Gromet's Plaza Latex Stories
Weekend with Anya
by Hazard
© Copyright 2001 - Hazard - Used by permission
Storycodes: F/f; D/s; latex; corset; catsuit; bond; toys; cons; X
Weekend with Anya 1: Germany Bound by Hazard F/f; D/s; latex; bond; cons; X

Chapter 1: Germany Bound

Anya and I had met on several occasions when she came to New York or I travelled to Germany on business.  She was our dealer in Germany and I was her representative.  Typically, my European trips were whistle-stop tours of several countries with no time for sightseeing so when she asked me to join her for two major fashion shows in two consecutive weeks, I was very excited at the prospect of spending some time in one country. The first show was Tuesday through Friday in Essen, the second from Monday through Wednesday in Frankfurt.  Anya invited me to stay with her at her country house over the weekend.

Anya had always excited me although I had done my best to hide it. Tall and attractive, she had always shown a lot of interest in my ideas and I had often fantasized about what we might do together if she felt the same as I did.  I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps I might find out over that weekend.  All through the weeks leading up to the trip, I found myself thinking of her, wanting to touch her and to have her touch me and want me too.  At night I would lie awake touching my breasts and playing with my pussy imagining it was her fingers bringing me to a hot climax.

Not wanting to do anything that might damage our relationship, I was even more reserved than usual during the Essen show.  We were working very closely together and on several occasions she brushed against me. My body was at fever pitch and it made me want to scream but I did everything I could to stay calm and not reveal how much I wanted her. The show finally came to an end on Friday lunchtime.  By two o'clock we had everything packed in her Mercedes and we strapped ourselves in for the drive to her country house. Leaving so early, we missed most of the traffic and were soon on the autobahn. 

We talked about the show for a while and how successful it had been and then Anya looked over to me and said "I hope you will enjoy what I have planned for your weekend.  You look tired and I think a couple of days without having to make decisions will do you the world of good."

"I place myself entirely in your hands," I replied.  "I'm sure I'm bound to love whatever you have in mind."

She looked at me for a long moment before replying.  "I was hoping you'd say that.  I planned a special surprise for you but it will only work if you trust me totally."

I wasn't quite sure what she meant but my heart leapt in the hope that, whatever the surprise was, it would involve some level of intimacy between us.

"Of course I trust you," I said.  "Just tell me what you want me to do."

"Not yet. Wait until we get home."

We drove on in silence for another half hour, finally pulling up to a large house set back from the road.  A brick wall ran round the property and the land around was mostly forest.  I was very impressed. "It's beautiful. You must be doing very well to be living here," I said, the first words I had spoken since our earlier conversation.

"Shhh.  Don't say anything," Anya answered.  "Come with me."

We walked up to the heavy wooden door with its big iron hinges that reached almost all the way across it.  Anya pulled out her key chain and opened it and we stepped inside.

"Come in here and relax for a few minutes while I get some refreshments," she said. 

I stepped into a large living room with sumptuous furnishings.  Anya led me to a big winged armchair that faced the fireplace.  I sat down and waited excitedly for her to return.  My imagination was flying to the point where I could feel my pussy getting wet.  I ached to play with myself but forced myself to keep an outward calm.  But what was going to happen?  What did Anya have planned?

I didn't hear her come back in the room but suddenly I heard Anya's voice behind me.  "You did say you'd trust me completely, didn't you?", she asked. 

A "Yes, of course" came out through my mouth although my chest was tight and my heart was pounding.

"Then relax and put your hands in your lap," she whispered.  "Don't move them whatever happens.  And don't say a word.  Just relax and trust me.  I promise you're going to love my surprise."

Slowly her hands appeared in front of my face.  I could see she was wearing black shiny gloves that ran up her arms and was holding something black and silky.  As she brought her hands closer to me I realized that it was a blindfold.  This really must be some surprise, I thought. Anya pulled the blindfold tight behind my head and I heard a "snick" like the sound of a small padlock closing.  My heart skipped a beat. I was vaguely aware that such things existed but I had never had any personal experience of them.

I heard her come around to the front of the chair and then I felt her touching my wrist with her slick gloves.  The gentle touch of the smooth latex on my skin was electric.  I wanted so much to writhe with the pleasure of it but was still unsure if this was just some German party game or if Anya was really trying to make me come.  I felt her wrap something around my wrists and then under my legs just above the knee. Suddenly I couldn't move my hands.  They were cuffed to my legs. There was another little click as Anya closed another padlock. 

"Trust me," she said again, in a low voice.  I thought I could detect the same feelings in her voice that I felt in my aching body, but I still wasn't sure. I wanted to speak but I couldn't trust my voice or what it might say.

"Now open your mouth, my love."  Hearing those last two words, I could hardly restrain myself.  She really did want me.  This was going to be a curious seduction. It was all I could to to refrain from jumping up and grabbing her and rubbing my throbbing pussy against her body. I opened my mouth wide, expecting a chocolate or some other tasty morsel.  Instead I tasted something rubbery that felt like a small balloon.  Before I could react, she had placed something over my mouth and again attached it at the back of my head.  Once more I heard a "snick."

"Don't worry," she whispered.  "You're in safe hands. I promise you I only want to please you."  I felt the balloon start to inflate in my mouth, forcing my tongue down. I couldn't speak at all.  All that came out when I tried to talk was a muffled "mmppphh."

"Now you must listen to me," she said, in a much firmer tone.  "I said you were to make no decisions this weekend and that is true.  I will make all decisions for you.  For this weekend, you are my slave.  You will do exactly what I tell you to do and nothing else.  If you please me, I will reward you.  If you displease me, I will punish you. Don't think about escape.  I want you to enjoy this weekend and you will not be able to if you are frustrated by a failure to achieve your goal.  Forget everything about your real life and indulge yourself in the total freedom of mindless slavery. Trust me. Everything I am doing is to make you happy.  Now I'm going to leave you to think for a while."

As I listened to her talk, my thoughts and emotions fluctuated wildly. One moment I was horrified that I was trapped and couldn't escape. The next I was exploding at the excitement of being Anya's slave.  I was helpless and she could make me do anything.  I had never realized that I had a submissive side, but now that I was confronted with it, I was hot with the idea of my helplessness.  I couldn't stop myself coming and could feel the hot cum dripping between my thighs.  It was hard to get enough air through my nose.  I desparately wanted to take a deep breath but the gag was far too full.  And I couldn't even move my hands or separate my legs.  I thought of trying to get up but gagged and blindfolded with my knees tied together, where would I go? If I fell over, which was almost certain to happen, I would have absolutely no way to get up.  I stayed in my chair, waiting.

After a few minutes of alternating fear and excitement, I heard Anya come back in.  "Are you ready, slave?" she asked.  With more than a little trepidation, I nodded.  "Then we can begin!"

I felt her slip a collar around my neck and then a gentle tug.  I leaned forward and tried to stand up although the cuffs holding my hands to my knees forced me to lean forward.  I was still very hot with excitement and I could hardly keep my balance.  All I could do was walk towards the tug with small steps. We moved slowly this way, me following her gentle tugs, for a couple of minutes until she told me to stop. 

"I'm going to take off some of your restraints now," she said.  "Please be patient.  Everything will be all right soon." 

She unlocked the padlock on my cuffs and released my arms.  It felt so good to stand up straight again. 

"Now, I'm going to undress you.  Keep your hands at your sides, whatever you do." 

I felt her slowly unbutton my blouse and remove it.  The feel of her smooth gloves on my skin set me on fire.  I could feel myself coming again.  Then she slipped off my skirt.  I heard a little giggle and she said "I see you're not wearing any panties.  A good thing.  You'd only have ruined them."

I felt her slowly remove my pantyhose, running her hands luxuriously down my legs as she did so.  I desperately wanted to touch her, to caress her latex with my hands, but I didn't dare disobey her.  I didn't have any idea what "punishment" might mean but I certainly didn't want to find out!

Finally she unhitched my bra and slowly removed it, caressing my breasts as she did so. Then I felt her lips tenderly kiss my erect nipples.  The orgasm just kept going on and on, exploding inside me. I had never felt like this before - never imagined the ecstacy of being a helpless slave.

"Now for some more appropriate clothes."  I felt her wrap a corset around me.  It pushed up my breasts and came down to my hips.  Anya started to tighten the laces. I grunted as the air was pushed out of my nose but she went on tightening until I was gasping. Then she tied off the laces and stepped back.

"There is a chair behind you.  Sit down."  I instinctively reached my hands out behind me to feel for the chair.  I couldn't help it with the blindfold on. "Don't you trust me, slave?" Anya snapped.  "I told you I would take care of you."

I brought my hands back to my sides and made myself sit, sure I would fall on the floor.  I breathed a tiny sigh of relief (through my nose!) when I made contact with a hard plastic surface.  "Don't disobey me again, slave." she ordered.  I nodded vigorously. 

The next thing I felt was a light cool dusting which I presumed to be talcum powder.  Anya rubbed this all over my body driving me into ecstacy again.  I heard a swooshing noise and then felt her pull something over my feet.  I soon realized that it was some kind of latex catsuit.  The feet and legs fit very tightly and I loved the feeling of pressure on my skin.  When she had worked the legs up to my thighs she made me stand up again and continued up my body, working it over the tight corset and fitting my arms into the sleeves.  There were gloves attached and Anya worked them onto my waiting fingers.  I was already on fire and the touch of the smooth latex pressing against every inch of my body was driving me crazy.  When she had me all the way in, she ran a zipper up the back.  I so much wanted to run my gloved hands over my latex-covered body but I didn't dare do anything that might stop this.

As soon as she had closed the top of the suit, Anya worked my way into thigh-length boots. The heels were so high that my toes barely touched the ground and I had a terrible time keeping my balance. They squeezed my legs even tighter than the latex so that I couldn't bend my knees at all. Anya pulled my right arm to my side and I heard a zipper start to go up.  I realized that the suit had flaps that went over the arms and zipped up.  I felt the pressure on my right arm as she forced the flaps together and drove up the zipper, pushing my arm into my side. I couldn't move my arm or fingers at all!  Then she did the same thing on the left.  I was firmly encased in the suit and it pressed against every inch of my body.  I moaned through the gag and I felt her come so close to my face I could smell her musky scent.  Then she kissed my gently on my cheek between the gag and blindfold.  The touch was electric and I climaxed again with a violent shudder.  If I could have moved my hands at all I would have hugged her and the fact that I couldn't made the climax even stronger.

My body was getting hotter and hotter inside the latex suit.  My face felt cool by comparison although I knew it must be very flushed.  Then she started to pull a hood over my face.  It was also latex and fit very tightly, pushing the silk blindfold into my eyes so that I couldn't even blink.  There had to be small holes under my nose because I could still breathe.  I felt her fit the hood over the gag and pull it down over my neck.  Now I was hot all over.  The final touch was a collar that fit over the top of the suit and the bottom of the mask.  Once that was locked there was no way for anyone to get me out without the keys.

"How do you feel, slave?" she asked.  "Are you grateful that I have freed you from your decisions?" 

I tried to nod but the collar held my head completely firm.  I couldn't move at all.  When I made a slight noise, Anya pumped the balloon even tighter.

"Don't speak. You are a slave."

I heard her go behind me and felt a click at the back of my neck. Then I felt a tug, pulling the collar upwards.  She had somehow attached me to the ceiling and I was pulled harder as she wound up the chain.  I was terrified.  I could hardly breathe, I was roasting, my feet barely touched the ground, my hands were useless and I was dangling from the ceiling.  Now my fear overcame my excitement.  I struggled helplessly to free my arms, to spit out the gag but I made no impact at all. I felt her hands move between my legs, touching my wet pussy.  I realized there was an opening in the suit as I suddenly felt something firm and wet slip inside me. I felt a strap going around my waist and realized the dildo was attached to a chastity belt. Anya padlocked the belt on and then I felt the vibrations surge through my helpless body, nearly driving me insane.

I stood there in silence, unable to move, with the vibrator forcing me to a continuous fever pitch of orgasm.  My shudders were uncontrollable although they were, by necessity, almost totally internal.  The vibration finally stopped, letting me catch my breath. I tingled all over, loving the feeling of the tight latex but exhausted and afraid of what might be next. I assumed that Anya was watching me although she hadn't made a sound during my efforts. I waited for something, anything to happen.  My body was getting hotter and hotter inside the latex.  I started to itch all over but there was nothing I could do about it.  The silence started to scare me even more.  What if she went off and left me like this?  I would die.  Trapped and unable to move or to scream for help. The latex pressed harder and hotter against my body causing every nerve to scream out.  Breathing through my nose was not giving me close to the air I needed and I thought I would pass out.

Then suddenly, the dildo started to vibrate again.  In a rush, I felt another orgasm start to build.  The darkness and pressure and fear all welled up in a rush and I came ferociously, unable to control the passion.  The force of my shudder knocked me off my feet and I found myself hanging by the collar.  Fortunately, this didn't choke me as it fitted so well around my neck that it didn't move at all. 

The power of the dildo-driven orgasm was still on me and although I could feel my legs flailing around, it took me quite a while to get them back under me. I had no idea how much time passed.  I couldn't even count the number of times my emotional pendulum swung between abject fear and self-pity and ecstatic orgasm.  With no sound and no vision, there was no way for me to judge the time.  I only knew that I couldn't fall asleep, no matter how tired I got.  The heat, the fear, the excitement, the constant pressure of the latex suit and the intermittent throbbing of the dildo kept me going and coming.

After an eternity, I heard Anya's voice. "Now slave, enough pleasure. Now it's time for you to serve me like a good slave should."



continues in part 2: Maid in Germany


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