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Executive Decision
I was worried. I studied myself in the mirror as I finished drying my short hair. The trim, athletic figure always pleased me and today I moved my arms along my sides. My round, firm breasts were evidence of the four times a week trip to the health club and my daily runs. Long, shapely legs extended from a hard yet sensual abdomen.
I was worried because tonight, I was going out with a man for the first time since my break up with Tom. I had sworn off men and had even dabbled in a lesbian relationship. The satisfaction another woman had given me was fleeting. Yes I had experienced multiple orgasm with a woman for the first time in my life but I knew that a relationship with a man was what I needed. Maybe I could find a man I could teach the gentler things that I had learned with women. But could I find a man strong enough to take me, yet willing to learn. I didn't need another man whose idea of love was a quick in and out, thank you, ma'am thing. I was looking for the slow build up and a shared release of passion. I wanted romance.
Brad seemed to be just the man for me. He came to the health club three times a week. I had been a member for two months before we met on the floor. He was a tall, wiry man. His eyes were a clear blue. His short brown hair neatly combed into place not with gel or some other paste but naturally. His fit body showed a desire for reasonable exercise not muscle building. He looked like a man who could take care of himself.
I had asked Brad to reset the tension on the rowing machine one day and after talking a few minutes, he had gone back to his workout station. Later, in the reception area, Brad bumped into me again. He was dressed in a quiet business suit. We spoke briefly and he was gone.
It was the following week that Brad stopped by my workout station and asked how the tension was. I gave him a light response about it being heavy in the air. I added a slightly provocative smile and he nodded quietly and went about his own training.
I began to wonder if this guy was all right. I had dropped a pretty obvious signal as to availability and he had ignored it completely. I began to think my lesbian affair needed to be rekindled. As I left the club, Brad appeared from behind.
"I got the message," he said. "Would tonight be okay by you or are you busy?"
"I could reshuffle my calendar. Just what do you have in mind," I responded.
"Oh, I thought we could have dinner, and maybe a movie."
"I don't go for made for the masses entertainment. I like to make my own entertainment."
"In that case," he said, "I'll get some take out from a place I know and you can come to my place for a candlelight supper. I can fire up the CD's and we'll see what we put together."
"Now that might work," I replied.
Well here I am looking in the mirror. I'm willingly going to some guy's house for an ambush? Well, not quite, I do know what should be coming. I went to the closet and selected a silk blouse and a pair of blue jeans. I put the clothes on, ran a hand through my hair and grabbing a coat, was out the door.
Brad's house seemed nice enough. There was a moderate sized lawn with well trimmed trees and bushes. Somebody had put time into the yard maintenance. A wide porch and door framed by two courtesy lights beckoned me. I walked up the walk and rang the door bell.
Brad opened the door. He stood before me in a soft turtle neck shirt and jeans.
"Come in, Susan. Dinner is just about ready, just heating it up. Would you like some wine or something stiffer?"
Was my imagination playing tricks or had he placed undue emphasis, irony, on that last word. I just hadn't gotten any in too long I decided.
"Wine is fine...for now." I decided to make a play on his line, just to see if he had purposely dropped the line.
"Great, I'll pour you some."
No outward reaction. Was he that naïve or was he playing it cool.
He steered me into the living room and invited me to sit on an stuffed leather couch. He returned with a glass of wine and joined me.
"So what do you do, besides work out?", he asked.
"I'm a accounts assistant at Mead, Marley, and Crowe," I replied.
"They're a pretty big firm. My company has an account with them. I work at Fashion Works, Unlimited."
I had heard that name before. The company was a big specialty clothes place Sam Johnson, one of my colleagues, had filled me in on the big account once at lunch. He talked of a company that specialized in designer clothing. From what I gathered they had three divisions which made clothing ranging from off-the-rack to outright scandalous. The account we had with them was primarily for the line of clothes sold in more upscale department stores and boutiques. However, Sam told me that you could find some of their other stuff in the First Hill District of town. I didn't really pursue the matter then. Now I wish I had.
"What part of the company do you work in?" I asked.
"An interesting question, I'll answer with a question of my own. What do you know of the company?"
"Just rumors, really. That some of your product line is for sale in the sex shops downtown."
"It's true. We have a very wide range of products and apparel. Some of it even is sold on First Hill. Another question, would it matter as to which division I worked?"
"I don't know."
"A safe but honest answer. I like that. You present me a challenge and a dilemma which I'll have to work to solve before the night is done. I think dinner is ready. I'll be back shortly."
Brad returned presently with two plates of food and the bottle of wine. He sat the plates on the table near the corner and offered me a chair. I sat and he went to his side of the table.
"I forgot something. You go ahead and start, I'll be back presently."
He walked from the room and I looked at the food. I decided to wait for him to return. After all it would be rude to start without him. He returned with a stack of layout boards.
"I hate to mix work with pleasure, but I can't pass up this opportunity to get your opinion on something. We are planning an advertising campaign in some specialty magazines sold here and in Europe. I wanted to get the opinion of a woman on these. Our Director thinks these might be too strong for most readers, but I've tried to convince her that the target audience wants this type of ad and persuasion."
He showed me a board with a tall, leggy dominant woman, a skin tight red rubber suit covered her from neck to toe. Her feet were enclosed in black five inch stiletto shoes. A heavy black rubber corset bound her waist, pushing her breasts up and out while restricting her body into a narrow hourglass shape. In one hand she held a long black whip. At her feet was a totally enclosed man, I think, bound in a black rubber bag, his arms across his chest and his legs pulled toward his stomach. His head was bound by a full hood with no obvious openings, however, a tube protruded from the mouth. The dominatrix had a foot planted right on the crotch area of the bag while she bent over his head and a finger toyed with covering the breathing hole. The caption read, "When you want the best, only Fashion Works, Unlimited will do. Quality domination and bondage clothing and equipment since 1975. We specialize in leather and latex from fashion to the bizarre."
"Well?", asked Brad.
I couldn't take my eyes from the poster. I was suddenly damp between my legs, a surprising response to say the least. Confronted for the first time by such a bizarre and graphic bondage image had aroused my deepest primal instincts.
"It's very...unusual," I said hesitantly.
"But will it bring customers?" he asked.
"What type of customer are you looking for with this ad?"
"Strong minded dominants and their submissive counterparts. We want both, just as long as they are interested in quality workmanship and value. Here is another one."
He held up a picture depicting a shiny black rubber enclosed dominant male, stroking the shiny red rubber sheathed leg of a woman reclined on her back. Her head was hooded. She wore a red halter top, black shorts, and shoulder length gloves.
"Yes, I see your point. Do you really make the stuff these pictures show?" I asked.
"Yes we do," he replied.
"Humm...I believe that some research may be needed before I pass final judgment on your ad campaign. Is there any way I could see some of the things before I tell you how I feel about your ads?"
"Do you want to finish your dinner first?"
"Can it wait?" I asked back.
"You go down the hall and into the second room on the left, I'll be along just as soon as I put the food away. We can heat it up later."
I went down the hall and entered the room he had indicated. Turning the light on revealed a room with very white walls, a white tile floor with a black rubber sheet covered bed. The walls were lined with coat racks and from these racks hung a wide variety of fetish gear. The predominant material for Brad's collection was definitely rubber. There were suits of different colors and sizes. Some of the suits had attached hood, gloves and feet. Next to the suits were shirts, pants, leotards, leggings, corsets, gloves, briefs (some with sheaths, some with dildos and some with both). He had an assortment of hoods. In a corner were stacked rubber sacks. Another section had rows of boots, ranging from knee high farm boots to chest high fishing waders Next to these were four shiny black full suits with attached boots and gloves. Two of these suits had hoods as well. One of them sported an attached gas mask.
I walked to a shelf holding shirts and panties and took one in my hand. The rubber was soft to the touch, not anything like the stiff stuff associated with fishing. Touching the waders, I noticed the same quality. The legs were quite flexible and not stiff. The smooth texture of the suits sent a shiver through me as I touched them. I began to desire the smooth silky touch these things might provide me were I wearing one. I took a panty and a long line bra and looked for a place to try them on. A side room was readily available and obviously a place I could change. I slipped off my clothes and, leaving them in a pile, drew the bra to my body. I tucked my breasts into the cups and closed the zipper in the front. I drew the panties on and snugged them against my damp crotch. I touched the rubber shield tentatively. My first reaction was...nice. I went out to a mirror and looked at myself. Next I selected long opera gloves and drew them up my arm. This was really beginning to take on an energy of its own. I ran the rubbery fingers along my torso and a sudden urge to push my finger into the love spot overwhelmed me. Right then I began to give myself the most delicious massage imaginable.
I stopped and picked up some stockings. Drawing the stocking up my leg soon encased my long shapely limbs in the silky embrace of rubber. I worked on the love spot some more. Now I wondered what was taking Brad so long. He seemed to be taking his time about putting the food away. I fondled one of the full suits and took it in my hand. A slip of paper fell from the folds. I picked it up and read the note.
"If you want to try it, the powder will do wonders for getting it on."
I looked at the note then saw a can of talcum powder. I wondered how he knew. Not only that I would be tempted but even which suit. I put the powder into the open holes of the leg opening and drew the suit slowly up my leg. The cold latex soon gave way to a warm, cozy, comfortably enveloping touch. The rubber molded itself to every curve and crevice on my body. I slipped each arm into the sleeves and worked my fingers into the attached gloves. I pulled the zipper up the front of the suit and was sealed in a glorious massaging, elastic rubber skin. I ran my finger lightly over the surface. The sense of touch was amplified as the latex conspired to spread the touch of a finger tip over a much wider area. The rubber suit increased the feel of touch much in the same way that expensive amplifiers and speakers increase the clarity of sound. The suit had turned my whole body into one shiny black erogenous zone. I looked at myself in the mirror and almost fainted as I went light headed from the rush of desire. Looking at me was an achingly beautiful statue of a woman. This black suited girl with well rounded breast mounds, thin shadowy waist, nice round hips and long shapely legs could devastate anyone on the planet! I filled the suit perfectly and the suit covered any flaw with a smooth silky black sheen.
"Lovely," came word from behind me.
Surprised, I turned to find Brad, at least I thought the black form was Brad, standing in the door. He looked just like the fellow in the advertisement The shiny black material covered him from the top of his head to his toes He stepped forward and put his gloved hand lightly on my cheek.
"Shall I lead or follow tonight?" he asked.
"We're going to dance?" I questioned him.
"No, do you want to be in command or shall I?"
"I'm not into S&M," I said.
"Good, neither am I. I just believe in mild bondage, well sometimes it's pretty complete but latex is flexible and giving so rubber bondage is less dangerous and I think more fun."
"You can be in charge first, but you had better let me be in command once I get to know the how to use the equipment and its limits."
"Agreed. First we have to put a hood on you. You have a nice face and your hair is wonderful, but if you're to be the slave, you have to wear a hood."
He picked up a piece of black rubber and gently pulled it over my face. I was blinded. I heard a zipper close and something snap shut.
"Now you can't get anything off, even if you wanted," he said.
I reached to my neck and fingered a small padlock that connected the hood zipper tongue with a ring on the suit. Brad pulled my hand from my neck. He led me, blinded, across the room and pushed me. I fell with a plop onto the bed that I remembered seeing. My body stuck to the rubber sheets as he pulled my legs apart. I felt binders close on my ankles. Another set of wide binders locked around my knees and then my arms were pulled over my head. He attached a set of binders to the wrists. I lifted my arms and moved them around testing the range of the binding. But Brad had another idea and my arms were suddenly pushed back above my head and when I next tried to lift them, I couldn't move the arms more than an inch or two. He had tied the binder bar to the head of the bed. Soon my legs were restrained in similar fashion. I could wriggle and move minimally but my body was restrained in a way I had never experienced. My exposure and vulnerability brought a deep flutter of arousal that filled the pit of my body.
"There we are. You are all locked up and under my complete control. I'll slip this Israeli gas mask on your head and we can see what other mischief I can come up with," I heard Brad say.
I felt the tight rubber of the mask clamp to my face as Brad pulled it on and drew the harness straps tight. My breathing took on new traits as the air whooshed in and out of the mask. I heard valves popping with each breath.
Unknown to me, the mask Brad had chosen had long corrugated tubing attached to the inlet and outlet ports. The rubber tubing gave the air a slight rubber sweetness that added to the whole experience. I soon was lost in my bondage, feeling the tight grip of latex over all my body and smelling the sweet intoxicating latex air. Having no other outside input brought on a focus of purpose I never experienced before. I was soaking wet from arousal, erotic desire, some fear, and anticipation. The arousal and desire brought on by the knowledge that a handsome man was controlling my very life and that I had been placed in the most vulnerable position I had ever experienced, albeit voluntarily. The fear came from the unknown. Was this guy a complete perverted nut case? Could his sexual kinks bring me harm, though everything to now had been nothing but an arousing trip into uncharted fantasies?
Hands pulled at my crotch and the zipper opened exposing the panty the shielded my sex. I felt a tug at the latex panty. "It's too bad I have to slit them. But then there are plenty more," Brad said.
I felt cool air then the sudden insertion of a hard, thick object into my dripping cunt. The suit zipper closed and the heat returned. Then my air cut off significantly. I sucked at the tube and received only minimal air. I suddenly realized, too late, that this might be going way too far! I felt incredible danger and a stomach wrenching twist that sent a wave of passion through my insides.
"Relax. Breathe slowly and evenly. Draw your breath from deep inside and let it out quickly but draw in slowly."
I followed the instructions and found I could breathe, with difficulty the fetid rubbery air passing through the reduced tube opening. I caught another odor in the warm air that added to the aromatic symphony. An uncontrolled wave of heightened arousal surged into my nether region as I recognized the scent of hot raw manhood in the mix. I moaned in anticipation into the mask.
"Ah, you know that I am inside the tubing, don't you. You're breath is drawing my life to you. I can push it to the hilt and cut off your air." Airflow stopped. "And the tube sucks itself tightly around me as you struggle. I can pull it along my shaft and let the raking corrugation stroke my hard shaft while restoring your living air." I took the breath and drank in the aromatic nectar of his glory mixed with the sweet latex.
I tingled in anticipation of having that shaft buried deep inside me. I didn't care how he used me at this point. He could drive it deep into my hot dripping pussy, push it into my mouth or rip open the back of the suit to ravage my tight ass. I was truly swept away in the bizarre and erotic tone of the moment. I gasped as the inert shaft inside my pussy erupted to life. In my current arousal I was washed with a shuddering climax in seconds. My gasping breaths in the restricted tube only heightened my explosive response as waves of pleasure washed over my body. My muscles pulled at the bonds and I shook beneath the rubbery man I knew was straddling my shiny form and pleasuring himself with the tube that connected me to life. I clutched the vibrator as a second surge of ecstasy rushed through me.
"Ah, lovely," Brad said. "I live to see the shuddering victory of animal passion and raw lust over human reason."
My suit opened Brad pulled the vibrator from my flower. I arched my hips to hold the center of my most recent desire inside me to no avail. But I was not disappointed as the flicking tongue replaced the rubber object and sucked at my flowing juices. I knew Brad must be in heaven as he drank my sweet, latex scented nectar. He rubbed himself against my chest and I felt his rock hard shaft raking the valley in the suit between my two trapped breasts. I shuddered in a third surge of passion and felt him grip me tightly as he pushed himself right to my chest. Trapped between our two rubbery bodies, I could feel the shaft jerking as it spewed its juices over me.
The thought of a man shooting his load all over my chest and abs always disgusted me, but inside the protective rubber suit, I felt no disgust. In fact I was inside a radiance of lust and love I had never experienced. I felt him rubbing me on the chest and abdomen and knew that he must be cleaning his cum from my shiny body. I longed to taste his essence, surprising myself, and hoped I'd have the chance sometime soon.
But exhausted as I was, he didn't seem to be done with me. He mounted me again and I soon realized that, despite his explosive release, he was still full of impassioned vigor. He pushed himself into my open cunt. I could tell that he had rolled a condom on his shaft or some other latex protection as he thrust inside me like an inexhaustible piston. Each deep thrust sent a shiver as I felt the rod rake my exposed clit and tender insides. I was soon rocking to his rhythm and enjoying the blissful ride to my fourth orgasm. I clutched his shaft and he shook a second time. This time he pulled slowly from me, closed the suit zip and tenderly lay next to me, his arm over my heaving chest.
"I think we'd better rest a bit," he said. His rubbery fingers playfully tickled my hard nipple as I remained in a complete state of near frenzy. The sex, the latex, the continued bondage kept me so aroused that I had no hope of resting, but I heard Brad's slow breathing and could only think of the pleasure he had shown me and the possibilities for a future.
After what was hours, Brad stirred. "Are you awake?" He asked.
I mumbled, "Yes." I nodded a yes just in case the gas mask made my words unintelligible.
"Did you sleep any?"
"No."
"Let me remove that mask so we can talk," he said.
The mask came off my face and I breathed fresh air for the first time in hours. I was exhausted, very sweaty, though I liked the slippery feel, and more ready to be free of the bonds or be taken on another carnal ride than talk.
"Can you let me out of these bonds first?" I asked. Then added, "Or take me on another pleasure ride to rubbery fantasy land."
"Ah, to be free and rejoin the normal world or to remain in the fantasy of rubber and go for another trip to nirvana," he mused. "I think I shall talk first. Then depending on what you decide will determine what comes next."
"I'm at a distinct disadvantage, Brad," I pointed out.
"Yes, well that can't be helped since this can't wait," he said.
He continued without waiting or a response, "I have a proposition for you. I not only work at the Fashion Works, I own controlling interest in it. I have other people who run my two mainstream subsidiaries but I personally oversee the fetish wear operations. I need a good mind to be my Executive VP for Marketing. I want someone who understands the product and who has an eye on what it takes to sell the public. Do you know anyone at your company to fill the bill?"
"Huh? I'm all tied up in rubber and you ask me that?"
"Yes, well, it is a bit of an awkward situation. Our last VP quit suddenly and I really need to find someone. After last night I figured your recent experience would help you think of someone that might work in the job."
"You have got to be kidding!" Now I was really angry. I wanted out of this kinky place now. "Get me out of these things. I need to get home."
Brad put up his hand in surrender. "Okay, okay. I won't try mixing business with pleasure again. Oh, by the way, the opening is real and if you'd like to have it, it's yours."
"I told you for the last time I don't know...what? Did I hear you right? You want me to take the job?"
"Well, yes. I'd love to have you take it."
"And that comment about mixing business with pleasure did you mean that?"
"If you take the job, I suspect I can make an exception," Brad chuckled.
"Wow, I'm not really in any condition to make such a decision now."
"Yes, I can imagine. Do you want to sleep on it?"
"Hmmmm. Your offer is a bit sudden and you do have me at quite a disadvantage."
"Fine, I'll release you and you can go home. Call me when you decide."
Brad moved to release my arms.
"Wait! I have a better idea. Why don't you ravage me a few more times? I'm sure you can exhaust me to a point that I'll fall into blissful sleep despite the latex. Then I'll give you my answer when we wake, or maybe I'll just demand you ravage me some more, I really don't know."
Brad laughed and pulled the gas mask back over my head. As the harness straps tightened and the mask clamped over my face again, I sucked in the aromatic air and knew what my answer would be.
Story Submitted By Rbrbill
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