Gromet's Plaza Latex Stories
Clubhouse Rules
by lckdnrbbr
lckdnrbbr@hotmail.com
© Copyright 2010 - lckdnrbbr - Used by permission
Storycodes: F/m; latex; club; hood; mitts; inflate; cons; X
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Clubhouse Rules lckdnrbbr F/m; latex; club; hood; mitts; inflate; cons; X

 

You walk into the club, and pay the lady at the ticket window / coat check. She takes your bag and coat, and then asks you an unexpected question.

"So, what'll it be?"

"Excuse me?" you reply

"What's your poison?"

"Um.. Gin and tonic?"

Her eyes go a bit wide, and then she lets out a loud, honest to goodness belly laugh. Wiping a small tear from her eye, she looks across at you again.

"You're serious, huh? You really don't know?"

"Know what?"

"This club has certain rules. If you want to go inside, you'll have to obey them."

"Okay" you say. You'd gotten the hint that this was a fetish club, but didn't know quite what you were getting yourself into. All you knew was that Sam, the seriously hot geek girl at your job had invited you to come, and said she though you'd like it. She was waiting inside, and there no way you were disappointing her.

"So what are the rules?" you ask

"No one goes inside without either bringing a slave, or locking something on"

"locking something? Like a collar?"

"Sort've, but that wouldn't be much fun, would it? Take a look behind you"

You turn around, and see a rack full of equipment. You recognize a few things, and armbinder, various hoods, ball mitts... With any of these locked on, you'd certainly have trouble holding a drink, and wouldn't exactly want to walk back out onto the street.

"Wow"

"So, you're welcome to leave if you like. Money back, no questions asked. But if you want to stay, you gotta choose. And if I can give you one piece of advice. If you're doing this to impress someone, and pick something you don't like, you're gonna regret it. The keybox doesn't open until closing time, so you're in whatever you choose for a while, barring emergencies. This is an opportunity to try something you've fantasized about, and have the night of your life. Choose wisely."

You survey the wall, and your eyes land on something shiny and round. It appears to be an inflatable hood with locking collar. 

"I'll take that" you say, pointing to the hood.

"Well, I guess you know what you want afterall, huh? Big choice for a first timer. Sam said you we're special."

"Sam said I was..." you started to say, but were cut off as the big woman brought the slick latex hood over your head. You try to help, pulling down the collar a bit, but she swats your hands away. 

"I've got it, pet. Just calm down and breathe"

You realize you'd been holding your breath. You breath in, and the hood sucks in a bit, but you feel cool air coming from the mouth area. She starts to settle the hood, and you feel something press against your lips. As you open your mouth, the breath-through gag slips in, and fills your mouth.

The coat check woman pulls on something behind you, and you feel the hood pull down, and then tighten with a "zip!"

She fiddles with something at the base of your neck, and you hear a "click"

"There" she says. "Now you're part of the party! Let's get you finished up though."

She attaches a bulb to the hood, and starts to inflate it. The pressure around your face increases, enveloping you in a latex hug / head massage. You'd never tried an inflatable hood before. It was confining and hot, and unbelievable. 

Once it was inflated, she unscrewed the bulb, and the hood stayed inflated. She wasn't finished yet though. Attaching the bulb to the front of the hood, she pumps a few times, and you feel the gag in your mouth inflate. You let out a surprised "mmff", but the woman just smiles at you and says "You made the choice, not me! Besides, I can see you like it" she says, looking at the erection strainging against your Jeans. You'd look sheepishly embarrassed, but under two layers of inflated latex, you're not exactly making many facial expressions.

"Okay, that's the minimum, and I can let you in, but you're at the buffet now! Here's your chance. You know Sam's in there waiting for you, and you're the fly that walked into her net. I know Sam, and I can tell you she wants you to come in wearing whatever makes you excited. So tell me, if you could have anything else on this wall, and know it's not coming off until 4am, what do you want."

You hesitate for a moment, and then point at the inflatable mitts. 

"Good choice! Those will match fine with the hood!"

You see her grab them off the wall, and she takes your hand and pulls one of the mitts over it, buckling it tightly. The second hand disappears into a black latex bag just like the first, and as she inflates them, you find yourself looking at two perfectly spherical balls that used to be your hands. Inside, somewhere, you're sure you have fingers, but you can't moved them. 

"Now, the finishing touch." She says, drawing your hands up in front of you by the d-rings on your wrists. 

"Unless you tell me not to, I'm going to lock these to the front of your collar. Mmmph if you want me to stop. 3. 2. 1." 

"click" 

"There we go! All done up like a proper regular! I'll see you at 4, rubber lover. Don't keep Sam waiting" she says swatting your butt, and pushing you towards the door of the club. You walk through, and hear it click shut behind you, realizing that you can't very well reopen it now with your hands as they are. You walk into the club, as the music getting louder, and see various couples and groups, combinations of slaves and masters, and plenty of stag people - both men and women, walking around locked in various contraptions. 

Just when you start to worry that you won't be able to find Sam in here, you hear her voice behind you, and feel her hands on your shoulders, then snaking down around your chest. She presses herself up against you from behind. It feels like she's dressed entirely in rubber.

"I was wondering when you'd make it" she purrs. "You kept me waiting, but I think it was worth it. If you like what you're in now, wait 'till you see what I've got in my playroom at home"

She comes around in front of you, stroking the inflatable hood. The Sam you knew was petit, with short, jet black hair, and a bit of a tomboy, wearing jeans and tight black tshirts most of the time. You knew she was hot, but this... This Sam was a vixen, shining in a full latex catsuit, with serious boots that made her almost your height, and laced up to her knees. If you weren't already drooling around your gag, you'd be drooling now. 

"I'm sure you have lots of questions for me, but being that you can't exactly ask them now, let's have a little fun while we're here. Oh, also, I've got a little secret for you. You met Lacey at the door. She's my best friend and does me favors now and then. Let's just say whether you get out at 4 or not isn't your choice... It's mine. If you're a good boy, maybe I'll let you out by morning."

"Maybe"

She smiles, and grabs the right your hands are locked to, and leads you into the club, and the best night of your life.

 

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30.06.10

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