Chapter Four
The Spider's Hiding Place
Darkness has fallen into the Valley, and now I must begin my prowl.
He's not expected back till morning, so I have plenty of time to explore Mr.
Dean's little castle. Let's see...large amount of money, conservative in
nature, expensive alarm system, no cameras or animals of any kind and single
with little or no company expected tonight.
I sat here in the top of this tree for a little while contemplating my
next move. This tree, which was directly next to his massive-sized yard, was a
perfect little perch for me. I'm sitting on the highest limb wearing my catsuit
and the buttplug snugly and firmly up my tight ass. This keeps me alert and
highly aroused like a cat in heat. I so loved the feeling of the texture
against my soft, silken skin. It encased my nude body and kept the body heat
warming me wonderfully. My nipples stood erect, as usual, and every nerve
ending in my skin was on fire. My shapely silhouette was shrouded against the
darkened midnight sky and the almost total darkeness of my surroundings.
Silently and with catlike agility, I climbed across the large limb and
jumped slightly down onto the roof of Mr. Dean's house. I climbed down the
little ladder onto the third-floor landing directly underneath the attic
ventilation window. I carefully pulled back the cover which revealed the 2-foot
opening leading directly into the attic space on the third floor.
I carefully inspected this door for any alarm triggers, and found none
to speak of. I slowly opened this door, which revealed a small set of stairs
leading down to the third floor living area. I hop into this space, because I
preferred to work from the top to the bottom before leaving a house. The entire
house seems entirely still and eerie...just the way I like it.\
From room to room I went, but nothing of any notice or value or interest
struck me. But, I did notice aloof the rooms had some leather accessorizing in
it, which led me further along on this erotic journey. I am wondering what I
will find next!
I went down to the 1st floor, and walked into the living room and den,
which I was familiar with. I started searching the wall for a possible safe or
hidden seal. Suddenly, my hands came across an upraised area along the wood
paneling. After I studied the seal, I figured this was a hidden door hiding
something worth checking. The wall did not sound hollow, which was probably due
to soundproof installation.
I pushed gently on the door, but it did not give much. I then tried the
other side. It slowly started to budge. I continued pushing until it fully
opened into a small hallway leading to another story. "Ahh, this is getting
more interesting by the second", I thought. My body was raging hormones now.
Talk about being in heat. My pussy's juices were soaking through, and I could
smell my sex burning a hole through the fabric of my catsuit. I would have
fucked the first thing that moved. Heck, I would have fucked the first thing
that couldn't move...a statuette, a spoon...anything.
This 2nd door was odd, because it had no doorknobs or handles. I tried
pushing against it, but it did not go further than half an inch or so. When I
stopped pushing, it slowly swung outwards revealing a large room completely
dark. It was even too dark in here for my night vision. I found a dimmer
switch just to the left of the doorway and gave it a small turn. As the subdued
red light filled the room, I noticed that the walls, ceiling and floor were
entirely covered and padded with latex, rubber and/or leather surfaces. The
only lightbulb in the room was barely protruding from the ceiling like
surrounded by a cage of some sort. "A dungeon, perhaps?", I panted. This could
not be, because Mr. Dean is so conservative. I would not think this of him. My
eyes must be playing tricks on me, I'm sure.
This room went beyond my wildest dreams. My body, my senses and my soul
was on fire. "Could Mr. Dean be my dream man?", I wondered. The room, large
enough like a large dining room and living room together, Near the far corner
of the room was a large storage locker about the size of a standard
refrigerator. As I walked over to it, I discovered that it was completed
encased in black latex even on the handles. "This all must have cost a
fortune", I decided.
Near the opposite corner, I found a small, black chest. Along the wall
were sets of chains and shackles and handcuffs. Other than those items, the
room was bare. Hell, I was happy with just this. I felt myself cumming just by
being in the room the sense was that powerful.
When I finally stopped shaking and the feeling subsided somewhat, I was
able to walk further around the room. I was very curious about this black
chest, with it being in a totally-padded latex/rubber room and all. My hands
ran over the surfaces as if I was rubbing along the cock of a God, it felt that
good. My hormones were on overdrive. I opened the chest and stopped breathing
for a second. "Oh my God...its...its...its...oh my god....", I kept screaming
and not afraid if anyone heard me. I reached inside and pulled out a black
latex catsuit, a latex corvette, latex boots, a black spandex/latex chastity
belt and a latex single black glove. My nipples are physically hurting me now
and my spandex suit is now fully soaked with my juices. I lick them from my
fingers after delving them along the crack of my pussy. "Hmmm...god I taste so
good tonight", I purr.
The chastity belt, I found, is metallic and lined with rubber. The
front plug is 6" long and about 3" wide and made from a hard rubber substance.
There were several small ridges, and tiny flexible rubber spikes through the
whole shaft. The rear plug was 8" long and 3" wide and also made of the same
substance. The rear plug has larger ridges along its entire length. The straps
that held the plugs were flared and fitted to the waist. Both had closures and
small miniature seatbelt closures with a small circle like a keyhole. I'm now
sure how they worked, but I am going to enjoy trying to find out.
Now, I had to take a peek at these gorgeous boots, as one of my other
fetishes is shoes/boots of any alternative make and model. Each boot, I found,
went up to my hips with 6" stiletto heels (my fave!) The toes were as pointy as
the heels. The latex was extremely stiff material. At the top of the boot
contained similar closures as those I found on the chastity belt.
Next, I pulled up the corset. This was also made from black latex and
was a bit stiff. The boning was tight and the laces went up the back with
small, soft leather straps fitting them together. The breast cups were open and
I knew these would lift my 34c breasts so deliciously. On the back of the
corsets, were again the same closures as the chastity belt and boots.
My new catsuit (I know that's presumptious but I couldn't help myself)
was soft and shiny black latex. It looked like it would run my entire body
perfectly, and also had a black hood. The only holes were for the nose and a
small hole at the top for my hair. The eyelets had lightly tinted lenses.
Where the mouthpiece would be, I found a strange hole looking like some sort of
nozzle for some kind of pump. "Hmm...this is exciting, weird, scary and ooooh
so sexy", I whimpered as I continued my inspection of my new skin.
Looking inside the hood, I could see a small, hard, rubber ball. But,
for the life of me I can't figure out what this is for. Connected to the front
of the neck of the hood was a built-in collar with the same small closure lock
and bolted to the front of it was a small D-shaped ring. The rest of the latex
suit looked normal with a zipper flap in the back. The zipper, however, looked
like it was connected together with the hood zipper at the back of the neck that
the collar would cover. I toyed with this zipper for a few moments and imagined
the feel of the cold steel running up and down my skin...how it would
feel....oooh....I must move on.
I reached back into the black chest and pulled out that deliciously-sexy
glove. I held it up in front of me and let it dangle between my fingers feeling
the coolness of the texture warm my skin. The laces were made of strong, soft
leather. At the top, there was another closure lock. This was all overwhelming
my senses to the point where I could not wait to strip down and put all this
stuff on...not without cumming a few times beforehand.
I reached back inside looking for more clothing. Much to my happy
surprise, I found a tube of some type of lubricant. "Hmmm, this is odd", I
thought. I cannot wait to put on all these things and test their fit. I
immediately took off my own catsuit, and finally let my body breathe. God, it
was like the air was fucking me in every direction. It was all I could do to
just stand there and take it all in being naked like that. The air reached
every pore and opening and almost seemed to lick at my wet pussy lips like an
experienced lover. My pussy was dripping so much liquid that it was forming an
actual puddle beneath me. I grabbed the tube and immediately applied a small,
but generous, amount to the larger butt plug I had found in the chest. I
figured I was fine as long as I did not lock the closures. No need for
lubricant for the one to fit into my pussy, that's for sure. I placed the long
waist strap around and placed the one end into the other end of the closure with
a soft "click". Finally, I had all the pieces in place. The little button
suddenly popped up, and I had unknowingly locked it into place and there I would
remain without the use of some special key that I had not found yet.
I slid the long sleek dildo-like plug deep up into my pussy, and my
entire body shuddered for what seemed like an earthquake had hit me. And, I had
not even moved it...only put it into place. When I was finally able to catch my
breath, I slowly inserted the other one up into my ass. I had to bend forward
and put my face sideways against a wall, reach behind me and thrust it home. A
warm and passionate shudder came through me like nothing I had felt before in my
life. The closure then locked into place in the back, as I closed it and
secured the belt and both plugs were firmly inserted and encased by my
shuddering horny body deep and wide. I dare not move at the moment for fear of
flooding the room with my juices.
Thinking silently and looking at my watch which read "11:35pm", I
thought, "Wow, so much more to explore. I do hope he is gone all night like he
said. I want to take my time". Just then, she thought she heard a strange
sound coming from the illicit darkness in the corner of the room. The sound
seemed to originate from behind the wall. "But, how could that be", I thought.
With hardly any walk space between the rooms and the outside, there is no way it
could be human or animal. It was jut my head playing tricks with me, again.
Just then, she felt something warm nearby, like a human entity, but couldn't see
anything in the muted darkness. All her senses were on overload now, and the
goose bumps underneath her suit were causing her even greater arousal. Fear is
the ultimate aphrodisiac in many ways, and I was find that out right now.
"Ahh, and now for this beautiful corset", I whispered. The shiny
blackness and the sensual material is something I've been looking for in stores
around the country, and now here it is in my hot, little hands. I brought it
down to my waist and let the fabric caress my now super-aroused skin and sends
me into a latex dream world. I reached around the back and drew the closures
tight. I tightened up the soft leather laces until they met at my waist. This
caused my 23" waist to draw down to a beautifully sensuous 18". I attached the
end pieces of all 3 closures and locked them firmly into place.
My body was now transformed into a dainty hourglass figure with my
delectable breasts pushed up and out by the amazing design of my new corset.
I walked around the dimly-lit room like I was walking on air.
Everything inside of me oozed sex at the moment, and being encased in such a
delightful latex skin made me gloriously happy and aroused. Next, I picked up
the black latex suit. Amazingly enough, I pulled the suit up over my sinuous
legs, dainty waist, my curvy breasts now so exposed and up to my shoulders
without any problems or resistance. "It is like this suit was made for me, it
seems", I wondered. I pulled the suit up onto my arms and everything was almost
in place.
Except for the beautiful handcrafted hood. I drew out the hood and
placed my pouty mouth over the black rubber ball inside the mouthpiece of the
hood. As I did this, I also threaded my long raven locks through the hole at
the top of the hood. When all my hair was woven through, I pulled the hood
completely and snugly over my head and wrapping my beautiful face in the warm,
shiny skin.
I stood for a moment, and heard that sound again only this time it
sounded like it was coming from behind that large chest over in the corner. I
took a deep breath, and then silence. My heart started beating a little faster,
as I smoothed out the latex skin. I pulled and twisted the zipper of both the
hood and the catsuit together which permanently sealed my body into it. I
pulled the collar tight around my neck (which felt oh so wonderful), locked the
small steel closure into place sealing me completely in my latex cocoon. I
have been aching, yearning and wanting this feeling all my life and now I have
it. I never want to leave this room, this home ever again, but I also knew that
I probably would have to. I still hadn't found any valuables to steal, as I was
having too much fun exploring this room.
Feeling ever so strangely powerful in my newborn skin, I pulled the
latex boots high onto my legs and locked them with the small closure pieces.
The boots cause me to be even taller, and I felt like I was a statue about to be
put onto display. My head tilted back, my shoulders out and my left leg posed
high upon my heel made me look like a painting, I'm sure. I rubbed my hands up
and down over my skin enjoying the tightness and the unrelenting covering. My
sex was completely devastated as if I were transformed into one ultimate sexual
animal. Momentarily, I imagined myself robbing houses with this outfit, but
once again I perished that thought because I didn't plan on leaving this room
ever...at least I hoped I wouldn't have to. My pussy and asshole were going
into a heavenly latex-induced orgasm with every slight movement, as I could feel
the latex plugs vibrating so completely inside of me pushing gently and more
deeply than ever now.
I walked over to the far wall where there was what looked like to be a
long wooden railing or banister. I began to rub my latex buried sex up against
it manipulating the dildos inside of me. My breathing became more labored and I
grabbed ahold of the railing for dear life as another monumental orgasm swept
over me and I still had not touched my own skin, yet. Her vision partially
obscured by the tinted lenses gave everything a slight hallucinogenic feel, and
she started visualizing being like this with Mr. Dean. But, she also knew she
had a job to do and could never get personally involved with one of her victims.
But, no matter how hard this concept was, she was giving in to the notion that
she would never attain such a level of complete happiness ever again after she
leaves the Valley and Mr. Dean behind.
But, I was not going to let that thought dematerialize this wonderful,
blissful time I have left here. Finally, I was able to walk steadily enough
(after the multiple orgasms finally subsided and I regained my breaths and the
rubber dildos seemed to fit better inside of me) to walk over to the
rubber-covered fridge-like box. I took a deep breath, and opened it wide. I
gasped for air at my newest discovery. I found a multitude of restraints of all
sizes and shapes; whips and paddles; and dildos, vibrators and phalluses of
different materials, shapes and sizes.
There were other objects i did not recognize right off the bat, though,
which made me even more curioser and curioser. But curiosity was not going to
kill this cat. By now, it was painfully obvious that my Mr. Dean was not the
clean-cut, preppy, conservative rich boy he portrays...he has a dark side that
is ultimately better than any man I've ever run across. Heck, I think he even
loves leather, latex and rubber even MORE than I do (and that's going some).
What a shame I have to leave in the morning after stealing some of his stuff so
I can move onto my next gig in the next town.
I rummaged through the fetish cabinet like a kitten plays with a playpen
full of yarn. Suddenly, I was startled to hear something like a panting noise
come from behind where I was standing. I couldn't move. "What if he's here and
will hurt me for breaking into his home?", I thought. Okay, Cat, calm down, its
okay...just my mind again...I hope!
I bumped my hand onto a palm-sized, black rectangular box with a round
hole on one side. It resembled the same hole or nozzle piece that's on my hood
now. This intrigued me to no end. I put the box up with the little nozzle
piece against my mouth and pushed gently. Surprisingly, the box encased itself
neatly and firmly and easily onto the nozzle. What really surprised me was that
now the little rubber ball began to expand. I began getting aroused and
frightened all at the same time. The ball slowly began to swell, and I
drastically tried to get the box off of it. But, the ball and the box were now
wedged too tightly. The ball seemed to expand more and more and my cheeks began
to hurt and my teeth tightened and my mouth now was opened extremely wide like
in a dentist's office. Finally, with a loud PLOP, the box popped off when the
rubber ball had swelled to its capacity.
I now realize with this large phallus-like ball opening my mouth beyond
what I thought I could take was a "blow-up" gag. I've heard of such a thing,
but never experienced it. After about 10 minutes of sitting still in the middle
of the floor, I tried to get the ball to deflate with no luck. The only way to
get the gag removed would be to remove the hood off of my head. I reached
around for that small button behind my collar and depress it. My heart skipped
a beat as the button didn't budge and the collar refused to release me from its
latex grip. Fear started swimming over me like laying in an ocean pool. Both
warm, refreshing and consuming. Now, I realized that this suit was to be my
cage, of sorts.
"Wait", I wonder. I thought about the closures. They locked
automatically, and would need a special key to open them again. But I could not
figure out why I was trying to hard to get released from such a delicious
bondage, when it's the one thing that I crave so badly? I frantically search
the box for anything remotely looking like a key, but I was disappointed that I
didn't find one..and also glad I hadn't. Fear itself flows through my veins
like lava flows down a mountainside. It disturbs and disrups every emotion to
where I am put beyond the point of fear...and now walking into the land of
fantasy and exhilaration. If I truly wanted out of my latex cage, I would have
to cut it out, but I couldn't find anything to do it with.
