The Knock on the Door
The knock on the door came as a surprise. With the kids at school and her husband at work, she’d been looking forward to a quiet, relaxing day. With a soft sigh, she drew her robe closer to her and opened the door. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it wasn’t what she saw.
Mistress!
Dressed in her customary black, she stood in the doorway, holding a rather large box. Smiling quietly, she waited until she regained her composure, then asked, “May I come in?”
“Yes, yes, of course.” Gathering her wits, she stepped aside to let her in. Closing the door, she eyed the box she held loosely. It looked almost like a garment box, but why would she be bringing clothes? Her Mistress generally wanted her nude for her pleasure.
After a warm hug, Mistress held her at arm’s length. As usual, her eyes seemed to bore right through to her soul, causing her to shiver in nervous anticipation. Knowing how she loved the feeling, she let it build for a moment before breaking the silence.
“Are you ready for this?”
Still shivering, she nodded slowly. Any time she felt the need to ask if she were ready, it meant she had some new experience for herself. Already, she could feel the moisture gathering between her thighs.
“Into the bathroom, then,” she commanded softly, “and strip.”
The bathroom? Puzzled, she obeyed, slipping off her robe even as she turned away. Stepping into the bathroom, she draped the robe over the toilet. Were they going to shower together?
Stepping in behind her, Mistress closed the door, then turned and reached for her. With a happy sigh, she moved toward her, but she held her at arm’s length. Slowly and gently, she began stroking her body. As the gentle caresses continued, she felt her body relax, her eyes closing as she basked in the feeling of her warm hands. A cooler touch opened her eyes, and she looked down to see her spreading a white powder over her skin.
“Talc,” she said, smiling. “It’ll make the next part easier.”
Next part? Still puzzled, she stood still as she covered her from toes to neck in the white powder. When she was covered to her satisfaction, she took up the box and stepped behind her. The rustling and squeaking sounds intrigued her, but she gazed steadily forward, knowing how she hated having her surprises ruined.
“Left foot.” At the soft command, she lifted her left foot. She grasped it firmly, and then she flinched just a bit as her foot was pushed into something cold. There was some firm tugging, and she felt her lower leg encased in the same cold. She set her foot down, then did the same to the right foot.
As Mistress stood, she couldn’t resist the temptation to look down. To her surprise, she found her feet and lower legs encased in black rubber. The rest of the outfit, whatever it was, pooled before her. She watched as the Mistress drew the rubber the rest of the way up her legs. Smooth black rubber now covered her legs and ass, the cold material warming with contact. The feel of the Mistresses fingers between her thighs made her realize the outfit was crotchless, and she shivered at the warmth of her touch. Behind her, she could sense her Mistress smile at her reaction.
“Hands at your sides, palms in,” she commanded. Puzzled, she obeyed, her palms pressed against her thighs. “Good girl,” she said softly, bringing a rush of pleasure to her. Reaching around her, she drew the top of the outfit up, stretching it slightly to go over her shoulders. She heard a zipper closing, and the rubber began to tighten around her upper body. Her hands, then her arms, were pressed firmly to the sides of her body, and she suddenly realized that she couldn’t move them.
Steeling herself, she stood still as the zipper rose, a small click at the end telling her it was not locked in place. Gently, Mistress turned her toward the mirror on the back of the door, and she gasped at what she saw.
From neck to toe, she was covered in black rubber, a shiny second skin that faithfully hugged every curve. Cutouts allowed her firm breasts to poke through, while her neatly trimmed pussy was visible between her thighs.
The strangest things were the arms. There were none! From neck to waist, her upper body formed a single column. Her arms, pinned tightly to her sides by the tight rubber, were totally useless, and she shivered at the depth of her helplessness.
Damn her, she thought, feeling the moisture begin to gather between her thighs. She knew all too well about her addiction to total helplessness. The more helpless and vulnerable she could make her, the better she liked it. And this outfit took her to whole new levels. Lost in the feeling, she barely noticed her Mistress’s hands smoothing her hair. At the touch of the penis gag, she parted her lips without hesitation, gladly accepting the familiar shape and the silence it imposed upon her.
With a gentle smile, Mistress guided her from the bathroom and toward the bedroom. Without the use of her arms, her balance wasn’t as good as it usually was, and she was grateful for her firm grasp on her shoulder as she led her into her room and stretched her out on the bed.
She watched as she disrobed, her breath catching as it always did when her strapon sprang into view. Spreading her legs, she arched her back, raising her pussy to her in a silent offering. Smiling, she stretched out beside her, her hands roaming gently over her rubber clad form.
Under her touch, she squirmed. It was hard to believe how much the rubber seemed to magnify the sensations coursing through her. Added to her helplessness, it conspired to bring her to a slow boil that she knew would engulf her when he permitted it.
Deftly, deliberately, she stroked her body, avoiding contact with her exposed skin. Soon, she found herself twisting helplessly, trying to bring her breasts or pussy into contact with her roaming hands. Smiling, she avoided her writhing, her hands continuing their gentle torture until muted pleading sounds began leaking from behind her gag.
Suddenly, she rose up and looked down upon her. She lay quivering, her need robbing her of movement as she gazed at her with lust-glazed eyes, desperately needing the orgasm that both knew she could only have with her permission.
For long moments, she simply gazed at her. Then, deliberately, she lowered her head, one hand moving up her body. The feel of her lips on one hard nipple and her fingers on the other, shot through her like fire. Always sensitive to her touch, her nipples hardened almost to the point of painfulness. Her breath rasped through her nose, her eyes going in and out of focus as she drew her ever deeper into a world of need.
Lost in her own helpless world, she barely noticed when she moved over. The feel of her false cock probing the lips of her pussy brought her need into focus, and she arched her back even as she thrust, impaling her totally. Slowly, she rode her, drawing every ounce of passion from her helplessly writhing body. Finally, after what felt like years, she felt her cock go deeper, and she knew the Mistresses release and hers were only seconds away.
Now her lips brushed her ear. “Cum for me, my pet,” she whispered. At her words, she exploded, her body bowing taut as massive waves crashed through her again and again. Through a red haze, her smiling eyes were her last sight as she closed her own, surrendering totally to the feeling.
Slowly, her eyes opened, gazing up at the empty room. Sighing, she slipped her finger from her pussy, her other hand rising to gently withdraw the corner of the bedspread stuffed into her mouth. Unmindful of her nakedness, she rose and moved to the window, looking out onto the unmarked, snow covered yard. In her mind, she saw her again, as she had looked on that last day.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” she whispered, and let the tears flow.
