The Training of Slave Selena

Introduction

A story that charts the falling in love of an independent 30 something female and the progressive journey into realising her fetish proclivities and fulfilling her ultimate destiny of becoming her Masters 24/7 latex slave. Told over 17 chapters and contains the thoughts and feelings of this fascinating lady.

Chapter 1: Meeting her Knight

Selena had been between relationships, choosing not to go out on Saturday night. An invite from a married couple to join with friends at a bijou restaurant had been turned down. She had wanted to be alone. Selena, now 32, had come to enjoy the wearing of tight garments combined with her special love of latex. She habitually wore a corset and gained a deep satisfaction from the constraints it imposed as well as enjoying the effect it had on her shape. Blessed with a shapely body, Selena stood 5 ft 9½ ins. tall in her stockinged feet, her 28 inch waist had been reduced to 22. Many of her male friends had been shocked at first then delighted when they discovered this fact.

However, the wearing of rubber had frightened off some of them. They had been threatened by the implication that she gained sexual pleasure from the wearing of rubber, the implication being that she was ‘kinky’. Many liked the fantasy not the reality and were unable to handle the implied message. Selena had, been aware of rubber as a pre-pubescent. The smell had first caught her attention, that was years ago. The wearing of rubber gloves to wash up or do the daily chores had been more than just protection. She had actually come to enjoy the pulling on of gloves and the subtle smell of warmed rubber. Her favourite had become the natural unlined latex ones, but she had worn all sorts. Her first real purchase had been a pair of latex pants; she had actually dribbled when she opened the package and pulled them on. Now she wore latex pants permanently and had bought herself a form fitting black latex suit on her 25th birthday. This was followed by sheets, pillowcases and various personal accoutrements which she used to gain sexual release.

Selena had showered, dressed in her latex suit, made up her bed and had eaten a takeaway bought earlier. There was a film on TV which she had watched, and then she had gone off to her solitary bed. Sliding into cool latex sheets she had experienced the familiar old thrill. A trusty vibrator had been used. Selena had drifted off to sleep and had thoroughly enjoyed vivid erotic dreams. She was sad to unpeel herself from her second skin in the early morning and had showered, eaten a light breakfast and had determined to go to Camden Passage to browse.

The morning had dawned grey with a watery sun trying to break through. In the event a light drizzle had won the contest. Selena was not disappointed because she had always enjoyed walking in the rain ever since a young girl. She recalled the excitement of pulling on wellington boots then splashing through puddles. She decided to wear her old favourite, an SBR with lancer front, waist and neck and wrist straps and sou’wester. This, combined with Cuban heeled black PVC knee boots, would give her all the protection she needed for a leisurely stroll though the teeming Sunday morning market.

Once dressed in her normal attire she quickly completed the outer wear, then walked towards the mirror just inside the door of her flat to check that she was properly dressed. A black shiny figure in SBR stared back at her. She pulled the wide belt in a notch further and pulled on a pair of black leather gloves. She smiled to herself as she closed the door of her flat and walked down into the grey drizzle. Properly protected from head to toe she was already for a mackintosh walk.

In no time Salina was even shinier, the drizzle formed small glistening droplets of water on the SBR. Small rivulets of water snaked over her form as they coalesced before sliding off the impermeable material in cascades of water.

Browsing had become a favourite pastime for Selena and she enjoyed buying the odd objet d’art. She was quite oblivious to the tall dark stranger dressed similarly that was standing staring at her across the market stall. A light touch on her mackintosh sleeve combined with a warm voice saying, “Hello, how super to see a lady properly dressed for this wet morning”.

The voice, a warm brown sound, made her turn round to investigate. There eyes met for a moment and stayed fixed for a moment too long. Selena felt her pulse begin to race - and a warm blush spread upwards from her breast. She was speechless for what seemed like minutes but eventually she found herself blurting out, “Thank you, thank you - so many people don’t know how to dress properly for the rain - I enjoy walking in the rain knowing I am perfectly protected”.

Selena’s mind was racing she could hear herself stuttering a stream of inconsequential words - what would ‘brown eyes’ think of her? She went on, quite unable to stop.

“I see you are similarly dressed - do you like walking in the rain? Is your coat SBR and are you with anyone?” Selena was appalled at her utterances but they just came tumbling out. “I’m so sorry,” she finally managed to say, “you must think I’m quite mad!”

Their eyes met again and again, they stayed fixed for a moment too long. It was obvious that they were both interested in each other. Next they both burst out laughing like a couple of young lovers. He moved slightly to bring himself immediately in front of her and clasped her arms at the wrists.

“How wonderful to meet like this,” she heard him say, “do let’s walk together and continue our browsing. I should love to buy you a coffee later.” Selena knew instinctively that this figure was someone she could relate to. She was excited and wanted to know more. The fact that he wore a mackintosh and sou’wester almost exactly like hers was both exciting and intriguing. She noticed he had the neck strap tight and buckled up.

As they walked along, both now silent for a moment, he introduced himself to her. “I’m James; an architect; divorced and live locally. I’m not with anyone. But tell me about yourself, I’m fascinated by you - you have a beautiful posture and look quite divine in your SBR, it is SBR isn’t it?” He went on, “Your eyes are lovely, a cool grey which reflects this weather. Now do tell me more.”

Selena told James that she was a theatrical designer, was single and was between relationships. She went on, “My last partner thought I was too adventurous, too avant garde, you see I am rather unconventional and he was unable to cope with me. He thought my likings for walking in the rain were strange. I thought his obsession for golf was frankly boring, so we just drifted apart.”

As they walked and talked it was obvious that they were both fascinated with the other. James took Selena’s arm in his and they continued chatting away lost in mutual admiration. Little browsing took place but they did get to know each other the better. It came on to rain quite heavily and bedraggled people drifted away leaving a few stalwarts to brave the inclement weather. James and Selena noted this process and congratulated each other on their choice of rainwear.

James stopped at one juncture and faced Selena; he held both of her gloved hands in his and spoke in his soft voice, “I like the way you have tightened the strap at your waist and neck, this donates a keenness to be tight and tidy. You look the perfect figure you have a very narrow waist I must say, I love slim waists.”

He abruptly changed the subject, he went on. “You’re not cold I hope. We really must grab a coffee but I see that we have lost time somehow and the café I’d planned to take you to is now closed, see the window board. May I invite you back to my place for a coffee and perhaps a bite to eat?”

Selena jumped at the idea, knowing instinctively that she trusted the tall stranger. His smouldering eyes and attentiveness disarmed her of any worries. “I’d love to share a coffee with you. I’ve got nothing planned anyway.”

Arm in arm they walked to James car. Selena was fascinated by James and wanted very much to get to know him better. He was equally eager to know her better and especially why she was alone and not with a line of suitors following her. After all she looked quite superb dressed as she was and this was the initial reason for James interest in the mysterious mackintoshed lady. However, he had been quite bowled over by his meeting with Selena, she was it seemed to him everything he had always looked for. Could she be the lady of his dreams? Could he be the man of hers?  

They got back to James car, a sleek black TVR two-seater sports. She was about to remove her mackintosh but James would have none of it. “I’m going to wear mine; it’s only a few drops of water on the seats they will soon dry. I want to see you properly dressed sitting beside me, please don’t remove your sou’wester or gloves. There’s a short walk from the garage to my flat.”

It only took a few minutes to drive to his flat. The garage was underground. They were soon out of the car and walking towards a lift which would take them to the top flat. As an architect James had designed the block as well as his own penthouse suite which he was particularly pleased with. It had many interesting features, but more of that anon.

Once in the lift Selena stood quietly, for a brief moment lost in a waking day dream. Here she was warm, aware of the slight aroma of rubber rising which, for a moment, led her to randomly dream of what might be. James was watching her intently, studying her lovely face, in part shrouded by the full sou’wester which she wore. For Selena her thoughts were racing onto fantasies - her lover - standing behind her tightening her corset whilst kissing the back of her naked neck. She knew the next item of clothing put on would be her SBR which would be equally tightened to maximum. Oh for the mysterious perfect lover.

Selena, now lost in a world of her own making for what could have been no more than a matter of thirty seconds, was startled from her reveries by the sensation of warm breath blowing down her neck. James had moved close behind her and had managed somehow to move her high collar and deep drape of her sou’wester all the time blowing warm breath down her neck in exactly the same manner as Selena had been day dreaming about. She turned instinctively to clasp her hands around James neck. Their eyes met again for a long moment. The next instant they were searching out each others lips. The kiss was long, deep and tender.

All the while the lift had been travelling upwards. They were unaware of it stopping, but the door bursting back had Selena pulling away from James as if what she had done was quite clearly against the rules and she was in fear of being caught by someone in authority. Of course there was no-one there because this was a private lift solely for James use. Selena had been unaware of this but was now aware of the situation. She blushed as she thought of her naiveté.

James reassuring voice spoke. “Selena, please don’t worry what we did was not against the law, in fact let me hold you closely in my arms and kiss you again, you have lovely soft welcoming lips, come here before I explode.” 

He hugged her in his strong arms whilst for her part Selena flung her arms around his neck. There they stood lost in mutual delight, both still tightly mackintoshed but both excited far more than they would normally be. The essential magic of a secret longing had begun. The second kiss continued the building of the initial tension. The warm caress of lips; the delicate flicking of tongues; the sweet taste of each other combined with the unique body perfume which each had, and which was erotically enhanced by the subtle smell of rubber. The crackle of their mackintoshes as they strove to press eager bodies to each other, all played an important part. When they parted the kiss they were both breathless and excited beyond imagination. Their eyes met again and they both understood that this relationship was to be special. The next instant they both laughed again.

“I can’t believe my incredible luck,” gasped James, “I found you quite by accident, I wasn’t looking, only browsing but I found somebody to share my life for a while. Please do come in and let me take your wonderful mackintosh, although I must say I prefer seeing it on you, you are just lovely in it; it sets you off so well; your slim body, your lovely grey eyes and your beautiful face. Now let’s make that coffee I promised you, do come into the kitchen.”

He continued, “If I weren’t the perfect gentleman I should now be ushering you into one of my bedrooms to complete my quest but, that would be quite inappropriate. For a start, Selena, I hold you in far higher esteem than that and secondly, for me, I want to get to know you well. I perceive you as special and clearly you are. The process of learning all about you will be, I suspect, a lengthy one.”

Here he looked again into Selena’s grey eyes, she returned his steady gaze for a time before averting her eyes downwards.

“James, I know I am entranced by you and I want to tell you all about myself as well as listening to all your experiences.”

James returned from the kitchen. “Ah coffee’s ready, now come on let’s remove our mackintoshes; I’ll hang them up.”

They moved through into the spacious sitting room area. The first thing that struck Selena was the wonderful panorama displayed before her. She could see clear out over the London city-scape and on into the distance where old Father Thames could be seen meandering its way towards the distant sea. Curtains of rain fell to confirm a depressing day. Normally wet roofs shine but there was not enough light to effect this.

Her eyes were averted by one of the many pictures which graced the walls. It was a Bob Carlos Clark and she immediately recognised it as such. It showed a shapely lady in tightly laced corset and latex gloves sitting placidly. Selena commented about it being one of her favourite pictures. James heart skipped a beat at this information. The fact that the delightful Selena had been wearing an SBR combined with her words of appreciation meant that James now clearly put two and two together to arrive at four!

He was certain that this lady was special, her openness and honesty was quite infectious. James mind was now racing. Clearly he had to make a decision as to whether he told Selena all about his special interest and perhaps risk rejection, or to tread carefully, cautiously, and let things develop. The decision was easy; he would wait until he knew Selena better. The fact that she was so open meant that if he steered the conversation in the right direction he would find out soon enough if she was unconsciously ready for a new bizarre adventure or was not really interested beyond the superficial enjoyment of a sexual liaison.  

James turned to look at her admiringly and they continued their conversation as they drank their coffee. James asked why the picture was one of Salinas’s favourites.

“Since I was about fourteen I have had a fantasy about tight corseting, in fact I now enjoy wearing the one I’m wearing now, that’s why I have a very slim waist. Do you like them too?” asked Selena looking James in the eye.

“Do I like them? I’m fascinated by them, the combination of an unnaturally slim waist combined with the psychological implications - part of the body being under control – excites me no end. You could say I’m addicted to the idea. I must say the thought did cross my mind that you were wearing one when I saw your lovely slim waist. Now I know,” he continued, “I’m both excited and intrigued so do tell me more.”

As this Selena began telling James of her delight and desire and why she had chosen her SBR this morning rather than another of her mackintoshes. It was clear to James that Selena had erotic potential, essentially unrealised, which if handled correctly could lead onto an exciting future. As they talked about themselves, they both became fascinated by the other and were eager to both disclose more about themselves. Of course James had travelled this way before and was aware of the hidden unconscious desire of such women. They needed that special someone to release their inhibitions; to unlock their potential. He smiled inwardly at the word ‘unlock’. It was strange he mused that to ‘unlock’ he needed to lock the trainee into a way of life. This involved keeping them under lock and key control thereby allowing them progressive freedom from any former preconceived ideas as to what sexuality was about.

“So you see,” continued Selena with growing enthusiasm, “my SBR is special because it completes one of my fantasies about being protected from the elements. I know SBR is special because when a young girl my Dad wore one when riding his motorcycle; my Mother also had one. I always envied them their special coats, whilst I had only my single texture rubber lined Mac. I was always fascinated by the shine of theirs and the way they wore them always belted, buttoned up tight with chin strap tight. They would cling to each other so sexily on their motorbike. I was always excited by the sight of them setting off, I vowed then to get myself one day. I used to fantasise about dressing up in one and riding at high speed completely protected from the elements. Do you know I have always loved to don wellingtons and raincoat and splash my way through puddles. Even today I get a real kick from doing it.”

Selena realised that she was revealing more of herself than she had intended and felt rather silly. She went on – “You must think I’m mad; please forget whet I’ve said, put it down to my fascination with you."

“On the contrary,” James returned, “my experiences are similar to yours, in as much as I love wearing proper mackintoshes even though as a young boy I was made to wear one and hated it intensely. However, the seeds were sown and I found myself actually wanting to experience the unique sensation wearing one brings. Now I’m addicted to wearing mine and do so on every occasion possible. The feeling of being protected from the elements is special. Now,” he continued, “come here, sit down beside me and let me kiss you. Let’s celebrate that we both have similar interests and are, I suppose you would ay, eccentric!”

Selena rose from the leather chair she was sitting in and moved towards James. Her eyes were quite misty. She knew now that she had found a special ‘friend’. Her breathing was shallow, her heartbeat quickened. She moved, eagerly to confront James, but instead of sitting down beside him, she stood quite still for a moment looking down into her new found friends upturned face. Then in one complete movement she was kneeling at his feet, both hands on his thighs and moving forward to receive a full kiss from her man. Their lips met warm interesting and sensuous. They were lost in each others embrace. It was as if they were immediately at one together, relaxed, comfortable but terribly excited. Deep satisfying sighs left their entwined bodies as they sought to come together, each knowing that this was the start of something special. Yet, instinctively unconsciously aware already that time didn’t matter, the long wait had brought a potential for deep satisfaction.

The next moment, emotions had completely overcome Selena and she was urging James to take her now. She was flushed; moisture on her forehead told the story. She was fully sexually aroused and wanted to a point of deep need; almost an ache, to make love; to couple to abandon herself in the thrilling sexual imperative of physical release, to feel the deep satisfaction of the physical joining together. 

James equally aroused by the experience, lifted Selena to her feet, not a moment releasing the kiss. They stood embracing, James completely taken by Selena. She clung to him the more, lost in a wonderland of feelings. She knew now beyond question that this was the man of her dreams. Flashing glimpses of endless fantasies spun around her head. James had released some pent-up force which Selena had been guarding for the right prince to release. Now, she needed to taste the joy of fulfilment, to drink deeply from that source of cool spring water, to quench an unconscious desire now made conscious by James. Still coupled in that long kiss, James lifted Selena in his strong arms and carried her towards his bedroom. Selena, eyes closed, knew she was being taken to his bed. There was a certainty in her knowledge, she was to be taken, coupled, and completed by this wonderful man.

She did not see the latex sheets on his bed. She did not see the erotica, the plain deep red walls or the black deep piled carpet. She did not see the mirrors, the set of fetters, and the dumb waiter in the shape of a serving wench. In fact, she saw only the endless stream of highly erotic images which continued to stream though her minds eye. But she did feel the many sensations which raised her libido to a fever pitch. Now she desired to feel James enter her very soul. She had never been so sexually excited in all her years. It was as if a veil had been suddenly lifted from her eyes, from her soul and allowed her to experience all those repressed desires. Selena knew that release was coming, a growing mounting passion seeded like a storm by some hidden trigger, which once released, unleashed the full vigour of the maelstrom.

She was gently set standing in his bedroom with the instruction “keep your eyes shut.” There was no need for such instruction as Selena was deeply passionate and romantic to boot. With eyes tightly shut, she felt herself being undressed, right down to her corset, her latex pants were removed to reveal a beautiful trimmed pubic area. Both now naked, apart from Selenas corset, she was gently picked up again in strong arms and with them gently lowered onto the latex sheet. She knew instinctively that she had been received by a special material.

She was too near to climax to be any thing but momentarily aware. However, her body, her mind knew the implicit message. The unexpected sensation of the latex caress drove her relentlessly onwards to her urgent quest for release. The next instant James slid deeply into her cleft. Firmness and strength touched her, ignited her towards a growing crescendo of abandonment. Now lost beyond the point of return, Selena felt herself overcome with desire. She gave full vent to a shattering climax. And unspeakable delightful sensation came throbbing upwards from an unconsciously deep level. her vaginal muscles opened closed, opened closed, clenched, unclenched in rapid orgasmic cycles as her desire to hold firm onto James implanted member gave way to an uncontrollable need to feel herself entered, embedded and fulfilled.

Clinging together as though they wanted to engage in a symbiotic union; now both lost in their desire. An ecstatic scream would have issued from her open mouth, but nothing came for a second or two then, all was lost. Selena gasped in joy. A deep throated gag which hung in the air for a moment, then a series of unutterably delightful releases which communicated joy at a deep wordless level left Selena’s open mouth. Selenas release gave way to James climax. He felt overpowered by emotions which Selenas climax had released and cried out as he let himself go and came to his own climax.

In their joint celebration of desire they were now at one together; bodies linked as one, limbs entangled, cling together lost to all cares, but joyful having found each other.

For a timeless moment they lay together after their mutual release. The warmth of their bodies creating its own perfume, mixed together with heady aroma of the latex. They were both lost for words, yet both knew that they had cemented a chance meeting together. They were now tied together, a consensual relationship in which they both wanted the continuation and exploration of each other and their special interest.

For Selena, now breathless from her exertions, as well as the added constriction of her corset, knew she was excited beyond anything that she had ever experienced before. She was still very much aroused, and her unfulfilled desire built up over the years had found true release, yet was not satisfied with one orgasm. She was unknown to her consciousness, now focused, and indeed hooked, on her new lover.

They laid quietly in stillness enfolded together, each unable to voice the pleasure or the secret they both now shared. It was James who spoke first, but not until he had sought out Selenas moist lips and had exchanged a deep kiss.  He held Selenas head in his hands, palms against her flushed cheeks, and looked deep into her slate grey eyes. They were both searching for words to express their joy but the meeting of eyes told all. They both gazed into each others eyes seeking to understand; to see more clearly what was hidden deep within each other.

James at last spoke, “You should be locked up in a cage, you are too precious to be let loose. Why Selena you are quite exquisite. You excite me beyond belief, I know you are so very special and I sense you are like me in may respects or I am like you – you sensuous lady.”   

Selena rolled onto her side spread her legs wide, arched her back and returned in a dark husky voice – “I have never experienced anything quite like that – you certainly know how to treat a lady, and yes, I should love to be locked up by you in a cage, so we could continue to make love.  You sexy man!  How did you know I liked latex sheets?  In fact I’m incredibly turned on by them.  I have a set of my own which I love sliding between, they are so exciting, and the aroma overwhelms me.  You obviously have the same feelings.  Do you have other latex wear?” Here she added, “ I have a lovely cat-suit which I wear when ever I can, but have felt odd and isolated because I have never met another person who really gets a ‘kick’ from wearing and using of rubber, only others who are followers of fashion for fashions sake.  Now I have found you and you obviously know all about the scene and are very much into it.  Do tell me more, at once, I am bursting to know more”.

James continued, “You gather correctly that I’m very much into the scene.  By that I mean I’ve been enjoying wearing latex for some years now and know just about all there is to know about it.  Indeed, I’m very much into constraint, the wearing of tight apparel; your corset, for example and your tightly belted mackintosh all turn me on enormously. You see, I’m addicted to latex or as I term it, my “special material” I’ve enjoyed all things rubber since my first sexual awaking all those years ago. Now, latex, rubber and any shiny material, including polyurethane, SBR, leather and plastic are all exciting materials to me.”

Selena lay back in the strong arms of James and took in the words and detail of James’s bedroom.  Her eyes darted from one erotic image to the next.  She felt secure and excited by all that had happened and eager to know more about this special man. Gazing deeply into each others eyes they were both eager to know more about each others likes and dislikes.  They lay entwined together for some time; the light gradually fading as the heavens continued to celebrate their coming together with wave upon wave of rain.

It was James who made the first move from the bed.  He rose naked and excused himself.  Selena couldn’t take her eyes off his well proportioned figure and tight muscular buttocks as he disappeared into the en-suite bathroom.  She lay back in the warm sheets glorifying in the sensuous kiss of latex and the special erotic fragrance of the sheets.  She stretched, yawned and reflected on the chances of their meeting only a few hours ago.  She knew she had met Mr Special even though she hardly knew James, her feminine instinct told her quite clearly that this was a kindred spirit, indeed her lifelong partner.  It was a sixth sense which many females possess and which few men are gifted with. 

Selena thoughts were interrupted by James’s returning and the invite to share tea or coffee together in the living room whilst they continued their chat.  James offered Selena a latex dressing gown which she readily accepted and got a buzz from the cool silky latex as she pulled the gown tightly around herself before tying the belt.  James pulled on latex pants and arm in arm they moved into the living room. He disappeared to make a pot of freshly ground coffee. 

Selena curled up on the leather sofa like a cat who had found a bowl of cream.  She gazed out onto the rapidly darkening sky; the first twinkle of lights piercing the gloom.  She so enjoyed these days, indeed she eagerly looked forward to wet days so she could dress up properly and enjoy the wetting process knowing she was utterly protected from the elements in her beloved SBR or indeed any of the many mackintoshes she had hanging up in her  closet waiting for just  such a day.  She knew now, with certainty that she would no longer walk alone on such days. A tingle of excitement caused a quickening of her pulse.  She wriggled down into her seat, her corset tight, reminding her of her delight in its constricting embrace.  She had worn it since early morning and would continue until she eventually returned to her own bed.

Her thoughts were interrupted by.  “Do you take sugar?”  James had returned from the kitchen.  “You know I shall have to learn all about you, your likes, your interests where you live, work, friends in fact everything about you.  I know it will take time, but feel we have the rest of our lives to do that, it’s a strange,”  he went on, as he poured out the coffee,” but in many respects I feel as if I’ve already known you because in my fantasies I’ve dreamt about someone like you .  Today, I’ve met the lady of my dreams. You have a lovely figure, long dark hair and smouldering eyes. Your lips are soft warm and eager, your taste, when I kiss you, is sweet.  I can tell you I’m hooked on you already, yet we’ve only known each other for a short time.” At that he lent forward and gently planted a kiss on Selena’s forehead.  Sitting together they talked about there central interests and how they both became first interested in rubber and latex.

James was in his late 30’s had a good circle of friends, many whom shared his interest.  He had been married before. It had ended in mutual separation and subsequently divorce. There were no children.  He had been single for five years, had had various lady friends, but none who had a love of latex in their own right.  They enjoyed the experience they had with James but none of the liaisons had been long term.  Having enjoyed sharing latex with his first wife he knew in his heart of hearts that only another special female who had discovered the joys of latex in her own way and was addicted to it in her own right would potentially be the life long partner he long for.

Selena, lounging comfortably head in James’s lap, listened intently; with each revelation she became increasingly excited to the point of “aching” for James’s physical attentions.  She was so very moist.  Yet although they caressed as they talked they delighted in hearing about each other in a mutual exchange of trust.

Eventually, time interceded.  The hours had passed all too quickly and it was very late in the evening.  Neither of them wanted to part but the realities of life made a natural close to the first meeting.  Both would have loved to spend the night together but Selena had work on the morrow and there were documents at her flat which were needed first thing in the morning.

Chapter 2: The Letter

Selena arrived back at her flat dressed as she had left in the morning. Her SBR tightly belted, her heart beating wildly. James had dropped her off, first making sure she arrived safely at her flat door. The lingering kiss had quickened her pulse. She entered her flat and moved dreamily through the hall to her bedroom. There she walked over to the full length mirror and stared at her image, eyes misted over as the reflected highlights of her mackintosh gleamed back at her.

Slowly, she removed her SBR, and other clothing then her corset. Now naked for the first time since arising, she was now lost in thought. She had met her special man and knew deep down that this was what she had longed for since her first sexual awakenings. She showered then climbed into bed for the second time that day.

After a short time lying on her back quietly mulling over the amazing developments of the day she resolved to begin as she hoped things would develop; she jumped out of bed and went to her chest of drawers and got out her black latex sheets. In no time she was slipping sinuously between the cool latex; within moments she was fast asleep. She awoke to the din of her alarm clock insistently declaring that it was time to begin a week of work. She snuggled down in her warm cocoon reluctant to leave.

Her thoughts were of James and yesterday. Was it just a delicious erotic dream? And was she still alone waiting for Mr Right to come along. No! Her heart skipped a beat it was real, but still an anxiety remained. Was this just a flash in the pan? Would James feel threatened by her openness, and retreat? She needn’t have worried. The ‘phone rang and it was James inquiring if she had slept well, and would it be too much to ask if she could meet up for lunch? He hoped she had slept well between latex sheets; she affirmed that she had.

Now Selena had an aim for the day. She would meet up with her new friend. The age old question arose in her mind; what can I wear? The answer came quite naturally, my SBR and black latex pants and of course her ubiquitous corset.

Stepping out to walk the short distance to the tube she was glad that the weather still looked grey and the forecast had predicted heavy showers for the afternoon. The morning was busy for Selena. Many of her friends at her workplace asked of her week-end. Selena’s smile together with her glistening eyes told the tale. Comments about the awful weather fell on deaf ears. Rain was her special friend it went together with shiny black rubber and protection. SBR needed rain to shine, to do its allotted task. One of her close friends noted the signals, but said nothing; “all in good time” were her thoughts.

Eventually the morning session ended and with quickening pulse Selena got ready. Already quite moist within her latex panted body from her musings at odd moments, she now paid special attention to freshening her bright red lipstick and eye shadow. The belt on her SBR pulled one notch tighter than normal she was ready to meet her knight at the restaurant chosen by him. She chose to walk the short distance, it gave her a chance to compose herself as well, as giving her the opportunity to catch a sideways glance at her reflection in the shop windows as she passed by.

James was waiting for her similarly dressed. They came together smiling faces and eyes. On kissing a small electrical frisson moved between them.

“Selena, you are real! I’ve been waiting to have the image of you yesterday replaced by the reality this morning. My fear was you were just a figment of my imagination; the heady meeting of yesterday a fleeting image. Now I see you really are real and best of all properly dressed. You know I am as excited as hell by your presence, dressed as you are.”

“Oh James you really are my knight in shining armour, you look so handsome in your SBR the image makes me swoon,” purred Selena as she threw her arms around James neck and gave him another kiss. All self consciousness now evaporated.

“Come my mysterious lady join me now in the restaurant” James often dined here and was greeted by the maitre-de who took their coats after escorting them to a secluded table. Crisp linen, together with crystal glasses were noted and appreciated by Selena. Once seated, she squirmed as James lent across the table and whispered in her ear, “I’m wearing full latex suit under my street clothes in honour, of you, and for you.” Selena confided in James that she was wearing latex pants and had been so excited about the meeting.

Over lunch they discussed how they would spend precious free time together. Plans for long walks in the country properly dressed, of course. James revealed to Selena that he enjoyed motorcycling and indeed had two bikes, one a grand tourer, the other an out and out sports bike, which he loved to ride, both for the pleasure of riding powerful bikes and secondly for the joy of dressing up properly protected from the elements. Riding in the rain meant proper waterproof clothing and special care and smoothness to avoid spills. The combined excitement of being sealed in protective clothing and riding a powerful bike gave him a special buzz.

Selena for her part was both fascinated and excited by the prospect. “Please let me dress totally in latex then booted, gloved and helmeted set forth on the back of your powerful bike, clinging tightly to your broad back. Two as one united in a common cause! Please, please tell me when we can do just that?” pleaded Selena.

As the meal progressed they both learnt more about each other, but the hour passed oh so quickly and in no time they were both out on the street. During the lunch it had grown darker and a heavy shower had developed. James walked Selena back through the rain; a couple properly dressed delighting in each others company. A lot of bedraggled people, heads down, were busying about. James was away on business for the rest of the week, but indicated that he might be able to return on the Thursday evening if all went well. They arranged to speak on the ‘phone each evening and made plans for a weekend together.

As they kissed goodbye, James pressed an envelope into Selena’s gloved hand. “Wait until you are home this evening before you open it,” he said and was at once a receding figure in the lunch hour crowd. Selena looked first at James’s SBR dressed figure then as he disappeared from sight down at the white envelop with a single word ”Selena” written in italic. She shuddered, took a deep breath and thrust the envelope into her mackintosh pocket.

James returned to his office hung up his SBR and smiled to himself as he sat down at his desk. He had enjoyed the lunch and Selena’s company, especially the fact that she wore the same mackintosh as yesterday as well as surprising him by wearing latex pants. He was relaxed in his latex suit and decided to keep it on for the rest of the afternoon. He would need to be away mid evening, but in the mean time he needed to sort out various papers, plans and the like.

This completed he moved from his desk to an easy chair and sat quietly contemplating what had happened over the last 24 hours. The caress of latex combined with the sweet smell put him into a warm reflective mood. Clearly, he had found someone very special who enjoyed latex just as much as he. He considered the exciting possibilities of their relationship. He knew instinctively that Selena was a lady who had all the potential to accompany him on his quest. She had, he reasoned, come to the enjoyment of her fetishistic nature in her own way. She habitually wore a corset and on her own admission found sexual delight in being dressed in latex.

All he had to do now was to guide her towards full sexual enlightenment and the joys of being a kept lady. He resolved to take the first step in their relationship by buying her a properly constructed latex corset. made by a master craftsman for a Master to give to his potential slave. James stood up, stretched and went of to divest himself of his latex suit. He had work to complete; if all went well he would be back on Thursday. Putting Selena out of his mind, he prepared to leave.

Unlocking the door to her flat Selena felt both tired and excited at the same time. She was looking forward to opening the letter, but first she needed to answer a call of nature. Divesting herself of her latex pants she was thoroughly wet and if truth were told, was also quite excited. The wearing of pants was a normal daily routine for her, but today the significance was highlighted by her knight telling her of his wearing of the magic material. She sensed at the time a mutual desire to be different. She stripped off her remaining clothes and took a shower, made herself a coffee, listened to the answer phone then sat in a comfy chair with a towelling gown wrapped around her. In her hand she held the envelope. Before opening it she tried to guess what could be in it. Was it a thank you letter about yesterday; A note to keep in contact whilst James was away; or what?

Opening the envelope she saw there was another smaller envelope together with a single sheet of A4. A clear bold hand in italic writing was presented to her dark eyes. It read:

Dearest Selena,
You have quite enchanted me with your lovely ways and beauty yesterday, when we met a long held dream was realised. Now, as I sit writing this in the early morning quiet I instinctively know that we both share the same delights. I am certain in my perceptions and now propose that before you open the second envelope, you prepare yourself properly, so you may enjoy fully the message contained. Therefore I command you to dress carefully in your black latex suit. It should be shiny without a trace of talc before you sit to read the second letter.
James.

As Selena read the words to herself she could hear James’s soft brown voice speaking. She read the message, excited by the compliments and flattered with the message, but particularly with the word ‘command’ which set her pulse racing. He was her knight to command her and she would gladly obey.

Rising from her chair, she went to her bedroom and got out her latex suit. She talc-ed the suit and thrilled to the old familiar kiss of latex. Finally she pulled up the back zip and stretched, luxuriating in the all confining caress of her suit. A wipe down with a damp flannel then a careful polish and a final check in the mirror; after all she was under the command of her knight.

Returning to the sitting room, she sat comfortably and began opening the second letter. It read:

Dearest Selena,
You will be wondering what I have written in this letter no doubt. All will be revealed shortly, but first, I must spare a moment to congratulate you on doing as instructed. You will now be reading this dressed from neck to toe in your black latex suit. I can just imagine you sitting curled up in one of your easy chairs, your lovely sinuous body encased in our ‘magic’ material. I like you, no doubt, are very excited by the knowledge that we both share the same interest. I shall be thinking of you this evening and shall, if time allows, ‘phone you, if not, it will be a great disappointment to me and I will e-mail you; thank you for giving me details. Now, to the purpose of this letter:
I know we shall be together over the week- end and I can tell you I long to see your beautiful face and lithe body. I shall kiss and hold you in my strong arms when we first meet. Until then, and I know it will seem to me, an unreasonably long time with the hours passing as days. Yet I know realistically that Friday evening will eventually arrive. Then we can spend more time getting to know each other. Although I feel we have known each other for ever. It’s funny, isn’t it how when you meet up with a kindred spirit you are at one with them and it is as if you have known each other for ever?
I have planned a special week-end which I hope will excite and give mutual pleasure to us both of us. But feel there are various things for you to do prior to our meeting. You have expressed a desire to ride with me properly protected. I shall be delighted to join with you to do just that. You will therefore, my lovely lady, need to buy one or two items which I know we shall use over the coming months and hopefully years. Before Friday you must get yourself a motorcycle helmet in shiny black. Get a full face, with tinted visor, this will allow you to see clearly, but will obscure your lovely face from the outside. I’m sure you will have endless pairs of rubber boots; you will need to sort out a pair. The ones you were wearing when we met on Sunday should be ideal; I liked the high shine on them! I shall provide you with a black shiny over suit it’s not rubber but second best. It is vinyl on a nylon base. I’m sure you will look lovely in it. It’s one of my collections but although it might be somewhat on the big side, I’ve no doubt you will look stunning in it.’

Selena squirmed at the thought of this adventure and desperately wanted to throw her arms around James’s neck and make mad passionate love. She was roused, moist in her latex suit. The letter continued:

‘We might be able to spend Thursday night together if only I can get away. I’m not at all sure, but will do my best. However I shall pick you up on Friday evening at 7.30pm. I shall be bringing my touring bike. You will need to pack only a few items as the panniers don’t hold much. I shall not tell you where we are going as I want this to be a surprise!
Now, my Selena, I have other matters which I want to speak to you about but they can wait until the weekend. Until then, I think it appropriate, don’t you for me to command you to complete a number of tasks which I’m sure you will enjoy! Firstly, I want you to remain in your suit until bed time; hopefully we shall have spoken by then. Secondly, I want you to wear your corset each day from the moment you get up until you go to bed. You tell me you wear latex pants, so of course you must continue to do so.
I long for the moment when I can be with you again; until then, keep warm my love.
James.

Selena was now fully aroused, her dreams were coming true and she needed physical release now! But something in the back of her mind said no, wait. She got up, stretched closed her eyes and pictured herself clinging to her lovers back as they sped through the countryside. Two black mysterious figures riding as one.

Selena had eaten, but with not much appetite, kept willing the phone to ring, but like a watched kettle it didn’t. She checked her internet message box and there were none. Still there was work to be done and she set about planning how she would spend the time prior to her week end adventure.

Eventually just as she had given up hope of receiving anything from James the ‘phone rang. She raced to it heart beating wildly, but it was only a friend confirming their meeting the following evening. Selena was crestfallen. “Oh James please ‘phone me I ache to hear your voice” she intoned to the ether. It was now 11pm and she was ready for bed yet she had no desire to go to her lonely bed. 11,30pm then I’ll go she told herself. With that the phone ran and it was James.

“Hello Selena, I’m so sorry about the late hour but it’s been all go until now. Now, lady of my dreams how are you? I’ve been thinking of you whenever I’ve had a moment. I’m missing you; didn’t we have lovely time yesterday? I keep going over the whole day, especially our love making and out chat over the evening.”

“Oh yes, I’m so very excited!” Gasped Selena; a jumble of words spilling from her pretty mouth, “I’ve thought of nothing else but you, I’ve read and reread your letters, thanks for giving me a purpose for wearing my suit. I’m in it now. Oh James I long for your touch, I can’t wait until Friday, please, oh please, return on Thursday!”

Selena’s thoughts tumbled out of, her heart speaking, her latex suited body yearning for the touch of her man, her mind racing, her very being seeking a return to the intense excitement of their last meeting.

“Yes, lovely Selena, I think I know just how you feel; but wait you must, our meeting will be the better for it. Now as I can’t be with you tonight and you obviously enjoy the prospect of being under my command,” James chose his words carefully. “I think you need a reward for doing as instructed, don’t you?”

At the words ‘under my command’ Selena’s excitement was raised even further. She gasped involuntarily, but could only continue to let words tumble from her. “Oh yes please, my knight, please reward me, please,” she gasped.

“Well Selena, as we can’t physically be together tonight I think it would be fitting, don’t you? If you were to retire to bed once we have finished talking and there, dressed as you are now, but between latex sheets you will take ‘pleasure’. By that I mean you will use your vibrator, which I know you have, to bring yourself to an orgasm thinking about the love making we enjoyed on Sunday.”

Selena nearly swooned at the instruction. “Oh darling James, I can’t think of anything I would rather do just now”, she purred.

It was an hour later that a flushed faced lady took to her bed and enjoyed a shattering pleasure. She knew she was hooked on James, and dare she contemplate the first seeds of love, the real thing, not the youthful infatuation which she had enjoyed as she grew up. Exhausted by the excitement of the day Selena drifted of to sleep still clad in her latex suit, comfortable between latex sheets. She had intended to strip once she had taken ‘pleasure’ but tiredness had overtaken her.

The next day, during her lunch hour Selena visited a number of motor cycle dealers and looked at helmets. The experience of trying them on had excited her. The close fit and enclosure together with the knowledge that she would be wearing one with her lover at the weekend added to the thrill. The one she bought was shiny black with padded leather inside it. It was expensive, but she treated herself. She liked the tinted visor when she saw her reflection in the mirror. It was strange and a little exciting to look out at her reflection but see a glossy faceless globe without any sign of the wearer’s identity. She looked forward to seeing how she would look when fully dressed in the over suit. She was quite breathless. The sales man noting it put it down to slight claustrophobia on the part of the tall elegant woman. He commented on her SBR saying it what a sensible coat it was for motorcycling. Selena paid and was soon back at work.

When she got home she checked her mail, answer phone and e-mail. She was delighted to receive an e-mail from James saying just how much he had enjoyed talking to her last night and was hopeful she had found herself a motorcycle helmet. Selena busied herself prepared something to eat and made a number of phone calls, and then it was all done.

She came out of the shower naked her naturally trim waist reduced by the corseting which she so enjoyed. She resolved to re-read James’s letter again before preparing herself for the evening. She pulled on her towelling gown and moved to her favourite chair. There she re-read the letter. Each time she got to the word, ‘command’ she felt a tingle race through her body. Her knight had power over her; she welcomed the idea, delighting in the thought of being directed by her lover, powerless to do otherwise. It had been a long held fantasy for her in her day dreams and the odd sexual dream at night. She had fantasised about being controlled, overpowered by a nameless person. Now she had met a kindred spirit, who used the highly significant word openly. Selena was mesmerised like a moth in a candle flame.

She finished reading James’s letter then went to her bedroom and put on her corset lacing it extra tight and delighting in the constriction. Then she changed into her latex suit. She found her rubber riding boots and polished these to a high shine before pulling them on. Now with slightly trembling hands she got out the new motorcycle helmet. She held it in her hands; starbursts of reflected light from it. She liked the idea of being enclosed and protected. Selena pulled her long dark hair into a plait then lifted the new helmet. She had been instructed as to how to put on the helmet in the shop so she felt confident that she could manage it again. She sniffed the rich aroma of the leather as she placed the helmet on to her head. It was a tight fit but she enjoyed the constriction.

Next, she moved over to the full length mirror. The image reflected back to her was quite stunning; a lithe glossy black figure with a glossy black helmet on, an amorphous shape without features, some what alien like. She turned and twisted to catch a better glimpse of herself sideways. She stood stock still just adoring the sight; booted, suited, helmeted Selena loved both the image and the sensation. Next she got her SBR and pulled it on, wrapping it closely to her latexed body. She tightened the skirt straps around her thighs then each button was carefully buttoned up. Wrist straps were buckled tightly then the throat strap was pulled tight. The lancer front of her double breasted SBR was accentuated by the pulling in of her belt. Selena felt so good; she looked at her reflection in the mirror, perfect she thought I’m sure James will be quite taken with my image. She moved her body to get different reflections of herself; admiring each in turn. Then she had a brainwave; Aroused at her dressing and dressed as she was, she set about her task. With her digital camera pictures she moved over to her computer and commenced to compose a reply to her lover.

Dearest James,
Guess what, I’m sitting here writing this e-mail to you dressed in a manner which excites me and I hope you as well. (You need to open the attached ‘photo’s to see just how.) I have a lovely, sexy, glossy black helmet, leather lined. I do love the smell of leather as well. The tinted visor is perfect, it makes me anonymous; I like that! I am dressed from tip of toe to crown of head in black, glossy black, I must look quite strange to anyone coming across me now, yet I know our special interest makes this the norm, and I don’t care who sees me! I feel sooo good. (She purposely let the ‘o’s run on to emphasise just how she felt.) I’ve got on my corset which, as instructed, I’ve worn all day long. I took a shower when I got home but the corset went back on. I dressed in my lovely black latex suit and riding boots. Over this I’m wearing my SBR I felt an overwhelming urge to wear it. So here I am sitting at my computer delighting in the erotic sensation and longing for the week end to come. Dear James, I can’t get your image out of my mind; you are actually here with me, now I want to feel you, your warm breath and strong arms.
I’m planning to pack lightly for the week end as instructed. She enjoyed underlining the words, ‘as instructed.’ Then finished by writing, I’m missing you, your willing woman.
Selena.

She sent the message to James’s laptop which she hoped he would pick up before tomorrow.

Rising from her chair she decided that to complete the outfit she needed black latex gloves. She would buy some tomorrow. She got out a copy of Skin Two and looked up suppliers. ‘yes’ she thought, ‘I’m going to become James’s fantasy come true. I shall become his latex lady. This is something I’ve always wanted but didn’t really have the focus; but now things have changed!’

On Wednesday Selena got herself a pair of black latex gloves, elbow length. She had been fascinated by the whole range of clothing and equipment and had spent quite some time browsing. She was quite self conscious but friendly staff had eased her worries. She kept reminding herself that it really didn’t matter as it was something others enjoyed. After all there were endless adverts for gear and this meant only one thing, there must be others in their thousands out there who enjoyed the delights of rubber!

Wednesday evening James ‘phoned mid evening, but Selena was out with a friend; they had arranged to eat out. It was during the meal that Jane’s friend, the one who had noticed Selena’s misty eyes at work, asked her about her love life. Selena could hardly contain herself and was ready to discuss the new love in her life.

“Oh Jane, I’m so happy, I think I’ve meet Mr Right, I can hardly contain myself. I think I’m falling in love. I know it’s stupid as I’ve only just met him, but I’ve got those special feelings; and she added, I’ve never felt like this before.”

“You lucky thing,” Was all Jane could say? She had known Selena for years and had seen her various relationships develop then end. She had noted that all went well for quite a time, but eventually the relationship petered out with Selena complaining that they were not compatible on certain important points; although she never explained what the stumbling block was. Never-the-less she encouraged Selena.

“Enjoy yourself, but do tell me something about your new lover. I’m jealous as hell, you lucky bitch!” Jane teased.

“Well, he’s tall, over 6ft I can’t bear any of my men being shorter than me. He’s got the softest brown eyes, together with a tight bottom and a rich brown voice.” The two of them went on chatting, with Selena doing most of the talking. It was clear to Jane that her friend was infatuated with her new lover, and yes, her feminine instinct did perceive the deeper undertones of love; she did hope so as Selena was a real catch for the right man. The week end sounded fun; she wished she could meet her own Mr Right. Her present relationship was going along well, but in her heart of hearts she knew it was too ordinary.

Thursday was for Selena a day of mounting excitement. Work passed in a daze of dreams. She couldn’t get out of her mind the images of James, one, dressed in his SBR when they first met and one of him, bare-chested gazing down into her eyes as they made love for the first time. Selena felt a growing physical demand for love making again; she needed the deep penetration which James was a master at. She imagined the long delicious love play leading up to the act. Her lunch time break allowed her to indulge her fantasies. When she returned to the office she was really quite dreamy. Jane noticed the look.

“Don’t worry Selena, only a few hours to go before your knight returns!”

“I’m counting the hours” came the reply.

Leaving work, Selena felt light headed at the prospect of James’s return. Her corset felt good, her latex pants moist from her excitement of a days anticipation and her SBR tightly belted; souwester pulled on and tied under her chin she was eager to commence the adventure. She moved with a lightness of step as she walked to the underground.

Arriving home there was a brief message on the answer phone from James saying he was longing to be with her. He had spent every spare moment thinking of her; the image of her on the Sunday in her SBR and sou’wester, the image of her lying on her back, eyes open, looking deep into his eyes as they made perfect love was pure delight.

Selena’s heart quickened as she at once knew they both shared the same images. In that moment, that unconscious moment, Selena moved one step nearer the realisation of love, like the escapement movement in a clock clicking one notch on. Immediately she felt an overwhelming desire to cry out to her lover, but he was not there; her voice would not be heard; her message of love lost to the cosmic wind. Instead she moved quickly to her computer and typed the following:

James,
Come quickly, I need your gentle touch, I’m wet with desire. I’m yours to play with; come play with me, make love to me with your words, touch and understanding.
Your fantasies are mine! I can’t believe it, we have the same! You in your SBR, you gazing down into my eyes as we made love, Oh James, I can’t wait any longer, I shall wither away like a flower out of water. I need your gentle care!
Until we meet, take care, my love.
Selena.

Still dressed as she had come through the door, Selena now took off her SBR, stripped, showered and waited for a message from her lover.

At 7.25pm James phoned; thanked her for her e-mail and returned all complements to her. He seemed somewhat distant and Selena knew at once that tonight was not to be.

“Darling Selena, I’ve tried every means to finish my commitment today but I’m afraid I just can’t get away. I shall be lucky to finish by midday Friday. You can imagine just how I feel but there is nothing I can do about it. I’m so disappointed, I did so want to surprise you, but there it is.”

“Oh James I shall explode and die! I’m so charged up, I so desire you,” Selena was lost for words. She felt bereft deflated and so disappointed.

“I promise you the week end will make up for the disappointment and it’s only another day. Remember absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Then changing the subject he continued. ”Oh, by the way, don’t forget to pack your SBR!”

“James I will do anything for you, I am yours to command. Just tell me, instruct me, and I will comply!” There was a moment’s pause as James took in the message.

“Well, lovely lady, as I can’t be with you tonight, I think I should instruct you to enjoy yourself with your vibrator. Yes, this will be a challenge for you. I do want you to enjoy yourself, but, and here I emphasise ‘but’ you are not to take ‘pleasure’ you can come right up to the brink but don’t you dare climax! I want you to achieve orgasm with me deep inside you. Do you understand?”

Selena drew in breath. “You spoil sport! I am sure I shall only need to touch myself and I will explode! I am so randy. Just thinking about you, let alone talking to you” she added.

They spent another hour and a half teasing each other before they rang off. The last minute each was trying to say goodbye, yet they seemed unable to make the break. They were like a couple of adolescents.

Selena didn’t feel like eating, so skipped her evening meal. She busied herself packing for the weekend. Her luggage, when finally assembled, would have needed a jumbo sized suitcase! She had to be ruthless. She knew she could only take the essentials, but she kidded herself they were all essential! Eventually by 10.30pm she had reduced the pile to Toilet bag, make up, blouses, tee shirts sweater, ‘fleecy’, jeans, leggings, stockings, stiletto’s, suspender belt, and of course her SBR.

She would wear her latex suit, corset, pants, gloves and riding boots. She was sure she had missed out something, but couldn’t think what. All of this was laid out ready to be packed into the pannier liner which James would supply. An early night would mean she would be fresh for the morrow and it would, hopefully allow her to sleep the passing hours.

Lying between latex sheets, completely naked she was aroused; focussed on her lover. With her trusty vibrator she commenced playing with herself, her nipples harden immediately as she squirmed under the insistent nuzzling of the vibrator. Images of her lover soon had her on the brink of orgasm. ‘Oh for release,’ but she instinctively knew that by waiting she would gain amazing release when the time was right; and anyway she was under strict instructions to ‘play but take no ‘pleasure’. Selena waited heart pumping for her arousal to diminish. She lay quietly in the darkness for some time before she began playing with herself again. Three near ‘pleasures’ and she was aching for James’s touch. Eventually she drifted off to dreams of highly charged sex with her lover; taking nocturnal pleasures deep within the night. Her knight taking her over completely; she was unable to resist his demands.

Awaking after sleeping for some time, she lay half asleep at her most vulnerable thinking about the meeting with her lover on the coming evening. Sleep eventually over took her again and it was the alarm which finally ended her sleep.

Showering she shaved her pubic area, this added sensitivity to her vaginal area and allowed close skin contact when wearing latex pants. Drying herself, she powdered her body pulled on her pants and enjoyed the new sensation of latex clinging closely to her mons and pubic areas. She then proceeded to lace her corset pulling the laces in that little bit tighter than normal. She had done as commanded and worn it each day from the moment she got up to the going to bed at night.

 

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