"Hello Lana,
I find your ideas highly erotic and frankly, intriguing.
We have already made a catsuit that can be put on without aid alone . The catsuit is made of very thick latex ( 1.0mm ) , yet very comfortable to wear because we all make catsuits to measure.
We had made with 2 models shootings with this suit and the models were the catsuit only with the help of others to take them off . A model has slept after the shooting in the catsuit and undressed him only after 3 days.
For your second idea, we can make you a pant with pockets for a Lelo Vibrator. It is remote controlled and has many modes. I suggest a separate pant, only in this combination the suit can be worn for a longer time. Of course , any other vibrator can be used with remote control..."
Lana crossed her thighs together... Peter Pick! The guy from Fantastic-Rubber had contacted her!
She'd sent in a suggestion a few days ago... She'd never tried latex before but she had so many fantasies, and so many ideas for suits. Partly wishful thinking, she just needed to know if it could be done, she knew she could never afford it. And so she composed an email, politely suggesting an idea for a suit design, one that would allow the wearer to slip in easily, but not get out without aid. She didn't have her hopes up, I mean, if you can get in, why can't you get out? The next question was an obvious one... if the suit could have... attachments inside them.
And then here she was now, sitting with her leg crossed over the other, feeling a damp spot appear on her pajamas, reading the reply from the wizards of latex.
"The fourth idea is not possible, because latex doesn't shrink like some PE-wrap.
Regards,
Peter Pick
Fantastic Rubber"
"Well, you can't have everything," She thought to herself.
She twirled her blonde hair in her finger next to her cheek for awhile, thinking for a moment. Her tongue peeking out between her lips. The room felt really warm and her cheeks were flushed. A look of determination came across her face and she began typing.
"Hi Peter,
Wow! I didn't expect such a detailed reply! Thanks so much for talking to me. I just wanted a bit of uh... clearing up, if you don't mind, 
: Do you mean to say that it's possible for someone to get into the suit, but not to take it off on her own? That sounds... really sexy... How did you manage to engineer that? Also, how much would such a suit cost?
: Do you mean to say that it's possible for someone to get into the suit, but not to take it off on her own? That sounds... really sexy... How did you manage to engineer that? Also, how much would such a suit cost?This may be a bit more personal, but the idea that I could get myself into something I can't get out of on my own is very arousing; though I certainly wish it could've be something I didn't know before going in. Sort of like a "more-than-she-bargained-for" scenario.
Thanks!
Lana"
Her stomach turned over in its place as she hit send, briefly regretting including the last paragraph. She chided herself for her lack of judgement, but the deed was done, and to be fair, he'd already had her all puckered up. The wizard had included some pictures in the email and Lana downloaded the zip file, fingers trembling slightly as she did so.
She shifted in her seat as the download whizzed by, and unzipped its contents. She was wet before, but now she was positively gushing. There were a few photos of a slender woman in black latex, taken from many angles. From the front, it was a woman wearing the most perfect catsuit she'd ever seen. It fit so well on the girl, completely devoid of creases, and yet you could tell how tightly it was squeezing the model. Her eyes traced the material down the girl's side, marveling at the perfect slickness of the latex, deliciously tight and all-encompassing. She moved to the next photo and her heart skipped a beat. She knew it'd be there, but seeing it in such detail...
The suit from the back, as expected, had no zipper. The suit had a high neckline, tightly closing above the base of the girl's neck, but the back was one solid piece of latex, tightly encasing her shoulder blades, her spine almost visible through the fabric. The suit... almost zipless, and the neck was so damned high... She looked at the girl's crotch, the only zipper on the suit. It was a pathetic 5-6 inch zip, useful only for access to the VIP club. The only way out was through the neck. Lana wanted... She needed to be inside that suit.
She was about to scour the internet for more pictures of this fantastic rubber suit, but she caught a glimpse of a little "(1)" next to her Gmail tab. Her heart fluttered. She called up her email, and sure enough, sitting in her priority inbox was a reply from FantasticRubber.
"Hello, Lana,
The catsuit I described is the standard catsuit from Fantastic Rubber, available from .25mm up to 1,0mm. The effect that the 1,0mm catsuit can't pull off without help was not intendet, it was a side-effect. Some customers have tried it and no one has ever been successful.
To put the suit on first oil the suit internal with silicone-oil. Than pull the upper suit over the lower suit and grap the suit like a jeans. When your legs are inside and the suit fits perfect in the crotch grap the suit under the armpits and pull the turtle-neck over your hips till the collar is at your waist.
Next step is to put your arms into the sleeves and raise your arms. Your arms slide into the sleeves and the collar slips over your shoulders. With some gymnastic motions the suit glides into the right position.
After some time (2minutes) the suit will build up a suction and your navel is clearly visible.
Now your power will not big enough to pull the collar over your shoulder down your arm to get the first arm free.
The suit will be found here: fantasticrubber.de/en/products…
Regards,
Peter Pick"
Lana jumped on the link, cursing herself for not properly exploring the company's website. As she did so, she was greeted by a barrage of pictures, of models dressed in catsuits of various colors and designs, all without exit zippers! Lana let out a shuddering breath as she clicked through the photos. She brought her hand to her crotch, feeling the damp warmth radiating through the thin fabric of her sleep shorts... oh, how she wished it was latex between her and her finger. Right hand on her mouse, she clicked on, seeing the tightly clad bodies of the girls, how the latex sucked them tight, how it -oh my...- vacuum sealed into their navels. Her left hand found her short's waist band and slipped in slowly, feeling the tight caress of her cotton underwear.
She imagined herself in the suit, how the zipper pulled tight against her naked crotch, splitting her down the middle. She imagined the material and its crushing tightness, following her every movement, no muscle could move to strain against... it was just too perfect for that. Nothing she could do... Nothing at all could stop the relentless tightness across her body. her finger found her erect clitoris through her panties and she pressed down hard, her right hand covering her mouth as she moaned loudly.
Her left hand pressing hard, she rubbed herself through the cotton, but in her mind it was latex. In her mind, it covered her whole body. In her mind, it wasn't her finger. It was a lelo vibe, and it was inside her [Lana's fingers pressed deep into her, pulling the cotton deep into her body. her thumb pressing firmly on her clit, rubbing herself passionately]. In her mind, her hands were at her neck, desperately pulling at the seam [Lana rocked her hips, taking shallow breaths, her voice escaping as a soft moan with each exhalation.]. In her mind, the vibrator sprang to life suddenly, she didn't know where the remote was. She pulled away from it, trying to escape... [Lana's hips thrust backwards...] ...but the suit held the vibe tightly against her body... [...her fingers following her pelvis, rubbing herself more and more intensely...] ...the vibe was relentless... [...Lana moaned out loudly...] ...the suit was too tight, she could not escape the vibrations inside her... [...she rubbed herself faster, panting now...] ...the rubber was so tight all around her... [...her free hand grabbed at her breast, squeezing them firmly...] ...and it was fucking her to oblivion! [Lana arched her back and pressed her hand firmly into her crotch, as her muscles spasmed delightfully and she exploded into a huge orgasm. Her moaning grew slower but more intense as each contraction of her muscles stifled her voice, and she struggled to breathe through the intense sensations that rocked her body.]
As Lana came down from her high, she felt the painful reality rush up to meet her. Despite the pleasurable afterglow of her orgasm, she'd reach the end of the the gallery and her attention turned to the pricelist. Lana sighed. There was no way she was going to be able to afford a fantastic rubber catsuit. Not while she was still struggling to pay for university. Lana closed the tab, and the browser switched back to her gmail tab. Lana read the email from FantasticRubber again, and she leaned forward to type.
"Peter, your words really do light a fire inside me. Unfortunately, I think for me, a FantasticRubber experience is far away in the future /: I'm currently going through university so my income is virtually nil. I have some leotards from when I was younger, but they are all lycra/spandex/microfibers. I have never touched latex before.
Either way, I'm really happy that you took the time to reply a curious girl's questions. Maybe one day I can try it.
Thanks,
Lana"
With that, Lana closed the lid on her laptop. She reached down to her shorts and cupped her crotch.
"I guess I have to change..." Lana stood and took off her shorts and her knickers, both soaking wet from her little... session... earlier. She threw them into a little basket by her bed, resolving to have them rinsed once she was changed. The basket was, however, mostly full. Her procrastination snowballing the laundry job she'd have to do...
"...tomorrow." She finished in her head. "I'll do it tomorrow."
Clad only in a small shirt, Lana opened her drawer to search for another pair of shorts to sleep in, but apart from a few pairs of denim shorts, there was nothing much else she could wear. She frowned; she didn't like the idea of sleeping naked. But then... her frown turned into a grin as a naughty thought crossed her mind. Maybe she didn't have to sleep naked. Still a little turned on by the tight suits in her computer, Lana opened her wardrobe and reached deep within. As her hands brushed against something soft, she knew she'd found what she was looking for. She grabbed and pulled it out, making a mess of the clothes that lay over it.
It was a leotard. Made of soft, black microfiber. It had a turtleneck and long sleeves, and no zipper down the back. Instead, the suit had snaps at the crotch, which would close the suit around her. Lana held the suit up against her body and frowned. She'd not worn this in at least 8 years. And she'd grown so much. The suit hanged limp, the snap crotch ending around her navel. She wondered if she could even fit into it.
"Only one way to find out..." Lana pulled off her shirt and stood naked in her room. She made sure the door was still locked before she began.
She took a deep breath and dived headfirst into the suit. She wiggled and tugged and pulled, until her head popped out of the tight turtleneck. She reached her arms in and struggled with the suit until her arms were raised above her head, sleeves hanging limply off her hands. She brought her arms down by her side with some force, feeling the tight fabric slide up her arms and settle around her armpit, bunching up a little. the crotch of the suit hung limply over her breasts, the suit's torso bunched up on top of them. She grabbed at the suit and pulled it down, feeling the soft material slide against her erect nipples. With a bit of stretching, She'd managed to get the crotch of the suit to line up just under her navel.
She grit her teeth and pulled on the flaps, feeling the suit pull tight against her shoulders and pull her breasts downwards. With effort, she buttoned the snaps and let go, wincing painfully as the crotch of the suit snapped tightly against her sensitive areas. She stretched and adjusted the fit, wishing that the suit was made of latex and her body was lubed, so that the suit could settle around her. Once she was happy, she took a step and winced as the snaps in the crotch dug painfully into her. She decided that it wasn't going to work like that.
She dug out a pair of black tights, not one that she wore regularly, but one from her days of dancing, one with a size and material that matched that of the suit. She unbuttoned the snaps and felt the suit pull its crotch back up, hanging a little farther down below her navel than before. She unraveled the tights in her hand and stepped into them, feeling the thing slide across her skin, squeezing her legs tightly. She pulled it up around her naked crotch and saw a damp spot form between her legs. She pulled the leotard up and over her breasts again, and pulled at her leggings, feeling the material pull evenly against her crotch. She rocked her hips, feeling her clitoris grind against the tight microfiber. She tucked the wasitband of the tights over her breasts, preventing them from slipping back down again. She pulled the leotard back down over the tights, feeling the fabric hold the waistband firmly in place.
She snapped the crotch closed and gently released the suit, feeling the snaps rest more gently against her body. She thought the tights would block out the feeling from the snaps, but it merely dulled it. In fact, it dulled it just enough to actually be pleasurable. With that though, Lana rocked her hips, breathing softly as her clit ground against her personal prison of darkness.
Lana lay on her bed, relishing the feeling of being tightly encased. As she slowly forced herself to sleep, the pseudo-suit she was wearing morphed into latex and melded together into one piece, snaps disappearing into thin air, trapping Lana forever within its tight confines. The latex shrunk around her and a tentacle grew out of its crotch, penetrating her and pleasuring her... Of course, it was all just a mindblowing wet dream, but Lana didn't need to know that...