The Latex Ladies: A Futa Fetish Lesbian Fantasy

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The EMO Kid then proceeded to the refrigerator and produced a cold beverage. He lifted me up to sit upright on the bed and proceeded to help me drink the beverage. “May I have another beverage”, I asked the EMO Kid. “In about fifteen minutes. You don’t want to drink too much too fast”, replied the EMO Kid. I was beginning to feel better, even though I was still sealed inside the Rubber Prison. I could feel the Chastity Device pressing against my Member. Now I’m sure you’re wondering why, if this room is so resistant to the outgoing passage of sound, I bothered with that gag.” 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!” No response. She took another look at the suit. The zipper, open, left the shiny interior exposed. It felt like it was begging to be used. A suit of this quality would be very expensive, she tough. She might never have such an opportunity again.

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.” 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. 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. 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: As you know already, my name’s Della. But what you’ve failed to grasp is that I’m the girlfriend of the man you’re intent on sending to prison for the foreseeable future.”Exactly what was meant by ‘Specialist Modelling’, Felicity had no idea. She’d always wanted to try her hand at this sort of thing, however, but to date the opportunity never seemed to have arisen. Now, having always aspired to treading the catwalk, she knew that she simply had to give it a try. If she failed to impress and got rejected, then so be it. But at least she could say that she’d given it her best shot. And at twenty two years old, she fitted the age criteria perfectly! No time to mull it over, however, as the 28th was tomorrow! 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. 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. One, that’s all. One solitary leaflet, designed and printed just for your benefit and no one else’s, then hand delivered especially to your door. Don’t you feel honoured to be given such special treatment?”

Just relax and don’t struggle. I’ll have the eye and nose holes positioned correctly in just a second. I know it can seem a bit claustrophobic at first, but you’ll soon get used to it.” But what made this brief period of time significant was that, although of such short duration, Felicity had instantly recognised the thief, despite his attempts at disguising his identity with the makeshift mask. For the man who fled the shop with his ill-gotten gains was none other than a guy she’d been at school with. Although she’d not laid eyes on him for several years, and despite the fact that they had never been close friends, Felicity still knew the instant that she’d seen him that this was a former classmate by the name of Mike Anderson. And naturally, being a law-abiding citizen who abhorred violence of any kind, she’d informed the police of his identity once they’d turned up on the scene that evening. With a face positively glowing with pride, she once again bent down beside her powerless detainee and raised one finger in front of Felicity’s eyes. 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.”My name’s Della and I’ll be running the auditions today. Please excuse the surroundings, as we’ve only just moved in and haven’t got around to sprucing the place up yet. I’m afraid you’ll just have to put up with the less than salubrious facilities today, but the client that has commissioned this shoot is in a hurry, so we’ve had to improvise before we’re really ready.” She had been hoodwinked into thinking that she was here auditioning for a bondage photo-shoot, and although at the time the whole concept had been alien to her, Felicity now received some insight into what it was that fascinated and excited people about being clothed in skin-tight latex and kept inescapably bound. Subconsciously, maybe the idea wasn’t quite as alien to her as she’d at first assumed. In fact, maybe – just maybe – she could grow to love this form of escapism with a few days’ of practice. Right my dear, if you’d like to go behind the screen and change into the suit provided, we’ll get started.” Della switched off two of the spotlights and folded them away, leaving just one solitary beam shining directly on the squirming latex form in the centre of the room. The reflection cast by the shiny fabric seemed to remind Della of something she hadn’t yet explained, yet felt might be of interest to the ensnared and writhing young woman.