Singing Contest by Metilanato

Singing Contest by Metilanato

Two friends go on a club to sing, but in a special way.

Ilaria rang the doorbell of Reby house, and waited until the muffled voice of her friend arrived at her ears.

“Come in, Ila, I’m in quite finishing…”

The blonde opened the door and walked to the living room, where she seated on the sofa and waited.

“Sorry, I’m in delay…” said the redhead, still closed in the bathroom.

“No, no, I’m arrived some minutes before… Well, effectively, I have to ask you something…”

“It’s about the evening we want to do?”

“Yes… no… maybe…”

“Ila, as always, your answer is one and clear!” laughed Rebecca, exiting the bathroom and going right in front of the friend dressed only in panties and bra.

“No, the fact is that… Uhhh, Reby, what are those strange dark spots under your underwear?”

The other looked, then smiled.

“Nothing, nothing. Don’t think of them, no problem…” she answered, blushing slightly.

Ilaria insisted on looking at her.

“What are you doing?”

“Seeing you. It seems…”

“What?”

“No, no. But maybe you will tell me after I will ask you a thing.”

“Tell me…” smiled her, seating near the blonde, dressed in pink jeans and a baggy white sweater.

“Well… How do I start?”

“From the beginning, normally is easier…”

“Uhhh, OK. Did you remember when you talked about a story you found on the web… A story about a girl that lives with other girls, and she likes to be… tied?”

“You are talking about the comics of Gwen? Yes, I remember. Why?”

“You remember you talked a lot about the outfits she uses, and the material they are made of?”

“Yes, rubber or plastic. Ilaria, we are wasting a lot of time…”

“It’s not simple. I thought a lot after you talked to me…”

“This is news!”

“Please, I know I’m not a genius, but I know how to think… I did it sometime…” she continued, not angry at all by the bad joke. “As I said, I thought a lot, and I thought that you are a little more than interested in those things you called… Fathish… Fetash…”

“Fetish, Ila, fetish…”

“That thing…” she sighed, bored. “You are in to it or not?”

“I could be. Why?”

“It could be I’m… interested…”

Reby smiled.

“Interested in this?” she asked, unhooking the bra and showing two little pieces of grey duct tape over her nipples.

“Oh my…”

“Or in this?” she continued, showing the long strip of tape that was sealing her crotch.

“You… you…”

“Yes, I know I’m me. You are interested in this? I can show you a lot, and I told you about it because I was sure you were similar to me… Tell me the truth, you like what you are seeing?”

Ilaria looked at her, then nodded with her big, blue eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

“Good. So I think that this evening we will do a good couple in the club…”

“Club? You talked about going around the city…”

“I changed plans, and if you agree, we can be the stars of the club, tonight…” she smiled wickedly.

“How?”

“You trust me?”

“What can we do?”

“Tell me only yes or no. you trust me?”

“Yes, but…”

“OK. Now relax and let me change into something more comfortable than this horrible, cotton underwear…”

Rebecca disappeared, and Ilaria could hear from the closed door of the bedroom some rummaging, then some tug and snapping sounds, and a sigh of relief at the end.

“Reby, are you OK?”

“Yes, yes. Only a second. Why don’t you start to undress yourself… completely?” said the girl, her voice muffled in a strange way.

“Completely?”

“Completely. I want to see you naked as mom made you!”

Some time after, the blonde, her long straight hair falling on her shoulders, listened the door of the bedroom opening, and she turned her head to see the most incredible image she had never seen.

In front of her there was a complete covered female figure, a thin and shiny blue catsuit clinging as a second skin the figure of Rebecca. A black shiny corset cupped her breasts and black high heels covered her legs to the tights. A complete mask, with clear lenses and no visible holes sheathed her head, and her curly red hairs were dressed in a ponytail on the back of the head.

“Reby?”

“Yes, my love!” she said, her voice muffled by the mask, her lip-shape visible under the thin rubber membrane that was covering her whole body in a suffocating embrace. “What do you think?”

“Wonderful! You look like some cartoon character…”

“I also have something for you, not so extreme for the first time, but something that could really show off your figure, not that floppy sweater you use…”

“But they are comfy!”

“No way! Now I will dress you properly, then we will go to a club where this night they do a fetish evening, so we will be perfect…”

Rebecca touched Ilaria with her warm gloved hand, and pushed her gently into her bedroom, where on the bed there were already prepared garments for the blonde.

“We are the same size or quite the same, but rubber stretches…”

Rebecca put on her friend a pair of transparent rubber panties and bra, then she cinched her waist with a crystal clear plastic corset with steel stays inside, and started to lace it.

“Hmmm, it’s cold!”

“Quite, and it will warm in a hurry…” she answered, her perfume mixed with the sweet aroma of the talked latex.

“You are not tightening too much? I have some difficulty to breathe…”

“Only an inch more, Ila, only an inch… do you want to spoil the effect?”

“If… it’s only… an inch… go ahead!” she puffed, not seeing that the Reby inch was quite two inches.

With a final tug, she closed the corset and put the covering plastic strip over the laces, to prevent it from getting loose.

“Now it’s warm, really!”

“I said you it! Now ready for the catsuit?”

“Catsuit?”

“Yes. You want to exit as you are?”

“No, no. The catsuit is similar to yours?”

“Yes and no. The material is the same, but you will have a black one and without a mask. Your face is so pretty to be seen…”

The blonde blushed, and gasped of pleasure when the smooth material started to be fitted over her body and her garments.

“Oooh, it’s really tight! But it’s also so nice, like a lover’s embrace…”

“You are really similar to me, you know? I used to have the same expression…” the redhead giggled, helping the fingers of the friend inside the built-in gloves and zipping the catsuit all along the back, with a final click of the zipper and a faint click of the silver padlock attached to the garment.

“What is this?” asked Ilaria, looking at the minuscule key Reby had in hand.

“The only way you could free yourself without tearing the suit. Do you want to have it?”

She thought a little, then she shook her head.

“Put it away. I lost everything, it’s better if you conserve it for me…”

“OK, I will put it in this drawer, so you can find it easily…” she said, opening and closing a small wooden drawer near the bed.

“Sorry, honey, but where are my hands?”

“Oh, Ila, you have the mittened catsuit. Well, you will have to be helped with a lot of things because your fingers are inside that rubber foam filled mittens. Do you want a catsuit like mine?”

“If for you, it’s OK to help me to do everything, and I have not to play piano, well, I can survive even without hands…” she smiled, clearly enjoying the sensation and the entire situation.

A pair of white high heels calf boots in vinyl completed her outfit, and she looked in the mirror Reby put in front of her.

“Oh, my… Look at my breast and at my waist. I’m more similar to a cartoon than a real girl!”

“I know, and I have to say that it’s one of the reasons why I also love girls like you…” Rebecca said, kissing with her covered mouth the lips of her friend, that after as second of surprise, answered with passion, moving her mittened hands all over the redheads body.

“Wow, if this is only the start…”

“Yes, it’s only the beginning…” she smiled under her mask. “But now it’s better to go, or we will be late…” she said, pushing the girl out of the room.

Unseen, she put a roll of thin black electrical tape and a clear plastic bag inside her small handbag, and then joined Ilaria. They then started their trip to the club.

Rebecca started the engine of her friend’s car, the sound covered by the laughs of the girls, already excited and happy for the night they will have.

When Ilaria and Rebecca closed the car and started to walk through the club parking, the people who were in it looked at them in disbelieve. Their bodies were shining as crystal under the lights, and their appearance was the most wonderful sigh of the night.

There were numerous people waiting to enter at the disco, every one of them dressed in some provocative way. Someone was showing coloured and strangely dressed hair, some others were in leather jackets and trousers, some had chains at the neck or a collar with spikes. The most daring ones were showing a latex top or a pair of latex gloves, but no one there was at the degree of rubberization and fetishism as the two friends.

“Ehi, girls, wanna try something exciting? I can be your host!” shouted a muscular man near the entrance, some meters from the point where the bodyguards decided who could enter and who couldn’t.

“Sorry, baby, but we are together, and we know we are exciting!” answered Reby, smiling under the mask and walking proud near one of the bodyguards, that looked at her and at the blonde and smiled, a smile like a shark.

“Do you want to enter?”

“What do you think?”

“You have to do the queue as the other…”

“Sure you want to leave two poor girls with all those strange people who are here?” giggled the redhead, pointing to her and to Ilaria, that was looking all the present as she was at the zoo.

“Good point. Well, it’s safer inside, you will find more of those similar to you!” he laughed, pushing the queue aside and permitting the two girls to enter.

“Reby, are you sure we can? It appears that there are a lot of strange people here…”

“Silly one, look how you are dressed, and ask yourself who is the strange…” answered her friend, while they were descending dark stairs following the music, that got louder and louder in their ears.

“Yes!” she giggled, putting on of her mittened gloves over her lips. “I’m the strange one here…”

They arrived in the big arena of the club, where a lot of people were dancing and moving at the sound of music. Ilaia stopped at the last step of the stairs, watching the strange and fetish people there were. And if she had considered the people outside kinky, inside she thought she finished in some level of a strange but really exciting hell.

“Oh, my…”

“Fabulous, isn’t it?”

“It’s real?”

“As you are… Let start dancing, shall we?”

Ilaira could only nod, and she started to dance near her friend.

In a couple of minutes, she was accustomed to dancing with her high heels and her mittened hands. Also, the strange, hot and wet sensation of the suit was something she liked, the sweated suit sliding slightly over her body, massaging her and arousing her.

After some time, she signalled she needed a rest, and took a seat at a free table at the side of the dancing arena.

“Ohhhfffff!” she sighed, breathing heavily in her now boiling rubber suit. “I need something to drink! I’m melting in this catsuit…”

“And you are also melting someone else, if this could matter…” said in a smiling male voice at her back.

“Who?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, milady. My name is Robert, bob for friends, so if you like, call me Bob” said a tall and blonde man in his thirties, covered in a sort of diving suit with also goggle mask, snorkel, and air tank on his back.

“Oh, you look as… as… as a diver, Bob!” she smiled.

“I was searching for some mermaid to catch, but I think one of them caught me before…” he smiled.

Ilaria looked around searching some other girl, then she arrived to the meaning and blushed.

“Oh… Thank you, you’re quite pretty as well… want you to seat? I was looking for something to drink…”

“I found a bar far in the corner. Do you need something particular?”

“Seawater, if I have to be your mermaid…” she smiled. She started to enjoy the game.

“I think they are not furnished of it. A glass of water will be the same, or something different?”

“Your choice. I will drink what you want, if you will be my companion…”

“As you desire, my mermaid. But I saw you were with another girl, a masked one. She won’t have problems if we…”

“I don’t think so. But here she arrives, we can ask her. Reby!!”

“Some problem, Ilaria? Bob was noising as usual?” she asked, giggling. “Always searching your mermaid, diver?”

“I found her, I think, but I had not recognised you, Reby. Can I be the knight of this mermaid for the night?”

“As you want. Pay attention, she is my friend, so don’t play too much with her, OK?”

“I will be calm as a dead fish…”

“Or you will become a dead fish…” she smiled, leaving the two blondes.

“I’m sorry, she wanted not to be so rude, I’m sure…”

“Not polite? Who? Rebecca? She is adorable, and she is the gentlest mistress of this Earth!”

“Mistress?”

“Ilaria, I will explain to you, but before, something to drink. Give me a minute, and I will return with something fresh and tasty…”

He disappeared in the crowd and returned some time after, holding two glasses and a bottle of champagne.

“You are crazy…” she smiled, then she laughed.

“Why? Only because they don’t have Dom Pérignon, it’s not a good reason to call me crazy!” he returned the smile, then poured the drink in the glasses and gave gently one of them to her.

“Prosit!” he told her, drinking it.

Some time, and many empty glasses after, Bob and Ila were chatting as old friends and young lovers, kissing slowly and giggling.

“Oh, I can see that you two are good friends, no?” smiled the redhead sitting at the table with them.

“Ehhr, yes, it can be said…”

“Ila, no problem, it’s not necessary to blush as a tomato… Bob, I can steal your mermaid just a minute?”

“Yes, Reby. I can ask you why? I did something wrong?”

“Not at all. It’s just that this night there is the Karaoke competition, as every first of the month, and I’m quite sure this time we will win it!”

“We?” asked the blonde.

“Me and you, silly one! You have a voice that is like candies for a baby, and I want to try to win something as a duo…”

“Sing something? In front of all these people? No, no!”

“Ila, come on, or I will forget where I put the key of your catsuit!”

“I don’t mind. I like my new skin, I can live with it over…”

“But your hands? Come on, Ila…”

“I also like to be mittened. Bob did all for me, it’s like being a baby, I like it!”

“Dear, if really you have a voice as a mermaid you are, please, let me hear you…” Bob begged, taking her hand on his ones.

She sighed, then she smiled and nodded with her head.

“Good girl!” shouted Rebecca. “Now hurry, our turn is at the end of the next song…”

The two arrived at the back of the little flooring prepared for the challengers, and then Reby extracted the bag and the tape.

“They are for what?”

“For you. I’m masked, and you aren’t. So I thought that in this way there’d be more fun…”

“But where you want to put it? On my head? No, no!”

“Come on, it will be fun! And you will be proud of yourself, if you’re able to sing a whole song bagged…”

“But what if I run out of air?”

“There are so many people… Someone will help you, no?”

Ila thought a little, then smiled and nodded.

“I’m deep in this, deeper is not strange!” she said, and stood immobile while Rebecca pushed the bag, full of air, over Ilaria head, and then she sealed at her neck it with some round of tape.

“Breath slowly, or you won’t have enough air!”

The blonde nodded.

They went on the stage, and went silent.

“She really wants to sing bagged?” asked a girl to her boyfriend, both dressed in leather as two centaurs.

“No, no, I’m sure she has some holes. Only a crazy… or a completely lovely female… would do it!” he answered, looking at the lights over the latex body.

Rebecca sang perfectly, following Ilaria, that was the first voice, but she noted that the girl was breathing more and more. She was also aroused at the thought of fainting with her head bagged in front of all those people.

She smiled under her mask and went to her friend for the final, where they had to continue to sing a single note as long as they could.

They started, and both continued until they ran completely out of air.

The audience clapped as in front of the “Three tenors”, and Rebecca curtseyed as Ilaria, who was panting and gasping in the already fogged bag.

They stood on the stage for another minute, then they ran backstage, where Reby was ready to unbag Ilaria, but when the redhead touched her neck, the blonde shook her head.

“I can manage to stay a little more inside. We can go to the table, I want to be seen by Bob…”

“As you want, but please, don’t push yourself over the limit…”

Ilaria breathed deeply, gluing the bag to her face while she smiled, and they went to the table, where the man was looking at them as if he were looking at two angels.

“Ila, you are…”

She breathed to answer him, the warm breath tickling her face.

“I’m bagged, yes! You are a diver, and I can’t go underwater without holding my breath. I have no…” she stopped, breathing all the air inside the bag, freezing her face expression, her lips parted and glistening under the plastic. Then she exhaled again, “…no way to breathe underwater, so this is the best solution. A fetish diver and a fetish mermaid. I need only one thing. I can’t do with my mittens. Could you please t…” she stopped, breathing again all the air.

“Mmmmghhtt! Mmmmmggg!” she mumbled, pointing her breasts and her crotch.

“What do you need?” asked Reby, understanding perfectly what she wanted. “I go to ask for help. Bob, try to understand…” she said laughing and leaving the two friends.

Bob was perplexed, and Ilaria was near to faint, but she arrived to grab the gloved hands of Bob and push them over her breasts, then she moved the mittens on her crotch, and rubber it.

Bob smiled, and massaged her, until, some seconds after, while Ila was looking at stars and black lines over her eyes, she grunted and fainted during the biggest orgasm of all her life.

She collapsed on the sofa where she was seated. Bob understood what to do, but he lost some seconds more kissing her opened, in a perfect O-shape, lips, then he freed the blonde from the bag, until she woke up.

“How are you?”

“Fine, Bob, fine!”

“You are crazy! You did as if it were the first time you were bagged…”

“But I was…”

“You’re a breath play and rubber fetishist?”

“Not at all until now… Can we do it again, but please, wait a bit more before you free me from the bag…”

They kissed, while, hidden by a column, Rebecca smiled under her mask and disappeared in the crowd, starting to dance again.