Perfect World: Business Trip Chapter 2 - An Unexpected Encounter

Chapter 2 - An Unexpected Encounter

Angelina entered slowly into the departure building thirty minutes after she leaved the taxi driver. Also if the air conditioning was humming furiously on the background, the temperature inside the terminal was quite hot, and the stale air hit the girl with a warm punch on her face.

“Wow. I have to remember to avoid to flights during Summer… It’s too hot here. I will be melted in a pool of sweat and plastic before arriving at the check in…” she smiled as much as she could, searching for the monitors where it was indicated the check-in rows for her flight.

She found them quite easily and she discovered she had to queue where she had already noted a big group of persons.

“I didn’t imagine Tokyo was so wanted as a holiday destination.” She sighed beginning to wait. She saw that the queue was going really slowly, so she started to look around just to distract herself, her body turning from side to side due to her self imposed bondage and restrictions. Her eyes focussed on a couple, probably husband and wife, waiting as her at the check-in but for another flight. The man was wearing a smart suit in a dark grey shadow, with Italian leather shoes and an expensive luggage that was signed from one of the most famous stylist on the Earth.

“Mmmm, expensive dresses, expensive luggage, they are really rich one… Well, considering how she is encased…” the blonde stopped her browsing over the woman.

Nothing on her was useful to detect her true age, so Angie thought she was in her early forties as her husband. Her body was encased in a skin tight suit made of shiny black rubber, not showing any kind of wrinkles, indicating a thickness that alone could be enough to stop a person to do not necessary movements, but as every elegant woman on that Earth, the wife was restrained heavily to show her complete dependence on her husband. The dress had long legs that vanished under calve length ballet boots, probably made of steel lined internally and externally in black rubber, the ankles linked by a short chain long no more than twelve inches. The crushed waist was indicating she was wearing a cruelly elegant corset from her hips to her breasts, rigidly encased on perfectly rounded cups, clearly visible under the rubber practically glued to her chests. At the shoulder there were no sign of arms, and also when the woman moved to her side as searching something, Angie was not able to detect them if not for a slight bulk on her back.

“Hhaaakk heeeyeeehh!” she exclaimed excited when she understood the unconformable position she forced her upper limbs on. For what she could understand, the woman had her arms in some way pinioned folded and parallel to her spine, covered partially by the corset, her hands flat just under her shoulders to achieve the armless appearance she had. “She is really a lucky woman, to be able to bear that position and to have such a wonderful garment. Look at the hood… Geee, she is senseless.” She thought to herself, observing the completely closed rubber hood that was covering her eyes, her ears and her mouth.

Angie recognised finally the model. It was a made-to-measure cloth from a French stylist, and she remembered that the hood was furnished with a built in inflatable gag and earplugs certified to remove more than ninety-nine percent of noise. The two zippers, the long one from buttock to neck and the short one from forehead to neck were padlocked together with a small silver lock under a transparent and rigid posture collar, the key to release the device bumping and swinging freely between her breasts every starving breathing.

“Mmooonnnnheehuuuhh, nnnuu?” mumbled the young girl in front of Angie indicating with a quick movement of her head the gentle act of the husband to dry with a perfectly white handkerchief the little trail of water starting to run out the nostril holes of his wife mask. The woman whined happily posing her blind head on his shoulder for a second, then extending her rubber face for a deep kiss he eagerly gave.

The girl that mumbled was in her early twenty, her long straight hair dyed with an electric blue shade, making a big and quite unusual but surely noticeable contrast with the grey duct tape of her underwear suit, hidden and highlighted at the same time by her vinyl catsuit. An identification card in her transparent pocket at the left breast height was showing her name and her ticket was visible on the other pocket.

“Yeshh. Sho yuuuh flihhht to Tooohyoo?”

“Mmmm, mmm.” she nodded, her big rigid case near her and a small backpack on her back. “Mmmmghtt, nnnnghhhmmm, mmmmummmmhhh!” she said, her eyes shining for the joy.

“Ihhh soohhhy, uuut I hhhnnt uhhheeehsaaand uuu…”

“Mmmmghtt.” She stopped, trying to grab something on her bag, but also the little zipper that was closing it was an insuperable problem for her, due to her hands that were closed in a tight fist and taped with the same tape that was covering her from toe fingers to nose, stealing her a lot of mobility and impeding her ability to communicate.

“Dooo uuu hhave a ttthhhnnsllaahtoooh hiit uuu?”

“Mmmmm. Mghtt nnnhhh!” she indicated her bag with her fists, the neon lights of the airport dancing on the soft and warm vinyl surface of her tight catsuit complete with embedded boots of five inches that was protecting her tape from easy removal.

“Iinnhhide hhee baahh?”

She nodded.

“I heeep uuu.” Angie said, turning and touching the zipper with her tied and mittened hands. With some effort she opened it and extracted a small metal plate with curious decoration on one of the side. Veronique, as the tag was saying, grabbed with both fists the metal object and pushed it over her tape gagged mouth until a faint click indicated it was fixed.

“Thank you. I’m a brainless girl. Also my parents say it to me sometime.” She said, the electronic device transforming the vibration of her taped lips in sounds, also if metallic and without any emotion.

“Noh phhobeeem. Uuu goh to tooohyoh foooh pheeeasuhhe?”

“Yes. I will be guest of a friend of mine and we will participate to the annual cosplay contest. I’m sure I will be the winner.”

“Hooospphay?” she gurgled, long trails of saliva running over her restricted breasts.

“To be dressed as a cartoon or comics character. Japan is famous for it. You know, it’s my first trip alone. I mean, after the Ceremony.”

Angelina nodded.

“I was sure she was at her first experience with normal dresses. She is not still accustomed to move inside restrictive clothing, and I’m sure she is still wearing some silly cotton underwear to protect her skin from the tape.”

“I know you are thinking I’m young, and yes, I’m in the legal age only since a couple of months. This is the first dress my parents bought for me, and I’m really in love with it, also if I preferred to add some tape under it and not use the complete mask. I must learn to manage the restricted breathing of the closed hood.”

“Yeshh, itssh sttthange uut plleeasahhnt.”

“Yes, and the joy to quit the old clothes and start to dress the new one. Ah, it was so beautiful.”

“I knoohh. Ah, Thhe ehonoomhy hhhass ishh ohheen. Go thhehee, my dhheahh…”

“Thank you. I didn’t see the Economy class check in opened. See you on the plane.” She said, turning and approaching the desk where the hostess started to take care of her and her baggage.

“Ah, youngs… Anyway, also if more than ten years have passed from my first day as a Newborn, I still remember perfectly the first time I had the possibility to wear the correct dresses a woman must wear. Ah, yes, there are still groups that for a reason or another they reject to wear fetish outfits or to be in bondage, but they are really few and diminishing in the time…” she thought, advancing slowly on the queue. “Ah, the first dress I received from my parents. I think I have still it in some place, maybe in some box on the wardrobe… My mother arrived at my twenty-first birthday with a big cardboard box, a big smile on her face, visible perfectly also if her whole head was covered with a thick blue rubber hood with only tiny holes at the eyes and the nostrils. She posed the box on the table and she kissed me deeply on the cheek, stroking my hairs with her mittened latex opera gloves, my father with a smiling light on his eyes. Inside the box there was the dress she and I saw some days before in a shop window. It was a sleeveless transparent PVC dress with blue coloured inserts to simulate a halter top and leggings. I trembled with excitement when my dad closed the long zip on the back and strapped the collar so tight to let my head spin. Mom helped me in my first pair of long gloves in blue plastic while dad ripped a three yard long piece of transparent adhesive tape and posed it over my closed, smiling lips, encircling my lower face tightly, overlapping the sticky material until he was satisfied with the result. I was in tears for the joy, and I could only hug them and jump for the room with unsteady balance due to the black leather calve long seven inches high stiletto boots that were completing the outfit. Ah, it was so wonderful. I was the older of my friends, and so I was the first of them to attend university in the Newborn dresses. They were so envious, but all so kind. I still remember the looks of Mark and Robert, they ate me every time they saw me…” she sighed, happy to see she was the next one at the check-in desk. “It was only for my safety that my parents obliged me to remove the tape and the dress after three days… Wonderful old times…”

Her thoughts flux was interrupted abruptly by strong fingers starting to tickling her.

 “Whoooh?!” she gurgled, turning as much as she could.

“I remembered well, you are a really ticklish person, Angel…” a tall man in his late thirty said. The tanned skin of his face was perfectly framed by black curly hairs, as his body was covered with an elegant dark blue suit with a contrasting red tie. “I’m sure you remember me…”

“Whoooh… Whhhihh, I knohhh uuu ahhe…” she thought, his face different but in some way similar to one she was sure to know.

“I’m the one that lead you to your dates, and that every time waited for half an hour under your window because you were practically ready to exit. Ah, girls…” he smiled.

"Rhhobhhert!" she exclaimed, a long trail of saliva waving from her stretched lips to the floor.

“Mmmm, too gentle to remember my name, dear. It’s really interesting to find you are here. You know, I had thought to you this morning, and now, well, you are near me. How are you? I find you perfect shape. Or it’s the corset?”

“Shhhupidh!” she laughed as best as she could. “I’m fhine. Why ahhe uuu here?”

“To take a plane. Or I took the wrong queue and this is the one for the cinema?” he smiled again.

She just shook her head.

"Good. Can we have seats near?"

She nodded trying to smile on her gag.

“Gee, my heartbeats are quite doubled, also if I didn’t understand why. We were only friends, and it’s a life we didn’t see. We lost our traces some month after the degree, and if not for some dinner with the old friends of the university, we could also be on different planets.”

“There is something wrong?” he asked, concerned for her eyes lost in the nothing.

“Nuuu, nuu.” She shook her head, trying to hide her red cheeks. She sensed that the man before her had finished and she turned trying to grab with her mittens the cabin luggage. “It’shh ouhhh tuuhnn…”

“Yes. Leave me the baggage. And the formalities.”

“Buhhth?”

“Please. I know you are a powerful business woman, I can see from the dress and the rest of you, but for only five minutes, could you be just a wonderful friend in a wonderful dress. Please, act as I remember you, helpless and sweet…”

She mumbled and nodded.

“Good.” He touched her left cheek with his forefinger, then moved it over her shiny gag and down along the plastified neck, following the new saliva drop she produced and that was running slowly between her breasts and down to her belly button.

She crooned, trying to stop the terrific sensation that was building inside her. She shook her body slightly, bringing to life the two intruders that until now were quiet and quite unnoticeable. She mumbled closing her eyes, trying to enjoy the little shivers of pleasure arriving from her crotch and her skin where touched by Robert finger.

He extracted from his jacket the ticket and took also the blonde’s one from her purse.

“Mmmghttt?” asked the hostess, dressed in a bright blue and red latex uniform completed with an hard rubber ball tightly strapped over her face, distorting her features. Also if heavily gloved, the slender fingers moved freely on the keyboard typing the identification codes of the thickets.

“Ah, yes, the other documents… No smoking area, please…”

The hostess nodded as much as she could with the built-in neck corset cruelly slandering her neck.

“Hiiindhhhohh, plhhheashe.”

“Mmmghtt, nnnghtt…” nodded again the girl, that apart for her face, was completely sealed in her costume, her body from the waist to the toes closed in a rigid plastic mould glued to the chair, transforming her in a sort of legless clerk.

The hostess consigned the boarding passes and smiled, gurgling some farewell.

"Thhankshhh."

The two moved to the gate, arriving with some time to spare before the opening of it for boarding.

“We have still time for a coffee. Do you want something to drink? With all the drooling you did, you must be thirsty…”

“Yeeesh, thhhanghh uu.” She said, following with mincing steps her friend to the little bar near the gate.

"My pleasure, Angie." He smiled. “Do you want some help or you prefer to do by yourself?”

“Mysheeff. Iffh uuu cahhn…” she mumbled turning to show him her bounded arms.

“Yes, obviously.” He said, finding quite immediately the release button of the cuffs and pushing it. They opened, permitting to Angelina to move her arms after she blocked herself on the taxi. She ungagged herself, asked the waiter for a couple of paper tissues and with them she dried her lower face and her dress, giggling when Robert noted she continued to buy smaller than necessary dress and pointing with a smile the little pool of sweat that was forming under her feet.

“Yes, it’s a big problem, but I don’t like to have my body sealed in rubber completely under my dress as I must do with this type of garments.”

“But you still like layering?”

“Oh, yes, but I have no possibility to achieve my desires. I can afford three, four layers of material, but nothing more… I’m still alone…”

“Are you kidding?”

She shook her head.

A waitress wearing a black rubber straitjacket with an attached hood, leaving only her eyes and nose free from the suffocating hug of the material. The tray where she stored the drinks and the other goods was attached with small silver chains at her waist and her neck, blocked in an upright position by a posture collar in shiny steel engraved with the name of the bar and her name.

“Mmgmhtt, nnghtt…”

“Yes, a coffee and a cappuccino. Keep for yourself the charge, my dear.” Robert said paying for both.

“Robert. Why?” I exclaimed falsely angry for the gentleman action he did.

“Ok, ok. The next will be your, ok?”

“As you want. But you must be near me, or I will never pay you back.” I smiled sipping the hot and strong coffee. “Are you going to Tokyo for job?" she asked.

"No, or better, maybe. During my tour the last year I used to go around the city with a man that became my friend, so he insisted and now I'm going for an holiday..."

"And the job?"

"Well, you know. Having a friend in a big company sometime helps."

"Shark!" she smiled.

"Yesss!" he laughed.

 

13.07.08