A new Latex Suit

The parcel was heavier than I expected. Well packed in a carton and securely taped with anti-tamper tape, and gave nothing about the contents away. My pulse quickened as I signed for it, then hurried inside to open it and extract the contents. I’d been waiting for this now for four weeks and was eager to try it, but first I had to ring my lover and friend. I selected his number and hit call. He answered on the third ring.

“It’s arrived, Steve. At last!” I told him, fishing for my craft knife to cut all the tape.

“Brilliant. Have you tried it yet?”

“No. Still all in the box. You want to come over?”

“You bet. Get dressed, and I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“Great. I may need help zipping  up, you know how bad I am with my wetsuits.”

He laughed. “Yeah, and this one will be tougher I should think. Make sure you use plenty of lube. The thicker latex will be tough to work your way into. See you shortly.” He hung up.

I cut the tape along the top, then carefully worked my way through the rest of the taped sections, and at last opened the lid. Inside lay a black plastic parcel and the delivery note. Extracting the note I checked it, my pulse rapid as my eye ran down the list. Tailor made cat suit with penis sheath and detachable codpiece, bondage hood with blindfold and two detachable gags, ankle, thigh and wrist cuffs, slave belt and collar, two boxes of one hundred extra thick black condoms, four bottles of latex polish and lubricant, and a pair of ‘house boots’.

Very carefully I again cut the tape securing the plastic and then unpacked the items, examining each as I did so, my cock growing harder and harder in my briefs beneath my jeans as I did so. I breathed in the scent of the rubber. “Mmmm!” I sighed. 

Putting the catsuit aside I stripped. Fuck, I was on the point of dumping my load just looking at the suit! I knew I’d never get the thing on without cumming. Grabbing my cock, I jerked myself off, catching my cum in my discarded briefs. With that dealt with I set to work. Lubing my legs, I opened the suit and worked my feet into the tight leggings. Steve had called it right, the thicker latex was more restrictive, and he’d know because he’d measured me for it. As a bespoke tailor in the city he knew what he was doing as well.

Working the suit up my legs was hard work, but worth every second for the sensuous sensations as it slipped on. I worked my already hardening cock into the open ended sheath in the suit and then applied more lube to my torso, before working it up to my waist. My arms needed plenty of lube to slip into the sleeves, but then they were in and my hands entered the attached gloves. Now I had to work very carefully to get the zip, a four slider, starting between my legs and running all the way up my back, ready for closure. Experience had taught me to not open this any further than I needed to, so, using a pull tab from a wetsuit attached to the upper slider, I worked it up the rest of the way slowly. The sensation as the rubber tightened onto my body was almost indescribable. Madly erotic, fabulously restrictive, unbelievably erotic. 

I had to pause to get my breath, my pulse and my feelings under control, then I carefully fitted the codpiece and fitted the boots. When I faced the full length mirror again I almost dropped another load. The black latex gleamed. It moulded itself to my anatomy as if it were my own skin. The codpiece strained to contain my erection despite the hefty silver press studs securing it in place, while rear zip pulled deep into my butt crack, separating my butt cheeks and turning me into my own sexual fetish dream.

Hearing the front door close, I walked out of the bedroom grinning from ear to ear.

Steve turned and stopped, his smile growing as the bulge in his beautifully tailored pants grew. “Now that’s a beautiful sight.” He waved. “Turn round. I want to see how it looks.”

I turned slowly showing off my butt, and feeling a million bucks. “Like it?”

“No.” He laughed. “I love it! How’s it feel?”

I did a little ‘happy dance’. “Fabulous!” I acted coy. “I hope my lover is going to take advantage.”

“Did the other items arrive with it?”

“Yes! Shall I fetch them?”

He grinned. “The slave belt, the hood and the solid gag. The collar too. I can see you’ll need restraining while I get ready.”

“Yes, sir!” I skipped away to the bedroom and retrieved the items. “Here they are, Master.”

Taking the slave belt, he slipped it round my waist, cinched it tight and then secured my wrists to it in the attached cuffs. “That’s good.” He took the hood, opened it and carefully fitted it to my head. Zipping it closed, he opened the back of my suit, eased the skirt of the hood under the suit, then zipped the suit closed again. He grinned as he fitted the wide collar. “Now you look like exactly what I love — my very own rubber sex doll.” 

“Thank you, Steve — Master.” I accepted his kiss. “Please make full use of me for your pleasure.”

“I intend too,” he said, fitting the solid penis gag and fastening it in place. “Now wait here while I get changed.”

Obediently I watched him walk to our bedroom. The rest of the afternoon would be very busy I knew. His reaction, and my own responses told me this suit was going to be worth its weight in gold many times over. 

I wasn’t wrong. Steve knew exactly how to drive me wild, and how to use me to give himself the most intense pleasure possible. It was already getting dark by the time we’d exhausted our lust and all the possibilities.

Intense? Yes! Sensuous? Yes! Erotic? You bet! What a way to spend an afternoon and evening. The first of many I hoped as we fell asleep, exhausted and sexually sated after supper …