Latex Prison

She was like prey trapped in a snare, suspended motionless. She was immersed in complete darkness, only her faint breathing echoing in the silence.
Except for hearing, taste, and touch, which were preserved, she was not allowed even the slightest movement. A pleasurable sensation roused her from her slumber, a powerful pressure enveloping her body, as if being caressed by a thousand hands.
As she fully awoke, she felt the fullness of the dildo in her vagina, the anal plug comfortably seated in her rectum.
The protrusions of the device rubbed against her sensitive clitoris and nipples. She tried to wriggle against the intruders, finally trembling as she reached another orgasm.
Suppressed by the gag, she no longer cried out in pleasure. As the orgasm subsided, her breathing gradually calmed, enjoying the satisfaction and relaxation that came with her effort.
Responding to her rising body temperature and rapid breathing, her body's air supply and cooling systems accelerated. The water supply system in her gag also provided cold water, which she drank gratefully, quenching her parched throat. A feeding tube deep inside her body was filling it with warm nutrient solution to sustain her.
With the replenishment of food and water, her body returned to normal, feeling comfortable and calm under the peace of the world. She felt a satisfaction she had never experienced in her long-ago life.
Although her body was bound here, her mind had returned to two years ago, to the beginning of all these events…
Part 1:
She stood at the table, hastily finishing her coffee. She glanced anxiously at her watch; she was late, consciously late. She always liked to be the first to arrive at the company in the morning. She hurriedly grabbed her coat and purse and ran to the door, slamming it shut just as the elevator arrived.
She thought to herself, what a lucky morning. She ran quickly to the lobby, before the elevator doors closed. She let the elevator head towards the parking lot. Her old Subaru stopped ten steps away. Answering her prayer, the car started on the third try and then drove off.
The library was five miles from her apartment, and because of the light morning traffic, she arrived in ten minutes, even with the drizzle. She drove to the staff parking lot, intending to park in her preferred spot. "Good, I want this spot," she thought. "I'm the first one." She locked her unwanted old car and headed for the library's back door. A pile of journals, newspapers, and letters lay there. She opened the door and entered the dimly lit corridor.
After turning on the lights, she went back to take the journals, newspapers, and letters to her office.
This library was a branch of the main one, but it was both modern and welcoming. Her small, cluttered office was located in the central area adjacent to the library. She placed a pile of newspapers on one corner of her desk, intending to sort them later.
She liked being alone in the quiet library at this time. Soon, it would be filled with her colleagues.
But for now, the whole library belonged to her.
Kristen turned on her computer and waited for it to finish setting up her library software and familiar desks. She quickly checked the 15 emails she had accumulated, only two of which needed immediate attention.
As the first person to arrive at the office, she had to go through the corner to the break room to refill the large coffee machine with coffee and hot water. Soon, the aroma of coffee filled the room. With the sound of the back door opening, she knew the break room was about to start working. In 15 minutes, she would open the main door and open the library to the public. Some people were already waiting in the rain; this library was their second home.
She returned to her desk and began sorting and classifying the mail. Ten minutes later, she checked her watch; it was almost 8:30. So she went to the lobby and turned on the main light, filling the room with brightness. She turned towards the heavy door, and sure enough, many familiar faces were waiting for it to open, smiling as they walked towards their familiar corners.
Like any other day, it was a day with only a minor problem with the paper reader. The day flew by, and Kristen hadn't even realized it was closing time. Since she worked at the inaugural library, she didn't need to assist with closing procedures. She grabbed her coat and headed to her car. The pouring rain made her annoyed with her car; she wished she could unlock it remotely.
It took her almost twice as long as her usual commute, but she still arrived at the apartment parking lot before 6:00. She let the elevator take her to the lobby so she could check her mailbox. She was surprised to find an 8x5x1-inch brown cardboard box in her usual mailbox for mail and magazines. She asked herself—had she subscribed to this? Perhaps some kind of sample. The lack of a return address made it a bit unusual.
Kristen turned on the kitchen light, took off her coat, and went to sort through the mail. After dealing with the general mail and discarding junk mail, she finally turned to the mysterious box. She opened it and emptied it onto the dining table.
The contents were a black plastic tote bag with accompanying instructions. Kristen picked up the instructions and read them. "
Dear Kristen, I expect you will like the items in this tote bag. I know you will be surprised, but I hope you will experience them and use them regularly. You will find that keeping your body hair clean will help you enjoy them more."
The last sentence of the instructions piqued Kristen's interest. She poured the items from the bag onto the table, picked up the strange-looking object, and examined it. It was soft and supple, with a translucent flesh color. Kristen picked it up; they were a pair of shorts, but she had never seen shorts like them before.
Inside the shorts were two additional props: one was a seven-inch-long dildo, perhaps an inch and a half in diameter.
The other was smaller and thinner. Kristen was surprised to learn that they were made of rubber.
Kristen, her face contorted with fear and disgust, slammed them on the table and roared, "Who sent me such a disgusting thing? I can't believe I received something like this in a package. I'm going to protest at the post office first thing tomorrow morning!"
Blushing, she stuffed them back into her bag and headed to the kitchen to throw the bag in the trash. The experience of handling them made her slightly flustered, so she decided to treat herself to a drink before making dinner. She downed her good Scotch liquor and felt the warm liquid cool her slightly. She realized how shocked she was and that she needed time to process it.
After dinner, she returned to the living room. She turned on some music to read her magazine and DM. But her mind kept drifting to the disgusting things, making it impossible for her to concentrate. She started wondering who could have played such a silly joke on her, trying to imagine which of her colleagues might be the culprit. Finally, she decided to look at them one more time.
She went back to the kitchen and took them out of the trash. She took the shorts out of the bag and examined them closely.
She noticed that the large dildo had a circular area covered with cone-shaped protrusions, clearly for clitoral stimulation. Kristen couldn't help but think—this was quite interesting. As the thought arose, she wanted to insert the large one into her anus and the small one into her rectum.
Although she was initially disgusted, her desire to try them grew stronger. She walked from the kitchen through the bedroom to the bathroom. She began searching for the K-Y personal lubricant that she had left there for two years.
She took the K-Y back to the bedroom and placed it by the bed. She took off her skirt and threw it on the floor, then removed her cotton underwear. She shivered as the cold air hit her exposed skin.
She sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the shorts, and exposed the dildo. She began to apply a generous amount of lubricant to them.
She smelled them; the slight rubbery scent brought a unique sense of comfort.
She stood up and stepped into her trousers, carefully pulling them across her thighs to avoid getting her vaginal fluid on her legs.
Finally, the tip of the penis lightly touched her labia, and she took a deep breath as she inserted it into her vagina. As the penis pierced through her body and reached her cervix, she let out a long sigh. She truly understood its length and hellish hardness, surpassing all her previous sexual experiences. She hadn't even masturbated for months, but this intruder was arousing her desire. The small bumps on the penis were rubbing against her clitoris, and she knew her genitals would soon be wet.
The second small penis—an anal plug—was still dangling against the side of her buttocks. Kristen had never experienced anal stimulation before; Steve had once used his fingers on her anus, but she wasn't particularly enthusiastic about it.
She tightened her anus and inserted the plug. Aside from the initial slight pain, after her body got used to its presence, she felt quite comfortable and stimulated. She told herself she could get used to it. She looked at herself; the pants clung perfectly and tightly to her waist and hips. She began to move the dildos in her vagina and anus, rubbing them against her clitoris, and they began to work their magic. Now Kristen understood the meaning of that sentence in the instructions—you'll find that cleaning your pubic hair helps you enjoy them more. She
lay on the bed, raised her knees and stretched her legs, her right hand reaching down to her hips and beginning to rub them vigorously.
She then used her left hand to thrust the dildo into her lower body, while her right hand pushed the protrusion of the dildo against her clitoris.
She was completely absorbed in it and reached orgasm within seconds. As the orgasm came, she kept shouting—yes, yes, yes. She quickly experienced three orgasms in succession and fell off the bed, exhausted and sweaty, yet filled with extreme satisfaction.
Kristen whispered—Hi boy. Thank you, my mysterious friend. She lay there for two minutes, letting her breathing calm down. She could feel her wild heartbeat and the adrenaline coursing through her body. When she felt calm enough, she carefully pulled down her pants and enjoyed the sensation of the two dildos slowly sliding out of her body. She soaked the shorts in the sink with warm water and began to wash the obscene dildos.
After satisfying her sexual desires, she felt relaxed and able to return to her reading. But thirty minutes later, her mind was drawn back to the shorts. Who sent them? What should she do with them? She knew that after experiencing the sexual experience they provided, she would soon use them again. Perhaps she could try wearing them to work tomorrow.
It was quite late for an early riser like Kristen, so she forced herself to go to the bathroom, flossing for two minutes and combing her hair, which was slightly soiled from the night's activities. At this point, she noticed one advantage of rubber: the rubber shorts were almost dry. She went to the bedroom, took off her damp underwear, and crawled naked into bed. Her hand unconsciously moved to her crotch and touched the person stroking her. She recalled how wonderful it had been earlier that evening. She couldn't believe she had orgasmed three times in such a short time.
After a brief recollection, she quickly drifted off to sleep.
Part 2:
The next morning, before the alarm rang, Kristen had already woken up after a deep sleep.
She decided to give herself extra time to groom her pubic hair. Because she hadn't done this in a long time, she wasn't sure what the best approach was; her pubic hair was as long and thick as her black hair.
She took the scissors from her sewing kit and sat on the toilet, spreading her legs to expose her genitals. With a careful attitude, she began to trim, strands of black hair falling into the toilet. As her confidence in her trimming grew, her pubic hair was trimmed into short stubble. Her pink labia were alluringly revealed from the now-stubbled pubic hair.
She leaned back, replaced the scissors with a new, sharp-bladed safety razor, applied lubricant to her genitals, and began to clean up the remaining pubic hair. After five minutes of effort, she wiped off the lubricant with a towel. Her genitals were as smooth and proud as a young girl's.
After a period of washing, Kristen took her rubber shorts out of the tap and turned them into the correct position. She took them and the kintamine back to the bedroom. After applying the kintamine, she let them re-enter her body and felt their presence inside her. They felt even better on her cleansed skin than the night before.
For safety, she decided to wear menstrual panties over them and opted for trousers instead of a skirt. Thanks to the library's relaxed dress code, she chose to wear jeans and a turtleneck sweater; the jeans would ensure the dildo was firmly inserted inside her.
After eating breakfast of tortilla chips, toast, and instant coffee, she grabbed her raincoat and headed to work. She looked forward to the new sensations of wearing the new rubber shorts all day, especially since no one knew the secret hidden beneath her ordinary clothes. Wearing something as wicked as rubber shorts while working as if it were any other day always brought a delicious sense of transgression. She began to wish she wouldn't have to talk to anyone at work today.
Aside from the pleasure of sitting in her chair and the vibrations of the car, the commute was no different from usual. She was the first to arrive at the library and carried out her morning routine, as always. As she walked through the library, the dildo inside her moved in and out with each step, the protrusions on it stimulating her clitoris. At ten o'clock, she had to find an excuse to go to the restroom, find the furthest stall, and, making sure no one was around, masturbate to a satisfying orgasm.
She sat on the toilet for a few minutes to calm herself down, then changed out of her cotton underwear over the rubber suit and put on jeans. She felt better and checked herself in the mirror, fixing her hair before returning to work.
She repeated this masturbation several more times throughout the day. She warned herself that she couldn't wear them every day, otherwise the masturbation would be too intense, and her body would be torn apart by the pleasure.
Kristen managed to refrain from wearing them for a few days, but eventually succumbed to her desire and put them on again. For the next two weeks, although she longed to wear them every day, she alternated between regular underwear and them.
At the bookstore, unless she said so herself, everyone only noticed her recent excellent mood and constant smile, never noticing her rubber shorts.
Three weeks after receiving the package, she received almost the same one in her mailbox. The address was the same as before, and Kristen eagerly wondered what she would receive this time.
Ignoring all the other mail, she unhesitatingly tore the package open with her bare hands. Inside was another black handbag with instructions.
The instructions read:
"My dearest Kristen.
I'm so glad you liked my previous gifts. I know you've overcome your initial aversion and started to like them.
I'm sending some things this time to enhance them; please enjoy them."
With anticipation, Kristen emptied the bag and placed it on the counter. It was larger than her original shorts, also made of flesh-colored rubber. She held it up to examine it; it was a rubber corset with bra cups and elastic bands for tightening. It was designed to be long enough to reach her hips. The instructions were correct; it perfectly complemented her current shorts.
Upon further inspection, she noticed numerous rubber protrusions around her nipples inside the bra cups. These protrusions were clearly for stimulating her nipples.
She quickly grabbed her coat, ran to the bedroom, took off her sweater, then reached behind her back, removed her bra, and threw it on the floor.
She pulled the bodysuit over her head; it was a bit tight and didn't go easily over her chest. Finally, she managed to get the cups of the bodysuit snug over her breasts, then pulled it up to her abdomen to get it in place.
Now the bodysuit was curving perfectly down to her crotch, and she felt hands caressing her nipples; her genitals began to wet.
Now she was starting to get a wonderful feeling from the bodysuit and shorts clinging to her skin.
She made a decision: she would wear the bodysuit to work the next day under a thick sweater that covered her protruding nipples.
Over the next few weeks, she alternated between the bodysuit and regular underwear on weekdays, and wore them every day on weekends. She began masturbating more frequently than she had since her divorce. With the help of the bodysuit deep inside her body, her life was gradually getting better from the daily frustrations, gradually becoming more stimulating.
Part 3:
Because of traffic, she arrived at her apartment a little late, so she quickly parked her car and went to check her mailbox. She opened her mailbox and pulled out the usual letters and magazines, but found no package. While not surprised, she was a little disappointed.
She went to the elevator and checked her mail, letting it go only to the third floor, deciding to take the stairs for exercise. As she turned the corner and walked towards her section, she saw something in front of her door. Her heart skipped a beat—could it be a package?
When she reached the door, she confirmed it was a package. The note indicated it was received by her neighbor.
It read, "Kristen, you weren't home when UPS delivered it. I believed you needed it, so I took it. Hope you receive something good."
Kristen thought to herself, "I should thank her for taking this package." It was much larger and heavier than the previous ones, which piqued her interest even more. She opened the door, went to the kitchen, and turned on the light.
She tossed the mail she could deal with later onto the counter; she wanted to open the package she had sent immediately. She tore open the outer packaging to reveal the cardboard box inside. Behind the lid were three bags and a letter, two the same size as before, and one large. The letter was in the same handwriting as before, which she quickly glanced at.
"Dear Kristen, I'm so glad you liked the gifts I sent you later, and it seems you've made good use of them. I expect you to like the gifts I sent you this time as well. I know you're incredulous, but I think I got your size right.
Anyway, I look forward to having dinner with you on Saturday. I'm sure you're interested to know who your mysterious patron is, and I've already made a reservation at 'Lapigalle' at 8 pm on Saturday.
I hope you can come and wear everything I gave you. Don't worry, the restaurant is divided into private rooms. I know you'll be shy, but you have a long leather coat that will cover everything. May I suggest you wear your red leather shoes?
I also sent a bottle of latex conditioner for you to keep all the rubber parts shiny and clean off the powder."
She read it twice. Too many questions filled her mind. Why did he want her to wear them? How did he know her coat and shoes? Why did he call her out? Why do these ridiculous things?
She knew Lapigalle—extremely expensive and almost impossible to book—so he must be extremely wealthy and have excellent connections. She told herself—"So my patron is rich and powerful, sounds like my type, even if his taste in clothes is a little odd."
She tossed the letter onto the counter with the others and began working on the small, heavy, and sturdy handbag. She took it out; it was a bottle of blue, milky lotion labeled Lycra, leather, and PVC conditioner to keep it smooth and prevent cracking. She opened the jar and smelled it; it was a fresh, pleasant scent. She placed it on the counter and began working on the remaining two handbags. She opened them and placed them on the counter; they were also made of rubber. She untied the tightly bound rubber items and was surprised to find they were Lycra bodysuits.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed something unusual about the bodysuit. It was made of dark gray rubber stockings with a cutout design to fit the rubber shorts without creating a double layer of rubber. She thought it must be one of those "
suppender-tips."
Kristen thought—"How clever, what's next?" Kristen told herself, "I'm sure they'll be amazing, I can't wait to wear them."
Finally, her attention fell on the large box, and when she pulled it out of the bag, she gasped. Her heart began to race; she could even hear it pounding. It was a beautiful, incredibly sexy bright red rubber top. She went to the bathroom, leaned the coat against her body, and stood in front of the mirror to examine it.
It was a knee-length, long-sleeved, high-necked, backless top. Its shoulders were cut into round openings, and the gloves that reached her shoulders made it appear sleeveless. The triangular opening at the chest revealed the beauty of her bosom.
Even in her wildest dreams, she had never imagined owning it. Just thinking about it made her wet.
When Kristen first received the latex suit, she tried researching it online. She was overwhelmed by the sheer number of websites—far more than she had ever imagined—and learned that latex was a huge commercial venture. She studied numerous websites, gaining a thorough understanding of the latex suits and accessories available on the market. She learned that the latex suit he gave her cost several hundred dollars, realizing that good latex suits were very expensive.
Of course, he could afford the 'lapigall', and he could certainly afford these latex suits.
Undoubtedly, for someone like her on a librarian's salary, they were still very expensive gifts.
She noticed that the bodysuits were already coated with a smoothing powder to keep them dry and smooth for wearing. She realized she couldn't wait any longer; she had to try them on.
She decided to give them a little demonstration first. She hung the top on a hanger and smoothed out the wrinkles, laid the stockings flat on the bed, and arranged the latex shorts and corset next to them.
What a perfect latex outfit!
As they were displayed on the bed, she began to enjoy her ten-minute hot bath, fantasizing about wearing them. Her genitals began to wet, and she began to gently stroke her clitoris. Finally, she stepped out of the bathtub and began to walk towards the latex suits on display. She grabbed a towel and quickly dried herself, spraying some talcum powder under her armpits. She began to look at the latex suits lying on the bed with excited eyes. She
first put on the latex shorts, which she was already very familiar with, applied Y-K, and then slipped them over her legs, pulling them up to her labia. She comfortably inserted the penis into her vagina, and felt very comfortable as it penetrated.
Then she focused her weight on the anal plug, relaxing her anus to allow the plug to easily enter.
Next, she adjusted her hips and tightened her shorts, ensuring her penis was firmly in place and pressed tightly against her clitoris.
Next came the corset, which she slipped over her legs and up to her breasts. She threaded her hands through the straps and secured her breasts in the cups. The protrusions in the cups began to massage her nipples. She then pulled the corset down to her abdomen, allowing the latex to form a beautiful curve.
Now it was time to put on the stockings. Although they were tight, they were easy to slip on with the help of lubricant. They brought a cool sensation as they ran up her calves and thighs until they met her shorts.
Her feet and ankles were also encased in a thin, dark latex that looked as if it were about to tear, giving her legs a voluptuous sexiness. She thought to herself, "I look amazing. I really should buy more stockings."
Finally, she picked up her top from the hanger. At first, she couldn't decide whether to put it on from top to bottom or bottom to top, but finally decided on the bottom. She unzipped it and put it on, her hips easily sliding through with the zipper open, stopping at her waist. Next, she slipped her left hand into the sleeve and out through the wrist hole. Although the bodysuit tightly covered her hand, the lubricant helped it pass smoothly. Her
right hand followed suit. Then she adjusted her chest to fit her figure and beautifully displayed it through the opening at the chest.
She noticed her erect nipples peeking out from the taut latex.
After adjusting everything, she began to zip it up. As a skill every girl should possess, she pulled the zipper up to the limit of her reach, until it reached her shoulders. Through pulling and twisting her body, she finally pulled the zipper up to her neck, sealing the top closed.
She began to smooth out the wrinkles on the sleeves, body, and thighs of the bodysuit. The intense exercise made her sweat, and she was glad she had used talcum powder beforehand.
She noticed some lubricant had stained her stockings, so she went to the kitchen, grabbed a cloth, soaked it in latex polish, and used it to clean her latex suit. The polished cloth, through the latex, gave her skin a cool sensation and made the suit shine.
She tossed the polish back on the counter and went to the bathroom to see how it looked on her.
The bare, milky-white skin of her shoulders contrasted perfectly with the deep red latex suit, and her breasts and nipples, cascading from the top, had never looked so beautiful. In this outfit, everything about my body is so beautiful.
He really knew my measurements; the outfit hugged me perfectly, no matter where I curved, as if it were made to fit my entire body.
As she moved, the penis began to move in and out, and she felt her sensuality being reawakened.
She could hardly believe this was really happening. If someone had told her six weeks ago that she would be walking around her apartment wearing only a latex suit and a penis,
she would have probably called them crazy. But now she loved it so much; the world was truly amazing.
She told herself—whoever the man was, she was truly grateful to him; he had given her a long-lost excitement.
She started thinking about dinner with the mysterious man on Saturday. Could she really wear this in public?
She only knew she might be able to wear the leather coat, but she certainly wouldn't have the courage to go out in this outfit.
It was Wednesday; she had three more days to think about that big day. She needed to deal with her shattered hair first; it didn't meet the standards of a lapigalle. I should be my best, and he deserves it.
It took her 45 minutes to put them on, and she realized she was hungry. She couldn't cook a proper meal without damaging the latex, so she tossed frozen pasta into the microwave for 12 minutes. She had half a bottle of wine in the fridge, and she decided to warm it up for the celebration. She placed the warmed pasta and wine on the table.
As she ate, she thought, "I hope Saturday's dinner will be even better."
After dinner, she tossed the dishes into the dishwasher. Now she had to make the next difficult decision: take them off or wear them a little longer. There was no need to think about it anymore; she loved them so much she could put everything else aside. She decided to wear them for two more hours before bed to enjoy her comfort.
But she didn't want to damage her latex before Saturday; she knew latex was very easy to break. So she took her wine to the coffee table and sprawled on the sofa. She began to examine the broken TV schedule on the table. She found the movie she wanted to watch on HBO, and then she found it already started on TV.
Whether it was the alcohol, the food, a long day at work, or the excitement of the first two hours, Kristen dozed off in front of the TV. When she woke up, she had missed 30 minutes of the movie.
She decided it was time to sleep, after all, she still had some time to take off her latex suit. She had already figured out how to remove them easily and quickly, so she went straight to the bathroom and turned on the tap.
When the water was just right, she jumped into the bathtub. It was a strange feeling to be surrounded by hot water without getting wet. She slowly peeled off the already wet latex suit, letting it fall to the floor.
Once her body was free of the latex suit's texture, she looked like she wanted to put it back on.
She overcame her urge and grabbed a long t-shirt and two hangers. She went back to the bathroom and hung the soaking wet t-shirt on the hangers; it should be dry by morning so she could reapply lubricant for next use.
She put on her t-shirt and started brushing her teeth. As she jumped into bed, she reflected on the day's events—what a wonderful time! A few minutes later, she was fast asleep.

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