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RUBBER CAR BONDAGE
The drive to New York was one more necessary evil, one last major inconvenience Samantha had to overcome before she could begin her long weekend with her lover, Erika. The previous two months had been filled with all kinds of last minute schedule changes, too much overtime and the general conspiring of fate to keep the two apart. By the second week of March, Samantha was wracked with sexual frustration. This would be their first time together since New Year's. She wanted their week together to be special, and after having to cancel it three times, nothing was going to keep her from a lust filled five days with her soul mate.
She had made many times before. A transplant, Samantha knew the route like the back of her hand. The drive was excruciatingly boring. No turns, and no exits for nearly six hours, just 70 miles per hour on the interstate. She even knew where the speed traps were. Resigned to six hours alone with only whatever company the car radio could provide, she almost dreaded making the drive. A week before the trip, she had a wild, wonderful perverted idea that planted itself in her head. Erica had introduced Samantha to the erotic use of bondage, latex and sex toys, so Samantha decided she wanted to show her appreciation. "What would Erica think if I showed up in Manhattan dressed up in latex under my regular clothes?"
It would certainly make the drive more interesting. As the days passed, her plans grew more elaborate. She would buy more rubber. She would buy more sex toys. She went for a complete electrolysis of her bikini area and legs. And she got very, very horny. By the time she began to pack the car, her rubber car bondage became a full blown obsession. It was all she could do to not tell Erika about her plan as they talked on the phone during the workweek. Not even a hint. Just the unspoken knowledge between separated lovers that they were looking forward to spending quality time together. "I miss you. I can't wait to see you." Was all Samantha let on.
Finally, the day of the trip arrived. The car was packed with all of the clothes and miscellaneous things for the trip. Unlike other trips, though, all of her kinky toys and rubber clothes would be on (or in) Samantha's body instead of in her suitcase.
Samantha left work early, went straight home and took a hot shower. Her mind was racing with anticipation as she began the transformation from normal person to one acting out a bizarre sexual fantasy. First, she lubricated the butt plug, top to bottom. It hurt a little at first, but her rear yielded and became used to the its fullness. "I'd better get used to it, because there is no place I can stop on the highway that would be safe to undress", she thought. Next came the vibrating egg into her vagina. It slid easily inside her, and Samantha smiled at the new fullness inside her. Next were the tight, form fitting latex cycle shorts. She shuddered as they slid on the newly depilated skin of her outer lips. That particular pair of shorts, Erika's favorites, fit like a second skin because of the way they were molded. They had a very high rise in the crotch, and they drove the but plug home as they separated her firm cheeks. She smoothed them on
Samantha was torn by competing urges. She was simultaneously disgusted with what she was doing and was having second thoughts about proceeding with her plan. What if she broke down or got into an accident on the highway? Every sensible part of her mind told her to immediately stop, pull the perverted toys out of her, put it all in a bag and just drive. Another urge was to say the hell with everything, drop to the bed and give herself the huge orgasm that was already just around the corner. The two urges were leading her to the inescapable conclusion that there was only one thing she could do - press on. She knew that no matter how aroused she was now, would be multiplied many times over by her inability to stop until she was in her lover's apartment. And what Erika might do with her once she got there was a whole other wet dream.
She smoothed the shorts and felt the tight pull of the latex caress and mold to her pussy and ass. They accentuated the filled up feeling she got from the butt plug and the egg, and it felt like she could feel the rubber becoming one with her skin. Next was to apply a generous amount of Cult lubricant to the inside of the shorts. As she spread it around, the rubber seemed to come alive. It was now almost floating on her body, holding and pressing her from her knees to her navel. Every breath caused the rubber to cares her, and even a movement as subtle as shifting her weight from one leg to the other caused the rubber to slither over her. The effect on her velvet smooth pussy was was mind blowing. It was exquisite, but it was only the beginning.
Next were the new stockings, which came several inches higher than the shorts. A hip-hugging garter belt would hold the stockings up, followed by the bra. The inside of the bra was lined with small, soft rubber spikes around her nipples, and the sensation nearly made Samantha come right there on the spot when she added the lotion and felt the nubs slide past her erect nipples. Then she added the third and final toy for the session: a Venus Butterfly. It was obviously created by a woman. It is a smallish oval shaped vibrator, controlled by a variable, wired remote and covered with soft rubber nubs. What sets it apart from others is that it has adjustable straps that allow it to be placed and held directly on the clitoris. The straps don't get in the way of either vaginal or anal penetration, so it can be used during intercourse or practically any other play. It is particularly diabolical when used on a bound woman, or under street clothes. The straps held it firmly against her most sensitive area, and just the thought of what it would do to her already wet, rubber sealed clit brought another shudder to her entire body.
The last piece of latex was her new high necked, long sleeve top. It too was quite form fitting, and quickly covered her long, trim torso and arms with a second skin. Her entire body was hugged by the firm compression of the slippery rubber. She then polished the outside of her new second skin, and it all became even more form fitting as it became wet with the silicone based goo. She stood back to admire her handiwork. She liked what she saw. "Wait till Erika finds out I'm wearing all of this!" Not only did she look and feel great, but every breath and every movement caused it to slide on her aroused breasts and crotch. And even before it was turned on, the Venus butterfly's nubs were making their presence known.
Samantha knew that she didn't have the guts to go out in public dressed in latex, so she began to put on street clothes over her pleasure outfit. First, she locked Erika's leather wrist and ankle cuffs on and she began to put on street clothes. She pulled her newest, tightest fitting pair of jeans from the drawer and thought to herself, "What in God's name am I doing? What kind of pervert does this kind of thing?" Her shame was tempered by the realization that she would soon look like just any other driver on the highway, and no one would be able to tell that she was dressed for extreme carnal pleasure.
As she pulled them up, Samantha realized that the fit of the jeans would be quite snug. They fit her slender but shapely body perfectly, reminding her of both the butt plug and the Venus Butterfly. Even the slightest movement from the waist down caused the rubber to caress her lower body and cause a small earthquake of sensation at the epicenter of her clit, where the vibrator waited. With the turtleneck, socks and sneakers, she was done. "Normal person on the outside, sex fiend on the inside!"
Considering all of the gear she was wearing, it was remarkably easy to move. One more check in the mirror for telltale signs of her outfit left Samantha convinced that she could pull off her escapade without fear of detection by toll collectors or anyone else she was likely to see on her trip. The rubber made her breasts and rear end more perky - bonus!- but the only real giveaways were her face - flushed red from the combination of embarrassment and arousal - and the pungent smell of the latex. As long as she got out of her townhouse without running into any of her neighbors, she decided she would be okay.
The effect of the skin-tight rubber on her lubricated, hairless pussy was especially exciting. The latex slid all over every square millimeter of her body - molding, holding and caressing her from her neck to her toes. The jeans enhanced the effect by providing a tight outer shell for the latex to hold on to and her body to slide against, pressing her cheeks and labia apart. With time and the effect of the silicone lubricant, the rubber now felt as if it had been deflated onto her taut body.
One thing she couldn't anticipate was just how difficult it would be to walk without causing herself to orgasm. Not only did her jeans look and feel great, but they also pressed the nubby vibrator into her clit, massaging it into her. Each step also reminded her of the fullness caused by the plug in her ass and the small egg shaped vibrator in her vagina. She tried to keep her composure as she took baby steps down the stairs. Moving her torso or arms caused the same kind of havoc on her slippery nipples encased in their rubbery torture chamber.
"Rubber Torture chamber" she thought. "That's exactly what I've done to myself. I've put myself into an erotic torture chamber that I can't leave for the next six hours." The thought of how to tell Erika and what Erika would do when she got her hands on her made her heart race even faster.
Her waist length coat covered any bulge left by the vibrators' battery packs on her belt, and once she had it on, she had one last "This is insane" thought and stepped out the door. She remembered to bring extra silicone lubricant and extra batteries in her large purse.
"Samantha! How are you?" It was her neighbor, Dave. He was handsome and nice enough, but he had a big, puppy dog crush on her, and he wasn't giving her nearly enough personal space. She could feel her face turn an even brighter shade of red as she hoped he wouldn't notice anything wrong with her. He also managed to put himself between Samantha and her Celica, freezing her in place for fear of getting too close.
"I'm fine. In a rush though, leaving for New York." She could see him smell the latex.
"Are you okay? You seem a little flushed?" There was something obviously not okay with her, he thought, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Yeah, it's just a cold. Listen, I'm running late can you keep an eye on my apartment for me? I'll be back next Saturday." She slid past him, eyes diverted and made her way to the CELICA.
"You bet. Next Saturday. Shure" There was something wrong with her, he thought. "Maybe she has such a crush on me that she is too embarrassed actually have a conversation with me."
Lifting her leg to get into the Celica was a huge jolt. She would have gotten into the car much more gingerly, but with Dave watching, she didn't dare move differently than normal. The action of lifting her leg and lowering herself onto the seat pressed the vibe onto her clit hard and gave the butt plug a huge jolt. Her whole body felt like one single sex organ - wet, lubricated, and totally smothered in the unyielding grasp of the latex. It dawned on Samantha that it was as if her clothes were violating her right there in the parking lot. Her clothes were fucking her. Her clothes were fucking her, she was sealed head to toe in tight rubber, she couldn't get out for the next six hours and she loved it. She smiled a big smile as she pulled her car out of the parking space and onto the road. The bumps sent shivers down her spine.
Erika picked up the phone in her apartment. "Hello."
"Hi, I'm just getting onto the Turnpike. I'm running behind"
"That's too bad. What kept you? You were going to leave an hour ago?" Erika was disappointed that she would have to wait longer than she expected.
"I am late because I want to show you gratitude for introducing me to so many new things since we met. Are you sitting down?"
"Sure. But I don't get it. Are you okay? You sound funny."
"Listen. I have been really looking forward to this trip for weeks. I decided that I want to be your plaything from the moment I stepped into your apartment."
"Sammy, what has gotten in to you?" Erika giggled, "I love when you talk dirty."
"I've done some things to get ready. Let me tell you how I prepared. First, I got a full Brazilian at the electrolysis shop. I am completely hairless, and it feels very sexy."
"Oh, my. You really have been looking forward to coming out here, haven't you?"
Samantha laughed to herself as she readied to drop the bomb. "Oh, you don't know a fraction of it yet. On the outside, I'm just wearing black jeans and a turtleneck," she began to slow her words, giving extra weight to each item. "But on the inside, I am a time bomb just waiting to go off. Underneath I am wearing tight latex from my neck down, I have a butt plug in my rear, and a vibrating egg in my pussy. My rubber bra has nubs that are driving my nipples wild and I am wearing a Venus Butterfly between the rubber and the tightest, most form-fitting pair of jeans I own. The rubber is lubed from my elbows to my knees and I have your sexy leather wrist and ankle cuffs locked on to keep me from getting out. The sensation of it all is unbelievable, and I haven't even turned on either of the vibes yet. Erika, I am so aroused right now I could die."
"Oh, Stop it! You're making this up! You really had me going for a while there!"
"Listen, here's the top of my rubber shirt." She snapped the collar of the shirt and it made the characteristic sound of latex slapping against skin.
"Nice try. I'll see you when you get here."
"You don't believe me! Do you want to hear the Venus Butterfly? Listen." Samantha fumbled for the control and turned both vibes on to medium. She was going to hold the phone next to it for just a moment for Erika to hear the buzz, but she couldn't help but press her hand between her legs. The butterfly hit home, and by the time she could pull over to the shoulder and put the car in park, she was rubbing herself wildly as her entire body exploded into a white-hot orgasm. The tight jeans and lubricated rubber intruded and caressed every bit of her genitals and ass as she squeezed her legs together and ground her hips to the carnal rhythm.
"Aaanngh... aaaah... aaah... aaaah... aaah... mmmmm... mmmmmm..."
She could feel her hot juices still flowing into her suit as she fumbled for the switches and turned off the vibes.
Erika was in stunned silence as Samantha spoke again, barely catching her breath, "You gotta believe me, Erika," she panted, "My clit, my vagina, my nipples, my rear - my entire body - is being fucked and squeezed by this body-hugging rubber, two vibrators and a butt plug. I just came like an earthquake."
"OH MY GOD! You perverted little tramp! You have all of that on you in the car?"
"Yes my dear. Underneath my street clothes. What a fucking blast this is. It feels sooo good. It is absolutely merciless and I am trapped this way until you unlock me when I get there."
"What makes you think that I will unlock you?"
They both burst out laughing and began to talk about plans for their week together.
Story Submitted By: rob rubber
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