Gromet's PlazaLatex Stories

Living Their Fantasies in Paris

by CoreDump

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Storycodes: latex; sex; oral; anal; insert; chastity; hood; gag; corset; catsuit; reluct; permanent; X

A couple create new lives in 40 days 

A long, day-by-day account of a happy couple living out their fantasies and fetishes on a life-changing trip to Paris.

(Latex, Chastity, Humiliation, Reluctance, Chasti-Permalock)

Author’s note: This is, of course, pure fiction. In a couple of cases the timeline is somewhat unrealistic (for example: for surgical recovery), but necessary to maintain the flow of the story. Stories of the Chasti-Permalock company and their product offerings have been around for a while, I take no credit for them (I’m not aware of their inventor/author). Please suspend disbelief as necessary and just enjoy the tale…


Continues from part two

Part 3

(Day 10)

In the morning, Rob sent Cindy to the bathroom to get cleaned up, ‘inside and out’, and to do her hair and makeup. With a sigh she prepared and administered her enema before taking a quick shower. She found that if she relaxed and made sure the water was warm, that the enema was not as bad as she had thought. In fact, it actually felt a little good. After drying off, she then performed the familiar rituals of hair and makeup. When she came back out, Rob presented her with the white latex panties and bra. Before he had given them to her, Rob had mounted the remote controlled, vibrating plugs into their respective sockets.

Cindy took the panties and prepared the plugs and her vagina and anus with a bottle of lube that the latex shop had included with their purchase. She then slid the latex up her legs and into her holes. It felt really good!

After she had dressed in her latex, Rob had secured them on with a pair of his locks. Distracted and complaining about the uncomfortable bra, Cindy didn't pay too much attention to the plugs, other than noticing that they were slightly heavier than the ones she'd worn, yesterday.

Rob then handed her the heavy leather, under bust corset. Cindy sighed, but following last night's promise she slid the corset up her body and positioned its shoulder straps. She then waited for Rob to lace her in. It took quite a while, longer than yesterday's latex corset, as it was both heavier and more severely boned. Eventually it was in place and locked. Of course, Cindy couldn't breathe, twist or bend at all. It was much worse than yesterday. She felt light headed, like she might faint at any time. She also found that she couldn't really sit down in any normal chair. She could only perch on the edge, lean on an ledge or kind of lounge back on a couch or bed.

Throughout the process her breasts were being poked and irritated by the damned spikes in her bra cups. As she tried to massage them, Rob spoke sternly, "Oh no you don't! You will not touch your breasts. Only I can. If you ask nicely, perhaps I will rub them for you."

She pouted for a moment, then asked "Rob will you please rub my breasts?"

"No, he said with a smile, you'll have to do a better job than that.”

She thought for a moment then said "Oh master, will you please massage my breasts, they really need some attention."

With that he nodded and stepped up to kiss, lick and massage her poor tortured tits.

After a while he told her "that’s the way and the wording you should use whenever your beautiful breasts need attention."

Cindy immediately saw the trouble that would cause. If anyone heard that line, she'd really be humiliated. Of course, that was part of the game and it made her pussy wet just thinking about it.

Rob then handed her wedge heeled boots. With the heavy corset, there was no way she could put them on. She asked Rob for help and he looked at her with his hands on his hips until she realized the game he was forcing her to play.

"Oh master, will you please help me put my beautiful boots on?"

With that he bent down and put her boots on for her, he laced them tightly and locked them in place.

Finally, she was ready to place another pretty sun dress on over her head. Of course, it didn't fit as well as it should. The midriff was too big for her corset reduced waist and her breasts, pushed up as they were strained the top of the dress as if it was two sizes too small.

They'd have to do some more shopping today.

Rob said that they would, but first they would be making another visit to the Louvre.

It was a pleasant day but they took a cab to the Louvre, rather than walk. Rob said that they'd be doing plenty of that, later.

Cindy found climbing into the cab and sitting on the seat difficult due to her corset. She wound up perched half on and half off of the seat, sitting tall. The movement also bounced her breasts onto the spikes of her bra. The poking of the bra coupled with the rubbing of the tight top caused her nipples to stand at attention. She caught herself several times reaching up to hold them, but then remembered the rules and backed off.

The double plugs also bothered her, in a good way. Sitting on them drove them deeper into her holes, and their movement was always arousing and distracting. Their constant pressure was a relentless reminder of her situation - a locked in latex, woman, bordering on slut.

The cabby was confused, by her antics, but was happy to watch her breasts move around under her tight dress top. Her nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers.

When they arrived at the museum, Cindy clumsily climbed out of the car. The corset hurt as did her breasts, from the contortions she had to endure.

Heading to the door, Cindy was a little confused. They'd already spent a day there, and although she'd loved it, Rob wasn't exactly a fan of the arts.

Once inside, they began the stroll through the galleries. Of course, this time through Cindy drew as many stares as did the art on the walls. She laughed to herself, if the men only knew what I have on underneath my dress, and if the women only knew how I was being restrained.

After a few minutes, when they were in a busy hallway Cindy suddenly felt an eruption in her crotch. She gasped and staggered into Rob, who looked at her and smiled an evil smile. A couple of the other patrons noticed her jump, but said nothing, assuming she had just tripped. It only took a moment more for her to realize that he had put the vibrating plugs into her panties. He had activated them for just a moment as they walked. She blushed, knowing what had happened, and worrying about what might happen next.

Sure enough, after they entered the next gallery and were standing amongst the crowd admiring a Monet, he activated them again. Again, she gasped and staggered a little. This time the vibrations didn't stop, and in fact they picked up their speed and intensity. Cindy closed her eyes and moaned, rocking side-to-side with the pleasure. As the vibrations subsided, she suddenly realized that several people were standing, staring at her. Rob had taken a couple of steps back to watch. One of the men asked her "are you all right miss?" For a moment she was frozen in her embarrassment. After a few seconds she stuttered, "Yes, yes, I'm fine, thank you."

A couple of the women looked at her suspiciously, before they moved on. Humiliated, she walked over to Rob and gave him a dirty look. "Don't you give me that look." he said, "I'm only helping you with your fantasy. You're getting turned-on, aren’t you?"

She had to admit, sheepishly "yes, you're right damn you, but please not too much."

Again, he gave her that evil smirk, "you'll just have to learn to control yourself. You know you want it. And I love watching you dance."

"Grrrr" she growled through clenched teeth.

The vibrators continued their random dance on and off, high speed and low speeds, one the other, then both for the next two hours as they strolled through the big building.

Several times Cindy made a substantial scene as she lost control of her feelings when the evil machines did their dance inside her. Each time she was left gasping, moaning and squirming as people watched either in concern or suspecting the truth.

Of course, Cindy's pussy was on fire from the attention of the plugs, and from the humiliation she felt. The tight corset kept her panting for breath and the spikey bra and tight top were punishing her tits. She was afraid that her hard nipples would tear right through the dress.

Rob kept up the torture game until a museum warden asked her to please stop her distracting behavior or leave the premises. Rob could tell that Cindy was almost ready to cry with frustration and embarrassment, so he set the vibrator in her ass to a slow, distracting speed and walked her out of the place.

By then Cindy's mind and body were screaming for release. She needed an orgasm, and could think of little else. The slow vibrations in her ass kept her on the edge, as they walked at Cindy's now standard, slow pace into the city.

They soon stopped for a drink and snack.

With the vibrator distracting her, and the corset preventing her from sitting comfortably Cindy didn't enjoy the break all that much, but it did allow her to rest her legs and feet.

An hour later they were back walking the historic streets. Cindy tried to enjoy the sites but was just too preoccupied.

Whenever Rob spotted a women’s clothing shop that sold sexy fashions, he’d take Cindy inside and pick out a dress or top and skirt outfit for her to try on. If he liked the look, and if it was revealing and sexy enough, he'd buy it. He was always in total control. Each time, the process transpired as if he was buying clothes for a doll or child.

Cindy found it humiliating and demeaning, but it continued to turn her on.

He took her into a shoe shop, and with the help of a pretty sales girl, Rob came up with a pair of clear, plastic mules with 5” high heels. he added them to their collection. Cindy wasn’t sure why.

Soon they had quite a haul and Rob hailed a taxi. But instead of going to the hotel, where Cindy hoped to get some relief they weren’t going there. She was really looking forward to saying "Oh master will you..."

Rob gave the cabbie an address that somehow sounded familiar.

It wasn’t long before the taxi pulled up in front of the boot store that they’d visited several days ago. Again, Cindy had to crawl carefully out of the car, constrained by the corset and hurting her now delicate and painful breasts.

They entered the store and Rob asked if his order was ready. What order? Cindy thought with some trepidation. The woman behind the counter looked up his name and said "yes indeed your order is ready, if the lady would sit over there, we will bring out her new boots."

Cindy looked questioningly at Rob, but he just nodded and pointed her to the chair indicated. Cindy was, however unable to sit in that furniture, instead she went over to a lounger, and sat gingerly back into it.

Rob immediately bent down and removed the padlocks on her boots.

After a few minutes the saleswoman came out with several large boot boxes. When she opened the first one Cindy saw a pair of very tall, thigh-high, boots in black leather. Only upon closer examination did she realize that the soles were the large semi-circular, flat ones with no heel that they’d been shown the last time they were in this shop. As she studied them, she saw that the soles looked strangely like horse hooves. The most disconcerting aspect, however was the steep position that they’d hold the wearer’s foot in.

The woman asked if Cindy would like to try them on. It was Rob who answered with an ‘of course’. He continued by asking for the white ones. This surprised Cindy, how many boots has he bought? She certainly liked the sexy boots, but did Rob intend her to wear them often? She wasn’t sure she could handle that, but as always lately the thought made her hot.

The saleswoman knelt down in front of Cindy, grabbed her leg and began unlacing the boots she was wearing. Once both were off, the white version of the hoof-like boots were readied. Cindy had to lean back so the new boots could be slid all the way up her legs. They were so tall they almost reached her crotch, making her nervous that the woman would see her latex panties.

As the woman pulled the boots up her legs, her foot slid into the bottom of the boot. Cindy realized that in these she’d be walking only on her toes, and a small part of the ball of her foot. Her heels would be around 7 inches above the top of the sole, which itself was around two inches thick. There was a considerable amount of padding built in. It felt more like foam rubber the way it formed around her toes and feet.

After they were laced tightly all the way up Cindy’s calves, over her knees and up to the top of her thighs, Cindy realized something else about these boots. Like the others they had corset-like stays in them. The stays held her legs almost straight. She could bend her legs at the knees, but it took some effort to make it happen.

Good lord! How could she walk in these things? How could she sit? And how much would it hurt?

As soon as the lacing was completed, she found out. Rob had to help her stand up. Once she was vertical her situation became painfully clear. Although she could stand, her feet and ankles immediately began hurting. With Rob’s assistance she took a tiny step finding that it was like walking on stilts. She had to swing her legs forward at the hip, as she was able to bend her knees only a little. Moving just six feet from her starting position was a major chore. She began to doubt that she’d be able to wear the new boots at all.

Rob, though was delighted. He declared them the sexiest things he’d ever seen. His excitement, excited her. Cindy had to admit to herself that the new boots were indeed very sexy. The restrictions they forced upon her fed her submissive fetish dreams and turned her on.

They continued to walk slowly around the shop. At first Cindy didn’t dream of walking without Rob’s help, but the more they practiced, the more confident she became, and after a full twenty minutes she was able to move about on her own. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t hurting! Her feet, ankles and calves were killing her. She didn’t like the way she had to swing her hips to take each step, and she still couldn’t figure out how she could sit in the boots, especially with the strict corset in place. Eventually she just had to take a break.

She asked Rob for help and he escorted her to a high stool, nearby. The stool was tall enough that she could lean on it, bending her knees only slightly. At that point she asked the sales woman how people could possibly walk around in boots like this. The woman explained that the more one wore the ‘pony boots’ the more they ‘wore in’. The leather at the knees would loosen up, and the feet and ankles would get used to the severe vertical angle.

As Cindy perched on the stool, the saleswoman opened the other boxes. She pointed out that the black pair of hoof boots were exactly like the white pair that Cindy wore. Would it be necessary to try those on?

When Rob said that he was confident that they would fit properly, so there was no need, the woman pulled out the other two pairs of boots. Cindy saw that they were white and that they matched the black pairs they’d previously purchased. One pair had the tall wedge heel and the other the tall spike.

Again, Rob said that he didn’t see any need to test them, as they were exactly the same size as the black boots that Cindy had worn for the past several days.

“These are all perfect” he told her. “We’ll take them all. Could you box them all up, please?” Then looking at Cindy, he continued “She’ll wear those out. Please put her older boots in their box.”

“Wait, what?” Cindy said, coming out of her funk. “I’m not sure I’m ready to go anywhere in these.”

“Of course, you are” Rob said forcefully. “Remember what the lady said, the more you wear them the more they will break in, and the better you will get. Why don’t you continue to practice around the store, while I pay?”

With that he walked over to the sales counter, leaving her in no doubt about what was to be.

Cindy resigned herself to another long, difficult walk back to the hotel. That thought, however made her think of her bladder, and that was a mistake.

When Rob came back with the large bag of boxes, he confirmed her fear about the walk. “We should really just take a taxi back to the hotel, but we need to eat, and I don’t think that you could climb into a car with your corset and those boots getting in the way. So, let’s head out. I can’t wait to see you moving down the street, and the reactions to your new boots.”

Cindy looked him in the eyes, realizing that in the new boots she was actually a little taller than he was. She whispered “Oh Master, I have to pee, please could you help me?”.

Rob, the fiend, pretended he couldn’t hear her.

Humiliated, Cindy said loud enough for the saleswoman to hear. “Oh Master, I have to use the toilette, please could you help me?”.

“Of course, my dear.” He turned to the saleswoman and asked “Is there a toilette my lady can use?”

With a smirk, the saleswoman pointed to a door in the back of the store, and was a little surprised when the two of them walked back and entered. Cindy was beside herself with embarrassment, knowing that the saleswoman was watching them and speculating on their situation.

Once inside the small bathroom Cindy realized that the trouble was only beginning. She had to strip off her dress and Rob had to unlock and peel off her latex panties with the double plugs, just so she could pee. But that was only part of the challenge as because of the corset and the stiff boots Cindy could hardly bend over to squat above the toilette. The small space didn’t help either. Rob had to help a lot and they finally succeeded, after bumping the walls and rattling the door, they both started giggling thinking of what the saleswoman in the store would think. Rob mumbled that with their luck a bunch of customers had probably walked in to shop. That thought sent Cindy into a tizzy, as she pictured the humiliation of it all.

Eventually she was done, and Rob had to wipe her, as she couldn’t reach. More embarrassment for Cindy. It got worse when Rob asked her for some lubricant. She had slipped the small bottle provided by the latex shop in her purse, for just such an eventuality.

He then pulled her latex underwear back up, pushed her plugs back in, and zipped and locked her back up.

Just as she took up her dress, a new thought hit her. She paused and said in in a plaintive whisper, “Oh Master, please massage my breasts. They’re so sore.” It had been a tough thing to ask. She still wasn’t completely comfortable with the ‘master’ concept, and having to beg to get some relief for her aching tits was mortifying, but she did need some respite from the constant pricking of the evil bra’s cups.

Rob responded pleasantly, “Of course my dear, I’d be delighted.” He bent slightly forward and gave each exposed nipple a slow lick and suckle, and then with a hand on each wonderful breast he began a slow massage that felt delightful to his lovely wife.

After a few minutes Rob stopped. “We’ve been in here long enough. We have to get going.” Cindy didn’t want it to stop, but understood. So, she took a deep breath, as deep as she could with the corset and began pulling her dress over and down. Of course, she paid for both the breath and the movements with more pricks to her sore tits.

They opened the door tentatively, and were relieved to see that the saleswoman was the only one in the shop. She ignored them as Rob picked up the big bag and taking a still shaky Cindy by the arm escorted her out the door.

Cindy didn’t really want to tackle the long walk home in her current state, but she understood the problem with taking a taxi, so she just made her mind up to do the best she could under the circumstances.

She concentrated on taking one short, painful step at a time. Not really looking around. She knew that Rob, her husband, lover and master would take care of her. The ‘master’ aspect was new and exciting. She had from time-to-time fantasized about being so under someone’s control that she would call them ‘master’. She had never dreamed that her dear husband could or would put her in that position. It both thrilled and scared her. She knew one thing for certain. These recent adventures had produced the best times of her life. She owed it all to Rob, and his drive to fulfill her long-hidden fantasies and, she supposed, his too. She had never loved sex so much. Never before had so many mind-blowing orgasms and never felt so submissive, controlled, restricted, humiliated or horny!

The clip, clop of her shoes became hypnotic as she now maintained a basic rhythm. Her thoughts continued to turn inward. So many of her old fantasies came to mind. She was beginning to see herself in a new light. As a horny slut, and quite possibly as a would-be sex slave to her master husband. Somehow, she found herself enjoying all of the aspects of her new highly restrictive and uncomfortable wardrobe. She was still confused by the effects of the various embarrassing and humiliating situations on her very being. That they too should turn her on so very much. It was so very disconcerting that she should feel this way. But she didn’t want it to stop.

And then she stumbled. Rob of course caught her, as she knew he would. He was, after all her master.

It broke her revere, and she realized that her feet and legs were killing her. She also noticed for the first time in a while that there were a lot of people around staring at her. And then that tingly feeling of humiliation hit her and her pussy reacted as it had, so very regularly as of late.

“Oh master, please can we find somewhere to sit and rest? My feet are killing me.” The words tumbled out breathlessly, because of the corset, and naturally because of her feelings.

Rob paused their walk and looked lovingly, deeply into her eyes. “Of course, my dear. God, I adore you, and how you’re behaving. Let’s check that place over there. It looks like it has some high-top tables that might accommodate your restrictions.”

His words hit Cindy like an arrow in her heart. He loved her. He loved what she was becoming. He loved her outfit and he was focused on taking care of her. She started to cry, but with a loving smile of her own on her pretty face.

Of course, Cindy drew a lot of attention as she walked slowly and stiffly into the place. She absorbed it as just more sexual stimulation.

They found a nice, quiet corner inside the restaurant, and ordered food and drinks. Cindy was able to edge herself onto a tall stool and take most of her weight off of her sore feet.

The wine helped revive her, as did the small amount of cheese and bread she was able to consume. The corset ensured that her stomach couldn’t hold much.

As they ate, Rob told Cindy how much he loved everything they’d purchased for her over the last week. He also told her how horny it made him and how proud he was of her.

She admitted that she loved it all to, and went further in confessing that everything, the restrictions, the discomfort, the humiliation and all of the other aspects of their activities had nearly driven her crazy with lust. “All I can think about is sex, these days.” She sighed.

After their meal, they continued on their way. The break, along with the food and wine had given Cindy a boost, and her feet and legs seemed to be accepting the new boots, and the restricted walking style they demanded.

Rob was always there to make sure she didn’t fall.

As she walked the constant rhythm of the Clip Clop was attracting even more attention from the people on the street.

Cindy was getting used to the stares, and occasional cat calls. She was still embarrassed by her obviously slutty appearance. She wasn’t sure if she would ever get over it, or if she ever really wanted to.

They got back to the hotel early, and decided to settle into their cozy refuge and order room service, later.

As soon as they closed the door, Cindy took off her dress and cast it aside. She then remembered that nothing else would come off without the keys in Robs possession. It also occurred to her that even with the locks removed, she would probably need help getting the boots off as she couldn’t really bend down. She again wondered if this would always be the case. The thought aroused her, how very dependent she was now on her husband and master.

“Oh master, please help me get undressed. I want sex so very badly.”

Rob laughed, “Not so fast, dear. I do want you out of that outfit, and I also really want sex, but I have other plans that we have to work on. After your clothes come off, it’s off to the shower with you for a complete cleaning inside and out. Then I want your make-up done. After that we’ll work on your wardrobe for tonight.”

“But Rob, I thought we weren’t going back out tonight. I really need to rest my feet and legs.” Cindy whined.

“Don’t worry, we’re not going out. Now come here.” Rob said as he reached for his keys.

They slowly removed Cindy’s boots and Rob massaged her aching feet and legs for a quarter of an hour, before he started on the corset. With the corset removed she could finally breath again, but each deep breath she took hurt her back, ribs and belly as her body had to readjust to the lack of constriction. Next came the bra with its evil spikes. Another massage session from Rob was her reward for all of the suffering they had caused her. Finally, the panties were slid down her legs.

“While you’re in there make sure you clean up all of your latex, before coming out.” Rob admonished as Cindy hobbled into the bath.

She came out an hour later, naked but looking refreshed.

Rob was lounging on the bed. He pointed to the pair plastic mules. “From now on, whenever you’re not in your boots, I’d like you to slip on the mules. We have to keep your feet used to walking in nice tall heels.”

“But Rob, my feet and legs need a break. My legs ache from all of the walking and the height of the heels puts all of my weight on my toes and the balls of my feet – they hurt.” Even to her, she sounded like a whiney little girl.

“No buts,” Rob replied sternly, “You have to admit that the more you wear those tall shoes, the easier it is getting for you. The more practice, the better it will get, and I just love seeing you in all of them. Remember you’re in Paris.”

With that reminder of their deal, Cindy surrendered, “OK, if I have to.” Again, sounding like a petulant child.

Rob then stood up and presented her with the black body suit “Here let’s try this, tonight.” He said with a smile. Cindy sighed and lubed up. When she pulled up the suit, she realized that it only had an anal plug in place. Rob locked it as soon as she was dressed.

Next, Rob handed her the black latex corset. Cindy wasn’t pleased but she acquiesced, stepping into the heavy beast and turning so Rob could lace her up. Per usual, it took about a half hour to get it closed, and Cindy was panting and sore when it was tied off and locked.

Next came a pair of Cindy’s hold-up stockings and the black leather boots with the spike heels. These were laced by Rob and locked.

When he stood up from that task, Cindy thought they were done, and they could get down to some serious love-making. She was more than ready, but Rob turned to grab another item. Only after he handed it to her did Cindy realize that it was the black hood.

She’d never worn anything like it before and was nervous and intimidated by the item and the thought of the restrictions it would provide.

“OK, let’s get this done. We need to test this out, and tonight will give us that chance. First pull your hair into a pony tail, high up on the top of your head. She did as told and he helped her get it started passing out through a hole, about an inch and a half, in the top of the hood.

Then he maneuvered the hood’s nose tubes up her nostrils. They tickled as they slid in, and Cindy realized that they were yet another form of latex restriction for her body to endure. With them in place Rob pushed the hood over the top of Cindy’s head while pulling the rest of her hair out the fitting on the top. For a few seconds there, Cindy felt claustrophobic, like when you’re pulling on a T-shirt and it gets stuck blocking your face. But once the hood was pressed firmly in place, and Rob began pulling it tight and running the zipper down, it fit her better and she could see through the quarter-sized holes.

As the zipper descended, the hood grew tighter and tighter on her face and head, and then on her neck too. For a minute Cindy panicked. Rob continued closing the zipper all the way down to the base of her neck and then snapped the lock in place.

“OK, there, done. How does it feel?”

Cindy took a minute to digest her situation. She could feel the pressure everywhere on her head, face and neck. It was restrictive, especially at the neck where she couldn’t twist or nod much at all. She could breathe well enough, and see, but only what was directly in front of her. Her mouth was only restricted by the latex, and she found that it wasn’t too difficult to open and close it. She’d be able to talk, eat and suck cock. Above all the hood aroused her like all of the other latex clothes did. Aroused her a lot – she was dripping!

She told all of those impressions to Rob. He laughed about the effect on her sex.

With that Rob grabbed her and pushed her back on the bed. He first got on top of her and hugged her, feeling her, massaging her, squeezing her and enjoying the feel of her. After a while he began working his way down her beautiful body. He paused at her enhanced latex breasts.

“I love these. They’re so big and firm.”

Cindy though was not that impressed. “You may like their size; but I can’t feel them through the padding.”

“We may be able to do something about that.”

Rob mumbled it so quietly that Cindy wasn’t sure what he had said. She was too distracted to bother asking him to repeat it.

Rob then slid his body down further and unlocked and unzipped Cindy’s latex covered pussy.

He also reached over to the night stand and grabbed a small remote control device and activated the plug in Cindy’s ass. It began vibrating, and Cindy began twitching and moaning.

Rob then began kissing and licking Cindy’s juicy pussy.

It wasn’t long before she had a massive orgasm. Although she had never been a ‘screamer’ in the past. This time was so intense, that she couldn’t control herself.

After she had calmed down a little Rob knelt up and reached for another accessory for her hood.

“I think we need to protect you from embarrassing yourself”.

Cindy didn’t understand. She had spent so much of the last several days, in public humiliated and embarrassed, by her clothing and predicaments that she could only laugh at Rob’s comment.

She giggled until she felt Rob push something between her lips and into her mouth. She was surprised and realized soon enough that it was a cock gag.

Rob attached it to her hood and looked her in the eye, questioningly.

Cindy gave him a hurt look, but then relaxed and began exploring the thing with her tongue. It was big but not so long that it caused her to gag. When she tested and found that she couldn’t make much of a sound, and certainly nothing understandable, she looked him in the eye and harrumphed at him.

Rob smiled and then reached over, grabbed the remote and bumped its speed up a couple of notches, causing Cindy to moan, and thrash from the feelings. He then went back to work on her pussy.

The vibrations in her ass were having a fantastic effect on her arousal. She had never before gotten so much pleasure from her back door.

Those vibrations coupled with the attention from Rob’s tongue on her pussy, brought her to first one and then another shattering orgasm. They hit her so hard, that with the compression from the corset she almost fainted from her panting and the lack of oxygen.

Only then did Rob reach his high point, so he moved up her body and pushed his big, hard cock into her dripping pussy and began pumping away.

That move sent Cindy back into yet another shuddering, thrashing and moaning orgasm that also pushed Rob over the top.

When he had emptied his load, he collapsed and lay on her for what seemed like an hour before he rolled over, and zipped Cindy’s crotch closed, his sperm still locked inside her. He then reached over and turned down the anal vibrator, but not all the way off.

He laid down next to Cindy, pulled her tightly into him and told her: “That was probably the greatest orgasm I’ve ever had.” She grunted and nodded so that he understood that she felt very much the same.

With that he smiled, looked her in the eyes and said. “Good night my lover and wife. Sleep well. You need to become accustomed to your new outfit. We can talk about it in the morning.”

He then yawned and lay quietly drifting off to a deep sleep.

Cindy though was shocked. He expected her to sleep in the latex? With the vibrator humming away in her sensitive ass. The corset alone would make it very hard to relax. The boots held her feet in a strict downward point and the hood was uncomfortable and the cock gag made it nearly intolerable.

Of course, as had been the case for a week now, all of it made her horny as hell! She was indeed living some of her most erotic fantasies, and it was all driving her crazy with lust.

She continued to contemplate her new-found nymphomania, as that is how it seemed. That she was now addicted to sex and fantasy fulfillment. Nothing else seemed to matter to her.

Eventually though, she drifted off to an exhausted sleep, her body becoming accustomed enough to the compression and restriction of her outfit.

Partway through the night, Rob awoke and realizing that his lovely wife was sleeping quietly next to him, as the perfect embodiment of the fetish sex slave he had fantasized about since he was a teen-ager.

He hoped that he could keep it up. He hoped that Cindy would continue to love it. He had many more adventures planned. If Cindy continued along the path he had set for her, she would become his ultimate fantasy dream girl.

The thought made his cock stiff again, and he almost woke Cindy up for another round, but decided that it could wait. They both needed their sleep.

(Day 11)

It was mid-morning when Cindy slowly woke up. The vibrator in her ass was still going, but she hardly noticed the feelings anymore. What she did notice was that she was thirsty and that the cock shaped gag was still plugging her dry mouth.

Then she realized that Rob was not in bed with her, but then heard him on his cell phone, out on the balcony.

She was instantly afraid that there was some trouble back at home that would drag them away from Paris and all of the wonderful things that they had done here. She calmed a bit when she realized that they didn’t necessarily have to stop just because they went home. That she could continue living out her, and his fantasies even when they were settled back in their house. As she thought about how she would feel if she dressed like she had been, at home among friends and neighbors she got a new and different thrill that once again got her pussy dripping. She could imagine how some of her friends would be scandalized if they saw her in her latex, corset and boots. She giggled to herself when she thought of it as her ‘latex slut look’.

Just then Rob walked back into the room, putting his phone back into his pocket. Cindy grunted at him to get his attention.

“Good morning lover. Are you finally ready to get up?”

Her “Uh Huh” was barely discernable, but he got the message.

The first thing he did was grab the remote and turn off the vibrator in her ass. Cindy moaned.

Neither of them was sure if she was relieved or was missing the sensations that she had enjoyed and grown accustomed to.

Rob then bent over and unlocked the gag and the hood’s zipper. He gently pulled the gag out of her mouth and immediately held up a glass of water from the night-stand. Cindy drank thirstily, not even trying to reach for the glass herself.

He then pulled the hood slowly off of her sweaty head, and massaged her scalp as he planted a deep sensuous kiss on her moist lips. Cindy felt another pulse from her pussy and started to think about her need for another orgasm, but Rob then began man handling her to unlock and unzip her outfit.

Eventually Cindy was standing nude in front of him. He pointed to the mules sitting in the corner. She got the hint and slipped them on, knowing that her poor legs and feet would never get a break.

“Off you go. You know the routine. Wash inside and out. Clean your latex. Do your hair and makeup. No latex this morning. You have an appointment. So, this morning your lovely body will be free from latex restraints.”

“What, why?” Was as far as Cindy got before rob stepped in, “It’s a surprise, now git.” And he swatted her behind hard enough to elicit a small scream from the girl.

Cindy was actually a little disappointed. She had been looking forward to another day of fantasy fulfillment, locked in latex and boots, displaying her assets, acting the slut and being embarrassed and humiliated parading around in public. But Rob was the boss – or master…

When she came out of the bathroom, Rob handed her a sun dress, hold-up stockings and her high white wedge boots.

“Here you go. As I said no restraints”.

And no panties or bra, Cindy thought, ruefully.

She dressed. Checked herself in a large mirror and decided that she wasn’t showing too much either top or bottom.

Rob grabbed her hand and led her out.

They walked a few blocks and grabbed a quick breakfast before heading a few blocks farther down to some sort of day spa or beauty parlor.

“I was lucky to get an appointment for you on short notice.

They walked in and Rob gave the receptionist her name. The lady looked her up and said it would be a few minutes and Michelle would be out to get her. They stepped aside and Rob whispered to her. Last night I noticed some stubble starting to grow out on your lovely pussy. They’ll take care of it for you today and again in a couple of days.

Before Cindy could ask for clarification, Michelle called her name from a nearby doorway.

“Go on”, Rob said, “Just do it.” Punctuating his words with a slap on her but.

Cindy followed Michelle into a treatment room, all white tiles, bright lights and a padded table. There was also a clothes rack and a large machine on wheels standing next to the table.

“Please remove your clothes and lay on your back on the table, the treatment will take several hours this time and again in a couple of days.”

When Cindy hesitated, the girl continued “Please, the laser is fast and efficient. It will not be painful, and in no time, you will be wonderfully free of all of the hair below your neck. You’ll never have to shave or use chemicals on your skin again. And, I’m sure you’ll find the hairless feeling to be wonnderful.”

Oh my gosh! Cindy thought. I’ll be truly naked, forever! The thought turned her on like so many times over the past week. One more step toward being a Rob’s sex toy.

Now very aroused, Cindy took off her dress. She got nervous when she bent over to take off her boots, but realized that Rob hadn’t locked them this morning as he normally did, when she dressed.

When she had everything off, she self-consciously laid down on the table. She thought it funny that she still had some sense of embarrassment over being nude in front of a stranger. She didn’t expect that feeling to continue…

The technician, laid a wonderfully cool cloth over her eyes to protect them from the laser, powered up the machine and started to scan over her body with a wand attached to the laser machine. It was a strange feeling, hot and tingly but not terribly painful.

The process continued for several hours until every inch of her body had been worked over. Her skin tingled and was red like it had a mild sun-burn, but that was it.

Michelle said ‘finnis’ and then handed Cindy a bottle of lotion. “Please rub this onto your body, everywhere. Take the bottle with you and repeat the process again in the morning. You have another appointment in a couple of days, where we will repeat the process. After that you will probably need one more procedure to catch any odd hair follicles that might have been missed.”

Cindy followed instructions. The lotion felt good and alleviated the discomfort left behind by the laser. She took her time, and then dressed. Her dress felt different; it tickled a little as it moved on her now hairless body. It was as if her body was extra sensitive to contact, even the swish of air over her skin.

She walked out of the treatment room, with the half-bottle of lotion and found Rob sitting in the waiting area. He smiled brightly, grabbed her free hand and they walked out of the parlor.

“How does it feel? I can’t wait to see and touch you.”

“It feels kind of strange. Kind of ticklish. It feels sexy too, you devil. It’s permanent! I’ll never have any hair, anywhere.”

Rob actually giggled. “Yes, I know, a bald pussy forever, great huh?”

They were hungry so they stopped at another café for some lunch. The weather was nice, so they sat at an umbrella-covered table in the area out front, bordering the sidewalk. Cindy enjoyed her freedom, and the admiring looks she got from passers-by. Totally different than the ones she got when in latex slut mode. She realized she enjoyed those lascivious looks more. She was even feeling the absence of her latex clothes and their associated restrictions. She was surprised that she actually missed that wardrobe and the stimulation they delivered. It occurred to her yet again that she really was becoming a fetish slut. She loved it!

After a leisurely and relaxing lunch, they walked slowly back to the hotel.

As soon as they shut the door to their room, they were in each other’s arms. They spent the next couple of hours making slow, gentle sex. Very normal. Very passionate. Rob was especially enamored with Cindy’s newly hairless body. Her skin felt so very silky. Cindy was also enjoying the feeling of complete hairlessness; her skin was much more sensitive to Rob’s touch. Eventually they fell asleep.

Waking an hour later, Rob was the first to stir.

He nudged Cindy saying, “that was great, but now it’s time to get you back into your sexy new wardrobe. Go get clean and do your hair and makeup, and you can go heavier on that make-up for tonight. Let’s go out for the evening and hit a bar or two.”

Cindy was actually enthusiastic about the idea. She was ready for some kinky fun.

She paraded toward the bath, feeling both naked and nude, with neither clothes nor hair on her shapely body

When she came out, she looked fantastic. Sultry and sexy.

Rob handed her the white catsuit. She hadn’t worn it before. She saw that it didn’t have a crotch zipper. She realized that she’d have to be careful what she drank. She lubed herself well and slipped into the all-covering catsuit. Both plugs were in place. Rob locked her in and passed her the matching socks, which she slid on her feet and up her calves. The tall white hoof boots were next. Cindy sighed, knowing how much trouble they would be, as Rob laced them up and locked them in place.

Cindy had noticed when pulling on the catsuit that the rear plug seemed larger around and longer than those she’d worn before. It hurt a bit going in, and she felt fuller back there, it was stretching her poor ass hole wider than it had ever been before.

She wondered what Rob had in mind. She didn’t like the thought of anal sex. After all she had a fully functioning pussy, and enjoyed his cock immensely, when it was inserted there. The only thing that seemed attractive about the thought was the submission that it would require of her. That was a turn-on. That she would allow her man to fuck her in the ass.

In any case, it wasn’t too painful, so she just went with it.

Next came the latex under-bust corset. Slowly laced tight and locked. They were both getting better at the corset lacing ritual, but it still took a lot of time and effort.

She had to search among the new things in the closet for a dress that would fit the enlarged breasts of the cat suit and do for an evening out over the white underneath. She found one that would qualify as a simple ‘little black dress’, but in a deep red that looked fantastic on her.

Rob was very impressed, and the immediate bulge in his pants was proof. “You look fantastic. That dress looks great and your big boobs and tiny waste will drive me crazy all night long.”

“And you won’t be able to get at me, as this cat suit has no opening, hah.” Cindy said with a laugh. She also noted Rob’s comment about how much he liked her with bigger breasts. She’d always been satisfied with her small C cups, but couldn’t deny that she’d wished at times that they were larger. Hmmm, food for thought…

Rob grabbed her around her stiff waist and they headed out into the evening crowds. Immediately, the clip, clop of her boots drew attention, followed by the typical lustful stares.

Several times men, in passing would pat her ass or even grab a handful of breast. Rob payed it no mind, but she found it difficult to ignore. She was still a bit embarrassed by her smutty outfit and the physical attention was humiliating. As it continued along the way, though, she realized that it was also turning her on. Her pussy was dripping, and her breathing, shallow because of the stiff corset, was becoming even more of a pant, as the excitement had its effect on her body.

She was getting used to the clip clop of her boots. The implications of the sound were also having a positive effect on her state of arousal.

They wandered into a nice bar, where a live band was just getting set up. And settled in at a table in the middle of the dining area. Cindy was fully on display, and she could see men and women turning their heads and commenting to each other on her outfit. It made her blush and embarrassed her. The men were all obviously turned on. It was the women who bothered Cindy the most. The envious ones were no problem. The lustful ones were interesting, as dreams of love with another woman were on her list. It was the scandalized bitches that bothered Cindy. Their attitude reminded her that she was acting the slut, and enjoying it, a lot. Apparently, there was still a small part of her fiber that was scandalized by that point.

That thought led her to finish off her first glass of wine, way too fast. So, she started in on another without much concern for her earlier resolution to maintain control of her fluid intake.

It was then that Rob began playing with the remote, activating Cindy’s vibrators. First the one in the back on a medium setting then the front one on a low setting. At first Cindy squirmed, and moaned, but then as she got used to the pleasurable feelings she relaxed and enjoyed the experience.

Rob let her settle in, then upped the speeds, until Cindy gave him a pleading look and reached down between her legs. Her movement was mostly hidden by the table cloth, but sitting as they were out in the open, and with so many eyes, a lot of people noticed. She kept her head bowed, but still heard some of the sniggers from the audience. As she started to rock backwards and forwards, approaching an orgasm she couldn’t control. Rob turned off the vibrator in her pussy and cut the anal one to medium.

Cindy was upset and frustrated, but relieved. She straightened up and brought up her hand to grab her wine and finish off the glass. Rob left her alone after that deciding that he didn’t want a scene to spoil their dinner. She was left horny and unfulfilled.

They settled in and enjoyed a nice dinner, Cindy eating only as much as her compressed stomach could take – a very small portion.

Then they relaxed to appreciate the music and people watch. Rob move his chair around so they could cuddle and face the stage together.

That’s when Rob struck again. The anal vibrator, which had been humming away on medium, shifted to high, and the one in Cindy’s pussy followed suit a few minutes later. Cindy literally squeaked, drawing attention from a few of the nearby diners. Once again, she leaned forward, stared down at the table and reached for her crotch. This time Rob didn’t grant her any mercy. This time, Cindy hit the top and orgasmed right there in the restraint, in front of everyone. And a number of people noticed. Cindy was mortified. The humiliation of losing control right there in front of everyone.

Rob, in the meantime had reduced the vibrator in her spasming cunt to low and the one in her anus back to medium.

They continued to distract Cindy at those settings for the rest of the evening. Cindy slowly recovered, although the vibrators kept her pleasantly aroused.

Eventually the band struck up one of their favorite songs, and although Rob wasn’t big on dancing, he was in the mood so he stood and took Cindy out onto the dance floor. She clip, clopped into the center of the open space and, with her restricted legs and waist, and with her somewhat ungainly boot soles, she moved fairly well, staying in close contact with her husband and ignoring the leers of the rest of the crowd.

When the song ended, they stood for a few minutes to see what the band would do next, and for Cindy to catch her breath. It was then that a very pretty and sexy woman approached them. She was gorgeous, perhaps ten years older than they were and dressed in a tight leather skirt with a silver blouse open in front to her navel and in back to the top of the skirt. There was obviously nothing underneath as her large and firm breasts were clearly on display.

“Bonjour, mes amis” she said, watching you and admiring your outfit, I just had to come and talk to you.” Looking at Cindy she said “you look fantastic. Wherever did you get the latex?” and turning to Rob “and you, monsieur, are a lucky man. Keep tight control of this sexy lady, or I will surely steal her away from you.”

Both Cindy and Rob were surprised and a bit dumbfounded by this brazen and beautiful woman. It took a moment for them to snap out of it. But then they both smiled at the compliments and struck up a conversation, they told her where they got the outfit, and the lady replied, ‘Oh, I know it well’.

When the band started into their next song, the woman having introduced herself as Madam DeGare invited them over to her table. They tried to back off, but she wouldn’t hear of it.

At her table sat another beautiful woman, although she was much younger than her friend, probably only 20. The mademoiselle, introduced simply as Vickie, was also dressed very well and very sexy. After the initial greetings she didn’t say much of anything. She just sat quietly and demurely and appeared to hang on every word that came out of the Madam’s mouth.

For the next hour they, the three of them, chatted about life, fashion, and various sexual topics. They were surprised at how easily the woman drew them out. Soon they were telling her things that they would never have imagined sharing with anyone. Madam DeGare was very open about sex and seemed very knowledgeable and experienced with many of the fetishes that Rob and Cindy had been playing at for the past week. Throughout, the woman was focused mainly on Cindy, and often reached over to touch her, pat her or rub her. Although from her talk, Madam enjoyed the company of men, she was obviously also attracted to women. Especially those dressed like Cindy.

During the conversation, Cindy had finished her third, or was it fourth, glass of wine, and along with the water she had drunk during her meal, her bladder was full to bursting. The vibrators weren’t helping her much either. She could find no way to tell Rob, and she knew that she’d never make it back to the hotel without relieving herself. She began to squirm in her seat, more and more, until during a break in the conversation, Rob finally leant over and whispered “What’s wrong with you, you’re squirming around like a school girl who has to pee.” Of course, as soon as he said it, and he saw Cindy blush deep red, he knew that was exactly the case.

Rob, ever the gentleman, promptly told the ladies that they would unfortunately have to leave, they were both ready to head back to their room to enjoy the rest of the evening, together in bed. Madam DeGare said she understood, but told them that she would love to see them again. She had mentioned that there was a wonderful, private club not too far away that catered to those with fetishes similar to theirs. She described having spent many a wonderful evening there, and invited them to join her there sometime the following week. She asked which hotel they were staying at and what their last name was, so she could send over an invitation.

As she wouldn’t let go of Cindy’s arm until she was satisfied, they provided her with the information, said their goodbyes, kiss, kiss and left the restaurant.

They’d only gotten a block away when Cindy suddenly stopped, and backed up against a wall. She moaned and suddenly let go, peeing herself inside her sealed cat suit. As the warmth spread around her crotch and down her legs, so did her embarrassment. Oh my God! She thought. How can I ever explain this? What’s next, diapers? It wasn’t until she realized that the latex would hold it all in that she stopped worrying about making a total scene and leaving puddles wherever she walked.

Rob knew what had happened, and consoled her. “OK, done? Let’s just head back to the hotel and get you cleaned up.”

So, they started off again. Cindy was uncomfortable with the warm liquid seeping around her legs. And the Clip Clop of her shoes was now annoying rather than arousing.

They made it to their room without any more mishaps.

As soon as the door to their room was opened, Cindy rushed into the bathroom. Rob followed and began the long process of unlocking, unlacing and undressing her. When they were down to just the opened catsuit, Reb stepped outside, reminding Cindy to be sure to clean herself inside, too before coming out. He also stepped out and returned with the mules and set them down just inside the bathroom door.

It took her about an hour to clean herself as well as the cat suit. She was used to giving herself the required enemas by now. Including them as part of her normal cleaning ritual. They did feel a little enjoyable these days, and they allowed her to go all day without taking a shit. Wearing the cat suits that would be very difficult, so that was a plus. Thank god her accident hadn’t included that!

As she came out, wearing the mules as required, she was feeling refreshed and relieved, she was a bit put off when Rob handed her the black body suit.

“Really?” she said.

“Absolutely. You have to get used to wearing these, and your corset and your high heels at all times. Your body will get accustomed to the restriction and it will make it all easier for you. And besides the love making while you’re dressed like this is soooo much better. You have to admit, both of us have been having the best, most mind-blowing orgasms we’ve ever had.”

Sighing, “You’re right about that.” And then she broke out into a sly smile. “I think tonight will be another mind-blowing night.”

She grabbed the lube and started the familiar process. Again, she noticed that the rear plug Rob had mounted was larger than the ones she’d worn in the past. There was no plug for her vagina, so Rod would be able to screw her, royally. She looked forward to that.

She was soon locked into the body suit, she noticed it was one with the bigger breasts, laced into the under bust leather corset and into the pony boots. Rob then handed her the royal blue hood.

Cindy hesitated. Last night had been fun with the hood, although she didn’t appreciate spending the night with the penis gag locked in her mouth, but she didn’t really want another night of it. The blue one didn’t have an open mouth, it looked like it would be more unpleasant.

Rob said, “Come on, we need to try this one out. Remember last night it was my mouth that did so much of the work on you. Now it’s you turn to return the favor. And we both know how good you are at oral sex, and how much you enjoy it.”

She knew he was right, and after the fantastic orgasms she had enjoyed from his tongue last night, she did owe him one. So, she gathered up her hair into a pony tail and bent forward so he could put the hood on her. He pushed the nose tubes in while he pushed the collar into her wide-open mouth and then fed her hair through the hole in the top before pulling it down over the rest of her head. He spent some time working with her to get the mouth piece seated properly before turning to her back and zipping her closed. Then he clicked the lock.

Cindy felt the familiar compression on her head, as well as the warmth. As before her vision and hearing were reduced. The mouth piece was very different. It was like a big hard plastic napkin ring had been pushed into her mouth. Her teeth fit into a groove around the center while her tongue sat inside the ring. It was perfectly sized to accept Rod’s cock. At least unlike last night she knew that she could pour water in so she wouldn’t get thirsty.

Unable to close her mouth or lips she started drooling, though. That would be annoying.

She joined Rob in bed and immediately felt the plug in her butt begin to vibrate. It felt nice; that was something else she had become accustomed to, and found herself enjoying more and more. She again wondered, for a moment where this was leading, but decided to let that thought go. Perhaps it would be OK. She’d been through so much already that had all turned out to be so very good. Maybe a good ass fucking would be OK, although she still wasn’t sure about that…

Unable to kiss him, Cindy did the only thing she could do in that hood, she slid down his body and plugged his cock into her mouth. That thought stuck with her as she licked and sucked on his cock. With this hood she wasn’t much more than a cock plug, and in a warped way, that drove her crazy with lust. She was becoming such a slut, a latex slut. A latex cock-sucking slut.

After Rob had come in her mouth socket, he rolled off and grabbed a mouth plug off of the night stand. Before Cindy could protest, he locked it into the mouth hole. She’d spend the night with the taste of his come in her mouth.

After that, Rod moved down and unzipped Cindy’s crotch and returned the favor. Using his tongue to bring her off several times, until he was afraid, she would pass out.

After a few minutes rest for both of them, he crawled up to the head of the bed and reached over to the night stand and used the remote to up the speed of Cindy’s anal vibrator. That caught her attention and she moaned. Rob then pulled her up on top of his chest, they laid quietly and closely like that for a few more minutes until Cindy maneuvered her pussy onto his rising cock and began a slow fucking. Rob could feel the vibrator through the walls of her pussy. Damn! That felt fine. They kept at it for what seemed a long time until they both started speeding up the action and they both came almost in perfect concert. It was another mind-blower for the two of them.

Afterward, Cindy rolled off and collapsed next to her man. He found the energy to grab the remote and a dildo for her pussy. He inserted the dildo, zipped up, locked the crotch and then adjusted the two vibrators, setting the front one to low and the back one to medium.

Before drifting off to sleep Cindy thought ‘that bastard. The thing in my pussy is larger than the previous ones, and he’s going to make me sleep with both of them running all night.’

She was worried that sleep wouldn’t be possible, but she was exhausted, so it came quickly. She dreamed of peeing in her latex. In her sleep it didn’t seem so nasty. In fact, in her dreams, it seemed sexy.


End Part 3

Continues in part four


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