Giving Dorothea and Sally a little break, I started a little story about how (maybe) real DA beauty Lady Latex became what she is now.
I. A Visit at Night
Susan breathed slightly when she reached the door of her flat. Since she had moved to London, she had been quite successful at her job and so, last year, she had been able to buy a flat in the Docklands. The house was located directly at the river Thames, offering an excellent view over the river. When she was on her little balcony, she could see the Tower Bridge in the distance. Of course, such a location had it`s price and so, Susan`s appartement was rather small, offering only one, albeit quite big, room, together with a small bathroom, an even smaller kitchen and a corridor of some two square yards. The house had no elevator and so, Susan had had to walk the steps to the third floor, but that was not the only reason her breath had accelerated a bit. It also had to do with the content of her shopping bag.
Her move to London had also been a bit of a culture shock for Susan. The city`s streets were crowded with people, not only of all folks, but also members of every sub-culture. Of course, Susan had expected to see Punks or Mods walking around, but one day in the underground, a woman had sat beside her. First, she had thought that she had been wearing a silky dress, but when she had sat down, a slight crunching had told her that the woman`s dress had been made of latex. First, Susan had tried to treat it like one more of London`s extravagances, but then, the specific fragrance of the material, mixed with the woman`s perfume, had reached her senses and she had also been fascinated by the way the tight latex emphasized her curves. Susan had obviously lost a bit of her contenance, for the woman had noticed her watching. With a smile, she had lolled about in her seat, giving Susan even more of a display. Blushing violently, Susan had left the Underground at the next station.
However, from this day on, she had been intrigued. The very evening, she had googled for „latex clothes“ and had only stopped looking at the variety of clothes and acessoires when her alarm clock had told her that she had spent the whole night at her computer.
Susan knew that there were several clubs and discotheques where people could go and live their latex fetish openly. Even that fetish had more or less reached the mainstream. But she was a shy person and, being past her 40th birthday, she thought that the people there would consider her an old woman playing young. So, she kept on watching from the distance. But albeit being shy about her desires, Susan was far from being old fashioned. In the 21st century, everyone could order nearly everything and stay anonymous. And since Susan did not go out very often and was paid well, she could easily spend a few Pounds for her secret desires.
It had started with a tight black latex dress, inspired by the one the woman in the Underground had been wearing. Though the Amazon box had been as neutral as ever, Susan had thought that the delivery man knew what was in it and she had slightly blushed and lowered her head when signing the delivery note. The feeling of doing something forbidden had remained even when she had closed the door of her flat, but now, it felt also exiting – like stealing cookies when she had been a child.
She had opened the box in her combined sleeping/living room. It was dominated by a large bed. it could be turned into a couch, but Susan only did so on the rare occasions when she had guests.
The dress had had some traces of talc powder on it, but Susan had not bothered rinsing it. The slight fragrance of rubber had fascinated her and she had buried her face in the material, enjoying how the smooth latex caressed her skin. Then, after she had closed the curtains, though there wasn`t anyone to watch anyway, she had stripped completely before putting on the dress.
Since it had been the first time, it had be a bit bothersome to get the tight dress closed, but then, Susan had gasped when she had felt how the latex caressed her body, how it slightly clung to her skin. For a while, she had just been standing there, posing in her new dress and enjoying the new, arousing feeling. When she had seen herself in her wand mirror, she had felt a little shocked: her cheeks had reddened and she could clearly see that her now hardened nipples were visible through the tight material. Susan had felt like doing something forbidden, but at the same time, she had cupped her ample breasts and massaged them, rubbing the latex over her sensitive skin. The sight of her slightly open lips and her heaving bust in the mirror had somehow added to her arousal. After a while, Susan had reached under her skirt.
From now on, more and more latex clothes had found their way into Susan`s cubboard. Always, she had taken care that nobody noticed about her desire. Of course, she knew that she was doing nothing forbidden. In a city like London, having a clothes fetish was not even something unusual. But Susan had decided to keep it as a secret. Being considered as a shy and slightly stuffily person by her colleagues – among them, there was no one she would have called a friend – somehow felt like she had a secret identity. Within her four walls, she was „Lady Latex“.
During the months, she had sometimes even worn some latex garments hidden under her normal clothes. Once, she had even put on her latex bra and panties and worn them for work. It had been a warm day and so, the rubber had felt like a permanent touch to her body. Susan had never been so aware of the fact that she was an attractive and sensual woman whilst she had been doing her daily work at the same time. It had been an overwhelming experience – though she had felt rather exhausted when she had reached her home that evening.
This afternoon, Susan had gone one small step further. For the first time, she had went to a shop and bought something made of latex whithout hiding in the internet`s anonymity. It had only been a pair of boots that looked rather plain than kinky, but they were made of latex and she had bought them for her new outfit she had decided to try that very evening.
Quickly, Susan took a shower before she went into her bedroom where she had prepared everything already. She first took a pair of black latex panties. They were exactly like she liked such garments to be: they were plain, but had a rim made of red lace. This rim was latex, too, but even from the close distance, these panties looked as if they were made of silk or satin and only she knew that they weren`t. In addition, they looked quite modest on the front side, but consisted only of a narrow thong at the backside. Susan slowly pulled them up her legs and enjoyed as they snuggled up to her skin and the thong was embedded between her buttocks. Susan moved her hips and enjoyed the feeling. She had even completely shaved off her pubic hair to intensify the touch, though she had felt like behaving bad and kinky when she had done so.
Next, she put on a pair of black, but transparent pantyhose. This of course was made of nylon, but Susan liked the way the tight (she always took her pantyhose one size too small) material helped to emphasize her legs and in addition, it pressed the latex panties against her pubic mound, feeling like a caress on every move. Besides, it would have been inconvenient to wear latex boots on bare feet.
Susan picked up the next piece of garment, a white blouse that looked like those a librarian or a secretary would have worn in the 50ies. From the distance. In fact, this blouse was made of sheer latex, too, and it felt marvelous on Susan`s bare skin. When buttoning it close, she could not help rubbing the material over her boobs.
Her new boots and a knee-length tight black skirt (made of latex, of course) completed the outfit. Susan smiled at her image in the mirror. If someone would see her now, he would consider her a well-behaved and harmless woman and only the slight shimmering of the material told that she in fact now had become Lady Latex.
Since she had come from the shower, she still had her hair in a bun, but Susan decided that wearing a pair of glasses would complete the innocent image. She opened her cupboard and began rummaging for a pair of glasses she knew were hidden somewhere in her drawers.
Suddenly, she heard a sound close behind her. Susan gasped and rose, but before she could turn around, strong arms clamped her upper body and arms and a hand clamped her mouth shut.
„Mhhmm? Uuhhmmmmm!“
Susan now squirmed and tried to break free, but her attackers just pulled her to her bed. she tried to get her mouth free, but the man silencing her just increased his grip.
„Mmhhmmmmph! Hhhmmmm!“
„Hold still, then no one get`s hurt!“
Suddenly, the blade of a knife appeared in front of Susan`s eyes and with a gasp, she fell silent. The man however kept his hand over her mouth whilst the other one now pulled her hands behind her back.
Susan mewed with alarm as she felt an iron grip tighten around her wrists. Then, the man released her and when Susan tried to move her arms, she recognized that her hands had been cuffed behind her back.
„Mmhhmmph!“
Now, the other one took his hand from her mouth, but before Susan could utter a scream. Something big and soft was stuffed into her mouth. She tried to fight the intruding mass with her tongue, but the men now worked together and with her hands tied, the 5`2`` woman was no match for them. Soon, her mouth was stuffed full and several layers of black duct tape were wrapped over her mouth and around the lower half of her face.
Panting, Susan looked at her attackers with fear. They were dressed completely in black and their heads were hidden under black hoods, leaving only their eyes free. The area were Susan was living was considered to have a low crime rate and besides, Susan possessed no values. Of course, every day people were murdered for just a few pounds, but somehow, these two men didn`t seem like ordinary junkies to her.
„Oh, did you prepare for going out or do you just enjoy such things in the secret?“
One of the men let his hands wander over her arms and hips and had discovered that she was dressed in latex. Susan could not help blushing, though that really wasn`t her biggest problem now. Indeed, her thoughts got distracted when the other man now pushed up her tight skirt.
„Mmhhmmph! Nnngggg!“
Susan tried to flail, but the man just grabbed her booted ankles and forced them down, bringing them parallel to each other. This forced Susan to sit with her thighs open and her skirt was now crumpled around her waist. In the mirror, she could see that her panties now were clearly visible.
However, the man only seemed interested in restraining her further. Taking a belt from her drawer, he wrapped it around her lower legs and buckled it tight. Then, they just grabbed her arms, carried her over to the corridor and sat her on the carpet.
When the two men nopw started rummaging through her drawers and cupboards, Susan tested her gag and screamed. She knew that her door was quite heavy and that her neighbors would not be able to hear her, gagged as she was.
The door! It was just some yard away from her and perhaps, she could reach it whilst the men were searching for her valuables. Forced to sit in a lotus position, Susan could not stand up, but she managed to crawl close to the door on her butt. Now, the door knob was only a few inches away from her face! Taking a deep breath through her nose, she tried to reach it with her chin.
„Hey, what`s that going to be, Lady?“
Susan mewed with alarm when one of the masked men suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her back inside her sleeping room. There, she could see that the two burglars had already searched through everything. Piles of clothes, books and other things were lying everywhere. To her surprise, they had even emptied her jewelry drawer to the floor instead of putting it`s content into a bag. The other man just entered the room, coming from her bathroom. In his hands, he had the rattan box in which Susan put her dirty laundry.
„The Lady just tried to get away from us! Obviously, she doesn`t like our being here!“
„Well, we are almost done here anyway! So, in a few minutes, she might begin to forget that all this has ever happened! But before...“
Susan`s eyes widened as he approached her. These men obviously had not found what they had come for. And now, they would try to get their fun otherwise. Susan`s fears were heatened when they threw her on her bed and she screamed through her gag and tried to crawl away from the two intruders.
However, her worst fear did not come true. Instead, one of the men dumped his backpack on the bed and began rummaging through it. Meanwhile, his colleague said:
„Obviously, you are not the one we have been looking for. So, we will be gone in a few minutes and once you have cleaned up your flat, you might think of our visit as just an evil nightmare. We just have to make sure that you won`t be able to call the police too soon!“
Susan mmphed through her gag. So, these men did not intent to rape her, but her relief was disturbed by his last sentence. Obviously, they intented to leave her here, bound and gagged as she was – or even more heavily restrained.
The other man had now produced another pair of handcuffs. Working together, they uncuffed her left wrist, but tied it to this other cuff before pulling her arms to the top sides of the bed. since this bed also was a couch, it had no bed posts and so, they tried to fix the open ends of the cuffs to the foots. Since the bed was rather large and Susan a rather small woman, this meant stretchin gher arms to the limit.
„If we tie her up like this, she will get bruises on her wrists“, one of the men considered. Susan wondered that they took care of such things, but indeed, they let her go for the moment. One of them kept her wrists clamped in his hands whilst the other one searched the piles of clothes on her carpet.
„There, these should do!“, he said, throwing a pair of latex gloves on the bed. It were her black opera gloves. They were quite thick and would indeed offer some protection from the steel cuffs. However, there was a problem that Susan and the other man discovered at the same time.
„These will never go over her sleeves!“
„Well, there is only one way to solve this problem!“
Susan`s eyes widened when the man now removed the cuffs from her wrists. She involuntarily rubbed her hands whilst he now fixed the cuffs to the bed`s feet. Then, she thought of trying another escape, but with her legs still tied and the other man watching her, this was a fruitless task. In addition, he now drew a gun.
„If my partner has removed your leg tie, you will stand up and remove your blouse. Don`t try anything silly, or you will lose more than just your dignity!“
As on keyword, his accomplice untied the belt around her lower legs. Susan stretched her legs and tried to pull her skirt back into place. Then, she reached up for her gag.
„No, leave that where it is! We will see to your gag later, but now, just stand up and remove your blouse! Do it slowly and keep your front facing to us! Unfortunately, we haven`t brought any music, but if you refuse or try to run away, we have at least one big bang for you!“
He showed her his gun. Susan had raised from the bed, but she now was shaking her head. She just couldn`t do as she had just been told! She couldn`t!
„Do you think that you can hit her right knee?“
The man raised his gun, but now, Susan mewed with fear and started to work on the first button of her latex blouse.
„Slowly, dear, slowly! We want to enjoy the show!“
„Mmhhrrmmm!“
However, her muffled protests didn`t help Susan and so, she continued to work on the buttons with trembling fingers. The men watched with interest as her cleavage became wider and wider and even with their masks hiding their faces, Susan could have sworn that the left one had licked his lips.
When the blouse was open, one of the men made a gesture, telling her to get on, and reluctantly, Susan now removed her blouse, presenting her bare, ample boobs to the two thugs. She blushed from embarrassment, but didn`t dare to cover her breasts with her hands.
„Wow, is it cold in here or are you enjoying that, too?“
„Mph!“
Indeed, Susan`s nipples had grown hard and erect. It was a reaction from sheer fear and the men of course knew this, but took the opportunity to humiliate her further.
„Good! Now, for the skirt!“
With a sigh, Susan opened the zip and shimmied the tight latex skirt down her legs. The transparent pantyhose did little to hide her skimpy panties, but when the skirt had landed on the floor, the men obviously were satisfied.
„You may keep the rest of your garments on, Lady! Now, please put on the gloves and lie on your back!“
Relieved that at least her most private parts would remain covered, Susan stepped from her skirt and took the long opera gloves. They went over her elbows and were made of rather thick latex and so, she had difficulties in putting the second one on. One of the thugs offered his help, but with a furious groan, Susan increased her efforts and managed to put it on by herself. Then, she lowered herself to the bed.
Again, her arms were stretched to her sides and tied with the cuffs. Susan felt as if they were trying to rip her into two. The gloves upholstered the cuffs a bit, but the position still was straining and inconvenient. Besides, she now had no chance to hide her breasts from view. Everyone, including any rescuer, would see her topless.
Now, another thought haunted Susan`s mind: there would be no rescue! It was Friday evening and she had decided to spend the weekend alone with her secret fetish and had no appointments. No one would miss her before Monday and it would be Tuesday before anyone would come around and look for her.
„I must tell them to call the police after they have made their getaway!“
Susan frantically tried to communicate through her gag, but the men seemed to show no interest in her currently. Instead, one of them had now taken her broom and removed the mop. For some terrible seconds, Susan thought that he intended to produce a makeshift stake and impale her when he took his knife and started to wok on the stick. However, he just cut two grooves to the ends before he placed it on the foot end of the bed, took a coiled rope from his bag and cut two lengths.
„A hand, please!“
Despite Susan`s flailing and squirming, they tightly tied her booted ankles to the broomstick`s ends, forcing her to keep her legs spread. The grooves ensured that she would not be able to get her legs any closer, no matter how hard the bound woman tried.
„Mmhhrrrmmmph! Uuhhmmph!“
„Oh yes, your gag, thank you for reminding us of that!“
The man rose and went for her laundry drawer. Quite unceremoneously, he emptied it to the floor and began rummaging through her garments. Susan could not see what he was doing, but it felt embarrassing that this burglar was touching her unspeakables.
„So, you obviously do give other materials than latex a chance, Lady!“, the man said, throwing two pieces of cloth to the bed. With horror, Susan recognized it as two pairs of her panties – the modest, fullback ones she wore at work.
„Do you think that they will be nice?“, he asked his colleague.
The next thing made Susan feel like she had left her horrific reality and entered an – equally horrific – freak show. The man lifted his mask to reveal his nose. Then, he took the white pair, turned it inside out and took a deep sniff from the crotch part. He literally seemed to inhale Susan`s fragrance. Then, he repeated the procedure with the black pair before holding this pair up.
„These will be more tasty, I think!“
To Susan`s horror, the other man now sniffed on both her panties, too and she could not help blushing like a beetroot. She had no own washing mashine and the laundry service had been on holidays for two weeks. So, Susan had decided to wear her underwear for more than one day to avoid a big heap of dirty laundry. She had been wearing the white panties for two days and the black ones for three. Of course, they now had a stronger fragrance than usual.
When now the man put away her panties and started to peel the tape from her mouth, Susan`s first thought was to be relieved. Now, she could tell him that he had to call the police and-
However, the poor woman never was given the chance to do so. Once the tape had been removed, he placed his hand over Susan`s mouth, preventing her from expelling her gag. His accomplice had meanwhile balled up her black panties and held them to her nose.
„Mmhhmmph! Uuhhmmph! Nnnggg! Mmhhmph!“
Susan desperately tried to communicate through her gag, ignoring the irritating fragrance that tingled her nose. She wanted to get her mouth free, but the man pressed her head into her pillow. Then, he took his other hand and pinched her nose shut.
„Mmmhrrrrmmm! Hhhrrrmrmmm! Uuuhhmmmph!“
Susan increased her writhing and tired to get some air into her lungs. Her views became dizzy and she already felt her senses weaken. Then, the cloth was yanked from her mouth.
„Aaauuhhmmmph!“
Greedily, Susan tried to suck in some fresh air and it took her some time to realize that the other man had taken the opportunity to cram her worn panties deep into her mouth. His accomplice had meanwhile freed her nose and so, Susan was panting heavily until she realized that now, her mouth was once again thoroughly stuffed.
„Mmhhmmph! Uuhhmmm!“
Laughing, one man held his hand over her gagged mouth whilst the other one now took her white panties and put them over her head. Again, Susan`s wriggling only prolonged the men`s next step in humiliating her only for a few seconds. The panties were pulled completely over her face and they took great care that the crotch part covered her nose. Then, one of the men once more reached for his bag.
„A kinky Lady like you will sure know such a thing!“
Susan indeed knew what the man was holding in his hand, but this did not ease the situation for her. It was something most of the fetish stores that offered latex clothing also had in their stocks: a harness gag. It looked like an ordinary ball gag, but it had more straps to secure it to th wearer`s head.
The man wedged the big red ball between Susan`s lips, pressing the panties gagging her even deeper into her throat and cheeks. Also, this pressed the panties hooding her against her lips. He tightly buckled the straps protruding from the ball`s ends in the back of her neck, but his colleague kept his hand clamped over Susan`s mouth. They both knew from experience that outside from movies, one could quite easily work such a gag free by wriggling his chin.
When he had fastened the buckles, the man took the next straps. They protruded from the straps that went around Susan`s head, some inch apart from the corners of her mouth. These straps met at the top of her forehead from where a single strap could be pulled tight and fixed to a bucle at her nape. When he had done so, the other man removed his hand and closed the final strap that went under Susan`s chin and forced her to bite down hard on her gag when it was tightened.
„Mph!“
Now, Susan`s moans were reduced to throaty groans that would not be heard on the corridor. But the men were not finished. Obviously enjoying her frantic mewing and her weak struggles, they took their time searching through her dirty laundry until they chose a pair of beige pantyhose. This too was pulled over her head and again, they ensured that the gusset was covering her nose. Then, the pantyhose`s legs were wound around her neck and knotted before one of the men once more took his roll of black duct tape and wound some ten rounds over her gagged mouth.
„That should keep you silent until someone finds you!“
„Mhhmmm! Uuuhhmm!“
With every fibre of her body, Susan tried to make clear to this men that no one would find her before Tuesday if they didn`t take care of that. The man looked at her and suddenly, he asked:
„Are you trying to tell me something?“
„Mmhhmmm!“
Emphatically, Susan nodded her head. The man seemed to concentrate on her now, but then, he asked mockingly:
„Do you need to go to the bathroom? Well, I am afraid that that will have to wait!“
Rolling her eyes with frustration, Susan shook her head. Then, she realized with horror that this could also become a severe problem if she wasn`t found in time.
„Maybe, she`s afraid that nobody will find her for hours and hours, maybe days!“, the other man proposed. With a sigh of relief, Susan nodded.
„Of course, how thoughtless of me! After all, she can`t just call someone if she`s bored!“
To Susan`s dismay, he took the rope that was still lying on the bed, doubled it up and slung it around her waist. Then, he threaded the ends through the noose, pulling out the slack and building a rope belt.
„Mmhhmmph! Nnggg!“
The man ignored Susan`s muffled protests and brought the slip knot to her back. Then, to her horror and frustration, he reached under her body and between her legs, grabbed the ends and pushed them through her rope belt before he again pulled. Susan groaned as the ropes between her legs tightened. The man even increased the humiliation by making sure the ropes were embedded between her buttocks and were pressing directly on her sex before pulling them tight.
„Mmhrrrmm! Uuhmmm!“
„Usually, we would have equipped you with a vibrator or something to pass the time, but since you don`t have any, we have to improvise.“
He now pulled the rope`s ends to ´wards the foot end of the bed and slung them around the frame before he brought them back to the bed and knotted them off to the stick spreading Susan`s legs, but not before he had found the ideal compromise between too tight and too loose by trying.
„Now, you can have some fun by moving your legs. The more you bend your knees, the more the rope will press on your clit! Just find a rhythm you enjoy, you have plenty of time for doing so!“
„Mmhhrrmmmm! Uuhhhmmmph!“
Susan squirmed and screamed through her multiple gags, but now, the man packed their things into his bag whilst the other sat to her side. He bent forward and groped her ample boobs with his hands.
„What a pity we haven`t got more time to play with you.“
Susan groaned with fear and disgust, but obvioously, there was enough time to allow the man to play with her breasts for some minutes before his accomplice took over, taking some time kneading and massaging her boobs, too.
„So, Lady, the rest of the stimulation is up to you! We have work to do!“
Meanwhile, the other one had taken his mobile and took a photo of the helpless Susan that was lying in front of him, her arms and legs spread, her mouth gagged and her head hooded, with nothing to cover her forms but her boots, her pantyhose and her latex panties. When Susan once more tried to communicate through her gag, he put away the phone and said:
„Just as a prove to our employer that we have been here.“
„And as a memory for us, pretty Lady! But don`t be afraid, neither her nor us will put this on social media or send it to your boss!“
„Mmhhrrrrrmmmm! Uuuhhhmmmmm! Mph! Uuhhhmmmm!“
„I am sorry that we have to go now, too, but though you really look inviting like you are now, we would have to pay if we would mix up duty and pleasure. At least, if we`d mix it more than we already did!“
The two men chuckled and then, they left the bedroom. Through the open door, Susan could watch them remove ther hoods in her corridor before leaving her flat. She could even see a glimpse of the stairhouse and she screamed out her lungs to alert anyone. But two seconds later, she could hear her door fall into the lock. Susan now was helpless and alone and the only people knowing where she was were the two thugs who had left her like that, bound and gagged.
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