Karen – Poolishly Kinky

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“… so, you see, because my sister wants this big wedding and that she lives on the other side of the country, I’ll be gone for four days, and I was wondering if you could take care of the cats. You can just live there for the time being, if you want.”

“But of course, I’ll do it!” said Karen, all smiling as she ended the phone call with a little more chit-chat.

She smiled. That would be just perfect and a fantasy she had planned for a long time.

Valerie was her good friend, and who would refuse to help a good friend, especially when she owns a swimming pool.

Karen was living in a small apartment. She didn’t have a high pay job like Valerie, but she was surviving, although she might be splurging a little too much of her savings on clothes and fashion. 

Valerie, on the other hand, was an executive and she could afford a bigger house. Oh, not a mansion, but something more comfortable, with a small backyard and a swimming pool. And that swimming pool was what was triggering Karen’s interest.

On the day of Valerie’s flight, Karen took the public transit, her only means of transportation, to Valerie’s house, then took her to the airport.

Valerie was a fashion buff herself. She took the plane wearing her tightest pair of leather jeans, a light top and high heels. She imagined the security personnel at the gates would have a good look at her ass while scanning her with the metal detectors.

Karen waited until she disappeared behind the closed gates, admiring her friend’s butt wiggling in the extremely tight pants,  and then drove back, not to Valerie’s house, but rather to her own apartment, where she picked up two heavy gym bags, and then drove to Valerie’s house.

She only had four days total, and she didn’t want to waste a minute of it.

She entered the house, dragging the two heavy gym bags, and letting them drop on the kitchen floor as she ran to the patio door, overlooking the small swimming pool. It was nothing fancy. It was one of those thin above ground pools that you have to dismantle every fall, but it would do the job, especially since Valerie’s lot was surrounded by a very high fence, literally blocking any  neighbor’s view. It was total privacy, which was what she wanted.

It was a good thing Valerie’s flight was early, and with a 3 hours flight, and all the security checks, the boarding and stuff, she knew she had close to five hours before having to answer Valerie’s call checking on her.

She was eager to proceed!

She took one of the heavy bags and headed for the bathroom. She took a large towel from the bag and laid it on the floor, in case there was a mishap, and to hide everything.

She then undressed to her underwear, revealing not usual silk garments, but rather bright pink rubbery ones.

From the bag, she got out a bottle, the size of a shampoo bottle, and began to coat herself with it, generously. The use of the towel became obvious as she quickly began to leave oily marks on it.

Then, again from the bag, she took out a heavy lump of rubber, holding it high in the air, so that it would unroll gently.

It was a catsuit, made of latex, with attached gloves and wedge boots.

She sat on the towel and proceeded to put it on, through the neck opening as there was no easy access zipper, except one at the crotch.

She fed her feet down to the attached wedge boots. It was a tight fit and she could feel the thick latex stretch on her legs and feet, until they popped into place.

The latex felt cold at first, but quickly warmed up. Oh she was quite warm already. And it was hard to concentrate into donning the suit carefully while already fantasizing about what was waiting for her.

Pulling on it carefully, she gathered the suit around her knees and pulled it upward, leaning on her back, resting on her shoulders and her heels to pull it past her buns and waist, then sitting back on it, and rubbing her hands along the thighs to smooth out the wrinkles, feeling the little tingling sensation of her fingers over the latex.

She got up, carefully, and pulled the suit higher until it reached just below her breasts.

She folded her left arm and squeezed it through the collar opening, searching for the arm of the suit, and then sliding her arm in, helped with her right hand, to tug on the latex, and guide her hand to the built-in glove.

She rubbed out all the wrinkles, gently rubbing the tightly encased arm, pulling the shoulder in place, before doing the same with her right arm.

As she put her arm inside the tight sleeve, the suit took its place, pushing out what was left of air inside the suit, sticking to her skin.

She welcomed the feeling, the hugging of the tight suit. The tight high collar grabbed her neck as if it was to squeeze it.

She closed her eyes, accepting her fate of becoming a latex coated slave, tightly held by… no, that was for later.

Nevertheless, she plunged her hand into the bag again, to retrieve two large dildos. She applied a fine coat of lubricant to them and inserted them, one after the other, inside pouches, rubber sleeves embedded in her rubber panties, before closing the crotch zipper. She had paid extra to have that zipper waterproof.

First order of business, a good dip!

She walked out of the bathroom and headed directly for the pool.

When she got to the patio door, her heart was racing. It was her first time outside in latex. That was something to remember.

What if someone sees her? What if…

“Stop worrying, Karen.” she said to herself. “You’re alone. Go on. Enjoy yourself.”

She opened the door and walked out, slowly, as if the sound of her wedge heels would attract something, that the neighbors would hear and wonder who is walking with heels in their backyard.

She giggled. Well Valerie, of course. Shew was a fan of heels and tight jeans as strongly as Karen was. They surely heard her heels clicking at one point. It’s just that Karen has a secret kinky side Valerie knew nothing about.

She walked out, toward the pool ladder, the sun shining directly on her black rubber suit, heat it up immediately. 

The sun was hotter in latex than naked! Who would have known?

She enjoyed the burning sensation, even turning slowly around and rubbing her hot arm, her burning thigh, kind of like trying to spread the heat. Yeah, silly. (but we all do it, right ?)

She reached the ladder. Carefully, she put one feet on the first step and grabbed the rail with her gloved hands and pulled up.

First time climbing a ladder in wedges too. A lot of ‘first ones’ on this day! And it was only beginning.

She passed the high point and began her descent on the other side. Touching the water was weird. She felt the water and at the same time, she didn’t feel it. It was cool, but not wet.

Her feet were slightly buoyant and they had a tendency of wanting to raise up.

She felt the cool water rise up her legs, her thighs. She shivered when it touched her crotch, her hips. Once more, she could feel it at the same time she wasn’t. She was feeling the pressure of the water pushing against her latex skin over her legs as she entered the water, crouching down, to get submerged up to her shoulders.

As she tried to gently go on her stomach, her lighter feet immediately raced for the surface and before she realized it, she ended up her head underwater. She was quick to regain control and put her feet down, working against the buoyancy of her boots.

“You should find a way to put lead in those.” she said to herself, as some kind of mental reminder.

She grabbed one of the foam noodles floating around and forced it underwater, passing it between her legs. It brushed against her dildos and she bit her lips.

“The neighbors might be used to Valerie’s heels, but certainly not to her moaning of pleasure in the pool” she again mumbled to herself.

Eyes closed, she rubbed the noodle back and forth a few times. Damn! No wait. Save some for later, she thought, thinking about the content of the other bag.

She took one of the inflatable donuts and jumped on it, or rather tried, falling back in the water, feeling it through her latex skin.

After four tries, she managed to stay on it, laying on her back, butt and feet in the water.

She felt the water running down her suit, without wetting it. She played with it, splashing her suit, her boobs, with water, and looking it rain down, back to the pool.

Sometimes, a few droplets would stay there, but a slight twist, or a breath was enough to push them aside and back into the pool.

The sun was heating the side out of the water and the parts touching the water were getting cool. That was a fun feeling.

Nonetheless, she was starting to sweat and she could feel the sweat migrating from the front to the back, and down to her butt, the lowest point.

She softly moaned as she moved her ber butt up and down, feeling the dildos, teasing her.

She had a grin. Yes, later, in the evening, she would turn them on.

She became instantaneously aroused.

Gently flapping her latex covered hands in the water, splashing her hot catsuit, she half doze-off.

That was a dream life.

She was slowly drifting, hitting the wall of the pool from time to time, turning into another direction. Sometimes, a cloud would pass over, blocking the sun, allowing her to cool, before coming back on again, hotter than before.

She lost track of her place in the pool. She lost track of time. She was turning, moving. She was in heaven. Well, almost.

“What the…” 

She startled, opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound, to find a stunned Valerie, standing by the side of the pool.

“Val? What the hell are you doing back here?”

“I should ask what the hell are YOU doing?” said Valerie.

“I… It’s… “ she said, looking at her shiny black latex covered body, tring to find an explanation.

“I always wanted to try that, so I thought… but why are you here? Miss the plane?”

“No, the wedding was cancelled… is that a latex catsuit?” asked Valerie.

“Y… yes… What do you mean cancel?”

“My father caught my sister with Bill, her fiancé’s brother… How do you take those wedges off?”

“They’re built in… She did what? Why?”

“She said that she liked Brad, her fiancé, for his money but Bill was better for the sex… That’s a cool shoe setup. Is that a neck entry catsuit? I don’t see any zippers?”

“Ah… yes. Fantastic Rubber… And they were in agreement with that?”

“Obviously not. Brad dumped her and Bill rejected her after knowing that he was there only for the sex… That’s a cool setup. Mind if I join you?” said Valerie, heading back for the house before Karen could answer.

She was puzzled. That was not the reaction she was expecting in the event where Valerie found out about her fetish side. Even more, she seemed to ‘know’ about this stuff.

The sun was high and strong, and she closed her eyes, still drifting following the current created by the water pump jet.

She heard footsteps. She opened her eyes but she was facing the other way. Paddling with her hand, she tried to turn around but was always short of seeing Valerie. When she finally saw her, she was shocked.

There, on the ladder, was standing Valerie, sporting a neck entry purple latex catsuit, along with wedge sandals, about to enter the water.

“What…” began to ask Karen.

“Well, why do you think the first thing I did after getting this house was to build a 3m high fence and install a pool?

“Damn! I never suspected it.” said Karen, in disbelief.

“Neither did I” giggled Valerie, sending Karen into a spin.

Then, Valerie began to splash Karen, who tried to respond the best way she could, but Valerie was splashing so hard, that Karen had to stop and put her hands at her face to be able to breathe. That’s when Valerie flipped the donut over, sending Karen into the water.

Karen tried to regain her balance, and her buoyant shoes didn’t help. She felt Valerie grab her and before she could react, she was bending over the edge of the pool, Valerie holding a firm grip at the back of her neck, immobilising her, pinning her arms in her back. Before she could realize what was going on, she felt steel cuffs being tightened at her wrists.

Holding Karen still, she took a lump of rubber from the top of the ladder and pulled it over Karen’s head, wrapping it in a tight latex hood.

“What the hell are you doing?” asked Karen.

“What you secretly asked for.” she said, splashing Karen hard in the face. She opened her mouth to catch some air, but instead of air, her mouth was filled by the hard plastic ball of the harness ball gag.

Valerie quickly fastened it at the back of her head, then spun Karen around.

“I found your bag of goodies. We’re gonna use them, shall we?” she said, showing the bag at the base of the ladder, opened, showing an assortment of rubber cuffs and a wide posture collar.

It wasn’t long before Karen’s arms were cuffed at the elbow and the wrists, Valerie having replaced the police cuffs with the leather cuffs, and linked her arms together.

She grabbed one of the floating donuts and expertly swung Karen on it, sitting her in the hole, her bound arms going over the rim behind her.

Oh, sure, Karen could have simply rocked the donut sideway and gotten back into the water, but for what? She couldn’t use the ladder with her arms in her back, and let’s face it, this is what she wanted. Not exactly the way she wanted, but then again.

She let Valerie apply more cuffs at her ankles and knees, linking them together, then diving under the donut to link her ankles with her wrists.

“There.” said Valerie coming back up. “That should kill any idea of flipping over and trying to run away.” she said with a devilish grin. “And now, the finishing touch” she said, taking the wide collar and tightening around Karen’s neck and adding swimming goggles over her eyes.

A few moments later, her easy drifting resumed, but this time, she had absolutely no control over it. Eyes closed, she began to dream, to fantasize about a life in rubber, being gently rocked by the waves created by Valerie moving around.

“Ain’t this the perfect life?” asked Valerie, floating from a noodle behind her back. On occasion, she would splash Valerie. She knew it was getting quite hot in that black latex catsuit under that sun, one of the reasons hers was purple. She also had a clear one for those really hot days..

Karen was dozing off, but was suddenly awakened by her toys becoming alive.

“Moooooo!” she mumbled.

“How come, no? Why did you put these things on if it’s not to turn them on?”

In her fantasy, Karen had other plans. Those were for later, in the evening, when she would be relaxing watching Netflix… Yeah right. Change of plans.

“Say, Karen, it’s almost time for dinner. You’re a better cook than I am. Maybe you should take care of that.” said Valerie.

Karen grunted. Yes, she was better, way better at cooking than Valerie.

“Of course, all bound up. You’ll be my… slave cook… Hey. Ever thought about becoming a bound latex maid? I can sure use one.”

And that’s when the fucking alarm clock went off… 

(Oh, you won’t believe how close I was to end the story like that. But it’s not what I had in mind. (devil smiley here))

A few moments later, she was out of the water, wrists tied in front of her, ankles linked with a hobble chain, and she was struggling to go to the house to see what she could do, as she had no idea of what was in the refrigerator.

She began to wonder. What if?

© Pete / monsterp63, June 27 2020

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