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As I took the package from the delivery man's
hands,
I was sure he must have an idea to its contents from the excitement
on my face. I shakily signed the clipboard he carried and he wished
me a nice day with a knowing smile on his face. I mutterred some
benality and closed the door with the package cradled in my arms.
I leaned my back against the door and slid to the floor. Tape and
brown wrapping paper flew in all directions as I eagerly tore open
the box. The first thing I came to was the waybill which I quickly
scanned. Good, no backorders! Soft white tissue paper rested on
top of what I knew was the prize. I carefully lifted it away and
inhaled the unmistakeable scent of latex. Lots of latex. I stuck
my hand in the black rubbery pile of goods and pulled out the first
piece. It was an inflatable hood. Three tubes dangled from it, two
with bulbs for inflation. I knew that the remaining latex in the
box was but one item, the catsuit I'd been yearning for. I put the
hood aside and stood up. I lifted the catsuit out of the box and
let it unfold. It also had a tube with a squeeze bulb dangling from
it, however this tube swayed back and forth between the legs. Out
of habit, I peered in the box one last time. I knew I had only ordered
two items, but habits are hard to break. Sure enough, under one
more piece of tissue paper was a third item. What in the world?
It was a bulky sealed manila envelope. I laid down the catsuit and
ripped it open. A small note was the first thing I fished out. It
thanked me for my order, said it hoped I enjoyed my purchase as
well as my bonus gift. I stuck my hand down in the envelope further
and felt the unmistakable feel of latex. I pulled out the item carefully
and examined it. It was a pair of crotchless latex bermuda shorts.
How delightful!
I gathered up all the items and placed them gently back in the
box. Lifting the box, I kicked the wrapping paper and tape to one
side and dashed through the foyer and up the stairs to my room.
I laid the garments out on the bed and tossed the box to the side.
I rummaged in my closet for a few moments and pulled out the items
I already had to make the outfit complete.
I took one more longing look at the ensemble before heading
to the master bath to bathe, shave and powder my body.
While I was soaking in the relaxing steamy bath, I heard my
husband's key in the front door. I heard the familiar squeak of
the massive door as it opened and then my husband's voice, "Ooh
hoo!" He must've seen the tape and wrapping paper and known
that the items we ordered had arrived. Since the kids were at Grandma's
for the weekend we could play to our hearts' content. I heard him
head for the laundry room to ditch his work clothes. Clinking and
clanking from the kitchen let me know he had decided to fix a snack
before coming upstairs. I finished bathing and shaving and climbed
out of the tub. I toweled my body dry and dried my short dark hair
with the blow dryer. I put the towels down on the floor and began
dusting myself with the talcum powder.
Before I could finish with the powder I heard my husband enter
our bedroom. I listened as the bed squeaked as he sat down on it
and I could hear the sound of him moving the items on it around
as he inspected them. As I came back into the bedroom I could see
the gleam in his eyes. He looked up at my freshly powdered body
and said, "Well what are you waiting on? I can't wait to see
you in these!" We both laughed for a moment and then I crossed
the room to stand in front of him. I kissed him quickly and replied,
"Me either!"
"So where did the shorts come from?"
"They sent them as a bonus gift with our order."
"I'm impressed. We'll be ordering from them again then."
I nodded my agreement, and sat beside him on the bed. He lifted
up the catsuit and held it out to me. I took it from him and slid
my foot into one of the legs. The latex hugged my foot and ankle
snugly. The thickness of the rubber was just right and felt wonderful
as I slid it up my leg a bit. I put the other foot into the second
leg of the garment and stood up. My husband helped me to work the
suit up my legs and thighs. When we got to the crotch with its vaginal
sheath and inflatable anal rod, my husband decided that that should
be the last thing before he zipped me up. He lifted the front of
the garment and helped me get my arms down into the gloved sleeves.
He then gently pushed the vaginal sheath into place and inserted
the inflatable anal rod. I was getting so worked up! He deftly pulled
the zipper up and as he did so the latex hugged my torso tightly.
The suit fit like a second skin. Delightful! He ran his hands over
my latex clad body, working out any air bubbles and smoothing what
few wrinkles there were. I could tell he was getting worked up as
well from the sizeable bulge in his jeans.
He smiled and picked up the bermuda shorts. "What a bonus!"
he grinned. He helped me keep my balance as I worked them up over
the catsuit. The squeeze bulb and its tube that had been dangling
between my legs was now held against the small of my back by the
top of the shorts. I saw him gaze at the bed to see what should
come next and his eyes came to rest on the leather corset. It is
heavily boned and quite restrictive. He smiled and reached for it.
I merely turned and held on to the bedpost for support as he slipped
it around my waist and began to draw it tight. The front of the
corset has hooks and eyes so it doesn't have to be relaced each
time it is worn. Whoever thought that up deserves a great big hug
and a pat on the back. As the laces were drawn tight in the back
I had to hold tight to the bedpost to keep my balance. My husband
is a strong man and he was determined to reduce my waist to its
smallest size. I felt him doing something different than normal
when he reached the last few inches of laces though. He must've
sensed my curiosity because he told me that he was working the bulb
for the anal rod through the laces so he could reach it more readily.
Clever.
At last he was done with the lacing. My waist must have been
at least four inches smaller, maybe more. I couldn't bend at the
waist anymore due to the heavy boning in the corset, but I could
sit. I sat down on the bed somewhat gingerly due to the anal rod,
but I wasn't overly uncomfortable. My husband then proclaimed that
I should be wearing some shoes to protect the feet of the catsuit.
He looked at the bed and scowled a bit, not finding what he was
looking for. He went to the closet and pulled out the shoes I dreaded
the most. The heels were a good seven inches. The toes pointed straight
down to the ground. They were torture shoes and it was impossible
for me to walk in them. He grinned wickedly and knelt in front of
me like the prince in Cinderella, holding the first shoe out for
me. I lifted my foot off of the floor and he worked the shoe onto
my foot, lacing it tightly. He did the same with the other shoe.
Now I was unable to stand, so I sat meekly on the bed awaiting his
next move.
He found my set of elbow length latex gloves in the pile left
on the bed and added a second layer of rubber to my already gloved
hands and arms. My manual dexterity would be severly hampered by
this I knew. Evidently he knew it too, because he dug around for
the wrist length latex gloves next. Soon I was wearing three layers
of latex on my hands. So much for doing anything detailed with my
fingers.
I knew what the last item would be and the thought of it excited
me as well as frightened me. He picked up the inflatable hood and
looked at me. "You know once you have this on you won't be
able to back out of spending the weekend like this." I just
nodded. A rush of pleasure ran through me at the thought. It took
a bit of work to get the hood on, but he finally had it started
over my head. He inserted the breathe-thru pump gag into my mouth
and pulled it the rest of the way down over my head and neck. I
was completely blind now and my only source of air was the breathing
tube. I could feel and taste the uninflated gag in my mouth.
I could hear the muted sounds of my husband gathering items
off of the bed and the tinkle of keys. I felt him putting ankle
cuffs on me and locking them in place. They were followed by locking
wrist cuffs and then by a bondage belt. He ran his hands over my
shoulders a moment and then placed the locking collar around my
neck. "You are my little rubber fuck toy now." I shivered
with the thrill the words brought to me.
"Place your hands on the sides of your head."
I did as was told and felt the hood start to inflate. The inner
layer of latex began to mold itself to my face as the air forced
it tighter and tighter against my skin. Soon the hood was inflated
to the point where I could no longer open my eyelids. My hands felt
as if they were holding a beach ball. That is when I felt the gag
in my mouth start to balloon up. It filled my mouth completely.
My husband directed me to try and say something. All I could produce
was a tiny bit of sound around the huge gag.
A few moments passed as my husband cleared off the bed. He then
laid me back on it gently and used the wrist and ankle cuffs to
chain me spread eagle to it. I was helpless. He began moving his
hands over my rubber clad body and commenting on how sexy it was.
He moved his fingers over my crotch teasing me unmercilessly. He
slid his fingers into the vaginal sheath as he moved his mouth to
my latex covered pussy. I could feel the heat of his mouth and the
pressure of his tongue, but even though he stayed there a while
it wasn't long enough to allow me to come. It was maddening. I was
so horny, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. I couldn't
even speak to beg him to let me come.
When he knew he had me worked into a frenzy he unchained me
from the bed and put me down on the floor on my hands and knees.
I felt him grab the squeeze bulb at the small of my back. He gave
it three pumps at first and the rod in my ass felt as large as the
largest butt plug I'd ever had in. Another squeeze and I was sure
it was as big as it could get. My asshole was throbbing and I began
to try to crawl away.
"Don't try to get away from me slave. There will be consequences
if you do." With that he gave the gag in my mouth another pump
of air, pushing my jaws even further apart. I stopped trying to
crawl away immediately. He reached down under me and began to finger
me through the latex. I was in heaven again, the rod and the gag
momentarily forgotten. Just as I thought I would come for sure,
he inflated the rod in my ass some more.
We continued like that for what seemed hours. He would purposefully
and skillfully get me relaxed and to the brink of orgasm and then
inflate the rod in my ass yet again. At one point he knelt behind
me and pushed himself into the vaginal sheath, fucking me doggy
style, only to give the anal rod's bulb two squeezes as he came.
I couldn't help myself, I tried to crawl away, and that resulted
in a third squeeze and another squeeze to the bulb on my pump gag.
I think he must've known it was all I could stand. He lifted
me up onto the bed and once again tied me spread eagle to the bed.
He allowed me to rest there for about an hour I guess, and then
he asked me how my ass was doing. I couldn't reply and he knew it.
He asked me if I could stand some more inflation if I were allowed
to come. I shook my head no. He teased my crotch with his mouth,
bringing me once again to the brink. He asked me the same question
again. In my desire to come I shook my head yes. He returned his
mouth to my latex covered pussy and slid his hand under the small
of my back to grab the squeeze bulb. He brought me to the brink
three times, giving the bulb a squeeze with each. My ass felt as
if it had a telephone pole up it. Finally, he let me go over the
edge to orgasm, deflating the anal rod as I came. He then deflated
my gag and my hood as well.
He undressed me piece by piece and I was finally free of my
latex prison. He allowed me to shower quickly to remove the sweat
from my body. When I returned from the shower he tied me to the
bed yet again, this time in the all fours position with a spreader
bar between my knees. He then proceeded to fuck my stretched out
asshole with abandon. When he was done he undid my arms and legs
but left the spreader bar in place.
He had me waddle to the bathroom and lifted me into the tub.
He tied my wrists to the shower curtain rod securely and prepared
an enema for me. He told me I had to hold it or we'd begin the entire
day's activities again in the morning. He inserted the enema nozzle
into my rectum. It used to feel large, but now I could barely feel
it slide in. He let the enema bag empty into my bowels rather quickly
and I could feel the pressure building. The instant he removed the
nozzle I felt water gushing down the insides of my legs. My ass
had been so stretched that it was impossible for me to hold the
water in. He showered me off with the shower massage and he untied
me. He removed the spreader bar from my knees and held both of my
hands. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Let's go to bed.
You'll need your rest for tomorrow."
Story Submitted By"Catawba"
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