Long Weekend

by Zeferage

(Comments are welcomed.)

(I wrote this story for another web site last year entitled Catsuit Seduction. I have since rewritten parts of the story. Hopefully for the better.)

Weeks of waiting were finally over. Today, at long last, the Post Office delivered my highly anticipated order, whose shipping box now laying in my trembling hands. The box was plainly wrapped and held no indication to the true value of the contents within. I could barely contain the growing excitement within as I eagerly signed for it, knowing full well what lay inside. Quickly closing the door, I turned and skipped across the living room into the kitchen to obtain a pair of scissors. Setting the package on the kitchen table, I quickly, and very carefully, cut through the packaging tape. Opening the box, my eyes beheld the most beautiful attire of my erotic desire.

Neatly folded within the box laid my shinny new, light blue, latex catsuit. Carefully, I lifted and unfolded my precious garment from its resting place, pushing the box off to the side. Staring at the hypnotizing shine reflecting from the sleek latex, as my fingers held up the suit, gave rise to a sudden, exhilarating rush of adrenalin causing a bit of lightheadedness, forcing me to sit down. While the dizziness slowly passed, I remained rooted on the edge of my seat while my eyes never drifted from my new possession,

Once the dizziness abated, I stood up and spread the suit over top the table, tingles of excitement pulsated up my arms and through my body as my quivering fingers tenderly caressed the smooth latex. I had almost believed this suit of rubber would be stiff and inflexible not thinking that the advertisement could be true. Luckily, for myself, I took a chance and bought the catsuit. Never before have I owned such an outfit, not even in my wildest dreams.

I had explored the web, looking for something different to surprise my husband with for his birthday and after coming across the web page containing this catsuit did such thoughts occur. I had loved the way the suit shapely formed to the model's figure and the glistening shine of light reflecting off the suit. After many minutes of staring, I thought to myself how much better this catsuit looks in person verses a web page, as my eyes continued to be captivated by the dazzling spectacle before me,

Longing for a more sensual feel, my normally bashful personality took a back seat to strong sexual feelings sweeping through my acutely aroused body. Quickly, I peeled off my clothing, discarding them to where ever they fell. Picking up my new suit, I wrapped my arms around and rapturously rubbed the soft latex garment over my now nude body. Feeling its comfortable, pliable latex caressing my sensitive skin, as well as smelling its sweet aroma, was intoxicating. I stood there for several minutes lost in lustful fantasies, enjoying the soft fondling of the rubbery catsuit.

My captivated daydreaming broke only when the clock in the living room struck four. Shaking my head back to reality, I had planned on waiting until John's birthday to present myself as a present but I knew slipping into this bewitching outfit could no longer wait! Thinking to myself, ' To hell with it, I'll just give him his present early!' as I came to my decision. I phoned John at work to make sure he would be home on time, telling him his sexy slave would be waiting for him with something special.

I met John several years ago, I was single and he was going through a nasty divorce. We quickly became friends and our personal relationship slowly developed until that fateful day. You see, I love bondage but was afraid to tell John fearing he would think of me as some kind of freak. So feeling alone, as I had moved away from my close friends to take a job, I would practice self-bondage and it was during one of these episodes John had walked in and found me naked and helplessly bound. Once my secret had been exposed, John confessed that he to had a secret passion for bondage. With our secret revealed, our budding relationship blossomed and we never looked back, as it brought us to levels of love and respect we never thought possible, even after our marriage.

Hanging the phone up, I quickly wrote a special happy birthday love note to him. Slipping the catsuit over my shoulder and grapping the bottle of powder still inside the box, I rushed upstairs to get ready. Talking on the phone and walking through the house naked, in the middle of the day, is not something my normally bashful self would willingly do. But being drunk with lustful passion I did not care, not to mention what this little provocation did to further stimulate my arousal.

Rushing into our bedroom, I laid the catsuit on the bed and reached for a large towel to cover the carpeted floor with. Standing on the towel, I opened the bottle of baby powder and applied a generous amount over my body, letting the excess fall onto the towel. My skin was nearly white by the time I finished and like a kid in a candy shop, strong tingling sensations were rushing through my body heightening my sexual feelings, almost causing my lightheadedness to return in full force.

Flipping the suit over, I unzipped the zipper down the length of its front and through the crotch. Lifting and holding the suit in front of me, I slid my right leg in first. About three-quarters of my leg slid freely in until the snugness of the garment caused me to pull, with a little force, until my leg and foot fit snuggly within their sheath. I proceeded with my left leg until it too was encased in latex. My wiggling toes felt erotically strange and sexually exciting within their cocoon of latex. Straightening my body, I brought the shoulders of the suit up to my shoulders and slid my left arm through the sleeve, then the right, with a bit of pulling as well.

With my body all but encased in latex, only my head, hands and chest remained uncovered, my tingling sensation changed to a more powerful, sexual enjoyment, pulsating through my veins. My stiff nipples rubbed against the latex, causing a moan of pleasure to escape from my lips. Trying to brush aside my sexual excitement, I quickly reached for and started zipping the garment closed. Feeling each tooth as it was zipped together by the steadily moving zipper sent shivers of intense rapture running over and through my body. The latex catsuit lit a fire within me that I never felt before. I felt like throwing myself onto the bed and pleasuring myself right then and there. But I knew I had to forgo my wants for the time being, the small amount of ecstasy now would be nothing compared to the ground shattering orgasm I would experience later at the hands of my master.

So with much mental effort, I continued zipping the catsuit shut. Until with one last pull, the zipper reached its end and I tucked the zipper beneath its fold of latex. Staring at my reflection from a full length mirror in the corner of my bedroom, I could tell that the catsuit conformed to my body like a second skin. A skin comfortably pressing my body from all angles, each curve of my athletically trim body was well defined, from my breasts and arms to my thighs and calves.

A second skin, that while snug, did not restrict my movements, they seemed smooth and without effort as I walked around the bedroom. Every movement brought fresh, exciting sounds of soft rustling rubber to my ears. My feet felt like they where pressing on small squishy cushions. The gentile but steady pressure upon my breasts felt astonishingly wonderful. Looking down, I could see my swollen nipples pushing against the latex, creating small bumps in the middle of my breasts.

My caressing hands glided effortlessly over my latex covered body. The feeling my fingers felt as they past over the smooth latex, created unmistakable sexual urges, sensations I never quit felt before. The latex was creating its own fetish response within me. My hands slid up my abdomen, until each hand cupped one of my breasts, my fingers encircling their respective nipple and squeezed softly, enticing another soft, but more desperate, moan to escape from my lips. Slowly dropping my head back and closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply the savory smalls of latex as my hands and fingers squeezed again. I could feel my groin area moisten from wanting desire, as my hips slowly gyrated trying to create their own pleasure.

Unwillingly but purposely, I drove my thoughts away from my approaching orgasm. I knew master John would be home shortly and would be very angry if I masturbated just before his arrival. But never in my life have I felt more aroused than right now, and without bondage! My passion has always been towards bondage and never would I have imagined becoming this aroused without it.

John's passion is to continually tease and torment my bound body, steadily marching me towards an earth shattering orgasm. Those were and are very blissful times in my life. Afterwards, I would somehow, while still bound, return the favor to him, to this end he is my slave as I am his.

Just thinking of being bound and dominated is enough to get me incredibly horny, but the actual bonding process is rapturous, withering within my bonds, unable to free myself, is euphoric. But now with the added pleasure of my latex catsuit, my enthusiasm went throw the roof! The electrifying provocations plundered my rational thoughts, creating a strong sexual urge threatening to overwhelm me. So incredible were my sexual desires, and rebuilt in a very short moment, that it was only by Herculean effort that I managed to control myself.

Regaining control of my emotions, my thoughts turned towards how I should tie myself to be enchantingly irresistible and at the same time openly available for his pleasuring, I came up with a simple solution.

We've collected many bondage items during our lives, ranging from simple wrist/ankle cuffs and blindfolds, to a complicated harness, all used with great pleasure. I've tied myself many times over the years, with this same equipment, for self gratification and at other times to surprise Mike. Our hub chest is full of bondage gear, from this I take out a three foot spreader bar, four lockable wrist/ankle cuffs with three locks which use the same key, and a blue ball gag, almost the same color as my new catsuit.

Giggling to myself, I hurried downstairs to the freezer to retrieve the frozen key to the locks. The key, a safety precaution in case something should happen, is in the middle of a small block of ice to assure I could not escape until it melts in about four-five hours at room temperature, or shorter if I tortured myself by cupping the ice with my hands. Grapping the key, I hurried upstairs to complete my self imposed captivity.

In the middle of our bedroom, we have a concealed hook in the ceiling to which, after obtaining a chair to reach the hook, I hung a three foot chain. Attaching an end of a long string leading from the frozen key, previously threaded through the key end before freezing, to the chain so I could pull the key to me when needed. After stepping down, I placed the frozen key on top of a towel, on the floor, off to the side.

Sitting on the chair, I apply my ankle cuffs, locking each ankle to its respective end of the spreader bar, trapping my ankles three feet apart until unlocked. Inserting and buckling the ball gag in place, I tried a few 'mmmphs' just for fun, feeling more shivers of excitement run down my spine to my loins. Last, I apply my wrist cuffs. Standing up and moving the chair best I could, out of the way, I reach my hands up to the chain, which is just the right height, and threading the last lock through the D-rings of the cuffs and the last link of the chain, latching it closed.

The audible click which followed went straight to my loins. Knowing I was trapped like this for at least an hour sent my sexual cravings into overdrive. All I could do was moan and wither in my bondage, as my clit was now throbbing from want of attention. My nipples pressed against the rubber, tormenting me further as the pressure was not enough to satisfy my sexual craving. Deeply inhaling and thrusting my chest forward only increased my rapturous desire for my nipples and boobs to be squeezed and played with.

Struggling within my captivity, I notice something else was happening, my body was becoming very warm. A comforting, tranquilizing, type of warmth, encompassing my whole body. I didn't understand this new sensation at first, but after a few moments of thought I realized I was encased in a rubber suit, of course! I never thought about this before. The fresh, new sensation of the built-up of heat, heightened my sexual, euphoric feelings coursing through my bound and struggling body, to a level previously unimaginable!

I thought I loved self bondage before, but nothing compared to this! The need for an orgasm was overwhelming, as I directed what little movement I had towards this goal. I no longer cared who thought about what, I needed an orgasm and I needed it NOW! All my thoughts and energies were directed towards this one goal. but the suit moved with my hips and did not apply enough pressure to the right location, with nothing to rub my body against all of my struggling became fruitless.

Helplessly bound and withering in sexual frustration, I quickly lost myself within my fantasies of being an abducted princess, being sexually tortured to supply information. My captors refusing to be merciful to my passionate pleas. Instead, my pleading eyes only embolden their efforts at protracting the information they want.

So real were the feelings of my dreams, I lost track of time and failed to notice the presence of my 'would-be rescuer.' A noise shocked me out of my reverence and I opened my startled eyes to see John standing in front of me, with his heart warming, Tom Cruise like, grin on his face, examining my situation and outfit. The noise was his coat being thrown onto the bed.

. "Very nice.... Very beautiful," said John, walking around and examining my bound, latex covered form, from all sides. He ignored my puppy-dog eyes and seductive whimpering, as I tried to bring his attention from viewing me to playing with me!

Finally, after walking around me several times, John finally stepped next to me. His strong but soft hands stroked my sensually tender body, from my cheeks and shoulders to my hips and thighs with an occasional squeeze of one of my breasts. The lack of direct skin contact, instead of being less exciting, added another fevered dimension to my arousal. Each squeeze brought squeals of sexual excitement, as his soft caressing hands brought murmurs of pleasure from around my gag.

He just stood there continuing to stir my over heated sex into an infatuated frenzy. My body uncontrollably squirmed with each touch, begging for more. "Stop trying to beg me with those puppy eyes," he whispered. "If you are my present, I can play with you as I see fit." ' You bastard' I moaned as I tried to wiggle closer to him.

"I bet this outfit cost a pretty penny," John said not as a question but a statement, as his one hand pinched my swollen nipple and his other hand slipped between my legs.

Closing my eyes, tilting my head back slightly and whimpering through my gag, I tried to lean my body closer to his, wanting more, while I nodded my head.

Smacking my butt with enough force to sting, but not painful, "That's for spending our money without my permission," he whispered into my ear. Many more smacks followed, landing squarely on my latex covered cheeks, alternating left then right.

The feeling of being spanked through latex was exquisite, the sound even sexier. But what was happening to me was closer to heaven! Bound hand and foot, gagged, covered in a sheath of latex had put me into an extremely high erotic state. Now mingle this with being spanked, my nipples being pinched, and now the warmth emanating from my rear pushing into my loins, combined to put me in a deliriously euphoric state.

I could no longer cater to my rational self. I caved into my infatuation and tried with all my might to ripe apart my bonds and throw myself on top of my husband, I needed him NOW! But the cuffs held and all I could do was whimper and wither in my bondage as I closed my eyes to be lost to the moment.

John held the plateau of my deliriously euphoric state for quit some time. How long I could only guess but ever so slowly it ebbed when John's stimulation abruptly stopped. My frantic struggles slowed to a halt, all I could do was to hang from my wrists as my lungs worked overtime to rejuvenate my tired body. My mind finally registered the fact that John was no longer standing next to me. Wondering why he stopped and where he went to, I opened my eyes, and as if I was looking through a fog bank, I could barely see him stooping over our hub chest looking for something. When he found what he wanted, he stood up and walked slowly back to me with several items I could not identify, as I could not wipe my glistening eyes.

Standing next to me, John must of noticed my cloudy eyes and reached up to wipe my eyes with a tissue. I attempted to say thank you, through a couple of 'MMphs.' Understanding what I wanted to say, John said "Your welcomed," and continued on with what he had planned. Encircling my waist with rope, he knotted the rope in front, by my belly button. Next, John tied the base of a vibrator there as well, so the vibrator would hang down, with the tip hanging nearly on top of my sex and switched the vibrator on, low.

My whimpering took on new, distressed meaning as my ebbing sex drive quickly did a 180, and rocketed back to where it had been. The vibrations radiating through the suit were maddening. I squirmed, as if a puppet on strings, to its buzzing, gyrating and thrusting my hips upwards to their limits of mobility.

"Does my poor slave need to cum?"

Swiftly nodding my head in agreement, whimpering a 'yes' through the gag.

" I think you deserve a little more punishment for buying such a seductive and expensive outfit," John said in a low baritone voice, with a mischief grin on his face. I knew he was enjoying both the view and my torment. Reaching up he untied and took my release key, then returning his voice to normal, "I'm hungry, its been a long day at work and we have a long weekend ahead of us."

' What do you mean long? It's only Thursday!' I attempted to say, but through the gag all that came out was a series of "mmmph?".

But my puzzled expression turned to an horrified pleading look as John continued, "By the way, I took Friday off. I'll see you in a hour or so."

My shaking head, wide pleading eyes and begging whimpers where to no avail as I watched him walk away. My body vigorously squirmed within the tight confines of my bondage, trying to make contact with the tormenting instrument of my sexual frustration. Moans of lust resonated throughout the room, as I knew this would indeed be a very long, but joyful, weekend!