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The Training of Slave Selena
by James W
© Copyright 2009 - James W - Used by permission
Storycodes: MF; latex; catsuit; SBR; mackingtosh; fantasy; sex; cons; X
The Training of Slave Selena 4: Fulfilling a Fantasy by James W MF; latex; catsuit; SBR; mackingtosh; fantasy; sex; cons; X

Chapter 4: Fulfilling a Fantasy

Outside fully dressed in matching SBR’s all buckled up ‘tight and tidy’ they appeared as two sensibly clad country folk, ready for the vagaries of English weather in November. Gloved, hand in hand they left the cottage under darkening skies. They were together sharing a common interest. Both loved long country walks, both loved dressing up.

The cottage was situated at the end of a narrow lane with woods backing it. Fortunately there were no public paths so they really were on there own. For many the cottage was far too secluded and isolated; yet for James it was the ideal retreat. He had had it for some years, buying it after a particularly successful year after his divorce. Now he was in his element with his friend Selena who was turning out to be a real enthusiast in her own right. She was everything he had ever hoped for, yet having had a divorce he was hesitant to make any formal commitment. He had been down that route before; but somehow he knew in his heart of hearts that in Selena he had found a kindred spirit; a lady he could love.

‘Don’t be an adolescent you’re acting like some star struck youngster.’ He reproached himself. ‘I’m in my forties, sensible, a professional man.’ He told himself. Yet he couldn’t help but enjoy the overwhelming blissful experience he was having with this fascinating lady. Then addressing Selena he spoke.” I’ve got a lovely walk planned with a stop off at a sixteenth century pub for lunch. We can take our time and enjoy the walk returning mid afternoon. I will light the fire and we can have a snug evening together. Adding, “This evening you can tell me more about your fantasies if you care.” Now let’s get going, I’ve been looking forward to this walk with you all week.”

Together they began the walk; each happy, deeply satisfied with the other. They were like a couple of teenagers out on their first date, yet they were both independent adults enjoying the experience of being open and truthful about their shared fetish interest. They walked in silence, content in being out together. The dismal weather irrelevant to them; indeed it made the wearing of their mackintoshes essential; it was for Selena and James a perfect day. Selena enjoyed the quietness of the Sussex countryside. The twenty four hour roar which was the signature of London now seemed in a different universe, replaced now by the rustling of the trees and the sound of the woodland birdsong. She was like James, glad to be away from the hustle and bustle of our capital city. Yet they both enjoyed the thrill of living there, the cultural life was diverse and there was that certain fresson.

To be deep in the Sussex countryside was a chance to breathe deeply without fear of coughing, to experience fresh air and colours and a full horizon to horizon sky. There was no deed for talking now they had no need for it; each taking in the rich fullness of the walk, each comfortable in the others company. Thus the walk progressed. Occasionally they stopped to admire the view or to just stand quietly taking in the joy of being together. They were happy warm in their latex. Selena and James were both in their element. Bare headed the wind blew their hair, they enjoyed the freedom. Both carried a SBR sou’wester in their mackintosh pockets but for the moment the rain held off. Selena was radiant in her tightly belted mackintosh. Her hair up in a loose bun glistened in the dull light, her soft skin radiated health and happiness, her cheeks aglow, she was so happy. Stopping James she pulled him towards her and kissed him deeply.

At that moment unbeknown to her the notched escapement movement in her deepest unconsciousness clicked another notch; she was steadily and inexorably falling in love. As if to confirm this a gust of wind brought the first spots of rain. They both looked up welcoming the wetting experience; they were prepared for this and had both spoken about the joys of walking in the rain, now they both exclaimed simultaneously “Rain!” James spoke. ”Let’s celebrate our walk together. Let it rain, rain, rain we have dressed for it!”

They both pulled out their southwesters and hurriedly pulled them on as the rain became much heavier. They watched fascinated for the ‘nth’ time as their mackintoshes came alive turning from dull black to glossy obsidian; shining living rubber.

Rivulets of rain cascaded harmlessly off their tightly belted mackintoshes as two glistening wet figures linked arms and carried on walking. They were in their element enjoying the heavy rain; welcoming it. It seemed to James to quench the thirst for the unusual. Both were inwardly excited by the simple action of the wetting rain falling on them. It was Selena who voiced these thoughts.

“James this is turning out to be the perfect country walk. Have you prearranged this downpour? You know I so enjoy walking in the rain dressed properly, it’s one of my favourite experiences, I’ve enjoyed the sensation since I was a child, and I’m always strangely excited by the experience. I wish we could make love on some mossy bank, it’s one of my reoccurring fantasies.”

“You may, if you play your cards right, have that fantasy realised, I think I know just the right spot.” returned James.

The two glossy black mackintoshed figures entered ‘The Dragon’ hostelry, an ancient country pub with a goodly range of draught beers from the barrel still on offer. There were a number of locals together with the weekend Barbour coated, green ‘welly brigade’ in the bar. A welcoming log fire filled the inglenook fire place and the satisfying aroma of wood smoke pervaded the air. No one took much notice of the sensibly clad figures. James and Selena took off their sou’westers; Selena shook out her hair letting it cascade down over the belted high collar of her SBR. Unbuckling the throat strap, she then unbuttoned the lancer front of her mackintosh exposing the high collar of her latex suit she was wearing underneath. To the casual observer it looked like a high collared cirri roll neck pullover. She took of her latex gloves and together with her sou’wester pushed them into one of the deep pockets. James did the same.

“Well, what can I get you enquired the barman.” James turned to Selena eyes raised in an enquiring fashion.

“I’d love a half pint of, .let me see… yes, ‘Masterbrew’” grinned Selena.

“I’ll have a pint of the same,” rejoined James. The rain coated couple stood together still wearing their gradually drying, SBR’s, eyes fixed on each other, oblivious to others. They were enjoying every second of being together. They looked at the ‘Specials’ menu board and both chose a warm meal. He paid and they sought out a quiet corner to continue their extended love making.

Leaving ‘The Dragon’ they both giggled like young lovers as they splashed through puddles with their rubber boots and SBR’s all buttoned up. They were both damp within their latex suits a thin patina of moisture in the intimate areas, but warm, ready for whatever the afternoon brought. It was still raining but looked generally brighter as they continued on their way. The unmistakable ‘music’ that only SBR’s can make, together with the splash of rain as it tried to bridge the defences of the impermeable material was enjoyed by the two. Flap, flap, smackingtosh sounds and the crackle of the black rubber was music to their ears as they continued on their way.

“We’ve completed about five miles, only another four to our cottage.” James told Selena. She was glad there was still some way to go and in the back of her mind she hoped for that mossy bank. Entering the wood again she was enchanted by the mature trees which grew in profusion. Autumn had turned the leaves into a kaleidoscope of vibrant colours; the last knockings of autumn before the wasted bareness of winter took over. Falling leaves fluttered in the brisk breeze with heavy drops of water falling from overhead branches and splashing harmlessly onto their mackintoshes and cascading in runnels to the ground. Selena enjoyed the sensation of kicking through the carpet of already fallen leaves’ her booted feet warm as toast within the protection of her rubber boots. It brought back memories of her childhood; the joy of wildly kicking damp leaves in the park, only this was much better. She was with her lover, she was enjoying the walk. They chatted quietly stopping every now and then to embrace. So the afternoon walk progressed.

James had brought a latex blindfold which he proposed to surprise Selena with when he got to the mossy bank beneath two mature beech trees. He now knew it was one of her ‘secret’ fantasies to be blindfolded.

He had often admired the huge beech trees surrounding this quiet setting when out on his own and had fantasised about making love to his conquest one day. Now, to his complete satisfaction the fantasy was about to become a reality. He could hardly contain himself, but he did not give Selena any clue as to what he had in mind. The rain had stopped and only the occasional drip from overhead branches fell, although it was still very wet underfoot.

Selena knew immediately she had arrived at the appointed place of pleasure. There before her, enclosed by the huge boles of the ancient beech trees was the mossy bank of her dreams. There was no need to say anything, she understood without words that this was the secret place in her reoccurring fantasy over the years; she had viewed this place in her minds eye countless times as she had been alone in her own bed and come to orgasmic release. She stood quietly waiting for her knight in shining black armour to take over, to over power her, to take control, she was ready, willing, nearly swooning at the thought yet within her there was a stillness, a calm, born out of trust for her man as she stood motionless as if transfixed.

James for his part, understood Selena’s stillness, he stood looking at his love, a tenderness welling up in him, born of his respect for her. Selena standing so still facing the lush verdant mound was clearly under the spell of this magic place; the place in her imagination. She stood eyes closed; now breathing quickly. James respecting her time watched fascinated by his love; it was as if a metamorphosis was taking place before his eyes. Her SBR gleaming now in the subdued light, every button fastened properly, her sou’wester partly obscuring her lovely features, her belt pulled in tight accentuating her narrow waist and full breasts contained, doubly protected under her latex suit and mackintosh. Her booted feet partly covered by fallen leaves.

For Selena the inexorable change from independent lady through to dependent maiden was taking place. She was lost in her revelry. James sensing that the moment was right, quietly, slowly and deliberately approached his conquest. Selena remained as she had been for some minutes and sensed rather than observed her knight approaching her. The kiss of a black latex blindfold across her eyes sealed her to her fate. A shiver ran down her spine directly to her vaginal area, already highly charged, she had never been more ready for love making. There was a deep seated need to consummate her fantasy.

James tied the blindfold around the back of her sou’wester. It was the right thing to do; the spell would have been broken if one item of clothing had been removed. He knew now that the time was right to gently lay his charge down on the verdant mossy mound. Selena had acted out the process many times in her fantasy; now it was happening for real, and she allowed herself to be lowered to the welcoming bank of moss. Her legs slowly buckled as she was received by mother earth. Lying there still fully protected under her chosen clothing she sensed the bottom buttons of her SBR being undone, the thigh straps were left; she knew what she must do now and purposefully opened her legs wide to allow her knight to gain entry to his willing maiden. The opening of the zip was not a single act.

The first touch had Selena gasping, arching her back and lifting her hips to offer herself to her knight. A deep voiceless groan escaped from her full red lips swollen by arousal slightly parted in ecstatic delight. The zip was not opened immediately, rather a latex gloved hand being stroked along the still closed zip sent shivers of pure delight causing through her inner being and sent Selena onto a higher plane of pleasure. Although ready for penetration she knew now that the process of love making was to be prolonged by her knight. The reality was far better than the fantasy. She had never been so ready for love making, every fibre in her firm body cried out for release, yet she could not anticipate any form of release; she was under control she was the plaything willing the process to never end.

Tooth by tooth the zip in her crotch was opened then closed, then opened. The cool air kissing her now fully swollen labia lips; petals open with the cap of her clitoris fully retracted exposing a throbbing full button. Then the zip was closed, she squirmed uttering little cries of joy and frustration as the process continued. Her breasts were full and flushed, her nipples hard, tenting the all confining latex suit. Patinas of moisture glossing the inside of her sealed impregnable body suit; she was oh so vulnerable as her knight toyed with her. The tight caress of her corset adding to the building fires of arousal and lust. The zip was finally fully open exposing her honey dew flower glistening, moist, and ready for penetration.

Her knight now mounted his willing maiden and without further preliminaries nuzzled his throbbing manhood into the centre of her flower. Selena felt the full weight of her knight pressing down on her pubic bone breast and thighs, her gloved hands thrown back above her head on the wet mossy bank. Her knight now pinning her wrists to the bank began riding his love. Selena’s fantasy fulfilled entirely, even to the reality of her hands being restrained, with her knight’s arms straight, back arched, looking down onto his charge. Selena knew she was lost now. A star burst of light deep within her mind confirmed she was now completely out of control; a growing abandonment swept through her. First a tingling was sensed in her toes and fingers building, growing in intensity as a tornado builds and then unleashes its power, as focused power surged towards her vagina; all senses concentrating on the overwhelming pleasure that was overtaking her.

She lay in her black armour squirming under her orgasmic delight, head thrashing from one side to the other, mouth open, not breathing as the climax proper raked her body. A voiceless gagging sound consummated their love making. Selena’s orgasm took James beyond himself and in that instant he felt his urgent seed pumping into his love; time had no meaning for either of them as they clung together lost in a cosmic oneness. Finally a timeless moment later, both fulfilled utterly spent, they lay panting breathless unable to speak. Selena had never experienced love making like this before; the power of her fantasy had overwhelmed her, the reality over come her. For some time they lay complete in the mutual delight of post love making euphoria.

As if to confirm them in their pleasure it began to rain again.

“James, I thought I was going to die in ecstasy. Thank you, thank you, thank you my darling lover for allowing me to realise my fantasy and allowing me to experience it for real. I’ve never experienced such a strong orgasm. You were fantastic, the way you teased me by playing with my crotch zip, I thought I was going to climax before you even entered me. I had lot of mini ‘pleasures’ before you entered me. I’ve never been so excited in all my life….I’m exhausted, just leave me here to die! That was heavenly my knight in shining armour. The blindfold sealed my fate. I’m now completely addicted to you, you know, like one of those ducks that follow a human substitute for its mother. You won’t be able to shake me off now!” she said as she untied the blindfold and gazed into James’s dark brown eyes.

James lent across to Selena supine body and kissed her lightly on her lips, he then carefully zipped up her crotch zip before buttoning her up again. Selena laid stretched full length on the mossy mound. The heavy drops of rain that dripped from overhead trees now wetting her SBR.. “What a glorious way to end our love making, a walk home in the rain to your lovely cottage. I must be the luckiest girl in the world!” She purred in a dreamy voice.

They both sat chatting quietly in the gathering gloom, content to do so, knowing that time really didn’t matter today. Now both shiny wet in their SBR’s but protected, from the increasingly heavy rain, together and deliriously happy.


to be continued in part five


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