A slim black figure stood alone on the bare
floorboards, wheezing gently.
Like a burnished ebony statue it reflected the planes and curves
of brilliant light
which betrayed the form of a beautiful young woman.
Suddenly the lights began to twist and sparkle as her polished
skin stretched and puckered with her
first tentative movements. Gentle flexing of the shoulders was
was matched by equal and opposite twisting of a
strangely contoured head. Her hips rotated slowly, in perfect
rhythm with her bending knees.
The figure swayed in an hypnotic trance, like a slender black
serpent writhing to the music of an invisible flute.
No magic held her captive but some very real and cruel restraints.
A web of wide and powerful rubber straps bit deeply into her arms,
wrists and ankles.
Others were formed into a tight harness, buckled snugly around
her neck, her waist and thighs.
From her bound wrists, which ground and twisted vainly at the
bottom of her spine,
a short tether ran to a strong ring bolt, deeply embedded in the
wooden floor.
Periodically, the captive raised herself to the tips of her
crinkling toes and tottered precariously
across the boards, testing the range and power of her leash.
Muffled groans marked the end of every painful journey.
The thick rubber, firmly anchored, stretched by only a fraction
of its length. Then, in what seemed to be a deliberate
and wicked attempt to reduce her to a bound and helpless heap, it
jerked her sharply backwards.
She staggered, squealed and snorted her frustration.
Even if she managed to stay upright, this
squeaking, grunting prisoner was destined to go nowhere.
She would inch her way round and round in small and painful
circles. She could struggle to exhaustion.
She would not escape.
The girl began to squirm with growing urgency, white lights
flashing from the folds and
wrinkles of her flawless, shiny flesh. A man-made suit of thick
black rubber, designed and cut
with such precision that it followed every curve and crevice of
her young body hugged her closely and
relentlessly from her neck to the tips of her toes. Haute Couture.
A tailoring triumph.
Only her breasts were free.
They swelled wantonly from the suit through two small apertures,
perfectly positioned.
Pinched by tight, thick rubber rings, they stood out like pink
balloons against the blackness of the latex.
Gold nipple rings, sparkling in the spotlight, made them all the
more embarrassingly conspicuous.
The more she squirmed in her humiliation, the more inviting she
knew she would become.
Perched above the high neck of the suit a strange black mask was
clamped by heavy straps
against a pink and glistening face. The thick, black rubber,
pungent and heavy, was moulded
into wide, round eyes and an open, pouting mouth - a cartoon of
the captive girl beneath.
It dangled with buckles and straps. A military respirator, it was
intended for a distant field of war.
Now, sealed against a pretty female face, it was haloed by a mane
of honey blonde.
Muffled female noises hissed from its jutting mouthpiece. Unseen
behind the mask, behind white teeth,
she dribbled past the cruellest of her torments, a tightly
buckled ball-gag deep inside her mouth.
She gurgled like a baby around her strange red rubber dummy.
Tremors of shame engulfed her as warm saliva
pooled up at her chin.
As her head tossed and twisted to fight against
these twin discomforts,
two eyepieces flashed and twinkled in the hard glare of the light.
Behind each glass circle, pleading eyes struggled in vain to say
what her stoppered mouth could not.
Every futile bid for freedom forced creaks from the straining
harness.
Rubber massaged squeaking rubber and weak, frustrated wails
bounced around the cold stone walls.
Droplets of perspiration dripped from her tousled hair,
splattering on the floor and the tops of her rubber feet.
Suddenly she was still.
She stared with concentration at the darkness.
A slender figure was emerging from the shadows,
his silhouette fringed with brilliant light as he broke the
single beam.
Tall. Broad. Rubber heels twittered on polished oak as he moved
across the room.
With a muffled moan she raised up on her toes and, with tiny
hobbled steps,
inched perilously forwards, hissing through her mask.
They stopped ... inches from each other.
He could smell the rubber perfume of her breath.
Coldly and clinically he watched her straining at her leash,
desperate for another inch of ground.
Desperate to press herself against him ...
Her breasts were jutting from the suit, inviting, firm and pale.
The hard brown nipples flashed their tips of gold.
The contrast between these players was complete. Slave and Master,
perfectly combined.
The Master ... so relaxed, so confident and free.
His prize so very different.
Frantic, vulnerable and so expertly secured, she was a living
fetish dream ...
Helpless in her glistening suit of rubber ...
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