The Resort

Comprehensively smothered in skin tight latex from head to toe, every orifice plugged and teetering on skyscraper heels Lisa cursed her impetuous nature.

A two week all expenses stay at an exclusive kinky resort while her husband was away on a business trip was right up her alley but why hadn't she read the small print on the questionnaire?

Ticking the 'Married, no intercourse', 'Latex occlusion' and 'Submissive' boxes had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Right up until the staff had begun dressing her for her stay ... she'd tried to resist once she caught sight of the suit they were about to seal her into but the staff had experience dealing with difficult customers and in short order the pretty brunette had been transformed into a bizarre rubber doll.

The one piece suit covered her from crown to toe and had been carefully glued shut. Thick rubber kept her eyes tightly closed, soft plugs in her ears shut out all sound, breathing tubes inserted deep into her nose were her only connection with the outside world. A thick ridged dildo and matching butt plug prevented her from being unfaithful.

An equally large gag stopped any oral intimacy with the side effect of rendering her speechless, her loudest protests filtered out as barely audible moans.

Integral stiletto heels hampered her mobility even further, necessitating the assistance of two members of staff to guide her to her room. Where she was unceremoniously tied to a floor plate and left alone to await her first visitor, deaf dumb and blind, tottering unsteadily on her insanely high heels as she tugged futilely against her bonds.

That first session had left her a shuddering wreck, strenuously balltied on the floor, struggling to draw in enough air after multiple orgasms and her glossy black carapace liberally splattered with semen.

The staff had returned, released her, washed the spunk from her shiny second skin and the blonde wig glued to her hood, polished her up to brilliant shine then retied her to the floor plate ready for the next visitor.

Still trembling in the afterglow of very intense pleasure Lisa twisted and writhed, tugging against the relentless bonds, crying out into her gag.

She had two more weeks of this!