He entered the house, tired after his long day at work.
“Hello honey, I hope you’re not too tired.” said Karen, his girlfriend.
He looked at her. Beautiful. Shoulder-length curly brown hairs, beautiful eyes, well toned body, especially when wrapped into this tight fitting black dress and with those high heels? She looks like a million bucks.
“Hello, Love.” he said, kissing her. “Yeah, I’m a wee bit tired, got stuck doing overtime, but should do fine.”
“Well, better hurry to shower and change or we’ll be late for our restaurant reservation.” she said, all smiling and almost jumping in place like a kid who’s about to go to the candy store.
“What reservation? I didn’t reserve anything.”
“Ha, ha, you joker. I know you’re bringing me to The Brussel Sprout, you know, that fancy French cuisine restaurant?” she said, suddenly puzzled.
“Ah, yes, that fancy restaurant you left menus from in my lunch box a few months ago.”
“Yes! That’s the one.” she said, all joyous, sure he was pranking her.
“Nah, didn’t do anything. We’re not going there. We’re staying home.”
“What? Why? This is Valentine’s day. I wanted a night of fancy dining, exquisite chocolate, flowers, dancing and, if you still have energy, some sex.” she said with a devilish grin.
“Yeah right. You really think I would make a reservation to this place, which has to be made three months in advance, so it will cost me half my weekly paycheck to have three shrimp hanging on the side of a Champagne glass as an entree, then the other half of my paycheck for one mouthful piece of meat, because it is placed on shaved carrots and served into a fucking tree bark instead of a decent plate? Then a month’s worth of salary to pay for TWO glasses of wine? Forget it.”
“But…” started to argue Karen, visibly disappointed.
“And that chocolate, from that fancy chocolate maker downtown, where it cost you an arm because he carved a flaming heart on it? It’s fucking chocolate. The shape doesn’t change the taste. And don’t get me going on the flowers.”
“Uh… well… We can go dancing, right?” she said, a little hopeful.
“Yeah, and spend the evening sharing body odors with strangers because the dance floor is too small for the amount of people, and where each drink costs a leg? No. We’re staying home.”
“But…”
“Don’t worry honey. Everything is already planned.”
One hour later
So, darling, what do you think of my plans for Valentine? Enjoying yourself?
“Mffwweeeeeeeeeeeee!!! WWeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
“I’ll take that as a yes.
DING! DONG!
“Oh, great, the pizza is here. I can’t wait to see the face of that delivery driver”
“Mffgmnfff.”
“Don’t worry. The safety cams are recording. You will be able to see his fac… Oh hello miss.”
The young and short blond girl handed over the pizza box.
“There you go, sir. It’s already prepa… Wow. Nice setup.” she said, stopping for a few seconds to look at Karen’s setup and then realizing that the man in front of her was in full latex and thigh high, high heel boots. “Well, euh… enjoy yourself.” said the pizza delivery girl, walking away, but looking back a few times.
“Gmfeee… Gmfeeee… Gmfeee.”
“Yeah, laugh all you want, Karen. How could I know? And yes, you will be able to see MY face from the security footag…”
DING DONG
“…age… what now?” he said, opening the door, surprised to see the delivery woman again. “Yes? Something’s wrong with my order. Shit! Did I forget to tip?”
“Oh no, no problem with that.” she said stretching her neck to see inside the house, especially toward Karen. “Listen… I… Shit, this is so bold… I don’t want to intrude but this was my last delivery for the day and… well…my boyfriend dumped me this afternoon, which means I have no plans for Valentine’s day but… you seem to have nice ideas… Could I… Join you?”
“The… I… What?” asked Derek, totally caught off by surprise.
He looked at Karen who looked as stunned as he was (from what he can figure out through the gasmask)
“You want to join us? Really? I… I don’t know…” he said, looking at Karen who opened her hands in a “your decision” answer.
“I… you see…” he stuttered.
“Oh, don’t worry about me, I’m all ready.” she said, stretching the neck opening of her turtleneck shirt, revealing what was underneath.
Stunned, Derek looked at her, at her tight leather jacket, her tight jeans, her high heels platform sandals… to deliver pizza and at her…
“So?…” she asked, still waiting for an answer.
Half an hour later.
He looked at Karen, then at Sandra, coated in her red latex catsuit, the suit she was hiding under her vanilla clothes, now well installed and locked on a bench with a fucking machine powered and operating. She didn’t seem to complain. Well, she was gagged, so…
He sat in the chair and picked his book back.
“That is the strangest and silliest Valentine’s day I’ve ever taken part in. Way better than that fancy restaurant.” he said, trying to read while his concentration was constantly interrupted by moans, and his thoughts that, later that night, he will be served by not one, but two latex clad women.
© monsterp63
11 February 2023
Note: Yes, I know, not one of my best work, but here’s the “full story”.
I wanted to do something for Valentine’s Day. A story? Nah, too much work, and I don’t want to start another story as long as those in the works (Wrong House and New Year). I know, I will just make a render.
So, Friday, while driving to work, I was thinking about the image. If you known me for long enough, you know that every image has a story. I don’t do “static”, posed renders. What could be the story? What can push Karen to be bound-up for Valentine’s Day (… again). I had a great idea. I thought.
I got home and I began to make the first image (the 2nd one above- the first one with Karen in bondage), while writing the story.
But… because there’s always a “but” (or butt… but that’s another story – pun intended) the more I wrote it, the more it looked like “Happy Valentine (2007)”. I was 3 pages into the story. So I flushed it but finished setting up the scene and hit the rendering button. For some reason, the rendering took a long time, about 3 hours, so I went to bed before it was done.
But my mind was not in bed. I was still thinking of a story. Saturday morning, I woke up to a completed render. I began to assemble the story but ending with “I’ll take that as a yes” was kind of… bleak.
At the same time, I started to have a taste for pizza, and I thought… what if Derek ordered a pizza? And the story ended with “Ding-Dong – Ah the pizza is here.”
I wrote it and thought… gheesh, that delivery guy would make such a face. I mean, if I order a pizza and I open the door in latex and heels, I would received a very stunned expression. Hey, why not do it? (The story, not actually doing it – Way too chicken for that)
I simply added “Yes, Karen, you will be able to see the stunned face of the delivery driver from the security camera footage.”
And I thought… what if that driver is into those kinky setups? Who would be stunned, then? Oh… What if said delivery driver is a women? And… and… and… what if she’s in latex under her vanilla clothes… and, and, and… what if she want to get into the games?
So, three more renders later (I added the “vanilla” one last), here we are.
This free visit of my creative mind has been brought to you by my local Pizza delivery place. Yes, I got my pizza for dinner, and I have put vanilla clothes over my PVC* kinky outfit (and took my heels off) before answering the door. It was deelicious!
*My latex catsuit has a puncture and I’ve not fixed it yet.