His heart pounded as he walked to the front door, they’d met previously to talk, discuss what would be expected of him should he accept; now here he was a week later hand shaking so much he could barely slip the key into the lock.
There was a click as the door unlocked, pushing it open he stepped into a dimly lit hallway, it was too dark to see quite how far back it went, but light enough to see the two boxes on the floor just inside.
He swallowed hard, reality beginning to sink in as he undressed. He didn’t dare take too long as he had to present himself by 7pm in the manner prescribed, to be late invited punishment for his tardiness, or even worse rejection, and he’d come too far to risk that.
Into the empty box he dropped shirt, tie, trousers, socks, shoes and jacket, all carefully folded as untidiness would also earn him a punishment. Once naked he opened the lid of the second box, could this be right? He’d been told to put on whatever was provided for him upon arrival, unsure what he expected, to find the items he pulled out of the box had not featured in any of his fantasies.
His whole body quivering he pulled on the latex stockings, he’d never worn anything like this before, the smell and feel totally unfamiliar to him, yet strangely erotic too. Some sort of slippery substance lubricated the inside of the stockings making it easier for him to slide them up to his thighs, the latex pressing against the skin, squeezing his legs tightly.
Next came a rubber suspender belt, his fingers struggled to fix the straps to the stockings, the fasteners pinged off several times before eventually he won the battle and they stayed in place when he stood up straight.
Smoothing his hands slowly up the length of the stockings, feeling the soft latex that was already warming against his skin, the bare flesh above them, it reminded him of a woman he once dated, she had a penchant for stockings and how he’d loved to spread her legs and stroke between them. The heat of her pussy and smell of her arousal had excited him then, and the memory of it did now.
A tight rubber top next, there was a short zip at the back to make it easier to put on, and his hands felt zips across his nipples, he could guess why they were there.
Feeling around in the box he found two more items made from rubber, and a pair of ankle boots. He held up the larger piece of rubber expecting it to be shorts or pants, his mouth fell open as he realised it was a skirt, a very short one at that, there was little chance of him keeping his dignity wearing that.
He sighed knowing he had to put it on and wriggled it into place, the rubber was so tight it held in the slight belly he had, not all bad then, he smiled ruefully to himself.
The ankle boots had straps and padlocks around the ankles, and very high heels, possibly 5 inches. He’d never worn anything like them before,. He admired heels on women, the way they made their bottom stick out proudly, lengthened the legs and added to their shapeliness.
Despite himself he was aroused, his cock pressing against the rubber skirt urgently. Damn he couldn’t afford to stand here drooling over a pair of boots. He slid his foot into the first, wrapped the strap around his ankle and padlocked it into place. Now the second boot. Wobbling around he managed to get his foot in and fasten the strap, the padlock clicked and that was it, there was no way he could go out into the street wearing these, he had to see it through.
The last item in the box was a hood; he’d seen these before, but never worn one. There was a printed note inside it, instructions to zip it on and then use the attached pump to inflate it. When this was done press the buzzer next to him, and wait.
He pulled the hood over his face, something poked his mouth, a tube. He opened his mouth and the tube popped in, (at least he knew he’d be able to breath). Feeling around the back of his head he pulled the zipper down, taking care not to catch any of his hair in it. Now he was in total darkness, reliant on his sense of sound and touch to complete his first task.
Hanging from the hood was a tube with pump attached, he squeezed it slowly, the gentle whooshing sound as it inflated, the rubber pressing tightly against his face meant he’d not be able to speak, or scream.
Taking a deep breath through the tube he felt around for the buzzer and pressed it.
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Submitted by : DanesWood
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