Gromet's Plaza Latex Stories
The Training of Slave Selena
by James W
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© Copyright 2009 - James W - Used by permission
Storycodes: M/f; D/s; solo-f; latex; enema; gag; outdoors; toys; cons; X
The Training of Slave Selena 10 - Granting a Slave's Request by James W M/f; D/s; solo-f; latex; enema; gag; outdoors; toys; cons; X
 

Chapter 10 - Granting a Slave's Request

Opening the through crotch zip having completed her early morning slave discipline Selena was both excited and anxious about giving herself her first enema. She had filled the red rubber enema bag with the measured 1 litre of warm water into which she had put half a teaspoonful of salt. Now she applied the lubricant both to the nozzle and her anus. She then took a deep breath and pressed the nozzle against her tight rosebud. She tried to relax and accept the inevitable. Then suddenly she could feel the sensation of something penetrating her. She kept pushing and felt the inward progress until the right hand come to a stop at the juncture of the stiff nozzle and flexible rubber tubing; she held it there standing legs apart, her body slightly bent forward. Next she lowered herself onto the black latex sheet she had spread on the bathroom floor.

Now laying in her side knees drawn up in the foetal position she turned the tap on. The next instant she sensed the flow of liquid into her. She lifted her head to focus on the enema bag hanging from its hook. It was moving as if alive as the solution drained down the tubing. She was fascinated by the exchange, feeling that strange sexual awareness which she had had on the first occasion. Soon pressure began to build within her bowels and she squeezed the tubing between her gloved hands to reduce the flow. The first spasm passed.

She lay feeling submissive eyes tight shut as the full one litre drained into her. Brief sucking sound, rather like the sound of water draining down an empty plug hole indicated to her that the enema was complete. She lay still feeling full; still with nozzle inside of her. Then turning off the tap she carefully withdrew the nozzle. A few teardrops of liquid oozed from the snake like head. Opening her eyes she looked at the clock she had bought into the bathroom and noted the time; exactly eight minutes later she voided herself disappointed that she couldn’t make the full ten.

The relief was pure pleasure. She had completed her first self administered enema, reflecting on the experience as she stripped her night attire from her body. She noted to herself that she had enjoyed the process not least the implied submissiveness of the act of self violation. The penetration, the inflow, seeing the living flexing rubber bag as it drained, the building pressure, the internal spasms, the holding and the voiding as well as the strange sexual buzz. By the end of the week she had that old familiar ache which could only be satisfied by her lover.

Selena had been fully engaged at her work; a new exciting design project had been assigned to her. One which would allow her to use all of her creative ability; she was busy head down, sketching out an idea when she was suddenly aware of the door into the design studio banging. Looking up she saw a tall figure clad in glistening waterproofs and black helmet. Her heart stopped and for an instant she thought it was James her lover come to whisk her away. It was not, but the figure carried with him a long box beautifully wrapped in metallic silver sheeting. The motorcycle courier caused quite a stir when he asked for Selena by name. She was required to sign for the parcel. He handed the box over and left.

On the top of box it had a sticker stating “Fragile, perishable open immediately”. One or two of her team gathered around her as Selena carefully removed the wrapping from the box. She gasped when; on taking the lid off the box six beautiful deep red roses lay there. “Wow, he must love you!” and “lucky you! A good weekend ahead?” was addressed to a damp eyed Selena. She picked up the small white envelope and opening it, read, “My darling Selena, I love you deeply. Come play this weekend?” Tears of happiness welled up suddenly; she was crying and laughing at the same time. Her colleagues were supportive of her but it took some time for Selena to focus on the work in hand.

Eventually at 5pm she slipped into her beloved SBR buckled and buttoned it up tight and with roses now back in the box stepped out into the warmer spring weather. The sun smiling from behind large cumulus clouds, down onto the mackintoshed figure as it made its way home
The roses were the first flowers James had sent to Selena and she was thrilled. They were special to her and she loved the message. Now standing in an elegant vase Selena’s gaze kept returning to them. They meant more to her than she realised; a smile crept across her face as she realised the symbolism contained in the lovely arrangement of roses and which was special to them; the exquisite beauty of the rose; the ‘pleasure’ whilst the thorns on the stem symbolised the ‘pain’. To imagine one without the other was not possible. The rose was, she mused, the fetishists’ perfect flower.

She spent the evening alone dressed as instructed in latex suit double dildo pants, corset, gloves and open eyed helmet. She packed a soft bag for the weekend knowing that she would be spending most of her time in her suit and mackintosh. Just before retiring she checked her e-mail, but was not surprised that no message from her Master was there. She had an inkling that he would keep her waiting until the morning.
She allowed herself no respite in her slave preparation and was awake to hear her 6am alarm. She was excited and had to really focus on her mantra before she slipped into the quiet stillness she enjoyed. She had her second enema holding it in for the required 10 minutes. She was pleased with her progress and hoped that her Master would be as well.

Now fully dressed, helmeted, gagged and blindfolded she had knelt, not in her normal place at the foot of her bed, but rather in the centre of her living room. She had prepared well for this first, by placing her front door key into an envelope which she had taped to her door with one word written on the front; “Master.” and spreading a latex sheet out on the floor of her living room. It was now 9am and she wanted to really get into her role as her Masters slave, his abject slave, compliant, masochistic and living only for her Masters desires.

She was still, her breathing slowed, heart rate slowed as she descended into to her slavedomship; all thoughts now focused on her condition. In this trance like state slave Selena drifted aware only of the all encompassing cling of her latex covered body. Time lost its meaning; she was suspended existing in her timeless state, as a fly trapped in amber. She was so focussed now that when she heard the key slipping into her front door lock she had to raise her consciousness to a level where the sound meant something. This done, she waited, heart pounding; she tried to remain still, head bowed hands behind her back. She was aware of the door closing and waited, not daring to breathe, for something to happen.

The first touch was so gentle, a finger gliding down between her shoulder blades sending endless small vibrations as her latex second skin stretched and released sending unnumbered electric charges down her spine. She held her position but a deeply satisfied groan issued from her gagged mouth. Wetness appeared on the black latex below the gag seat just below her bottom lip. Then she felt a finger lift her masked head into the head up position. Her gag was removed then she followed the unvoiced command to stand. Her Master had to help her up; it was obvious that she had been in this position for a long period.

Now standing head held high she received a full and lingering kiss as strong arms pulled her into a firm embrace. She swooned as he breathed into her, eagerly breathing in her Masters breath. She was now totally dependent on his breathing until he chose to release her from his lips. The idea of depending entirely on her Master had her weak at the knees. Breaking off the kiss he unbuckled her blindfold. She slowly opened her eyes. The light seemed very bright and she blinked rapidly before she was able to look through the vinyl lenses directly into her Masters eyes.

He spoke, “Well, I see you have prepared yourself well, slave. How long have you been kneeling?”

The slave spoke her voice assuming the slave modulation. “Master after my enema at 6am this morning I dressed as I am, then at 6am I assumed my slave position.” She bowed her head then continued, “Permission to speak Master?”

“Granted slave.”

“Master, I am deeply in love with you and offer myself to you for training. My life is in your hands. Use me as you see think fit.”

The Master was surprised and pleased at the submissiveness of his slave. “As it happens slave, your life will be in my hands today. Your request has been granted but I’ve got one or two surprises in mind which should keep you on your toes.” He looked his slave in the eyes and kept her fixed there as a rabbit is held in the headlights of a car. He broke eye contact and the lower head position of his slave told it all. “Now lets not delay lie on your bed head down bottom up whilst I fit you with the requisite accoutrements”.

His slave did as instructed. The Master opened her through zip and inserted vibrating vaginal and anal probes taking care to thread the wires through the zip.

“Now slave, step into your motorcycle padded over suit.” Again the wires were threaded through. Then the process of making sure that the watertight riding suit was properly sealed; not one drop of water would penetrate. He then told his slave which way to sit when placed on the bike to ensure the very vest bodily contact between them.

“Now I’m going to blindfold and gag you as requested, then fit your motorcycle helmet over the top to complete your outfit. I shall,” he told her, “tease you once we are out of the congestion of London. You, of course will not know where you are as you will be doubly sealed, first in latex, then under your shiny black vinyl riding suit. Now head up whilst I seal you in. When I’ve finished I will lead you to my bike.”

Soon out of London on the powerful bike the two identically clad motorcyclists sped along. The first few miles had been on dry roads but on the horizon a large dark area signified an early spring deluge. James had the bike cruising at 80mph the earplugs fitted both to his slave and himself deadened the rush of air. He had the control box of the vibrators taped to the bikes fairing. He smiled to himself and reached down to activate them. Behind him he felt the close contact of his female companion. Her arms clasped around his waist the latex over mitts clasped together. The tight sensation of being gripped by his slave was weaving its own magic on him. ‘I’m so lucky to have found my dream lady, and what a lady!’
Then he scanned the distance. Yes, they were heading straight into the squall.

Seeing nothing, hearing only the faint drone of the bike and rushing wind in her plugged ears, but feeling a kaleidoscope of sensations the slave was overwhelmed deep within her self imposed bondage. Every nerve in her body was sending myriad messages to her brain. The pleasure centres were on overload. Physically she was sealed completely in tight black latex it was all constraining, gentle yet it imposed on the wearer a constant pressure. Not one millimetre of skin was left uncovered. Only one of the four external openings on her body remained open to allow life giving air to her lungs. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. Psychologically, she was on the trip of her life time. She was feeling deeply masochistic; she was in now deep within one of her newly realised fetishistic fantasies. She had no idea where these newly discovered images were coming from but they were overpowering and she knew she had a Master who actively encouraged her to realise them.

Already in the brink of taking pleasure; the endless vibrations of the living machine, she was now astride of, were sending delicious sensations deep within her. The dildos felt as if they were part of the saddle. Her clitoris and labia lips coated with vaginal secretions; she was slipping and sliding slightly as the powerful motorcycle arrowed along the tarmac. Suddenly without warning the vibrations of the intruders increased and deep within her pleasure world she knew she was about to take a shuddering pleasure. A few seconds like this would send her heading into oblivion. Then when she knew another second would ignite the fuse it stopped. She was left dangling, so near, yet so far.

She held her breath in an attempt to precipitate her orgasm, but to no avail she ground her vagina into the motorcycle seat and wriggled. She squeezed her legs together around her Masters hips and she squeezed her Master with her arms, but the pleasure eluded her. She cried out, then screamed for release but the stiff rubber gag held in tight by its buckles allowed only a slight groan to pass. Her whole body was now coated with a thin patina of perspiration her hair damp and matted under the full latex helmet and crash helmet.

Then she felt tiny additional vibrations on her arms and the exposed legs of her over suit as the deluge began. She sensed this and rejoiced again and again knowing she was safe, protected within her bondage. The vibrations deep within her began again and she was within moments of riding the biggest climax she had ever experienced. It was as if something transcending all previous pleasurable experiences was beginning deep within her. The actual starting site was not one single area, rather it began in the outer fringes of her being then travelling at ever increasing speed and intensity and moved inexorably towards her vagina. She was now completely taken over by this process and knew she was helpless beyond measure. She clung to her Master with every last ounce of energy as a shuddering endless orgasm overwhelmed her. Time stopped she rode the orgasmic tidal wave as it carried her into oblivion; the rain lashing her semiconscious form. The Master knew what had happened and switched off the vibrators.

By the time they got back to his flat his slave had recovered somewhat and the renewed grip of her arms and thighs told the messaged. He stroked her thigh then helped his slave to dismount. Still blindfolded, her tinted visor down, he led her to the lift in his own garage deep underground.

Now divested of her riding suit and standing with legs apart, arms behind her back clad only in her latex, the slave had her gag removed but before she had a chance to speak it was pushed back into place and rebuckled. She knew now that any chance to speak was being denied, she bowed her head waiting in her silent world. The ear plugs stopping any in coming sound.

She was tethered spread-eagled to the bed and her probes gently removed. She rejoiced; ‘my Master is now going to enter me and have his way.’ Then instead of his penis the probes were reinserted and her suit zip closed. Tears of frustration oozed from the corner pf her eyes. Then the vibrations began; .was she to be teased again, or taken to pleasure? Within moments she was in a climatic state then taken to pleasure. It was only then that her Master had his way with her. Her spirits now high –My Master uses me, I am his slave, and I live for his pleasure. She drifted in to her slave state revelry drifting between sleep and wakefulness and was eventually released. How long she had been in training she had no idea. Release when it came was brief. Still encapsulated she was taken in to the dungeon and strapped into the pivoting bondage. Once all straps were tightened her Master removed her gag just long enough for her to ask for, ‘permission to speak.’

“Granted slave,” Came the reply. Taking breath, she spoke.

“Master I love you, Master you gave me my biggest pleasure ever on that ride, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

As she drew breath for the next sentence some thing new was forced into her mouth. It tasted of rubber but felt like a piece of limp flat rubber. Then without warning it began to grow as air hissed into it. Soon her tongue was flattened to the floor of her mouth and her cheeks were bulging as her jaws were forced apart. No air could he sucked in. Now she breathed entirely through her nose. The new sensation was exciting her. Her bondage was arousing; she loved the helplessness of her situation knowing that her master was in control. She was progressively becoming his play thing. Her heart skipped a beat as the ever expanding latex bulb within her mouth stopped expanding; she tested the effectiveness of it by trying to make a sound, nothing escaped.

The chair tilted backwards and came to rest with the slave completely upside down. The hole in the seat of the chair was removed and she felt the enema tube slide into her bottom. When the obdurating rings were expanded she knew what was about to happen and braced herself to receive the enema; but it didn’t, rather she was returned to the upright position and her vaginal dildo was withdrawn. Her Master then removed the vee piece at the front of the chair and placed himself in front of her. She was entered again and felt herself moving towards another orgasm. As she did, the enema began flowing into her. The combination of her Master deep inside her and the influx of liquid brought her to another shattering climax.

Her dildo refitted she was lift with the full enema inside her until she could stand it no longer; the stomach spasms coming in waves. She tried to beg for release but no sound left her mouth. What had her Master in mind; she wanted release, she began her slave mantra and rode the discomfort until she began turning the pain to pleasure. ‘Yes, she wanted this to continue, she was her master’s slave, and she had overcome the pain.

Suddenly a touch on her breast had her straining for the caress again. Her master had returned. She was excited. Then a tight squeeze gripped her nipple as nipple clamps were fitted. Instantly her nipples were set on fire as pain cruised through them. She could ride this new experience; she was not in control she reminded herself, it was her Masters pleasure to place them on her. Her pain was his pleasure. The realisation of this combined with the exquisite pain had her vaginal muscles clamping around her dildo. She was turning the pain into pleasure. Then the chair tilted backwards and she was up ended again.

The relief was immediate, as the fluid flowed deeper into her. Her nipples engorged but clamped. She wanted them to remain clamped but the clamping was exquisite torture, she was excited, the sexual charge was beginning to grow again. Now she began her mantra and soon was able to ride the pain, although her nipples were on fire but she didn’t want relief. Here she was, she reminded herself, hanging upside down strapped into a complex bondage chair unable to move a muscle with an enema penetrating deeper and deeper into her colon and nipples clamped. There was nothing she could do. Yet there was nothing she wanted to do, she squirmed in her complete bondage. There was to be no end; this was what she had always secretly wanted; the realisation of her dreams.

The master sat observing his slave and noted the slight movements made against the complete bondage. She was obviously enjoying her condition. The additions which he had surprised her with had been a success. He wondered if she realised that this was only the beginning of their adventure together or had she already foreseen the future of her training. The way she was reacting suggested the latter. She looked the perfect bondage victim hanging strapped into her bonds her tall body long neck and oh so long legs now covered in latex, gleaming polished, showed her lithe figure off to perfection.

Deep within her bondage slave Selena was floating in a sexually dark universe now accepting her condition and willing it to continue. Then, like a bolt out of the blue her vaginal probe began vibrating. Immediately she held her breath and her vagina involuntary spasmed. She was overwhelmed and knew she would reach the orgasmic state shortly. She continued holding her breath willing the pleasure to continue. “Yes, this is what I’m good for, my Masters Rubber slave, his latex slave, and his plaything.”

She was still holding her breathe straining at her bonds, her heart rate climbing, her mind focused on her own pleasure. She knew she was lost to orgasmic pleasure, her oxygen levels now low she continued holding her breath, fighting the urge to take in air; now willing herself to hold on. Then the reward came, flashing, like shooting stars. In her dark universe she was lost, her vaginal muscles clamping, relaxing, clamping squeezing the vibrating dildo for all her worth. She strained every muscle in her body knowing orgasmic release was at hand. Then still holding her breath she took a racking pleasure. Shooting stars, flashed across her darkness, earnest groanings issued from deep within her; no shouts issued from the bondaged form, but the whimpers issuing were noted by her Master as he keep the power on full.

Now completely out of oxygen the slave fought to remain conscious, sucking in air via the nose openings in her helmet; her heart racing. The continuing vibrations now took their toll. Slave Selena’s sexual arousal was building again she had no control, she was, she reminded herself, between the long, oh so slow, intakes of air, her Masters plaything, she had no say. Then before she could recover, her composure she held her breath again, lungs on fire, her sexual needs for a moment overriding her bodies need for life giving air. She squeezed her eyes tight shut went rigid and took the second pleasure. Suddenly she felt herself falling, losing consciousness, lights flashed in the dark. The only sound incoming to her plugged ears was that of her wildly beating heart. Now she had to fight to remain conscious.

Gradually she pulled herself back from the brink. She was aware now of her body being wringing wet with perspiration; the latex confinement allowing no release of fluid. Her eyes stung even though they were, as far as she could discern, still tight shut. The blindfold however, allowed no light to penetrate. The perspiration was slowly draining down towards her head. She hung there totally exhausted knowing that she had no control over what was to happen next. She wanted to void her enema now then to rest.

As if reading her thoughts, her Master brought the bondage chair back to the upright position. The removal of her nipple clamps allowed her now numb nipples to receive blood again. With the inflow came intense sensations and she squirmed as they regained sensitivity. Her blindfold was released but the gag remained. Her Master lent over her and spoke, “slave as soon as I’ve released you and deflated the obdurating balloons you are to unzip yourself and void your enema. Then we shall shower together. I will strip you. After your voiding stand in the shower and run it and remain there until I return.”

Standing under the warm cascade of water slave Selena felt both hungry and clean. The deep enema had really cleansed her and she felt that now familiar inner cleanliness together with knowledge that she had no choice but to accept it, she was, she reminded herself ‘my Masters slave and he would control her every waking moment. She rejoiced in the knowledge. She stood directly under the shower head and peered into the flow. Her clear vinyl lenses stopped any ingress of water. She enjoyed the sensation of the water splashing harmlessly of her impermeable attire.
Her Master entered the shower cubicle and they both clung to each other enjoying the intimacy. Then he ceremoniously undressed his slave leaving her helmet until last. Milky white perspiration and other body fluids flowed from the enclosed feet of her suit. When her helmet was finally removed after her gag was deflated her hair was matted closely to her head but the shower soon had her refreshed.

It was now 5pm seven hours had passed since the session began. But slave Selena had been dressed since 8pm the previous day; a total enclosure time of 21 hours. She felt both exhausted and proud; she really was.

James had booked a surprise for Selena; he had a table for two in an intimate setting at a restaurant he had known for some time. Together they set off in the TVR; Selena now dressed perfectly; a pair of black leather trousers and a silk blouse in deep red. Underneath she wore her latex dildo pants and corset. James had on his chinos and a black silk shirt. As he drove they discussed the day’s events. Selena was tired but elated she had realised her fantasy and enjoyed the testing additions her lover and Master had imposed on her. The meal was enjoyed by the lovers; the wine flowed easily. Selena now fulfilled spoke of her experiences.

“James, you are a superb Master; you have the ability to always surprise me. I find that very exciting you know how to please a woman. When you introduced the enema and the new inflatable gag you had me reeling, I loved the gag it really was occlusion, I couldn’t utter a sound , the inflation process was intensely exciting you know I’d grown accustomed to the penis gag but the inflatable gag really is on a higher plane. The feeling of helplessness was intense, I lived it. Please let me experience it again. As for the enema whilst you had me suspended I was in seventh heaven.” She went on. “The fact that the 6 hour session went on so long was just wonderful and underlines my need to be dressed head to toe in our special material. I’m so proud that I have spent 21 hours totally dressed.”

Continuing, “I would love dear Master.” And she placed her hand on James’s thigh when she spoke, “To spend a whole weekend under your control to be your plaything to be surprised and extended as you test my resolution to be your permanent slave. You see James, one of my strong fantasies is to be a 24/7 slave under your very strict control. I want you to dominate me entirely to control every function, how I am dressed, how tight my bondage is, when I drink and eat, when I see. When I hear, when I feel and what I feel, in fact when I breathe. I need that kind of control”. She was looking straight into her lover’s eyes as she spoke. She was speaking as his equal now.

James was amazed at this revelation by Selena; the swelling in his groin reminded him of his own excitement. And Selena was teasing him again; her fingers working on his manhood. Her look told it all, here was his lover, tired yet proud, who had obviously enjoyed every single moment of her reward as well as the extras he had devised . She was now asking for far more. ‘Yes, I’ve found the lady of my dreams. She is rapidly moving in to the deeper realms of fetishisms and eager to travel further’.

He spoke. “Selena as my slave you surpass yourself as, my lover you are peerless. You know I’m terribly proud of you and am very excited at the prospect of taking you further unto the full exploration of our fetishistic world. I can assure you; you will overcome every hurdle along the way. You are, you see, one in a million and”, he now looked into Selena’s grey eyes, “I’m deeply in love with you , it is as if the gods have conspired to put us together, Selena I love you” With that he pulled her towards him and kissed her deeply ; his manhood rigid , his heart lost to his lovely charge.

Releasing the open mouthed kiss the two lovers gazed, like young love struck adolescents, each deeply in love with the other.

16.04.09

continued in part eleven

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