FANTASY WRITING CONTEST #3

ENTRY #1

Stress Relief

A cool breeze blew in from the open window, sending a refreshing breath of
summer air to the waking beauty’s mouth. Without opening her eyes she knew
that her lover had already left their bed, and by the smell of hot fresh coffee, he’d
left to make breakfast. She smiled, remembering their night of passion that had
left her in such a restful state. She stretched slightly and moved as if to rise, but
was startled to find herself unable to. In a brief moment of panic she 
struggled, only to discover she was securely bound to the bed.
She calmed herself and leaned back to admire the knotted silk scarves that
tied her wrists to the posts of the wrought-iron headboard. She couldn’t 
see them, but she could feel the same silk knots binding her ankles together. 
When she did maneuver enough to look down at her body she was surprised to find
that her apparel had changed somewhere in the night too. Where she had 
fallen asleep naked in her lover’s bed late last night, she was now tightly encased 
in a stunning latex ensemble.
She knew there was a collar around her neck and felt a piece of it extended
down and attached to the top of a red latex halter-top. She could see that 
the halter-top was tied in a knot in the middle of her chest, lifting and 
separating her firm perky breasts. The latex felt smooth and cool against her skin and 
very tight around her chest when she took a deep breath. She saw too that the top left 
her midriff rather exposed to the cool morning air. Starting at about her hips 
was a long tight hobble skirt of red latex matching that of the top. A zipper ran 
the length of the skirt, right between her legs…unzipping from the bottom up. 
She admired how the morning sun danced on the well polished red skin she was now
wearing.
She knew she was a deep sleeper, but was dumbfounded as to how her lover
had accomplished this transformation without waking her. Turning her head 
to look at the clock on the night table, she found her answer. A damp clean 
white rag was sitting on the table beside an unmarked brown bottle…the bastard had
drugged her. She shook her head, smiled and laughed a little at this
realization…god she loved that man!

Her attention soon turned to the opening of the bedroom door and the
entrance of her lover. He walked into the room carrying a tray of breakfast 
and smiled at his captive princess. Placing the tray on the corner of the bed 
he stepped back to admire his handiwork. She could see that his outfit was 
even more impressive than hers was.
The first thing she had noticed, even before he entered the room, was the
clicking of high heels. He now stood before her in a pair of black shiny 
pumps with a single ankle strap and 4” spikes. From there up he wore a pair of 
silky black stocking that stopped at his thighs and were held there by a black 
latex garter-belt. She could barely make out the garter-belt as it was peeking 
out from under his black frilly latex skirt. Looking at the whole picture, he had 
donned a full latex version of a French-maid’s outfit. The shiny black dress barely 
covered his ass and manhood. The short flared skirt was covered with white satin 
apron tied tightly around his waist. The sleeves were black and bodice piece was
white, laced up the middle of his chest with black ribbon. The white latex 
top was scalloped to give him the illusion of cleavage, and the short black mod wig
completed the ensemble. She gasped slightly at the erotic sight of her 
male- maid, a sight that sent chills over her body.
He moved closer to her and kissed her gently on the lips, sat down next to 
her restrained body and brought the breakfast tray within his reach. He began 
to feed her little bites of the breakfast he had so lovingly prepared for her. 
Soon enough he was tilting her head with his hand, allowing her to sip at the 
fresh orange juice, and thereby finishing the meal. He took the carnation that 
had been sitting on the tray and brushed it over her lips. He rose and 
positioned himself at the foot of the bed. She smiled at the delightful sound of his 
high heels clicking against the hardwood floor and trembled at the anticipation.
He drew the flower across her bare tummy, over her latex skirt and tickled 
her bare ankles with it. Slowly he unzipped the latex skirt, stopping at the 
top to admire the smoothness of her legs and pussy. He untied the scarves that 
bound her ankles together, then bent her knees to spread her legs as wide as they
would go. He stood there admiring her now dripping wet sex. He fondled his erection
through the latex skirt and watched as she squirmed in hot desire. He 
crawled up over her body until he was nose to nose on top of her. He proceeded to 
grind his hips and his hard cock against her clit. She opened her mouth very wide 
as the passion washed over her, and he took the opportunity to kiss her hard 
and passionately.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He thrust his penis deep inside her tight wet
hole. She took it, and bucked her hips, and pulled at her restraints as he
pounded and thrust his huge cock into her over and over. The sound of the 
two latex lovers passionately engaged was earth shattering. He leaned forward 
to breathe in the sent of the latex that held her breasts so tightly. They 
continued in a rhythm of raw animal sex until he was ready to explode.
Sensing this, he pulled out of her warm slick pussy and straddled her chest 
so that her only view was that of his wet throbbing cock. He took it in hand 
and started stroking himself hard and quick. He reached his orgasm and hot 
white cum streamed out, drowning his lover’s face. She licked and swallowed what
she could, savoring every drop. She wanted more.
She struggled against her restraints, trying to beg him without using words.
Her breasts heaved, her hips twisted and…and she…she wanted…she wanted
to…

<<<~>>>

Dianne stopped typing, removed her reading glasses and tossed them to the
table beside her laptop. This was the worst case of writer’s block she had 
ever suffered and it showed no sign of letting up before her deadline. For years
Dianne had been writing erotic stories and fetish fantasies, selling them to
various erotic video producers and adult websites. Dianne’s specialty was
fetishes and her personal passions included the likes of BDSM, forced
feminization, sensory deprivation, role-playing and latex…especially latex. 
She was the featured author in at least eight different quality fetish sites 
that she knew of and had appeared at numerous conventions. This is how Dianne spent
a good part of her day at home while her husband, Bruce, was away at work.
Dianne’s latest speaking invite was to a Latex / Fetish convention scheduled
a week from now. Having read her work to a live audience at these 
conventions before, the upcoming engagement certainly wasn’t enough to cause her this
much stress…it was something else. She ran her latex gloved hands over her
face and tangled her fingers in her long dark hair. The latex gloves helped 
get her ‘in-the-mood’ while she was writing. They weren’t exactly the most 
practicalthings to wear while typing, so Dianne had cut the fingertips off this 
particular pair, showing off her deep red manicured nails. These gloves were her muse
most days, but even her shiny black second skin wasn’t enough to help her 
right now. Dianne was confident in the new story and was sure it would be a hit 
when she read it at the conference. Something else was stressing her out.
When Dianne read her stories, she managed to capture the audience with her
sweet and alluring voice, but there was always something missing as far as 
she was concerned. The audiences always seemed to need a bit more to focus on,
in a visual sense during her readings. Dianne had tried displaying slide 
shows behind her while she read, but the static pictures never did justice to the 
story and she felt as though she had cheated the audience. And she refused to 
have a scene or a movie version of her work playing, since she felt it detracted 
from her own performance. Things like that had all been done before anyway. 
Dianne wanted something spectacular this time around, something different, 
something that would keep their attention and make a lasting impression.
Again covering her face with her gloved hands, Dianne took a deep breath
and wracked her brain for ideas. Then she heard it. Glancing out the 
kitchen window she saw a taxi pulling into the driveway. Barbara was here, and a 
sweet evil grin came over Dianne’s face.

<<<~>>>

After a hot cup of coffee and an hour or two of ‘catching up on old times’,
Dianne had managed to describe her dilemma to Barbara. It had actually been
Bruce’s idea that the two girls get together for the few days he was out of 
town on business, if just to help Dianne unwind a little.
“Well,” Barbara had responded to Dianne’s creative block, “you’ve got me 
for a day or two, and if I can’t beat an idea out of you, no one can!” From 
there, the
two beautiful ladies retreated upstairs to unpack a few of Barbara’s new 
toys. As
the girls were examining in detail some of the new boots, whips and latex
costumes Barbara had brought, Dianne started to reminisce back to when she
and Bruce had first met this little kinky vixen.
It was at a Fetish retreat a year ago they were first introduced. 
Introduced was the wrong word…Bruce and Dianne had ‘bought’ Barbara for their personal
use at the retreat. It was Dianne’s valentine’s gift from a loving husband, 
her own personal latex slut slave. Barbara had caught the couple’s eye at the
retreat’s Slave Auction because of her costume. Barbara was dressed in a
Batgirl costume and had been paraded in chains across the stage. Purple 
latex from head to toe, long gloves, damned high heels and a stunning classic 
latex Batgirl mask and cape. Both Bruce and Dianne knew they had to have her! 
And it was money well spent.
During the week’s retreat the three became good friends beyond the purely
physical side of things. Still, Dianne would always remember the last night 
they spent there.
While Bruce thought that Dianne was out having lunch with Barbara, she was
able to surprise him by bursting into the room dressed in a full latex 
version of Catwoman’s costume. Black latex from head to toe, thigh-high black 5” spiked
boots and bullwhip in hand. Bruce was shocked and aroused at the sight. As 
he tried to approach her, Dianne wrapped the bullwhip around his neck and 
pulled him to his knees in front of her. Bruce immediately fell right into the 
role of her captive and surrendered his control.
Dianne, as Catwoman, bent down, ran a gloved hand under his chin and
purred. She tightened her grip on the whip around his neck, choking him a 
little and pulled him to his feet. She ran her fingers over Bruce’s bare chest and
walked quickly, almost dragging him behind her into the bedroom. Bruce was
torn between keeping the whip from choking him further and focusing his
attention on Dianne’s black latex ass. Reaching the bedroom, Dianne tossed
Bruce to the floor and ripped away his shorts, which left him naked and on 
all fours in front of the open window. Bruce made no attempt to move without 
being told, and he soon felt the sting of Catwoman’s whip on his bare ass. He
grimaced slightly with each snap. The crack sounded worse than the actual 
blow and Bruce tried hard not to let his enjoyment show.
After a short while the whipping stopped and Bruce’s ass was left a warm,
tender and just a little red. Dianne bent down and, like a good little  kitten, licked
Bruce’s wounds, straying only a few times to tease the underside of his 
balls with her warm wet tongue. She moved around to the front of her kneeling captive 
and positioned the toe of her right boot directly under his nose. Bruce raised 
his eyes upward to meet Dianne’s masked face, she licked her lips and he understood.
Moving his hand to the back of her calf Bruce began to kiss and lick at her 
boot. Just as Bruce was really starting to loose himself in his foot worship, 
Dianne growled and cracked her whip. Startled, Bruce reared up and fell back, 
colliding with someone behind him.
Bruce looked up and saw what Dianne had been growling at.
As though having arrived to make a rescue attempt, Barbara was there in
front of him in her latex Batgirl costume. She was standing with her legs 
spread apart and hands on hips in a true heroic pose. Bruce’s jaw dropped and his 
gaze went back and forth between the two latex super-women standing before him.
When Barbara turned to look him in the eye, he became shy and moved his
hands to cover his enormous erection that was near the point of exploding.
Batgirl moved forward as if to confront her foe. When she practically 
nearly nose to nose with Catwoman, the heroine fell to her knees in worship to the
dominating villain. Dianne surprised Bruce by reaching for her own chest and
removing two pieces of latex, freeing her firm temping breasts and hard 
nipples. She reached down and lifted Batgirl by the chin, bringing her face to her 
newly exposed breasts. Barbara took to the breast and nipples eagerly, tugging,
sucking, licking and nipping at them. Bruce could see the pleasure on both 
their faces and was desperate to join in with his own wet mouth, but he was too  afraid
of his punishment if he dared approach them. He watched and waited in eager
anticipation.
Dianne took Barbara over to the bed and set her on her knees facing the
headboard. Bending her over, Dianne forced the little slut to grasp the
headboard for balance. Dianne took her whip and lashed the ass of Batgirl 
once then used it to tie Batgirl’s hands securely to the posts. She removed the 
slut’s little cape and stoked her hooded head. Bruce watched as Catwoman kissed 
her way down Batgirl's back until she reached the shiny purple latex ass that he 
was so focused on. Dianne licked and bit at Barbara’s crotch and clit through 
the tight latex. Bruce, having gotten to his feet while the girls were busy, stood 
there watching and stroking his erection.
Dianne moved away, reached into the drawer of the nightstand to pull out a
Swiss-Army knife and extended the blade. She drew the flat of the blade 
across Barbara’s face and down her back, but used it only to cut open the crotch of
Barbara’s costume. Placing the knife back on the table, Dianne dipped two  latex
fingers into Barbara’s dripping pussy and pulled them out to lick the juices 
off her glove. She inserted her fingers again, deeper this time, stroking at 
Barbara’s most sensitive areas. Barbara, as though on cue, spread her legs a little 
wider and moaned at Dianne’s actions.
Dianne motioned for Bruce to come closer for a better look. He did so,
watching as Dianne continued to dip her gloved fingers in and out of 
Barbara’s hot wet hole, each time withdrawing them long enough to taste the shiny 
latex.
Now that Barbara was good and wet, Dianne pulled her fingers out one last
time and offered the juices to Bruce’s lips. He took them eagerly.
Bruce’s hard throbbing cock was led by Catwoman’s hand so that now he
kneeled behind Batgirl. Without help, Bruce found Batgirl’s waiting pussy 
and thrust himself inside her. Dianne stepped back and watched as Bruce fucked
Barbara for all he was worth. She smacked and licked at Bruce’s ass while 
he pounded his enormous cock in and out of Barbara’s tight little hole.
Dianne moved to the head of the bed, untied Barbara’s hands and placed
herself, legs spread wide apart, in front of Barbara’s face. Barbara had no 
choice but to rest her face in Dianne’s lap and from there Barbara licked and bit 
at Dianne’s slit while Bruce continued to fuck her from behind.
Dianne reached over and slapped at Barbara ass as Bruce fucked her harder
and harder. She caressed Barbara’s breasts and tugged at her own nipples 
with her latex hand. As Bruce continued to pound Batgirl he soon brought her to
orgasm. She began to scream in pleasure, but the noise was quickly muffled 
as her face was pushed into the wet pussy of Catwoman, nearly smothering her.
Now that Barbara had cum, Dianne moved away from her and stood behind
Bruce. She forcefully removed Bruce from his growing pleasure inside 
Barbara, and he was tossed to the floor. His latex lovers stood over him. He could  see
their wet pussies and heaving breasts very well from this angle, and it 
drove him wild. “What do you want?” Dianne asked him.
He didn’t answer. Barbara bent down and grabbed his throbbing cock. She
squeezed enough to make him gasp.
“What do you want?” Dianne repeated.
“I want to cum…” Bruce whispered as the two latex sluts bit at his nipples 
and teased his hard cock. “Please.”
“Keep begging!” Dianne ordered him as she brought her hot mouth to Bruce’s
aching muscle. Barbara followed with her own wet lips.
Bruce continued to whisper and beg as the two girls licked and sucked at his
balls and cock. Rubbing their tongues and hands over his erection, his ass 
and his chest. They stopped every so often to kiss and fondle each other. 
Bruce’s cock grew harder and harder as he watched the two latex-hooded vixens suck
and stoke him so vigorously. Finally, Bruce groaned and started thrashing.
He tossed his head back and forth in a near violent eruption of pleasure. His cock ached
and his hot load came streaming out, covering the two sluts. They continued to lick and suck 
at Bruce making sure that they drained him of every drop in what seemed, for
Bruce, to be one of the longest ejaculations he had ever had. The girls 
licked and kissed at Bruce’s cock and each other’s faces, swallowing every drop of 
hot sticky cum.
Having cleaned their latex masks and gloves, Batgirl and Catwoman moved
over to the bed. Dianne turned back to him and said, “when you’re ready,  you
can join us.” Crawling over the bed, Dianne leaned back and let Barbara spread her legs
wide apart, revealing just how desperate she was to be fucked. Barbara 
played with Dianne’s clit and licked at her tight hole, sending wave after wave of
pleasure over Dianne. Dianne couldn’t resist reaching down to stroke 
herself while Barbara worked at her with tongue and latex fingers.
Watching a latex version of Batgirl and Catwoman lick and play with each
other was enough to bring Bruce back to a full erection in no time. He had 
never experienced anything like this before, but damned well hoped he would again.
Right now though, the urge in his fully erect cock was to fuck his beautiful 
wife as Catwoman while their little bought slut watched as Batgirl.
Moving to position himself beside his wife, Bruce lay on his back and Dianne
mounted him, impaling herself on his massive cock. She rocked her self back
and forth, sinking Bruce deep into her slick hole up to right down his 
balls. While the two fucked each other, Barbara took a strap-on dildo and fastened
it around her waist. She lubed it up well and moved behind Dianne. 
Catwoman leaned forward and allowed Batgirl to slide the dildo into her ass. Slowly 
Barbara started stroking it in and out. Being filled by Bruce’s cock and Barbara’s 
strap-on was an amazing feeling…fucked from both ends in a full latex costume was one
of Dianne’s personal fantasies she had never been able to live out until 
now. Rocking back and forth, harder and quicker, being pushed and pulled by both
cocks sent Dianne into an amazing orgasm. The tight contractions of her 
pussy caught Bruce a little off guard and sent him over the edge with her.
Both Dianne and Bruce nearly collapsed from the intense orgasm, and as
they lay back to relax, they watched their little Slut-Slave Barbara lick 
and swallow the hot sticky cum from both of them. Finished. Barbara curled up
beside her two masters and they all rested comfortably for at least a little 
while.
“…Oh and there was that one night, at my place, where we strapped Bruce to
the bed and you and I fucked ourselves using the double ended dildo right on 
top of him. Drove him NUTS…remember?”
Dianne smiled, snapping back to reality and the loving company of her 
friend. The girls spent most of the evening reminiscing and fondling each other 
playfully into the early hours of the morning. They then slept soundly together, 
curled up like two little kittens. They were both going to be very glad of the rest 
the next couple of days.

<<<~>>>

The following afternoon, Barbara walked from the backyard garden to the
porch where Dianne was working away at her laptop. She came up behind the
visibly stressed Dianne and dropped a handful of fresh cut roses on her
keyboard. Dianne, a little startled, looked up at Barbara's lovely face and 
short red hair, glistening with sweat from the late July heat. She stood up, 
gripped Barbara by the arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. As the two beauties
kissed, Barbara forcefully tugged at Dianne’s own hot and glistening 
breasts. Dianne moaned in pleasure but pulled away in frustration.
“I STILL can’t come up with anything half-way interesting for the show next
week.” Dianne was gritting her teeth at this point.
Barbara laid a loving hand on Dianne’s face to calm her. It worked, a 
little. “It’s too hot to think out here sweetie,” she said. “Let’s go inside where 
it’s cooler and you can let me be your latex foot stool for a while. What’d ya say?”
Dianne looked up at Barbara’s sun bronzed face, then at her entire sun
bronzed body standing there. If it wasn’t in her words, at least Barbara’s 
body was begging to be fucked. She thought for a moment. “No,” Dianne replied, 
“I have a much better idea for ‘cooling off’”. Dianne took Barbara by the hand 
and led her into the house.
A few months ago, when Bruce and Dianne completed the transformation of
their basement into a fetish playroom, they had ensured that the renovation
included a custom ‘wet room’. For their purposes it was a sunken room with 
tiled floor, a delicious large tub and shower fixtures, and an obvious excess of
handrails in strategic places along all the walls.
Dianne walked onto the tiled floor and winced at the chill on her bare feet.
She had removed everything down to her naked skin and slipped on a short
black satin robe. It was tied only loosely around her waist and covered 
little more than the edges of her large breasts. Dianne had been looking forward to 
this since Barbara had first arrived, and her body failed to hide her excitement.
In one hand she carried various lengths of rope with latch hooks on each 
end. In the other hand was a leash. Dianne had dressed Barbara in a tight black 
latex catsuit with an attached open-face hood. Barbara’s hands and feet were left
bare and her fingers and toes gave a striking contrast of flawless red nail 
polish next to the black latex. Around Barbara’s neck was a heavy D-ring collar 
that provided the attachment for the leash Dianne was holding and it made a
watertight seal between the base of the suit’s hood and the latex gas mask
Dianne had slipped over Barbara’s head. The gas mask provided enough air 
for Barbara, but limited her visibility thought the darkened plastic over her 
now very wide eyes.
The latex suit formed tightly around Barbara’s body, sculpting her youthful
frame. She had not seen this part of the playroom yet and Barbara's 
excitement readily showed though. Dianne smirked at her reaction and ran a teasing 
finger over Barbara's hard black latex nipples.
Dianne picked up a small bottle off the counter and something else Barbara
couldn’t quite recognize from behind the mask. Dianne rubbed her hand over
Barbara’s black latex ass, feeling for the suit’s back opening. Finding it, 
she bent Barbara over and spread her legs a little wider. Barbara braced herself on 
the edge of the tub and moaned just a little as Dianne rubbed a cool slick gel 
in and around her tight little ass-hole. Dianne then proceeded to slip a hard 
black rubber butt-plug into Barbara’s sweet little ass. Barbara grimaced with a 
mixture of pleasure and pain as Dianne pushed it tightly in. Anal pleasure was near 
and dear to Barbara’s heart, but this particular plug was a little wider than 
she was used to…not that she was complaining mind you. Having fully inserted the 
plug to her satisfaction, Dianne smacked Barbara’s shiny latex ass and told her 
to get up.
Dianne moved to face Barbara and playfully teased and bit at the little 
slut’s latex nipples. She led Barbara over to the large tub and instructed her to 
lie down on her back with her head away from the faucet and arms and legs draped
over the sides. It was a large white tub, fairly deep and a little wider  than normal.
It was fitted with two old-fashioned style showerheads mounted at each end.
After helping Barbara lie down, Dianne took the four lengths of hooked rope 
and proceeded to fasten Barbara’s wrists and ankles to the adjacent hooks on the
edges of the tub. Through a second D-ring at the back of the collar, Dianne
fastened Barbara's neck to the pipe leading up to the showerhead. This left 
the little latex slut spread-eagle and at Dianne’s mercy. In this position the 
butt plug, snug inside Barbara’s ass, was pushed in just a little more and held in very 
tightly by the weight of her own body.
Dianne disrobed and exposed her naked body to her helpless slave. She
stepped into the tub, between Barbara’s spread legs and turned on the dual
showerheads. Barbara watched, helpless, as the cool water fell gently over
Dianne’s tight body. It ran over her sweet face and dripped down over her
heaving breasts. The cool water was making Dianne's nipples perky and hard
and the sight sent little waves of desire and pleasure through Barbara’s  body.
Barbara watched through the gas mask as the water poured over the length of
Dianne’s torso as she arched her back and Barbara licked her lips as it fell 
down over her long beautiful legs. Dianne seemed to sparkle as she enjoyed the 
cool clean water flowing over her body.
Dianne too could look down and watch as the opposite shower head rained
over Barbara's latex form. The water hit latex, making Barbara glisten and 
the watching Dianne very, very excited. Dianne reached for a bottle of shower 
gel and proceeded to wash herself. Dianne took great pains to massage the suds
over her entire body. Barbara watched as Dianne moved her hands smoothly
over her own shoulders, working down to her large breasts and finally 
placing her hands over her smooth crotch. Barbara was helpless as Dianne moved and
fondled herself so seductively right over top of her.
When Dianne was satisfied that she was completely clean, she decided to get
a little dirty. She shut off the dual showers and stepped out of the tub. 
Wrapping a towel around herself, she plugged the drain and started filling the tub 
with warm water. She kept Barbara restrained, kissing her once on the forehead and 
exited the room. Barbara was left there strapped to the tub feeling the warm water 
rise around her latex clad body. It felt wonderful.
Within a few moments, Dianne returned with a vibrator in her hand. When
Barbara recognized it, she was more than a little upset. It was a design 
model that Barbara had picked up on her last trip out West. It was a fairly  simple,
transparent blue vibrator with a formed clit stimulator. What was special  about
this one was that it was waterproof with a varying speed hand-held remote
control unit. This was the new toy Barbara had bought as a surprise for  Dianne.
She wondered where Dianne had uncovered it. Barbara had little time to ponder
the question before Dianne undid the front crotch zipper of the latex suit  and slid
the vibrator deep inside Barbara's pussy. The tight feeling of having both  her
holes filled nearly pushed Barbara over the edge, but she held on, wondering
what exactly Dianne had planned.
When the tub was almost full, Dianne shut the water off and slipped into the
tub on top of her latex slut. She lay down over Barbara’s slippery black  body and
switched on the vibrator to its lowest speed. After enjoying its effect on  Barbara
for a moment she flipped a switch on the side of the tub, starting numerous
Jacuzzi jets that turned the tub into a bubbling frenzy. The sensation was
amazing for both Barbara and Dianne. Barbara ass was tight around the butt-
plug and the combination of the vibrator in her hot pussy and the water  churning
around her latex body drove her to the point of insanity. Dianne reveled in  the
bubbling water around her and the feel of Barbara smooth latex body  underneath
her. Turning up the setting on the vibrator, Dianne could just feel it  through
Barbara’s trembling body.
Dianne started sliding her body up and down, massaging herself with the
water jets and Barbara’s latex form. The sight of Dianne’s body turning in  the
water, her large breasts running over her own latex breasts finally threw  Barbara
over the edge. Her body erupted in a fit of passion, thrashing against her
restraints, tightening her ass and pussy, moaning and screaming through the gas
mask.
When Barbara finally came back down to earth, Dianne switched off the water
jets and the vibrator. She took the gas mask off Barbara’s face to allow  her to
gasp for air. Dianne reached down and slowly slid out the vibrator then the  black
butt-plug, giving Barbara a chance to rest. Barbara’s eyes were closed, her
mouth open and her body heaving, while Dianne looked extremely pleased with
herself. Dianne couldn’t keep the smile from her face as she reached behind her
own body and pulled the plug to let the water drain from the tub.
Still on top off Barbara’s black latex form, glistening with little beads of  water,
Dianne removed the restraints from Barbara’s legs and arms and brought her
entirely into the tub. With Barbara calmer now, Dianne looked into the face of
her recently pleasured friend and asked, “are you okay?”
Barbara looked satisfied, but still a little miffed about the whole vibrator  issue.
Without a word she reached up, grabbed the naked Dianne by her shoulders and
flipped her on her back, splashing what little water was left. Dianne gasped and
looked questioningly at Barbara. Barbara, with Dianne pinned underneath her
finally spoke.
“You little bitch!” Barbara, although insulting, spoke with a humorous tone to
her voice. “That thing was supposed to be a surprise!” Dianne looked confused.
Barbara glanced around quickly and snatched the vibrator from the tiled floor.
“This was meant for YOU!” she said, “You little slut, now you’re going to  get it!”
Barbara reached between Dianne’s legs, stroking her hot slit and forcing her
legs apart. Dianne tried to resist, but Barbara held her there by stroking the hot
pussy that so desperately needed to be filled. Barbara switched on the  vibrator
to the last setting Dianne had used on her and forced it deep inside  Dianne’s wet
wanting hole. The intense sensation wave hit Dianne hard and she arched her
back as Barbara forced the blue vibrator deeper inside her helpless form.
“You didn’t even have the decency to turn it on full you little bitch!”  Barbara
switched the setting to the fourth and highest speed and watched as Dianne
gasped and twitched in pleasure. Barbara continued to call Dianne nasty names
and fuck her harder and deeper with the vibrator. She pulled and pushed it faster
and deeper inside, grabbing, slapping and biting at Dianne’s breasts. Finally, it
was more than Dianne could take and she screamed in an orgasmic fit while  the
trembling waves of passion swept over her body.
Barbara switched off the vibrator, removed it and tasted up the juices of
Dianne’s orgasm. “There, we’re even” she said. Dianne, slowly coming down
from the whole experience but still in shock, pulled Barbara’s latex clad body
down on top of her naked flesh in an embrace. They lay there for a while just
holding each other, smiling and breathing rather heavily.

<<<~>>>|

“I just want something they’ll remember."
WHACK!
“I know the story is good…”
WHACK!
“…but there needs to be something more with it.”
SMACK!
“Something that really shows them…”
WHACK!
“I want them to see just how erotic stories…”
SMACK!
“…mmmph…”
WHACK!
“…can really have an effect on someone.”
WHACK!
WHACK!
SMACK!
WHACK!

Barbara held the whip still for a minute and moved to face Dianne.
“You’re not into this, are you?”, she asked Dianne.
Dianne sighed and shook her head. It had been Barbara’s idea to get a little
whipping practice in before she left later that night. To do so she had dressed
Dianne in a heavy red rubber corset and blue latex panties. In this outfit 
Dianne, with her long dark hair and blue eyes, closely resembled Wonder Woman, and
Barbara loved to entertain that particular fantasy. Dianne’s arms had been 
tied at the wrists, pulled over the top of her head and held there by a hook in 
the ceiling. This helped Dianne to (barely) keep her balance while breaking in 
her new red ballet boots that laced up tightly to her thighs.
Barbara knew that although Dianne was enjoying her this, she wasn’t as
completely focused as Barbara might have liked her to be. Reluctantly, 
Barbara unhooked Dianne’s arms and set her free. Dianne balanced for a minute in 
the boots, then stumbled backwards onto the bed. Barbara sat down beside her.
“Okay, so you’re not in the mood for a scene.”“My mind is too distracted. Sorry.”
Barbara huffed a little, “Well, if I can’t get your mind off of it, why don’t we do
something a little different.” Dianne looked a little confused. “Like what?”
Barbara gave Dianne a few simple instructions: strip down to nothing, meet
her in the kitchen, and stop asking questions. Dianne did what she was told 
and was very curious about what was about to transpire.
Barbara met Dianne downstairs carrying a box of supplies and wearing
nothing more than a pair of black latex shorts that stopped just above her 
knees. She spread a plastic sheet over the kitchen table and instructed the nude 
Dianne to lie down on her back.
In her spare time, where Dianne was a writer, Barbara was a painter.
Barbara had recently discovered the wonders of liquid latex and had been dying
to paint a full nude body with the stuff. Out of the supply box, Barbara removed
several color jars of liquid latex…blue, red, green, white, yellow and a few  others,
including a couple of metallic shades. She also pulled out several foam brushes
in various sizes. It was Barbara’s intent to use Dianne’s body as a willing canvas
for her latest creation.
This new activity worked out very well. It gave Dianne the chance to think,
talk and bitch about the coming convention, and it gave Barbara the chance to
play with her favorite toy…Dianne’s naked body. Barbara brushed the various
colors carefully over Dianne’s body stopping here and there to kiss and lick  at her
subject. “I wish I could just videotape the audience while I’m reading,” Dianne piped
up while Barbara was working on her tummy, “I would be able to show just how
lost some people get when they’re exposed to erotica like this.”
Barbara was listening, but kept right on working, pouring a large puddle of
blue liquid latex just above Dianne’s breasts.
“I want them to see how a person can get lost in the story,” Dianne continued,
“lost in the words…vulnerable…as if he was a slave to… … … THAT’S IT!”
Dianne’s sudden revelation startled both of them. Barbara stood up straight
as Dianne jumped off the table. So pleased with her newfound brilliance,
Dianne, without thinking, hugged Barbara in a fit of jubilation. When she 
pulled away, she saw that she had coated Barbara with blue latex and a few other
colors that hadn’t quite dried.
Dianne stepped back and tried to control her laughter, “I am SO sorry” she
said and started giggling out loud. Barbara was a little upset that her 
painting was ruined, but soon started giggling at the situation too.
“Well.” Barbara took a deep breath and placed her sponge brush gently on
the kitchen table and looked Dianne square in the eyes. Without another 
word Barbara jumped on Dianne, surprising her and pulled her sticky body to the 
floor.
The two girls rolled around, play wrestling, kissing and fondling each 
other’s sticky bits while laughing at the whole situation. The wet latex paint soon
covered most of Barbara’s body and the two girls started sticking together. 
In the midst of their frolicking, Dianne bumped the table while Barbara was on top 
of her and the pot of gold liquid latex came splattering down. Shocked by the
sudden cool liquid coating, Barbara jumped up, her back soaked from 
shoulders to ass in gold latex paint. Dianne couldn’t keep herself from laughing and
Barbara looked down at her with playful contempt. “Oh you think that’s funny do you?”
Barbara scowled down at the laughing Dianne.
She picked up the pot of white liquid latex off the table and held it over
Dianne, “Let’s see how you like it!”
Both girls laughing uncontrollably now, Dianne managed to scramble to her
feet and ran out of the kitchen laughing and screaming out “aaahhh…no!”
As she dashed into the front hall, Dianne suddenly stopped dead in her
tracks. Something had caught her attention enough for her to turn back  around.
Barbara however, was unable to stop quite as quickly as Dianne had, and came
crashing into her at nearly full tilt. The white latex paint splashed over Dianne’s
neck and breasts as the two landed in a heap on the floor, both in a fit of giggles
and laughter. Barbara tried to get up, but slipped in the wet latex and fell back
onto Dianne, coating their bodies even further with rainbow of latex.
With the two girls entangled on the floor, Dianne eventually caught her 
breath just long enough to look up and speak to the third figure looming over them. 
“Hi
sweetie,” she said, “you’re home early.” The girls collapsed into laughter  again.

<<<~>>>

Between the three of them, Dianne, Barbara and Bruce managed to clean up
the kitchen and front hallway fairly quickly. Bruce had made the two vixens 
stand perfectly still as he had the pleasure of peeling off their dried latex 
layers, fondling and kissing both girls as he went.
They all went out to dinner as a farewell and 'thank you' to Barbara; the 
three would see each other again nearer to Thanksgiving and Christmas. Barbara's
visit, however brief, had done the trick. Dianne was confident in her plans 
for the conference next week. She had finally come up with the perfect way to show 
the kind of passion, desire and erotic nature that would compliment her reading.
Later that night, with her purpose kept firmly in mind, she focused all her
attention on her loving husband. Alone in their bedroom, Dianne stood 
before him in a tight blue corset dress, her firm breasts just peeking out over the top.
On her arms were white latex gloves extending from her fingertips to her
shoulders, smooth as anything and very shiny. Bruce had helped her to shine
the white open-face hood that she wore, her long dark hair spilling out of 
the top in a stunning ponytail. Her shiny blue boots were laced tight up the backs 
of her legs, giving her a very sexy poise as she balanced on the 5” heels and 
platform. Dianne took the time to strip Bruce of his clothes and stood him naked in 
the middle of the bedroom. She kissed his body from lips to legs and back again.
She stopped to lovingly suck on the extremely hard cock that she had deeply
missed these past few days. Bruce smiled as he watched his wife suck and
stroke him so ravenously. “You’re just a little cock-sucking slut, aren’t 
you?” he said lovingly to her as he ran his fingers through her beautiful soft hair, twisting
her ponytail and feeling the tight latex that framed her beautiful face.
Pulling herself to her feet, Dianne stood eye to eye with his six-foot frame,
she answered his question, “Yes…but I’m yours.”
Bruce’s eyes rolled back into his head and his cock throbbed with desire for
her. He grabbed Dianne’s hair and pulled her mouth to his for a savage yet
passionate kiss. Dianne eventually pulled away from his embrace and took a second to catch
her breath before sauntering over to the dresser. She bent over at the  waist to
reach the bottom drawer, ensuring Bruce knew full well that her latex panties
were crotchless. She pulled out a latex black hood that Bruce didn’t  recognize.
It was a full mask with only modestly cut holes at the eyes and mouth.  Dianne
tossed it to him and sat on the latex bed sheets to watch him put it on.  Bruce
fondled the hood, admiring its shine, one that Dianne had obviously worked long
and hard to achieve. He put it over his head but found it a little difficult to adjust. Giggling 
a little, Dianne moved to help him, positioning the holes appropriately. While Dianne
fussed with the hood Bruce took the slight break in mood to ask her, “Did you
finally decide what you’re going to do for the convention reading?”
Dianne smoothed the hood into place and looked at her beloved with a
sparkle in her eyes he hadn’t seen in a while. “Oh yes.” she replied.
Dianne's loving hand glided down Bruce's chest and quickly found his
throbbing cock. She wrapped her hand around it and pulled gently, feeling its
heat and watching Bruce’s face muscles twinge with pleasure under the black
latex of the hood. She wanted him so badly it almost hurt, but she knew she had
work to do before she could satisfy her desire. Unable to completely resist
however, she slid her own gloved fingers down into her wet wanting pussy,
moaning just a little as she teased and played with her own clit, still holding
Bruce’s cock with the other hand. She stopped her little self-indulgence and
brought her wet fingers to the waiting mouth of her lover. Bruce took her fingers
in his mouth eagerly. The taste of Dianne’s latex gloves, dripping wet from  her
sweet pussy was more than enough to drive him wild. To Dianne’s surprise,
Bruce grabbed her by the arms and tossed her backwards onto the bed. He followed,
kneeling down in front of her and  spread her legs wide, stopping only a moment to
admire her clean wet crotch.
Bruce ran his finger down her clit, teasing at then grabbing her latex crotch with his 
whole hand, squeezing it hard. Dianne’s head fell all the way back onto the 
mattress. This hadn’t been in her original plan, but there was no way she could stop 
him, even if she had wanted to.
Bruce began licking at her gently at first with just the tip of his tongue 
teasing her clit, then rubbing his tongue with deeper and longer strokes over her 
entire wet trembling pussy. He kissed and nipped at her lovingly then indulged his
tongue by pushing it into her dark wet hole. Bruce reached his hands under 
her tight skirt and grabbed Dianne’s ass and held it firm, pulling her crotch 
closer so that he could push his tongue deeper inside her. She whimpered as he did so
and she clutched at the latex bed sheets as he brought her closer to ecstasy.
Bruce laid her ass back down on the bed and pulled his face away just enough 
to lick his lips and take a breath before he went to work again on her hot 
clit. As he licked and sucked at her sweet juicy pussy he slid one, then two fingers 
inside her and started stroking at her. Dianne continued to moan and squirm as he 
did so, her pussy now wet from both her own ecstasy and Bruce’s tongue. Her
hands reached down and grasped his hooded head and nearly smothered him
with her pussy. Bruce lapped eagerly as Dianne moaned, gasped and twitched
one last time. He sucked the juices of her orgasm, contented with his performance.
Dianne lay there on the bed panting heavily, stretching her latex dress as 
her breasts heaved up and down. The sight from Bruce’s point of view, still  between
her legs, was very erotic. Dianne sat upright and looked at her still kneeling husband. His black 
latex hood glistened with the juice from her now satisfied sex. Dianne moved to  kiss
his mouth then she licked his face giving the black latex hood a “clean”,  even
shine. Bruce made a point of kissing her booted feet before he stood up  again.
Standing between Dianne’s legs he gabbed at his cock and gave it a few
long, hard stokes, hinting at her to return the favor. Dianne shook her head,
smiled and said almost laughing “that’s not what I had in mind.”
She stood up off the bed and went behind Bruce, who was now torn between
shock, intrigue and being completely aroused and somewhat desperate to be
inside her at this point. Dianne knew what she was doing. She smacked him on
his ass, loving the sound that her latex-gloved hand made against his bare skin.
“Lie down on your stomach near the edge of the bed." Bruce did as he was
told. Dianne had spread out a full latex sheet over the bed and Bruce now  lay on
top of it, about a foot away from its edge. Dianne moved to the base of the  bed
and folded the bottom edge of the sheet up over Bruce’s feet. She proceeded  to
wrap the short end of the latex sheet over his back and tucked it just under his
left side. Dianne had positioned the sheet so it came just under his chin so she
would be able to place a heavy leather collar around his neck once she had him
all wrapped up. She proceeded to lift Bruce’s right side and roll him over two or
three more times wrapping his body tightly in the latex sheet. When she ran out
of material she shifted his body to the center of the bed and tucked in the last
little bits, creating a very tight enclosure for him.
Bruce could still lift his head just enough to see Dianne stand back and
examine her work. Bruce’s latex cocoon was quickly heating up and at the 
sight of Dianne’s beautiful form, he soon realized just how tight and constricted 
his position was. His cock ached to be touched and the bulge was more than  visible
through the latex wrapping. Dianne gave into his obvious desire and placed her
hand firmly over the bulge. She felt the heat from the throbbing latex cock as she
bent down further and licked at him. Bruce’s mind was having a fit, along with his
body. Dianne lay down on top of Bruce’s entire body and gently rocked back 
and forth sending shivers of pleasure through both their bodies. This was a new
experience for Bruce and he was very quickly learning to love it.
Dianne dismounted her latex pillow and, standing over him, reached for a
blindfold and something else Bruce didn’t quite recognize. She whispered “I 
love you” and slipped the blindfold over his eyes, trapping him in complete 
darkness. He then heard her clip something to the D-ring of the leather collar. He 
grew a little nervous as Dianne became absolutely silent. He wanted to call out to 
her, but resisted. There was a quick sense of fear, then comfort, as he  remembered
the trust the two shared. He allowed himself to be lost in the world of  darkness
with nothing but the smell and feel of latex surrounding him.
As Bruce’s hearing became more in-tune with the sounds of the room, he
could hear Dianne’s muffled footsteps padding around him. Unknown to Bruce,
Dianne was quickly and quietly setting up a video camera at the foot of the  bed,
focusing it tightly on the latex figure lying there. She zoomed in so that  the detail
on the medallion around his neck was readable while still keeping the  majority of
his body in frame. The camera, coupled with a few lighting tricks, picked  up
Bruce’s twitching body and throbbing cock very well. The medallion she had
snapped onto his collar read like a dog's tag: Most Devoted Slave.
Bruce soon drew the courage to ask her gently “What are you doing?”
“I need to finish my presentation for the conference.” she cooed back to him
while switching on the camera.
“I thought you were finished.” Bruce retorted.
“The new story is. The rest is a surprise!”
“So what are you doing now?” Bruce was getting nervously curious.
“Sshhhhhh….” Dianne placed a latex finger on his lips causing him to jump a
little at the unexpected touch. He was reminded of just how tightly wrapped up
his body was. “No more questions.” Dianne surprised him again by forcing a bit-
gag into Bruce’s mouth. He tried to resist, but she was forcefully choking  him
until he bit down on the black bar then she buckled it tightly behind his head. He
was breathing heavily now, baring his teeth over the hard rubber bit - a  perfect
shot for the camera.
Dianne sat down in a chair beside the camera and checked the focus one last
time. Through the eye of the camera she could see Bruce’s encased body
heaving. His hooded face still managed to reveal his desire, and the latex
wrappings did little to hide his throbbing desperate cock. This was exactly  what
Dianne had hope for. Smiling, she opened a binder and began reading aloud  to
him:
“A cool breeze blew in from the open window, sending a refreshing breath of
summer air to the waking beauty’s mouth...”

--- the end? ---

Story Submitted By "Lady Catra"