With each story slipping underneath her feet, Jaime’s stomach knotted further. Finally, the elevator stopped on the tenth floor and the doors swooshed open to reveal a bright yellow hallway. She hesitated. What was she thinking? She had never met him and yet here she was. Jaime took a breath and lifted her foot, stepping across that thin silver line, the threshold between the elevator and the world ahead of her. She thought, “Well there’s no turning back now.”
Jaime found herself standing in front of a door whose colour reminded her of the stain blackberries leave on your fingers when you’re finished. Again she hesitated, her fist hovering over the knocker. Within in seconds of her contact with the door, it was pulled away and Jaime was left with the smirking face of a woman not much older than she. Sun radiated from behind her, the result of large, uncovered windows deeper within the apartment.
“Jaime? I’m Anna, now come inside you are ten minutes late.” She chided.
Before Jaime regained her ability to speak she was led into a studio, ahead of her was a white platform and around her young women bustled black and forth carrying, cutting and sealing together multiple pieces of black latex. The smell of rubber was almost intoxicating. Jaime was prodded up onto the platform and immediately stripped of her clothing.
It wasn’t until she was entirely bare that she realized the feeling of sun on her skin meant she was facing the windows. Light spilled in around her, she could see the busy streets below, bustling with New Yorkers on their way to work. She blushed crimson, she knew she was too high up to be seen yet the sheer exposure of it all left her feeling vulnerable and shaken. However, Jaime was dragged back to reality by the slick, smooth sensations of measuring tapes and fingers, poking, lifting and pressing into her flesh.
When she opened her mouth to speak a small rubber ball extinguished the ability to use her tongue. It was then strapped around the back of her neck and locked in place. Her eyes widened and blood rushed south, her eyes still fixated the traffic below her. Soon her body was being coated in thick lube leaving her skin gleaming and smooth, followed by the fitting of a black latex body suit. She felt the latex stretch around her curves and then slowly shrink, encasing her, causing Jaime to stand up straighter. A hood was then pulled over her head bulging where the gag protruded from her mouth. The snapping of the hood over the collar of Jaime’s suit caused her to jump, she felt it constrict ever so slightly around her throat.
By now Jaime’s clit was throbbing and her skin was beginning to tingle with sweat and anticipation. As gloves were slipped over her fingers and snapped around her wrists she held back the desire to scream. It had never occurred to her that latex might induce feelings of claustrophobia.
Suddenly, she felt the heat of flesh on her cheek, Anna’s hand was gingerly stroking the latex that was now Jaime’s second skin. Anna’s eyes pierced through the confines of Jaime’s hood, comforting and calming her. “It’s going to be alright pet, just relax.” Jaime gasped, the sudden sensation of Anna’s fingers on her lips, snaking around her clit caught her by surprise. In all of the confusion Jaime had failed to realize that the only part of her left exposed was the tender flesh between her thighs. Anna began rhythmically stroking until she felt Jaime’s muscles release and a sigh escaped from behind her gag.
As she pulled away Jaime whimpered, rocking her hips towards Anna’s fleeting fingers. Anna laughed to herself, “Not yet, I just don’t want you to panic on me, after all you’ve just begun.” She said as she slipped on final latex covering over Jaime’s eyes. After the initial application of rubber Jaime was startled to feel the pressure of locking leather cuffs on the both her wrists and ankles, finished off with the click of a steel ring secured around her neck.
All that remained of Jaime was a black silhouette and two ripe, pink pairs of lips. The room went silent; the background chatter that had provided comfort to an immobilized Jaime ceased to find it’s way to her ears. She heard the creak of a door on the opposite tide of the room and turned her blind eyes towards it. Cologne stung her nostrils, invoking butterflies under her skin. Heavy steps made the platform beneath Jaime shutter, or so she thought.
“On your knees girl.” Anna cooed.
As she hit the ground Jaime felt a stiff set of fingers cupping her chin, lifting her face upwards. Jaime’s lips parted, taking in the electricity the air offered, filling her lungs with fear and excitement. A hearty chuckle reverberated between the walls of latex that surrounded Jaime’s head; she shifted uncomfortably, waiting for further instruction.
(Prof gave me an A fantastic)
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