Trapped in latex

“Locked in Latex” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.

A package had been delivered for her today. He had no idea what was inside; he could only tell from the sender that it was from her favorite BDSM webshop and that the package was quite large. That had made him curious, but it would never have occurred to him to look inside. He heard a key turn in the lock of the front door, and her footsteps betrayed her return home. He immediately walked to the door and greeted her in the proper manner – a ritual once even set forth in writing in a slave contract. He fell to his knees and kissed her feet, her legs clad in shiny latex.

As soon as he got the signal that he could stand up, he rose, kissed his Domina on the mouth, and immediately told her that a package had arrived for her. For a moment she seemed surprised, then a mysterious smile appeared around her lips. Apparently, she suddenly knew exactly what was in the package. He hoped she would tell him, because he had become quite curious, but all she said was: “Just put it in the bedroom for now!”

No, wasn’t an option

He walked with the package toward the bedroom and placed it on the bed there. He didn’t have much time to think about it further. Now that she was home, he had to quickly finish preparing the meal so they could eat. After dinner, she went upstairs, and he cleared the table and made sure the kitchen was tidied up as well.

Once that was done, he was just about to take a moment to relax when he heard her calling from the bedroom. She was expecting him upstairs. “No” wasn’t an option. He simply had to come when she called him.

Vacuum bed!

He walked up the stairs and stepped into the bedroom. She had apparently changed in the meantime and was waiting for him in a black, tight, strapless latex dress. She looked gorgeous; he couldn’t say otherwise. If he was to believe the tight, smooth lines of the dress, she was completely naked underneath it. Her tanned bare legs were encased in shiny black pumps. Only after he had looked her over from head to toe did he notice the large black surface on the bed. He saw immediately what it was; she had apparently bought a vacuum bed!

He had expressed his desire for one before, but she had always ignored him until now. And now, completely out of the blue, there it was! “Would you mind getting the vacuum cleaner?” he heard her say…

“Gladly, Domina!” She saw his eyes gleam. He was clearly looking forward to it. Of course she had known that; after all, that had been the reason for her purchase.

Quite a hassle

It was quite a hassle to get into the bed. The opening in the rubber was quite small and the latex was fragile, so he had to be careful not to make any unintended extra holes. Eventually, he was lying in his spot after all. She put a mouthpiece in his mouth, which connected to the oxygen-rich air outside the bed. The rest of the world was shut out from him as soon as the zipper was fully zipped up.

He felt the soft rubber against his bare skin. For a moment, nothing happened, then he heard the vacuum turn on and felt the excess air leave the bed and the latex being pulled tighter and tighter around his body. He could no longer move; he was completely powerless, and that gave him a wonderful feeling. He was totally cut off from the outside world and now lived entirely in his own rubber world. The only thing that kept him somewhat in the “here and now” was the sound of the vacuum cleaner, which continuously ensured that his bed was pulled tightly around him.

Breathing through the mouthpiece

He had to get used to breathing through the mouthpiece. For a brief moment, he felt the urge to panic, but after he had surrendered to it, he was able to breathe fairly relaxed through the tube. Knowing he could fully trust her watchful eye. She would keep an eye on him, and she would make sure nothing happened to him.

Cut off from sight and space, it felt as if he were locked inside himself. Not knowing what lay ahead, alert to every touch and yet not, because he was trapped in his own mental world. A mixture of pure relaxation, yet at the same time alert to everything he could still perceive. It was precisely this contradiction that intensified his complete awareness of the present. For a moment, there was no past or future anymore, and there was only this moment.

State of Highest Alertness

Almost lost in the moment, he suddenly felt her hand glide over his body. His body reacted immediately, instantly brought into a state of highest alertness, because her caresses felt so much more intense through the taut rubber. Her touch penetrated him deeply, as if she were touching him not over the rubber, but right beneath his skin. Her hands traced the contours of his body, her nails drawing soft circles around his nipple. He savored it; everything felt intense and fierce. Slowly, her hands descended toward his cock, which, through a special opening, made contact with the world outside.

She let her hands glide feather-softly over his proudly erect cock. For a brief moment, she let her nails disappear into his balls. He groaned; it all felt so wonderful.

Soft hands

The soft caress of her hands turned into a rhythmic massage of his cock. For a moment he felt nothing, until he felt her sit on top of him and let his slave cock slide deep inside her. She rode her latex slave, while he sat defenselessly locked in his rubber cage. And she was enjoying it; he could tell by her breathing and soft moans. He was enjoying it too. He was enjoying it so deeply that he had trouble holding back an orgasm, but he knew that without her permission, he wasn’t allowed to let himself go like that. And she hadn’t said anything yet. He heard her reach her own climax, and then it was quiet for a moment until he heard her soft voice. “Unfortunately, my little latex slave, this is about my pleasure, not yours.”

The way out is clear again

The vacuum cleaner had stopped making noise, and he felt the air flowing back into his black bag. The zipper was pulled open, clearing his way out again.

He blinked briefly at the bright light around him; he clearly needed a moment to come to his senses. Fortunately, she gave him that space and let him lie quietly on the bed for a moment. His mouthpiece had been removed by now. Still slightly dazed by what had happened to him, he slowly came back to his senses, his feet on the ground. He looked at her, while she, still clad in black latex, had sat down next to him on the bed. Her hand rested gently on his stomach, following the movements of his breath.

“Thank you, Domina, for this more than wonderful moment.”

Her reply was a silent wink, which said more to both of them than all the words put together, for only they understood the raw purity of their relationship.

“Will you put your CB back on right away? You can hand the keys in to me.”

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Text: B-liever
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