Seven Deadly Sins
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Looking back, perhaps I should have paid for my girlfriend's vibrator.
=*=
One hand wanders across my stomach, smooth against my black latex waist
cincher. The corset constricts me, and its black laces clinch me tightly.
I shiver as her fingers caress the skinlike rubber and trace the steel
bones which restrict me.
Her other hand...
=*=
The vibrator, yes.
Her name was Mindy, and she was young. My female friends said too young
for me and frowned disapprovingly. My male friends, on the other hand,
were forever ogling her gorgeous, 19-year-old body.
We'd been going out for just a few months, and I was already growing
tired of her. Her constant inane chatter, her obsession with what I'd
consider pretty dreadful music, her emo-punkish style. We had small flats
within a couple of minutes walk from each other - and I'm not ashamed to
say the sex we were having was about the only thing keeping us together.
She was filthy dirty in bed, that was for sure. Mindy was constantly
horny, and ready for just about anything. And when I couldn't or
wouldn't, she was quite happy to finger herself watching porn on her
laptop. Eventually, her moaning and writhing would turn me on, and she'd
get her way.
But ennui sets in quickly, and after a while even that got tiring.
I didn't get a hardon every time I watched my girlfriend masturbate. And
I think that was the point when I realised I'd have to face up to the
situation and tell her it was all over.
=*=
Her other hand starts at my ankle. The ankle clad in a sheer black
stocking with a red Cuban heel and arrow-straight seam. The ankle that
she zipped into a black leather knee boot with straps and buckles running
up the back. The ankle that was bound to her bedpost with a scarf - just
like its opposite number.
Slowly, she trails her fingertips along the tight plastic. Up, over my
calf, sliding upwards towards my thigh. As she reaches my stocking, she
rubs gently, shifting the silk against my moisturised, bare skin.
I writhe...
=*=
A few days later it was her birthday. She was turning 20, and wanted to
celebrate with a night in at hers. I was expecting a sex marathon, and so
I decided I'd keep quiet about the whole breaking up thing.
Mindy was dressed stunningly. Her tiny puffball skirt was black satin,
with layers of sheer lace. Her corset was the sexiest she owned, a black
leather number so tight it seemed to ripple in the light as she moved.
She - and I - loved stockings, and tonight she'd gone for black fishnets
that failed to reach her tiny skirt by a thin margin of smooth thigh.
I smiled as I saw she'd worn her burlesque heels, round-toed and
platformed court shoes in shiny black patent leather.
Leaning forward to kiss me in greeting, she whispered in my ear:
"Come in. I hope you haven't forgotten my present. I'm so fucking wet and
I need to do something about it."
My heart sank. She'd asked for a vibrator. And she had just the one in
mind.
She'd shown me on her laptop. It was a wicked-looking thing, black and
shiny. Mindy told me it had all sorts of features: thrusting, rotating
and buzzing away at different speeds and rhythms.
If I'm honest, I was sort of tempted when she pointed out the remote
control unit. But when I saw the price, well... let's just say I decided
she wouldn't be my girlfriend long enough to worry about it.
But now here I was. No present, aside from the champagne.
=*=
I writhe against my bonds, my body arching under her light touches. She
seems to know exactly how to tease me using the feminine clothing.
She reaches up and gently rubs my bra with her palm. The black latex cups
slide against my suddenly sensitive breasts. The thin straps kiss my
shoulders as I flinch and gasp. Her fingers slip inside my bra and gently
pinch and pluck at my nipple. Her thumb runs along my collarbone,
smoothing my bra strap as she makes me hers.
=*=
The champagne was welcome - the lack of her requested present less so. In
fact, she flipped.
"What do you mean, you forgot? How could you forget my birthday?"
I looked at her helplessly. What could I say? I certainly didn't want to
make her even more angry by mentioning my - ahem - relationship doubts.
"For fuck's sake," she snapped, "I'm horny as fuck - and if your
performance of late is anything to go by, I'll be staying that way for a
while!"
The insult stung, but she wasn't far wide of the mark. I had been losing
interest in her.
"Look," I said, "let me make it up to you."
"How?"
"Well, how do you want?"
She looked thoughtful for a moment, got up from the couch and walked into
the kitchen. She came back with two more bottles of champagne.
"Let's finish these and then I'll decide. But I warn you, you'll have to
make a real fucking effort!"
"Anything," I said. A fateful word, indeed - if only I'd known.
=*=
She makes me hers, rubbing her stocking-clad leg against me as her
fingers tease my nipple. Her other hand touches my balls tucked inside
the black latex knickers. The touch is so light, it almost doesn't
happen. That gentlest feeling makes me shake and groan.
I know she's smiling, even with my eyes closed. She loves this as much as
I am. She's seeing my utter vulnerability, and it's turning her on.
The fingers insinuate themselves across the front of my panties,
following the bulge threatening push them out of shape. Mindy's touch
cools as it contacts my white-hot erection. She presses insistently
against my rod with her tiny fingers, rubbing the PVC into my smooth,
shaved and powdered crotch. The pleasure is maddening.
=*=
By the time we'd finished the champagne, I was pretty drunk. Mindy seemed
able to pour endless alcohol into her petite body and still function. My
speech was slightly slurred, and I felt decidedly giddy with the
sparkling delight that only champagne can bring.
My mood had lightened quite a lot, as had Mindy's. We hadn't discussed
her present for a couple of hours, and I was beginning to think I'd
managed to get away with it.
But then she said it.
"So... anything, you say?"
"Sorry?" I said.
"My birthday present. You'd do anything to make it up for me?"
I hesitated, sensing a trap. But not for long. The wine made me brave.
"Yeah, of course. Anything."
She shifted her gaze, and seemed to almost un-focus. Deep in thought, a
smile flitted across her pretty face.
"You can replace it!"
She chuckled to herself, not caring to share the joke.
"Yes, that's fair, isn't it? You forgot to buy my present and so now you
can replace it."
It wasn't a cheap vibrator, but I was trapped. I'd said that word -
anything. I tried to smile.
"Yeah. Sure. Anything."
=*=
The pleasure is maddening as she pulls my knickers down. Her hot breath
sighs onto my cock as it pops free and juts upwards. I moan and try to
force my hips in the air towards the source of the heat.
I don't need to wait too long - Mindy's lips swoop down and slide onto
the tip.
God, those lips... thickly lipsticked and lined. Luscious and wet. I'm
having my cock sucked by an angel. It's all I can do not to scream. Yet,
strangely, I find I'm holding my breath. My heart pounds against my
rubber corset and more waves of pleasure wash over my legs as they shift
inside the stockings that imprison them.
That all changes when I feel her fingers withdraw from my bra, only to
press against my arse. It happens so quick I wonder how she managed to
lube them. They press urgently against me.
I yelp and gasp and pant as she slowly invades me. The gel mushes around
inside me, tingling as it goes. Nerves I never dreamt of light up like
Christmas trees, and I am swept up in an ecstatic trance.
Her purr of pleasure gives her away. She knows she has me now.
=*=
As we went to bed, she pushed me into the bathroom.
"I want you to shower." She said, "You smell of alcohol. Here."
She pressed a bottle of body wash into my hands.
"This will make you smell nice. Now go!"
She slapped my arse, and I jumped into the cubicle as fast as I could
manage. I slathered on the cold soap and luxuriated under the how stream.
When I finished, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Only as
I started to dry myself did I realise.
"Hey!" I shouted, "This stuff's hair remover!"
Mindy stuck her head round the door.
"Sorry!" she said, "I didn't realise. You'll have to use the moisturiser;
otherwise it'll irritate your skin. And then stick some talc on."
She vanished back into the bedroom, and so I used her body moisturiser.
By the time I'd finished rubbing it into my skin, which was by now very
sensitive, I sported a huge erection. Puffing talc onto myself with a
large feathered pad did nothing to lessen it, either.
I walked into the bedroom, eagerly anticipating a hot sex session.
My wine-addled brain didn't spot it at first. Mindy gestured. I followed
her direction, to see a set of black rubber lingerie on the bed.
"Very nice," I said.
"I'm glad you like it, because I'm going to fuck you in it."
I blinked.
"What?"
"You heard me. You're going to wear that outfit so we can fuck like mad.
I'm going to put you on the moon tonight, love."
I tried to protest, but only succeeding in stuttering and stammering
incomprehensibly.
"Now," she said, "You didn't buy my little rubber friend. I asked what
you do, and you voluntarily said anything. I'm telling you that you're
going to replace my little rubber friend. OK?"
I nodded, stunned. Regaining the power of speech I said:
"But... I thought you meant... buy another..."
"No!"
She laughed.
"No, I meant I'm fucking horny all the time and I want a rubber sex toy
for my birthday and you're going to be it. Now get dressed."
She lay back on the bed, legs spread as I approached the items,
dumbstruck. Her hand dipped into her black ruffled knickers, and her
breathing became ragged as she explained how to don each of the tight and
feminine articles.
=*=
She knows she has me now. Her mouth moves over me as her fingers squirm
deep inside me. Setting up a steady rhythm, she fucks me with three of
her thin digits.
My groans are interspersed with short gasps of breath as she explores
inside my arse. She's so deep, and I can't help but clench around her. My
sphincter feels as though it'll chop them off; but thanks to the lube she
manages to pump and probe past it.
Each movement stretches me open a little more.
"I was hoping to use one of these on both of us tonight," she whispers,
and I open my eyes. She's holding the vibrator I was supposed to buy her.
I should have known she already had one. Her sex drive is so high she'd
explode without one.
"But as you forgot my birthday present, one of us is going to have the
one I bought. And as it's my birthday, I get to choose."
The hand, and the dildo, vanish between my legs. And even as I begin to
think about gasping a protest, it's too late.
=*=
Mindy insisted on tying me on her bed. My arms and legs are tied to the
four bedposts with long satin scarves. She takes off her skirt and climbs
onto the sheets with me.
She lies on her side, spooning against me. One hand snakes underneath me
and rubs my smooth scented back just between my waist-cincher and my bra.
The other hand gently strokes my thigh and pelvis.
"I've wanted you to be my rubber sissy for so long," She breathes into my
ear, "You've no idea of the sort of fantasies I read online. I've been
dying to dress you in latex and fuck you 'til you beg me to stop. And now
we're going to do it."
"Oh, God, Mindy, I..."
She kissed my earlobe, licking it slowly and carefully.
"It's alright, lover," She said, "Just lie back there. I'm going to tease
you until you scream, and then I'm going to fuck you as hard as I can.
And you're going to cum in my cocksucking mouth."
=*=
It's too late. My words die on my lips as the rubber cock slips inside
me. My long, drawn-out "Ooh" is matched by a similar exclamation from
Mindy as she watches the length slide into me. The intruder explores
every square centimetre of my rectum and robs me of my breath as it does
so.
I pant desperately, and try to relax around the girth of Mindy's
vibrator. It's big, but my body is grateful and craving more. The latex
on my skin stokes the fire I can feel between my legs. My cock bobs up
and down, crying out for some attention.
Mindy doesn't disappoint for long. Her head bows to meet my stiffness,
and her wet mouth engulfs me. I groan as she slides down my shaft, and
squeal as her magical tongue strikes sparks of sheer lust.
If I wasn't sure about how long I can last without shooting my boiling
load into her mouth, the uncertainty is suddenly dispelled as the
vibrator hums to life in my wonderfully violated arse.
The buzzing almost blows me apart as it finds every tiny secret spot
inside me. I'd never dreamed anything could feel this good. Mindy
redoubles her efforts as the vibrator shifts speeds and starts pumping
inside me. I'm being fucked, fucked by my girlfriend. Fucked as I'm
dressed in her kinkiest rubber lingerie, stockings and boots.
Her lips tighten and she draws her head back, sucking so hard I feel I'll
be turned inside out.
And then her vibrator finds a place within me that makes me see stars.
I'm screaming and screaming as my balls tighten and start to hammer out
their own rhythm. I can't hear anything over my own heartbeat, which
hammers away in time with my spurts. Mindy plunges down my shaft,
swallowing every drop.
As I recover, she slides upwards along my body until she's lying on top
of me, snuggling gently against me.
"I'm glad you forgot my present," she says, "I think you'll be keeping me
happier than I'd have been with a second vibrator."
"But you haven't come yet," I say.
The rubber cock, which she'd switched off, leaps back into life inside me
as she climbs off the bed. Standing at the door to her bedroom, she turns
and shows me the remote control.
"I'll give you ten minutes to recover before I come back," she says, and
I realise being her sex toy is going to be hard work. Almost as hard as
my rapidly-rising cock.
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