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Chapter 1
Kevin felt himself get an erection as he looked at his now safely anonymous friend. He'd left the lounge to fetch a few items while she got changed. Now he'd returned, he finally realised just how breathtaking her transformation was.
She was covered from head to toe in a black zentai spandex catsuit. The only parts of her body exposed by the tight fitting item of clothing were her nostrils and mouth. Over the top of that, she was wearing gleaming knee-high boots with impossibly high heels, also black.
Kevin watched in fascination as she put on the finishing touch, her rubber hood. Like the spandex layer beneath it, the rubber hood had tiny little holes for her to breath through. Its only other feature was the large hole exposing her mouth, forcing it wide open. For all intents and purposes, she could now be seen as an orifice and nothing more; an open mouth waiting to be used. But she was so much more, he realised. The spandex catsuit hugged her perfect body tightly, showing off her firm breasts and slim waist. Teasing him. Inviting him.
She raised her arms at her sides briefly, her palms facing him, to show that she was finally ready. The gesture seemed strangely cute and innocent coming from someone dressed as she was. Kevin felt his arousal intensify as he remembered the fun loving woman underneath the costume. He'd fantasised about her many times, but it had never occurred to him that she was even attainable, let alone harbouring desires that made his own seem tame by comparison.
Kevin could smell the faint scent of her arousal. He felt relieved, assured that she really did still want to go ahead with their plan. His mind free of doubt, he started to use the items he'd assembled. First, he fastened an iron shackle around each of her wrists with an Allen key. Then he moved a bookshelf full of CDs, revealing a sturdy tie ring mounted to the wall. He gently held his friend's spandex covered hand, guiding her towards the ring. She couldn't see where she was going anymore, and couldn't walk very fast in her boots, but she obediently followed him. He picked up a short chain and two padlocks, fastening one end to the ring and the other to both of the shackles encasing her wrists.
For a few minutes he simply watched her work out the limits of her confinement. He resisted the urge to unzip his fly and force her head down onto him right there and then. There would be plenty of time for that later, he reminded himself. Instead, he just watched as she felt the padlocks, the chain, the ring; as she walked a few steps forward, pulling the chain tight, working out the perimeter of her semicircle. The chain only permitted her to move a short distance, barely a quarter of the room, but it was more than enough for her to kneel down comfortably. That was all that mattered.
Kevin glanced at the clock on the wall. The first guests should arrive any minute now. He couldn't wait. A close knit circle of friends, they would probably take almost as much delight in trying to guess his captive's identity as they would in making her service them. It certainly promised to be a fun evening.
Chapter 2The doorbell rang over the sound of the hi-fi. Not having much of a party music collection, Kevin had stuck a Fatboy Slim album on, hoping it would create the right atmosphere. He dutifully headed towards the front door.
"So, have you worked out who she is yet?" he asked Dave, the only guest so far who had the nerve to get his dick out in front of anyone.
"Who cares?" replied Dave, pushing the captive woman's rubber-clad face rhythmically over his member. "I just wish she'd make this a regular event. Guilt-free sex, man."
Kevin left the room, then came back in with the new guest, a young woman who was dressed much the same as the other guests, in jeans and a t-shirt. The woman chained to the wall looked completely out of place, a shimmer of spandex and rubber amongst all the casually dressed people. It seemed appropriate enough, though: she wasn't a guest, she was the entertainment.
Kevin felt himself get an erection as he looked at his now safely anonymous friend. He'd left the lounge to fetch a few items while she got changed. Now he'd returned, he finally realised just how breathtaking her transformation was.
She was covered from head to toe in a black zentai spandex catsuit. The only parts of her body exposed by the tight fitting item of clothing were her nostrils and mouth. Over the top of that, she was wearing gleaming knee-high boots with impossibly high heels, also black.
Kevin watched in fascination as she put on the finishing touch, her rubber hood. Like the spandex layer beneath it, the rubber hood had tiny little holes for her to breath through. Its only other feature was the large hole exposing her mouth, forcing it wide open. For all intents and purposes, she could now be seen as an orifice and nothing more; an open mouth waiting to be used. But she was so much more, he realised. The spandex catsuit hugged her perfect body tightly, showing off her firm breasts and slim waist. Teasing him. Inviting him.
She raised her arms at her sides briefly, her palms facing him, to show that she was finally ready. The gesture seemed strangely cute and innocent coming from someone dressed as she was. Kevin felt his arousal intensify as he remembered the fun loving woman underneath the costume. He'd fantasised about her many times, but it had never occurred to him that she was even attainable, let alone harbouring desires that made his own seem tame by comparison.
Kevin could smell the faint scent of her arousal. He felt relieved, assured that she really did still want to go ahead with their plan. His mind free of doubt, he started to use the items he'd assembled. First, he fastened an iron shackle around each of her wrists with an Allen key. Then he moved a bookshelf full of CDs, revealing a sturdy tie ring mounted to the wall. He gently held his friend's spandex covered hand, guiding her towards the ring. She couldn't see where she was going anymore, and couldn't walk very fast in her boots, but she obediently followed him. He picked up a short chain and two padlocks, fastening one end to the ring and the other to both of the shackles encasing her wrists.
For a few minutes he simply watched her work out the limits of her confinement. He resisted the urge to unzip his fly and force her head down onto him right there and then. There would be plenty of time for that later, he reminded himself. Instead, he just watched as she felt the padlocks, the chain, the ring; as she walked a few steps forward, pulling the chain tight, working out the perimeter of her semicircle. The chain only permitted her to move a short distance, barely a quarter of the room, but it was more than enough for her to kneel down comfortably. That was all that mattered.
Kevin glanced at the clock on the wall. The first guests should arrive any minute now. He couldn't wait. A close knit circle of friends, they would probably take almost as much delight in trying to guess his captive's identity as they would in making her service them. It certainly promised to be a fun evening.
Chapter 2
The doorbell rang over the sound of the hi-fi. Not having much of a party music collection, Kevin had stuck a Fatboy Slim album on, hoping it would create the right atmosphere. He dutifully headed towards the front door.
"So, have you worked out who she is yet?" he asked Dave, the only guest so far who had the nerve to get his dick out in front of anyone.
"Who cares?" replied Dave, pushing the captive woman's rubber-clad face rhythmically over his member. "I just wish she'd make this a regular event. Guilt-free sex, man."
Kevin left the room, then came back in with the new guest, a young woman who was dressed much the same as the other guests, in jeans and a t-shirt. The woman chained to the wall looked completely out of place, a shimmer of spandex and rubber amongst all the casually dressed people. It seemed appropriate enough, though: she wasn't a guest, she was the entertainment.
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