[PackagedStories.net] Cindy Lovedoll 3: Latex Slave by Gromet

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continued from part 2

Cindy had tied herslf up at home, dressed in her latex catsuit, three invaders made their presence felt in her holes, she was deep in fantasy of being used by three people at once when the climax hit and then she realsied that she was not alone...

Part 3: Latex Slave 

I had just been kidnapped after tying myself up,

    dressed in my latex catsuit and plugged, gagged and bound by my own hands.

    Whilst in the throughs of my orgasm I had been discovered by someone who

    had taken advantage of my tightly bound body and used my rear from his

    pleasure and as it turned out mine too. He then bound me even tighter and

    stuffed me into a canvas gym bag, I was now just a piece of luggage not

  a sexy, voluptuous woman but a mere sex object. 

I had spent the rest of the night enclosed within

  the dark interior of the bag, my movements limited to slight wriggles,

  this must have looked funny from the outside, luggage that moves. When

  he opened the bag, at first my eyes were blinded by the sudden daylight.

  As they adjusted I began to realise that I knew this apartment, I had been

  here before, my kidnapper was someone I knew. Then I saw his face as he

  smiled down at me it was my boyfriend, the same one that tied me down in

  a box dressed as a latex love doll. Relief overcame me, I was safe or at

  least I thought I was. 

He picked me up and carried me still bound into

  the spare bedroom; he placed me down on the bed and began untying me from

  the tight position I was held in. My legs sighed in relief as they were

  finally able to lower themselves down. He rubbed his hands over my latex

  covered body, putting some feeling into my limbs. I was still bound as

  I was by my own hands and he seemed to be in no rush to release me from

  my self imposed bondage. Indeed he rolled me over onto my stomach and climbed

  onto the bed next me. He’d decided to use me again; I guess the sight of

  my tightly bound, latex clad body had been too much for him. With little

  finesse he grabbed at the zipper at the rear of the catsuit and pulled

  it down, exposing again my rear to him. 

Quickly he rolled over on top of me, again pressing

  me into the bed and pressed home his now solid member into my abused rear

  hole, still wet from his previous spending. At least I was lubricated I

  thought as he continued pushing himself within me. He didn’t last long,

  maybe he didn’t want to, but I soon felt him cum within me. I had been

  used by him, I felt delighted and contented at the same time, like the

  cat who got the cream. I was his to do whatever he wished to. He laid on

  top of me for a while before moving off and laying next to me.  

It took some time before he spoke, he said that I was his kidnap

  victim, a mere sex toy to be used at his whim, to do whatever he wished.

  I was now his sex slave. When he said that a delicious tingle ran through

  my body. The thought that I was to be his sent me crashing into a long

  awaited orgasm. On the scale of things, it was minor but it was enough

  to sap what little strength I had left out of my body. He just smiled at

  me as he watched as the moment passed through me, he knew just what strings

  to pull to send me over the edge. I wanted to be his, whatever his terms

  and conditions.  

Maybe looking from an outside perspective this

  looked stupid, me bound in latex, toyed with and kidnapped by my boyfriend,

  others would have been screaming rape or help, here I was willing myself

  to submit. I wanted to be his, I had since he first found me inside his

  love doll. That seemed like ages ago, but only had been a couple of weeks.

  I had never fallen for someone like this before. He held me in his arms

  and he spoke about finding me last night, he was completely taken aback

  when he walked in on me, bound and enclosed in latex. He said that he thought

  about phoning me, but decided to surprise me instead, but it was him that

  got the surprise! 

It was at that point that my bladder decided to

  remind me of its presence. I wanted to pee urgently, it would be too late

  by the time he’d untied me so I was carried to the toilet and placed down

  on the seat. The rear of the suit was already undone so I could let myself

  go. Whilst sitting there he began removing the gag, saying that I must

  be thirsty by now. He gave me a drink and was about to begin untying me

  when I stopped him. I said that I thought I was your sex slave and that

  I should be kept suitably bound as he desired.  

He looked at me and asked what about work? I said

  that I could call in and tell them that I would be tied up for the day.

  I then said that I wanted to be kept tied and his kidnap victim for the

  rest of the day, if he didn’t mind. He left me and came back with the phone,

  I called first followed shortly after by him. The rest of the day was ours.

  I asked him to use me as he wanted, I was his for the day and that he should

  return me to my apartment the same way he took me. 

I was kept tied the rest of the day, in a variety

  of positions and all of my holes experienced several uses. I was left bound

  to the bed when not being used and he was resting. At one stage I was bound

  by my ankles to the rack in the closet, left suspended upside down and

  later he used my mouth for his pleasure. I really felt like a sex toy,

  there was no will on my part as I was kept bound, each time he changed

  position he took care not to fully untie me. 

Several hours later I was again placed in the

  bag, into the back of a cab and delivered to my door. He took me inside

  and bound me as he found me, inside my catsuit, tied hand and foot. Before

  he put the gag in I asked him if I could travel as his baggage again, which

  he replied “At your service maam!” He then placed the gagged back in my

  mouth and rolled me over on the bed. He placed the keys on the floor and

  left me as he found me. 

We had found something else we had in common,

  he was my Master and I his latex loving slave. 

Story continues in Part Four

01.11.04