17. Sound and Vision
I am escorted down the corridor to the far end. The heels of the M striking the boards of the hallway with percussive effect. I love this sound. We enter what is the combination of boudoir and bright dungeon. As the door closes and M flips the lock I feel a tension leave me. Replaced by a strong buzz of anticipation. I always find the wait outside almost unbearable. As the hour approaches it is hard not to become anxious; a last minute cancelation, a loss of nerve, plain stage fright. None of these events transpire and M immediately dispels all doubts with her gaze of wonderful understanding and limitless distain.
Precise instructions are issued and I am immediately stripped and in place at the foot of the floral settee attending to M relaxation. I slowly unzip and remove her high leather boots and hold her warm and subtly moist feet. Left then right. Winding her ankle and toes slowly to release the initial strains. I apply some oil to Ms muscular and sculpted calves and smooth my way gradually toward kneeding her beautiful feet pressuring the pads of her toes with as much strength as I can. M loves this. I switch it up with super delicate strokes as fine as I am able. This sends her a little into her own space.
We hover there for a while. I am rewarded with the opportunity of delivering a gentle toe job. As I swap between her delicious feet M gently bumps my prick and flexes her instep into my balls. I lean in towards the deep ache, and rock back and forth as the old pain floods in and disperses. I linger as much as allowed around her perfect digits, as M stretches back and luxuriates in her cushions. I am bolt upright by now and am enticed into gliding a little too far up and over the curve of her calf, reaching round the softness at the back of her knee and oh so gently towards her thigh. I am brought up sharp. It is time for the procedure to begin.
As I gasp and clutch at my chastised cock M rises and stalks over to a rolling stand with medical features. There is a glass chamber glinting in the light. a snaking hose and ominous looking mask M fiddles a little with the device and advances on me. Clamping the mask to me I am given a dose of the medicine. I slowly clamber to the deck. The blood thuds into my vision. I am being dusted down from top to toe with talc, Running my hands over myself now, it feels like smooth silk, I am still out of it. M brings me round with orders to cover every nook and cranny.
I am then led by my collar to the back of the room, where the wild things are, and presented with my new garb. I clamber into the latex. An all body, all feeling, all giving suit. Delicately working my way into the experience, under strict instruction not to hurry or clutch too hard at my new skin. Once on, the feel of constriction is met with an equal response of relaxation. I breathe into my new shape. M stands over me throughout and now slowly pours a liberal steam of latex polish up my front. “Don’t miss an inch’. I spread the deliciously slippery lubrication around me, all the while gazing up at my M. I certainly have arrived. She smiles down from on high, occasionally sliding her foot up from my crotch to my mouth. It’s a fantastic feeling, all too brief, but produces the desired effect. The opening at my cock gives a feel of freedom and vulnerability. It’s a great combination.
I am longing to lube up my M’s own outfit but somehow I know that’s not part of the plan today. I have got as close to M as I am going to get. Today it is about my own sensations, and my own skin. I am dosed again and whilst swimming up back to the surface M jerks a hood hard over my head, and then gradually increases the intensity of the grip on my skull as she leans on the laces. I am breathing hard, sweating gently into the suit which trickles into the momentary gaps around my neck and down my back. M pushes me back down and stands gripping my head between her ankles. She leans over giving me a glimpse through the mask of her beautiful features, ‘Open up’ she orders and thrusts a hard rubber gag in my teeth. I immediately start drooling, ‘Sealing you up’ I am then roughly cuffed with my arms above me threaded through the legs of the settee, constricting my head movement. I start to swallow my saliva, having to control the tendency to choke, hold off the edge of panic. I am thrown back on my own to cope with my sensations.
The feeling starts to grow. I am unable to see anything, but I level out quickly, allowing my enjoyment of all this rubber to slowly bliss me out. I am aware that M is now kneeling between my legs. She anoints me again and gentle works the polish over my second skin. It is a fantastic feeling. I would say this feels like a sensuous massage but that could surely never be permitted. I wriggle into every sensation, transported, whist trying not to choke on my tongue and inhale my own drool. M then orders my legs up, I duly complied and M deftly greased me up and presented my next orifice with a cold hard orb. I simply love this device, a combined cock ring and butt plug, a diabolic pincer movement, jamming onto your inner button and squeezing you to atention. The effect always impresses my M. ‘Back in the room ‘ She purrs admiringly. ‘Lets see about that final opening…. I know what’s coming, though blind, and teetering on pain, discomfort,and joy… I am breathing through, we have a long way to go.
Before I get the treatment M reveals her divine talent for edging. I am aware of the faintest of sensations that send my cock surging away. She whispers to my prick and glides a nail up the shank and around the head . I am immediately in the zone. From here on in a study in concentration. ‘All those thoughts leaving your head… where have they gone ‘ I hear the zip, and M musing over the selection of her favourite wands, the magical transporters of our own Wicked Witch of the East. The first sounding bub is inserted. My vision is of a constellation unfurling. The rod moves ever so gently. Is it twisting or vibrating? It plays around the top of my cock and then the heat and the cold drop slowly, igniting all the wiring on the way down to the switch at my base. The dull end reaches the mark. I am pinned to the moment. It is exquisite. The M is fucking me slowly with her wand. ‘Invading all your holes’. She whispers. As the rod is inched back up and replaced by the next my head is starting to wonder if it can cope either with or without continuing. M edges me a little further with an ever so gentle twisting motion until I start a low whimpering. M almost giggles. We go again, all the way down to my roots. The sense of control and openness is making me teeter over. I concentrate on breath and flex myself out full length in the suit. Arching and arching, slowly up and back. All is as tense as a fucker can get. There is a growing zone down in that pit of my groin and bowels. It feel both static, and whirring simultaneously.
The head of the rose bud, at its full extent, depresses my alarm button. M flicks the wand gently, and spins. Delicately. The tiny motion rules me as it ndges against my root. Again the withdrawal, the gentle fucking within me. Number three…nearly there. She pushes my craning head down to the floor and smooths my body out before re-commencing. I flex my suit once again and bite down on my gag. I am transfixed . There is a forth. My body starts to go through the beginning of the inevitable climax. I am unmoving, rock solid and rock still, The only sound the slight cooing from M as she blows on my cock and continues to invade my shaft in perfect slow mo. I start coming, M keeps pumping me with gentle precision. Slowly driving my cum back down and releasing up and over my cock, The orgasm builds, I keep going and coming. All the way now. M gently lifts the bud all the way up to the brim, and now squeezes my cock milking the flow for a few more delicious moments. Her hard hold and the gentle embrace of the suit bring me to the end, I grind into the plug in my arse, breathing hard, in my funk.
The wave of relaxation and jolting release lay me back down. I gurgle something, and loll out on the boards, rocking slowly back and forth, dropping into the haze. M tends to her instruments. After a period of stillness M flips off my gag and I am slowly released. Left to float in my perfect suit, with my cooling sweat and the trickle of cum running round my balls, and down my crack. I reek of luxury latex, even after my warm shower the deep scent of all that glory follows you back out in the world, to catch you out hours later, and dip you back into that private realm of the M.
I wish you all such a relentless experience as soon as you can.