Lovely In Latex
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LOVELY IN LATEX -- 2. by Throne.
Alex was so apprehensive that he could barely complete his duties. His Aunt
Tabitha had tasked him with cleaning the house. She had acquired a new
outfit for him to wear while he was doing it... a maid's uniform... made of
latex. It was in the traditional black and white, with a very short skirt
and built-in breast forms. There were PVC stockings and black shoes with
square toes and two-inch block heels. He had on a short black, pixie-cut
wig, with a tiny cap perched atop it. His make-up was nicely done, with
pale blue eye shadow. He was polishing an athletic trophy his Aunt had
picked up at a thrift shop and put prominently on display. Every time he
saw it he was reminded of his dashed hopes of being a notable sports player.
Or even of being a cool and self-assured guy.
The doorbell rang and Alex carefully set the trophy back on the shelf,
wishing it had been him who had won it. He hurried to answer the door,
walking easily on the heels. It bothered him that he was taking so well to
his new feminine role. His Aunt kept telling him that he must have been
latently wanting to live that way. He told himself she was wrong, yet he
couldn't deny how far he had come with posture, movement and speech. He was
even applying his own cosmetics most of the time.
When he opened the door, his Aunt's friend Eudora was standing there,
looking smugly superior. Seeing her reminded him of the power she held, to
give a negative report on him and possibly land him in juvenile detention
with guys who were... aggressive. He curtsied to her and said, "Good
evening, Miss Eudora. My Aunt Tabitha is in the recreation room." But
there was someone else behind the confident woman. It was another female
and both of them were attired in shiny latex dresses. Eudora said, "Thank
you, Alexis," as she stepped inside. Her companion followed, taking a good
look at Alex. He hated being stared at, especially by someone new. The
second woman looked directly at him and ran the tip of her tongue slowly
across her slightly parted lips. The male maid shuddered at the suggestive
act.
He followed them to the recreation room and asked quietly if he could get
anyone anything. His Aunt told him that she would serve the wine herself,
and that he should wait back at the door for other arrivals. Alex curtsied
again, making sure to dip low enough, as he had been taught. Then he
returned to the door. Soon the bell rang once more. This time it was a
quartet of attractive women, all wearing rubber blouses and loose skirts of
the same material. They crowded in on him, forcing him to retreat.
Encircled, he could only stand there, fluttering his hands while they
admired him and made frivolous comments.
"I wish I had a maid like her. Maybe Tabitha will loan her out."
"This one looks like she can provide all sorts of services. I'll bet she's
well trained."
"She wears that uniform so well. Of course, it's easy with such a slim
girly figure."
"I mean, really, it's hard to tell that there's a boy under there."
Alex couldn't stop himself from blushing. Female fingers brushed his cheek,
bare arms, and neck. He quivered and turned this way and that, wishing he
could escape the examination. It wasn't easy, being a guy inside that
uniform, and being penned in by beautiful women. His body tried to respond
but the latex panties his Aunt had made him wear were very tight. Two of
the women hooked their arms into his and walked him through the house. One
of them complimented his perfume. He whispered his thanks. As they reached
the others, Aunt Tabitha looked up and smiled.
"Hello all," she said cheerily. "I'll pour you some wine and Alexis will
fetch the snacks. In a little while we can begin the evening's...
entertainment."
The worried young man didn't like the sound of that. What did his Aunt
Tabitha and Miss Eudora have planned for him? He had time to worry about it
while they chatted and enjoyed themselves. He, of course, was not permitted
anything to eat or drink. His Aunt was managing his figure and didn't want
him to gain even an ounce. He listened to them, hoping to catch some hint
of what was planned. But it was to no avail. He had to wait on pins and
needles for over an hour until at last Tabitha revealed what was in store
for him.
She said, "I thought it would be fun for us to decorate my nephew's body.
Naturally, he's not allowed to have any hair on him, below his nicely shaped
and dyed eyebrows. So we'll have a lovely smooth canvas to work on."
Alex squirmed uneasily at the thought of having to expose more of himself,
and being touched and marked. But he had no alternative. Even if he wanted
to flee, he didn't have a stitch of male clothing to change into. The women
all stared at him as his Aunt made a few hand signals to indicate that he
should undress. Feeling mortified, he began shedding his maid's outfit. As
more and more came off, Tabitha put out a box from which her guests took
washable markers, lipstick, other cosmetics, and temporary tattoos. Several
of the females applied heavy coats of lipstick to their mouths and then
closed in around him. They began kissing him, leaving vivid imprints on his
cheeks, neck, shoulders and torso. One of them left her mark around each of
his nipples, which drove his desire to dizzying heights. Too bad for him
that those snug rubber panties continued to compress his genitals and hold
his penis tightly and uncomfortably against his body.
Another of the women took a marker and drew two red hearts around the lip
prints surrounding his nipples. She blew into his ear and whispered lewd
suggestions that he knew she had no intention of carrying out. She just
wanted to add to his frustration. A blond with ice-blue eyes used mascara
to write in the middle of his narrow chest, in large looping letters, SISSY.
She handed the applicator to another woman, who printed on his belly,
SMOOTH, with an arrow pointing to his bare crotch. The third one to use it
drew a big flower on each of his compact buttocks. Above one of the nipple
hearts appeared the words LICKING BOY, and over the other ASS KISSER. He
had to read them upside down and was shaken up when he saw what they said.
Finally, several temporary tattoos were applied, fairies with long wings and
cartoon kitty faces.
The women made him parade around and show off his body art. They had been
surreptitiously using their phones to take pictures of him, but now they
started doing it openly, making comments about who they were going to send
them to and where they would get posted. He wanted to plead with them not
to forward any of the embarrassing shots, but knew that if he did, it would
only amuse them. It might even provoke them into sending them to people he
knew. That possibility made him go cold inside. He had to step into a pair
of tall stilettoes and put on another display for them. They inscribed some
things on his back, where he couldn't view them. Then Tabitha mentioned the
words on his chest. She said that, with proper instruction, he could live
up to both of those messages.
Eudora sat on a comfortable chair and edged her hips forward, at the same
time spreading her legs. He caught a glimpse up under her short latex skirt
and saw that she wore nothing else. Tabitha put her hand firmly on the back
of his neck, exerted downward pressure, and said, "Kneel, Alexis." When he
obeyed, he found himself uncomfortably close to Eudora's legs. A toe,
jabbed between his decorated buttocks, made him shuffle forward on his
knees. He dipped his head down and got it under the skirt. The scent of
rubber was strong, as was the musk of her femininity. His Aunt reminded him
that he had kept a stash of porn hidden in his bedroom at home, and so he
must know how to please a woman -- in special ways. He closed his eyes,
stuck out his tongue, and began. This wasn't the way he had pictured
himself pleasuring women. Alex had long had visions of being a take-
control, competent stud. Instead he was lapping at an increasingly wet
pussy, listening to the woman moan, feeling her writhe her hips, and all the
while breathing in those mixed aromas of femininity and rubber.
He didn't want to become excited from being put into such a lowly position,
but his Aunt had not allowed him to ejaculate since his arrival. He was
constantly seeing her, and Eudora frequently visited. Now the room was full
of attractive women, ones with needs that he could fulfill. All the
touching and those seductive comments had robbed him of whatever degree of
control he had still possessed. His confined penis strained to be free.
His nipples seemed to pulse. Desire took hold of him and drove him to
please the woman before him the only way he was allowed to; his only thought
was to take her to the peak of pleasure and drive her over the top. It took
a while -- especially because she kept making him slow down -- but at last
he did it. She kept him using his tongue while she crested and enjoyed a
protracted descent, followed by an extended afterglow.
At last he was permitted to take his head out from under her skirt. His
face was warm and moist. Her flavor was strong in his mouth. Several other
women stood there looking down at him with interest. From across the room
another of the guests called for him. She was on the sofa, in the same
position as the one he had just finished with. His Aunt told him not to
bother getting up because he was going to be busy with this work for quite a
while. He had to crawl across the room to his next eagerly waiting target.
She took the back of his head and pushed his face against her moistness
before tugging her skirt over the back of his head. He gasped but then did
what was expected, probing and lapping, paying special attention to her
clitoris. He began learning that each woman was slightly different, and
that he would have to suit his technique to their wants. This one kept him
going longer than the first one had. Afterwards, he had to crawl back
across to where a new one was occupying the soft chair.
He tried to console himself that his situation couldn't become any more
demeaning. But he was wrong. The fourth woman didn't sit. She stood,
leaning on the back of a wooden chair, and thrust out her bottom. He looked
at his Aunt, hoping she would tell him he wasn't expected to do what it
appeared he was. But she just pointed out that one of the names on his
chest was ASS KISSER. He swallowed the remains of his pride and got his
head under her skirt, his lower face between her bottom cheeks. Her latex
garment held him in place and made him feel trapped. He strove to satisfy
her but, of course, wasn't likely to trigger a climax with what he was
doing. His tongue moved constantly, circling on the outside and then going
deep, slipping in and out, running up and down the valley of her backside.
She purred and pressed her butt back against his features, nearly smothering
him, but showed no signs of reaching the end of the sexual thrill ride she
was on.
Alex heard he other women talking about wanting to sample his ass-pleasing
talents. They discussed how, by moving him from back to front and then back
again, they could make their enjoyment go on and on and on. He dreaded how
long this might continue. If he multiplied the number of women times the
orgasms they were capable of experiencing, and then added how much more time
he might spend stimulating them from behind, it led to frightening numbers.
Unfortunately for him, his calculations were somewhat short. The marathon
continued until he was lightheaded from intimate contact, his own bottled up
needs, and the shame of the ordeal. As his Aunt Tabitha had intended, he
was put into a vulnerable state of mind, his ego stripped away, his
personality left malleable. His former ideal of being the master of women
was replaced by the reality of having to serve them. Rather than admit
total defeat, he subconsciously began to take pride in his unwanted tasks
and how well he did them.
By the end of it all he had been changed. The alterations in his
personality might not have lasted, except that his Aunt and Eudora replayed
this scene many times, either with themselves as the women in charge, or
with guests who added to the time his service went on. They didn't make him
get naked after the initial session, preferring to put him back into latex
and to reinforce the idea that when he wore his feminine clothes he was
protected from humiliating nudity, that those outfits were something
positive. After three weeks of regular reinforcement of his treatment, he
had indeed become what one of the messages written on his back that first
time called him -- PUSSY SLAVE. And his attachment to the clothing he had
at first hated was becoming pathological. Alex didn't realize the full
extent of what had been done. He kept telling himself that his time in his
Aunt's home might be shortened, because he was cooperating so well.
Unhappily for him, he was incorrect about that, too. But no one shared that
information with him. Tabitha wanted to save the shock of there being no
reprieve, and combine it with the next step in his remaking. She intended
to drive all the masculinity out of him, to drain away his confidence, and
to convince him that he really was the weak-willed lover of all things girly
that she had been suggesting to him that he was inside.
The final evening of the current phase of his training went well. He had to
choose on his own what he would wear. Tabitha needed to evaluate how far
his relationship with his new wardrobe had advanced. She watched as he went
through a closet and several drawers before making his selections. He felt
the need to make himself attractive. He even... wanted to. It crossed his
mind that he could cover himself more than usual, but that might irritate
his Aunt. So he selected a clinging latex jacket with narrow lapels. It
was cut short enough to let his tummy peek out. With nothing on under it,
he also revealed the center of his hairless chest. There were breast forms
built into the garment, so he still presented a feminine upper body. It was
teal and, after adding flesh-colored latex panties, he paired it with an
avocado mini-skirt of the same material. His legs were sheathed in PVC
stockings, light grey, and his feet were shod in shoes with narrow, three
inch heels, one shade darker.
He presented himself to his Aunt, who looked him up and down with a fixed
unreadable expression. After a few moments she decided out loud, "That will
do. Please be sure your make-up works with what you're wearing, Alexis."
He murmured, "Yes, Auntie Tabitha. Thank you."
She left him to do his face. He played up his eyes and minimized his mouth.
After all, the latter was just going to get messed up with all the oral
duties he expected to be performing. But at least he would be able to
gratify all the women. Soon the guests began arriving and he greeted them
politely. By now they all knew how available he was and every one of them
eyed him with lust on her face. It didn't bother him as much as it had in
weeks past. He was still stimulated by those erotic encounters, still put
off by how selfishly they used him, and now more desperate than ever to gain
his own relief.
When he had at last resigned himself to the inevitable, his Aunt surprised
him by saying, "I've decided that Alexis would enjoy a little change this
evening."
What did she mean? He was immediately apprehensive.
"Let's do this," she went on. "Instead of having her serve us fully and
make us cum, we can just have her worship us from behind. We'll get all the
stimulation we can stand and can have it go on as long as we like. I know
all of you really enjoy being pampered that way."
Alex felt confused. If he wasn't going to make them finish... If he didn't
have that much effect... His role was being reduced from satisfying them to
merely exciting them. He was overcome by a sense of powerlessness. He had
been defining himself by his ability to please them completely. Now he
would only be able to do half the job. He tried to think it through but one
of the women was already leaning forward and jutting her cute, latex-skirted
bottom out toward him. His Aunt took him by the shoulders and gently pushed
him in that direction. He moved forward numbly, taking tiny steps, his
mental equilibrium quite disturbed. When he got there he sank down onto his
knees and worked his head up under her insufficiently elastic skirt. It
held his face firmly against her backside, his face between her warm nether
cheeks. He began his task, falling into it from regular practice. He could
hear the other women chatting sociably, as if he wasn't even there.
The disoriented young man did the math in his head. If he had to service
all the women, and because he couldn't finish them they might want prolonged
sessions, he would be at it for... hours. As he catered to one after
another of them, Alex felt less and less sure about his relation to the
females. By the end of the evening, he was dazed. And his mouth was
overworked. He stood before the smirking beauties, trying to regain his
self image, when his Aunt produced something new that was made of rubber.
She held it up and he saw that it was a full-head mask of a sweet female
face. Alex's mouth opened in a startled O. He tried to find words but she
was already setting it against his face, smoothing it over his head, and
zipping it down the back. There was a small space between the lips and the
nostrils were cut out, so he would have no trouble breathing, but he
wouldn't be able to speak clearly, if at all. Eudora came close to him. He
could see her easily through the eye holes. She held an attractive wig that
was much like her own hair. After she settled it atop the rubber headpiece,
she gave it a gentle experimental tug and it stayed where it was, apparently
held in place by Velcro or something similar.
He got a fresh shock when his Aunt informed him that he would have to clean
up after the party. And neaten up the entire house. And clean the
bathrooms. In a daze, he nodded his assent and began straightening up. The
women ignored him as they said their goodnights. After they were all gone,
Tabitha and Eudora left the room. Again, Alex estimated how much time he
would be busy. His work would take him through the night, at least until
dawn, probably longer. He didn't understand why this was happening.
But the two main women in his life understood it all too well. Beyond his
earshot, which was rather limited by the mask anyway, they discussed their
intentions.
Tabitha said, "After this evening, I imagine the poor dear is confused about
his relationship with ladies. And the mask will further disorient him."
"Plus the added housework will leave him quite tired. And somewhat sleep
deprived."
"Indeed. So he will be rather pliable. Receptive to the next step in
his... development."
"In the extinguishing of what's left of his maleness."
"Exactly. Though we do want to leave a small flame of male ego burning
somewhere deep inside him, so that he will never be entirely comfortable
with his new identity. Or with what he will soon experience."
"And he will experience quite a lot, I'm guessing, after he meets his new
friend tomorrow. The one I've been planning to bring for a visit for a
while now."
"Oh yes," Tabitha agreed. "I believe our Alexis will become very close to
her new sissy sister."
Geraldine
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