I would like to first note, that this story was not written by me. I found it online, back in the 90's. This is one of many downloaded stories that I hope to post. Perhaps, soon, I will also compose a few of my own. I really have no disclaimers for this one, other than my only contributions being proof-reading and copy-editing. So, Enjoy:
Debbie had always craved the taste and feel of latex. She and her spouse, David, had been into the latex scene for nearly two decades. The two of them had enjoyed many latex sessions—that is, when David had not been traveling for his job. They had but one daughter, named Bonnie. For her sake, their sessions had always been late at night, or when Bonnie had been staying at a friend's house. Though they both loved latex, Debbie had been especially turned-on by it.
During business trips, David had always tried to bring home something made of latex. Over the years, Debbie had acquired quite a selection of latex clothing and bondage gear. She had dresses, catsuits, gloves, and hoods. You name; it she had it! Moreover, she had an uncontrollable desire to “satisfy herself”, whenever David was away. By now, the daughter had grown and left for college. Moreover, this particular week, David was on the road. The house was now eerily quiet, which left Debbie feeling horny. She could not stifle the delicious urge to dress totally in latex.
Debbie went to her closet, and selected a catsuit with feet, as well as a long pair of gloves and her favorite hood. She then went to her dresser, and pulled out a pair of latex underwear, with a built-in dildo and butt plug. Her hands shook, as she shivered with anticipation. Another drawer held her bondage gear. She selected a pair of leather wrist cuffs, ankle restraints, and thigh restraints. She also grabbed three double-ended “quick snaps”. These were like the clips on a dog leash, but with a snap at both ends. The most fearsome item though, had to be the 5-inch, leather, neck collar. All of these items were carefully laid-out on the bed. She could not wait to be in them.
Debbie began by sprinkling powder all over her body. This would make it much easier to slip into her waiting latex. Suitably powdered, she began with the latex underwear. The dildo and butt plug were lubed with K-Y Jelly, before she slowly inserted the intruders into their proper places. Next came the catsuit. Debbie stepped into the suit’s feet, and took her time pulling it on—making sure that there were no wrinkles. Once her arms were finally into the suit, she reached around to her back, and closed the zipper. The gloves were then applied with equal care, coming on smooth and unwrinkled.
Debbie took a moment in front of her full-length mirror, to admire her latex-encased body. Still, she was anxious to get to the fun! She examined the leather restraints that she had set on the bed. The wrist cuffs fastened with heavy roller-buckle straps. The tongues of the buckles ended in special metal loops, allowing the buckles to be locked. “Locking” was an option available on all of their bondage gear. Each cuff also had a metal ‘D’ ring securely attached. The sturdy thigh cuffs were similar, except that the pair were permanently fastened together, with a connecting metal ‘O’ ring. The ankle cuffs were just like those for the thighs. Debbie stared at the terrible, yet wonderful restraints. Just thinking about her next move caused her juices to flow! Of course, those two plugs didn’t help—especially, now that they were sealed inside of her, under layers of tight, unrelenting latex.
She began by buckling a cuff onto each wrist, and clipping a double-snap onto each D-ring. The dangling clips rattled, as she buckled one of the thigh cuffs to her left thigh, and an ankle cuff to her left ankle. She attached the third double-snap to the O-ring connecting the thigh cuffs. Debbie now climbed onto the bed, into a kneeling position. She strapped the other thigh cuff to her right thigh, and the remaining ankle cuff to her right ankle. Both legs were now securely locked together. This only got her more excited.
In a nearly-frenzied hurry, Debbie grabbed her favorite hood. This was a full hood, with no eye holes or mouth opening. It had only nose tubes for breathing, and a built-in inflatable gag. Carefully, she installed the nose tubes, before pulling the rest of the hood over her head. With relish, she grabbed the zipper-pull at the top of her head, and closed zipper, all the way down to the back of her neck. Debbie was now totally enclosed in tight latex. Not one bit of skin was showing.
She had to fumble blindly around the bed, to find the 5-inch collar. Upon retrieving it, she wrapped it around her neck, and tightened the two big roller-buckle straps. This collar was very rigid, and she could no longer turn her head. It also forced her chin and head upward, into a submissive position. She had shown herself no mercy, and she was in heaven!
Debbie was now wearing all of her latex, as well as all of her selected bondage gear. There were only a couple more steps to total helplessness. But, she could wait no longer. “Perhaps, a quickie...”, she thought to herself, “...to relieve the pressure.” She began rubbing her crotch with her right hand, while squeezing the inflating bulb for the gag, with her left. As the gag filled her mouth, she could feel herself rushing to climax. Her body became quite hot, as countless beads sweat now squirmed under the latex. It was over all-too-soon, as she collapsed onto her side.
However, Debbie was far from done. She quickly gathered her second wind, with a fresh resolve to complete her bondage. After deflating the gag with the pump bulb’s release button, she moved back to her kneeling position. She sat back onto her heels, and reached behind to find the double-snap hooked to her thigh restraints. She pulled and tugged, until she was able to hook the snap’s other end onto the ring between the ankle cuffs. Her bound ankles were now tightly secured to her thighs. She then used the snaps hanging from her wrist cuffs, to secure both wrists to the same ring between the ankles. No longer able to move, she fell forward, onto her stomach, helplessly hogtied!
Or was she helpless? Debbie used snap fasteners because she could undo them with her fingers. David had also used these, at first—figuring that Debbie would be unable to escape. That is, until he had learned of Debbie’s dexterity. After that, he had begun using locks. He would lock everything, including the buckles on the cuffs and collar, as well as any chastity device that she happened to be wearing. That’ll hold her! One time, after a session, David had released her from everything, except the collar and hood—just to see how she would react. When Debbie had discovered the locks still in-place, she had made only muffled sounds, while pointing to the problem. David had merely responded with a couple more pumps to the gag. Debbie had then frantically pulled at the locks, while David had laughed at her predicament. Trapped in darkness, she had tried to dig for the zipper on the hood. But, that zipper had been securely locked-away, under the collar. It was the same collar and hood that she was now wearing! No wonder these had become her favorites.
Today though, Debbie was all alone. She had all of the time in the world, to enjoy her helpless position. She began rocking back and forth on the bed, to drive the dildo in and out of herself. But, this only sent her into a frenzy. Perhaps, that first “relief” orgasm had not been a great idea. The second one seemed to remain frustratingly beyond her reach. She added swaying and bouncing to her motions. But, it all became just a cruel tease.
Worse, her gyrations had thrown the pump bulb between her ample chest and the bed. Now, with each forward rock, the gag inflated further. Soon, it was pumped to the point that speech became impossible, and her breathing began to feel restricted. She tried to twisting and bouncing, to dislodge the bulb from beneath her breast. All, as her sexual frustration continued to grow. Then, as if things could not get any worse, the doorbell rang.
Debbie immediately thought about being caught by David. Once before, he had come home, while she had been trying to pleasure herself with extreme bondage. As punishment, he had locked everything, before she had had a chance to release herself. He had left her that way, on the bed, while he had sat at the foot of the bed, watching the ballgame.
The doorbell rang again. For a moment, Debbie felt relieved, as it could not possibly be David. But then, she heard a voice yell from downstairs, “Mom! Are you home?” It was Bonnie, their daughter, visiting from college. Bonnie had seen her mom’s car in the driveway, and had assumed that she was here. Panic resumed, at the new thought of her daughter seeing her this way!
Bonnie began to walk through the house, sensing that something was amiss. She went from room to room, searching for her mom. Debbie could hear the opening and closing of doors, accompanied by the calls of, “Mom? Mom?” Debbie fumbled with the snaps holding her wrists to her ankles. But, the mixture of panic and extreme arousal interfered with her dexterity. She now heard footsteps in the hall, outside the bedroom. Debbie was still trapped in her situation, when the bedroom door swung open.
As Bonnie stepped into the room, she could not believe her eyes. Someone was lying on the bed, bound completely in black latex and leather. Whoever it was, had been left in a helpless hogtie position. “M...M...Mom? Is that you?”, Bonnie stammered.
Debbie tried to reply. But, the overinflated gag would not allow her to make a sound. She could only rock back and forth, frantically.
Bonnie undid the snaps that held her mom’s wrists, thighs, and ankles together. With her hands now free, Debbie deflated her gag, and felt for the edge of the bed. She was still encased in the hood, as she swung her still-bound leg's over the side of the bed, and tried to stand up. She didn’t get very far. Bonnie caught her, and began to loosen the collar. With the collar removed, Bonnie unzipped Debbie’s hood. As Bonnie pulled the hood from the captive head, she again stared in shock. Here was her mom, bound tightly in leather and latex, soaked with sweat, and apparently enjoying it!
Debbie meanwhile, had been dreading this moment—a moment that she had hoped would never arrive. The two of them now sat on the edge of the bed, to have “The Talk”. As Debbie loosened her leg restraints, she described to Bonnie, how she had gotten into the latex scene. Bonnie listened intently, before suddenly interrupting. “Mom, I’m a big girl now. I’ve heard all about this stuff!”
Bonnie strutted over to her mom’s closet, opened the door, and began inspecting the contents. Debbie’s worst fear filled her head—the fear that her daughter now thought that her mom was a freak. Debbie certainly wasn’t prepared for Bonnie’s actual question. “Mom can I try on some of your latex?” Bonnie had grown to be the same size as Debbie. So, this was not an unreasonable request.
Still, Debbie could not believe what she had just heard from her twenty-two-year-old daughter. It was now Debbie’s turn to stammer. “Wh...what would you like to wear?”
“I dunno...” Bonnie thumbed through the closet items. “What’s it like to wear latex?” She stopped at a low-cut dress with sleeves. “How about this?”
Debbie showed Bonnie how to apply talcum powder, before attempting to wriggle into the dress. Debbie also helped Bonnie to smooth-out the wrinkles, as the dress slid slowly into place. Once the back zipper was closed, Bonnie was amazed at how it felt. She spun around in front of the mirror, caressing her latex-covered sides with her palms. She could no longer help herself. The words simply slipped past her lips. “If this was mine, I’d never take it off!”
"See what I mean about the feeling of tight latex?", her mom added. Sure enough, to this day, Bonnie has remained hooked.
I would like to thank the above folks, for allowing me pen their story. Needless to say, their names have been changed. But, the latex and leather are still the same.
Debbie's Desire
by R.S. Sherwood
Debbie had always craved the taste and feel of latex. She and her spouse, David, had been into the latex scene for nearly two decades. The two of them had enjoyed many latex sessions—that is, when David had not been traveling for his job. They had but one daughter, named Bonnie. For her sake, their sessions had always been late at night, or when Bonnie had been staying at a friend's house. Though they both loved latex, Debbie had been especially turned-on by it.
During business trips, David had always tried to bring home something made of latex. Over the years, Debbie had acquired quite a selection of latex clothing and bondage gear. She had dresses, catsuits, gloves, and hoods. You name; it she had it! Moreover, she had an uncontrollable desire to “satisfy herself”, whenever David was away. By now, the daughter had grown and left for college. Moreover, this particular week, David was on the road. The house was now eerily quiet, which left Debbie feeling horny. She could not stifle the delicious urge to dress totally in latex.
Debbie went to her closet, and selected a catsuit with feet, as well as a long pair of gloves and her favorite hood. She then went to her dresser, and pulled out a pair of latex underwear, with a built-in dildo and butt plug. Her hands shook, as she shivered with anticipation. Another drawer held her bondage gear. She selected a pair of leather wrist cuffs, ankle restraints, and thigh restraints. She also grabbed three double-ended “quick snaps”. These were like the clips on a dog leash, but with a snap at both ends. The most fearsome item though, had to be the 5-inch, leather, neck collar. All of these items were carefully laid-out on the bed. She could not wait to be in them.
Debbie began by sprinkling powder all over her body. This would make it much easier to slip into her waiting latex. Suitably powdered, she began with the latex underwear. The dildo and butt plug were lubed with K-Y Jelly, before she slowly inserted the intruders into their proper places. Next came the catsuit. Debbie stepped into the suit’s feet, and took her time pulling it on—making sure that there were no wrinkles. Once her arms were finally into the suit, she reached around to her back, and closed the zipper. The gloves were then applied with equal care, coming on smooth and unwrinkled.
Debbie took a moment in front of her full-length mirror, to admire her latex-encased body. Still, she was anxious to get to the fun! She examined the leather restraints that she had set on the bed. The wrist cuffs fastened with heavy roller-buckle straps. The tongues of the buckles ended in special metal loops, allowing the buckles to be locked. “Locking” was an option available on all of their bondage gear. Each cuff also had a metal ‘D’ ring securely attached. The sturdy thigh cuffs were similar, except that the pair were permanently fastened together, with a connecting metal ‘O’ ring. The ankle cuffs were just like those for the thighs. Debbie stared at the terrible, yet wonderful restraints. Just thinking about her next move caused her juices to flow! Of course, those two plugs didn’t help—especially, now that they were sealed inside of her, under layers of tight, unrelenting latex.
She began by buckling a cuff onto each wrist, and clipping a double-snap onto each D-ring. The dangling clips rattled, as she buckled one of the thigh cuffs to her left thigh, and an ankle cuff to her left ankle. She attached the third double-snap to the O-ring connecting the thigh cuffs. Debbie now climbed onto the bed, into a kneeling position. She strapped the other thigh cuff to her right thigh, and the remaining ankle cuff to her right ankle. Both legs were now securely locked together. This only got her more excited.
In a nearly-frenzied hurry, Debbie grabbed her favorite hood. This was a full hood, with no eye holes or mouth opening. It had only nose tubes for breathing, and a built-in inflatable gag. Carefully, she installed the nose tubes, before pulling the rest of the hood over her head. With relish, she grabbed the zipper-pull at the top of her head, and closed zipper, all the way down to the back of her neck. Debbie was now totally enclosed in tight latex. Not one bit of skin was showing.
She had to fumble blindly around the bed, to find the 5-inch collar. Upon retrieving it, she wrapped it around her neck, and tightened the two big roller-buckle straps. This collar was very rigid, and she could no longer turn her head. It also forced her chin and head upward, into a submissive position. She had shown herself no mercy, and she was in heaven!
Debbie was now wearing all of her latex, as well as all of her selected bondage gear. There were only a couple more steps to total helplessness. But, she could wait no longer. “Perhaps, a quickie...”, she thought to herself, “...to relieve the pressure.” She began rubbing her crotch with her right hand, while squeezing the inflating bulb for the gag, with her left. As the gag filled her mouth, she could feel herself rushing to climax. Her body became quite hot, as countless beads sweat now squirmed under the latex. It was over all-too-soon, as she collapsed onto her side.
However, Debbie was far from done. She quickly gathered her second wind, with a fresh resolve to complete her bondage. After deflating the gag with the pump bulb’s release button, she moved back to her kneeling position. She sat back onto her heels, and reached behind to find the double-snap hooked to her thigh restraints. She pulled and tugged, until she was able to hook the snap’s other end onto the ring between the ankle cuffs. Her bound ankles were now tightly secured to her thighs. She then used the snaps hanging from her wrist cuffs, to secure both wrists to the same ring between the ankles. No longer able to move, she fell forward, onto her stomach, helplessly hogtied!
Or was she helpless? Debbie used snap fasteners because she could undo them with her fingers. David had also used these, at first—figuring that Debbie would be unable to escape. That is, until he had learned of Debbie’s dexterity. After that, he had begun using locks. He would lock everything, including the buckles on the cuffs and collar, as well as any chastity device that she happened to be wearing. That’ll hold her! One time, after a session, David had released her from everything, except the collar and hood—just to see how she would react. When Debbie had discovered the locks still in-place, she had made only muffled sounds, while pointing to the problem. David had merely responded with a couple more pumps to the gag. Debbie had then frantically pulled at the locks, while David had laughed at her predicament. Trapped in darkness, she had tried to dig for the zipper on the hood. But, that zipper had been securely locked-away, under the collar. It was the same collar and hood that she was now wearing! No wonder these had become her favorites.
Today though, Debbie was all alone. She had all of the time in the world, to enjoy her helpless position. She began rocking back and forth on the bed, to drive the dildo in and out of herself. But, this only sent her into a frenzy. Perhaps, that first “relief” orgasm had not been a great idea. The second one seemed to remain frustratingly beyond her reach. She added swaying and bouncing to her motions. But, it all became just a cruel tease.
Worse, her gyrations had thrown the pump bulb between her ample chest and the bed. Now, with each forward rock, the gag inflated further. Soon, it was pumped to the point that speech became impossible, and her breathing began to feel restricted. She tried to twisting and bouncing, to dislodge the bulb from beneath her breast. All, as her sexual frustration continued to grow. Then, as if things could not get any worse, the doorbell rang.
Debbie immediately thought about being caught by David. Once before, he had come home, while she had been trying to pleasure herself with extreme bondage. As punishment, he had locked everything, before she had had a chance to release herself. He had left her that way, on the bed, while he had sat at the foot of the bed, watching the ballgame.
The doorbell rang again. For a moment, Debbie felt relieved, as it could not possibly be David. But then, she heard a voice yell from downstairs, “Mom! Are you home?” It was Bonnie, their daughter, visiting from college. Bonnie had seen her mom’s car in the driveway, and had assumed that she was here. Panic resumed, at the new thought of her daughter seeing her this way!
Bonnie began to walk through the house, sensing that something was amiss. She went from room to room, searching for her mom. Debbie could hear the opening and closing of doors, accompanied by the calls of, “Mom? Mom?” Debbie fumbled with the snaps holding her wrists to her ankles. But, the mixture of panic and extreme arousal interfered with her dexterity. She now heard footsteps in the hall, outside the bedroom. Debbie was still trapped in her situation, when the bedroom door swung open.
As Bonnie stepped into the room, she could not believe her eyes. Someone was lying on the bed, bound completely in black latex and leather. Whoever it was, had been left in a helpless hogtie position. “M...M...Mom? Is that you?”, Bonnie stammered.
Debbie tried to reply. But, the overinflated gag would not allow her to make a sound. She could only rock back and forth, frantically.
Bonnie undid the snaps that held her mom’s wrists, thighs, and ankles together. With her hands now free, Debbie deflated her gag, and felt for the edge of the bed. She was still encased in the hood, as she swung her still-bound leg's over the side of the bed, and tried to stand up. She didn’t get very far. Bonnie caught her, and began to loosen the collar. With the collar removed, Bonnie unzipped Debbie’s hood. As Bonnie pulled the hood from the captive head, she again stared in shock. Here was her mom, bound tightly in leather and latex, soaked with sweat, and apparently enjoying it!
Debbie meanwhile, had been dreading this moment—a moment that she had hoped would never arrive. The two of them now sat on the edge of the bed, to have “The Talk”. As Debbie loosened her leg restraints, she described to Bonnie, how she had gotten into the latex scene. Bonnie listened intently, before suddenly interrupting. “Mom, I’m a big girl now. I’ve heard all about this stuff!”
Bonnie strutted over to her mom’s closet, opened the door, and began inspecting the contents. Debbie’s worst fear filled her head—the fear that her daughter now thought that her mom was a freak. Debbie certainly wasn’t prepared for Bonnie’s actual question. “Mom can I try on some of your latex?” Bonnie had grown to be the same size as Debbie. So, this was not an unreasonable request.
Still, Debbie could not believe what she had just heard from her twenty-two-year-old daughter. It was now Debbie’s turn to stammer. “Wh...what would you like to wear?”
“I dunno...” Bonnie thumbed through the closet items. “What’s it like to wear latex?” She stopped at a low-cut dress with sleeves. “How about this?”
Debbie showed Bonnie how to apply talcum powder, before attempting to wriggle into the dress. Debbie also helped Bonnie to smooth-out the wrinkles, as the dress slid slowly into place. Once the back zipper was closed, Bonnie was amazed at how it felt. She spun around in front of the mirror, caressing her latex-covered sides with her palms. She could no longer help herself. The words simply slipped past her lips. “If this was mine, I’d never take it off!”
"See what I mean about the feeling of tight latex?", her mom added. Sure enough, to this day, Bonnie has remained hooked.
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I would like to thank the above folks, for allowing me pen their story. Needless to say, their names have been changed. But, the latex and leather are still the same.
R. S. Sherwood
