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.
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