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Tale behind kink
This tale is behind kink
He remained silent as she sat down next to the pile, and with a grin
and a little flourish, he produced two small foam ear plugs from his
breast pocket. Under his watchful eye, she inserted them carefully
into her ears. Her eyes grew just a little wide as her world became
silent and she tried to imagine what new ideas he had in store for
her. She hoped he would finally allow her to come.
“Get into that.” He said it loudly, so that she might hear through the
ear plugs. He pointed at a black pile of rubber on the bed. She
picked it up. She recognized it as her own. It was her thickest suit,
custom-fitted to her measurements, made from two laminated layers of
heavy weight latex, making it nearly an eighth-inch thick. She had
only worn it on a few occasions; while motorcycling, or when walking
outside in wet weather, and once in the summer sun when she had felt
particularly masochistic. It was ideal for keeping dry, as it had
attached feet, heavy gloves, an open-faced hood and a watertight zipper
like those used in diver’s suits. It was also the devil to put on,
since it fit skin-tight, and the thick rubber didn’t stretch easily.
As she handled it however, she felt something different about it.
Closer examination revealed that apparently, Mr. Dodds had made
extensive modifications to it.
“How could you?” Mandy scolded. “This suit cost me over a thousand
dollars! Just because you own half a dozen companies, and can afford
what ever exotic gear you like doesn’t mean I can! I expect
you…MMPh!”
Mr. Dodds had shoved the toe of a patent leather shoe in her mouth to
shut her up. “Now you listen to me, you little minx!” he said. “I
have gone to considerable trouble and expense to bring this little
circus to you, and I expect you to show the proper gratitude! As for
your precious suit, it isn’t as if it were the only one you have.
Maybe Kris Kringle will bring you a better one this Christmas, but only
if you’re a very good girl.”
He knew she hated to be called a girl.
“Now why don’t you save your tongue for what it is best at,” he added,
“and look over my work- you may find that wearing this suit will be
quite pleasurable.”
Mandy stared sullenly over the high-heeled shoe filling her mouth at
the strange suit in her lap.
There were now many small rubber bumps lining the molded breast cups.
Stranger yet, the breast cups were now huge rounded cones, hard and
heavy to the touch, and each had a small jack connector at the tip,
like chrome nipples.
The seat of the suit had also been heavily modified. There was a thick
dildo at the front of the crotch, with numerous little rubber fingers
above it. To the rear of the dildo was a reinforced hole in the
crotch.
The front of the crotch had another large, hard, and weighty addition
molded on, shaped roughly like an athletic cup. On the outside, it
looked like her natural mons, but greatly exaggerated. It too, had a
jack connector in the front.
Her favorite had been made into a “grope suit”, and a severe-looking
one at that. She stared at Mr. Dodds with renewed respect, and some
trepidation.
“Well? What are you staring at? Get into it!” he admonished.
She knew it could not be put on without lubrication, and Dodds must
have realized this, as he handed her a large jug of viscous fluid.
“Here, this is better than wasting a dozen tubes of KY. It’s the same
silicone stuff I sent you, so it won’t hurt the rubber.”
She poured a third of the thick, slimy liquid inside, and smoothed it
into every cranny of the suit. Then she liberally greased her body
with more of it, revelling in the sexual feelings it aroused as she
caressed her slippery body. The greasy goo felt warm when spread on
the skin, like expensive massage oil. Almost eagerly, she began to put
on the suit.
Dodds indicated that she should thread the hose from her butt plug
through the hole in the crotch of the suit. There was a plastic ring
on the hose that stopped the hose from coming any further out, and left
several inches of slack inside the suit.
Obey The Master
She dried off slowly, her core still warm with the memory of those
unexpected vibrations. She assumed that Dodds would be putting another
all-enclosing outfit of some kind on her, since that seemed to be his
particular fetish this year. So she dried herself even more thoroughly
and, after powdering herself all over with talcum, she exited the
bathroom. Like a butterfly from it’s chrysalis, she thought.
Dodds seemed unimpressed with his butterfly, however. He did smile
appreciatively, even licked his lips suggestively, but he said nothing,
just waved her towards him where he sat on the bed next to yet another
pile of garments and gear. He held something up. It was a large
plastic butt plug, hollow, with big holes in it. It had a largish
hose attached. From her experience, Mandy thought that the hose was
too large, it looked like it would allow an awfully fast flow. It was
obvious what his intentions were, so she bent over obediently. When
she was suitably plugged, he motioned for her to sit down on the bed.
She did, with a little groan.
Slaves Tortured To Orgasm
Tortured to orgasm
“Ah yes, well,” Dodds replied, “I am not in the habit of asking
permission of my slaves for anything. And you know I couldn’t have had
nearly as much fun if I’d given you fair warning. Besides, I called
last time, remember?”
“Sure, you called to order me over to England! By the time I got back,
Flora was nearly out of her head wondering whether I was coming home.
Say, what have you done with the others? You know I’m going to have a
hell of a time handling Jason after this stunt of yours.”
“Now don’t worry, love, I’ve thought of everything. First of all, they
have their own problems to think about right now, I wouldn’t worry
about them. And secondly…. secondly, WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME,
SLAVE?!” He grinned slightly as she cowered at his feet. “Get into the
shower, you smell like a locker-room!”
She scooted, smiling very slightly to herself. Truth to tell, she was
a bit whiff, having sweated out untold hours tightly bound and laced
down, and rubber body suits were not known for their breathability.
She was grateful for the chance to get clean. She spent almost a half
hour under the steaming water, luxuriating in the needle spray and
wishing she had a shower massager, that she might relieve the sexual
tension she had built up over the last few hours. She seriously
considered masturbating only for a moment though, for she knew Dodds
could walk in at any moment, and he would be furious if he caught her.
He preferred his slaves to get their stimulation from whatever
“torture” he dreamed up… to rely upon him for release.
Mistreated slave
She gazed in silence at this incredible man, who could turn her pride
and temerity to jelly with a glance.
He smiled again. “How do you like my visit so far?” he enquired.
“Not bad… But you know, you’re going to make it damn hard for me to
play the domineering bitch, after being mistreated like this! Every
time we meet, it ends up like this- me groveling at your feet while you
dream up new, er, torments for me. I really wish you’d call before
dropping in. And you might at least have asked my permission to top my
slaves first.”
Kinky bondage fetish
bondage fetish
Finally, to Mandy’s relief, she felt him unlacing the heavy bondage
suit. As the corset laces came loose, she let out a sigh, and breathed
deeply, her aching waist quivering as unused muscles returned to life.
If not for the strap holding her up by the head, she might have
collapsed, so weak was her waist and back. She felt wobbly, as if her
torso itself were made of rubber. Soon she felt the heavy suit being
stripped away, and then to her delight, hands massaging her breasts
through the thin latex of her inner suit.
Damn, that feels good! she thought. She couldn’t stand it any longer-
she had to have him. She wiggled and squirmed up against him, no
longer caring what he did to her, or how desperate she looked, only
wanting to be satisfied. Alas, it was not to be. He stepped back from
her. She could not move forward without strangling herself within the
tight helmet.
Then light blinded her as the suit’s hood was unlaced and removed.
Dodds had pulled out a small pair of scissors and was snipping away at
the rubber tape covering the rear zipper of the second suit. In a
minute he had it uncovered, and the remnants of glue and tape peeled
away. He unzipped this too, and let it fall to the floor, her
collected sweat streaming down her body.
Behind Kink Porno
Behind Kink Porn
Dodds smiled. “I see you are still enjoying yourself,” he said loudly,
so that she might hear him within the tight fitting helmets.
“I don’t know about you, love,” he continued, “but I am ready for a
change.” He began untying the straps suspending her over the bed. “I
hope you have plenty of energy left,” he added, “you’re going to need
it.”
When he had her down from her elevated position, he freed her arms and
legs of straps, and stood her upright. Shortly, he had stretched a
strap from the top of her helmet to the top rail of the bed, forcing
her to stand straight.