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Her Name Was Janice
Her name was Janice, Janice Rochelle. We were to meet at this cute little bistro. I was so excited. I was at least half an hour early. I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I think I changed three times before deciding what to wear. Not wanting to get my hopes to high I settled on a thick gray sweater and a darker knee length skirt, black stockings and heels. Underneath, my best latex demi-bra, panties and garter belt.
As I waited, I tried not to shift in my seat, tried to read a novel I'd picked up at a newsstand, and above all, tried to appear casual. I failed miserably. I was so distracted I didn't even know she was there until she was standing beside me. I think I even squeaked when I stood to shake hands. She refused that, reaching instead to hug me. She knew, instinctively, that was what I needed. I held on like I couldn't let go, finally relaxing as she kissed the tip of my ear, then separating to sit across from me in the booth.
Janice had come straight from work; still in the T-shirt and jeans I'd first seen her in at the coffee shop. We both ordered coffee, sweet and thick with creamy foam, exchanging small talk while waiting for our order. I learned Jenice was twenty-four, a grad student at Universitè De Montrèal with her masters in language and business, and going for her PhD in psychology. She told me she was short a couple of credits and only working part time to cover expenses. We talked about my work and why I was visiting in Montrèal. She was as happy for me as I was about the contract I'd just closed, and when I suggested she help me celebrate she agreed but suggested someplace better. I thought about a dance club I knew and she agreed that was just the thing. I think I got a little forward when I suggested my hotel so she could freshen up first. Janice said that was perfect and we walked the three blocks in the cool night air.
I showed Janice around the suite and she suggested calling room service for something light to tide us over until later. I heard the shower start while I ordered fresh fruit and champagne.
I brought two glasses of champagne into the bedroom when I decided to change. We were going dancing and what I had on just didn't work. I picked a black halter dress with a Bolero jacket, both made of soft latex and glossy as night on a deep pond.
Laying them out on the bed, I stepped out of my skirt. As I lifted the sweater over my head, warm hands cupped my breasts from behind. Jenice's wet skin pressed close against my back and I melted into her as her lips brushed my ear whispering something in French.
I tried to turn, to kiss her, but she stopped me, pressing my arms close to my sides. Jenice whispered in my ear, "Stand, be still, close your eyes Mon petit", and I obeyed. I stood very still, shivering slightly, missing the warmth of her against my back.
Her fingers returned, lifting the combs from my hair, releasing it down my back. I felt her move close again, her lips brushing my shoulders and the side of my throat. A smooth latex band was placed over my eyes before Jenice moved me to the bed where she helped me lie down. Pushing me down on the bed Jenice lifted my hands above my head and again I felt the thick latex bands, this time encircling my wrists, binding them together and then to the headboard. Her lips brushed my lips in a light caress before moving away from me.
Jenice traced her fingers over my lips, which I parted to suck them but she took them away before I could draw them into my mouth. I felt them on the side of my neck as she stroked them to the cleft of my breasts and circled them about my nipples, already hard and sensitive to her touch. She replaced them with her lips, capturing first one nipple and then the next, sucking and then biting with her teeth.
Again her fingers, touching, sliding over my tingling flesh, bringing me to heights and then retreating, lower until I felt her drawing my panties down over my hips. Lifting my hips, Jenice drew them down my thighs and legs, removing them. My shoes were next as her hands undid the straps at my ankles and they fell to the floor.
Jenice used the latex tape again, wrapping each ankle and binding them to opposite corners of the bed, before she stood back to admire her work.
Jenice settle beside me on the bed. I felt her lean over me, her breath hot against my neck. Her lips covered my lips, parting them with her tongue. She tasted of the champagne that she passed from her lips to mine in a very intimate kiss. Jenice lifted my head and placed the rim of the glass against my lips for a second sip of the cold sweet wine.
I gasped when she spilled the champagne over my breast. Her tongue followed, stroking my nipples and kissing between, sucking the wine that pooled in my cleavage, her teeth nipping my skin and pulling my nipples, feeding my desire for her. She followed the wine as it spilled over my ribs and belly. Jenice's tongue darted into my navel like a cat drinking from a dish before moving lower on the bed, closer to the burning need within me.
I shivered again as her breath stroked my exposed sex, to be followed quickly by the touch of her tongue. Jenice bit the inside of my thighs, not hard, but enough to make me gasp and lift myself within my restrains, hoping to bring me closer to her, in agony to have her complete me and bring me to release. I thought I would die when she gently place her mouth to my sex and drew my clit between her lips.
"Hush Little one, not yet, you may not cum yet Mon chèri. Soon, but not yet", Jenice whispered. I bit down hard on my lip to force back my desire.
Her fingertips opened me, like parting the petals of a flower, tracing the silken folds and slipping slowly within me. Jenice stroked two fingers deep inside me, sucking and lashing my engorged clit with her tongue. As I reached the point where I could hold back no longer she withdrew and moved away.
Jenice returned quickly to the bed and this time I felt her straddle me. I smelled the soft musk of her as she settled her pussy over my lips and I fell to, lashing her full cunt, greedy to devour her sweet cum. I almost lost it as cold assailed my pussy. Jenice poured champagne over my clit and into me. She drank from my most intimate chalice and I died.
"Yes", she said, "give me your sweet wine" and my orgasm ripped through my body in a flash fire of release. I screamed into her pussy as she pressed against my mouth filling me with her nectar as she feasted upon mine.
Jenice released my ankles, and then my wrist. She drew me close in her embrace and held me as my body shuddered with the strength of my orgasms. Whispering words in French and English, words of love, as I cried upon her full soft breasts.
We were going to be late to the club.
As my tears dried and my body calmed, Jenice spoke to me and softly stroked my hair. She kissed the top of my head and held me close. Jenice spoke, as I held tight to her, "Go, clean yourself up Little one, I'll be along shortly." Then she kissed my lips as she rose from the bed and left the room.
I stepped into the shower; it's soft rain cleansing and warm. Tipping my head back to feel it fall upon my closed eyes, I let my hands slide over my breasts and body, reveling in the glow that follows complete release. Jenice joined me as I reached for the shampoo. "Here Little one, let me do that," she said, taking the bottle from my hands.
I leaned back against her as she worked a thick lather in my hair, her strong fingers massaging my scalp and shoulders. She explored my body as she bathed me, filling me again with pleasure, and the need to bring pleasure to her. Rinsing the soap from my body, I knelt before her, my face tilled up, hoping for her kiss.
"No Little one, not now, we have places to go and we must get ready".
Finished bathing her self, Jenice stepped from the shower. I followed and she wrapped me in a thick towel, a second to dry my hair. That done she sat me before the vanity and arranged my hair. Next, she selected my make up, applying it lightly but with deliberate care. I was her canvas and she creating beauty with her every stroke. The finishing touch, a red lipstick that shone like blood.
Jenice had remade the bed. The dress and jacket I'd selected was again there, waiting to be worn. As I reached for them she said "No" and bade me stand before her at the foot of the bed. From her bag she removed what looked like a thick roll of glossy red tape. As she brought it closer I realized it was latex tape, the same as she'd used to bind me to the bed. The tape was at least four inches wide and matched my lipstick perfectly.
"This will be your garment Mon chèri. You will require no other" and fitting action to her words she bound my breasts in two passes with the thick tape. At my hips, she fashioned a short skirt in the same way and I knew that were I to bend or sit I would expose all. It was that short. Sheer red stockings followed this, their tops held in place with a single strip of tape.
From her bag she brought out a pair of red shoes. They had to have been five inch spiked heels with wide straps that would circle my ankles, chrome rings and buckles.
"I guessed at the size, but you looked like a six. Put them on and let me look at you."
I did as I was told. The shoes pinched my feet and I stumbled a little as I stood. Jenice circled me, approving the effect, the tip of her tongue stroking her lips in appreciation. Only then did Jenice begin to dress.
From her bag she produced thigh high latex stocking, glossy and black. Her shoes were black stilettos. The dress I had selected for myself she drew over her body, being taller than I it was shorter on her and her breasts nearly burst from the halter. She was at least a cup size larger than I.
My bra and garter belt she left on the bed. When she lifted my panties I thought she meant me to wear them, instead tossing them across the room. "You have soiled these and so you may not wear any," she said. For her self she selected a black lace thong from my dresser. Donning the jacket she stated, "Now we're ready." She said. "Come Mon petite, come," and we left the suite.
At the front of the hotel, Jenice hailed a cab and held the door as I climbed in. She followed telling the driver to take us to the club. I saw the driver watching us with his mirror and tried to keep my knees close, hiding myself from him. Jenice noticed also and forced my legs apart, revealing me to his leering stare.
"You will let him look," she whispered as she bit my earlobe. She then licked a finger and slipped it inside me, plunging into me again and again, bringing my orgasm close but incomplete. She licked her fingers clean leaving me unsatisfied and quivering. The driver was staring so hard it was a wonder we got to the club alive.
The club was just as I remembered it. Not a large club, intimate and private. You didn't get in unless you knew someone or could produce an invitation. I was reaching into my purse for my invitation when Jenice walked up to the doorman and gave him a brief hug. He pushed back those behind the ropes and ushered us up the stairs and through the doors.
As the doors closed behind us, and the inner doors opened, the music slammed into me like a wall. The DJ was playing an industrial with a heavy base beat that I was sure could vibrate my teeth loose. The dance floor, already crowded was a sea of undulating bodies locked in an orgasmic rhythm, and I longed to be one of them. Jenice had other plans.
She gently took my hand as she lead me to the long bar. A space cleared for us as we got there and Jenice leaned across the bar giving the bartender a kiss on the cheek. I remembered her from the last time I'd been here. Her name was Clare or Carla, something like that. Clare passed me a glass of white wine and opened a Molson for Jenice, from which she quickly took a long swallow before leaning once more across the bar to speak with Clare. The music was loud and I could not hear what was said, but they exchanged a second kiss on the cheek and Jenice took my hand again.
Jenice led me to a table in the back corner, just under the stairs were she could watch the club, all but the loft anyway. She helped me up on the tall stool in order to preserve a small portion of my modesty I thought, but in truth because she was not yet ready to reveal to all what she possessed. Seating herself, Jenice leaned close and kissed me. Her tongue parting my lips and giving me a taste of her passion, as her fingers slipped beneath my skirt, cupping my sex.
She turned me on the stool to face her, my back to the club, "Have you been to this club before little Tessa, or is it only a place you have heard about?"
"I've been here twice before, Jenice." I said. "I always try to get here during my visits to Montrèal."
"Have you ever met the owners, or do you only come for the scene and the dance?" she asked next.
"Yes," I said. "I've known Marie and Robert for about two years. I always try to make it here for her birthday party."
"Good," she said. "They should be arriving soon. Do they know you are her, in Montrèal?"
"Yes, I told Marie of my plans two weeks ago and she sent me an invitation. I told her of the new dress I'd bought and was dying to wear, and she said I must come and display it for her at the club," I said.
"What dress is this," she demanded.
"It's the one you are wearing Jenice," I said.
"Excellent, it is a marvelous dress," she said. "Now sit up straight, tall and proud my beautiful Tessa for they are here. No, don't look. They have not seen you yet but they have seen me and they are coming this way. I want to surprise them with my treasure. Don't fidget."
Jenice stepped from her stool, moving to greet Marie and Robert as they approached. I heard Marie's sweet laugh as she hugged Jenice and Robert's grunt of pleasure as he received one as well.
"That is a wonderful dress Jenice, you look ready to fall out of it. And the jacket's a perfect touch," Marie said. "Where did you get it?"
"You like? It was a gift from my new treasure," Jenice said. "She really has excellent taste, don't you think?"
I heard Robert make that growl I know so well, the one he always makes when he's found something new and fresh. "I was wondering when you would get around to introducing us to your friend," he said. "So what pretty little thing have you brought for us today, Jenice?"
Jenice whispered against my neck, "Stand up, and turn slowly. Let the suspense build."
I was careful getting down from the stool. It was a high seat and I was not yet accustomed to these heals. I was also quite aware of how short my improvised skirt was and did not wish to have it ride up. It barely covered as it was. I smoothed the wrinkles from my skirt, knowing full well Robert's eyes were glued to my ass as I passed my hands over it, and with a poise I did not know I possessed, turned and flashed them my most seductive smile.
"Oh My God! Tessa!" Marie screamed as she flung herself at me. "My God, you look sensational."
If Jenice hadn't been behind me I think I would have fallen from the force of Marie's hug. Robert was speechless. And that was something I never thought I'd see. I almost laughed at the expression on his face as his mouth hung open.
Being Robert, he recovered very quickly, almost before Marie told him to close his mouth and stop catching flies. He came forward, took my fingers and kissed them, spun me in a slow pirouette so he could view all sides, and then drew me into a huge hug that lifted me off my feet before putting me carefully back on the stool. The hug was classic Robert something between being crushed by a bear and groped by an octopus. I love Robert, he's an ox but he's so sweet about it, you just can't get mad at him, and Marie is the sweetest, most loving person I've ever met.
Together they're perfect and two of my best friends.
Robert leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Don't you go anywhere, we need to talk," before kissing me on the tip of my ear and heading for the bar.
Jenice sat to the left of me; Marie took the one on the right. Marie leaned in for another long hug. When she sat back, still holding my hands, she said, "Tessa, you look amazing. Is this the dress you told me about? I've never seen anyone stop Robert in his tracks like that. I can't believe how good you look. It's so great seeing you here."
"It was all Jenice," I said, "I just sat there and let her do everything. And no, she's actually wearing the dress I told you about.
"Modesty is a fine thing," Jenice said, "But do not take it to far Pretty one. I created nothing, only revealed that which was already there. Marie has witnessed my treasures many times, and even I must agree, you are the best. You are a crowning jewel beyond price." When she kissed me, I knew I would do anything she asked of me. Anything. And she knew it too.
Marie just held my arms out from my side, smiled her sweet smile and nodded it was true. "You are truly stunning Tessa," was all she said.
Robert came back with a round of drinks. For himself and Jenice, another beer, for Marie a flute of champagne, and one for me. I was still sipping at my wine when he took it away. "That will never do," he said as he placed the champagne in my hands. "Such elegance deserves the best." He kissed Marie and said, "I knew we were saving that bottle of 'Dom' for a reason."
We talked, caught up on what was happening in all of our lives. Marie and Robert filled me in on their business and how well everything was going. I told them of my business in Montrèal and how because of my bringing in this big contract I was being made partner. They congratulated me on my success and I did the same on theirs.
Jenice filled us all in on her classes and where she was going, her plans for when she had her degree and how she intended to use them. Then Jenice announce to the table as she kisses me on the cheek, "This Little one came to dance". She stood, helped me to my feet, and pointed me to the dance floor. "Go Little one," she whispered, "Dance for me. I will come for you when I need you." With a light spank she sent me on my way, and I flowed into the crowd on the dance floor.
I danced for what felt like hours, until the faces blurred before my eyes. Marie came out and danced with me several times. We danced, intimate as lovers, touching and kissing, long and deep. Our tongues dancing between each other lips as our sweaty bodies touched and slid against the other. Robert danced with me once to a slow song and I rested my face against his chest, catching my breath.
Through it all Jenice only watched. Every time I looked her way she only smiled, sultry and satisfied.
I was in love with the dance, and in love with the people that filled the club. It was wonderful and I was free. I was not the woman that I had always been; aggressive in business and actually rather shy when it came to my personal life. I had become something entirely different. Jenice had released and put on display a force of nature. I had become the dance, and the dance had taken me into itself. I had shed every inhibition I had ever held and all I wanted was to love and make love to every one there.
It was impossible to explain how aroused I was, how close I rode the edge of climax. I danced with strangers, with men, with women, with friends and with lovers, and made love with them all, riding a wave of micro orgasms, climaxing with each song and climbing higher with the next. Flesh touching flesh, flesh touching latex, and latex clad forms flowing one with the other till all were one. It was more than sex, it was a purer form, and it was dance.
I don't know how I got there, the music still played but I was separated from it. I was on a soft couch, covered in lime green vinyl, the cushions cradling like huge gloved hands. Some of the pins and combs had come loose from my hair and strands of it lay plastered to my face, and I could not remember where I was. Marie answered that question for me when she sat beside me and place a glass of champagne in my hands. I was so parched I drank the whole thing. She took the empty glass and gave me hers and I sipped more slowly from it. We were in the ladies lounge, and Marie told me Jenice had carried me here after I'd nearly collapsed on the dance floor. I was so embarrassed and told her so. Marie kissed me and told me not to be stupid. "You were magnificent Tessa," she said. "You were so beautiful out there and everyone was in love with you. I've never seen this side of you; I always knew it was there, I just never knew how to bring it out. Rest her for a little bit," she said. "I'm going to let everyone know you're ok and I'll be right back." I tried to follow and she gently pressed me back into the couch.
Marie did as she said she would and returned to sit with me. She took my hands from my lap, into one of hers, and tried to look me in the eye. When I didn't look up, her fingers gently lifted my chin until I could do nothing less that look on her smile and her soft blue eyes. In a commanding voice I had never heard from Marie before she stated, "I will not permit this. You will not sit there, looking ashamed and forlorn. Stop it right now."
I sniffled a couple of times and told her, "It's not so much that I feel shame. I do, but I'm embarrassed because I frightened everyone, that I cause so much concern. I'm not used to this. I'm not used to being the center of attention."
She kissed the tears from my cheek and said, "Well that's just nonsense. And whether you believe it or not, it's something you're going to have to get used to, and fast. There's no going back. I have know you for a little better than two years now Tessa and I have never known you to run from anything, and I'll be dammed if I'm going to let you start now."
"Come on."
She stood, helped me to my feet, slipped her arm around my waist, and together we walked back into the club.
She led me up the back stairs to the loft and away from the crowded dance floor. "Jenice has asked for you," she said as we navigated the narrow stairs.
The loft was separated from the rest of the club. From the dance floor wide stairs climbed to a balcony with 3 tables and a mirror wall, it was a place to sit and look down on the dance floor, away from the crush of the crowds. But for those who had access to the back stairs, the loft was actually a private room, and the mirror wall was a window that looked out on the club as a whole.
The room was a third as big as the main floor, with a bar along the north wall, a grouping of black couches, a couple of chaise loungers, and deep armchairs, all upholstered in thick black latex, and an assortment of low end tables topped with black marble. On the back wall was a stage that could be used for performing or as a small dance floor. Tonight, heavy velvet curtains on its three sides surrounded the stage. Marie led me behind the curtains to where Jenice was waiting. Jenice gathered me into a hug. As she held me I could feel her shaking. She kissed my lips.
"Are you ok Tessa?" she said. "Are you well?"
"Yes Jenice. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean ..."
She silenced me with a deep kiss. Jenice sat me on a low stool and knelt in front of me. She took my hands and looked into my eyes.
"Tessa, will you help me with something?" she asked. "I promise there will be no pain and no one will hurt you. I will keep you safe and only Marie and I will be with you. Don't be afraid. Will you help me?"
"Yes Jenice, I will help you." I said.
"Good." She kissed me and said, "First we must do something with your hair." And she smiled.
Jenice let my hair down from the wreck I'd made of it on the dance floor. She brushed the knots from the strands, careful not to pull to hard and working them slowly free. Finished, she plaited it into a thick braid near the top of my head.
"This is a bald cap," she said as she knelt in front of me again. It will protect your hair and ears. She fit the cap snugly to my head with the braid through a hole in the top. When she was done it was as if the only hair was the braid.
While Jenice was working on my hair and the cap, Marie had removed my shoes and stockings. She helped me to my feet as Jenice returned with a jar from her bag. It looked like cold crème but there was no label. Marie came up behind me and began undoing the bandeau of tape that held my breasts. My skirt was next, as Jenice with thick rubber gloves began applying the crème to my arms and upper body, finishing at my feet. It was making my skin tingle, cold when it was applied but heating as it warmed to my body. "The crème is a hair remover and a moisturizer," Jenice said. " It will remove all the hair from your body and soften your skin. After about five minutes, Jenice and Marie began sponging the crème off with warm soapy water, drying me with soft towels.
Jenice returned with something else from her bag. It looked like a thick red dildo, except it was flat and to flexible. She sat me on the stool and put it in my hands. "This will protect you Little one, inside as well as out. It's a vaginal sleeve and I'm going to insert it inside of you. It will feel cold but only for a moment and I think you will enjoy how it feels. Will you permit this," she asked?
"Yes Jenice," I said, opening my legs for her.
Jenice used a vibrator to gently push the sleeve into me, vibrating softly, smoothing it inside until it fit snugly. When she removed the vibrator I looked at what she had done.
"Do you see Tessa, the sleeve forms a seal over your little pussy, protecting the outer lips and your tender little clit." She licked me there, feeling her tongue through the latex; I shivered. It was sculpted even, to resemble my vaginal folds.
Alright, we're almost ready," Jenice said. "Mon petit, we're going to put on a little demonstration for the club. I'm going to show them some of the uses for a product called Liquid Latex. Have you heard of it?"
"It's a kind of body paint, isn't it?"
"Yes and no," she said. "You apply it much like paint, but it's latex and it forms a second skin or sheath that can be removed, and if it's thick enough, worn again. You my dear Tessa, are going to be my canvas. Marie and I are going to encase you in latex. To do this you have to remain still while the layers dry or they will wrinkle. We will secure you to this frame to help you stay in place. And when we do your hands and feet you have to hold them still. Can you do this, my treasure?"
"Yes Jenice," I said. Jenice and Marie cuffed me spread to the frame. I stood, naked and exposed, ready to be remade. I was shivering. I thought it was for fear of everyone that would be looking at me but then, I realized it was from excitement, and knowing that I was beautiful and everyone who saw me would desire and want me.
With a nod from Marie, the lights went dark, the curtains drawn away, two spots flashed; lighting the stage, and Jenice stepped to the fore.
Like a dancer, Jenice bowed to those seated on the chairs and couches that filled the room. There was mild applause. "You all know me of course. I am Jenice Rochelle. The lucky ones among you may know me as Mistress Rose. All again knows Marie, else you would not be amongst this company. And though some of you may have had the pleasure of dancing with, all of you have seen and admired this night my newest treasure."
With a sweeping gesture Jenice turned and indicated me, hanging naked with in the sturdy frame. "This is Tessa. With Tessa and Marie's help I will put on a small demonstration for you tonight. You have all heard of and I'm sure enjoyed the pleasures of Liquid Latex, bur tonight I am going to demonstrate some of its uses you may not have fully appreciated. In essence, I'm going to show you how to create a custom fitted and fully enclosed body suit. One designed to truly accentuate its wearer."
While Jenice spoke, Marie rolled a table out with a large bowl of steaming water and several sponge brushes, and cloths.
"Sit back, relax. I will answer any questions after the show. But for now, enjoy."
With the introduction done, Jenice and Marie began to paint. Staring at my neck, across my shoulders and arms to where they were held in the leather cuffs. Marie did my back, and Jenice painting over my chests and breasts. I shivered and a small gasp escaped me when she painted over my nipples, the latex was so cold. My nipples already erect where like diamond hard points that tingled with a delicious shiver, seeming to have a direct path to my moistening sex. Together, they applied the latex with care, no part of me left untended, until I was covered in a shining coat of deep red from my ankles to my wrist. They rinsed the brushes in the warm soapy water to keep them from clotting and dried them thoroughly with the cloths
Through it all Jenice spoke, explaining the process as well as the preparations needed before applying. How it was important to remove all unnecessary body hair as the latex would stick to it and be uncomfortable, and that it was very difficult to remove, usually having to be cut out. Also it would detract from the smooth finish she sought to create. In addition it was a good idea to moisturize the skin, as the latex would dry it as it dried, and it made removal easier.
"What I'm creating here will be a fully hooded cat suit. As you see I have covered Tessa's hair with a bald cap. You have the option of shaving the scalp, but I could not bear to remove these lovely tresses from our precious dancer. Still we don't wish to get any of the latex in the braid so Marie is tying it to the crossbar of our frame to keep it out of the way. The other reason I chose the cap is to keep the latex out of Tessa's ears. You can cover the ears in other ways but I find this method very efficient and aesthetically pleasing."
Jenice whispered to me, "You're doing very well Little one and I'm so proud of you. We're going to do your head and face next and I want you to be extra still, breath slowly and absolutely do not open your mouth." She kissed me deeply her tongue slipping past my lips leaving me breathless.
"You must be very careful when using liquid latex on the face and head to protect the eyes and mouth," Jenice told them. "I'll be covering Tessa's eyes with a pair of goggles. You can get these at any tanning salon or if you prefer the subject to see, goggles with lenses can be use in their place. But they should fit snuggly so the latex will not leak around the edges."
With the goggles pressed firmly in place she finished covering my head and face in latex, joining it to the staring point at my neck. While Jenice did my head, Marie was using a hand held hair dryer to speed the drying of the latex and ready it for the next coat. As it dried I could feel it tightening. The feeling of this second skin bonding to my own and the smell of the latex were having its effect on me. My arousal was at such a peek that every touch was again sending micro orgasms racing through me. My skin was so sensitive that every breeze and breath of air was a lover's caress. My feet and hands were released one at a time, dipped, dried, and reshackled, until no part of me remained uncovered.
The process was repeated twice more, drying between each coat and thickening my new skin. Jenice answered question during this phase. Through it all my senses continued to fill me. It was unlike any latex garment I had ever worn before. To be touch wearing latex is heaven, but this feeling was as if nothing separated. As if touching me was the same as a caress to my naked flesh. I still don't know, perhaps it was because no garment had ever been molded so perfectly to my skin as this one was.
Jenice was wrapping up her presentation as the third coat dried. Explaining that for play two or three coats were sufficient, but for something that would be reusable five to six coats were needed or it would be damaged to readily. She further explained how the suit could be varied. The subjects hands and arms, or even legs, could be bound before applying the latex, thus sealing them inside the cat suit, in the fashion of a body bag. Her personal favorite, kneeling, buttocks to ankles, elbows and wrist along the spine and behind the back, difficult she explained but well worth the added effort.
With a flourish and a bow, "Et Voila, the perfect Latex Slave."
The applause was loud and prolonged. I could not see but could hear the curtains drawn once more around the stage, and Jenice was beside me. Jenice and Marie released me from the frame and lowered me to the stool so I could sit and rest. I could feel them both hugging and kissing me, telling me I was wonderful.
"Rest for a moment Mon chèri coeur. We have one more thing to show them."
I heard what sounded like furniture being moved as the frame was pushed back against the wall. Marie came to me, helped me, put my shoes on my feet, and guided me to the center of the stage. She helped me kneel onto a bench that had been placed there and she secured my ankles. Leaning forward, over a second part of the bench, my arms were drawn down the sides and fastened to the front legs. In place, the curtains again withdrawn, Marie knelt by my head and kissed my neck.
While Marie was preparing me, Jenice was changing. She had returned dressed in a black latex cincher, long gloves, and a thick black strap-on. I felt her hands move up the insides of my thighs, and I shivered. She slapped my ass hard on one cheek and then the other, and I gasped. The gasp muffled by the latex covering my mouth. Fingers entered me from behind, sliding within the sleeve, within me, and I knew Jenice's touch. Her thumb rubbed hard against my clit as her fingers moved in and out of me. Jenice leaned over me, her full breasts and hard nipples pressed into my back.
"Tell me my sweet, Mon plus chèri amour, tell me what you need," Jenice whispered to me.
I whispered as best I could, "Make Love to me Jenice."
Jenice entered me, the thick black shaft of the latex cock slowly but inexorably filling me. She took me carefully, like a lover, slipping in and out of me. Loving me as a woman loves another. As she penetrated me and brought my orgasm closer, I felt Marie below the bench, her tongue and lips playing across my clit. Jenice's thick strap on vibrating inside me and filling me as no one had before, Marie's talented tongue dancing over my quivering sex, and the waves of unfulfilled orgasms that had been building with in me since this night began, crashed together in a tidal wave of force. Nothing could have prepared me, and I was washed away. Time lost all meaning, only that moment frozen in sweet bliss.
I don't know how it ended, or how I got to Marie's office. I remember thunderous applause and the stamping of feet. I remember strong arms lifting and carrying me like a child. I remember being lain on a soft couch, Jenice laid beside me, and a blanket warm and safely wrapped about us both. I remember hearing Marie come in and whisper to Jenice that Robert was bringing the car around to the back door and that we would be home soon. But it was all like a dream and I was so tired, too tired to open my eyes or lift my head, to tired to move. Every touch or movement brought another wave of orgasm, softer, subsiding, but ever present. Finally, I remember being placed in a big bed where sleep and dreams claimed me and took me away. My only certainty was the warmth of Jenice's arms, her kisses, and her tears of love falling softly onto my sleeping face.
Story Submitted By: davrous2000
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