in the room across the hall. He didn’t want to find out what she might
do to him in his present situation. Especially when wakened from a sound
sleep, he added to himself. And with her state of mind quite unknown, he
added again.
He listened to Flora bustling about the room, heard the door being
locked, heard the unmistakable rustle of rubber clothing. It makes
enough noise, he thought. Is it something large and loose-fitting, or
something tight that she has trouble putting on?
Shortly thereafter, his ankles were untied, but almost at the same
moment, a warm hand gripped his balls gently, and Flora’s voice said,
“Now be good lover, and do what I say- you’ll like this, I promise.”
He hadn’t much choice as she led him carefully to the bed, laying him
back upon cool sheets. COLD sheets! They warmed quickly to his skin,
and he realized that she had changed the flannel for latex sheets, the
cool material sticking just slightly to his still-damp skin.
He relaxed now, knowing that all Flora had in mind was more fun,
although he was a little disappointed that she hadn’t let him have the
upper hand. She was tying his ankles, then his wrists to the bed posts,
with something soft but strong and unyielding. When she was done, she
removed his hoodwink. He gasped.
“Do you like it?” she inquired, doing slow pirouettes for him around
the bedside.
“Like it?” he breathed, “it’s… extraordinary!”, and any objections he
might have had to being tied up evaporated in a haze of lust. She had
removed the skimpy maid’s outfit and donned an amazing body-shaper,
obviously made from very thick black rubber. As she turned before him,
he was treated to a full view of it’s effect on her. It was a corselet
essentially, yet it had short legs as well. The rear was cut out, the
tight fit causing her buttocks to protrude perkily. The waist was made
very tight, and acted as a mild corset, emphasizing the size of her hips
and chest. The chest had cut-outs too, around each breast, but the holes
must have been slightly small, as each tit stood out strangely taught
and firm, literally looking like small melons.
As he watched, fascinated, she picked up a large bottle and spread
a thick oil over herself and the latex as she walked slowly and sinuously
to the bedside. “I decided to try out the dominant side of life,” she
said smiling, “you don’t mind, do you?”
“Well, no, but…” stammered Jason, looking bemused at his bindings.
“Oh, and I used your ties for um, ties. I hope you don’t mind that
either.”
“Er, Flora,” said Jason looking wryly up at her, “I don’t think you’re
supposed to ask a slave if he minds or not- it doesn’t make you a very
convincing dominatrix.”
“That’s okay,” she replied brightly, “I don’t really want to be a
convincing dominatrix.” She had started pouring the oil on his belly,
spreading it around, and down onto his legs. It was very warm, almost
hot.
“You look terrif!” commented Jason, “That’s a hell of a… a…
whatever it is, it looks great!”
“It’s new. You’re the first person to see me in it. Not even Mandy
knows about it yet- I bought it myself.” The oil trickled down his
sides, ran under his back, began spreading around his ass. She climbed
onto the bed.
“I just love hot oil massages, don’t you?” she asked.
“If I could get my arms free, I’d show you how much I love it,” he
…End of the part84. To be continued..
