Karen – Ooo! Kinky!

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Author’s note:

I know some of you prefers more realistic scenarios, compared to fantasy ones, because it makes it more plausible to happen in real life, to which I totally agree. This story started with that goal in mind: making it plausible. It might have derailed slightly at some point but I tried to remain as realistic as possible. Tell me what you think in the comments.


The setting was almost dreamy. A small café, in the middle of the old downtown, on a hot sunny day. Her sundress was slowly moving with the soft wind as she was sitting at a table with her best friend, Lynda.

She put her glass or iced cappuccino on the table, letting out a sigh.

“Okay, Karen. You know I can read between the lines. You’ve been somewhat absent the whole time. What’s the problem?”

“I… I don’t know. It’s probably me but Derek seems… weird.”

“Derek? Weird? Damn, that’s the best man know. If you weren’t with him, I would jump on the empty spot right then, right there. He’s handsome, he’s funny, he’s smart, he’s rich, hell, you don’t even have to work so you can do what we do right now, while I’m on holiday. What’s wrong? Don’t tell me it’s sex, you’re hot as hell” she said a little too loud to Karen’s taste as a few head turns toward them.

“It… I don’t know.” said Karen, lowering her voice, trying to hint to Lynda to do the same.

“What is he doing? He stopped cuddling you?  He doesn’t smile when he sees you? No more goodbye kisses, what?”

“No, nothing of that and he’s, well we’re great in bed.” she said, lowering her voice, now almost whispering. “But… he often looks disappointed, like there’s something I don’t get. I’m not as smart as he is, but I’m not dumb either.” 

“Of course you’re smart. What is it that he’s disappointed in? Tell me. Any examples?”

“Well, just yesterday, we were walking by the pier and this tall woman was walking toward us, wearing those tight and shiny vinyl or something leggings and high heels, and he smiled at that woman, then whispered to me something like ‘those are good looking leggings’”.

“And what did you say?”

“Well, I pointed out that it looked good on her indeed, and… that was it, and  his smile disappeared.”

“Yeah….” said Karen with a smiling grin. “Any other examples?” she asked, resting her elbows on the table, putting her chin in her open hands, staring at Karen.”

“I… Well, the other week, we were watching that detective TV show and the episode dealt with a dominatrix or something and in one scene, the police intrudes in the middle of one or her, erm… sessions, and a woman was tied up to some cross, evidently enjoying it, and he simply leaned her head on my shoulder and gently rubbed my thigh.”

“Okay… and did you say anything?”

“Well, I pointed out that it was probably fake that people would like that.”

“And…”

“Well, he sat back up and, I dunno, I felt a cold breeze between us.”

“And… you don’t see anything here, any pattern.”

“I… No.”

“Please, Karen, describe to me your wardrobe. Any tight clothes, skinny jeans, high heels, leather and the like?”

“Well, no. Not really. I mean I like to be comfortable.” she said, fluffing her sundress, “and it’s always hot here, so flat sandals are the best. I do wear some pantyhoses on cold days and…”

“Don’t you see it, Karen?” cut in Lynda. “Seriously? You don’t see it?”

“See what?” said Karen, looking around her.

“Come on, Karen. He pointed out that he liked a woman in tight leather-like leggings and high heels. He clearly expressed his interest in a dominatrix or someone tied up under the control of a dominatrix. Don’t you get the hint?”

Karen stared at her with a puzzled look.

“He’s kinky, Karen!” she exclaimed, making a few people’s heads turn. 

Karen blushed.

“Not that loud and no, he’s not kinky. I would know.”

Lynda simply raised  her eyebrows and stared straight at Karen’s eyes.

“You… you think so?” asked Karen, leaning forward.

“It’s easy to find out. You have a no-limit credit card, Karen. Let’s go shopping and you’ll see.”

They finished their drinks and headed for the main fashion street, one block down. Karen aimed for one of her favorite stores, a high fashion, highly expensive one. Lynda grabbed her arm.

“What are you doing? Didn’t you say we were going shopping for clothes?”

“Yes, but not here. You won’t find what Derek is after in this place.”

“I saw on line, those very nice faux-leather leggings and…”

“Let me guess: designer, nice patterned texture and a thousand dollars a piece, right”.

“Well… yes and no, they’re only $800…”

Karen made wide eyes.

“Yeah… we’re from two different worlds. That won’t do. Come.” she said, dragging Karen’s arm.

She led her to a discount store.

“What? Here?”

“You used to shop here, remember?” said Lynda, “Before you became all snobbi… Just come.”

Karen followed, looking everywhere as if afraid someone would recognize her. Lynda was quick to browse the clothing racks.

“Nah, not enough choices. Let’s go to Danielle’s.”

“Danielle’s? But that’s a hooker store!”

“Not ONLY for hookers. Come on.”

“I feel I’m going to regret this.” said Karen, following, head down.

They reached the store and Lynda aimed directly for a rack.

“Ah, here. Hum…. Yes, go try those.” she said as she picked a pair of shiny black faux-leather leggings.

“They look like plastic or rubber or something.” said Karen, looking at them.

“That’s the point. Go on, I’ll be with you shortly.” said Lynda, still browsing the clothes rack.

“But…” interjected Karen.

“Changing booths. Now.” said Lynda, pointing at the booths.

With a sigh, Karen walked in. Lynda was there shortly after. Karen was already complaining.

“Those leggings are at least one size too small. They won’t fit.”

“They have a lot of stretch but better pull them off, you have to put this thing here before.” she said, throwing over the door a white wet-look long sleeved leotard.

A few moments later, the complaining resumed, that it was too small, not her style, etc.

“Put. Them. On. I’ll be the judge of that.” said Lynda with a firm tone.

About three minutes later, the booth’s door opened slightly and Karen peeked her nose out.

“Let me see it.” said Lynda, grabbing the door and pulling it open, putting Karen off-balance.. 

She stumbled forward, her body tightly encased in the shiny garments. She looked shy to show herself, rubbing her thighs, very close to ‘hide’ her crotch.

“Oh!, yes, turn around,” said Lynda.

Karen turned, feeling the tight vinyl leggings pinch her buns. She even put her finger where it pinched, feeling it being wrapped by the vinyl. Every movement reminded her that she was wearing stretchy but tight fitting garments. She even had to struggle a little when moving her arms.

“See? It’s too small.” said Karen, showing how it impaired bending her elbow, the seam about ready to tear open. “And… it shows.” she said, her hand at her crotch, hiding an obvious camel toe.

“That’s just perfect!” exclaimed Lynda, applauding herself. All that is missing are high heels. They’re over there.

“Wait. High heels? Now I will look like a hooker.” said Karen.

“That’s for the bedroom, right? So, who cares!” said Lynda, picking a pair of black platform shoes. “Put these on.”

Karen complied. She made a few steps, not exactly steady.

“You wore heels before.” said Lynda, “at the ball.”

“They had a 5cm heel, this thing is twice as high.”

“Higher actually, but it’s perfect. Wear them when Derek comes home tonight and you tell me everything about it tomorrow.” she said with a wink.

Karen put her summer dress back on, paid and left. They walked together for about an hour more before they parted.

She was expecting Derek around 20:00, where he liked to have a nice dinner with the love of his life. She was puzzled. What should she do? Change just before he arrived or once home? She needed some ‘getting accustomed to’ to start with. She never wore high heels and although, when she was a teenager, she wore tight jeans, those leggings were not the same.

She figured that she could cook the meal with the outfit, that it would give her a good practice run.

She put on the softest silk panties she had and proceeded to put on the white wet-look leotard. It was a tight fit and she heard a few seams here and there complain as she pushed her arms through the the tight sleeves, having to pull the wrist with her other hand’s fingers as they wouldn’t go over her hand, then look for the pull string of the back zipper and zip it shut, squishing her breasts but molding them at the same time, making them appear even bigger.

Then she worked to pull the tight legs of the vinyl leggings on. They were a tight fit. Too tight to her liking but Lynda assured her that it was perfect, that the whole outfit was perfect. She felt the leggings squeeze her legs, mold her hips and buns, and the waistband squeezing her already thin waist.

She brushed her hand over her sleek and shiny outfit, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hands were sliding, the surface smooth and without any wrinkles to stop the feeling.

She slipped her feet into the platform sandals and fastened the ankle strap. She made a few awkward steps to find her balance and headed for the kitchen.

Damn, that was weird. Every move forced her body to follow. The tight garments almost making it as one.

She put on an apron and began to cook. Every move brought new sensations. The stretching of the arm, the little struggle she had to make, all reminded her of the suit. Each time she was touching the kitchen counter, the feeling of the vinyl sliding off of it made a weird feeling on her crotch. The added height of the heels forced her to walk differently, having to bend more at the counter or more easily reach higher placed items.

When the cooking was done and all that was left was to serve, she walked to the living room and sat on the leather covered sofa, her vinyl leggings creaking against it, while her wet-look leotard slid against it. Weird.

And she was hot. In no time, her hands reached her crotch, her finger doing little circles around her a very sensitive area.

“What the hell are you doing, Karen!!” she said to herself.

As if on cue, she saw Derek’s luxury SUV drive up to the house and entered the attached garage. In a few minutes he would come in. She was nervous. She took place, her usual place, near the entrance of the kitchen, to welcome him and to kiss him.

She tried to put back something in place, but nothing had moved, not a single wrinkle. Nothing COULD move.

The door from the garage opened and Derek entered, looking at her.

“Hello Darl…” he said, stopping there, freezing, mouth agape.

Karen opened her arms and slapped them on her shiny thighs.

“Hello my love. That’s… well, Lynda’s idea.” she said, blushing, waiting for a reaction, expecting him to tell her to go change or something.

He let his briefcase down and slowly approached Karen, looking her in the eyes and then scanning her body, going from her tightly encased breasts, her thin waist, her long shiny legs. His smile widened as he took Karen’s head in his hands and held it while he approached his.

“Hello beauty. Where have you been all my life.” he said, kissing her passionately, embracing her, squeezing her as he lifted her off the ground and started spinning. Karen raised her feet, bending the knees, feeling the vinyl squeeze her knees. He made two turns before, witha swift move, swing her up in the air and caught her, resting her legs in his arms, her arms around his neck, scooping her, slowly walking toward the bedroom.

“But… dinner.” said Karen, giggling.

“Dinner can wait. Not this.” he said as he gently laid her over the black satin comforter.

In a flash, his dress pants were on the floor and his tie soon fled along with his jacket and dress shirt, a few buttons retiring at the same time. He laid over her, his erected groin over her crotch, her vinyl covered crotch.

“I’m all for you… Master.” she whispered.

He had a surprised look for a moment but quickly laid on her, forcing her legs open with his feet and pulling her arms high and large over her head so she couldn’t move and he began to stroke her. Just like that, her fully clothed and him with his briefs on.

He kissed her and only after a couple of strokes, he grunted and relaxed over Karen’s stretched body.

She grinned.

“That’s it?” she said, almost pissed off.

He giggled

“That… that was unexpected… Geesh, never been that quick before. I… I will make it up to you. Just… Just stay there. I’ll be right back.”

Karen stayed there, very horny and very unsatisfied as he hurriedly left the bedroom. She heard him get the door of the garage, swear a few times and come back with an… extension cord?

“What the…”

“Yeah, I should get some rope. Just stay put.” he said as he began to wrap the 30m extension cord to Karen’s left ankle and pull on her leg to tie it on the corner of the bed, then he brought the extension to her right ankle, tying it to the other corner, then feeding it up to the top corners where he stretched her wrists. She ended up in a very tight spread eagle position, unable to move.

“Not the best, but it will have to do.. Erm… You didn’t buy a magic wand or something… no?”

“A magic wand… A vibrator? No… I didn’t buy one.”

“Oh well… I think I have an idea.” he said, running off again.

Karen had mixed feelings. He had a ball, and she was just standing there, tied up. She didn’t have her dessert yet and she wondered how being tied up with an extension cord would.

He came back a few minutes later, panting, with another extension cord and something as big as a fist.

“Yeah, a wee bit industrial as a vibrator but that’s all I could find.” he said as she recognized the device: a orbital ‘mouse’ sander. He had put some fluffy pad on it. He plugged it in and turned it on then laid beside her, gently putting the vibrating sander on her lower belly.

Immediately, Karen twitched. That was good. He slowly approached the device to her crotch, getting closer then pulling it away, going to the right, to the left, barely getting over. He was working her up and quite efficiently. Then he put it there, right over her clitoris. Karen threw her head backward. She wanted to close her legs, to bring her hands to her crotch, but was unable to do so, thanks to the extension cord keeping her well spread eagle.

She screamed, a scream that came out of this world. Derek immediately removed the sander, which frustrated Karen.

“Fuck! That’s devilish.” she said.

“And you’re too loud.” he said, getting off the bed and opening her panties drawer. He took a clean pair and picked a roll of duct tape he had apparently brought up with the sander. “Now open wide.” he said, approaching the bundled up panties to Karen’s mouth.

“You wouldn’t dargggmmegffff.” said Karen, her eyes conveying that she was not liking it. He added a few pieces of duct tape over it to hold it well in place and he turned the sander on again.

Karen tried to get free, to scream to push the gag out to… whatever, but the vibration, her bondage… was it really it? The bondage? The fact that she was out of control? Nevertheless, she quickly exploded, squirming on the bed, literally testing her bonds. Her eyes flipped over as the orgasm engulfed her, more powerful than she had ever experienced.

He was looking at her, in her eyes, and he could read when pushing harder on the sander and when letting it go, when to move it and where to move it.

The forced orgasm finally subsided, although Karen wondered if it was forced as she wanted it. She was panting, eyes half closed. Derek put the sander down and laid on his side besides her. He gently ran his hand over her silky arms, down to her squeezed breasts, to her thin waist, to her leggings, down to her knee, before going back up, stopping at her crotch, playing a little with his fingers over her sensitive spot, making her groan a little, before gently getting off the bed and putting his bathrobe on. He walked to the door. Karen moaned.

“Well, you called me Master, which mean that you’re my sub, my… slave… and it’s to the master to decide when to release the sub. For now, I’m gonna taste that wonderfully smelling dinner you made.” he said with a wink, leaving Karen there.

She protested, groaned, fought her bonds but in the end, she was back at the same place. So, she laid there, looking at the ceiling. From time to time, one of her limbs would request a change of position, she would respond but only to be blocked by her bonds, and each time, it was… arousing. She actually liked it. Sometimes, she would just pull on her wrists and ankles just to feel the restraints.

She was half-dozing off when she felt a tug on her ankle. She opened her eyes and Derek was there, carefully removing the extension cord from her ankle, then the other one, then her wrists to finally make a ‘shush’ sign before taking off the tape and the now wet panties from Karen’s mouth. She grinned. That, she didn’t like.

“You go grab something to eat then clean everything.” he said from a rather happy tone. “Geesh, that didn’t come out right. I’m not doing a very believable master.” he added, scratching his throat to try again, this time with a firmer voice. “You go grab something to eat then clean everything… Slave. Yeah, that sounded better.” he said, smiling.

Karen repressed a giggle.

“Yes, Master.” she answered, then looked at him. She shouldn’t have talked, or should she? They both looked at one another puzzled. 

“Yeah, we need to work on that.” he said smiling, slapping her on her shiny butt as she passed in front of him.

He followed her to the kitchen, watched her make herself a plate and sat at the table with her.

“So…” he began, “What’s all this about?” he asked her.

She explained her perceptions, what she saw, what Lynda made out of it and the outcome.

“Well,” he said, “Lynda is pretty much spot on. I liked that woman in tight leather leggings, and I was drawn to that bondage scene but, I mean, I never loved you less because you weren’t interested. I think it might be something to explore. I mean, I don’t even know if I would like to be some master or something or have a slave. I like what I saw. That’s all. How about you? Did you like it? It was pretty much… improvised.” he said giggling.

“What? Improvised… No!, Really?” she said, laughing. She played with her food and put the fork down. “Actually… Yes, I liked it. I mean, part of it. The panties in the mouth, no. But the restraints, although not really comfortable and not all the same length, made it awkward but… it’s strange, I… I liked not being able to move, being tied up.” she said, looking at her plate, shy of admitting it. She was admitting something to herself at the same time. “But am I a sub, or a slave, or just like to be tied up, I don’t know.”

“So, we agree on one thing,” he said, picking up his glass of red wine and raising it so that Karen would do the same, “we need to explore it.”

Karen lightly banged her glass against his.

“Yes, we need to explore it.” she answers, smiling.

“Lynda seems to know some things about it. You should give her a call tomorrow and see what you come up with. I dunno. Latex, leather, I’m open to try anything, as long as you’re okay with it, of course. I don’t want the pleasure to be only one way..”

They sat in front of the TV and Derek browsed through his streaming files and replayed that same detective episode with the dungeon.

“Why are you putting it back? Oh, I think I know” said Karen.

“We might look at that scene with different eyes, now,” he said.

When they went to bed, their head was full of ideas, but just before turning off the light, Karen used her phone to send a SMS to Lynda: ‘I’m shopping kinky tomorrow. Interested?’

In the afternoon, they met at the same cafe.

“Anything specific in mind?” asked Lynda.

“No… or rather everything.” said Karen with a smile. “We decided to experiment to find what we like or don’t. No budget.”

Lynda went wide eyed.

“You lucky bitch! Well, I’m not an expert myself. I… I never told you that but when I was with Phil, we tried some kinky stuff, you know, latex, some restraints.

“And… you didn’t like it?”

“I liked what I tried. It’s Phil I didn’t like. But that’s another story. I suggest we go to a fetish shop. I would tend to believe they would be the best guides.”

“But… I’m a total newbie. I might look stupid.”

“Well, you said it. You ARE a newbie. Every newbie looks somewhat stupid the first time.” she said with a wink. “Come on… Newbie.”

They stopped in front of a lingerie boutique.

“What, here? That’s a lingerie shop.”

“On the front, yes, but notice in their display windows? There’s more than silk lingerie.” said Lynda.

Karen looked and right there, right in front of her eyes, there it was, things she never noticed before: leather harnesses, rubber bras, leather cuffs and more.

“Weird, I never noticed before. Then again, I never entered that shop.”

They entered the shop. It wasn’t difficult to spot the weird section: it was clearly displayed: PVC, Latex, Bondage, Leather, High Heels and such.

They entered a section filled with rubber garments. The smell immediately struck Karen. She touched a random item, feeling the rubber slide in her fingers, the silky feeling, the cold of the material. A lady approached, wearing an armless tight fitting purple short latex dress, strutting on high heels, a leather collar wrapped around her neck.

“May I help you with anything, ladies?” she asked.

“It’s for her.” quickly said Lynda. “She… They want to try stuff.” she said, working her eyebrows in the Marx brothers style.

“Well, hello, I’m Sandra. I’m here to help you with anything,” she said, presenting herself to Karen..

 “I’m newbie.” quickly stated Karen “I mean… I’m Karen.” she quickly corrected.

“That’s okay, Karen.” said Sandra, “we’re all newbies at something. Are you looking for latex in particular?”

“I… Yes… No… Oh fuck, I don’t know.” she said, explaining her situation.

“Okay then. You have to be aware that most things are non-returnable because of the nature of… body fluids involved, if you know what I mean.”

Two hours later, they were walking out, Karen carrying two large heavy bags.

“Well, I guess I have a lot to prepare,” said Karen with a grin. “Not sure if this is all right or not.” 

“Like Sandra said: it’s a little trial and error to start, then you’ll know where you’re aiming for. Just keep me posted.” she said with a smile.

“Will do.” 

Karen entered the home and put everything in the bedroom before rushing to the garage to grab some power tools. Good thing she was a handywoman.

She looked at the frame of the bed. Not exactly the best frame for bondage. She managed to make something acceptable. She cut some lengths of chains and tested the position as best as she could.

Then she dressed up. It was time to make dinner. She put on her brand new long sleeve red latex dress and thigh high boots. She added a corset and leather cuffs as well as a collar, locking everything in place. She put the accessories that could be used later on the bed and went to prepare the meal. She began to cut the vegetables and, looking at her bare hands vs the tight latex sleeves, she rushed back to the garage and grabbed a pair of black nitrile gloves Derek uses to work when it’s dirty. They were a little big for her hands, but she liked working with them.

Somehow, seeing the cuffs as she worked was sending her weird chills, and the restriction of the collar was also quite exciting. She knew she had left over chains, so she went back to the bedroom and cut herself a length of chain for her wrists and another for her ankles. She walked back, hobbling, to the kitchen. She felt she was wasting time, walking that slow and it aroused her that she couldn’t do better. Once at the kitchen counter, both arms had to follow one another as she moved, the 15cm chain, which seemed quite long when she cut it, was now seemingly too short for a useful use, but wasn’t it exactly the goal researched? Restriction?

And she loved it. She loved the struggle. She loved sucking on her covered fingers, thinking she should go back and get the latex gloves she passed on, not seeing any use for them.

The meal was now cooking. It took a long time for her to make it with the restraints, and she saw Derek’s car rolling up the driveway.

She took place in front of the door, still chained up, waiting, head down.

Derek entered and, again, froze.

“Wow! Stunning.” he said.

Karen blushed. She felt so weird standing there, in latex and chains, yet she was so aroused. He approached her and gently touched her latex covered shoulder. She felt his touch but not really, the latex conveying the warmth of her hand, but not the skin to skin touch. Weird and interesting at the same time. He looked at the stove where stuff was still cooking, at the timer of the oven, leaving another 20 minutes or so.

“And dinner isn’t ready?” he asked.

“Sorry… M… Master,” stuttered Karen, “Not used to cooking while chained.” she said.

He looked at her, stunned.

“You cooked all… like that?”

“Yes. Was that a mistake?”

“Hell no. And… you liked it?”

“Yes. I think.”

“Well, since dinner isn’t ready on time you need to be… punished, right? Come.” he said, pointing to the bedroom, smiling, not exactly the reaction of a pissed off Dominant.

Karen turned around and began to hobble her way. He followed, his manhood definitely enjoying the view, how Karen’s buns were encased in the tight and shiny short dress, the struggle she was having with the hobble chain, the leather corset creaking as she moved her hips to walk. They reached the bedroom and Karen took place at the foot of the bed while he looked at what was laying on it.

“Hum. Pretty interesting choice here. Nice findings.” he said, standing there, Karen doing the same, waiting.

“Oh… Right.” he said, snapping out of it. He unlinked her wrists and her ankles and had her lay on her back on the bed. He linked her wrists to the available chains and linked her ankles to the other available chains, spreading Karen on the four corners. She moved her legs.

“Can… Can you draw it tighter?” she softly asked, showing that she had a lot of play with her legs and arms.

“Err… Sure.” he said, pulling on her leg. “There, how is that?”

“Tighter, P… Pull it as hard as you can.” she said, breath shaking.

He complied. She squirmed to slide down on the bed, pulling as much strain as she could on her wrist cuffs.

“Yes, TIGHTER!” she said, more firmly.

“Well, you asked for it.” he said, using all his strength to pull on her leg and snapping the quick-link to the farthest chain link, repeating the procedure for the other leg.

Karen was squirming and moaning. Definitely enjoying it.

“Sure you’re not hurting?”

“It’s perfect… Almost.” she said, smiling, moving her hips up and down, thinking that she would have to find a way to immobilize those down.

Hesitant, he climbed on the bed, rubbing his hand on her naked leg, her naked thigh, reaching the dress, slowly getting his hand under it, and looking puzzled.

“What, no panties?” he said.

“I wanted to be ready.” she answered with a wink.

“Ah… of course.” he said, gently pulling the stretchy latex back up to clear the access to her crotch, then he slowly crawled over her, putting his hands on her leather corset, moving them to her latex encased breasts, and beginning to suck on them as his manhood slowly penetrated the throbbing opening.

“OooOOOOOAAAAAAhhh.” began to moan Karen, loudly.

“Ah.. yes. Of course.” he said, stretching his arm and grabbing the nearby single strap ball gag, and putting it in Karen’s mouth and fastening it. He was returning to his task when, with a movement of the jaw, she spit the gag off, giggling.

“What the fuck?… Oh, let me guess: tighter.”

She nodded and he buckled it tighter, and tighter and tighter until Karen blinked that it was alright.

“Your lips look about ready to tear open.” he said, but she closed her eyes and thrust her hips upward. She liked it. She loved it.

He went back to his business. He was very aroused, touching the latex encased body under his, feeling her breasts, her arms, reaching to the leather cuffs, down to her neck, her face, kissing the ball gag while thrusting his manhood harder and harder, not taking care of Karen’s moanings.

She was pulling hard on her bonds, and the more she pulled, the more the feeling of being restrained aroused her. Derek’s touches, all over her body and especially over her latex enclosed breasts were a blast. Knowing that it was his fingers, but not feeling that it was fingers. That was out of this world.

The latex made her sweat. She pulled on her bonds again, the leather of her cuffs creaking under the strain. Damn, that felt so good.

She was feeling him, his mating, his throbbing manhood pulsating inside her. She was climbing the steps of the orgasm at the same time he was, both connected, both synchronized.

He kissed her over her gag, blocking her air for a moment and they both exploded at the same time, him letting out a low pitch grunt and her screaming her lungs out as her brain caught fire. She was pulling hard on her bonds, and the more she pulled, the more powerful was the orgasm. She began to struggle, almost lifting him off her tensed body.

Panting, they slowed down to a stop. He gently rolled to her side, resting his head on her extended arm.

“Damn. That was good.” he said.

“Kkkeefff.” she managed to say through her gag while panting.

He rolled back over her and unlinked her wrists then her ankles.

“You do have dinner to serve, don’t you? Come on. Get up.” he said, holding the small wrist and hobble chains in his hands.

She got up, unsteady on her high heeled boots as he snapped the chains back in place. He followed her to the kitchen, watching her struggle to get the pot out of the oven, get the plates and serve the food. She put one plate at his place and another at her place and sat.

He served the wine and they began to eat. Well, HE began to eat, Karen was still gagged. She groaned.

“All in good times.” he said, smiling.

He was eating, glancing at Karen, watching her struggle with the too tight gag that was starting to hurt, drooling a lot over her shiny red breast, dripping down on the floor. He was thinking that she would have a mess to clean afterwards. Her hands were linked together but rather free and they quietly slipped under the table.

She was slowly closing her eyes before reopening them a short moment later. A few times, she moaned.

He was half through her meal when he decided that she had enough and he removed the gag. More drool poured out as Karen worked her jaw and tried to slurp some back before picking a towel to wipe her face.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” she asked him.

“Absolutely, and I suspect you did too.” he said with a wink.

“Yes and no. I went a lot too tight on the gag.” she said, rubbing her cheeks.

“You’re the only one to blame for that.” he answered.

“Yes, I know.” she said, beginning to eat, but quite little as her stomach, tightly compressed by the corset couldn’t take much.

“Well, I’ll leave you to do the dishes and the cleaning.” he said with a wink.

“What? You used to give me a hand.” she said, and had suddenly mixed feelings when she saw him grab the ball gag on the table and approach her.

“I shouldn’t have to hear complaints,” he said, approaching her face.

She grunted but she knew he was in the right. A proper sub shouldn’t complain about anything.

She did the chores. It was a hassle, difficult at times and she was hot as hell. On numerous occasions, her hands reached her crotch and played there for a moment before resuming her chores. Yes, she liked it. A lot.

For the night, Derek kept her in full bondage gear, including the gag, with her hands in her back, and he linked the collar to one of the corner chains.

She didn’t sleep very well, always reminded of her bondage, of her restraints, her jaws aching, but a sub shouldn’t complain. Just… suffer. However that suffering was darn arousing!

His alarm clock went off and he unlinked Karen’s collar then brought her hands in front of her, linking them with a short chain.

“I… no. You know what to do.” he said while struggling to keep a straight dominant face as he wanted to smile. He loved to see Karen like that, and she, by slowly closing her eyes, conveyed that she liked being like that too.

Karen cooked his breakfast and stood by his side, ready to refill his coffee or bring whatever he wanted. He changed and got ready for work and just at that last minute, he put the keys of the locks on the dining table. He kissed her on her ball gag and whispered.

“There’s still a lot of room on that credit card.” he softly said. Karen got the message.

Again, she met Lynda at the coffee house. When Lynda arrived and saw Karen sitting alone at a table, she stopped, staring, making sure that Karen, the Karen she knew, was really there, at that table. She approached, smiling.

“What the fuck?” she asked, bluntly, as she stared at that woman, sporting a tight fitting red latex dress and thigh high boots. “Who are you and what have you done with Karen?”

“I figured… why not? It’s not like I’m naked or anything.” said Karen with a devilish grin.

“Yes, I know but… such a change in so little time. Why?”

“Because I liked it and… is it really such a change? I feel that this is who I really am. Silly, right?”

“Yes and no,” said Lynda, falling silent. Damn, she wished she had Karen’s guts. The main difference was that Karen didn’t have to worry about losing her job. “So, what’s up?”

“Well, Derek made it clear that he wants me to… get more.” said Karen. “So, ready for another trip to the fetish shop?”

“Y… yeah.” said Lynda.

“What’s wrong? If you don’t want to come…”

“No, no. It’s not that. It’s… forget it.” said Lynda as the waitress came for her order.

They drank their tea and headed for the fetish shop. 

Sandra welcomed them with a latex corset, shiny shorts and over-the-knee high heel boots. Of course, she had her chastity belt OVER her shorts. This time, Karen chose a black latex catsuit, a latex hood, gloves, socks, more corsets, more cuffs, the whole ordeal. She added a few pairs of high heels shoes and boots, including ballet boots, and completed her buys with a wider collar and a selection of gags.

“That should cover pretty much everything.” said Karen, handing Sandra, the sales lady, her credit card with a small piece of paper.

Sandra looked at it, frowned then smiled. Lynda was facing away, looking at the PVC clothes rack when Sandra handed the credit card back to Karen as well as another credit-card like card.

Karen looked at the number of bags on the counter.

“I think I’ll need a hand with that.” she said.

“Sure, I’ll help you. Can you drop me off at my place on your way?” asked Lynda.

“Oh. I thought you were coming to my place to, you know, play dress-up.” said Karen.

Lynda looked at her, puzzled and a little shocked.

“You know I don’t have much… what is that?” she said as Karen handed her a card.

“It’s a gift card for help you gave me,” said Karen.

“I… Thanks, but… I can’t accept that. You don’t have to pay me for our friendship.” said Lynda, returning the card to Karen.

“I’m not buying your friendship, Lynda. You know me better than that. I just want a… partner in crime.” she said with a wink.

“Euh… yeah… How… How much is on it? It’s not written” she asked.

“Don’t worry about that,” said Karen.

Lynda looked at Sandra, hoping for an answer from her. She smiled.

“You have a good friend here,” said Sandra. “I wouldn’t worry to spend it all in one shopping spree.” she said with a wink, looking at Karen.

“But… But…” was all Lynda managed to say.

“So… you were looking at that purple catsuit right? And at those boots here, and…” said Karen, picking up stuff and putting them on the counter.

“No, wait. That’s not the right size and… oh hell.” said Lynda.

Sandra was laughing.

Over an hour later, they almost fully filled Karen’s SUV and were ready to leave.

“So, coming over?” asked Karen, smiling.

Lynda pondered for a moment.

“Please, don’t hate me, but… you know… I would like to try those first, you know… alone? Many of those things are quite personal and…”

“Oh, I understand perfectly, Lynda. I mean, I went through it. No sweat. I’ll drop you home.” said Karen, driving off.

About an hour later, Karen was parked in the garage, eager to get her new stuff out. She was eager to try, well, everything but… yes, the neck entry catsuit, the long gloves, the socks and the hood to feel totally encased, and the ballet boots.

She proceeded, putting on first a pair of latex panties with double sheaths. Following the instructions provided by Sandra to put on the neck entry catsuit, she proceeded with caution. It was a new process she had to learn but it turned out relatively easy, as long as enough lubricant was applied. She had started with the elbow length gloves followed by the catsuit, creating two layers of latex on her arms. She liked it. She liked how tight it felt, she liked how tight it looked and she liked that she had to work against the double layer of rubber to bend her arm. One more restraint-like device!

She added the toesocks. She giggled at the feeling of having each toe individually wrapped, and looking at those round, shiny black toes was awesome. Then she slid her latex coated feet inside the ballet boots, feeling them getting squeezed as they reached the toe box of the boots..

They were ankle-high booties but made of fine leather. Sandra told her it would be just perfect. She laced them tightly and then came the moment of truth. Grabbing the back of a chair, she pulled herself up, legs shaking. She stood up, most of her weight being on her arms. She tried to put all her weight on the extreme boots. Slowly, carefully. Yes, that’s it. She was there. She was up. She let go of the chair and stood there, precariously balancing.

She tried to make a step. Her knee gave up and she fell back on the chair. After a moment checking that she hadn’t broken anything, she was sitting on the bed, balancing her legs up and down, looking at their shine and the good looking pointed boots.

“Awesome, but… you’re gonna need a lot of practice, but so much fun.” she said, her hand reaching her crotch, playing with the zipper, wondering if she should or not.

“Nah, save it for later.” she said to herself. For the moment, she took off the ballet boots and went on with knee high lace-up boots.

She grabbed the new black leather corset and wrapped it around her waist and began to pull on the lacing. She followed Sandra’s advice to hook the loops of the lacing on each side of a doorknob and walk away from it. It worked like a charm! She was able to tighten the corset much more tighter than she would achieve the old way. Maybe not to close it completely, but that was Derek’s job, but enough to bring back the right crushing feeling she liked on her waist.

Once knotted, she walked and looked at herself in the long mirror.

“Okay Karen, time to top it up now.” she said as she picked the latex hood. She struggled to feed it over her head. It was really tight. She worked out the wrinkles and fed the yoke under her catsuit.

She completed the outfit with a set of leather cuffs, which she locked on, as well as the collar. She added the leather ball gag harness with a panel gag and went on with her chores. She figured it had been too hard to cook all bound up, so now that she was in full latex, she would try it unrestrained first, and see, and decide. Or let Derek decide. After all, HE was the Dom.

She saw Derek’s car getting at the house and she took place at the required place, head down, limited by the collar, holding her hands in her back.

He entered and smiled at the sight.

“You look splendid, Karen. Good choices.” he said,

Gagged, Karen did a little bow to acknowledge the compliment.

He approached her and gently took her latex encased jaw in his hand to slowly raise it so that she would look up. He gently brushed her latex head with his other hand. He unfastened the harness gag.

“I do have a question, tho. Because of the amount, I received a notification from the bank, and when I looked at the statement.. Well… what is that gift card transaction, Karen?”

“Well, Master,” she said, proud, “Lynda helped me a lot and I knew she wanted some stuff for herself so… I took the liberty to add a little something for her.”

“Ah, yes, of course. I see. But… without my permission?” he asked.

“Err… Yes… Well, I know it’s a large amount but she’s somewhat responsible for what we are living now and I knew she was short on change and…” she said, as she saw his eyes sending daggers. “… I… I should have asked permission, Master.”

“Yes, you should have.” he said, putting the harness back in place and fastening way tighter than Karen did, pushing the penis gag embedded to the panel deeper inside her mouth, almost triggering her gag reflex. She was struggling with it. She did not like it but she knew deserved it.

Without telling her anything else, he walked to the bedroom. The whole situation made Karen hotter and her finger found her crotch. She had her eyes closed, dreaming, enjoying and she didn’t see Derek come back, only opening her eyes when he snatched her hands from her crotch.

“Playing without my permission, Karen?”

She lowered her head. She had no excuses.

He linked her wrists cuffs together with a padlock, adding a chain to them, then locked the chain to her collar in a length so that her hands would not reach below her waist. He then crouched down and linked her ankle cuffs of the same manner, cuff on cuff with only the width of a padlock between the two.

“Dinner. Now.” he ordered.

Karen complied. Oh shit! That was not easy. Walking in itsy-bitsy steps, wrists linked together, nothing was helping. Grabbing a plate, a spoon, a pan, everything had to be done with two hands and often by crouching down, thanks to the neck-to-wrist chain!

She was slow and spilled a lot of food, then hobbled her way to the dining table to put the plate down in front of her waiting master.

She took place, just slightly behind him and to his side, awaiting any command.

“You forgot to serve the wine,” he coldly said.

Oh shit! Again. But how was she to open the bottle with her hands tied like that? She tried to operate the corkscrew but couldn’t hold the bottle at the same time. Her best guess would have been to put it between her legs but, even if she could, she couldn’t reach there, impaired by the neck to wrist chain and the corset.

With a shigh, Derek took the bottle.

“I’ll do it. You realize that your punishment is, right now, attracting more punishments, right?”

She nodded. Yes, she realized it. And she liked it. Damn, she was so hot at the thoughts. She has bought many items she was eager to use, and she would be using them tonight! She hoped.

He ate and only after did he allow her to serve herself a plate and eat. He removed the gag but left the chained wrist cuffs on. She ate, in silence. That was already a punishment. They used to chat about their days, but that was… gone? She hoped not.

She struggled to clean the table, wash the dishes, do her normal chores while Derek was watching some TV shows, shows she used to watch with him. 

That was not what she had in mind. Were they already losing their relationship? Derek glanced at her a few times, shifting in the sofa, until Karen finished and hobbled back to him, awaiting for the next orders.

He pointed at the floor on the end of the sofa.

“Kneel,” he ordered.

Karen complied, with a lot of difficulties. He reached for the keys in his pocket and unlocked her wrists, only to tie them in her back, along with her elbows, and continued watching the TV show.

Karen was struggling to keep her balance. The hardwood floor of the living room was not helping her knees. She moaned, more and more but Derek simply ignored her. At one point, she couldn’t take it anymore and she let herself drop on her side. Derek quickly rushed to her, removing the gag and unlinking her arms.

“Shit, Karen. I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t wanted to… Oh damn. Talk to me…. What??”

Once the gag  was off, Karen could only giggle.

“We both, you and I, have a LOT to learn.” she said.

“I think, well, I read an article on my lunch break and it states that limits must be clearly identified, for both parties, and duly respected. I… I think we should do that. What do you think?”

“Absolutely, and a safeword or safe gesture or something to tell you that I’m not okay instead of falling over.” she said.

“I… I thought you were moaning of pleasure.” he said, obviously feeling dumb about it.

They sat at the table. Karen refused to take anything off. She just liked it that way. However, they laid down their apprehensions, their fears, what they wanted and what was the limit. What should be considered a good punishment and what was going too far. She explained what went wrong with the last setup, that some comfort was to prevail.

And mostly, how their relationship would be built on that. They were lovers. They liked to share their thoughts, their ideas, their projects, share TV shows, etc. If Karen is constantly in bondage, unable to speak, not spending time with him, what was the purpose of all of that? Everything had to be covered and they obviously couldn’t do it in one night.

“It’s late. We oughta head for the bed.” said Derek. “Uh… about the punishment… I think you had enough and I’m very happy about what you did for Lynda. It was appropriate.” said Derek.

“Oh, yes. I mean, we do owe a lot to her. As for the punishment… I think I need some more.” said Karen with a smirk. 

“What the hell did you buy?” asked Derek.

Karen led him to the bedroom and showed him two of her latest acquisitions: an armbinder and a neck corset with a rigid bar holding her head up.

“Isn’t it a little extreme?” he asked, holding the dreadfully high neck corset in his hands.

“I don’t care, I deserve it. And I added a few, okay a lot, of anchor points around the frame of the bed. I would like to have my ankles linked to that one, which is in the center of my side of the bed.”

“Uh… Okay, and your head? I believe it’s enough. No need to link your collar to the head board.”

“That, I leave it to you, master.”

“And what are those? Ballet boots?” he asked.

“Yes but I can barely stand up in them. They are good for the bedroom. For now” she answered.

He gently pushed her on the bed. He removed the ankle cuff padlock and spread her legs to the corner chains. Karen moaned, giggling. He crawled on her and unzipped the crotch zipper, again to find a surprise.

“Condom briefs.” said Karen, giggling.

He smiled and laid over her, stretching his arm to grab something. He approached Karen’s head.

“I know you can be quite vocal. Better take care of it.” he said, pushing deep the simple ball gag into her mouth.

She softly moaned and squirmed under her weight. He gently slid to her side to undo his pants. His manhood was definitely ready. He gently took place over her. With her hands already tied in her back, it was lifting her hips, giving an easier access. Squishing her latex encased breasts, he gently inserted his manhood inside the rubber pouch.

Karen could feel the heat of the member get in, but couldn’t feel the member itself. It was weird, and the feeling was as weird for Derek who was simply entering a smooth cocon with his cock, wondering how he would feel anything until it reached the close to end of it, finding another surprise: small latex bumps poking at his manhood. He jerked a few times. Karen smiled. She knew he would like it. She knew he was a “tip orgasmer”.

He began to stroke her, Karen tightening on him. She tried to close her legs but couldn’t. Fuck! That felt so good. And her arms under her own body, totally useless. She tried to fight her way out, but couldn’t do anything. Derek was fully in charge, and he was stroking hard, evidently enjoying the little surprise.

Karen was panting more and more, trying to push her hips upward, which only made Derek’s strokes stronger. He was moaning louder and louder and Karen had a thought that he might need a gag too, but her thoughts were quickly pushed aside as the orgasm built up as Derek made the few final pushes, both of them exploding at the same time in a newly discovered level or orgasm.

Derek collapsed over her, panting hard, exhausted, eyes closed and smiling ear to ear.

“That was…”

“Affkkommm” gagged-talk Karen, finding a new level of relaxation.

Derek rolled off of her and walked to the desk, picking up two large dildos. He gently pushed them inside Karen’s latex pouches. She was puzzled. Why insert those dildos now? Oh right… punishment. Constant teasing, she guessed.

He unlinked her legs from the corners, removed her current boots from her feet and laced the ballet boots on before boots linking her legs together at the ankles and the knees. Turning her around, he took the arm cuffs off to slide her arms into the armbinder, lacing it tightly, then with Karen sitting on the bed, he removed her bondage collar to put on the neck corset, and began to lace it before stopping and removing the ball gag. He fetched the panel gag and at the same time saw the blindfold panel. He snapped them in place and returned to lacing the neck corset,  gradually until she groaned, indicating that it was enough. For good measure, he loosened it a little before tying up the lacing.

Karen was overwhelmed. The gag was pushed deep into her mouth and that neck corset was forcing her jaw close on it. She would not push it out at all, something she hadn’t foreseen. She felt Derek gently move her, placing her on the bed, linking her ankles to the food D-ring. And that was it. Nothing more. She struggled to turn on her side, her head keeping the erect position. She feared it would be a sleepless night. Well, she deserved it, it was a punishment.

After a while, the whole ordeal became quite uncomfortable. The large dildos were relentlessly stretching her holes, the neck corset made it difficult to swallow, her stretched jaw was aching and her arms were getting numb. However, she felt she had to ‘suffer’. A good slave must suffer for a punishment to work. She would be more careful next time. That’s all.

The night was long and pretty much sleepless. What she didn’t know is that Derek’s night was pretty much the same, constantly awakened by Karen trying to shift position, her moans. He was always listening, expecting to hear the safe grunting word or some of the other physical signals they set up. He knew Karen’s setup was extreme. He liked it. And he liked her and wanted only the best for her.

Karen felt she was finally able to fall asleep, getting accustomed to her predicament when she heard the alarm clock. She felt Derek move out of the bed and he released her ankles. She was expected to get free, sort of, so she could make his breakfast but instead, he simply moved her more to the middle of the bed and re-linked her ankles to the bed. He moved her upper body to match the position of her feet. She heard chains, then something was snapped on the front ring of her neck corset, then another one. And her ankles were loosened again and she felt pulled down, hard, until the chains on her neck corset were taut, before her feet were linked again, keeping her very well stretched. She squirmed. She simply loved it! Yes, it was an absolute pleasure. The slightest squirm reminded her that she was very well secured.

Derek looked at his work, two chains starting at the collar and heading to the head board on each side of her head. She couldn’t move. He saw her squirm and heard her moaning, that moan of delight she does when everything is fine. He took a remote and pressed a button. Karen twitched and fought her bonds as both dildos fired.

She yelped. The more she fought her bonds, the more aroused she became. She was relentlessly vibrated, pounded, the vibrators being on random setup, changing for different patterns. It was fucking her as well as her brain.

Could she really orgasm in the morning? After a sleepless night? She would soon know..

From the Kitchen, Derek could hear her muffled screams as the orgasm engulfed her. He smiled.

He walked back to the bedroom once his breakfast was taken. The vibrators were still humming hard but Karen seemed out of it, probably asleep from exhaustion. Well, he did stop counting at the fifth orgasm. He took her phone and unlocked it, punching some keys before putting it down, changing for his dress suit and was ready to leave for work. By this time, Karen was back into the real world, moaning. He left, leaving Karen there, to her devices.

She traveled, in and out, from the real world where she felt her restraints, the gag, the rigid neck corset and the dreadful dildos wrecking havoc inside her, to her fantasy world, of rubber clad people in bondage. The fact that Derek was gone and that she was still fully tied up, restrained, unable to do anything, not even call for help, passed through her mind in a flash and didn’t register. She should have panicked! She was not in the real world, but into a fantasy world.

She heard something. She thought. Was it from her dreamy state? Was it real? It was her name? Someone was calling her. Was it from her dreams or from reality? That wasn’t Derek’s voice. Oh fuck! What the hell was going on? Who was there? She had no way to protect herself, and that’s when the panic mode kicked it.

“Karen? Are you here? I got your message.” she heard the voice. Lynda’s voice. What the hell was she doing here? What message?

“Oh my fucking lord!! How did you…” said Lynda, reaching for the panel gag but realizing that she couldn’t take it off before taking the neck corset off. She took off Karen’s blindfold, revealing two pleading eyes, unlinked Karen from the bed and removed the neck corset to get the gag out.

“Fuck! Stop them. Damn… Oh gosh… STOP THEM!” she yelled, staring at her crotch. 

Lynda looked around and found the remote, stopping the dildos.

Karen grunt as she let her head down.

“Oh fuck! That was devilish of him.” said Karen with a long shigh, then giggling. “But that was one heck of a ride.” she added, smiling.

“Okay, I think I need an explanation,” said Lynda.

“And me too. Why did you come here? And why are you… in latex?” she asked, pointing at the tight long sleeved purple latex dress she was wearing.

“You… You sent me the message, to come in fast, wearing my latex outfit, that it was urgent.”

“I… I never sent you…” she said as she laughed. “Derek! He’s the one who sent the message. I should thank him.” she said.

“So… you want to get out or not?” asked Lynda.

“Of the bondage, yes. Of the suit, hell no!”

Lynda released Karen from the bondage. Karen insisted on putting back the wrists and arms leather cuffs. She just liked the look of them on her suit, and added her bondage collar. 

She got up and headed for the kitchen.

“Oh, wait.” said Lynda, stunned. “You… you walk like that in ballet boots?”

“I… what?” said Karen, looking down, and realizing she was indeed in ballet boots and not even realizing it? “I… Geesh… I have no clue. I mean, I could barely stand in them yesterday and now…” she said, resuming her walk but seemed to struggle?

“You’re toying with me, right?”

“No, I… Fuck!… I don’t know. It’s like saying you don’t like something then someone reveals that this is what you’ve been eating, enjoying it and slurping at every mouthful, and suddenly, it tastes bad. I need coffee!!”

She reached the kitchen and prepared some of the much needed coffee while her stance changed from unsteady to the same as if she was barefooted, still in awe of her prowesses. They sat at the kitchen table and she then explained what happened to an eager to know Lynda.

“Wow! That must have been awesome.” said Lynda, taking the last sip of coffee from her cup.

“Oh yes it was, so? What do you want to do?” said Karen.

“What do you mean?”

“Derek surely did not ask you to come here to simply free me and go away.”

“Well, the message only said to come here in la…tex.”

Karen’s phone rang. It was Derek.

“You bastard!” answered Karen. Lynda could hear Derek laugh.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.” he said, still laughing. “I was just calling to know if Lynda was there and had freed you from your predicament, otherwise I would have called the police to have a look.” he said, his tone back to being serious.

“Yeah… I’m fine. We’re fine.” said Karen.

“So, Lynda is still there? Is she in latex?” he asked.

“Yes… Why do you want to know?”

“Well, now that you’re both there, in latex, you may as well have some fun…” he said, and someone else’s voice was heard from behind. “Well sorry, I have to go now, see you tonight. Kiss, kiss.”

“Alright. Kiss, kiss.” said Karen, hanging up.

“Well” said Karen with sparks in her eyes. “Apparently, Derek wants us to have fun. Okay, Hum… Well, I’ve had my turn at fantasies. What are yours?”

“Geesh… I… I don’t really know. Didn’t really think about it.” said Lynda.

“That’s quite a heavy bag there.” said Karen, looking at the ready to burst open sports bag by the door who could only belong to Lynda. “You had something in mind. We’ve known each other for years. Don’t be shy. Show me!” said Karen, all excited.

Nervous, Lynda put the bag on the table and Karen was already fetching stuff from it before the zipper was fully opened.

“Oh! Yes!… Nice!… Awesome?… What is… No way! Oh Gawd, great!…” was saying Karen like a kid on Christmas day. “Okay, turn around.” she said, picking a heavy piece of rubber. “How does this… Oh, this way… I don’t remember you buying that yesterday.”

“I… I went back after you dropped me home.” shamelessly said Lynda.

“Oh, really?” said Karen. “How come?”

 “There are some things I wanted to look at… alone. I hope you’re not mad.”

“Me? Mad?What makes you say so?” said Karen, yanking hard at the leather strap binding Lynda’s arm into a box-tie armbinder.

“That… is a clue.” said Lynda, turning to face Karen.

“Nonsense. Chin up.” said Karen, wrapping a very wide posture collar around Lynda’s neck.

“Sure you’re okay with it?” she asked again.

“You know, you ask the same question too often. Open wide.” she said, putting a harness ball gag over her head and tightening it very tightly. 

She took a pair of cuffs with an attached chain and wrapped them tightly around Lynda’s ankles.

“Yeah, that should do it.” she said, looking at the final result. In the bag, she found a leash.

“Perfect.” she said as she snapped it on the front ring of the collar. “Come”, she said, yanking the leash.

Lynda moaned and followed, making small steps. Karen led her to a door. She opened it and the flight of stairs leading to the garage appeared. Lynda pulled back, nodding a small no, limited by the posture collar.

“Yes you can, one step at a time.” said Karen, pulling harder, forcing Lynda to come.

Karen stayed by her, guiding her, helping her, ready to catch her at the slightest sign that she would fall. She let go three steps before the floor, leaving Lynda to deal with it herself.

She managed with difficulties. She was scared but deep inside her, she was hot as hell! That had been a nice challenge. Karen put the handle of the leash on a nearby hook and walked into the garage, which has one space opened, the other occupied by Karen’s car.

She took a stepladder and some power tools. A few minutes later, a large eyebolt had been added to the ceiling. She hung a chain from it, which was almost reaching the floor, then dragged Lynda under it and linked her collar to it at a quite high level.

“Don’t move,” said Karen with a firm tone.

Lynda could hear more powertools, a saw, a drill, as Karen worked behind her. She turned around to see what was going on. Karen was working on some kind of wooden rod she recognized as a broom handle. When Karen turned around and saw that Lynda was looking she stopped.

“I told you not to move!” she said with a harsh tone. “Oh well, it’s your loss… or is it?” she said as she approached Lynda with the wood rod in her hand, removing her ankle chain.

“Spread them wide.” said Karen, tapping on the inside of Lynda’s thighs.

Lynda complied but the farther apart she was opening her legs, the lower her neck was in relation to the chain attachment point, and it was beginning to choke her.

“There. Perfect.” said Karen, snapping two links on Lynda’s ankles, hooking the spreader bar in place.

Lynda moaned, indicating that the collar was too high. Karen looked at the collar and the chain.

“Nah, it’s fine. Just cope with it. I’ll be back in a minute.” she said, leaving Lynda there. She tried to close her legs and realized that there was some slack she could take off, which rendered her collar more bearable. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself, to lower her breathing. She was enjoying the moment. 

She heard Karen’s heels as she walked down the stairs but kept her eyes closed.

“Yeah, I figured it would be better that way.” said Karen, getting closer to Lynda but as she was about to open her eyes, a black flap covered her eyes.

“There’s nothing like a surprise.” said Karen, tightening the blindfold over Lynda’s eyes.

Lynda waited, anxious. She felt something between her thighs, something soft, rubbery… Karen’s hand then… Oh shit.

Karen pressed the magic wand straight on Lynda’s crotch. She yelped through her gag and Karen repressed a laugh, playing with the wand, pressing more, less, taking it off completely, rubbing it down one thigh until it reached the upper knee, then going back up, only to go down the other leg.

She pressed it hard against Lynda’s crotch while at the same time, gently squeezed one of her breasts, then the other, then squishing harder, pinching her nipple, sometimes at the same time she was pushing the vibrator in, sometimes completely out of sync.

Lynda was squirming in her bonds. She was trying to get away, no! to get closer, rise from it, no, lower on it, to move her breasts away from Karen’s hands or to move it closer.

Karen was laughing. That was so much fun to see Lynda squirm like that,fighting her bonds, and her moanings and high pitch yelps! Pure delights.

She realized that Lynda was about to orgasm so she stopped everything. Damn! The grunt Lynda made sent Karen rolling on the floor laughing. That was so funny. And she teased again, two more times before allowing her to orgasm.

For a moment, she wondered if Lynda would pull the eyebold off the ceiling. She was squirming hard, the orgasm hitting hard and she also wondered if SHE was acting the same way. If so, things would have to get heavy-duty!

After Lynda’s orgasm, she let her there, dangling, knees weak, the time for her breathing to calm down, then she removed the spreader bar and untied her from the ceiling before helping her sit on a nearby stool. Lynda didn’t even protest being still tied up.  Karen removed the blindfold and the gag.

“That was…” began Lynda, with a faint voice.

“Fun?” asked Karen, giggling.

“Devilish… Painful… Enjoyable… Despicable… Awesome… Over the top…” said Lynda.

“Which means?”

Lynda looked at her straight in the eyes, darts ready to shoot out.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

Karen was stunned. Apparently. But she couldn’t hold her straight, shocked face for long.

“I hope so. And it better be good.” she said, smiling.

After a short moment of both laughing, Lynda closed her eyes, enjoying the last traces of pleasure hormones, mumbling something, then she asked.

“So? What now?” 

“Oh, it’s lunch time. How about you make us something to eat? said Karen.

“Yeah, right.” said Lynda, turning around, showing her arms still box tied.

“Details, details.” said Karen, stuffing the gag back in place and putting a hobble chain between Lynda’s ankles and pulling her up before slapping her latex coated butt hard.

Lynda jolted, made a few hobbled steps forward and looked at Karen with devilish eyes..

“Yes, that’s it. Forward. Up the stairs now.” said Karen, unimpressed by Lynda’s stare.

She was staying behind her, ready to push her forward at the slightest hint at falling backward. Once in the kitchen, Karen knotted Lynda’s leash on the oven door handle and disappeared into the bedroom, humming.

She came back a few moments later holding a pair of police cuffs. She took Lynda’s arms from the armbinder and snapped the cuffs with her hands in front of her. Lynda’s eyes opened wide and she snapped the cuffs apart as wide as she could, nodding no.

“Yes, I know these suckers are restrictive as hell, but that’s all you’ll have. And I’m not asking for much, just a salad will be fine.

Lynda let out a grunt. She didn’t know much about Karen’s kitchen but it was huge, with cupboards and storage everywhere. She was strutting along in her hobble chain, having to use both hands to grab anything, struggling with the wide collar, to find all the ingredients. Yes, it was a ‘simple salad’, but it needed a lot of preparation, a lot of vegetables to peel, cut or mince or whatever, and with her wrists impaired like that, that was no fun.

“I know you won’t admit it, but I know you’re enjoying every minute of it right now.” said Karen, giggling.

Lynda grunted, concentrating on cutting some cucumber. Finally, after about three times the time it would have usually taken, she brought the salad to the dining table.

Karen smiled and waited for Lynda to be seated.

“You forgot to bring the wine,” she said, playing the same prank Derek did on her.

Lynda looked at Karen with eyes conveying “You’re not fucking serious now, aren’t you?”

“So?… I’m waiting. There’s an open bottle in the refrigerator.”

Grunting, Lynda struggled to get back up and hobbled her way to the fridge.

“And don’t forget the glasses.” said Karen, waiting for Lynda to be half-way to the table before saying it.

Lynda put the glasses down and the bottle and was about to sit when Karen added more.

“Aren’t you going to serve it?”

Lynda closed her eyes, repressing more and more frustration. She took the bottle and removed the temporary plug and poured the wine, filling the glasses almost to the brim, hoping she wouldn’t have to refill them.

Karen began to eat.

“Yummy. Tasty. Well done, Lynda.” said Karen, enjoying her meal.

Lynda grunted. She was still gagged, and thus, couldn’t eat.

“Slaves don’t eat at the same time of their Masters. They have to be ready if the Master needs anything. In time, you will eat.” said Karen, to which Lynda answered with angry eyes.

Karen took her time to chew every bite until there was pretty much nothing left in her mouth, then took a sip of wine, taking her time to savor it, before taking another one, then putting the glass down and taking another mouthful of salad. She could tell that Lynda was getting very much annoyed by all of it, which made her take even more time.

Finally, her plate was empty. She took time sipping some more wine, then wiping the corner of her mouth, and just stood there, looking at her nails… rather her rubber coated fingers, as if she was looking at her nails. Then she faked being surprised and looked at Lynda.

“Oh, dear! Of course!” she said, laughing, slowly getting up and going to Lynda to remove the gag.

“You’ll fucking pay for that, you know that.” said Lynda, as soon as the gag was off.

“What? Foul language? You want the gag back already?” asked Karen.

“No… Sorry… Slave deserve punishment.” said Lynda, lowering her head, trying hard not to laugh.

“Nah… I had it coming. Go ahead, I’ll be right back.”

Lynda didn’t take as much time to eat. She was quick to eat, chew and swallow, only limited by her bound wrists. When Karen came back, she was holding padlocks and chains, and even a panel gag. She put all of it on the table then poured herself and Lynda another glass of wine before sitting down.

“What’s that for?” asked Lynda between two chews.

“Well, chores need to be done, dishes washed, counters and the table cleaned,” said Karen.

“I’m… already all locked up.” said Lynda, showing her cuffs.

“Who said those are for you? I like the struggle too.” said Karen, locking a hobble chain between her ankles as well as a short chain between her wrist cuffs. She gulped down the rest of her glass of wine and was about to put the panel gag in place when Lynda stopped her.

“Why… Why do you lock them? I mean, you have the keys… right?”

“Yes and no. They are in a kitchen safe with a timer for two hours.” said Karen, stuffing the rubber penis shape gag into her mouth and fastening the panel tightly before locking it. She then waited for Lynda to finish, then put her ball gag back on, locking it too.

They both got up, picked the dishes and hobbled their way to the kitchen counter. Karen, knowing the procedures of the house, took the lead, filling the kitchen sink with soap water while handing a cleaning rag to Lynda who hobbled her way back to the dining table to clean it.

When she came back, Karen was plunging the bowls and plates into the soapy water filled sink, then a spatula somehow slipped and fell into the water, sending a large splash of water and soap buds on Lynda’s chest.

Lynda was stunned, looking down at the soap buds dripping down the tip of her chest. She looked at Karen, who was giggling. Definitely NOT an accident. She took a plate and, in turn, accidentally slapped it on the soapy water, sending a wave or water and soap buds over Karen’s latex encased breasts.

They were both laughing, looking at each other as soap buds slowly went down their shiny skins. Karen took a handful of soap buds from the sink and split it in two parts before carefully putting them over Lynda’s breasts, just over her erected nipples that could be made out through the tight latex.

Lynda gently wiggled her upper body, making the soap buds dance before they began to slide down her latex dress. She in turn, took soap suds and shaped them like little horns before applying on Karen’s forehead, making her a soapy devil.

Soon, there were no more soap buds in the sink so they began to splash water at each other, admiring the water dripping down their suits. At one point, Karen slipped and was lucky to grab a hold of the counter. They stopped there, realizing that splashing soapy water everywhere, while in high heels, was not the best of games.

Karen hobbled her way to the broom closet to retrieve a mop and a bucket while Lynda began to wipe the counter, while they were both panting and laughing. That had been fun.

Karen began to mop, feeling the restriction of her tight latex suit, of her collar, of her chains, her corset prohibiting her to bend properly to see everything. Damn! She loved every minute of the struggle and wished she had put her toys back, but it was too late for that now.

Over an hour later, all was done. In all, it took them close to two hours to wash the dishes and clean their mess. They only had a few moments to wait before the release keys would become available.

Once they were free, Karen stuffed the toys back into her crotch while Lynda changed for a latex catsuit, a purple catsuit.

“What can I say? I like purple.” said Lynda, shrudding.

They explored their latex covered body, played some more with bondage, switching who was Dom and who was sub, plainly having fun until Karen’s phone rang. She picked up.

“Hi Honey. Everything’s alright?” asked Derek.

“Oh, hello Derek, yes we’re fine, why?.”

“Nothing special. Just to mention that I will be about half an hour to an hour late for dinner.  I presume Lynda is still with you? Just ask her to stay. I would love to see her latex attire.” he said.

“Yes, she’s here. I’ll ask her.”

“Perfect, Honey. See you tonight.”

“Kiss, kiss.” said Karen before hanging up, looking at the time.

“Shit! Good thing he just said he would be about an hour late, dinner is far from ready. Want to give me a hand?”

“Sure, but how is an hour before dinner too late? Yes, I know, now we have two hours but, I mean, an hour is enough to prepare dinner.” said Lynda.

“Not when you’re tied up.” said Karen with a smile. “I only cook while tied up now. And you will too.”

Quickly, they set-up themselves up with hobble chains, medium wrist chains and collars, and they were in the kitchen, often interfering with one another, trying to cook a rather simple meal.

When they heard Derek’s car, they took place in the entrance of the kitchen. Karen took her standard pose, standing up, head down, hand in her back. Lynda looked at Karen and did the same. When Derek opened the door from the garage and saw the two women, one in black latex, the other in purple latex, gag, bound and ready to submit, he smiled.

“Wow. That is not what I had expected, but that’s very good.” he said, putting his briefcase down as well as a shopping bag.

He took place at the table. Lynda served the wine while Karen served his entree. Karen then took place, standing up slightly behind him to his right while Lynda headed for her seat.

Karen groaned and gestured to Lynda she should take her place, behind him, on his left. She hobbled her way back there and looking at Karen’s stance, assumed the same.

Derek giggled, looking to his right then to his left.

“I can get used to this.” he said, eating. 

As soon as the glass or wine or the glass of water was half empty, Lynda would refill it. When his entree was finished, Karen removed the plate and served his main meal. Derek got up and, as usual, removed Karen’s gag, allowing her to eat.

“Does she deserve it too?” he asked, pointing with a gesture of the chin at Lynda.

“Well…” said Karen, trailing off, “… of course she does.” she added, taking her seat. 

Derek removed Lynda’s gag and she too took her seat.

“So, how was your day?” asked Derek to Karen but glanced at Lynda too.

“It was fun, wasn’t it, Lynda?” said Karen.

“Well… Yeah, it was fun. I discovered a lot, like… this for example. Don’t the slave has to be ready to serve her master until the end of the meal?” she asked, taking his first bite.

“It all depends on the relationship,” said Derek. Ours works that way. We tried different approaches and, for the weekday dinner, this is what we do. On the weekend or on special occasions, things might be different.”

“Exactly,” added Karen. “At first, we were playing this Dom and sub thing, but it was pulling us apart: no more cuddling, no more sharing of our days, no more small talk. That was hard for both of us.”

“So we put our rules, our limits, what we want and what we don’t want on the table, and we built our… special relationship on that.” said Derek. “Gheesh! This is good. I’m gonna get another serving, if you don’t mind.” said Derek, getting up to serve himself.

“It’s my recipe.” proudly said Lynda.

“Then make sure Karen knows it.” he said as he sat back.

Time for dessert. Karen got up and hobbled her way to the kitchen counter and the refrigerator while Lynda served tea. They were still both in restraints, only their gags were removed.

At many occasions during the meal, Derek noticed Karen putting her hands below the table, slightly biting her lips. He knew what she was doing. They were done and Karen was getting up to bring the dirty dishes to the counter.

“Oh, Karen, could you bring over the shopping bag I left by the door, please?”

“Sure honey.” said Karen, hobbling her way, her latex covered legs creaking, then having to crouch down, keeping her balance on her extreme heel, impaired by the corset, bend and retrieve the shopping bag.

“Geesh. Heavy. What’s in it?” she said as she gently put it on the table.

“It’s for you to discover,” he said, pulling his chair back. “Go on, open it.” he added, smiling.

She looked inside the shopping bag. It was a medium size white cardboard box. The cardboard appears quite thick, like luxury. She opened it. Inside was a lot of padding packaging. She began to look into it, finding something hard. She picked it up, removing more and more of those thin foam sheets wrapping it, puzzled.

“What the hell is… Is that what I think it is? A… chastity belt?” she said, looking at him puzzled.

“Yes, it is. Suggested by your now good friend Sandra at the fetish shop. I saw you, quite often, playing with yourself. You even did it a few times during dinner… NO, don’t argue, I saw you, Karen. So, since you can’t control yourself, I got you a device that will do it for you.”

“I… I…” said Karen, taking the rest of the packaging off, revealing a shiny stainless steel chastity belt.

“Want to try it on?” asked Derek. “It has been made to fit over your corset,” he added. “Let me help you.”

He grabbed the belt and offered her to Karen from behind, leaving her the task of pulling the waistband close. It was a very tight fit, but it clicked in place. Then she pulled the crotch strap and moaned as it pushed her toys deeper inside.

“Yeah, Sandra told me it would wreak havoc with your mind if you have toys in.” he said with a little laugh. “Enjoying it so far?”

“Not sure,” said a Puzzled Karen.

She linked the crotch band with the waistband and was about to close the lock. She stopped. That was not a simple lock, or a pair of cuffs, or some bondage. She was relenting her freedom to sexual pleasure. What was between her legs was personal. It was hers. By locking that belt, she was giving it to Derek. He and only he would decide when she would have fun. She was giving away one of her basic freedoms. 

The click of the lock echoed in her mind. She pressed it without even realizing it. Was it her subconscious telling her to go for it? Or was it simply some stress that squeezed her fingers. Nonetheless, she was now locked in, but she still had the key. She could unlock it anytime, right. Right?

She raised her head and Derek was there, smiling, extending a hand, waiting for her to give him the key. Hesitantly, she extended her hand. It was slightly shaking. Nervous? Anxious? Anticipating what would be next? It was not like simply signing off a contract. It was an object she was giving away, the very object that was her only way out. He didn’t grab the key. No, he waited. He waited for HER to put it down, in the palm of his hand. SHE would be giving it away. Not he, who would take it off her fingers. Without a word, patiently, he waited.

Lynda was witnessing it with a lot of emotions. She was feeling Karen’s struggles, and she wondered herself if she would do it, if she would give away the control of her crotch. Perhaps if she had the right Master. 

She saw the key drop in Derek’s hand. He kept it there, like for tempting Karen to have second thoughts. Her hand hovered over his for a time, before slowly retreating, accepting her fate, accepting her position, her head lowering down. She was no longer the Free Karen. She was Karen, Derek’s Rubber Sex Slave. She put her hands at her crotch, only feeling the steel barrier. Yes, this was real.

“That’s settled.” she said with a calm, reassuring voice. “Now, I believe you two have some chores to do? I’ll let you put each other’s gag back on,” he said, going to the living room and opening his laptop.

Slowly, almost not wanting to break the mood, Lynda took Karen’s gag and applied it to her. Karen stood there, hands still holding the steel plate resting on her crotch. She only sort of snapped out of it when Lynda dangled her own gag in front of Karen’s face, waiting for it to be fastened. Oh, she could have done it herself, but she was following Derek’s orders.

They washed the dishes and did the rest of the chores, Derek often hearing the distinctive sound of something metallic hitting the countertop, smiling each time. ‘What a wonderful constant reminder’ he thought.

And with each bump of the steel belt on the countertop, she was reminded of how locked she was, although those little jolts were fun. It would be a lie if she said that all of those were accidental.

Lynda seemed to enjoy her predicament, being bound to do basic chores was apparently appealing for her too.

When all was done, Karen hobbled her way to the living room and stood by the entrance, waiting. Derek closed his laptop and walked to her, removing her gag and kissing her passionately, then knocking on the belt, he asked.

“So, how is it so far?”

“Disturbing.” simply answered Karen taking place besides her lover and cuddling. “But fun,” she added, wiggling her butt on the leather sofa, making it creak with her latex suit.

Lynda stood there, not quite knowing what to do. They were evidently living a private moment. She took out her gag herself.

“Well, I think I should be going now.”

“Why?” asked Derek.

“Come on, Phil. Tomorrow is Friday. It’s her last day of her vacation, she must have something planned.” cut-in Karen.

Derek looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “So?” he simply asked.

“I… I don’t have anything planned.” she said, a little shy. She felt she was pushing for the invitation, which deeply, she was.

“That settles it then,” said Derek. “Why don’t you prepare the guest room, Karen? Want me to tie you back?”

“Absolutely!” said Karen, happy to have her friend sleep over, “but no gag”.

Derek complied and both women hobbled their way upstairs and made the bed of the guest room.

“Not much to tie you up to,” said Karen.

“Ah, no problem,” said Derek, leaning in the door opening with a roll of thick cotton rope in his hand. “We can use this. What do you think?”

“I… Well… I don’t know.” she said, her brain fighting the emotions, the arousal and the fear, and the fear was creating the arousal.

“Let’s give it a try. If you don’t like it, I’ll free you, that’s all.

“Uh… Okay.” said Lynda.” 

With Lynda standing up, Derek removed her cuffs and, bringing her arms on her back, began to wrap her wrists together, slowly pulling her elbows together.

“Tell me when it’s enough,” he said as he tightened them more and more, both him and Karen, astonished by the results. “How does that feel?” he asked.

“Tight, but I think I can manage.” said Lynda.

“Wow, touching elbow tie? Awesome, Lynda.” said Karen.

“Really? They’re touching? Oh darn, I guess all those yoga lessons paid off.” she said, giggling as Derek added more rope, wrapping them over her shoulders, creating some kind of breast cage, going back to her arms.

Helped with Karen, he had her lay on her back on the bed and he wrapped her ankles in rope, tightening them snuggly but not too tight. He added more coils below and over her knees. Lynda was slowly squirming, keeping her mouth closed as she was softly moaning, her breath even shaking at times. She liked the feeling of being slowly restrained, feeling each coil of rope taking away her freedom of movement.

He gently rolled her on her stomach, gently folding her legs at the knee, tying a rope between the breast cage and the ankles and pulling them together in a hogtie.

Lynda’s breath was shaking and she was softly squirming in the limits of the rope.

“How does that feel?” asked Derek.

“That’s… I have no words.” said Lynda. “I like it.” she said, pulling on her arms, stretching her legs, making her torso arc backward.

Do you think you can cope for the whole night like that? If not, just yell. I’m a light sleeper, I’ll come to free you. I may have gone way too far with this, but, I dunno, it felt the right thing.”

“I’ll give it a try, for sure. Damn.” she said, squirming, her head filled with fantasies. She had fantasies of bondage. She had seen pictures, even some short movies, but to live it like that? Awesome.

“Okay then. I’ll be setting up Karen for the night and I’ll come back to check on you for your final word before I go to bed myself, will that be alright?”

“Oh, yes. Perfect. It will give me time to think about it.” said Lynda.

Karen and Derek went back down to their own bedroom, Derek kept Karen as she was, with the hobble chain and the wrist chain in front of her, and only tied her collar to the head board. That would give her the opportunity to fondle with her crotch, to experience the chastity belt bloquade. Giving a kiss on her panel gag she had put back on, he went upstairs to check on Lynda who asked to be kept tied up but not hogtied, to which Derek complied. She said that she would need a lot more practice but she was aiming for it.

And he went to sleep. He noticed Karen’s grunt, fongling at her crotch, feeling the steel belt around her waist, blocking the access to her crotch. She couldn’t even play with her fingers, not even just tease herself. She hated it. And she liked it.

Lynda had a rough night. She soon began to ache but it was part of the deal of being in bondage, something she wanted to experience. She would try to cope with it for the whole night, even if it meant that she would not sleep at all. Everytime she tried to move, she was reminded that she was tied up: her arms wouldn’t move. Her legs wouldn’t move. She was also very well aware that she was wearing latex. She turned on her stomach and she tried to masturbate, but having no toys and no bump over there, it did nothing. Oh, she tried to make a lump with the comforter, but try to make something, anything, with your arms in your back and your legs tied together.

Exhaustion finally had the best of her. She was awakened by someone moving her hips, feeding something under them, adding a rope.

“Karen? What are you doing?” she asked.

“Oh, just a little nothing.” she said, tightly wrapping the rope around Lynda’s hips then putting a magic wand between her legs, right against her crotch and adding more rope, pushing it hard toward her crotch.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Oh, just for the fun of watching you squirm,” said Karen.

“Does Derek know about it?”

“None of his business. It’s between you and me.” whispered Karen, making a wink.

“Well, it means that he did not authorize it. DERmmmffkk.”had the time to say Lynda before Karen stuffed a ball gag in her mouth.

“He’s in the shower.  You wouldn’t want to disturb him ,wouldn’t you?” asked Karen giggling. “And because of that…” she said, flipping Lynda on her stomach and drawing her feet toward her arms, putting her into a very tight hogtie, resting on her crotch, on the magic wand. Lynda fought it but Karen only laughed, then she plugged the vibrator.

Lynda yelped. She fought her bonds but the more she fought, the more aroused she was becoming. The pleasure she had been denied all night, the pleasure she wanted to have was right there. Her thoughts totally forgot that Karen was there and she began to hump the vibrator, and id didn’t take long before she erupted into a wonderful orgasm, her body jumping on the mattress, Karen looking at her, laughing, to the point she totally forgot she was supposed to be making coffee while Derek was in the shower.

“Ahem… What are you doing, Karen?” asked Derek, leaning against the doorframe.

“Oh… Err… I thought…”

“Is the coffee ready?” he asked.

She lowered her head while looking at him, pouting, making doggie eyes.

“No… I’m sorry.” she said

He laughed.

“Well, get to it, then,” he said, gesturing to her to get out of the room.

Karen quickly did so, rubbing her arm at the same time, hurrying to get downstairs. Meantime, Lynda’s orgasm had succeeded and she was slowly humping the comforter. He got closer to her.

“Do you want to stay like that for a while or you want me to get you out of it?” he asked, bending toward her.

She signaled she wanted out.

Meanwhile, Karen had put her chain between her wrist cuffs and had prepared the coffee, standing by the dining table, ready to serve her master. She was scratching her left leg with her right foot when Derek came in. He asked her for his coffee and she hobbled her way to the kitchen, scratching her stomach along the way. Something was wrong. She was itching.

When Lynda walked down, she was still in her catsuit but totally free of any restraints. She stopped, thinking she had done something wrong.

“It’s okay,” said Derek. “ Your choice. Coffee?” he asked.

“Yes.” answered Lynda, taking a seat.

Karen was hobbling back with the cup of coffee, scratching her arm at the same time. She turned around to get Lynda’s coffee.

She came back, holding two cups, set one in front of Lynda and another one where she would sit. She sat down and removed her gag.

“Say Karen,” began Lynda, “I noticed you’ve been scratching yourself a lot this morning. When was the last time you took off your suir?”

“Oh… I… Well, in fact, I have had it on since I bought it, so about three days.” she said. “Why?”

“Well, your body isn’t made to be sealed for prolonged periods. You should take it off.” said Lynda.

“But… I like it there.” she said, scratching her right rib cage.”

“Okay, take your hood off.” said Derek, getting up and pulling the zipper. Out came a very wrinkly face with wet hair.

“Oh wow.” said Lynda.

“What?” she said, touching her skin, feeling the wrinkles.

“You look like my grand’ma.” said Lynda.

“With the skin of a drowned body.” added Derek. “Let me see.” he said, taking off her bondage collar and pulling hard on the collar of the suit, revealing more whitish wrinkly skin.

“Better take it off now,” said Derek. “Come,”

“But… But…” said Karen, following. “I feel fine.”

“Go to the bathroom and take it off,” said Derek in a more firm tone. “I’ll get the key to your chastity belt.”

Some time later, she was out of her suit, her skin white and wrinkly.

“Weird, I miss my corset,” said Karen, pinching her waist.

“Yes, and I can’t put the chastity belt back without it.” he said, putting his phone over his ear. “… Oh good, you’re open. Sandra? It’s Derek. I’m so glad you’re there. Listen…” he said, while heading for the garage, then turning back as he hung up.

“No way I’m leaving you to touch yourself.” he said with a devilish smile, quickly putting police cuffs on Karen’s wrists in her back. “And Lynda, you watch her. You count the number of times she tried to touch herself, okay? I’ll be back in about an hour.” 

Karen sat back at the dining table, sipping her coffee until she couldn’t anymore, pouting.

“That’s unfair.”

“That’s life… and human biology.” answered Lynda.

They stayed there, waiting for Derek to come back. He entered the house with another large shopping bag containing two smaller bags. He opened one to reveal a black, silver and purple spandex catsuit and the other contained a red waist cincher.

“Well, according to Sandra, the catsuit will allow your skin to breathe and this cincher should be enough to put your chastity belt back on.” He said with a smile. “Come on, let’s go.” he said to Karen who was still sitting.

She walked to the bedroom. Although she was just in her underwear, she was walking on her toes, already too used to high heels. He unwrapped the spandex catsuit and put it on the bed while Lynda untied her arms. She was freed of her belt for a shower, monitored by Lynda, and shortly after, she was back with the chastity belt on, her body covered in spandex, except for her feet and hands. She was strolling in open high heels sandals, all of it to make her skin dry out but not losing her love for heels.

“So, that would be your… free day,” said Derek with a wink.

“Feels weird.” she said, putting her hands on her back, then folding them. “I feel like I’m missing something. I dunno, cuffs, collar… something. That shouldn’t prevent me from getting… you know, tied up, right?”

“Well.” said Derek. “I don’t know. The cuffs are leather and are sort of blocking the air. I know, it’s far-fetched but we have to take it more to the safe side, right? So, that will be your full free day. No latex, no bondage. What do you think, Lynda? You seem to have a different opinion” he said, looking at Lynda, obviously having other ideas.

“Well, if, you know, she absolutely wants to be, well, restricted, without being tied up or anything…” she said, trailing off.

“Go on, spit it out. Not that it stopped you before.” said Karen.

“Well, there’s always… cages.”

Derek’s eyes lit up and he looked at Karen.

“What do you think?”

“I… never thought about that. I mean, it would somewhat restrain me, but I would be able to freely move inside of it, so… I dunno.” she said.

“Let me check first.” said Derek, going to his computer. “You stay here. I am the Master, I will decide what kind of cage you get.” he said, smiling.

He walked out a few moments later, not saying anything, but smiling ear to ear. They spent the rest of the day outside, by the large in-ground pool, Karen forbidden to go into the water: her skin needed to be aired out, not dipped in more water!

Lynda, on her side, experienced for the first time, playing in a pool in full latex catsuit. And she loved it. It felt weird, the way she could feel it was water because her brain registered that it was, but her skin was not. And the sun, hitting on her purple suit made it warm, but not too hot, and she wondered, how those who are in full black latex, cope with a hot sun.

Lynda left in the evening and Karen spent her first night not bound. It felt strange. Yes, it had only been a few days since this whole ordeal started but nonetheless, she was missing being bound-up for the night.

That made her think, reflect: was she weird? Was she normal?

As soon as the 24 hours were done, she was back in latex and into the pool, while Derek was happily mowing the lawn on his tractor mower.

The routine quickly installed itself. Karen would wake-up, still bound from the previous night. Derek will free her enough to do the breakfast then would tie her up for the day. She would have to do everything while bound. On her “day off” she would go shopping in spandex, but not long after that, since she didn’t get much reaction from her spandex outfit, she began to go shopping in full latex. Oh, people were talking: look at the rich bitch in her weird suit. She didn’t give a damn, and pretty much wished that they could live their own fantasies.

The only thing she was forbidden to do was to go in the pool while in latex and cuffs, because of the risks. In her spandex, no problem, but not in latex, unless someone else was with her. Lynda was there regularly, enjoying part of her life in latex and  bondage, and had been given a key to the house, just in case.

Four months later, late afternoon. The doorbell of the house rang, but Karen, half deaf by her latex hood and the straps of her gag going over her ears, plus the sound of the vacuum cleaner, plus the fact that she was in her own little pleasure world, didn’t hear it. She was startled when she suddenly saw a pair of running shoes in front of her vacuum broom. She stopped, and looked.

“Mfffibbbaa?” she mumbled through her panel gag, looking at her friend, in tears, in front of her.

She struggled with the straps of the head harness, her wrists being cuffed with a short chain. Lynda helped her, removing the harness holding the gag and putting it on the dining table, Karen wiping off, or rather trying to wipe off the drool with her rubber hand, which was not absorbing much but spreading it all over her latex coated face.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” asked Karen, taking a chair, her latex creaking.

“Our company was bought by one of those big corporations, and, well, we all sorta new that there were a bunch of redundant personnel, I mean, we’re 4 to do the job of two and honestly, there are periods where I don’t have much to do, but… they downsized… and…”

“You’re out of a job! Oh that sucks!” said Karen.

And they talked about it, and the subject changed and Karen totally forgot to prepare dinner for Derek. She only realized how late it was when she heard the car drive up the driveway.

“Oh fuck… Oh well, I have a good excuse… this time.” she said with a devilish grin.

“Oh, you’re comparing to the time you purposely didn’t made him dinner hoping he would tie you up while in spandex.”

“Yeah, and it backfired… he kept me in the cage, in spandex, for 3 days instead. So… be it.” she said, getting up to welcome her lover.

Derek walked in.

“Hello Karen.” he said, giving her a kiss, then seeing Lynda. “Oh, hi! I didn’t expect you here.” he said.

“She just lost her job, and I was consoling her and… well, I forgot about dinner. Sorry.” said Karen.

“You… Dinner… you lost your job?” asked Derek, startled. “When? How? Oh, Karen. No sweat for dinner. This is bad news enough. Just order some pizza.” he said, then turning back his attention to Lynda. “Why?”

Lynda explained everything to Derek.

“So, 123 Holdings bought you? What’s the name of your company again… never mind, you told me already… wait a minute. That rings a bell…” he said, pulling his laptop out of the suitcase and going through some files. “Ah… yes… I… I’m sorry, I’m an administrator on that committee… You had way too much personel for what you did, and, yes, the job you were doing was downsized from 4 people to one. Oh shoot! Knowing you were one of the three let go, I would have used my influences to keep you at that job. I’m so sorry.

The pizza arrived at that moment. Karen opened the door, in full latex and bondage and paid the stunned delivery guy with the credit card before closing the door and collapsing laughing.

“You should have seen his face!!”

They all laughed and ate the pizza, while Derek said that he would figure something out.

* * *

Five days later, Lynda was browsing her old apartment for one last time, a little bit of nostalgia in her eyes.

“Was that the last box?” 

“Yep, that’s it.” said Lynda, turning around, her purple latex catsuit creaking, to face Karen, in a similar attire but black, two movers guy leaving with the last boxes passing the door.

“You realize that those poor guys will remember that job for the rest of their lives, right?” said Karen, giggling.

She had seen the faces of those movers, glancing at those two women in latex and corset, Karen in full gear, including her hood and chastity belt.

“Yeah, I bet they will talk about it for years to come.” answered Lynda.

“So? Ready for your new life as a latex maid?” asked Karen.

“I think so.” she said, rubbing her latex coated arm, nervous.

“Don’t be nervous, everything will be just fine.” said Karen, sensually approaching her friend, putting a hand on her latex coated breast, ready to kiss her.

“Are you girls about to make it out here?” They heard a man’s voice. They turned, shocked.

“Derek? What are you doing here?” asked Karen.

“And in latex?” added Lynda.

“And… and… HIGH HEELS?” exclaimed a stunned Karen.

“Well, you girls seem to enjoy this latex and heels so much I said to myself why not give it a try.”

“And?” asked Karen.

“Some practice is needed for the heels but I really like that latex skin,” he said, smiling.

They stood there for a moment, glancing at each other. Derek broke the ice.

“So…  you girls want to go for a tea or something? Sandra is waiting for us at this restaurant you always go, not far from her boutique.”

“Like… now?” asked Lynda, puzzled.

“Why not. You’ve been in latex in the open for most of the day. Come on!” he said, turning around, putting his hands on his hips but opening his elbows so that each woman would grab one, and away they walked.

© monsterp63

September 17, 2022

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16 thoughts on “Karen – Ooo! Kinky!

    1. Thanks.
      Well, you never see someone in a movie taking a bathroom break*, even in “real life dramas” movies.

      *When you see one, the scene is usually very relevant to the story. I mean, John McClaine never took a pee-break while chasing those bad guys off that building…

  1. OK, I’m just worried that you won’t write some sci-fi latex suits in the future! For example, the previous article in May was full of science fiction, right? I like such a plot!

    1. Where is it written that I won’t write fantasy / sci-fi anymore? I wanted to make THAT story more realistic. Never said that I wouldn’t write anything else.

  2. I read it all in a row. I like the setting, the way it came from a point to another. It can be considered not real because things are happening too quick if it is real life, but who care? I mean, if the story had to be real probably you would have lot of “boring” parts with her being accustomed to this or that.
    So a really good story, consensual (the ones I prefer totally) and not extreme like full permanent encasement or so on, if not in a sci-fi idea.
    Thank you for the time you took to write and post it for us.

    1. Thank you very much Alessandro. I really appreciate your evaluation/critic.

      My “real life” point about that story is more the approach, the questioning, the adaptation, the mutual relationship, who likes what, and of course, the biological limitations, rather than the timeframe being realistic.

      Thank you again.

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