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Chapter Two
He looked down at her, slowly recovering. What a strange woman. He wanted to screw her in a 100 ways but all she wanted from him was for him to play (be) her dominant. Well, he thought, maybe we can both get what we want out of this. It would take a lot of planning, but it appeared she would do anything for him, in order to satisfy her submissive desires.
As he thought this through she sat up, and stared at him, now perhaps a little embarrassed at her performance. But he could not resist testing her limits, even at this early time in their “relationship.” He began to unzip himself and she stared down at him. He smiled.
“Madame, it seems only fair that having pleasured yourself, I should also gain some pleasure, yes?” she waited a second and nodded. His cock was now standing rigid between his legs as he sat on the bed. She was somewhat surprised to see such a fine member for such a young man, but them age meant nothing, did it? She stood and then came in front of him and knelt, then raised her head to allow him to remove her large gag. He did this with some difficulty for it was well embedded in her mouth. But he managed to prise it out and she gasped for breath on its removal.
Without any further instructions she licked her lips, lowered her head and looked down at his cock. It was a good size and she noticed a small amount of pre cum glistening at the engorged end. She bent over further, smelling his maleness and then placed her mouth round his cock. She licked and rolled her tongue round the head tasting the slight saltiness and then, very slowly took him in.
Again, he was amazed at her dexterity. He was a young man and had not had many pleasures with the mouth, but this staid, austere woman had a wonderful, lazy talent with her mouth. He gazed down at her black shiny rubber head slowly rising and dropping on his cock, her hands still firmly cuffed behind her back. He placed his hands on her head gently, not to push her down but to caress the taut rubber orb. She did not flinch but continued with her ministrations, seemingly concentrating, seemingly in another world. He heard a faint humming sound as she worked on him efficiently.
Like many young men he hoped that it would go on forever, her mouth was warm and wet and inviting, her tongue so skilful, but like many young men he also was a little inexperienced in holding himself back. So shortly he gushed into her mouth with a loud moan. She did not retract but held her mouth down as she swallowed all of him. Then she sat back and stared at him, licking her lips as if to say, there you are, now are you going to take me up on my invitation? There was a faint sheen of perspiration on her pale skin now, nicely complimenting the shiny white latex of her underclothes.
Rolling on the floor she deftly lay on her side and felt for the key. He watched without giving assistance, which apparently did not offend her. With great dexterity, without even looking back, she manipulated the key into the cuff and released her arms. She breathed slowly as she released the nipple clamps and then untied her ankles and knees.
She then sat down on the bed next to him, still breathing quite heavily. She lowered her head to him, a submissive gesture and he looked down again at the gleaming dome. He held it gently and unzipped it down the back and then pulled it off. Her red hair was now a little damp, and in places sticking to her face which was pink and damp also. She took the mask from him and meticulously placed it, along with the nipple clamps and the gag, cuffs and ropes back into the box and returned it to under the bed.
Dispassionately, she looked at him, waiting for him to say something, which he eventually did.
“So madame….that is what you do. And how many times…..?” She thought for a second.
“Once, or maybe twice a week.” He looked quite surprised at this.
“With a variation or two, perhaps.” She bit her lip.
“Have you ever been…stuck?” At this she actually laughed, it was a throaty laugh and he was sorry that he had not heard enough of it.
“No, no, although sometimes I actually wish I had, just to see the look on her face. Maybe she would have a heart attack and then I could do all this in peace and without the fear of being exposed. But I am gagged and the door is locked, so it would be a cop, or a fireman or perhaps the janitor.” Again she laughed at the thought of it. Again he sought out confirmation.
“And you…love this, you need this.” She nodded briskly, almost warming to the questioning, as if for the first time she could talk, really talk about her feelings.
“Oh yes, I don't know why. Maybe the helplessness, the straining, screaming into the gag and yet mute, wriggling but bound. What is missing of course is that in the back of my mind I know that I can escape. If that is taken away and my…destiny is in the hands of another, it would be wonderfully exciting. Frightening of course, but having your movement, your speech, and your….sexual arousal controlled by another, yes, that is what I seek.”
She lapsed into silence again, looking down at her hands, placed somewhat incongruously over the crotch of her latex panties. He thought again, this woman does not really know me. She doesn't know that I am no neophyte at this, and yet she is prepared to give herself to me. It was all very exciting for him and yet it was also a huge responsibility for such a young man.
“And you think I am the one who can provide you with this? I repeat madame, you do not really know me. ” He was allowing her all the opportunities to back out, and of course hoping she wouldn't.
“Yes, yes I do.” She looked at him. “Wouldn't most men leap at this chance? To control, totally, a woman such as me, and to do with her as they wish.”
“Many possibly, but some would find it strange and some may even be frightened at the responsibility.” He moved his hand to her crotch again; she did not move away but watched it rest on her latex panties over her pussy. He felt the warmth through the thin rubber, and she widened her legs marginally as her breath became uneven. She licked her lips, still tasting him as he said.
“Tell me about the latex, what it does to you, how you feel?”
She thought about this for a few seconds. She placed her hand on her latex covered breast; his hand had remained on her crotch. She closed her eyes and spoke quietly, as if almost in a dream.
“Well, as I said before I have panties and bras in latex and in the suitcase above the wardrobe over there I have more latex clothing. There is not very much, I would love to have more and I buy garments on occasion. I have stockings in transparent latex so I can wear them under my silk hose and I have shoulder length gloves which I can wear with long sleeves and gloves when I am out. I also have a heavy latex cape with a full hood which covers me from crown to ankles. I have been out in the rain in it with only bra, panties, gloves and stockings and boots on underneath. It is a very arousing feeling, the rubber on my skin, and knowing that no one next to me or passing me in the street knows. I can't explain it….it is like a caress, it is cool at first and then it warms up and envelops me. I even…like the smell of it.”
She opened her eyes again, looked down at her fingers rolling her nipple, stopped and looked at him with an almost embarrassed smile. He took away his hand and looked at her closely.
“It is a most strange request you have. I must…have time to think about it.” She nodded, there seemed to be hope in her eyes.
“You understand that if I am in, then I am in for the duration, on my terms and there is no going back, you understand.” She took in a breath.
“I have thought about this for many months, I realise the risks. I know what I am giving up, what I am signing away. Believe me, I know.”
They stared at each other for several seconds, each with their own thoughts. Then he stood up, leaned over and gently kissed her on the lips.
“I shall come to see you in a week…for my piano lesson, by which time I will have an answer for you so until then, madame.” And he left the room, leaving her on the bed with her thoughts.
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