Archives for January 2008
Erotic Wrestling
As she moved, she delighted to feel her suit sliding around her. The
excess oil was too thick and light weight to slosh, but the suit was
somewhat loose on her body, sliding over her skin very sensually as she
walked toward the elevator. She revelled in her aroused state,
deliberately swaying her hips and lengthening her stride. She was
rewarded with many little caresses within her suit. She felt the big
rod macking in the grease, and the little bumps rubbing across her
nipples, grabbing at her labia and searching for her clitoris.
Her heart thumped excitedly as they entered the elevator cage and she
wondered what further devious ideas Dodds had in store. The sexual
feelings she had just experienced were so strong, she knew it would not
take much more before she got off. They dropped like a stone to the
ground floor, then took the stairs to the basement.
The small amount of exercise thus far had already turned her suit into
a mild sauna, the silicone lubricant warming slowly to her body
temperature. She certainly couldn’t feel the slight chill of the
basement. At the foot of the stairs, they turned right, cueing her
that they had headed into the room she often used for enemas or other
watersports, as it had a sink and a floor drain. She had begun to feel
heavy and fuzzy-headed, and she wondered what drug Dodds had given her
this time.
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Just barely, she could feel it sliding down her throat. It felt
obscene, an intrusion into her body where such things didn’t belong.
Dodds watched the slow progress of the tube as he gently fed it into
her mask. When a taped mark on the tube reached the mask, he slid a
metal coupling along the tube until it seated in the mouth hole,
sealing the junction.
The stomach tube came out a small hole in the side of the fitting. All
that was left was to attach a small puffer bulb to a valve above the
breathing tube, and with a few pumps, the inflatable skirt of the
oxygen mask swelled and sealed against her face.
Dodds must have been finished, at least temporarily, as Mandy felt him
guide her to her feet, lead her by the hand out the door, then down the
hall.
She was surprised he hadn’t put boots or shoes on her, he usually
considered some kind of uncomfortable foot wear de rigueur with his
outfits.