Suiting up

Life happens – we’ve been spending a ridiculous amount of time away from home. Friends, family, hobbies, and other commitments have left our schedule with little time for kink. We’ve been at the point of fantasizing about an actual weekend of no obligations, instead of pervy implements or sexual torture – this is no good. Of course this is all quite telling with the low frequency of blog posts – in fact I’m writing this entry during a long 6hr road trip.

On both the adventure front and blog entries, we’re going to try to step these up. In a few weeks we’re heading to Europe for business. Thanks to some creative flight routing, we’ve been able to squeeze in a visit to thisgirl and grimly! The last (and well, frankly first) time we met was very brief, but it was thrilling to “talk shop” with like-minded couple. The spontaneous dungeon tour was a treat too!

As many latex fetishists have experienced, catsuits can be forgiving but also very revealing. They can smooth or soften things out, but if it doesn’t fit – no amount of lube or talc will remedy the situation. Recently B had a chance to don her made-to-measure Libidex alien seduction catsuit. The colors are a mixture of classic black and electric rose, a new combination in our collection. The fit is great; she is hoping to wear this at some fetish clubs in the future.

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b-kinky in electric rose/black libidex alien seduction catsuit

b-kinky in electric rose/black libidex alien seduction catsuit

Making Up For Lost Time

I slide my hands down his chest, covered in rubber and lube. I check the chains securing his hands to his upper thighs. A gentle tug on each one. A whimper from him. My slick hand slides against the latex, across his stomach, down his legs, everywhere but that gorgeous hard cock.

I carefully kneel in front of him. I’ve been edging him for hours with the e-stim. Tied tightly to the chair in the living room. Gas mask on for most of that time. He must be exhausted. It’s terribly mean of me to make him stand for this.

It’s been two weeks. Two very long weeks. He’s been traveling, and we’ve had to satisfy ourselves with long phone calls and text messages. For two weeks.

I lick my lips and slide my mouth around his cock. At first I just gently tease him with my tongue, but then I slide my lips back, all the way to the tip, before greedily swallowing him up again. He gasps and moans.

I eventually flick the switch to the estim, bringing it back to life, a wave of current running through his balls as my mouth slides up and down his cock. Every now and then a hint of teeth graze his overly sensitive skin and he moans and shudders. He pulls at the chains holding his hands against his thighs and squirms. I go down all the way, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat, before smacking his ass and pulling off of him entirely.

“No moving, slave,” I growl.

He whimpers. “Sorry, mistress.”

I swallow his cock again and turn up the estim. It’s suddenly almost too much for him to handle. His cock stiffens and I know if I don’t ease up he’ll cum.

But I don’t let him. I ease up on my assault and let him come back down from the cliff edge of orgasm. I do this to him five more times.

I shut off the estim entirely, removing all of it, before I finally get up from my position on the floor. My knees are sore. I’m sore and tired, but so proud of my rubber boy enduring what I’ve put him through. Of what I still plan to put him through tonight. I’ve missed him dearly.

I take some water in my mouth and pass it to him. It’s the closest we’ve come to kissing all night, and it’s agony to not ravage his mouth. He greedily drinks up the water and I give him more in this way until the glass is empty.

I guide him to the bed and help him lie down. I remove the restraints from his thighs and lock his hands to the top of the bed, then secure his feet to the bottom.

I grab the bottle of mint lube and generously apply it to his cock, causing him to gasp. “That’s so mean,” he whines.

I slip my had around his throat and lean in close to his ear, my breath hot against the latex hood encasing his head as I chuckle. “No, it’s not, slave,” I say,”but what I’m about to do will be…”

I straddle his hips and slowly slide down on his cock. He gasps and whimpers. The cold of the minty lube, the stretch of his cock in me after two long weeks, almost makes me gasp. His hips rock up to meet mine and I don’t admonish him for moving this time. No, I welcome it.

I ride him hard, pausing frequently to tease him, frustrating him even further. He’s so close now that it wouldn’t take much more. And finally, finally I give in. I let him give in.

He cums hard, buried in me, shuddering with pleasure. He gasps for breath. It’s all over. All the torture is over.

But it’s not. I have to restrain myself from moving to unbuckle his restraints, from removing the latex mask and gently kissing him, stroking his hair. I’m not finished with him just yet.

I do unlock his hands from the top of the bed. I take the chain I had used and wrap it around his neck, securing it with a lock, transforming it into a snug collar and leash.

He freezes. He wasn’t expecting this. “What are you doing?” he says in his more normal voice, just beginning to slip out of the submissive persona he was inhabiting a minute earlier.

I have to reassert my authority, inform him that he’s still my rubber boy. I clamp a hand down over his mouth. “I’m not done with you yet, slave,” I growl.

He swallows hard and nods before I remove my hand. I crawl up his body and straddle his head, a knee on either side. I reach behind me to grab the makeshift leash and I tug up, pulling his face into my dripping cunt.

I barely have a chance to utter my orders — “clean up that mess you made,” I command — and his tongue is already hard at work.

He gets off easy this time, though. I’m so wired from the last several hours that it doesn’t take much effort for the first waves of an orgasm to come crashing down on me.

It’s been two very long weeks, and we’re just beginning to make up for lost time.