After finally succumbing to her rubber fantasies - Sara ordered a custom fitted latex catsuit with an interesting free additon of an AI assistant inside the suit that was advertisted to montior her body while within the grasp of the rubber.
As soon as it arrived in the post, Sara quickly stripped out of her normal clothes and began to slither into the latex, applying her hood and her corest. Then the suit responded to Sara…
“Nanotex Rubber Skin Layer has been appiled successfully…”
The rubber clad woman made her way to the mirror to admire her new addition to her latex arsenal, but then the AI unexpectably alerted…
“…Stage II initiated, vacuumn sealing and assumulation”
“Assimulation?!” Sara yelled into her mask, with only a small mumble escaping her. She quickly reached for the zips on the back of head but was shocked to find that they had completely disppeared…
…it was too late for her now.
Satin #37
We're on holiday in Italy and are having the most wonderful early-summer break. We happened to fly about two weeks in to my husband's lockup cycle, and I have decided that we won't be unlocking on this trip, which means that he'll be pushed to around 5 weeks this time around. He's in a good space, and most importantly, it suits me!
Italian beaches are awesome. There are lots of beautiful, topless women, and from what I can see, the only males wearing boardshorts are Brits or Americans. The rest are in speedos or boyshorts - especially the teens and 20-somethings.
Naturally, I'm making sure my husband is also in his speedo while on the beach. When in Rome.
Two days ago, something interesting happened. I was swimming while my husband reading on the beach. A beautiful young couple waded into the water. She was early 20s and he must have been 19/20 max. Lean, tanned and smooth. They were laughing, touching, kissing and splashing each other. She was in a very revealing black bikini and he was in a very brief army green speedo / swimsuit.
They got a little closer to me eventually, and I stole a few more glances. I realized that the boy was undoubtedly locked in a chastity cage. It appeared to be one of the metal designs with the steel bars and an integrated lock. It was short too, keeping everything very neatly contained in the tight, wet swimsuit. Once you know what a caged bulge looks like, you can notice them anywhere.
At one point I caught his eye and smiled, and his hand automatically went down to cover his crotch where he adjusted the fabric to make it less 'clingy' and then he looked back to see if I'd noticed. He flushed with embarrassment for a few seconds, but then turned back to his girlfriend and pretended the interaction never happened.
But I knew. Well done to that beautiful lady for getting him started so early!
When my line manager, Miss Bailey, had summoned me to the conference room, I had thought she might want me to take the minutes of a meeting. But no, it was because there was something dirty on the bottom of her shoe, and she wanted me to lick it off in front of a room full of other women who were all laughing at me.
My female colleagues know that I will be in a lot of trouble if I don't meet my deadline, and this is why they keep interrupting me with petty demands.
wake up babe, it's time for walkies :3
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