0 comments/ 22130 views/ 13 favorites My Red Latex Mistress By: milehighelevator Chapter One-Making Dinner "Honey?" My wife called from the kitchen. I smiled to myself as I put the finishing touches on the maroon linen napkin in front of her place setting at our formal dining table. We were having dinner together this evening after a brutally long work week. I was cooking one of her favorites, and for the two years of our marriage she would always peek into the kitchen to see how everything was proceeding. We split the cooking, but coming from an old fashioned family I think she feels the need to put a womanly approval on the cooking process. I stepped into the kitchen behind her. She was so incredibly beautiful. Her soft fine straight blonde hair hanging loose to her waist, pointing to her firm, shapely little ass. Her hair is very light blond, as are her eyebrows and lashes as well. I wonder how rare that is considering it's power to attract. She was checking the asparagus I had steaming on the stove. "I thought you were going to relax." I said, just loud enough for her to hear me. "Well I am relaxing, I just wanted to see how dinner was coming along. And by the way, where did you get Dungeness Crabs?" She replied, letting on that she had already looked in the boiling pot. I could hear the laughter in her voice. "Dungeness Crabs, what are those?" I asked grinning wide. She had opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio and poured a glass and left it next to the bottle on the counter. "You are pretty resourceful to find those right now Mr...Resourceful." She had a taunting look on her face that was complimentary and yet smug. What is she hiding, I wondered. "If you'll excuse me missy, I have to get dinner on the table for my wife, she will be wanting to dine before I screw her brains out tonight, and I fully intend to put on the finest virtuoso performance I have ever attempted." I said with my nose in the air, and as haughty as I could muster. "Indeed. Well. I will just take my glass of wine and go look for her. Perhaps she will consent to dine with you this evening seeing as you at least tried to prepare something that she likes, but as far as this screwing thing you've dreamed up, I don't know if she would lower herself to being treated like the filthy gutter whore you think to make of her." She sniffed, lifted her nose almost to the ceiling, then pirouetted and strode out of the kitchen without looking back. My laughter followed her. She was obviously in a very good mood, and probably dreaming up ways to challenge me after dinner. I heard her go up the steps and the sound of her footsteps disappeared. I got started setting out the food. I was about 5 minutes behind schedule. I looked at the bottle of wine. Oh what the hell, she wasn't going start without me. I poured myself a glass. She was in for it tonight. That "gutter-"whore crack was going to come back to haunt her. Chapter Two-Things Change I had put some Chopin Nocturnes on and I was lighting the candles when she made her way down the stairs. I can't describe to you how I was shocked. My mouth went dry. She was wearing a seamless, shiny, transparent red latex bodysuit. Her firm breasts pushed out from her chest into the latex, her nipples making sharp, accent points into the thin rubber. Her sex pressed out on the thin sheen, molding it into its own shape, outlining her lips. My cock sprang to life. She wore red heels, which appeared almost a part of her bodysuit. She also had a wide V-shaped red leather collar buckled tightly around her neck, and a multitude of steel rings protruded from it. She carried an evil looking rubber, riding crop in her left hand like a majestic scepter. Her hair was gathered in a tight red band on the top of her head and then loosely cascaded down the back of her head. She strode down the last of the steps and came into the light with obvious purpose and not smiling. She had make up on. Her cheekbones were higher, and her face thinner. Her eyes were darker, and far apart, more catlike. She looked at me like I was a tiny little morsel she might devour with her tea. I was entranced. She stepped over to where I was standing and reached out with both hands and pulled my stunned face to hers. She snaked her tongue into my mouth, which I realized had been hanging open ever since I saw her on the stairs. The hand with the crop slid down my chest and slipped into my pants and caressed my cock. Her tongue probed and her mouth gently sucked on my lip, and she pulled away when I finally came out of my stunned stupor. My cock raged as she released it. My mouth was suddenly very moist. She smiled and said. "Is dinner ready sweetie? I can't wait, it smells delicious." "I-I th-think so" I stammered. She glided toward the kitchen giving me a fine view of her ass, snug in the suit, and came back a moment later with the wine from the counter. "Great, lets eat these bugs while they're hot." She said breathily. I managed to regain my composure just a little, and pulled out her chair for her. She sat slowly and smoothly, and set her crop on the table next to her on the side away from my chair. I slid her chair toward the table a few inches, unable to wrench my stare from her rising and falling breasts. I lifted her napkin from the plate and unfolded it and reached to place it in her lap. She gripped my hand and looked me square in the face, and opened her thick smiling lips shining with red, and said, "I'll get that thank you." Her eyes seductively closed for a second and I relinquished the linen to her for placement. Dinner was long. She ate with a deliberateness I had never seen in her. She spoke little, the entire time a tiny knowing smile playing around her mouth and eyes. We finished the bottle of wine, and I retrieved another from the kitchen, which we also nearly finished. The crab was delicious. Everything was perfect except for me. I tried to open my mouth to ask her about her attire, but one look from her and my tongue refused to work. My brain could not figure out a way to broach the subject that it didn't also think might risk ending the real-life fantasy that it had no control over. I tried to make conversation, but I couldn't think of any that would fit. She seemed perfectly content to dine without speaking, the only real sound coming from the piano on the stereo. I gave up halfway through the salads on speaking. Upon finishing our dessert of Crème Broulee, I poured the remainder of the wine into our glasses, and she said, "That was, I think, the most delicious dinner I have ever had." She gazed at me with real gratitude. I replied with equal conviction, "Thank you very much." She moved to rise, and I rose with her, both of us standing. She retrieved her riding crop from the table and looked at me with a very dark expression, and said in a cool clear voice, "Now you will clean up and do the dishes. I want everything to be spotless, and everything in its place. When that is done, you may come to me in the living room, where I will be watching television." She then picked up her wine and turned to go. I opened my mouth to speak and she turned on me like a snake and swatted my face with the crop. It stung! The blow landed on my left cheek. I grabbed my cheek. I was appalled, almost terrified. She hit me! And it hurt! My cheek burning she stepped close to me and looked up in my eyes calm and authoritative and said, "You have your instructions, and they are quite clear, now get busy before I am displeased. If you still have something to say to me, it better be a sincere 'yes mistress'." She did not bat an eye. I was flabbergasted but what could I do. She was apparently quite serious, and I was obviously intended to do exactly as I was told. Another swat with that crop was very likely if I didn't do exactly as she said (not that I was afraid, but what was I to do now that I had conceded to her game all through dinner?). Well, dinner dishes would have to be cleaned up sooner or later. I spoke what I thought was a convincing "Yes mistress." It came out actually sounding meek. I didn't plan that. She seemed pleased and strode off toward the living room. When her back was turned I noted that there was a relatively short zipper from under her collar buckles down to the small of her back. What was she up to? This was turning out to be much different than what I had planned, but apparently she had abandoned my plans, and we were going with hers. She looked stunning. I was in a state of wonder. I guess all I could do was play along. My loins were aching for attention. I had never seen this side of my wife before, and before I realized what I was doing I was hurrying to do the dishes! Chapter Three-Training How could I just fall into line like a spineless servant over a sexy outfit? I guess because I am a guy. Amused at my eagerness to please her I smiled as I quickly did dishes and tidied up the kitchen and dining room. I had been easily cowed into playing along at being her slave. But how natural the role felt, and it was surprisingly liberating in a weird way. I knew that the rest of the evening I only need do what she told me to, but the question was what would she tell me to do? Pondering this, I wiped the counter of the remainder of the crumbs and soapy water. With the command she gave me completed, I put down the dishcloth and made my way to the living room to report to 'my mistress' for the evening. She was lounged in the leather chair watching a game show. I approached and said, "I have finish-" "SHUT UP!" she interrupted sharply with a vicious glare. She then gestured to the floor beside her and gazed back to the television screen, and said very quietly, "Kneel." I knelt obediently. After just a moment, a commercial came on and she muted the television and turned to me where I knelt bewildered. "Never interrupt when I am watching television. I will not punish you this time because you did not know, but from now on you will anticipate my needs. Is that clear?" "Yes, mistress, please forgive my incompetence." I intoned in wonder at my own words. This slave thing was coming to me a little too easily. She looked pleased with my response and asked, "Is everything as it should be in the kitchen and dining room? If I go and inspect and find so much as a crumb on the counter you will be quite severely disciplined." I responded without thought easily, because I am very fastidious about cleanliness. "I assure you my mistress, the kitchen and dining room are as you commanded." She raised a blonde eyebrow. "Perhaps they are. I don't think I will inspect them yet, but I might later. Now slave, get in front of me. I desire a foot massage after my long week." Quickly and obediently, I got in front of her and reached for her high-heeled foot. She proffered the red heel and looked intently at the shoe. "Lick my shoe first!" she demanded. I was a little shocked, why would she want me to- no time to consider it, she shoved the patent shoe toward my mouth and I opened my mouth and began to suck on it. The thought went through my mind that it may be quite dirty, but my tongue on the sole told me that it probably had never been worn before. After a moment of mashing her shoe into my mouth, she stopped and said, "Good slave. Now take off my shoe-gently, and massage my foot. Do a good job. When I am ready, you may start on the other one." I unbuckled her high-heeled, spiky shoe, and removed it very carefully. Swat, the crop came down on my right hand with a loud crack, and I jumped from the pain and surprise. "What did you say?" She asked. Looking injured, I glared back at her at the implied accusation that I had spoken and said "Nothing! I didn't say anything!" a little more vehemently than I intended. Swat, smack, swack! She clobbered me in quick succession. I was actually cowering now. She really got me good. The first strike hit my face and the next two got my back as I cowered away from her. She reached over and grabbed me by the hair and pulled my stinging face up to hers. "Don't ever raise your voice to me, worm! I could have just imagined it but I thought you said 'yes mistress'. Since you confirmed that you didn't say it, you got punished. See that you say it clearly every time I honor you by lowering myself to speak to you. Now take your hand from your face." I immediately complied and chimed "Yes mistress." I removed my hand from my cheek and she inspected the red impact point almost tenderly, but only for a moment. Then she sat back down in the chair and put her un-strapped shoe back in my hands and said, "Continue, slave." I repeated a demure "Yes mistress." She un-muted the television and went back to watching Jeopardy. I could tell it was that show almost immediately. I slowly and carefully removed her shoe and set it carefully aside, while making sure I did not obscure her view of the set. Her foot was completely encased in the red latex of her bodysuit. It seemed that the latex on her feet was slightly thicker than that on her legs. I began to massage her little foot through its smooth rubber casing. It felt sensual and supple. I wanted to put her foot all over me. I restrained myself and continued massaging away the tender spots in her foot. After about ten minutes she muted the television and looked down at me. "You're doing nicely. Put my shoe back on and attend to the other foot now." I immediately returned with a "Yes mistress." She nodded ascent and I complied. The commercials ended and it was time for FINAL JEOPARDY. I was intent on her little foot in its rubber cocoon. I looked at the thin film and noticed that it was much more transparent on her thighs because of the minor increase in stretch of the material. I looked up at her crotch where the thin film of latex was stretched over her pussy, and I could just make out her lips and nub of clit. Swat!!! She got me over the ear with her crop a resounding blow. I dropped my head after the impact. I knew in retrospect that I should not have stared at her sex. "Were you looking at my pussy?" She asked in a crisp, firm tone. "Most humble apologies mistress, I couldn't help it, I didn't know it was wrong." I cringed thinking she would clobber me for my reply. Instead she spoke. "You will look at my pussy when I tell you to look at my pussy, and not before. Now you must be punished. What did I tell you earlier?" I looked at her wide-eyed. My mind went blank. What answer was she looking for? Holy shit. I couldn't think of anything she could mean, and she knew it instantly. "Well, well, such a poor student, and I have missed Final Jeopardy! For this you will be punished severely. I am sorry, but if you cannot remember the things I say from one minute to the next, then it is up to me to find proper motivation for you. Put my shoe back on, now!" She was brandishing the crop and I complied, fumbling with her shoe. I really was nervous. I was totally caught up in being her slave. I finally got her heel buckled in, all the while her grimace getting worse. She stood the second I got it buckled. I moved to rise and she raised the crop. I halted immediately. "You were a disobedient slave by not remembering my words. You will crawl behind me like a doggy." I was mortified and yet immediately crawled behind her to follow. She began to walk slowly and deliberately out of the living room. She set the remote on the TV and I crawled behind her on my hands and knees. She did not once look at me as we made our way into the kitchen. She got to the middle of the kitchen and turned to look down at me and said "Sit. Stay." I complied and tried to look like a good dog might. This was not the woman who earlier had asked lovingly where I had procured the crabs. I sat. I stayed. She inspected. I was nervous. What if she found something out of order? I knew I had done a good job. She looked into the sink. She peered into the sink intently. What was she looking at? She reached into the sink with the flat end of her crop and fished out something. She looked at it, and then brought it over in front of me. She lowered it to in front of my face. It was a piece of shell. It was small, about a centimeter in diameter. "It would appear that the kitchen is not as tidy as it should be." She dropped the shell back into the sink and made her way through the hall into the dining room. On her way she said, "Come doggy." I rushed to follow hoping she would not find anything else, not knowing whether it mattered at this point. She told me to sit and stay again, and she continued her inspection. She was apparently satisfied with the dining room. She walked toward the steps and told me to come again. I rushed to comply. She ascended the stairs slowly and I followed on my hands and knees. I felt a pang of guilt as though I had let her down. She strode up the last of the steps with her doggy behind her and walked to the master bedroom. The master bedroom was remarkably changed from its earlier cotton sheets and down comforter. There were black rubber sheets on the bed, and cases on the pillows. There were rubber manacles attached to the thick bedposts. There were some things on the nightstand that were very interesting looking. Metal things, some wires, and some straps and stuff. After entering the room she turned and commanded me. "Lie down!" I obeyed immediately. "Now roll over onto your back." I complied wondering if I should add a 'yes mistress' but then thought that dogs don't talk so maybe I would be fine. I looked up at her careful not to look at her sex or breasts. She moved to stand over me with her feet on the floor just under my arms next to my chest. She looked down at me looking up at her. It was impossible not to glance at her pussy. I tried not to. I knew it was the worst possible thing I could have done. It happened anyway. I just had to see what her pussy looked like. I braced myself for a sound beating, but she only smiled. She was smiling, and wide too! Then she spoke, as if talking to a dog. "See something you want there, doggy?" She asked in that extremely patronizing tone people use with dogs. She was overly happy and smiley. I did not know whether to reply or not. "Well perhaps you can have a little of mommy's pussy, doggy." She moved over to the bed and sat on the edge and smiled over at me. "Come on doggy, come lick mommy's pussy." I acted just like a dog. I was all at once excited, and couldn't wait to lap at her pussy. I raced over and began to lick her pussy through the thin sheen of latex. It was soft and yielding. The smell of latex was intoxicating. I could feel moisture of her pussy under my tongue making the inside of the bodysuit slippery. The rubber moved with my tongue. I lapped and squeezed with my lips and lapped some more. My cock responded by turning into stainless steel. Doggy wanted to fuck mommy. She was lying back on the bed. After a few minutes of licking and sucking, I paused to catch my breath. She sat up immediately. "What a good doggy!" she said in that happy, smiley, owner voice. Then she patted me on the head. She actually did that, and I was instantly gratified! Then, all business again she said, "Ok, then, are you going to be a good slave and remember my commands when I give them?" I replied with an emphatic "Yes Mistress!" though I was a little confused that my "punishment" seemed a lot like a 'net' reward. She went on to ask, "Do you remember what I told you when we were in the living room about anticipating my needs?" "Yes Mistress." I actually recalled her words verbatim and I was so happy with myself that I repeated them to her. "I will not interrupt when you are watching television. From now on I will anticipate your needs!" My Red Latex Mistress I congratulated myself. She nodded. "When you were taking it upon yourself to stare at my pussy, I was distracted and could not concentrate on Final Jeopardy. That was very bad. Now, if you can't be a good slave again, you will be a doggy for when I must have protection on the way to the mailbox to mail some things. I am quite sure the neighbors would find that amusing. Now strip those clothes off quickly and get on the bed." "Yes Mistress." I replied, and eagerly began to take off my clothes. She watched me undress as though I were some purebred animal, or racehorse she was considering purchasing. She eyed me with a weighing stare. I suddenly felt self-conscious about my appearance. What a strange feeling. I can't remember the last time I was concerned about whether my stomach was flat enough for her, or whether she appreciated the light tan of my skin. As I stripped, I left my clothes on the floor where they fell. I finished with my socks, and moved to get on the bed. "Stop." I froze, and then remembered to add a hasty, "Yes Mistress." She came over to me and ran her red latex gloved hand over the curve of my pectorals, and down my stomach to my cock. She held my stone-hard cock for a moment inspecting it, and then cupped my balls inspecting them. She let go much to my dismay, and stepped around behind me. I felt like a piece of meat. It was fascinating. She ran her smooth gloved hand up my well-formed back and then over my left buttock. Then she surprised me, and parted my buttocks to inspect what lay in the cleft there. She ran her smooth rubber covered fingers over my anus, the rubber catching at my hair. I felt somehow violated. She said, "Turn around." I immediately complied and turned to face her with a good "Yes Mistress." She was standing very close. I could smell her shampoo. She looked up into my face with total control and command. "You are not ready. You have been neglecting yourself. Slave hygiene is very strict." There was obvious disappointment in her face and I was "hurt" by it. "Most humble apologies mistress. How may I make amends for my inadequacies? I beg you let me. Mistress." She looked very pleased with my desire to make amends and said, "First you will pick up your clothes and put them where they belong, be it the hamper or the closet. When everything is where it belongs, you will go to the bathroom and get into the shower and clean all of that nasty hair off your body. I expect you to be efficient about it, but keep in mind I don't like my slave with nicks all over. Nicks and cuts ruin the slaves' appearance. Pay special attention to your ass, I better not find a single hair on your body below your neck when you are through, and I want a nice smooth shave. Now go, and be quick about it!" I was appalled! I had never shaved any of my body except my face. What would people think if they knew I was a hairless slave to my wife? What would the guys at the health club think when they saw me! I was ready to protest this, but at the same time, how would I disobey my mistress? If I tried to break this spell could I do it now? I had let the game go on too long for it to be easy to explain stopping it. She would never forgive me if I did. Emotion warring on my face, she glared incredulously, and I was too slow to speak. She took the opportunity away from me with the riding crop when she lifted it to strike. She never landed the blow. I turned and ran to the bathroom, with her on my heels. I cried, "Yes Mistress, Yes Mistress!" while racing for the shower. Upon almost diving into the shower, she stopped and fury stared in at me as she said in stern, quiet voice, "See that you clean your self up quickly. I mean to have you pleasure me after your punishment." She paused and glared. "Yes Mistress, Yes Mistress." I said quickly while turning on the water. Chapter Four-Shaved Slave The water was cold and would take a moment to warm up, but I was more concerned at any delay than about the water temperature. She glanced at my now growing flaccid cock and hard nipples and then turned and marched out of the room. The second she was out of the room I raced to the medicine cabinet and retrieved my razor and shaving cream. I grabbed at the tray of fresh blades and jumped back into the shower. The water was just beginning to warm up. I looked into the shower mirror at my face and wondered that two hours ago I was a loving husband planning a romantic evening with my wife. Now I was a slave struggling to please his Mistress by shaving himself. I turned adjusted the shower- head so that the stream was directed slightly away from me and would not wash off the shaving cream. I began by lathering my chest. I was fortunate to not have much in the way of chest hair. I completed my chest in a matter of minutes and proceeded to my legs, working my way up. That was a bit more difficult. Chapter Five-Making up for Inadequacies I was toweling off myself and inspecting my work. I had done pretty well I thought. All the hair I could find was gone and replaced with smooth bare skin. I felt extremely naked. It was an exceedingly strange sensation, and surprisingly pleasant. I must have looked rather strange. I finished toweling off and used my towel to clean out the shower and then discarded it into the hamper in the bathroom. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. I felt very exposed. What if My Mistress laughed when she saw my naked body? I would be mortified. I had to go report to her anyway and just take what I got. My heart was pounding as I walked around the bathroom door and into the bedroom. I walked slowly, trying to anticipate what would happen. I was actually trembling. Mistress watched me enter from her lounging position on the black latex sheets, book in hand. She was propped up on two black pillows, her legs crossed, amused gaze in my direction as she sipped a full glass of white wine. I walked quietly to the bed and stopped. She turned her head straight and said nothing. I spoke. "I have cleaned myself Mistress." She said without turning, "Kneel with your knees apart and legs apart, and put your hands on the bed." I complied. I felt completely defenseless. With my knees apart and my legs apart leaning over the bed, I was completely exposed. She set her wine down on the device-bedecked nightstand, and stood up with her crop in hand. She went to the wall, and turned on the overhead light, which shed a hundred times more light than the lamps on the nightstands. I was to be inspected yet again. She stepped over to where I knelt, completely bare-naked, and bent over me. She reached a hand between my buttocks and pushed them apart for inspection. She ran her fingers over my clean-shaven cleft. My anus puckered at her touch. She said "up" and motioned for me to sit back on my knees. I did as much, and she got down on one knee beside me facing my cock and reached over and caressed my clean-shaven genitals. She then took her crop in hand and stood up. She ran the crop over my chest. Then she ran it up the side of my neck and around my back. She slid the end between my buttocks and rubbed it back up to my waist. Then she reached around the front of me with it and very lightly slapped my rigid cock with it. "Much better slave. I am surprised you did so well. But we still have the matter of discipline to address, don't we." She was very obviously expecting an answer, and I knew the one she was looking for. "Yes Mistress." Her expression was unchanged at that. She said "Get onto the bed and help me buckle you into the manacles." She gestured with the crop as she spoke, toward the manacles, and the bed. It seemed it was a part of her. I immediately got onto the bed with a "Yes Mistress." I lowered the coversheet and she immediately grabbed my right foot, and shackled it in to a thick padded rubber manacle, that was stoutly strapped to the bedpost. She then did my other ankle, and then my wrists. The manacles were engineered so that they were very far apart, and she adjusted them so I was stretched spread eagle across the bed with no little tension on my arms and legs. The latex was warm on my back, legs and ass. The smooth sensation of being bound, while lying on the latex sheet, was an assault on my brain. My cock stood at attention and seeped clear lube at the tip. Mistress got off the bed then and began speaking. "I am a kind and generous Mistress. You insulted that kindness when I told you to go and shave yourself. That you hesitated even an instant was an insult. That you even considered disobeying me was crime. Now you will beg for mercy and forgiveness, while I help you find sincerity in your pleading. Commence begging." She sounded almost bored. I was at a loss for words. "Yes Mistress." It bought me only a second but the real motivation to begin begging was a crack with the crop on my stomach. The words came in a rush. "Please Mistress forgive my transgression." Snap! "I will try to be a better slave, please forgive me. I was just surprised is all." Crack. That one was on my thigh. It really stung. I was learning sincerity quickly. "I am not worthy to begin with. Please allow your slave make up for his sin." Swat. Right square on my left nipple, the strike made me cry out, and jerk my body to try to get away in reaction. I was held firmly by the leather straps. I went on anyway. "I swear I will be a better slave, I am really sorry!" Smack! Square on my right nipple. I screamed. It really stung. I jerked against my bonds. My nipple stung in protest. I cried out again, and pleaded. "Please stop, I'll be a good slave, I promise! Forgive me! I will do better. It was wrong. Let me show you. I can do better!" For all intents and purposes, I meant every word of it. She had the crop raised to administer another incentive, and I cringed away as much as I could against the straps (which was very little). I was actually whimpering for real. She paused. "See how sincere you can be, slave?" she asked. "Yes, my Mistress, you have shown me my inadequacy. I will overcome it because of your kind instruction." I replied in a rush, just as sincerely as before. She seemed quite pleased with my begging. "Excellent, see that you do, because remedial lessons are not so easily learned. Great care must be taken so as not to forget valuable knowledge." She had walked over to the door and turned off the overhead light. The light from the bedside lamps was soft by comparison, and I immediately felt less vulnerable. She walked back to the bed and gazed at my still rigid cock. "It would seem that my slave is aroused. Could that be?" She inquired lightly and expertly tapped her crop on my penis. "Yes my Mistress." I said with sincerity. "Do I arouse you slave, is it the sight of me and my presence that excites your libido?" "Yes Mistress. I am sorry. I would control it but it is difficult-" She cut me off expertly. She climbed up on the bed and knelt by my side, red latex shining against black. "Do not be ashamed. It is natural for a slave to find me sexually desirable. I may even chose to honor a good slave with an outlet for that sexual energy, but the slave would have to recognize what an incredible honor that would be. It is normal for a slave to perform pleasures for me, but for a slave to receive that from its Mistress is uncommon. I am also aroused slave, which is why you are in this position. I desire pleasure, and now you will give it to me. I will begin by entertaining myself with your face." She looked down at me from where she knelt almost compassionate. She reached over to the nightstand and took down a leather strap with a thick plastic ring inserted into the middle. The ring was about two inches in diameter and had a groove all the way around it. The strap had a buckle on one end, and operated like a belt. She leaned over and placed the ring in front of my mouth, which I summarily opened, and she inserted it. I understood what the device was engineered for at that moment. She began buckling the strap behind my lifted head. I realized after the device was nearly buckled that I would be unable to close my mouth, unable to bite down, and unable to remove it. She could see comprehension dawning on my face after I was unable to do anything about it. She smiled happily and I saw a bit of my wife in her face. She covered the moment immediately by speaking. "That is going to work out perfectly." I tried to reply before I realized that intelligent speech was impossible "heh hithhess." She smiled again and laughed out loud. I couldn't help myself, I knew that I would probably pay for it, but I laughed as well. She looked at me with more love than I had ever seen in her eyes before. At that moment she was all wife. The Mistress had retreated momentarily. She glowed like an angel looking down at me. She was suddenly the most beautiful woman I could ever imagine. She was still smiling but Mistress had returned with a flash. "It is good that the slave maintains its humor. I wish to encourage that." I played with the ring in my mouth. There was a rubber cushion under my teeth. I could stick my tongue out of my mouth, and my lips were free to move as normal, but my jaw was nearly immobilized. She reached over to the nightstand and lifted her glass of wine. She said, "You will be honored now with some wine from the mouth of your Mistress." She lifted the glass to her glossy red lips, and poured a good measure into her mouth. She then leaned down and placed her lips into the ring between my teeth. She very slowly let a trickle of warm wine dribble into my mouth through her red glossy lips. Her blue eyes intent on mine. I drank, swallowing with some difficulty, but it was the finest wine I have ever tasted. To drink from her mouth was extremely strange to me, but I wondered at never having done it before. Now I felt like a king. I was honored beyond imagination. Refreshed by my drink I looked at my Mistress with gratitude. She drank from the glass herself, and set it back on the nightstand. She looked at me and said, "Now you will pleasure me. I expect excellent performance. I am going to bless you with the opportunity to give me oral pleasure. I suggest you pay attention, because when my legs grow tired of holding me up, it is because you are not exciting me as you should be, and you will suffocate. When you excite me properly, you will find breathing easy." I gave her the necessary affirmative and she turned to face my legs and straddled my head. Her knees were resting below my arms, and she held her pussy poised over my mouth. Her feet were beside by ears, shoes and all. She lowered herself onto my mouth and I eagerly began to lick and suck her latex covered pussy. I discovered that it was a lot of work to manage to pleasure her through the gag and latex. I worked at it furiously though. I got into a method of licking her clit and sucking it through the ring. She was apparently enjoying it immensely. She ground her sex into my mouth with regularity. I was forced to let her sit at will. I became tired after many minutes of repetition and began to slow and she sat on my mouth and gripped my nose between her red latex covered buttocks. It was a new experience for me to be prevented from breathing. I didn't panic. I was forcing my tongue through the ring to continue licking through the latex. She continued to sit. I began to wonder how long she would deny me air. I continued licking and sucking. Her heel-shod feet gripped my head and she continued to sit on my face. I needed to breath. I tried lifting my head to get her to get off for a moment but she merely let more weight down onto my face. Shackled to the bedposts I could do nothing but squirm, which I did with fervor. I was getting frantic. She merely gripped my head harder. I struggled to breath and was making muffled sounds under her pussy, struggling frantically, and she finally lifted her pussy from my face and my nose from her red latex covered anus. I gasped for air. She was apparently unconcerned. After a few ragged breaths she settled back over my mouth, apparently expecting me to continue licking and sucking. I began to lick and suck like I had before but with renewed vigor. Mistress began to moan with pleasure. I was still tired from my labor to breathe. I was wearing down, and I knew that I needed to keep up licking and sucking, or more breathing trouble would ensue. I tried to keep pace with her grinding and moaning, but I was really getting tired. I began to slow, no matter how hard I tried to lick her slippery pussy through the wet latex. She apparently became displeased and sat on my face again. My nose was sealed from the air by her latex coated anus again. Her pussy juices made the latex slide over her anus effectively sealing my nose away from the air. My mouth was sealed from air by her pussy, breathing was impossible. My head was gripped in a vise, which consisted of her two rubberized feet. I heard her voicing her displeasure at my slowness. I could not make out the words. She was apparently asking questions, but with her heels over my ears and me struggling to breathe I could not hear, let alone respond. She was quiet for a moment. I became frantic again. If I did not get air soon, I would surely pass out. I was scared. She smacked my still hard penis with the crop. Not terribly hard but it cut through my struggles, and I reeled. If I did not get air soon, I knew that I was through. My struggling was beginning to slow, and I was losing it when she lifted herself. My sight was still going dark as I gasped for breath. Her feet relinquished their grip on my head and she said, "Perhaps you will have more endurance next time." Chapter Six-Rewards I was still breathing relatively hard through the ring, and she picked up her glass of wine and drank. She looked at me. I was too stunned to think. She reached over to the bedside table and picked up a bottle of lubricant. She set her glass down and opened the little flap at the top of the bottle, and squeezed out some of the liquid onto her rubber-gloved hand. She closed the bottle and set it back on the nightstand and then rubbed her two hands together. My cock screamed for her touch in wild hope that she meant that lubricant for it. She rubbed her two hands together for several moments and I was in agony. She said "Perhaps some different stimulation is in order." She reached over with both hands and took my cock between them. I was in heaven. Her slippery rubber gloves were awesome. She cradled my cock between her hands and slid them up and down slowly. She paused at the bottom to cup and gently massage my scrotum. I was tweaked to the brink of explosion. She knew it too. She slowed to a crawl, and then stopped altogether. My penis was throbbing. She could probably feel it and even see it. She let go of my penis and I was so affected that I actually moaned in distress. She glanced at my face but continued about her business. She reached up and rubbed her lubricated hands over my pectorals, and pinched my nipples. She then straddled my thighs as though she was going to ride me. She rested back on her knees and removed her hands from my nipples. She began to stroke her pussy through the latex with both lubed hands. She occasionally reached up, and massaged her breasts, pinching her own nipples through the latex. Her nipples were hard. Her breasts were beautiful. She rubbed her pussy with long slow strokes and paused to finger her clit through the rubber. She then placed her hands on either side of my chest and began to rub her pussy up and down my shaft. I was ready to scream. She continued this for several minutes, ever so slowly, pausing her pussy to rub her slippery red breasts over my chest. She then without warning, and me approaching a colossal orgasm, lifted herself off and got off the bed. I was crestfallen. She said, My Red Latex Mistress "I need more stimulation." She stood beside the bed and reached behind her neck under the severe collar and unzipped the bodysuit. She slowly but surely removed the arms and her white skin glowed in the soft lamplight. She lowered the rubber to her hips toward her obviously soaked pussy. She slid her legs out of the rest and her shoes came off as well. She was substantially shorter, and her white body was hot and inviting. Her pussy was shiny with moisture. I was reminded however of her position by the red steel ringed collar. She climbed naked up onto the bed once more and straddled my face once more. Her slick moist pussy was delicious. I buried my restrained mouth in it. She ground her sex into my mouth and her wet anus into my nose. I licked for all I was worth. I didn't care if she killed me. I was intent on devouring her pussy through that ring. My arms and legs were exhausted from their restraint, but I persisted. I licked every last trace of juice from her pussy, and managed to suck her clit through the ring. She was grinding furiously into my mouth. She came suddenly, gripping my head between her feet. She mashed her sex into my face with all her weight, and her pussy oozed sex juice. I was suffocating and didn't care. I pressed my mouth and nose up into her, licking and sucking with my fading conciousness. She bucked and rolled with reckless abandon. I stole breaths when I could but I was more intent on eating her. After several minutes she began to slow. I continued to ever so lightly suck her clit as my vision was growing dark, and she lifted her pussy from my face enough so I could breathe. After several minutes of licking gently while she recovered from her orgasm she got off my face. She looked exhausted. She retrieved her wine and drank. She turned around so that she was facing me, straddling my chest. "After your exertion you must be thirsty." She said between gulps of wine. Her tone was strange. Almost controlled anger but not, and there was something smug about her mouth. Her skin was flushed and she was covered in sweat and I was at a loss for reading her emotions. The suggestion that I was thirsty was accurate though. Confusion must have been plain on my face. She began to maneuver her pussy over my mouth and my mind recoiled at the realization of what she intended to do. Her knees locked onto my head as her pussy angled up to the ring hole. She spread her pussy lips with her fingers as I began to protest that this would not happen in unintelligible language through the gag but then I realized that she fully intended to do it regardless of my position on the matter. The only thing for it was to accept what was about to happen! She decided she was in position and said tenderly "Drink, slave." Her warm urine gushed into my mouth and I swallowed. Through shock and horror I swallowed again and again. It was difficult to swallow through the ring gag but it was that or choke. She delicately kept the flow slow and I drank her urine. It tasted salty and bitter and slightly metallic. I was horrified. We had never talked about this. This was way out of the bounds of our sexual relationship and I would not have agreed to it even if she had asked. All that aside, it wasn't that bad. Far less distasteful than I could have imagined and also strangely liberating. "Lick me clean, slave." She murmered. And I did. Thinking about it, I was humiliated. I drank piss. A woman made me drink her piss. It was somewhere I knew I could never return from. A knowledge I couldn't un-know. At the same time I felt somehow closer to her. We shared something (well, she shared with me) that was wrong. Drinking pee is wrong. I know that. But it was now something we had done together. Looking into her eyes, at her face, I knew she felt the same way. That somehow, accepting her pee, I was accepting her. Wife. Mistress. Whatever she was. She took a mouthful of wine and lowered her face to mine. Her face was flushed and her eyes wide and soft. She placed her lips over mine this time, and not through the ring, and slowly let warm wine from her mouth dribble into mine. Again I was elated. The wine was incredible. She pulled away as I swallowed and took another pull from the glass, and returned to my lips. I drank thirstily of the warm pre-tasted wine, happy to have something to rinse the urine down with. She pulled away again, and set the wine glass back on the nightstand. She turned to me and said, "Since your performance was so pleasing, I will honor you above any slave. I am going to release you from your manacles and allow you to satisfy yourself. This is a sacred honor not to be taken lightly, and only given to the most obedient and respectful slave. You will do this by fucking my pussy. I expect you to do as you would with a common slave woman. You will fuck your Mistress like she is a common slave girl, and shoot your dirty slave seed into her pristine pussy." I was more than eager and perfectly ready to carry out her fantasy as my own even before the invitation. She began to unbuckle my right wrist, and the second it was free I moved to unbuckle my left. She smiled and started on my right foot. I moved to unbuckle my left and she started on the gag. I was relieved at being set free. My wrists and ankles ached, and my mouth was numb. I still managed to say "Thank you, Mistress." It came out sounding funny but she nodded. She tossed the gag aside and grabbed the crop lying beside me and told me to move over. I complied with an affirmative, and she lay on her back where I had lain, and spread her legs. She said, "Lubricate my pussy, and then you may begin to satisfy your needs slave." I immediately said, "Yes Mistress" and reached for the flip-top bottle of lube. I opened the top, and squeezed some of the liquid out onto my palm. It was very slippery. I massaged it into her pussy. I had poured too much, and a lot of the liquid spilled onto the latex sheet. It became slick under her ass. I rubbed my fingers down the cleft of her ass over her anus with lube under the pretext of catching the spill. She glared at me. I pulled my hand out, and moved to kneel between her legs. She lay back and looked at the ceiling and sighed. I pulled the top sheet over my shoulders and mounted her. My cock slipped into her pussy with ease and I buried it all the way. I could have come instantly, on the first instroke, but fought it off with fierce prejudice. This was not going to be over quickly. I held the latex sheet over my back and around the both of us, and she began to raise her hips to meet mine as I pumped my engorged cock into her little bare pussy. I thrust in time with her and she met me in perfect sync. She was becoming entranced just as I was. I pumped and ground my cock into her, and her pussy stretched and caressed. After what seemed like an hour (but was probably ten minutes) I could hold back orgasm no longer. The dinner, the latex, the role play, the lube, everything leading up to this was an avalanche of sexual excitement that my willpower could no longer hold at bay. My cock ached and throbbed. She snaked her hands around behind me and with one kung-fu grip on my left buttock and the other with nails digging into my back she came forcefully. I felt her snug little slippery pussy contract around my cock and knew at that instant I was done. She screamed at me. "Come in my pussy you fucking slave! Come in my pussy!" And come I did. I shot a huge load, as deep into her little pussy as I could pump my cock. My very essence I pumped into her. I felt it squirt out as I filled her puss and continued to pump. She continued to press my cock into her with her ankles on my buttocks. She finished her orgasm as I did. I lay on top of her resting on my elbows, my cock throbbing inside her. Chapter Seven-A Change of Pace She grabbed me by the hair on either side of my head and said, "Now that you're finished, you may clean me." I moved to get up, and she forced my head down toward her pussy. I balked at her cum soaked slit, and she wore a look of outrage. "Where do you think you are going? Lick it clean! Inside and out, and don't miss anything! You don't think I am going to bed with a pussy full of slave cum, do you?" She forced my head toward her pussy, and before I could gain leverage or respond, my mouth was pressed into my semen. It was indeed strange. I began to lick up the gooey mess. I swallowed reluctantly at first. It was odd in flavor and texture but not necessarily bad. I began to lap up the mess with vigor. When I finished licking her pussy lips clean and everything around it, I delved into her slit. I began sucking at her hole, and I knew the instant she did it, what she was doing. She bore down with her abdomen, and forced the semen pooled in her pussy out. A surprisingly large glut of pussy juice, lube, and semen came up her hole and I sucked it into my mouth. It was thick, and funky, and I swallowed it immediately. I sucked at her hole for more but got very little. I forced my tongue deep inside her, and licked her out as thoroughly as possible. To my astonishment, my mistress grabbed at my legs, and pulled them over toward her head. She lifted her head up and began to suck my cock clean. She licked every shaven inch of my penis, and scrotum, applying gentle suction to my balls. I continued to search for more of the semen. I realized there was plenty more that had seeped down toward her anus. I began licking down around her anus. She gasped, and stopped licking my scrotum. She released me so that I could get a better angle on her ass. I adjusted my body and lifted put my arms under her legs. I then pushed them up toward her abdomen, with my body between them. Her pussy and anus came off the bed and presented themselves to my palate. I began licking around her anus once more. She moaned with pleasure. I slid my tongue over her puckered sphincter, and pressed in on it. It did not yield. A little surprisingly, my cock expressed some life. I ran my tongue down the cleft of her ass, and quickly cleaned up the remainder of our mess even licking it off the sheet. I made my way quickly back to her asshole, and began to press my tongue in once more. Her puckered anus began to yield, and being concerned about the hygiene of my actions, I didn't push in very far. She gripped my hard penis hovering over her face. I continued for a few more moments and then she stopped me with a hard grip on my cock. She said, "You will fuck me in the ass, slave." I paused, stunned. "Now slave! Lube up your cock and get to work." She pushed me off and went for the nightstand. She grabbed the lube and thrust it at me. Then she grabbed a small shiny gold egg shaped device with a cord coming out of one end, connected to a control pad. "Yes Mistress." I intoned in total wonder. I had never done anything of the sort before. Do I do it like on those XXX flicks? My wife had never asked for such unorthodox practice before. Apparently Mistress was different. All I could do was lube up my cock and do as I was told. The prospect of stuffing her bunghole with my cock was extremely exciting. The notion was barbaric. I felt like an animal. Her device was obviously a vibrator. She was poised with her tiny ass in front of me. My cock was lubed up and I slid my lubed hand into her ass-crack. She grunted, and said in a commanding tone, "Get busy and stop stalling. Ream it good slave." I was appalled. I was however determined to enjoy this every bit as much as I could. She obviously wanted to be fucked in the ass, and she wanted to be fucked ruthlessly. I replied with deliberateness "Yes my Mistress." She lay on one elbow with her knees spread and anus prominently displayed high. Her free hand was holding the egg, and the other held the controller. She switched it on, and held the egg to her clit. I guided my cock up to her anus, and pressed gently. She pushed herself back into it roughly. I was stunned, I figured such a maneuver would kill someone not used to doing it, but apparently she had been preparing for this occasion for some time, perhaps she had prepared her anus as well. I took that as my cue. Her anus taut around my cock, I began to thrust into her deeply. She encouraged me, grunting when I came to the hilt. I was thrilled at this new sensation. Her rectum felt wonderful. I began to do exactly as she had commanded. I reamed her ass with abandon. I jammed my cock in to the music of her panting, "Fuck my ass. Fuck it! Fuck my ass you slave." Her asshole squeezed my cock when she came. I blew another large load of thick semen, this time into her rectum. I came hard. I thrust my cock deep as her asshole puckered around my member, gripping it, milking it for every last drop of semen. She screamed the entire time. I mean she really screamed. She reached between her legs and grabbed my scrotum and balls, and pulled me toward her as if I could go deeper. I held her hips and mashed myself into her. When she finished cumming, she said in an exhausted voice, "There is a cum towel on the night stand, grab it and clean us up." I replied shakily, "Yes Mistress." I reached for the towel and held it under my penis as I withdrew from her anus. Cleaning up was almost unnecessary. My cock came out wet but clean. My load would apparently stay in her rectum. I was amazed at the idea of her going about her business with my semen in her ass. A stray thought of her shopping her way through the grocery store with my sperm-load lubricating her rectum and pooling on her sphincter went through my mind like a whip crack, but I tucked the fantasy away for another time. I wiped her down and then myself. She collapsed on the bed when I had finished. She switched off the egg, and threw it on the floor. I put the towel aside, and she said "Turn out the lights and come to bed slave." I flipped the switch over the headboard, and said "Yes Mistress." I pulled the slick latex sheet over us and lay back. I adjusted a pillow under my head and lay on my back. She scooted over and rested her head on my upper arm, as she lay on her side and put her arm around me. She still wore the snug red collar, but she appeared not even notice it. She reached up and pulled the hair tie out of her hair, and shook and pulled out her braid. She rested her arm back up on my chest hugging me gently. "I love you slave." She said. I answered, "I love you Mistress." Chapter Eight-Birdsong "Honey, wake up." My wife spoke lightly in my ear. She was laying beside me on top of the covers running her fingers through my hair while she spoke softly to me. My eyes were still closed but I could tell she had been up. She had taken a shower and used that honeysuckle scented soap that I simply love. I cracked my eyes open and looked up into her beautiful heart-shaped face, and smiled. She was an angel. Her damp hair was wrapped in a towel and she was in her blue bathrobe. I became aware of my body, stuck between black latex sheets. It was a funky feeling to wake up to. I felt really nasty, but it felt good. Even so, I couldn't wait to get a shower and refresh myself. I also felt a strong desire to urinate. She smiled back at me, and said "Good morning sleepy head." My reply was slow, "Mmmmm, good morning. You're beautiful." Her cheeks colored. Her eyebrows scrunched up, and her eyes got watery and she kissed me. I was immediately aware my slimy mouth, but she spared my dignity with a lip kiss. It was a smooth warm kiss, and even brief. She pulled away, and said, "I left you some hot water." "Thank you, I am in desperate need of a shower." I moved to rise, and she assisted me by pulling back the covers and observing my nakidity. I stood up and stretched in the bright sunshiny room and immediately realized that I was just as shaven this morning as I had been last night. I looked down at myself in surprise first, and then a little shock. I ran a hand down to my half erect penis and covered it up. I looked over onto the bed and she was sitting there admiring my shaven legs grinning from ear to ear. "Hey naked boy." She said with an evil little grin. I was at a loss. I remembered that exposed feeling from the night before and everything that had happened hit home. I drank her piss! I was shocked, and must have looked it. I began to walk toward the bathroom, returning her smile hesitantly, while playing over in my mind everything from the night before. She moved from the bed quite quickly, obviously pursuing me. I hurried my steps unsure of what she was thinking. She did not appear to have an evil red crop handy. I scurried toward the bathroom holding my hands over my genitals. She raced up behind me and swatted me on the ass as I turned the corner into the bathroom. She was laughing, and I found myself infected with it too. She stood in the doorway as I turned on the shower, and she said, "Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes. There's a fresh blade in your razor by the way, just in case you felt the need to get rid of any stubble." She smiled in a knowing way that suggested I should use the razor. Then she was gone in a flash. My marriage was never going to be the same.