Leslie and Ann are roommates in college that, unbeknownst to them, each have the same fetish for latex and bondage. Each keeps a gimp (a latex submissive) in various places in their lives and attempt to hide them from each other, unsure how the other will react...

Leslie was a beautiful young college girl. She ran track on a scholarship, always got A's in her classes and was the model student. This didn't stop her from having fun every once in a while though: if she was done with her homework and training for track and had nothing else on her plate, she would hit the bar with her friends and go party for a night. Leslie kept a secret though, something that was secret to everyone in her life: she owned someone. She didn't literally own them like slaves could be owned 200 years ago, but she was the dominant in someone's life. That someone was Sarah.

Sarah had met Leslie the year previous in a calculus class when they were both sophomores in college. They had immediately hit it off and became great friends. Sarah was the first person that Leslie had (unintentionally) revealed her bondage fetishes to, and was relieved to learn that Sarah felt the same way. They both had the same fascination with latex and bondage, and to each others delight, they loved the same thing from the opposite sides. Leslie had always wished to be able to watch people be tied up and restrained in latex and bondage, and Sarah had always dreamed of being tied up that way.

Ever since that day, the two had been in a relationship. Sarah had dropped her college classes to become a full-time sub to Leslie, and now lived as a latex 'pet' to Leslie in her car. For the past 6 months, Leslie and Sarah had loved each other and love their latex relationship. Sarah was kept in a metal cage that Leslie had built herself underneath the back seat in her car. The cage was kept amply provisioned with food and water, it was heated and cooled, it was truly a bondage dream for Sarah. She wore a latex suit, a tight corset, heels, a hood and was gagged at all times as she lay underneath the back seat, reveling in her bondage.

Ann was a pretty, charming, cute girl in college. She worked hard in her classes and was almost exclusively a 'books' student: she got the highest grades, was the valedictorian in her high school, was even more of a model student than Leslie. She didn't run track, didn't have the widest social life, and spent most of her time in her room either studying or... playing with her submissive.

Ann was just like Leslie: she kept a secret from everyone in her life. The secret was that she was a latex nut, she loved anything to do with latex and bondage. During highschool, she had been dating another fetish, Bessie, for some time. Now that they were both adults and going to college, they had taken their relationship to another level: Bessie had asked to become a full-time submissive to Ann. Ann had agreed and spent the summer 'renovating' her dorm room to accommodate Bessie. She modified her bed so a cage could be slid under and up inside the mattress, fully concealing Bessie's existence.

For over two years, Bessie had lived in the cage under Ann's mattress, entirely unknown to Leslie. Ann piped water and food into the cage in secret, kept it heated and cooled and made Bessie as comfortable as possible. Bessie was permanently bound in a latex catsuit, pointed ballet heels, handcuffs and ankle shackles, a latex hood and a large inflatable gag that was removed maybe once a month when they got to play with each other for an extended period of time. Ann had managed to keep Bessie secret from Leslie for their entire stay as roommates. Bessie had never actually met Leslie, she just knew that Ann had a roommate she was being kept secret from. The pair loved each other dearly and never wanted to leave their relationship.

Leslie

It was a Friday night. By some miracle I had finished all my homework for the weekend and had the entire thing free. I had turned down an invite to the bar to go drink and have fun for the night. instead I planned to have a different kind of fun.

I sat behind the steering wheel of my '05 pickup. I had held onto the thing mostly since it was a gift from my parents when I had left for college. It was old, had over 200,000 miles and got maybe 15 miles to the gallon. It wasn't good by any means, but it still worked and meant I didn't need to get a new car. I looked in my rear-view mirror, glancing at the back seat of the crew cab. I knew that underneath there, perfectly concealed, was my girlfriend Sarah. It would be literally impossible for anyone to know she was under there: they would have to pull the seat forward, find a hidden latch, flip a cover over the top of a trapdoor, use a key that Leslie kept around her neck at all times, then open it to reveal Sarah in her bound, latex-clad state. Her hands would be cuffed to either side of the metal cage she had built inside the compartment, keeping her wrists up next to her head.

I drove towards the normal spot I went to whenever I had a free weekend to have some fun with Sarah: a deserted parking lot outside of town off a dirt road. I think its meant to be the parking lot for some trail that people could take to go run or bike or hike or something, I just know it's never used past 9pm.

I turned onto the dirt road off the highway and began the bouncing drive out the three or four miles. I knew that under the seat, Sarah would know what was happening and where we were going. She was gagged and the compartment was lined with sound-proof foam so I wouldn't be able to hear her, but I knew she was beginning to get worked up and prepared for our night of fun.

Ann

I knew Leslie was leaving this Friday night. She had packed her stuff in the morning before her classes and said she would be gone for the weekend. She did this roughly once a month, she said she was visiting her family. So far, she had never come back early. Once she began to get ready, I knew that this weekend was going to be one for me Bessie.

Leslie left at around 5:00pm. I waited for an hour or so to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, then began to get prepared for the night. I drew the blinds closed and put my own padlock on the door, just in case Leslie came back. Her key wouldn't be able to open the door, making sure she couldn't accidentally burst in on Bessie and I during our funtime.

Next, I slid my mattress off of my bed. There was no space under my bed that just looked to be a boxspring from the look of the bedframe, but there was no boxspring. Under the matress was a sheet of plywood that appeared to be nailed down. In fact, when I slid my hand between the wall and the frame, I was able to flip a latch that released the board. Removing this board revealed the metal frame of a cage. Within the cage, clad in latex and metal, laid Bessie, tightly blindfolded and gagged with her hands cuffed in front of her and her legs shackled. I smiled at her as I saw her begin to stir as she realized I had opened her compartment. I laid down on top of the cage and reached down into it and gently caressed Bessie's chest. She immediately perked up and moaned into her gag in happiness, just as excited as I was for the weekend ahead of us.

Leslie

I parked the truck in the parking lot, behind some trees. I turned the headlights off and turned the lights in the cabin on. The generator I used to power Sarah's compartment also powered the lights in the cabin, so I could turn the truck off without worry that the truck wouldn't start later that weekend when I was ready to leave.

Excited, I hopped into the back seat. Before getting Sarah out, I had to prepare myself. From a similar compartment underneath the driver seat I procured some of the gear I had brought. The first thing was a latex catsuit. I quickly pulled my shorts and t-shirt off that I had worn for track practice, then pulled my underwear off next. I pulled out a bottle of oil and quickly covered my body in it, then slid into the tight catsuit. It was probably a size to small for me, but it made the experience more enjoyable in my opinion. The constant pressure from all sides of the plasic-y latex just made me feel so good.

I quickly slid my feet into a pair of black, shiny latex heels. I pulled latex shoulder-length gloves over my hands and arms and then used my rear-view mirror to apply some dark purple lipstick and matching purple eyeliner.. I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail, then crawled back into the back seat.

I thumped a few times on the seat to mess with Sarah a little bit, then pressed my ear against the seat. Straining, I heard no sounds. 'Good' I thought to myself. 'The foam hasn't broken down yet'. I flipped the switch that pulled the back seat forward and out of the way, then reached down and opened the cover on the hidden compartment. Inserting my key into the lock and pulling a hidden latch at the same time, I pulled the cover up and away, revealing Sarah laying there. She was twisting her body excitedly, getting herself worked up for when I would eventually pull her out. I smiled.

"Oh Sarah, you know I'm the only one allowed to turn you on!" I playfully but sternly smacked her left tit, to which she moaned happily into her gag. She had a blindfold on and was gagged, but didn't have anything covering her ears. She could hear everything going on outside, but nobody could hear her.

I used the key to unlock the cuffs restraining her wrists to either side of the cage. I grabbed her underneath her shoulders and hauled her up and out, taking care to not pull her into the side of the opening into the compartment. Her latex-clad body shook slightly as she flexed her stiff muscles from being held in the compartment for so long.

"Sorry for wait, I know it's been almost a month since I pulled you out but I had things to do!" Sarah moaned into her gag, 'don't worry about it' was the gist of it. She felt around with her hands (they were kept in strict leather mittens that I hadn't removed since she had entered her cage the first time), finding my body. Sarah crawled around, orientating herself, then cuddled up against me. I smiled, touched by her caring. I hadn't realized how much she had missed me. I guess I didn't realize how much I had missed her either.

"Don't worry girl, I missed you too." We sat and cuddled for a long while, Sarah softly moaning into her gag, me sighing deeply. I knew we would eventually get to our bondage fun, but right now, we just sat and appreciated each other's company in bliss.

Ann

I uncuffed Bessie with the key I keep on my bracelet. I slowly pulled her up out of the bed, helping her stand up. She had been bound under my bed for almost a month, so I let her take her time as she stretched and got used to not laying down. I sat down on the floor and guided her to sit next me, she couldn't see anything so I led her to sit next to me in the middle of the room. We sat and snuggled a bit, I stroked her hair while she cuddled up into my lap. After a few minutes, I asked her if she was ready to have some fun. She nodded her hooded, blindfolded head after a moment. "Perfect! Lets have some fun!"

I left Bessie on the floor in the middle of the room and returned to her compartment under my bed. I opened a small panel underneath where Bessie would lay to reveal a ton of bondage gear I had collected over the years. There were leather belts, hoods, padlocks, an armbinder, coils of rope, gags, blindfolds, everything a self-respecting dominatrix would need to own. Underneath all of it though was a latex catsuit, fit perfectly to my size. I pulled it out and, checking on Bessie one more time, slipped into the bathroom and put it on. I removed my clothing and underwear, oiled myself up, then slipped quickly into the catsuit. The catsuit included 'socks' and 'gloves', basically just making sure that every part of my body was covered in latex up to my neck.

I returned to the room where Bessie was still sitting in the same spot on the floor. She scratched at her backside with her hands that were held in tight latex gloves with a small padlock at the wrist to keep her hands bound tightly into fists. I playfully plopped down next to her and scratched her backside for her, she moaned into her gag and twisted her body into my touch. I laughed and scratched at her back with my nails, going around her stiff latex corset and making her moan with pleasure and twitch a little.

Quickly, I pulled one of the leather belts from the bed out from where I had set it down behind me and quickly belted Bessie's leg into a frogtie, doing the same to her other leg with another belt. Bessie began squirming in anticipation, moaning into her gag.

"Oh, you like that don't you?" I chuckled. I grabbed the leather armbinder from the stash and pulled it over her arms, expertly cinching the buckles down. Bessie let me put it on, twisting her bound legs to try to stimulate herself. With the armbinder in place, I stepped back and watched Bessie struggle on the floor, testing out her bonds. I retrieved a vibrator from the stash of bondage gear and walked to the far side of the room. I switched it on and the sounds of the vibrator made Bessie stop where she was and listen.

"Alright Bessie, if you want this, you better come over here!" I said sternly with a large smile on my face. Bessie moaned into her gag, then began to push her body towards me. Her arms were completely useless behind her back, so she pushed herself forward rubbing her chest into the ground as she tried to get a grip with her knees. I laughed as I began to use the vibrator on myself, watching Bessie struggle towards me. I had missed this type of stimulation, it felt good to be back at it.

Bessie made it to me before I could climax. She kept pushing forwards until her head hit my feet. She nuzzled her head into my latex-clad feet, moaning into her gag. 'Cmon, I made it here, now give me my reward!'

"Haha, OK, you win. I leaned down and pulled the bound, blindfolded and gagged Bessie up into my lap. I stroked her chest with hand while I gave her her reward with the vibrator in my other hand as she twitched and moaned, wiggling her legs to stimulate herself even further.

Just as she was about climax, I removed the vibrator. Her pleasured moans halted and were replaced by a groan of frustration, she flipped her hooded heads towards me in obvious annoyance. "Oh Bess, you're gonna have to work harder than THAT for your reward!" I laughed as I pushed her playfully to the ground and walked over to the other side of the room. I turned the vibrator back to myself and watched Bessie struggle across the carpet, her bound body wiggling in frustration as she slowly made her way back to me.

Leslie

Sarah and I had sat for almost an hour before we began our fun. The cab was quite cramped, so I had picked her up and carried her into the bed of the truck where we had more room to have fun. I had put her in a tight leather armbinder and had bound her legs together with belts at the ankles, knees, calves and thighs. I had put a vibrator set to low strapped to her crotch and made it her challenge to get herself to climax while I watched her struggle with my own vibrator,. With her hands bound behind her back and her thighs tightly stuck together, the only way she could pleasure herself was to rub the vibrator back and forth, trying to increase what little stimulation it provided. I watched her struggle in the back of the truck for almost twenty minutes (still dry) before I had thoroughly enjoyed myself, reaching my own climax. After coming down from my high, I decided to help her out.

"Don't worry Sarah, I can help you out. Do you need help?"

"MMmmmm..."

" 'Yes', what?"

"MMmmmm mmmph-mmmrrpp!"

"That's much better. Now, come over here and let me help you out."

Sarah wiggled and slid herself over to me in the bed of the truck, where I was sitting up against the cab. I pulled her up into my lap and bumped the intensity of the vibrator up a tad to the moans of pleasure from Ann. I caressed her body as I played with her, waiting for her to climax. Her moans grew louder and louder and she thrust her hips forward more and more until finally... "MMMM!!" Sarah hit her max.

Breathing heavily through her nose, I rolled her back onto the floor of the truck. I began to get things in the bed prepared for the night: I unrolled the large camping mattress that was extremely comfortable and grabbed two pillows from the cab. Setting everything up with bedsheets and pillows, I pulled the tailgate closed and pulled the cab cover shut. The back of the truck, brightly lit by the lights powered by my generator, was now as cozy as a small camper. The cab cover kept us hidden from the outside world, and we eventually drifted off to sleep together, cuddling, Sarah still tightly bound and myself stroking her body gently.

Ann

After a couple hours of playing I finally allowed Bessie to climax. I had made challenges for her everywhere from finding a key on the floor blindfolded to crawling about the room in under a certain time before I finally settled down and gave her what she wanted. It's always fun to completely dominate someone, prove you have all the power over them and they have no power whatsoever. I had taken Bessie to the very edge of climaxing several times, just to frustrate her yet again. Finally though, she had proven herself worthy of cumming and I had let her climax as we cuddled on the floor.

Her shuddering moans as she flexed into her climax in my arms made me smile. I truly missed this kind of thing. "Don't worry Bess, I won't make you wait this long again. Ever", I whispered softly into her ear. I think we both felt the same way about the month-long wait of getting to play with each other. Nothing over two weeks from now on.

We cuddled on the floor for a few minutes after Bessie finished. After a bit, I stood up and went into the bathroom to clean myself up. Bessie had all the stuff she needed to stay clean down in her private parts, I had made that sure when she had put on the latex suit over two years ago. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like living underneath someone's bed for two years, completely at their mercy to when you get to talk, move, cum, see anything, do anything... Literally the entirety of Bessie's life was in my hands.

I came back out to see Bessie still frogtied and bound, still gagged and blindfolded and hooded, slowly crawling around, enjoying her bondage.

"Alright Bess, waddya say it's time to get some rest?"

"mmmmnnmnm..."

"Wonderful, I'll put the bed back together."

I pulled the plywood cover back into place, then pulled the mattress back onto the bedframe. I struggled to lift Bessie up onto the bed (since I'm on the smaller size), but with her groans and moans of helping to climb up, we eventually both made it onto the bed together. We eventually drifted off to sleep, cuddling together, Bessie still in her armbinder and frogtie and me in my latex suit.