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Codes: MF/M, cd, bnd, latex suits, unusual skin
"That," said Monica, grinning widely, "cost almost three thousand Euros."
This was accurate. With all the various customizations the website had offered, it had come to a total of €2952.20, and a few weeks later, four medium-sized boxes had arrived, remarkable only in how plain they were.
Daniel chuckled. "Yeah, I know," he said. "I still say you didn't have to buy, I mean, that much ..."
Monica flashed him that smile of hers. "Well, you wanted it, Dan. Call it a gift from me to you."
They weren't exactly dating, per se. They were more ... friends with benefits. Said benefits included the occasional bondage-game, and both of them switched all the time. Once they'd even done so within the same "scene", Monica-the-slave turning the tables on her "master." Daniel certainly hadn't minded.
He looked her over, at her 180cm-tall large build, stunning good looks, cropped short black hair, about twenty-eight years old. And here he was, eighteen centimeters shorter 1 and seven years younger, with dark blond hair and an average build as well, just your above-average-handsome college sophomore. He wondered idly why they weren't seriously dating. Probably, he considered, because she wouldn't take it seriously. Anyway, they were certainly going out tonight — to a fetish club, in fact — and he'd arrived at her house that Friday evening to find Monica and three boxes waiting for him.
"So, whose box should we open first?" said Monica playfully, grinning.
"I'd say you can open your box first," said Daniel, grinning back.
She laughed. "I got two boxes here, lover-boy," she said. "Not counting the one between my legs ... Anyway, bring these into the bedroom first ..."
Each of them carried two boxes into the bedroom. For the most part, it was perfectly ordinary, apart from the fact that it had a double-bed, and Monica lived alone. Admittedly, Daniel spent a lot of time there, so it must have been just some remarkable foresight on Monica's part.
Inside the first box was a black fetish corset. It was made of rubber, and covered in buckles and straps across the stomach. It was made to cover the wearer's groin, though it had a zipper, and there were fair-sized breast-cups as well that looked removable. "Nice," said Monica, grinning.
"I can't wait to see it on you," said Daniel, feeling the first stirrings of an erection. "There is more, though ..."
"Oh, I know," said Monica, putting the corset on the bed. "Let's see, package number two ..."
It was a bright red latex suit. There were black enclosed "sleeves" at the groinal areas, presumably to be used as "condoms" for the wearer's pussy and anus, and there was a black zipper across each breast. It had a hood with stylized openings for the mouth and eyes, as well as nostril holes, and at the top, there was a sort of "ponytail" that looked more like a riding crop with a ridged handle.
"Ooh, yes," said Monica. "Let's have a shower and then put all this stuff on!"
"Hold it," said Daniel. "Aren't we going to get out my stuff first?"
Monica grinned. "Well ... let's take a shower first," she said. "Remember — once I put that suit on, you're mine for the weekend!"
"Oh really," said Daniel with mock indignaton. "If I didn't know better I'd be suspicious that you were gonna pull something I might not like!"
Monica laughed, and headed for the bathroom. "Come on, lover-boy!" she said. "Let's go have a shower, then dress up, then go to that club!"
They both stepped out of the shower, nude, after thoroughly towelling each other off. "Okay," said Monica, heading straight for her nightstand and taking out a small box. "Here's the talcum powder ..." She took out a dildo as well, and put it on the bed. She then proceeded to thoroughly dust her legs with the talcum powder, then pressed them into the suit. It was somewhat difficult getting her waist into it, but eventually she managed it with Daniel's help.
"The, uh, the 'sleeves' aren't in you," said Daniel.
"It can wait," said Monica, dusting her arms with powder and starting to press them into the sleeves. Daniel helped her out, helping her push her arms in, and then reached for the hood hanging loosely in front of her. "No, this is for me to do," said Monica, and she lifted it up, stretching over her head, and put it on. "Zip it up," she said.
Daniel nodded, and zipped it all the way up, careful to make sure her hair didn't get caught.
Monica grinned. "Ah, yes," she purred, turning to face him. She had an imperious air about her. "On your knees, boy!" She picked up the discarded dildo, and used it to push the "sleeves" into her pussy and ass, shivering slightly as she did. "Mmmm ..."
Oh great, she's in Mistress Mode, thought Daniel, though he didn't actually mind, and he instantly obeyed, sinking to his knees with his legs spread.
Monica grinned, picking up the corset. "Actually, get up," she said. "Help me put this on ..." It was some work, but it had been made to fit her perfectly, and once it was on, she looked like a Mistress.
"Wow," said Daniel. "You look great."
"Thanks, toy," said Monica, running a hand through his hair. "Now, be silent until you're spoken to, and let's see about dressing you up!"
The first box contained a completely black latex catsuit with a much simpler hood design. It had crotch-sleeves, too, but the one in front looked designed to stick out rather than in, it had a smallish pouch at the base, and there was a hole at the end, presumably so that he wouldn't need to take it off in orderto orgasm. Monica smirked as she dusted his legs with the talcum powder, then pushed them into the legs of the suit. "Oh, yes, toy," she said. "That's going to be your dick's home for a while ..."
Daniel said nothing; she'd invoked the don't-speak-unless-spoken-to rule, which meant he generally could only say "Yes, Mistress," and that only if she asked him a direct question. He gasped, though, as she grabbed his cock, stroking it lightly as she pressed it into the sleeve. His hands and arms went in next, and then she pushed his head into his hood —
— which had a sleeve in the mouth as well. Monica started pressing it into his mouth. Wait, huh? "Mmmph...?"
Monica grinned. "Just in case anyone wants to use it," she said cheerfully.
Uh-oh, thought Daniel. What kind of club was she taking him to, anyway?
It was too late now, though — he'd already agreed to this. Monica zipped up his suit, and then added his collar. It was a nice black leather one, with three stainless steel D-rings so that, in the right circumstances, the wearer's head could be held completely immobile.
"Good boy," Monica purred. "Oh yes, one more thing!"
Also in the box was a pack of ... well, not exactly condoms, which perfectly matched the color of the suit. It also fit perfectly over his cock-sleeve when she put it on him. "Now, get on your hands and knees ..."
Daniel complied, and grunted as he felt her using the dildo to push the rear-sleeve into him. Good thing I gave myself an enema before I got here, he thought.
"I'll be right back, slave," said Monica, and left the room. She returned a moment later, wearing a pair of high-heeled leather boots. "Now let's see what the other box has!" she said, opening it up.
It contained a vibrant pink French maid uniform. It had all sorts of white frills. There was also a pair of pink tights with an open crotch, also surrounded by white frills. All of it was made of latex, of course.
Daniel frowned. He'd never been entirely comfortable with crossdressing, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Still, though, he'd agreed that tonight, he'd have no choice in those sort of matters ...
Monica chuckled as she saw his discomfort. "All right, let's get you dressed, and then t's off to the club!"
The cab stopped in front of an alleyway. Monica stepped out, with what looked like a fetish-purse slung over one shoulder, and tugged on a leash. A latex French maid followed her out, with wrists that were bound behind its back with a pair of bondage cuffs, and a dildo was stuck into the maid's mouth. Not the most feminine shape there, but this was probably the least of the concerns of someone who looked at... it.
They approached a short stairway leading into a basement. Above it was a sign that said "The Rubber Club." In front of it was a bald, burly woman who looked like she could have crumpled Daniel up into a ball and tossed him over her shoulder into a trash can. She seemed to have Vin Diesel-envy.
"Name," said the bouncer.
"Monica Halvorsen," said Monica. "And this is Danielle."
The bouncer grinned. "Ah, great," she said. "In ya go, then."
Daniel stepped carefully down after Monica. He wasn't used to walking in the high-heeled boots Monica had made him wear, and the fact that his hands were cuffed behind his back didn't help. He really didn't want to fall down those steps.
Inside was a small room with two other doors. The one opposite the entrance had sharp techno music blaring through it; a sign hanging on it said "Not an exit." The other said, "Dressing rooms."
Monica led Daniel into the dressing rooms, which looked perfectly ordinary as if they were in a clothing store. "This room's usually for people who're going to be wearing less than is strictly legal," she said. "Or if they don't want to be seen in public like this for some reason." She pushed Daniel into one of the dressing rooms. "But first ..."
She reached under his skirt and seemed to flip a switch, and the skirt expanded upwards like an umbrella. She then reached in and grabbed his dick, pumping it to get him hard, and he groaned around the dildo in his mouth. When she was satisfied with his hardness, she took out what appeared to be a Gates of Hell made out of leather. Shit, I'm going to stay hard to matter what when she puts that on! thought Daniel. He squirmed, but she easily slipped it on over his cock, and slipped the largest ring around his balls.
"All right," said Monica, bringing him to his feet and tugging the leash lightly. "By the way, I want you to use your girl-voice the whole time we're here."
Daniel blinked. "Mmmph?" he said, in what they'd previously discovered was a passable imitation of a woman's voice.
"Great," said Monica, grinning. "Time to join in the fun!"
The techno music was a wall of sound as they stepped into the club proper. The room was filled with people in various states of undress (mostly in latex and leather) and immobility. As far as Daniel could tell, those who were the most mobile tended to be feeling up everyone who was less mobile than they were. There even seemed to be a few actual sex acts going on, too — here, a black man sat with a white nude ponygirl in his lap, his long shaft filling her pussy; there, a dominatrix was humping a girl with a strapon; on one table, two men lay bound in a 69 position, each apparently sucking the other off.
He didn't notice Monica had stopped at a table until he'd almost collided with her. A tall man with a goatee and glasses sat there, dressed in a black shiny leather jacket. "Ah, hello, Monica," he said, smiling up at Monica.
"Hello, Rockford," said Monica, returning his smile.
"Mmmph," said Daniel through the gag, in the voice that made him sound like a Danielle.
"Do sit down," said Rockford, gesturing. He was wearing black, shiny leather gloves, as well. "So, it looks like you succeeded in bringing your ... companion." He grinned.
Monica gestured for Daniel to sit in the chair next to Rockford, then sat on the other side. "Arrangements were made," she said mildly.
Daniel took a chance to glance from one to the other, though he made sure he didn't seem like he was looking either one in the eye. On top of everything else, he felt slightly unnerved at the fact that he was sitting between two dominants, and he was trapped in, quite frankly, whatever situation they cared to put him in. Oh, sure, he could (probably) take legal action, but (a) then this would all be public, and (b) it wouldn't help him now. Did this Rockford guy even know Daniel was a man?
"I imagine they were," said Rockford irreverently, gesturing to a waiter — someone else in a latex maid's uniform, which looked startlingly like Danielle's own. "And that they rest on the condition of being freed after a drearily short time."
"Sunday evening," said Monica, almost cheerfully, placing both hands on the table.
"Oh, but of course," said Rockford. "Still, I suppose that's plenty of time to change his mind."
His mind!? Daniel blushed under the suit. So, he did know ...
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the feeling of a hand grabbing his cock! He gulped, eyes wide and looking fearfully up at Monica, whose hands were still on the table, and then at Rockf— Rockford was grabbing his cock! Daniel let out a yelp, whimpering through the gag (realizing as he did that he was keeping up the "girly voice"), then gasped and shivered as a strange tingling sensation coursed through his length!
Rockford chuckled. "Ah, he likes my Power Glove," he said drily, and then, gripping Daniel by the hips, pulled him into his lap.
Daniel gulped, eyes wide, then gasped as Rockford began stroking over his cock and balls with both hands, and he let out a moan, shuddering with arousal, gasping and breathing heavily. Whatever that tingling sensation was, it seemed to directly stimulate the pleasure centers in his brain ... or ... no, it was seeking out the spots that would give him the most pleasure, and stimulating all of them ...
He gasped, moaning loudly as he came, shivering as the pleasure coursed through him. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. This wasn't to say that it was that much better — there was merely something "different" about it.
"Well?" said Monica, as if waiting for approval.
"Hmm ..." Rockford sat back, stroking Daniel's stomach lightly. "I should like to see him pleasure you next."
Monica smirked. "All right," she said, taking Daniel's leash and giving it a tug. "On your knees, pet."
Daniel whimpered as he slid out of Rockford's lap and sank to his knees in front of Monica. She reached into his mouth and pulled out the dildo, to his momentary relief, but then he gulped as she reached into her purse and took out a double-ended dildo, twice as long, and stuck one of the ends into his mouth. "Mmph ..."
"Quiet, pet," said Monica, then grasped the sides of his head, pressing the other end of the dildo into her mouth, letting out a groan of arousal.
Daniel blushed, not so much from the act — he did similar things all the time — but from the fact that there was an audience. Still, he bobbed his head up and down, thrusting in and out of her sex, causing her to moan with pleasure, stroking his head.
"Ohhh, yes ... good pet-slut ..." she breathed, grinding her hips back and forth, forcefully controlling his head. "Mm ... yes ... such a delicious fuck-toy ... ahhh ..." She gasped and shuddered, and cried out as she came, shivering and squirming, moaning with arousal ...
"Most satisfactory," murmured Rockford.
"Good," said Monica, smiling as she pulled the double-dildo out of his mouth and replacing it with the other one. "Would you like to get us, ah, prepared with guest passes, so to speak?"
"Certainly," said Rockford, arching an eyebrow. "We'll have less to do, since you already bought the suits on your own, so ... as we discussed, then?"
"Of course," purred Monica, giving him a smirk.
Daniel looked from one to the other. This whole conversation was going way over his head. So, uh, this had been arranged by the two of them? Why hadn't Monica told him about this? Oh, right, it was supposed to be a surprise. Or something.
Monica gave Daniel's leash a tug. "On your feet, pet," she said. "Rockford's going to take us into the back room.
Daniel gulped as he got to his feet. On the face of it, he reflected as he followed them through the crowd, this didn't seem hugely bad. Monica would keep him safe, right?
Then his heart sank as Monica handed his leash to Rockford when they neared a door nestled in a corner opposite the entrance. Well ... this was going to be an interesting weekend, either way ...
1 Oh, all right, she's 5'11" and he's 5'4".