Cosette loves playing the part of a naughty latex nun and last night was certainly an adventure in latex sexuality. Her tight latex leggings and top, habit and hood, gloves and gas mask on, she walked into the room and presented herself to her Master, kneeled before him and bowed her head. The compression of her sex heightened her excitement and desire and she resisted the urge to reach between her legs and touch herself.
Her Master walked over and said, “Bow to me, kiss each boot and keep your forehead on the floor until you’re told to do otherwise”. She could hear the sound of the gloves sliding onto his hands and over his latex shirt sleeves. She knew she would soon feel the sweet torment and sexual arousal that these experiences always brought. The smell of latex, shined and prepared, was sweet and sensual.
Her Master’s gloved hand lifted her chin and slipped his finger inside her mouth; phallic in nature and arousing to her, she sucked as though it was her Master’s cock which brought him to a heightened state of arousal. She could see that he already slipped two rubber cock rings over his latex sheathed erection with three more in his hands. Willingly, she poured some lubricant into her hand and began to shine the monster in front of her with an anticipation mixed in fear and excitement. She knew that the cock rings enlarged her Master’s arousal to the point that it ached entering her but it was an ache she craved and the more she craved the tighter the latex seemed to be on her body. The hood made her lips swell, the bright red lipstick a euphemistic symbol of the swelling between her legs that made her ache for a mere touch. Which he denied.
Both hands wrapped around his cock and she could feel it enlarge more as he slipped on the next two cock rings, the remaining one would slip underneath and around his balls to further engorge his erection and she knew soon she would be bound and in a position where he would use her over and over and she wanted that.
She climbed onto the bed, latex sheets wrapped over the mattress with a bit of lubricant on top in order to make access and movement easier. He rolled her over on her stomach, told her to place her hands behind her as he put a spreader bar on her ankles. Next came a set of cuffs and a rope that allowed him to tie the spreader bar to the cuffs forcing her back to arch ever so slightly. In front of her was placed a bottle of water with a tube and he placed it on her lips telling her to drink until he said stop. She did.
Her magnificent Master leaned over the bed and begin to apply latex shine to her entire body which further inflamed her desire. Now it was purely physical. She wanted what he had. She wanted what he would give her. She wanted to feel that initial entry into her, slowly and methodically.
Weeks ago, she bought a tiny vibrator which looked like a large bullet which she hung around her neck from a chain. She wore it frequently along with her collar to let those around her know that she was a sexual creature, belonging to only one Master and man. He placed that small vibrator underneath her, to the point she could feel it but just far enough out of position that she couldn’t feel the full effects, further torturing her. Gently, he pulled a bit on the rope and her back arched just ever so slightly but uncomfortably. She knew this was merely the beginning and his latex gloved hands massaged her ass and gently pressed against her pussy.
As she began to drink more water, the pressure became more uncomfortable but at the same time heightened her arousal to the point where she started to moan, unknowingly.
“What’s wrong, little girl”? her Master asked as she slowly ground her pussy on the bed, craving more of his touch and ultimately, his cock inside her. She could hear the sound of his boots on the hardwood floor and detected that he was now circling her, like an animal surveying his prey before moving in for the kill. On her right, now behind, now to the left and all of a sudden, the piercing sting of his small, single tail whip on her pussy and she immediately plunged into a massive orgasm that rocked her body and she could feel emanating from the soles of her feet. Never had the excruciating pain mixed with the pleasure this way and she wondered if there would ever be a way to exceed this excitement. Inside, she was feeling some disappointment that she may never feel this again but a large part of her believed that her Master would find a way to exceed this moment.
And then the crack of the whip on her pussy and she squealed with pain and pleasure again. She felt his latex gloved fingers enter her pussy, slightly curved and touching that small. spongy little spot inside her that was the gateway to her pleasure. He knew where that was and could traverse the boundaries of pleasure and torture so easily that she wondered if some secret government entity had trained him in this. Could you bring someone to the brink of confession merely by making them feel the conflicting emotions wrapped around pleasure and pain? Would you make promises to enter depths of depravity knowing that what followed the pain would be so intense that this would be like selling your soul to the Devil?
As his fingers slowly massaged that wonderful spot inside, his other gloved hand slowly caressed her face, slid over her mouth and his thumb and forefinger closed off her nostrils, now cutting off her air and the mix of emotions and feelings now swirled around her like a cyclone. What to beg for first? Air? She couldn’t communicate. Orgasm? She’d already came without permission and she knew he was taking mental notes and would make her pay for that. Not knowing how many seconds she’d been without air, she knew she could go a minute or so without feeling panic and that hadn’t set it. Yet.
He continued to massage her, applying pressure both inside her with his forefinger and outside with the palm of his hand. Her latex clad body was now cooling down and the compression of her hands, face and body helped with the pressure of all the water she consumed.
And now she started feeling panic and moved her head to free her face from his hand but he wouldn’t relinquish. She struggled and fought against him but couldn’t free herself. Finally, he relinquished and she gasped for hair. His fingers slipped outside and now she felt the low hum and vibration of a pink toy that gave her some relief but also started building the orgasm again. He placed it under her, loosened her feet and hands and simply said, “comply”. Oh, she would comply, gladly. She craved him inside her so badly that she could hardly stand it. She knew that his cock was sheathed in latex, cock rings, both metal and rubber, on his cock, enlarging it past the point of discomfort but to the level of craving it even more. It was more than a symbol of power, it was everything that she wanted in a Master. Strength, control, dominance. All the things that made her love his very essence. She wanted him to control her but almost as much, she wanted him to control others. Watching him take another submissive while she lounged on the floor, looking up at him, was a favorite past time. She had a foot slave who loved serving her Master and she loved knowing he controlled submissive men as well as women.
More to follow…
More to follow….