removed the posture collar and pulled the clear hood off, to free her mouth from the huge gag.

It was difficult. It was like the hood had begun to glue itself to her suit. The lube was sticky, but she managed. Getting the huge foam gag out of her mouth, without any help from her, with a relaxed jaw proved the biggest struggle.

Finally it was out and he quickly washed the inside of the hood before wiping some soap and water on the hood she was still wearing, turning it like new, then he released her arms and laid besides her on the bed, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath, her shiny coating reflecting the sunlight entering through the bedroom curtains.

Some creative ideas formed in his mind. Now he really needed to go shopping. Knowing Karen was safe and in no danger he dressed up to go shopping, putting his city clothes over his latex catsuit. He had no intention about getting out of it. Now now. The weekend was not over.

When he came back, he was at the door, and hesitated. Well, he was not home. She didn’t give him the key to her apartment. Anyway, he had locked the door, so, gently, he knocked.

He heard, faintly fast clicking sound coming forward, along with what would be chains. Oh darn! He didn’t remove the hobble chain. Then again, she knew where the keys were. She could have done it herself.

A shadow went over the peeping hole and he heard the door unlock and open slightly. In the aperture, was a smiling latex covered face.

“I… I thought you were gone. I mean, you didn’t leave a word and…”

“Oh, silly me.” he said, getting in and closing the door behind him. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think you would be awake after… well, what seemed to be quite an orgasm.” he said with a questioning grin.

“How did I end up on the bed? You didn’t leave?”

“No, I didn’t. I stayed here to watch over you. I only wanted you to believe that I was gone, the… helpless feeling you talked about, not knowing what would happen. After you passed out, I put you on the bed and I got some ideas.” he said, raising a rather heavy bag with a well known hardware store logo on it. “I don’t want to go too fast, so maybe we…” he began to say but he was cut short by Karen, literally jumping on him, grabbing his head with her latex gloved hand and locking his lips over her latex covered one in one passionate kiss.

He thought he was about to get sucked in. The bag of hardware fell on the ground as he wrapped his arms around her constricted waist, and went upwards, his hands resting on her shoulder blades, pressing her against him, feeling the warm, hot, latex, returning her passion, kissing her until they were both about to faint.

“I… I guess… that’s a… yes.” he finally said, panting.

“You guess?” she said, immediately locking her lips again on his, pushing him hard against the door, bending her right leg at the maximum her hobble chain allowed to press her knee against his erected manhood.

When she let go she took a step back, smiling.

“And now?” she asked.

“Definitely a yes.” he said, smiling. “So, what nice goodies do you have in there?” she asked, bending to grab the bag, but he was quicker.

“Nope. You won’t see it before it’s done.” he said, putting the bag in his back.

“Well, lets see you try to stop me.” she said with a smirk, having another attempt to grab the bag.

He let the bag down and quickly grabbed her wrists, turning her around and folding her hands backward against her shoulder blades and pushing her forward toward the bedroom.

She giggled.

“What? You’re not about to tie me up, aren’t you?” she said as she fought her forced hobbling as he pushed her in the bedroom, on the bed, forcing her down on her stomach.

He sat on her and grabbed the collar, wrapping it tightly around her neck, to the last possible notch, and linking the wrist cuffs together before linking them to the back ring of the collar, sort of putting her into a reverse prayer position.

Then he pulled her ankle chain toward her waist, taking some rope and linking the center link to her chastity belt.

She was now in some sort of hogtie position.

“As if this is going to stop me from calling for hemmppffmm….”

She didn’t have time to say more as he wrapped her head with the previously cleaned and lubed clear latex hood, filling her mouth with the extra-large gag, rendering her totally silent, then added the blindfold to complete the setup.

All she could do was wiggle on the bed, perhaps turn on her side but not knowing if she would be able to turn back on her stomach.

Her toys were silent, the batteries drained. All she could do was stay there and moan as she heard noises coming from the living room and kitchen.

She squirmed, feeling the tight latex bit her buns. When she tried to move her arms, tugging on her collar, she could feel them slightly slide on the slick shiny latex layer, and she could hear the leather creak with the strain.

She could also feel her collar, drawn very tightly, so tight that swallowing demanded some effort, and made her strain to keep her neck at the right position.

She loved the challenge. She couldn’t say “Oh, well, I have enough, I’m taking it off.”. She had no choice. She had to suffer. Damn, that made her hot.

She tried to wiggle her hips, tried to make the chastity belt move her dildos, but it didn’t do a thing. That belt was doing its intended purpose: deny.

She heard hard noises, banging noises, hitting noises, coming from the kitchen, well, what she assumed to be the kitchen, the living room and yes, definitely, her home office.

It lasted quite a long time, sometimes with long silent breaks before the noise was starting again.

All this time, she struggled with her hogtie position, trying to find some relief, trying to find some pleasure, sexual pleasure that is.

Finally, she felt some weight by her side on the bed and her legs were unlinked from her chastity belt.

She was turned on her side and something snapped on the front D ring of her collar, followed by a strong pull.

She tried to get up, blindfolded, on ballet boots, still stuck with the hobble chain and her hands in the reverse prayer position.

He didn’t offer much help although, unknown to her, he was holding his arms on each side of her, ready to catch her if she was to fall.

He tugged on the leash as if he was leading her while he was in reality very close to her, leading her out of the bedroom, making a few steps in the kitchen, then turning left, for a few more steps, then stopped. Then turn around. Or was it? Maybe it was just a quarter of a turn. He had started to turn her in one direction then switched to the other. After a few fake turns like that, she had no way to know where she was heading, except perhaps from the flooring, but then again, from the dining room, living room and office, all was on hard flooring.

She was led one way, then the other, struggling on her ballet boots, feeling the tug of the short shain each time she was reaching the end of it, pulling with her arms on her collar, trying to keep her balance.

She could feel some drool dripping from the small mouth hole, down on her chin, and on her boob. She imagined the scene.

She was panting, gasping for air, limited by her creaking tight corset and the small breathing holes. The muffled sound through her double latex layers over her ears made it sound distant, almost as if it was a dream.

Oh, she did love every minute of it.

She was stopped then gently instructed to sit down by a push on her shoulders.

The seat was soft and she recognized it as her computer chair. Yes, she was in her home office. Well, no. She was sitting in her computer chair. Where that chair was located was still a mystery.

A few tugs on her ankles and her feet were positioned in the middle of the rest bar, her heels locked in it. More tugs and when she tried to lift her feet, she couldn’t. They were fixed to the chair.

One hand was released from the collar and brought forward, until she felt something else snap on it.

A quick try and she realized that her wrist was now linked to something, probably the armrest, with a short length of chain.

The same was done with the other wrist, then her collar was pulled backward, against the high back of her leather covered gaming chair.

Shen she tried to pull it forward, it didn’t move, locked in place.

Damn! She loved it, and she had a wave of pleasure engulfing her when she felt a strap of some sort being tightened around her waist, pinning it to the chair.

Her blindfold was removed and she blinked, her eyes adjusting to the harsh light of the computer monitor. Yes, in the end, she WAS in her home office.

Derek appeared besides her, kneeling on one knee, looking at her.

He pointed to the monitor with his eyes.

“The computer is locked on the word processor. No internet, no way to start any other app, software, program, device, anything. Well, I do know a few things about computers.” he said with a smile.

“Now, we don’t know each other. Hell, 24 hours ago, I didn’t know I liked latex, now look at me.” he said, opening his arms and looking at his latex clad fully erect manhood. “So… I need guidelines. I know you like bondage, you love domination, but… Where do I stop? What do I do? Leave you bound on the bed for the day or forced you to make chores? Which chores?

You must have a fantasy. I do not. I mean, I never imagined anything like that. My fantasies are developing as we, or rather I go on with it, so it’s all on you.

I want you to write your rules, the limits, the level of the limits: could be broken for a short time or they’re an absolute no.

What do you want to experience? What are your fantasies? Your dreams?

Your wrist chains are long enough to reach the keyboard. Yes, with your double latex coated fingers, it will not be exactly a walk in the park to write, but I believe it’s part of your pleasure: to struggle to make the most basic of things, am I wrong?.

So, you write. Take your time, we’re in no rush. I don’t know what I’m getting myself into and I suspect for some part of it, you don’t know either.”

“Now I still need to ask you something: do you want to go through with this?” he said pointing at the computer monitor, “or do you want me to release you right now because this is not one of your fantasies?”

She stared at him, looked at the monitor, then back at him.

Hell, yes it was part of her fantasies, not exactly the way she had imagined, he was handsome, but not handsomely rich with the huge mansion and the yacht or something, but reality is rarely what one imagines.

Noticing her hesitation, he understood.

“Okay, I’m letting you out.” he said, reaching for her collar but she shook her head violently, making a hard NO, then using her bound hands and pointing at her, then at the screen then lifting two thumbs up.

Yes, she would do it this way.

“Uh… Oh, okay then.” he said, startled, hesitantly walking out of the room.

She looked at him go, with mixed feelings. Writing her wishes, her fantasies. Her desires and her limits. Damn, she had dreamed about it over and over again, how she would tell someone taking over her life, what she would want. It was all a fantasy. The fantasy was becoming real now. But with who?

“Oh I forgot.” he said, turning back as he was passing the door. “Once you’re done, just press the green circle icon on your taskbar.” he said, then staring at her, like hesitating, then walking away.

Yes, a fantasy for reality. What did she want, but more, what was her limit? Did she even know her limits? How does one know that without trying it first?

A long while later, as he was reading more fetish stories, trying to get some inspiration, he heard a loud humming sound followed by a high pitch yelp. He smiled.

The electric orbital sander he had fixed under her chair was working.

When he entered the room, he laughed. Karen was squirming, trying to find the right spot to transfer the vibrations from the seat to her chastity belt to the dildos.

He simply rolled the chair away from the computer, leaving her struggle with her pleasure while he read the document.

It seemed thorough and rather complete. She had thought of everything, it seems. He printed it in three copies, staple them together and put them again on the desk, he then brought Karen back closer and tried to hand her a pen, but she was already out of it, eyes closed, humping the seat to the limits of her bonds

With a devilish grin, he pulled the plug of the sander.

There was a loud low pitch grunt and he literally saw a whole flock of knives shooting out of her eyes.

“Well, it says right here that I’m to control your urges and orgasms… right?” he said, pointing at a line on the papers.

She grunted some more and hump on the chair but it was useless. He handed her the pen.

“Please, sign all the copies of the document, I’ll do the same. I’ll keep one in my home, one here and the last copy will be put into a sealed envelope you could give to a friend. Agree?”

She took the pen and signed her name, threw the pen away and hump on the chair again, staring at him.

He smiled and plugged the sander back, leaving her to her devices.

© Monsterp63

March 13, 2021.

Part Five

Archived Version

It was now Sunday evening. He was preparing to leave, still wearing his red latex catsuit. He would try to get it off at home, leaving Karen to rest. She was exhausted. With reasons.

He had followed her instructions, her desires, her fantasies. The first thing had been to tie her up with minimum movement, linking her ankle cuffs only by the shackle of the padlock, adding more cuffs over her knees and, again, linking them only with a padlock, fixing her elbow cuffs against each side of her torso with a ratchet strap and linking her wrists in front of her with, you guessed it, the padlock only.

Then, weight the content of a brand new cereal box, spread it all around the apartment, taking her broom and removing all but about 3cm wide of bristles, and letting her get everything, until she decided that her job was done, for a maximum of five hours, which would put them in the middle of the evening.

Then, he would have to weight the content again and each gram under, and over, because she could have picked more than the cereals, added 10 minutes of punishment.

Said punishment was to be wrapped in all the plastic wrap she had in her home, which turned out to be four extra-large, commercial size rolls!

Once she was all wrapped, she was barely able to move at all, but her faint moans indicated that she liked it and she was a happy camper, especially since her dildos had been fully recharged and turned on!

It put the end of her punishment in the middle of the night and a very sleepy Derek cut her out of her cocoon before going back to sleep.

But sleep didn’t come. Karen was cleaning the mess of wrap, making a lot of noise, pretty much humming in the process, moving furniture, lights opened, etc.

She stopped when she saw Derek, in all his gleaming red latex catsuit, lean against the doorframe of the bedroom, looking pissed off.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” he asked.

Karen looked straight in his eyes, shook and crumbled the plastic wrap, making more noise, evidently giggling.

“Okay then.” he said, grabbing a coil of rope. A few minutes later, she was secured to the lazy chair, unable to move much but especially, unable to make noise.

He went back to sleep.

Sunday was spent pretty much in the same manner, him giving chores to do and her accumulating punishment time.

“You don’t work tomorrow, but I do.” he said. “I need to get out of that suit and get some real rest. Do you want me to help you remove the second hood, to remove the gag?” he asked her.

She nodded no and gestured that she was okay and she liked it.

He put all the keys into a timed safe to open only on Monday late afternoon, gave her a passionate kiss on her rubber gag, and went.

Once home, taking her neck entry catsuit off proved to be a real challenge as it had almost glued itself on his skin. Again, the lube had left a sticky residue, stickier than when he took off Karen’s hood, but the residue washed off easily with soap and water, so he didn’t think it would be a problem.

It was strange to feel cotton clothes and bed sheets on his bare skin after being encased in latex for two days. Quite a few times, in his office, he rubbed his arm, wanting to feel the tight material against his skin. Was he getting addicted?

The day dragged on with meeting after meetings. He heard the text message tone on his phone a few times, but he didn’t have time to take a look, especially not with the high management present in the meeting room.

Finally, past 18:00, he was able to look. All the messages were from Karen and they were getting more panicking as they went on.

He rushed to her place to find her sitting on the living room sofa, her head in her hand, evidently sobbing, still fully clad in her shiny latex catsuit.

She rushed to his arms when he entered.

“What’s going on? What do you mean, you can’t take off the suit?” he asked.

She tugged on it but it didn’t bulge, like if it was glued to her skin. She had managed to take off the chastity belt and the cuffs but not the suit.

“Yeah, mine was quite sticky last evening, but it peeled off and it washed with some soap and water. Want me to try? He asked.

She flapped her arms in a “whatever, try it if you want” manner.

He looked for the seam between the hood and the catsuit, found the thin line and tried to insert his finger but the latex would not open.

“Oh… strange. What if… “ he said, going for her eye hole, trying to put his finger between her skin and the latex, but again, it was as if it was one layer. The skin followed and Karen moaned that it was painful.

“Damn… Well, soap and water it is.” he said, bringing her to the shower.

He tried every soap, shampoo, even kitchen cleaner, he was never able to take the latex off her skin, or to separate the layers of latex. Even her ballet boots were glued to the boots. He had removed the lacing but the leather could not be separated from the rubber! But he did had a difficult time hiding his hard-on, seeing Karen’s gleaming body, with the soap buds and water running down her latex skin, feeling the warm latex. Quite a few times, he tried to tease Karen, but her mind was not in even when she saw his hard-on.

“What the hell is this?” he said, to which she had now answer. “The only solution I see left is… cutting your out of it.” he said, looking at the assortment of products he had tried, from simple soaps to solvent, even drain unclogger.

He took the sharpest butcher knife she had and handed it to her, gesturing she tried to poke her hand.

“It’s better if you do it, I mean, you will feel it if it goes through.” he said with a grin.

She took the knife and without hesitation, stuck the pointy end in the palm of her hand and when it caught the latex, turned it sideways putting the side of the blade against her palm with the sharp edge pointing upward, away from her hand and pushed… and pushed… and pushed.

The latex stretched a little but not that much, then nothing. They could see the sharp point trying to poke through it, but they could also see that it was pulling the skin along. The two layers of latex and the skin were evidently glued together.

“I… I don’t get it. I’m sorry to ask but… you can’t go to work like that, right?”

She nodded no.

“Any vacation, sick days, any time off you can take?”

She nodded yes and walked to her computer. Although the situation was critical, he couldn’t refrain from admiring her behind, tightly wrapped into this shiny material, reflecting the lights, bouncing around, making waves… She was so hot looking.

She sat at her computer and quickly sent an e-mail to HR stating that she was not feeling well and she would take the week off.

“That takes care of it. The only thing I can figure that did this is the mix of shine and Lube&shine.”

She nodded a firm yes. She believed it too.

“There’s a lab I know we do business with from time to time. I’ll bring it to them and have it analyzed. Once done, we will have an idea of how to break this… bound.” he said, making a grin. “That’s nice pun, right?”

She grumbled. Yes, that was a nice pun. In any other circumstances, it would have been quite funny.

He stayed with her and to his surprise, asked to be tied up. “Why not take advantage of it?” she had written.

She spent the night tied up on the bed beside him, himself wearing the sheath briefs.

Waking up in the morning, feeling the latex against his manhood and seeing that shiny bound woman besides him was an immediate turn on, and she noticed. He could see her smile under her heavy panel gag.

He decided to keep his latex briefs under his city clothes, tied somewhat Karen up for the day and went to work.

He came back with the news that it could take up to two days for the test results, which didn’t surprise Karen. What did surprise her is that he had gone home and fetched the catsuit to put it on. Yes, he liked latex. He couldn’t deny it anymore.

They spent the evening cuddling on the sofa, Karen securely tied up with her arms in her back and her legs roped up so that she couldn’t move. He had no choice, she kept annoying him. He was no angel either. She couldn’t move but he kept squishing her latex encased breasts, or teasing with his fingers at her crotch, when not simply rubbing her smooth black thighs while watching TV.

She was caught in the middle of mixed feelings: liking being stuck in rubber, and fearing being stuck in rubber.

Again, she spent the night tied up, this time, suspended in the closet, a little like she did it a few days before.

The next day, he fit her with loose restraints for the day and he was off to work, with only his latex briefs, tho, under his civil clothes.

When he came back at the end of the day, his expression was serious.

“Well, here’s the thing. The mix has transformed the Shine&Lube into an adhesive or something. Since I didn’t tell them what was the exact problem, they suggested using nitric acid to loosen the bonds but I figure this is not a good idea.”

Karen nodded a strict no.

“Yeah, I thought so. They say that,perhaps after some time, the bond between the skin and the glue will weaken, but they can’t give me any figure. Do… do you have more vacation or something? Can you take a leave of absence for an undetermined amount of time?”

She looked down and nodded a small no.

“Well, listen.” he said, taking her latex coated face in his hand, in a very soft manner. “This is my fault, and at the same time, you made me discover something.” he said, looking at his own latex coated body. “I’m offering you to come live with me until the matter is resolved. I have enough free space in my home to store all your belongings. Once you’re off the suit, we’ll manage, if you can get your job back or not. What do you say ?”

She reached for the pen and paper, her only way to communicate.

“If I’m not out of this suit by Sunday evening, I’ll have no choice: I couldn’t afford the rent for more than a month or two.”

His eyes couldn’t refrain from admiring the lights shining off her suit, off her curves, as she moved, bent down, wrote the note and handed it to him, along with the noise and the smell.

He took the next week off too. As you can figure out, she was still stuck. They spent the week emptying her apartment and getting the home ready. Karen was strange. She was stuck in rubber, out of a job, yet she was bratty enough to end-up tied up all the time.

Her day setup became more and more elaborate as he could modify the house at will, adding rings, hooks, restraint points everywhere. She was chained at a central place allowing her to go to certain areas. She had tasks to do, limited by different setups, arms in her back, one arm free, ankles hobbling.

One day, he came home and Karen appeared with dark lenses over her eyes: she had bought tinted swimming goggles and had glued them to the suit.

“You glued them? Using the… the… Lube&Shine glue? You realize you won’t be able to take them off until…” he began to say but she put her latex gloved finger over his mouth, nodding a simple yes. Yes, she knew it. Yes, she wanted it.

Things went on like that for a few months, but Derek’s behavior changed a little. His agenda changed. He spent longer hours in the office, even spending weekends, but he kept his latex briefs, even ordering a new black catsuit with a lower neckline, allowing it to be worn under his shirt and tie!

Then one day, in the middle of the afternoon, he came back early, followed by a delivery truck which left a huge wooden crate in the garage. Once they were gone, he brought Karen to it. It looked like an old army surplus crate.

“I have some news for you: you’re going to be… shipped out” he said to a stunned Karen. “This is, ahem… your moving crate.” he said, with a devilish smile.”I’ll pack you in tomorrow morning.”

She nodded no and made a few steps backward.

“Just trust me.” he said with the smile that made her melt the first time she met him, at that dance club.

They made latex love that night, again, but this time it was different. Derek was different, and Karen too. What was he pulling out? Did he just sell her? Why was she being shipped out? What was going on? She began to wonder if that Lube&Shine mix was real or if it was a deliberate plot, if he added something else to the mix.

Did he?

Perhaps she was destined to be nothing more than a latex slave?

Would she?

Part Six

Archived Version

The fact was that she didn’t know a lot more about him than a month ago. She was kept isolated, not meeting his friends, co-workers, not participating in any family activity or anything. Who was this guy?

She was suddenly afraid and it showed in her sexual reaction, but he didn’t seem to mind, as if…he knew it.

The next morning, after spending the night all tied up,, he put in two large vibrating dildos she never saw before: those had wires. Then, after he locked her chastity belt back in place, almost reluctantly, she followed him to the garage and got into the wooden crate.

He put fingerless mittens over her hands then folded her arm so that her palm was against her shoulder, then taking a leather strap, fixed it in place. He did the same with the other arm, then wrapped another leather strap around her chest, engulfing her folded arms and tied it down. Her arms were now totally useless.

Using more straps, he wrapped her legs together, after putting soft foam pads between her knees and ankles, with straps at the hips, over and below the knees, at the calves and the ankles.

She couldn’t move much now.

The last step was putting a gasmask over her latex covered head, making sure the seal was tight before gently putting her against the wall.

“Try not to fall.” he said with a wink, to which Karen didn’t reply. She was puzzled. Unsured. He should have talked to her, explained to her, but… it was a surprise. She wondered.

He opened the crate and put some high density foam pieces inside it, then scooped her and gently lowered her inside it, moving a piece of foam, adding another one until she was pretty comfortable, so to speak. She thought she saw a lot of black boxes along the sides of the crate, mainly around her head, her waist and at her feet, the rest of the crate was too narrow to accommodate anything elsewhere. She felt some pulling at her crotch and imagined he was plugging the dildo wires. Were those black box batteries?

Then, using more leather straps, linked to D rings screwed to the bottom of the crate, he chinced her tightly inside to the point she couldn’t move at all.

He plugged a flexible tube on her gasmask then began to fill the remainder space of the crate with foam packing peanuts.

She felt them fall on her latex clad body, and around her neck and head. When there was just the windows of her gasmask left, he bent down and lay a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you.” he mouthed, smiling, evidently knowing that she couldn’t hear much, before pouring the rest of the packing peanuts over her.

There was still a little bit of light seeping through the packing peanuts, but it quickly vanished as he closed the lid of the crate. She felt her world shrink as he compressed the packing peanuts.

She shivered. She was severely restrained, stuffed inside a crate for who knows wher,but…s he liked it. She liked the restriction, the liked the fact that she couldn’T move at all. The sensory deprivation, the blackness, the gasmsak, feeling the tight latex on her skin, the biting of the leather straps… Yes. She liked it. As crazy and scary as it may sound, she liked it.

Suddenly, she felt a rush of fresh air, given by some pump through the gasmask and everything became silent. She lost track of time.

She was awakened when the crate moved. Not by the movement of the crate, but her dildos coming alive!

She was carried, loaded into a truck. The trip seemed long, a few hours, but she was constantly teased and tormented. The bumpier the road, the stronger the tormenting.

Damn! She was kept on the edge. No release. She needed to be able to move a little, but all those straps and the squishing of the packing peanuts rendered any movement impossible.

After quite some time, she felt she was unloaded and everything became silent, dildos included, again for what seemed like hours, before she was moved again, and she felt what she believed was a plane. Or was it a boat? The ride was rather smooth, with the only bumpy periods before and after the smooth ride.

She was carried again, way bumpier travel, which made the teasing even stronger. That was starting to be psychologically difficult, like constant torture, then there was a hard jolt, as if she had been dropped, landing on one corner then slamming on her back before everything became silent.

That drop, she didn’t know if it was on purpose or not, but it was what she needed to jump the fence, to release hours of teasing, frustration and denial. She wondered if her whole restraint system would be able to hold her as her brain exploded, sending hormones through her body, fighting the bounds, and coming back stronger because there was no release in sight!

The orgasm lasted for a long time, the vibrators still humming hard before gradually coming so a stand still.

And all was silent. Eerie. Scary.

Finally, she heard the impact drill unscrew the lid and the pressure released. Who will that be? Derek or… her new owner? Was she nothing more than a latex slave? Just a latex slave… what a hot thought.

The lid opened and she was caught off-guard by the bright sunlight. Derek’s face appeared, smiling, and she saw his upper body, completely covered in a shiny black latex catsuit. It looked like he was even wearing… a corset?

What the hell?…

He plunged his hands through the foam peanuts to reach the belts holding her and released them, helping Karen get off from the crate, startled by the view. They were on the coastline, looking at the sea from a high point, through the large window of a modern property. As she made her first uneasy steps on the ceramic tiled floor, she noticed the many, many rings and attachment points around her, on the floor, ceiling and walls. He took off her gasmask.

“Surprise! This is our new home.” he said, smiling, opening his arms, making a full turn on himself, and that’s where she realized that he was even wearing high heels!. The hell??

She stood there, stunned. What the fuck was he talking about. What was all this?

“Okay, here’s the full story. Better sit down, or better yet!” he said, grabbing hanging chains and linking her collar to it and linking her wrists in her back. She didn’t resist, that was the way she preferred.

“Where was I… oh yes. Turned out the mix I accidentally made with the rest of your lube and the Lube&Shine stuff created a very strong adhesive with unique properties, being almost a lubricant before becoming glue, something many companies had tried to do but were unable to, so… I patented it.”

He could almost see her eyes opening wide under her dark lenses.

“Yes, that’s why I was falsely working late. Well, I was working on the patent and selling it. Lets just say that our financial status is of no stress from now on. Oh don’t worry, I put both our names on the patent. I… I had to forge your signature, but I’m sure you won’t mind…”

She nodded a small no then looked down at herself, imprisoned in a latex skin. Would she ever be able to take it off? He had the answer.

“According to the research, it might be possible that the glue between the skin and the suit would break away in five or six years, however, they can’t know for sure. It could break down tomorrow for all they know. But the strength it added to the rubber, making it almost indestructible is a mix of the latex catsuit, the shiny layer which is a polymer and the glue. Once it’s unglued from your skin, we might be able to cut it off, but not before.”

He unlinked her from the ceiling, freeing her arms, allowing her to get closer to the windows, to see the view. They were higher but a nice slope was bringing them to the beach. No neighbors in sight. She would be able to go out, to take a swim, even boat, fully clad in latex, or even, oh she was getting hotter, spend some time tied up on the beach!

He grabbed a small bottle from the kitchen counter and proudly showed it to her.

“Glube!!” he said, smiling. “I came up with that name.” he said, proudly smiling.

There was a noise coming from the back of the house. “Oh, the movers are here. You do what you want, I don’t care anymore.” he said, opening his arms then walking toward the door, in full latex catsuit and heels.

The movers were stunned to see him and even more when they saw the shiny and curvaceous woman behind him, taking boxes and moving them, apparently not impaired at all by her tight corset and her extreme boots.

One box in particular seemed to interest her more than the others. She took it and disappeared in a room.

A few hours later, they were back alone, amidst a pile of boxes, collapsing on the leather sofa.

“I didn’t need to bring all of it, I mean I could have bought new stuff and simply left it all in the old house but… it gives you something to do.” he said with a devilish smile.

She looked at the boxes, turned around and headed toward the large door, accessing the outside patio and the access to the beach, but she felt a strong arm on her shoulder, holding her back. She turned around.

“Han, ahn… You’re not to access the patio or the beach until you earn it.”

She froze for a moment, looking at the boxes, then softly looked toward him, her eyes hidden under her dark lenses and she gently took his hand to lead him to the bedroom where the latex covered bed was waiting for them.

She gestured at her chastity belt then the bed. Of course, she had figured out a way to get to the beach, to earn points.

He smiled and unlocked the chastity belt, before tying her up in a spread eagle position on the bed and gently climbed over her, his throbbing member ready for action.

However, that was not enough points… She had to unpack everything, properly restrained of course, before being allowed outside.

That proved to be hard work, and a blast. Impaired with chains linking her ankles close to one another and her wrists in front of her, linked to her chastity belt so each time she reached the end of it, it would tease her dildos, she went to work. Derek had opened the patio doors to let the sea ear fill the house. She could feel the hot breeze on her suit and the hot sun, heating the black latex. She was almost being cooked and she realized at the same time that going to the sun in black latex was perhaps not the brightest of ideas.

The day was ending and the sun was on its way to set down.

“I have to be honest, now, Karen. Yes, having you do the unpacking was one of the reasons for not allowing you to the beach. The other is… we’re near the equator, and going like that, under that sun, you would be cooked medium-rare in less than an hour.”

That made sense, she thought. But it also means that she would… never go there during the day? As he heard her thoughts, he answered.

“We still need to build a sunshade shelter there. It was supposed to be completed before we would have moved in but there were some delays in the delivery, some ship caught in the Suez canal or something.” he said.

He linked her arms in her front with quite long chains, and did the same with her ankles. The chain was so long that it was dragging on the sand, and she was struggling with her ballet heels on the sand as she walked down the pathway to the beach as he pulled on her leash.

She would be able to feel the last rays of the setting sun, admire the view, smell the salty air, and even dip her booted feet into the sea.

The sight was gorgeous! She could somewhat taste the salty air through her breathing tubes and she couldn’t wait to dip into the ocean. She ran as fast as she could as soon as he released the leash and she dipped into the warm water, feeling the waves hit her latex skin.

That was a weird feeling, feeling the power of the water,but not the water itself. Plus the heavy chains dragging along.

It was even funnier when she received a larger wave in the face. Her reflex was to close her eyes and clamp her mouth, but sealed as she was, the water didn’t seep through. She felt invincible.

She dragged herself back to Derek who was waiting near a small steel post sticking off the beach of about 50cm. There was a long chain welded to it and he was holding the other hand with a padlock in his hand.

He made her get closer and locked the heavy chain to her collar. The chain was so short that she had to sit on the soft sand.

“There. Now you’ll be able to see the sun set, and the sun rise tomorrow, without risking that you accidentally end-up in the water.” he said with a devilish smile.

“The tide is not fully in and might reach just short of the pole, so no worries. And as for the pole itself, it’s 3m long, so… you might try, but I doubt you’ll be able to pull it out.”

He kneeled and gently grabbed her head between his hands, looked at her straight in the eyes, through the dark lenses and landed a passionate kiss on her panel gag, blocking her airflow.

“I love you.” he said.

She wrapped her hands around his neck as much as the chain allowed. She loved him too, and she loved her new life.

She enjoyed the view of the setting sun, then the starry sky appearing, with the full moon, lighting the beach in an eerie glow. The water did reach the pole, gently licking her latex skin, like a soft massage, putting her into a deep sleep.

The sun was high and its heat was really heating her black suit when he finally came to free her of the post, and she understood why she would have to keep away from the direct sunlight.

She suggested adding a white latex catsuit over her black one, making it three layers thick, and would reflect part of the sun. That sounded neat.

“That’s a thought.” he said. “Quite a struggle to put on, over your boots, tho but we might find a way.” he said.

About every few days, he was getting out of his latex catsuit, to let his skin breath and/or to attend some meeting for the distribution of Glube, and she was enjoying doing chores in bondage, then spending some time by the sea, under the shelter or tied to the steel post or the other items they brought to the beach: X-frame, cross, suspension post, etc. She just loved her new life.

Months went by.

She was helping Derek, one day, put on his catsuit. She had convinced him to try the shine layer suit and he loved it, although he complained, each time, that it was hard work putting and getting off two suits. She had even convinced him to shave his head to feel the latex hood like never did before, and he did like it.

Since Karen liked being tied up and was patiently waiting for her next setup, he had become relaxed, and was not keeping her bound all the time. She sometimes had a few minutes of “free time” between setups.

That day, after they made love, he was laxing at making sure she couldn’t “escape” as he was freeing her from the bed. She took that opportunity to jump on him and tie him up on the bed, stuffed a ball gag deep down his mouth, basically, she had become the master and he was the latex slave.

After the initial shock and the reluctance to follow Karen’s orders, he finally liked it, and they switched roles a few times, having him spend the night tied to the steel post by the beach… during the rain season!!

Then one day, after keeping him in heavy bondage for three days, she released him. Well, he had a meeting to attend, but soon after, he came back to her.

“It’s silly but… I can’t find the seam of the hood. Can you help me take it off, please?”

Karen looked at the seam and smiled under her gag, then walked away, her white third latex suit reflecting the morning sun. She grabbed a bottle of Glube and threw it at him.

He catched it, puzzled, then read the note attached to it.

“You complained that it’s a struggle each time to take it on and off… Now, You’re set.”

She has her fists on her hips, in a dominant “gotcha” pose. He looked totally shocked.

“You… you Glubed me in?”

She nodded the strongest YES her collar allowed. He stood there, realizing what she had done and that there was no way back. He was glued in, and with the shine suit layer, no way to remove it until it would unglue from his skin, in a few years. And… his high heel boots were stuck on too!

“Oh well…” he said, walking to her, heels clicking, to take her hand. “I have to keep my mouth free because one of us has to be able to talk for safety reasons because of, you know” he said, opening his arms, “but… those glasses. Where did you get them from?”

THE END

© Monsterp63

February 27, 2021