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In The Beginning ...
"Ladies and gentlemen, we’re entering our final approach
to Toronto Airport, it’s a beautiful 22 degrees Celsius and
the air is clear. Thank you for flying with us."
I didn’t have to buckle my seatbelt - it had been snug
around my waist since I boarded the plane back in Winnipeg. I craned
to look out the window. We were passing over rows of cars and the
401 west. I wondered if she was in that line up. Which car was hers?
I had made this flight many times before, but I swear that this
time the pilot had routed us via Melbourne. I’m sure it was
nerves, but I couldn’t wait to get my feet back on the ground!
Actually, I know it was nerves - my palms were sweaty, and I could
feel the perspiration in my underarms.
But it was more than nerves, too, because beneath my Gianni
Filacci suit I wore a sleek, shiny second skin.
I was going to meet my Latex Lover for the first time, and as
Mistress Rachael had instructed, I was properly dressed for it.
A form fitting black latex shirt encased my upper torso and arms,
matching black latex tights smoothed their way down my legs. A pair
of shiny latex stockings provided double coverage and ensured that
only my hands, neck and head were not properly sheathed. Of course,
the tights were crotchless, so that other parts of me were also
exposed.
I was hot, nervous, excited, eager.
God, when are we going to touch down!
It was an eternity later, but I was finally disembarked - nice
word! I did not bring anything other than carry-on, so I bypassed
the convoluted routes to the baggage carousel and headed straight
for the door. Drawing myself up to my full 5’11”, I scanned
the crowd for the lady I had neverseen before. She told me she would
make it easy for me to recognize her... and I did.
Mistress Rachael was a vision. Tall at 5’6’, her heels
made her even more so. Short, dark hair styled in a very becoming
fashion outlined her face. Large brown eyes, skin so fresh, healthy
looking, rich full lips the colour of ripe cherries. She would have
stood out in any crowd, even without the form fitting ribbon dress
that adorned her. I had only seen pictures of this style before,
and she wore it well. Form fitting, seamless one piece black latex,
with a smart red ribbon design encircling the skirt. Gorgeous! Absolutely
breathtaking.
I hurried my pace and went straight to her.
“Rachael?” I asked, hopefully.
She looked me right in the eye, then scanned me from top to
bottom. I blushed. Not a word did she speak. She stepped forward,
slender arms reaching out. Long fingers, nails painted a shiny black
with a delicate red ribbon stripe to match her dress, encircled
my head and pulled me close. She pressed her lips against mine.
Soft, pillowy cushions which quickly became forceful, grinding into
mine, taking my breath away. I felt her hot wet tongue against my
teeth. I opened my mouth to take her inside me.
Heaven!
She broke the kiss as quickly as she started. Turning on her
heel, she spoke for the first time.
“Hello Gordon. Follow me.”
She was half my age (well, slightly more than half), but I would
have followed her anywhere.
Mistress Rachael led me to a minivan. The windows were tinted
dark.
“Did you prepare yourself the way I instructed?” she
asked. Her voice was like the summer breeze on a field of wheat.
Yes, Mistress, I stammered.
She opened the side door of the van. She held out her hand for
me to grasp.
Help me in, and then follow.
Inside the van I could see a pile of straps and miscellaneous
things, and a pet crate big enough for a large dog.
Strip.
I obeyed, peeling down to the layer of latex which hugged my
body.
Mistress Rachael licked her lips.
Not bad, not bad at all, she said with an evil glint in her
eyes.
Kneel down.
She talked as she prepared me for the trip to her home.
My home is about two hours away, she explained, slipping a pair
of latex bondage mitts on my hands. I could only make fists in the
tight confines of the rubber. And I want you to enjoy the ride.
She came at me with something large and dark in her hands. A rubber
hood was pulled over my head, the second last part of my anatomy
to be covered by latex. Instantly I was plunged into darkness -
the hood had no eye holes!
Now, I dont want you to suffocate, so Im not going to gag you.
Yet.
I felt an incredible pressure surround and embrace my head as
she inflated the hood. I was totally cut off from sight and taste,
sound was dampened. The sharp heady aroma of rubber filled my olfactory
senses.
A smack against my flank made me start. From far away I could
hear her order me to crawl backwards into the open crate. She told
me to lie on my side, hands behind me.
In a flash I knew what all those straps were for. My hands were
bound behind me, my ankles and knees similarly strapped together.
Another strap circled my chest, pinning my arms to my sides. A final
strap pulled my ankles up behind me as Mistress Rachael bent me
into a hogtie.
Throwing a heavy blanket over me, She closed the door to the
crate.
Think about that kiss, my new slave Gordon, she purred, Think
about it all the way to London. Were going to have lots of fun this
weekend!
I couldnt move inside the crate. The heavy rubber covered me
from heads to toe, the blanket prevented all my body heat from escaping.
Already covered by a slim film of sweat, the encasement ensured
I would probably lose a couple of pounds before the trip was over!
I felt the van lurch as we backed out of the parking stall.
We were on the road to her home ... and to who knows what?
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I had not caused a ripple of recognition when I entered the
airport but when I left eyes were all over my lithe, rubber clad
form. Once in the cab of the van I removed my shiny black six inch
high stiletto heeled court shoes and put my trainers on. Then I
put my heavy black mackintosh on and belted it up. After all I didn't
want any heads turning whilst I was driving back to the house. It
was dark when we arrived at our destination even though it was only
about a two hour drive. The house had small driveway which was partly
hidden by a tall hedgerow. I climbed back in the back of the van
after removing the 'mac' and slipping my high heels back on. After
all, I had to look the part.
"How are you my little pet? Don't answer. I know how you
are. Excited and terrified." I said. I placed a blindfold around
his eyes. Then a wide, studded leather dog collar. I wasn't finished,
yet. As he was lying on his side I took his balls in my hand and
clamped them between two straight, flat metal bars which hinged
at one end and fastened at the other with a padlock and a little
feature of my own, a bell. Withthis device on my little pet would
be unable to stand unless they wanted some pain on their scrotum.
The bars were as wide as his thighs and rested on the top of them.
I led him with the lead and tied him outside while I unloaded the
van, which I had borrowed. Eventually I brought him in the house
and down into the basement.
I went down the concrete steps first, leading my pet behind
me, stiletto heels echoing with each step further down into the
basement.
"Strip off, slave." I ordered. After all, one has
to examine the merchandise for defects. "I think I shall call
you, Gopher. What do think, my little pet?" I asked, then adding,
"Nod if you agree. But beware of your answer," I said
with a smile on my lips. "You will only speak when I let you
speak. At all times you will obey me. Failure to do so may result
in punishment or 'treats' being taken away from you." I said
brightly, tapping him on the bottom with my latex gloved hand. "Now
go and have a shower and clean yourself up. I've put some clothes
out for you to wear."
I removed the bars from his scrotum and the collar. I showed
him where everything was. It was a large well lit basement with
a shower, bath and toilet in one corner. It was brick throughout
apart from the bathroom corner which was tiled in white.
There were various cages, pulleys, chains, boxes, gym equipment,
table and chairs, cupboards, a St. Andrews cross and even an Iron
framed bed. This would be his home for a week. No time for sight
seeing for my visitor. One has to be hospitable to ones guests.
In one corner of the large basment was a table laid out and
covered with a rubber table cloth and two large lit candles. The
high backed wooden seats were also covered in latex. My guest was
wearing a skin tight black latex catsuit. Around his waist was a
beautiful heavy rubber corset which I helped him into, lacing him
in it nice and tightly, reducing his waist by four inches. His penis
and balls were sheathed in thick moulded latex. This was detachable
as was a covering over his anus. His fingers were trapped inside
thick rubber mittens and his feet inside heel less ballet boots,
toes pointing down towards the floor. To complete the effect I had
him wear a full face lace up hood, with long tubes inserted into
his nostrils and which then fed into a small rebreather bag which
hung down in front of him like a giant necklace. A neck corset which
rested under his chin completed his outfit. I placed a pump-up blindfold
over his eyes and buckled it into place. I was quite simply dressed.
Latex g-string, latex bra, and a short thigh high black latex dress,
very low cut at the front to show off my impressive bosom, which
laced up at the back. I had beautiful six inch steel stiletto heeled
sandals which showed off my red toe nails. I also had matching red
finger nails and lipstick. To top it all I had small diamond earrings
in.
Now we proceeded to have the first course, soup.
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I don't think I will ever forget that first dinner with Rachael.
Hell, the whole evening! It was an incredible experience, beyond
imaginations and expectations.
After being bound hand and foot, bundled into a dog kennel and
covered with a heavy blanket, all for the ride to her home, I was
a stiff, sore and sweaty mess. I think I could identify each and
every bump and pothole in the many roads we travelled, because I
swear I felt them all!
No matter, Rachael had given a great deal of thought to the
week we were to spend together, and she let me know right away who
was going to be in charge. I had no sooner been dragged out of the
kennel when what felt like a vice was clamped on my testicles! I
found out later that it was a fiendish device of her own manufacture,
complete with a little bell. Even when my legs were freed, I could
not stand upright - I crawled behind her across the yard. I think
she fastened the lead to a tree in the yard, but no matter, the
point is, I was staked out in the sun while she did whatever it
was she was doing. The sun was hot; I would have been burned if
I had not been dressed head to toe in latex. As it was, I was literally
stewing in my own juices.
Finally, I was led indoors. We descended down a flight of stairs
- I moved very gingerly thanks to the vice still gripping my balls.
To my great relief, I was unbound, the blindfold removed.
"Strip off, slave." Rachael ordered. In spite of my
stiff limbs, I obeyed immediately. I peeled the now dusty latex
covering from my body. The crotchless leggings gave me some trouble,
for my balls were still clamped - at last I could see what she had
done to me!
"I think I shall call you, Gopher. What do think, my little
pet?" she said as I stripped. "Nod if you agree. But beware
of your answer. You will only speak when I let you speak. At all
times you will obey me. Failure to do so may result in punishment
or 'treats' being taken away from you."
I nodded my consent. I was rewarded by a pat on the bottom with
her latex gloved hand.
"Now go and have a shower and clean yourself up. I've put
some clothes out for you to wear."
At long last, the bars were removed from my scrotum.
Rachael pointed to the shower, then turned on her heel and ascended
the stairs. I watched her as she climbed to the upper part of her
house. She swayed sensually, exuding an aura of confident femininity
that captivated me as it would have any man, or woman for that matter.
I entered the shower. The hot water was delightful, refreshing,
cleansing. What a relief it was to scrub myself clean. As I towelled
myself dry, I noticed a pile of latex clothing had been laid out
on the bed. Obviously I was to dress for the evening ahead.
I powdered myself all over, then wriggled into the form fitting
black latex catsuit. It was a snug fit, but then, it was supposed
to be that way. One could almost see my chest hairs impressed into
the latex; my nipples were a certainty. Slowly, enjoying the sensation,
I smoothed the shiny latex to my body. My cock began to swell inside
its sheath of thick moulded latex at the sheer pleasure of feeling
that second skin against my own.
Looking down, I noticed a pair of boots at the foot of the bed.
Realizing they were for me, I slid my feet into them, laced the
uppers tight against my ankles. I stood, wobbling in the unaccustomed
position of standing on my toes. Mistress had provided me with ballet
boots, and I hoped I could walk in them!
I had no sooner taken the first few tentative steps, when I
heard footsteps on the stairs. I froze in place.
Good, youre almost ready. Mistress Rachael had returned. Stay
where you are, I would like to finish your wardrobe. And then well
have some dinner.
She gave me a light peck on the cheek as she passed by me and
opened a cupboard.
I gasped as she fitted a latex corset about my waist. Its constrictions
forced the air from my body.
Rachael then took my hands and fitted rubber bondage mitts on
them. Pushing on my chest, she forced me back to the bed. I sat
mutely, breathlessly, as she fitted a full face, lace up helmet
over my head. With a few minor adjustments, I was now breathing
into a bag which bounced against my latex covered chest.
Mistress snugged a second, smaller corset about my neck. I could
hardly move my head from side to side; down or up was out of the
question. An inflatable blindfold made sure I could not see.
Taking my hand, Mistress led me to the table and chair I had
noticed earlier.
The first course is a delicious soup, my new pet, she cooed,
caressing my latex covered face with her hand.
I sat erect in my chair, unable to eat in my bondage.
Not eating your soup, my little gopher? Rachael mused. Helmeted
as I was, I could not reply. Oh, the rebreather must be getting
in your way! she laughed. Well, Ill fix that for you!
Suddenly my mouth was freed and exposed. In the darkness, I
fumbled with finding a utensil with which to eat. I realized I would
have to grasp it with both hands.
This will be interesting, Mistress said. Her tone changed. Dont
make a mess!
Yes Mistress, I replied. Clumsily I grasped the spoon? with
both hands, and, fumbling, scooped up some of the broth. I leaned
forward to take it into my mouth. Some made it inside me, most dribbled
down my chin and cheek. To my surprise, it was cold, and the rich
taste of strawberries exploding against my tastebuds.
Rachaels laugh pealed into the room like exquisite silver temple
bells.
Again! Another spoonful!
I thrust the spoon back into the delicious broth but alas, the
result was the same. Rivulets of the strawberry soup ran down my
lips and chin.
Clumsy, clumsy clumsy! Rachael chided, a strong tone of amusement
in her voice. Here, eat your soup the way a gopher should. And try
to be neater!
With a tug on my neck corset, she pulled me to the floor on
all fours. I heard the bowl being placed on the concrete. My head
was pushed down into the delightful strawberry soup. I lapped at
it like an animal. It was delicious!
A pull on my neck corset raised my head from the bowl. I sat
back on my heels, arms at my sides, cold strawberry soup smeared
all over my face.
The touch of her tongue against my flesh sent a lightning bolt
of desire through my latex encased body. With the second touch,
I could feel the familiar tinglings in my groin as blood rushed
to it.
Look at you, Mistress Rachael whispered as she licked the soup
from my face.Youre a mess.
I moaned in desire at her touch. The scent of her overwhelmed
me. Her hot, moist tongue was leaving ribbons of fiery passion everywhere
it touched me. It was, without question, the most erotic moment
of my life.
And then she was gone. I heard the scraping of the bowl as she
picked it up from the floor, then the click of her heels as she
rose to the kitchen in the floor above.
I didnt move. I was paralyzed with desire for this magical creature
I had only seen in glimpses for the first time today. Conjuring
up her image was easy - Rachael at the airport, resplendent in the
latex ribbon dress; Rachael, majestic and erotic in a thigh high
black latex dress, sleek yet muscular legs, delicate feet in stiletto
heels ... My skin burned where her tongue had visited.
More footsteps on the stairs. Blindfolded as I was, I could
only hear her coming toward me. the sound of a single dish being
placed on the rubber tablecloth.
Come here, and kneel at my feet.
The ballet boots and rubber bondage mitts made me arch my back
like a borzoi as I wended my way to her. The delicious aroma of
chicken, interspersed with the scent of lime, caressed my olfactory
nerves. My mouth watered.
Mistress pressed a piece of the warm chicken against my lips.
I opened my mouth, eagerly accepting her hand feeding.
Good gopher, she cooed. Do you like cornish hen?
Yes Mistress, I replied.
I waited there at her feet, willing to accept whatever crumbs
she deigned to pass my way. Not a lot, just enough to tantalize.
The bitter greens of salad was fed to me in a like manner.
She pushed her chair away from the table.
That was tasty, Rachael exclaimed. She fastened a lead to my
neck corset. I will enjoy my dessert later. But you will have yours
now, my pet. Enjoy it!
She pushed my head down to her dainty sandaled foot. I kissed
the top of her high arch, savoring the taste of my new found latex
lover. Gently, I placed butterfly kisses on her warm flesh. I probed
her toes with my tongue, reveling in the hardness of the bright
red nails contrasting against the softness of her skin. I took her
foot in my mitted hands, trying to cover its entire surface with
kisses and caresses. I heard a catch in her breath as I took her
big toe in my mouth, gently nibbling it before suckling like a kitten
on a teat.
Rachael placed her other foot before me, and I gave it the same
attention.
Its a good thing that rubber stretches, for the more I worshipped
at her feet, the harder I became.
Mmm, thats nice, she said, but she pulled her feet away. I stayed
where I was, head bowed.
Pulling on the lead, Rachael led me away from the table. She
stopped, and ordered me to spread my legs. I obeyed, to find she
snapped leather cuffs around my ankles. I could not put my feet
together, for a 3 foot metal bar was attached to each cuff. My hands
received the same treatment. I heard the sound of chains slithering
on a pulley, and felt my hands being raised over my head.
Rachael removed the blindfold. I blinked in the light.
I think I will have my dessert now, she said. A wicked smile
curled across her face.
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My 'gopher' was slowly hoisted into the air so that he hung
spreadeagled, face up in the air. It's amazing what electricity
can do. After all I didn't want to break out in a sweat.
I then fitted a leather harness around his middle with two wires
either side of him so that when the ankle and wrist chains were
removed, I could spin him around with his waist as the axis. I pulled
his arms up so that they were perpendicualr to the ground.
I walked up to him, pulled my skirt up and then sat on his face.
The look in his eyes when I did so was worth the price of admission.
His nose settled into my anus as I ground down on it. That felt
good. Then his tongue started working on my vaginal lips and the
entrance to my pussy.
I grinded into his latex covered face, slowly rotating my hips.
With my free hands, I released his crotch strapping, freeing his
aching manhood. It was very rigid, standing there like an obscene
broom handle. It glistened slightly under the lights after I had
unlocked the ziploc fastened latex sheath like a pink and purple
angry bannana.
I could feel a tingling in my pert, hard nipples as they pressed
against the tight latex of my dress. I squeezed one of them between
my thumb and forefinger. A shiver of anticipation travelled down
my back just as his tongue touched my clitoris. I squirmed as I
felt myself sliding over his face. I deeply inhaled my own lubrication
as I breathed in hard.
"Now for my dessert," I said, licking my lips. I went
down on his member.
Rubbing my teeth on the head and then licking the gap in the
head with my tongue, tasting latex and salt. I squeezed his balls
with my hand and shook them slightly. The pressure was building.
His muscles, tendons and sinews becoming rigid and tensing.
I could feel his tongue probing into my vagina. It felt good.
My leg muscles were tensing up now. My heels were finding it hard
to stay on the floor as the tendons in my legs started to twitch.
A bead of perspiration trickled down my breasts. My body was becoming
tense, I could feel myself to start to flush.
Oh my god, oh my god. Here...it....is.....! Christ.
I shook and my muslces contracted, tendons stretched, sinews
flexed, blood pumped around my body bringing an intense flush to
my checks, breasts, ears.
I came, my mouth opened as I screamed and the hot jism spurted
into my mouth hitting the back of my throat.
I collapsed, my weight support by gopher. I got off and straightened
my dress as I walked around his body.
Licking my lips , I said, "Not bad, could do with some
more cream."
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Story Submitted By "Fox"
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