The Latex Ladies: A Futa Fetish Lesbian Fantasy

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But... it’s hardly the sort of thing women wear to go out in, is it? Who is this sort of thing aimed at exactly?” Leaning into the now open metal box which sat on top of the small table just behind the lights, Della pulled out two items which she swiftly brought onto the illuminated section of the floor. With wide-eyes, Felicity’s attention focused on these two strange contraptions; a rubber ball with straps connected to each side, and a small pouch made, it appeared, from the same material as her outfit.

Right my dear, if you’d like to go behind the screen and change into the suit provided, we’ll get started.” Felicity had made certain, when she’d first experimented with the cuff’s release lever on the ‘dry run’, that she knew exactly where they were located on the bracelets, so that she could activate them and release herself in no more than a second or two. For some reason, however, now that her right hand came to search for the small push-bar on the left bracelet, she was perturbed to discover that her fingers only encountered the smooth curving metal that encircled her wrist. She tried again, but the sought after freedom-giving mechanism still failed to present itself to her flailing fingers. With a sense of dread beginning to mount, her quest shifted to the other wrist. But alas, success proved just as elusive. So engrossed did she become in her pursuit of liberation, that she failed to take note of Della, who was now standing only a foot or two away; the smile, if anything, broader and more evil-looking than ever before. She’d by now discarded the chains that she’d been carrying, and instead held a single pair of handcuffs out for Felicity to view. They looked identical to the ones she’d been presented with earlier. Well the answer is simple. I’ve used it not as a speech inhibitor as such, but as a means of torture. You may not have realised it yet, but after several hours of that ball being wedged behind your teeth, your jaw is going to really ache...and they’ll be nothing you can do to alleviate the discomfort. That’s the sort of punishment girls who go shouting their mouths off to the police deserve.”She strolled forward into the lighted area and held out something metallic, which at first Felicity couldn’t discern. They do look almost identical to the ones you’re having trouble opening, don’t they? The thing is though, that I substituted this pair for the ones you’re wearing just prior to putting them on you. As you’ve probably now worked out, the difference between the two sets is that the ones you’re encumbered with now are real handcuffs, not like these toy ones that you saw earlier.” Felicity made some sound that she hoped conveyed the message that this was indeed the aim of her quest, and that she was having difficulty attaining this goal. But instead of coming to her aid, Della merely laughed. Another pause ensued, as Felicity upped her struggles and desperately tried to find a weak link in the binding process that had her trapped. She failed to find one, of course; a situation which Della found highly amusing.

New from Fanarry's Latex Shop! The [FLS] Latex Turisa Dress absolutely makes me purr. Wear it over tights or shorts, or dare to bare! Modifiable, so you can change the colour and sheen. Comes with a bodylight for the perfect shine. Get it on the Marketplace here: The cuffs that you’re so desperate to get out of can only be opened with a key...which, of course, you don’t have access to!” Felicity’s mind was spinning with an overload of questions, but all she could come out with at that moment was,Della stopped her wanderings and crouched down beside her trembling victim. Gently, she held out a hand and placed it over the zipper which covered Felicity’s mouth. Felicity’s eyes scanned the leaflet through for a second time, just in case she’d somehow misread it on the first occasion. But there was no mistake. The piece of paper that had been waiting on her doormat when she’d arrived home from work wasn’t of particularly good quality, and appeared to not be exactly professionally produced in its layout or design; fairly amateurish, in fact. Because that’s what the people who’ve commissioned this shoot have asked for: full bondage regalia. If you’re not up for it, I’m sure some of the other hopefuls that turn up today will be only too happy to play the part. Now what’s it to be?” Della finished clearing all the props away and, with a look of self-satisfied contentment on her face, sat down on the floor beside Felicity for one final time. Relax darling, it’ll be a perfect fit for you. Just try it on and you’ll see how enjoyable the feel of latex next to your skin can be. I’m sure that once you’re in it, you simply won’t want to take it off again.”

Pulling frantically on her metal restraints only highlighted the fact that escape was beyond her means, and as despair at the futility of her situation began to set in, the realisation that her captor had covered all the bases with regard to her not getting away or seeking attention became evident. And besides, it would give her something to take her mind off the impending court case that was coming up in just over a week’s time, in which she was a vital witness. In fact, that was understating things slightly; she was the key witness around which the whole case revolved. Without her testimony, the whole trial was likely to collapse, with the perpetrator getting away with his heinous crimes. And that, Felicity had decided, was not something that she could allow to happen. Oh, and if you were thinking that maybe some of today’s other contestants might just save you, then you can forget it. How many of those flyers do you think I printed and distributed?” That’s really very good my dear. That outfit really suits you, and fits so ultra-tightly. I’m sure any prospective buyers of this product will be completely ‘wowed’ by the sight of you.” Immediately, she pushed down on a small lever that protruded from the ring of metal close to where the chain joined this bracelet to its counterpart, answering her own question triumphantly as she did so.

And where it led was to a state of sheer, unadulterated ecstasy, as within no more than two minutes, the most glorious orgasm she had ever experienced in her life ripped through her, as she thrashed about in a desperate effort, not to get free, but to heighten, and indeed prolong this taste of heaven for as long as physically possible. Her groans, too, were no longer pitiful pleas aimed at seeking help, but instead spoke of joy and delight at this complete change in fortunes. For a few minutes, freedom seemed like an over-rated concept, as she thrust her hips and jerked her entire being to a rhythm of her own making; her search for release from her bonds being overridden, momentarily at least, by a quest for a different kind of liberation. Against her better judgement, Felicity removed her skimpy pants and bra, then recommenced applying the skin-tight suit that she was about to be photographed in. The thought of her mother seeing her thus attired made her tremble, as she knew full well that she’d be horrified at her daughter parading in such an outfit. She blushed also at the thought of what her friends would say if they happened upon these as yet untaken pictures. There would be a lot of banter at her expense, she was sure of that, and not all of it complimentary. All these ifs, buts and maybes kept running relentlessly through Felicity’s frantically spinning head, causing an ever greater cloak of panic and despondency to enshroud her. But what was there to in any way lift the gloom and dampen down the rising hysteria? Could any ray of light be found that might ease her slide into terminal melancholy and a sense of eternal hopelessness? Well maybe there was one possible outlet with the potential to divert her mind away from all this misery and dejection...at least temporarily anyway. The interior proved no more inviting than the prospect from without, however. With the closing of the door behind her, Felicity found herself in an ill-lit corridor with closed doors on either side. But it wasn’t towards one of these rooms that she was now shepherded by her host, but straight ahead towards an equally under-illuminated flight of stairs, the summit of which was shrouded in darkness. As they began to climb, the woman - probably about the same age as herself, Felicity guessed - introduced herself and began to explain the nature of the assignment.