Gromet's PlazaLatex Stories

Who's that Mysterious Lady in Black?

by Darkraptor1

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© Copyright 2007 - Darkraptor1 - Used by permission

Storycodes: F/f; latex; bond; F/m; cons/reluct; X

"Who's that lady?"  I asked.

"Oh, that thing?"  My new employer said.  "It's Wendy.  She's just a piece of decoration."

For a decoration, she was beautiful.  So amazingly beautiful.  "She's not...kidnapped or anything, right?"  I asked.

"Oh no, she's here voluntarily.  She's the kind that...well...let's just say that she loves getting attention.  What better way then by dressing up like that?"

If the woman in that suit wanted attention, she sure as hell was going to get it. 


"Could I her for a while?" 

"Now, now,  we have work to do Zan, vital work that needs to be done.  When it's finished you can look at her all you want."

Almost grudgingly, I followed my boss out of her living room into the business room.  Wendy stayed behind, securely chained to the wall.


I couldn't get my mind off the latexed and chained lady.  Her beautiful form, locked away and chained, was like a cancer in my mind.  Though my boss continued her presentations and her speeches, and I nodded and followed along, my mind was really focused on Wendy.

Just what was she doing in that suit?  How long had she been there?  Was she there against her will?  So many questions, oh so many questions running through my mind.  I had to find out the answers.


I snapped to attention.  "Yes Mrs. Paz?"

"You are paying attention, aren't you?"

"Oh yes."

She gave me a sly grin.  "I don't know.  By the look on your face, you are clearly interested in Wendy, aren't you?"

I blushed. 

"Well, I suppose I can just print this all out for you to go over later.  Okay, you can go and look at her."

I nodded and left the room, heading back to the living room.  Wendy was still there, still chained to the wall and clothed in her black body suit.

Kneeling next to her, I surveyed her bonds.  The armbinder that her arms were in was fine grade leather.  The steel collar, waist belt and cuffs applied to her body were shiny and obviously of high grade.  The chains that ran through her cuffs were also of high quality, though they appeared to be used.

Her face was completely emotionless, sealed away behind a black, buckled up hood.  A steel collar went around her neck.  She was an incredible sight, a work of beauty and wonder beyond comprehension.

"Uh...hi there."  I said.

Her form wiggled slightly.

"My name's Zan.  I hear your name is Wendy, correct?"

Her head turned slightly towards me, as much as her collar would allow.  She paused, then moved her head ever so slowly up and down. 

"Ah, okay.  So Wendy..."  I glanced around.  Mrs. Paz was nowhere to be seen.  "You're not being held against your will are you?"

The emotionless face shook, signaling "No".

"Good.  So...what's it like being bound up like this?"

No answer.  Her bound form was still.

" about I answer only in "Yes" or "No" questions, okay?"

Her head slowly moved up and down.

"Is it comfortable?"

A nod.


A nod.

"You feel safe?"


"Do you want to get out?"

A shake of the head. 

"No?  Have you been in there a long time?"


"A day?"


" hour?"


"Two days?"




"Don't tell me you've been bound like this longer then three days!?"  I said.


"You've got to be kidding!"  I said.  "Next thing, you're going to indicate that you've been in there a week!"


"That's impossible!  You haven't gotten out of those cuffs and chains for a week?!"


"And you're not upset about that?"


"And she's managed to take care of you all that time?"



Wendy didn't move.  "Oh wait, that's not a yes or no question."  I said.  "So, she's managed to feed you?"


"Keep you clean?"


"Take you to the bathroom?"


I waited, slowly peeking around at Wendy's behind.  Unable to get a glimpse, I looked at her.  "Wendy, do you mind if I move you a little bit?"


"Okay."  I put my hands around her form and gently shifted her.  Her arms and legs wiggled a bit, but were kept in check by the restraints and the chains. 

I managed to shift her enough so that I  I gasped.  Wendy had a very firm, very big butt.  I eyed it enviously.  It looked so good wrapped up in that latex outfit.  A chain was running from her steel waist belt between her butt.  I shifted it carefully, searching for something.  Wendy shifted slightly under my touch.

"Sorry Wendy, just looking for a zipper."  But much to my surprise, I didn't find one. 

Moving the woman back into position, I looked at her.  " does she take you to the bathroom?

Wendy's head was still.  Apparently, she wasn't going to talk.

"Trade secret huh?"


"Zan?"  I turned and saw Mrs. Paz coming into the room.  "Ah, there you are.  So, what do you think of my guest Wendy?"

"Well, she's quite a trooper if she's stayed in that suit for a week." 

"Yes, long term encasement and restraint are her specialty."  Mrs. Paz said.  "Not everyone can do it you know.  Only those with a sharp, disciplined mind can endure being sealed in latex, cuffed, placed in an armbinder, and chained to the wall.  Wendy here is the first one to do it."

"How long is she going to stay here?"

"Another two days, then she's going to get out and head back home overseas."


"Oh yes, she's here on a date.  We met on a chatroom for a while, then we decided to meet.  It was her idea to get tied up like this you know." 

"Do you have her address?"

"No, why?"

"Because...well, she seems like a very nice lady..."  Mrs. Paz smiled. 

"Ah Zan, do I detect a little hint of...attraction?"

"Well, yes."

"Is it for the woman, or is it for the bondage gear?"

That made me blush.  "Well, to be honest, both."

"Ah.  Well, I'm sure you and her can discuss it tomorrow."


"Yes.  We are still on for tomorrow, correct?  That data analysis about our shipments overseas?"

"Oh...oh yes, I can still make it.  Will I get to talk to her then?"

Mrs. Paz smiled.  "Of course Zan.  In fact, we'll be finished much more quickly then we did today, so you'll get more time to talk."  She glanced at her watch.  "Well, it's getting late."

"Oh yes it is.  Well, thank you for your hospitality Mrs. Paz.  I'll see you tomorrow."  I walked to her front door and went outside.

"Goodbye Paz.  Sleep well!"

With that, my boss closed the door, and I was off to the house.


Needless to say, my thoughts were dominated by Wendy that evening.  As I cooked, ate, and cleaned the dishes from dinner, her latex clad form was still crystal clear in my mind. 

What was it like in there?  I wondered.  What was it like, sealed away inside a latex suit, completely blind and helpless, dependant upon another for your own care?

Or, better yet, what had it been like?  What had it been like, slipping into the suit, knowing that you will soon be sealed inside it?  What had it been like as her arms were pulled behind her and into the armbinder?  What had it been like as the cuffs were locked and applied, the chains slipped through them?

And what had it been like, having the hood come down on her face, taking away her sight as it was buckled down tightly?  Had she been excited?  Nervous?  Frightened?  Submissive?

Or...full of anticipation at her captivity?

What had it been like?  What was it like?  As I went to bed and turned off the light, one little thought came to me.

"I have to find out..."


Noon couldn't come fast enough the following day.  I drove up to Mrs. Paz's house half an hour before I was supposed to.  Mrs. Paz was quite surprised when I rang the doorbell.

"Zan!  You're here rather early!"

"Well, it's just that..."

"You'd like to talk to Wendy more, correct?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"Well then, let's get the review session out of the way, and then you'll be able to do just that."

As we walked into the conference room, I glanced over and was happy to see that Wendy was still where she was the day before.  Still cuffed, still suited up, and still chained to the wall.

To her credit, Mrs. Paz did go through the presentation and the information very quickly, no doubt sensing how eager I was to go back to Wendy and continue our conversation. 

"And that should do it."  She said as she turned off the projector.  "Well, that should do it, so you are free to go and talk to Wendy."  I was up and out the door even before she was finished.

I went back into the living room and knelt next to the shackled woman.  "Hello Wendy."  I said.  "Are you feeling good today?"

The figure jerked, as if I had woken her from sleep.  Then her covered head moved towards me and nodded slowly.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?"


"Were you just resting or something?"


"Okay.  You know, I don't want to disturb you or anything if you want to sleep or get some rest."


"So you're not tired?"


"Okay then.  Well Wendy, I want to ask...what was it like getting suited up for this?  Was it frightening?"


"Oh.  Were you afraid?"


"Wait...was it frightening in that you had never tried something like this before?"


"Ah, now we're getting somewhere!  Did it feel good being cuffed and tied up?


"Does it still feel good?"


"If I were a bondage fan, would you recommend a session like this?"

Wendy paused, then shook her head.

"Let me re-phrase that.  If I liked long term bondage, wasn't afraid to be tied up very strongly, would you recommend this?"


'Ah.  So...are you...uhm...gosh, how do I say this...are you single?"

Her head looked at me in a curious way, then nodded.  I got a rush of excitement, but managed to keep it out of my voice.

"You looking for someone?"


"Really?  Well, I happen to be looking for someone too."

Wendy's head suddenly began to move in what appeared to be a random manner.

"What?  What is it?  Is something wrong?"


" you want to ask a question?"


"Oh...okay.  What is it?"

Her head moved downwards, as if she was looking at something.  "What?  What is it?"

She kept looking downwards, and I looked at her.  It was then that I noticed her breasts (which were pretty good sized if I may say so myself) were moving in and out.

"Oh I get it!  You want to know if I'm a woman, right?"


"Well, I'm afraid not.  I'm a guy." 

She paused, and it was clear that she was startled.  "Sorry if I misled you, but I'm a guy.  You're not...offended by that are you?  I mean, Zan's not a common name, especially one that can be used by both guys and gals."


I breathed a sigh of relief.  "Well, that's good.  So...when you get out of that suit of yours, you interested in going out?"



She gave an enthusiastic nod.

"Wow!  That's the fastest a woman's ever accepted me."  I said.  "Maybe if you're extra nice..."  I leaned in close to the side of her head.  "...You can tie me up."

Her form wiggled and she nodded her head quickly.

For the next few hours, I kept asking her questions and she kept answering me with a simple nod or a shake of her head.  I managed to learn a lot about her from such a simple form of communication.

For one thing, she was from the states, here in Europe to pay a visit to Mrs. Zig.  As Mrs. Zig had said, it was to meet her after chatting for so long on.  She was single, no family, and her passion for bondage (especially latex) was the single greatest motivator in her life.

When I talked, she was always still, always tilting her head in my direction, listening to me as I told her my life story.

"And then when I was twenty I left the house and set out on my own.  And now, several years later, here I am, working for Mrs. Zig.  Quite a story isn't it?"


She was such a good listener.  Never interrupted, always silent, always patiently hearing me out.  Of course, she had no other choice, but then again, what could she do?  Fortunately for me, she seemed interested in what I had to say.

Sadly though, it was soon time for me to go home and leave Wendy.  "Well Zan, did you have a good talk with Wendy?"  Mrs. Paz said as she walked into the room.

"Oh yes, we did."  I said, standing up.  "She's quite a talker."

"You should listen to her when she's not gagged."  We both had a big laugh at that one. 

"Listen, Mrs. Paz...I was wondering...well, Wendy and I seem to be developing something here, and I want it to keep going.  So if it's okay with you, I'd like know, come back tomorrow to pay her a visit.  Is that okay with you?"

"Of course it's fine with me."  Mrs. Paz said.  "Let's just ask Wendy what she thinks.  Wendy, are you okay for Zan to come over tomorrow to visit?"

Quick nod.

"Well then, it's settled.  How about you come and visit...oh...about noon?  You and I can have lunch in the pool out back, and Wendy can enjoy some time in the sun."

"Sounds like a plan to me."


Sure enough, the next day rolled around and I was walking back up Mrs. Paz's driveway to the front door.  But she was already there and waiting for me.

"Ah, Zan, come in!"  Mrs. Paz said.  "I've moved Wendy to the back and she's waiting for you."  We both walked into the backyard, where burgers were on the table, and Wendy was lying on the lawn, still in her restraints, only now she was chained to a post. 

"Hello Wendy."  I said as I walked over.  "You feeling good today?"


"That's good!"  I leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek.  Well, it was the latex that covered her cheek, but it was still a kiss nonetheless.

Wendy seemed surprised by that, because she suddenly went still.  It was only for a moment though, and then she resumed her normal breathing.

"Well, now that we're all here, let's enjoy our lunch."  Mrs. Paz said.  Taking the plates with the burgers, she sat down on the lawn next to Wendy on one side, and I sat down on the other side as well.

Wendy of course, couldn't eat lunch (She had eaten just before I got here I was told), so she had to be content as a point of conversation between us.  Mrs. Paz and I chatted about various topics ranging from the business to personal life to everything in between.

It took a few minutes, but eventually I made my move.  Yawning loudly, I stretched my arms and put my left one down on Wendy's shoulders.  She didn't move, but I think she had been expecting it. 

Mrs. Paz noticed, but continued talking and chatting about various things.  As time went on, I gave Wendy an occasional affectionate squeeze.  Judging from her breathing, which slowed considerably, she was enjoying it.

Soon enough, lunch was finished and we were done eating.  The immediate question on my mind was pondering how to ask Mrs. Paz how I could spend more time with Wendy.  Fortunately though, my employer had come to know me well enough that she was one step ahead of me.

"Well now, I'm guessing you want to spend more time with Wendy, correct?"

I blushed.  "Yes."

"Ah, I figured on that.  Well, I actually have another proposition for you Zan."


"I have a spare bedroom upstairs, and if you want, you and Wendy can spend the night together up there.  What do you think?"  She grinned.  "You can skip work for tomorrow."

I didn't need to be told twice.  "Well, sure?  Why not?" 

"We'd better ask Wendy what she thinks.  Wendy, is it okay with you if Zan stays with us overnight?"

Wendy nodded. 

With Mrs. Paz unlocking the chain that kept Wendy chained to the ground, I reached down and started to pick her up.

"Hold on a second Zan."  Jogging into the side yard, she came back with a small hand trolley.  "It'll be easier and safer to bring her upstairs."

I looked at her.  "You sure?  How are we going to get her up the stairs?"

"Oh don't worry.  I have a dumbwaiter."  Grunting, Mrs. Paz shifted Wendy onto the trolley.  "Great way to move things through the house quickly."


Walking inside the house, both of us went into the kitchen, where there was indeed a dumbwaiter, though it was much larger then normal.  Moving the trolley next to it, both of us leaned down and shifted Wendy into it.  When she was safely inside, Mrs. Paz hit a button, and the dumbwaiter went up and vanished from sight.

"There we go."  Mrs. Paz said.  "Now when you get to the guestroom, you'll find her waiting for you."

"Thanks Mrs. Paz.  I really don't know how to thank you for all this.  I mean, letting me stay here, letting me be with Wendy all the time."

"Oh really Zan, it's nothing.  Just a little common courtesy, that's all.  And besides, being single and all, it is rather nice to have some company around here.  You and Wendy would make a great permanent couple."

"Aw geez."  My cheeks turned a dull red.  "Well, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go see how she's doing."  Mrs. Paz nodded, and I was out and gone.

Heading up the stairs, I went into the guest bedroom.  Sure enough, the dumbwaiter was wide open, and Wendy's latexed form lay inside the dumbwaiter, still and patiently waiting for someone to come along.

"Well, let me get you out of there."  I said as I reached inside and took hold of her form, gently pulling her out.  This was the first time I had actually picked her up...and I was greeted with a surprise.

"Wow, you're really light!"  I said as I shifted my grip on her form.  "Did you been working out before you got zipped up in there?"

Wendy's head didn't move. 

"A little shy aren't we?"  I joked.  "I don't have anything against your weight or anything like that mind you."

Wendy was still as I carried her over to the bed and lay her down on the sheets.  She was still silent and still.  Looking closely, I saw that her breathing was quite slow.  She must have fallen asleep while in the dumbwaiter.

Oh well.  We could still have some fun.  Or at least, I could.  Closing the door to the room, I lay down on the bed next to Wendy.  "Well..."  I said, gently tapping her side.  "Here we are.  All alone...all by ourselves, with nothing to disturb exciting, isn't it?"

There was no response from the lady in the suit, save for her slow breathing. 

I wanted her.  I wanted to take her suit, open it, and just suck away as long and hard as I could.  Oh how I wanted her, to take her latex body next to mine and make her come while she was helpless and locked up.

The thought was utterly intoxicating.  For one brief moment, I did seriously consider ripping open her suit...but no, that would not be right.  This early in the relationship, doing such an act would mean destroying the trust that had been building between us.

It was a choice between a few minutes pleasure... or more later on down the road.  Almost grudgingly, I chose to wait. 

But that didn't mean I couldn't have a little fun.  Maybe a hug or two would help take some of the pressure off.  I moved forward and began to slip my arms around Wendy's chest.  I...


I jumped slightly as there was a knock at the door.  "Yes?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but could I please talk to you downstairs for a moment?"

"Can it possibly wait?"

"I can assure you that it will be worth your time Zan.  You'll probably enjoy it very much."  I wanted to stay with Wendy, but my curiosity drew me towards Mrs. Paz's words.

Slowly disengaging myself from Wendy's body, I left the room (making sure she wasn't going to fall off the bed) and headed downstairs, where Mrs. Paz was sitting at the dinner table.

"What did you want to talk about?"  I asked.  "I was just about to get into a hugging marathon."

"Well, how would you like it if you got into a long term hugging marathon?  One lasting...oh, I don't know...several months?"

The look on my face easily told her my interest.  "Go on."

"Well, Wendy is going to get out tomorrow morning and head back to the states.  Now, I can tell that the two of you have hit a nerve with each other and established quite a relationship, correct?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Well, Wendy and I had a little chat last night after you left, and she had quite a lot to say about you."

"She did?"

"Oh yes.  No words of course, only the nod and shake method you've been using, but she had quite a bit to say."

My interest was hooked.  "Care to...oh, I don't know... share any of it?  I won't tell her, promise."

"Well...she did say she likes how you speak.  Your voice, your tone, it's soothing to her.  She likes how in the darkness of her helmet, she can hear you speaking to her.  And she also said that she'd be delighted to take you up on your offer to tie you up."

"Really?  Do keep going."

"Here's the thing.  She's heading back to the states, and she wants you to go with her."


"Yes, that's right.  She wants you to come along with her so the two of you can spend some quality time together.  Which, as you can guess, involves lots of time tying each other up.  You get where this is going?"

I nodded, the smile on my face growing larger by the minute."But when did she say that?"

"Last night after you left. But anyway, it starts out like this:  You get discreetly bound and tied up, then you travel like that all the way to the states, being let out only when you reach her house.  After that... well, that's up to the two of you.  Because I'm your boss, I'm more then willing to give you... oh, how does one month vacation sound to you?"

"It sounds great!"

Mrs. Paz looked delighted.  "Very well.  So, are you up for all this?"

"Of course!  The opportunity to do something like this?!  When life hands you lemons..."

"...You make lemonade."


It was very quickly settled and decided.  I would take a month off from working at Mrs. Paz's banking firm to travel (bound) to the states with Wendy and date with her.

The next few hours went by so fast I could barely keep up.  There was the searching for my gear, and the pleasure of choosing what to wear.  Nothing too big mind you, since I was going to be going on a cruise ship (long term public bondage is such a turn on!).

Eventually, we decided on a chastity belt, a few chains, and some cuffs (all hidden under a huge coat that I would be wearing the entire trip).  Needless to say, there was a lot of excitement on my part.  It was a dream come true!  Be bound, get a month off from work, get to date a gorgeous woman, and even better, my boss was perfectly fine with it!

We also decided that we were going to give Wendy a little surprise. After thinking about it for a little while, I proposed the idea that when Wendy woke up tomorrow morning, she would find me bound and gagged, just waiting for her. When I remarked how it would make for quite an introduction, Mrs. Paz seemed very pleased.

"Yes, I think that would make a great introduction." She said. "So…what time do you want me to come up and wake you up?"

"How about…oh…five AM?"

"That works for me. I'll be sure to have all the supplies with me."

Happy as a jaybird, I began heading back upstairs to do a little hugging session with Wendy, but Mrs. Paz stopped me. "Zan, I just wanted to let you know that if you want, you and Wendy are always welcome here if you wish it."

"Aw, thanks Mrs. Paz."

"Really, it's nothing.Besides, I enjoy the company. It can get pretty lonely around here sometimes, even when I have a bound woman under my control."

"Really? I would imagine that it would be quite exciting to have a bound person to take care of."

"Well yes, but… well, there's the desire for someone else, something more permanent."

"I can assure you Mrs. Paz, that Wendy and I will no doubt spend a lot of time here." That comment brought a big smile to my employer's face.

"Well, up you go. You've got a big day ahead of you tomorrow." And with that, up I went.

Wendy was in the same position as when I left her. She was apparently still asleep for her only movements were her chest going up and down in her suit.I considered waking her, but decided against it. Let her rest.

Besides, I would get a comfy body to hug all night long.

I don't remember dropping off to sleep, but I do remember that before I knew it, it was five in the morning and Mrs. Paz was quietly shaking my shoulder, waking me up.

"Come on Zan." She said. "Time to get bound."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." I yawned as I slowly disentangled myself from Wendy's body. Getting up, I saw a bucket of supplies near the foot of the bed, full of chains, belts and other supplies. Wendy was definitely going to get a big surprise when she woke up.

"Okay, let's get you dressed up." Mrs. Paz whispered. "Today's a big day for you!" I tried to answer, but a yawn interrupted by words. "Tell you what." Mrs. Paz said. "You go back to sleep.I can dress you up while you're out."

"Really?" I yawned, trying to keep my voice down.

"Oh yes, I've had practice with some of my previous boyfriends. Now, out you go."

"You okay Mrs. Paz? You sound a little… anxious."

"Well, I'm just excited that's all. Exciting things usually make me a little nervous."

"Well, okay." I yawned and glanced at the bed. Wendy's form was still there. A few eye blinks, and I was out like a light.


It is a strange thing to go to sleep free and wake up bound. That is what happened to me. The next time I opened my eyes, it was later in the morning. Sunlight was gently drifting into the room and I heard clicks and rustles as chains were moved.

Moving my head, I looked down and saw myself, only in a form that I had only dreamed of. My body was no longer visible, for it was inside a black rubber suit that was almost identical to the one Wendy was wearing.

Wendy…was she awake yet? I looked towards the bed and saw that she was sitting upright. "Ah," I said. "How long till she gets out and sees me like this?"

"Oh… a few minutes, give or take."

"Ready for a surprise Wendy?" I called out. "Because you're going to get one!"

Oddly, Wendy didn't move. "Is she awake?" I asked as Mrs. Paz tightened a strap around my knees.

"I think she is."

"Hmm…hey Wendy, you awake?" Mrs. Paz stopped.

"Oh shoot. Hang on a sec, I've got to go to the bathroom." She quickly walked into the bathroom and shut the door. As soon as she did, Wendy's head moved and tilted towards me. She must have woken up when the door was closed.

"Hey Wendy…" I said in a silky voice. "Do you like surprises?"

She nodded.

"Well, I've got one for you!"

She nodded again… and her head fell off.

My eyes bulged and my heart stopped as Wendy's head fell off her shoulders, bounced on the bed, then landed on the floor. From the top of her body, a few wires sparked and fizzed. From her neck, I saw some motors, gears, and machinery.

"A robot!?!?!" I shouted. "Wendy's a robot?!"

The door opened and Mrs. Paz shot out. She took one look at the body on the bed, then looked at me, her face grim.

Before I could shout, scream, or do any other movement, she pulled out a rag, ran over to me and clamped it over my face.

And then everything went dark.


When I opened my eyes again, my instincts went into high gear, trying to get away and out of this house. Nothing else mattered.I just needed to get out of here.

But apparently Mrs. Paz had been hard at work after knocking me unconscious. My arms didn't respond to my attempts to get up. My legs moved, yet did not separate. And when I tried to yell, I found that my mouth was full of rubber.

"Hello Zan."

I twisted my head and saw my employer crouching next to me, applying a few things to my body. "I know what you're thinking." She said. "Yes, "Wendy" was a robot. There never was a girl in that suit. All that time you were talking or communicating, it was to a machine. A very sophisticated one if I may say so myself, but a machine nonetheless."

"How did it communicate with you? Simple." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a remote control. "I was always in the next room or hidden just out of sight when you were with it. I controlled its movements when you were with it. Simple really, and it did its job well."

She put the remote aside and went back to work on my body. I looked down and saw what she had done. I was now wearing the suit that the robot had been wearing. And I was now being fitted into the restraints that the robot had worn as well. The metal belt was already around my waist, along with the chain that went over my groin, between the legs and locked in the back. A shackle was around my knees and another one was around my ankles.

Mrs. Paz was working with my arms, which were now behind my back. Though I couldn't see it, I could feel the tight armbinder that encircled them, along with the cuff that snapped around my wrists. My elbows were cuffed together, and Mrs. Paz was feeding the chains through the holes.

"You're probably wondering why I did it." She said. "Loneliness can be a crippling thing Zan. One moment you're happy with someone you love… and then they leave you. Whether it's death, divorce, or leaving for someone else, what happens is that they are gone. Forever. Never coming back. Do you know how crippling that is Zan?"

I just stared at her.

"I suppose not. You've probably never gotten involved with anyone, haven't you? What's that old saying? It is better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all? Hah. Whoever wrote that obviously didn't know what real loneliness is. The need to have someone to touch, hold, hug, and take care of is too strong to resist." My former employer looked at me. "I'm sorry Zan, but I just need somebody to take care of."

With a tug, all the chains were finished and in place. "I'll take good care of you." She said as she rummaged through a box. "But because of what I've done to you, I'm afraid that this situation may be permanent." Standing up, I saw that she was holding a leather hood. "I may never be able to release you."

She walked over to me, hood in hand. "I'm sorry Zan. I hope one day you can forgive me."

Without waiting any longer, she put the hood over my head. It was a very tight hood and it seemed to clutch at my head. There were no eyeholes, and there was no opening for the mouth. I was blind.

I felt my captor buckling the hood down, tightening the straps that ensured it would remain plastered to my head. When it was done, I felt something tight go around my neck and locked in place. It was a metal collar, and it firmly clasped my throat and the hood as well.

I was now in complete darkness. Blind, helpless, and unable to speak. Bound in latex and chains, at the mercy of my captor. With that, my imprisonment began…


Who was the mysterious lady in black?

Who was she indeed? I have had much time to ponder, and to think, and I think I know the answer to that question. The mysterious lady in black was, in a way, what we both wanted.

Mrs. Paz saw the mysterious lady in black as the being she could take care of, to insure that she wouldn't be lonely.

I saw her as the thing I wanted to become. I saw her form as what my heart wanted in life. To be submissive, to make someone happy.

But in a way, I am now the mysterious lady in black. How long have I been imprisoned in this suit, bound and restrained in a fashion that few can even imagine? I do not know. With my eyesight gone, I have no reference for day or night. It is always darkness in here, in this suit. Time has ceased to have any meaning for me.

I am kept chained in the spare bedroom in basement. The chain is just long enough for Mrs. Paz to move me around if she wants, but most of the time I lie on my bed. She spends most of her time with me, reading novels to me, changing my diet (she has hooked up some IV's into my arm), cleaning out the waste products box, or simply cuddling me. She constantly apologizes for what she's doing, that she has to keep me like this, most likely for the rest of my life.

Too bad I can't tell her that I'm having a blast.

I have had much time to think, to ponder, and to philosophize. Perhaps this new life isn't so bad after all.I have someone who takes care of me, who hugs and cuddles me, and who constantly works to make sure I'm never bored. What more could someone ask for?

Buried deep within this suit (from which I may never leave), I am sealed off from the world, yet I am in a new one all to my own. As time goes on, I find myself wanting to be put deeper and deeper into more restraints, more latex, until I am no longer a human being but a living latex suit.

Will my dream come true? Perhaps someday. Until then, I will simply have to bide my time and enjoy myself as the mysterious lady in black.



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