My Red Latex Mistress

I congratulated myself. She nodded.

"When you were taking it upon yourself to stare at my pussy, I was distracted and could not concentrate on Final Jeopardy. That was very bad. Now, if you can't be a good slave again, you will be a doggy for when I must have protection on the way to the mailbox to mail some things. I am quite sure the neighbors would find that amusing. Now strip those clothes off quickly and get on the bed."

"Yes Mistress." I replied, and eagerly began to take off my clothes.

She watched me undress as though I were some purebred animal, or racehorse she was considering purchasing. She eyed me with a weighing stare. I suddenly felt self-conscious about my appearance. What a strange feeling. I can't remember the last time I was concerned about whether my stomach was flat enough for her, or whether she appreciated the light tan of my skin. As I stripped, I left my clothes on the floor where they fell. I finished with my socks, and moved to get on the bed.

"Stop."

I froze, and then remembered to add a hasty, "Yes Mistress."

She came over to me and ran her red latex gloved hand over the curve of my pectorals, and down my stomach to my cock. She held my stone-hard cock for a moment inspecting it, and then cupped my balls inspecting them. She let go much to my dismay, and stepped around behind me. I felt like a piece of meat. It was fascinating. She ran her smooth gloved hand up my well-formed back and then over my left buttock. Then she surprised me, and parted my buttocks to inspect what lay in the cleft there. She ran her smooth rubber covered fingers over my anus, the rubber catching at my hair. I felt somehow violated. She said,

"Turn around."

I immediately complied and turned to face her with a good "Yes Mistress."

She was standing very close. I could smell her shampoo. She looked up into my face with total control and command.

"You are not ready. You have been neglecting yourself. Slave hygiene is very strict."

There was obvious disappointment in her face and I was "hurt" by it.

"Most humble apologies mistress. How may I make amends for my inadequacies? I beg you let me. Mistress."

She looked very pleased with my desire to make amends and said,

"First you will pick up your clothes and put them where they belong, be it the hamper or the closet. When everything is where it belongs, you will go to the bathroom and get into the shower and clean all of that nasty hair off your body. I expect you to be efficient about it, but keep in mind I don't like my slave with nicks all over. Nicks and cuts ruin the slaves' appearance. Pay special attention to your ass, I better not find a single hair on your body below your neck when you are through, and I want a nice smooth shave. Now go, and be quick about it!"

I was appalled! I had never shaved any of my body except my face. What would people think if they knew I was a hairless slave to my wife? What would the guys at the health club think when they saw me! I was ready to protest this, but at the same time, how would I disobey my mistress? If I tried to break this spell could I do it now?

I had let the game go on too long for it to be easy to explain stopping it. She would never forgive me if I did. Emotion warring on my face, she glared incredulously, and I was too slow to speak. She took the opportunity away from me with the riding crop when she lifted it to strike. She never landed the blow. I turned and ran to the bathroom, with her on my heels. I cried,

"Yes Mistress, Yes Mistress!" while racing for the shower.

Upon almost diving into the shower, she stopped and fury stared in at me as she said in stern, quiet voice,

"See that you clean your self up quickly. I mean to have you pleasure me after your punishment." She paused and glared.

"Yes Mistress, Yes Mistress." I said quickly while turning on the water.

Chapter Four-Shaved Slave

The water was cold and would take a moment to warm up, but I was more concerned at any delay than about the water temperature. She glanced at my now growing flaccid cock and hard nipples and then turned and marched out of the room. The second she was out of the room I raced to the medicine cabinet and retrieved my razor and shaving cream. I grabbed at the tray of fresh blades and jumped back into the shower. The water was just beginning to warm up.

I looked into the shower mirror at my face and wondered that two hours ago I was a loving husband planning a romantic evening with my wife. Now I was a slave struggling to please his Mistress by shaving himself. I turned adjusted the shower- head so that the stream was directed slightly away from me and would not wash off the shaving cream. I began by lathering my chest. I was fortunate to not have much in the way of chest hair. I completed my chest in a matter of minutes and proceeded to my legs, working my way up. That was a bit more difficult.

Chapter Five-Making up for Inadequacies

I was toweling off myself and inspecting my work. I had done pretty well I thought. All the hair I could find was gone and replaced with smooth bare skin. I felt extremely naked. It was an exceedingly strange sensation, and surprisingly pleasant. I must have looked rather strange. I finished toweling off and used my towel to clean out the shower and then discarded it into the hamper in the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. I felt very exposed. What if My Mistress laughed when she saw my naked body? I would be mortified. I had to go report to her anyway and just take what I got. My heart was pounding as I walked around the bathroom door and into the bedroom. I walked slowly, trying to anticipate what would happen. I was actually trembling.

Mistress watched me enter from her lounging position on the black latex sheets, book in hand. She was propped up on two black pillows, her legs crossed, amused gaze in my direction as she sipped a full glass of white wine. I walked quietly to the bed and stopped. She turned her head straight and said nothing. I spoke.

"I have cleaned myself Mistress."

She said without turning, "Kneel with your knees apart and legs apart, and put your hands on the bed."

I complied. I felt completely defenseless. With my knees apart and my legs apart leaning over the bed, I was completely exposed. She set her wine down on the device-bedecked nightstand, and stood up with her crop in hand. She went to the wall, and turned on the overhead light, which shed a hundred times more light than the lamps on the nightstands. I was to be inspected yet again.

She stepped over to where I knelt, completely bare-naked, and bent over me. She reached a hand between my buttocks and pushed them apart for inspection. She ran her fingers over my clean-shaven cleft. My anus puckered at her touch. She said "up" and motioned for me to sit back on my knees. I did as much, and she got down on one knee beside me facing my cock and reached over and caressed my clean-shaven genitals. She then took her crop in hand and stood up. She ran the crop over my chest. Then she ran it up the side of my neck and around my back. She slid the end between my buttocks and rubbed it back up to my waist. Then she reached around the front of me with it and very lightly slapped my rigid cock with it.

"Much better slave. I am surprised you did so well. But we still have the matter of discipline to address, don't we."

She was very obviously expecting an answer, and I knew the one she was looking for.

"Yes Mistress."

Her expression was unchanged at that. She said

"Get onto the bed and help me buckle you into the manacles."

She gestured with the crop as she spoke, toward the manacles, and the bed. It seemed it was a part of her. I immediately got onto the bed with a

"Yes Mistress."

I lowered the coversheet and she immediately grabbed my right foot, and shackled it in to a thick padded rubber manacle, that was stoutly strapped to the bedpost. She then did my other ankle, and then my wrists. The manacles were engineered so that they were very far apart, and she adjusted them so I was stretched spread eagle across the bed with no little tension on my arms and legs. The latex was warm on my back, legs and ass. The smooth sensation of being bound, while lying on the latex sheet, was an assault on my brain. My cock stood at attention and seeped clear lube at the tip. Mistress got off the bed then and began speaking.

"I am a kind and generous Mistress. You insulted that kindness when I told you to go and shave yourself. That you hesitated even an instant was an insult. That you even considered disobeying me was crime. Now you will beg for mercy and forgiveness, while I help you find sincerity in your pleading. Commence begging."

She sounded almost bored. I was at a loss for words.

"Yes Mistress."

It bought me only a second but the real motivation to begin begging was a crack with the crop on my stomach. The words came in a rush.

"Please Mistress forgive my transgression." Snap!

"I will try to be a better slave, please forgive me. I was just surprised is all."

Crack.

That one was on my thigh. It really stung. I was learning sincerity quickly.

"I am not worthy to begin with. Please allow your slave make up for his sin."

Swat.

Right square on my left nipple, the strike made me cry out, and jerk my body to try to get away in reaction. I was held firmly by the leather straps. I went on anyway.

"I swear I will be a better slave, I am really sorry!"

Smack!

Square on my right nipple. I screamed. It really stung. I jerked against my bonds. My nipple stung in protest. I cried out again, and pleaded.

"Please stop, I'll be a good slave, I promise! Forgive me! I will do better. It was wrong. Let me show you. I can do better!"

For all intents and purposes, I meant every word of it. She had the crop raised to administer another incentive, and I cringed away as much as I could against the straps (which was very little). I was actually whimpering for real. She paused.

"See how sincere you can be, slave?" she asked.

"Yes, my Mistress, you have shown me my inadequacy. I will overcome it because of your kind instruction."

I replied in a rush, just as sincerely as before. She seemed quite pleased with my begging.

"Excellent, see that you do, because remedial lessons are not so easily learned. Great care must be taken so as not to forget valuable knowledge."

She had walked over to the door and turned off the overhead light. The light from the bedside lamps was soft by comparison, and I immediately felt less vulnerable. She walked back to the bed and gazed at my still rigid cock.

"It would seem that my slave is aroused. Could that be?"

She inquired lightly and expertly tapped her crop on my penis.

"Yes my Mistress." I said with sincerity.

"Do I arouse you slave, is it the sight of me and my presence that excites your libido?"

"Yes Mistress. I am sorry. I would control it but it is difficult-"

She cut me off expertly. She climbed up on the bed and knelt by my side, red latex shining against black.

"Do not be ashamed. It is natural for a slave to find me sexually desirable. I may even chose to honor a good slave with an outlet for that sexual energy, but the slave would have to recognize what an incredible honor that would be. It is normal for a slave to perform pleasures for me, but for a slave to receive that from its Mistress is uncommon. I am also aroused slave, which is why you are in this position. I desire pleasure, and now you will give it to me. I will begin by entertaining myself with your face."

She looked down at me from where she knelt almost compassionate. She reached over to the nightstand and took down a leather strap with a thick plastic ring inserted into the middle. The ring was about two inches in diameter and had a groove all the way around it. The strap had a buckle on one end, and operated like a belt. She leaned over and placed the ring in front of my mouth, which I summarily opened, and she inserted it. I understood what the device was engineered for at that moment. She began buckling the strap behind my lifted head.

I realized after the device was nearly buckled that I would be unable to close my mouth, unable to bite down, and unable to remove it. She could see comprehension dawning on my face after I was unable to do anything about it. She smiled happily and I saw a bit of my wife in her face. She covered the moment immediately by speaking.

"That is going to work out perfectly."

I tried to reply before I realized that intelligent speech was impossible

"heh hithhess."

She smiled again and laughed out loud. I couldn't help myself, I knew that I would probably pay for it, but I laughed as well. She looked at me with more love than I had ever seen in her eyes before. At that moment she was all wife. The Mistress had retreated momentarily. She glowed like an angel looking down at me. She was suddenly the most beautiful woman I could ever imagine. She was still smiling but Mistress had returned with a flash.

"It is good that the slave maintains its humor. I wish to encourage that."

I played with the ring in my mouth. There was a rubber cushion under my teeth. I could stick my tongue out of my mouth, and my lips were free to move as normal, but my jaw was nearly immobilized. She reached over to the nightstand and lifted her glass of wine. She said,

"You will be honored now with some wine from the mouth of your Mistress."

She lifted the glass to her glossy red lips, and poured a good measure into her mouth. She then leaned down and placed her lips into the ring between my teeth. She very slowly let a trickle of warm wine dribble into my mouth through her red glossy lips. Her blue eyes intent on mine. I drank, swallowing with some difficulty, but it was the finest wine I have ever tasted. To drink from her mouth was extremely strange to me, but I wondered at never having done it before. Now I felt like a king. I was honored beyond imagination. Refreshed by my drink I looked at my Mistress with gratitude. She drank from the glass herself, and set it back on the nightstand. She looked at me and said,

"Now you will pleasure me. I expect excellent performance. I am going to bless you with the opportunity to give me oral pleasure. I suggest you pay attention, because when my legs grow tired of holding me up, it is because you are not exciting me as you should be, and you will suffocate. When you excite me properly, you will find breathing easy."

I gave her the necessary affirmative and she turned to face my legs and straddled my head. Her knees were resting below my arms, and she held her pussy poised over my mouth. Her feet were beside by ears, shoes and all. She lowered herself onto my mouth and I eagerly began to lick and suck her latex covered pussy. I discovered that it was a lot of work to manage to pleasure her through the gag and latex. I worked at it furiously though. I got into a method of licking her clit and sucking it through the ring. She was apparently enjoying it immensely.

She ground her sex into my mouth with regularity. I was forced to let her sit at will. I became tired after many minutes of repetition and began to slow and she sat on my mouth and gripped my nose between her red latex covered buttocks. It was a new experience for me to be prevented from breathing. I didn't panic. I was forcing my tongue through the ring to continue licking through the latex. She continued to sit. I began to wonder how long she would deny me air. I continued licking and sucking. Her heel-shod feet gripped my head and she continued to sit on my face.

I needed to breath. I tried lifting my head to get her to get off for a moment but she merely let more weight down onto my face. Shackled to the bedposts I could do nothing but squirm, which I did with fervor. I was getting frantic. She merely gripped my head harder. I struggled to breath and was making muffled sounds under her pussy, struggling frantically, and she finally lifted her pussy from my face and my nose from her red latex covered anus. I gasped for air. She was apparently unconcerned.

After a few ragged breaths she settled back over my mouth, apparently expecting me to continue licking and sucking. I began to lick and suck like I had before but with renewed vigor. Mistress began to moan with pleasure. I was still tired from my labor to breathe. I was wearing down, and I knew that I needed to keep up licking and sucking, or more breathing trouble would ensue. I tried to keep pace with her grinding and moaning, but I was really getting tired. I began to slow, no matter how hard I tried to lick her slippery pussy through the wet latex.

She apparently became displeased and sat on my face again. My nose was sealed from the air by her latex coated anus again. Her pussy juices made the latex slide over her anus effectively sealing my nose away from the air. My mouth was sealed from air by her pussy, breathing was impossible. My head was gripped in a vise, which consisted of her two rubberized feet.

I heard her voicing her displeasure at my slowness. I could not make out the words. She was apparently asking questions, but with her heels over my ears and me struggling to breathe I could not hear, let alone respond. She was quiet for a moment. I became frantic again. If I did not get air soon, I would surely pass out. I was scared. She smacked my still hard penis with the crop. Not terribly hard but it cut through my struggles, and I reeled. If I did not get air soon, I knew that I was through. My struggling was beginning to slow, and I was losing it when she lifted herself. My sight was still going dark as I gasped for breath. Her feet relinquished their grip on my head and she said,

"Perhaps you will have more endurance next time."

Chapter Six-Rewards

I was still breathing relatively hard through the ring, and she picked up her glass of wine and drank. She looked at me. I was too stunned to think. She reached over to the bedside table and picked up a bottle of lubricant. She set her glass down and opened the little flap at the top of the bottle, and squeezed out some of the liquid onto her rubber-gloved hand. She closed the bottle and set it back on the nightstand and then rubbed her two hands together. My cock screamed for her touch in wild hope that she meant that lubricant for it. She rubbed her two hands together for several moments and I was in agony. She said

"Perhaps some different stimulation is in order."

She reached over with both hands and took my cock between them. I was in heaven. Her slippery rubber gloves were awesome. She cradled my cock between her hands and slid them up and down slowly. She paused at the bottom to cup and gently massage my scrotum. I was tweaked to the brink of explosion. She knew it too. She slowed to a crawl, and then stopped altogether. My penis was throbbing. She could probably feel it and even see it.

She let go of my penis and I was so affected that I actually moaned in distress. She glanced at my face but continued about her business. She reached up and rubbed her lubricated hands over my pectorals, and pinched my nipples. She then straddled my thighs as though she was going to ride me.

She rested back on her knees and removed her hands from my nipples. She began to stroke her pussy through the latex with both lubed hands. She occasionally reached up, and massaged her breasts, pinching her own nipples through the latex. Her nipples were hard. Her breasts were beautiful. She rubbed her pussy with long slow strokes and paused to finger her clit through the rubber. She then placed her hands on either side of my chest and began to rub her pussy up and down my shaft. I was ready to scream. She continued this for several minutes, ever so slowly, pausing her pussy to rub her slippery red breasts over my chest. She then without warning, and me approaching a colossal orgasm, lifted herself off and got off the bed. I was crestfallen. She said,