Thread: Re-ow!  OK maybe that’s too much.  Just meow, for now.

Yes, youll need to lie down to slide inside this contraption a very sexy assembly I made. I know the latex sheets are sandwiching you in. Thats the idea. Go on. Keep pushing yourself in between the rubber sheets. I know it sticks. Thats why we lubed your naked body up like that. What? Did you think wed sex it now. No. Were doing foreplay. Have you heard of it? Now just wiggle more and youll slither in just fine. Perfect! I love this thing. The rectangular metal frame holds it all flat and when I hook this vacuum pump to this hole, like this -- oh wow! See how all the air is gone and mmm I love how youre struggling to move, but cant. Dont worry. I got the mouth hole lined up. I can see your cute precious worried lips. I guess you cant see a thing. Huh? But trust me. The latex has done a wonderful shrink-wrap around your body. Every curve is on display. Your body is glued flat to the floor. The metal frame is holding you down like a full length portrait painting that demands to be immediately mounted on a wall. Youre my latest Rembrandt. How I so wish I could put you in a museum right now. Id put a little brass tag right next to you. Id describe how much life I experienced and filtered into my art. You know, all that bullshit artist bios have. Wait. I really likey this idea. Likey, likey love! Ive got to make that happen someday. Give me a minute. Ill be right back. I want to put a note in my phone. This is gold. Plus, I need my phone to snap a selfie with you. Im back. Can you move? Mmm. I can see you writhing in there. But no. Your glued down. I bet you love it in there. I know I love how your splayed fingers cant budge even a millimetre. Its so cute. Totally amazing how where the opposing latex sheets touch, nothing can separate them. The vacuum shrinking around your fingers leaves them immobile, just like the rest of your gorgeous body. Most latex lovers know to put a hand on their privates before the vacuum pump starts. Then you can masturbate in there, but you didnt know to do that, huh? I like latex bed virgins. I prefer you to be frustrated sexually. No touchy for you, unless I do it. I guess, its a turn on for me. Im twisted that way. Denial. Then stopping just before climax. More denial. Preciously dazzling. Stop talking so much. Im getting in the mood here. You have too many questions. Who cares how long? What time is it? Really?! Time?! You have work in the morning! Nonsense. You need to wash up and change? Morning traffic? These are all distractions. Concentrate on the feeling in there. Its like youre floating. Its like there are no sensations. Its total encasement. Well, almost. We should fix that. Mmmm. I can see your lips exposed through the only hole. The rubber stretches nice and taunt around your face. No air wisping by. A perfect seal. Now open your mouth for the gag. This will really encase you. Dont clench your teeth. I said open and I meant it. Its this or no air. Ok. Your choice. One-thousand one. Hm. What comes next. Oh yeah. One-thousand-two. And then, maybe a one-thousand--oh. Gasping now, are we? Yes, my sweet, I will cover your mouth again with my hand if you dont behave. Now this dildo goes in or I suffocate you. Dont worry. I promise to bury you out back with the others just kidding! Dont be so sensitive. Stop with all the panicky questions. No. Im not an insane bitch. Yes, were strangers, but you should read people better. I would never hurt you too badly. Geeh. There you go again. Blah, blah, blah. Whimper, whimper. Begging and pleading. Ok, now your getting more into the zone. But can we just do the gag now? I dont injure -- maliciously. I mean, there was that one who I knew would have to go to the ER to get that butt plug pulled out, but that was their fault. Strange city, strange person, anonymous hotel room, and THEN they got a little obnoxious. Uh-uh. You dont do that with a Dom. Open. Good little pet. Yes, give into your fate. Let the dildo slide in and, ah, mm, lock. Yes! Got you! Take a deep breath. There is an air tube. Trust me. Very good. I see you relaxing a bit, but still wonderfully trembling in the tiniest cutest of ways. You dont know what to expect, do you? Now Im going to lay on top of you and enjoy my newest creation. Its so shiny and perfect. Its a thing an object. You are an object now, no longer human. A piece of artwork. A sculpture. And I made you. I mean, I made this. A thing. An attraction to sell to the highest bidder. Sure there is a brain in there somewhere, with wants, and maybe even a family it is thinking about, but its an it now. An all alone helpless object that needs to be taken care of. If it was in a relationship, clearly the ties are lacking something. I mean, why would you take an interest in a Dom you met at a bar? Obviously, youre alone, even if you have the entire nuclear family thing going for yourself, clearly youre willing to forsake it all to scratch your submissive itch. So now you are my almost-still still-life. Another genius ephemeral contribution to an ever growing oeuvre. You have inspired me to do this again with someone else. I dont do repeats. But back to my object of affection. My sexual play toy. This thing on the floor. My newest exhibit piece. I love the contours. Hm? Don try to talk. Just breathe through the air tube and struggle a bit. Always struggle for me. Writhe and move. After all, youre not getting out of that for a whole day. Oh. I see that got you worried. Yes. Youre mine in there. I know tomorrows a workday. I am really sorry in a I-dont-give-a-shit sort of way. But youre going to be missing. Theyre going to be wondering where you are. Hell, I dont even know where we are. Were downtown, I guess. Im not from here. This penthouse suite isnt mine. Were breaking and entering tonight. God, its such a turn on. We could be arrested tonight and hauled away in cuffs! Yes! Mmmmm. But not tonight. And after Im done with you, youll wake up in a hotel room you paid for on your credit card and well never see each other again, ever. Sorry. Your life of fun ends after that. Who could ever come close to matching up to me? Youll be longing and loathing and loving me forever. Deep down inside, I know it. Dont worry. Ill have plenty of pictures for the both of us. I might even mail some to you in a plain envelope with instruction. Hm. Let me look at your drivers license. I need to write down your address. Are you crying in there? That really turns me on. Normally, that just makes me think how pathetic you are. But your jittering lungs grabbing short quick emotional gasps really expresses an anxiety building in that shrink-wrap. I love it. Keep doing it, my love. I might keep you for a week or more. Oh my god! That might be enough time to arrange the museum thing! Thank you! Stay put. I have to make some calls. Give me the password to your phone.