Taking Her on a Date

'Tammy' walked over to the camera and pushed a couple buttons, then the TV went black for a second. Instructions appeared on the TV. "Go find the note I left for you in my office drawer below my keyboard."

The Note read:

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Ok, like I said, the art show is invitation only, and every invitee must bring their own piece of art, and I neglected to mention earlier that it has to be a piece of living art. I was not invited to the art show, because I am already a member, you, on the other hand, have an official invitation extended to you by me. And now you have a piece of art to take with you. I've given myself to you entirely, so I belong to you as you belong to me. Don't worry about anything, even though I'm exposed and vulnerable, there is no touching at this show, so I am still all yours when it's over with. If for some reason this is too much for you, ignore the following instructions and dial 1 on speed dial on any phone in the house and tell 'Tammy' that you are leaving. She will know what to do. She is actually here in the house making sure that I'm safe until you leave, so don't go scaring her by barging in on her if you hear a noise or something coming from the guest room. If you do see 'Tammy,' before or after the art show, do not speak to her in any way that would require a verbal response, she won't speak unless there is an emergency.

1. I've been moved from the bedroom to the garage, and I'm on a piece of metal on top of the cart. Come find me, there are still a few more surprises for you.

2. If you are taking me to the show, just push the metal sheet with me on it into the SUV already set up for you, once inside the SUV, cover me up with the canvas tarp on the bottom of the cart.

3. P.S. If you are not taking me to the show, you are not the man for me and you no longer own me and can no longer have me, but if you are talking me to the show, feel free to play around with me a little, so long as you don't change anything or damage my finish.

4. The GPS in the SUV is already set up with diving directions to the show. When you get to the address indicated, there will be a bouncer at a utility garage in the building, you will have to exchange the keys to the SUV and therefore me for your invitation with your name on it. I'll be safe with them. You'll accept your invitation then you'll get into the gallery by walking around the front of the building. No one at the shows knows whose art is whose, so those that prefer anonymity have an easier time.

5. Once the show is over, you will return to the garage and trade your invitation for the SUV with me in it.

6. Once you get me home, put me back on the cart and wheel me into the spare bedroom downstairs. There will be instructions there on how to unwrap me, or you can just call 'Tammy.'

7. At this point, back home, you can do anything to me that you want, in or out of my art bondage.

8. In the back of the SUV is my clothing bag, if anything goes wrong, you'll need that. Call 'Tammy' if you need anything, there is a cell phone in the clothing bag.

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I practically jumped out of my clothes when I bounced up from the couch to go find my personal piece of living breathing erotic art. When I found her, there were definitely a couple of surprises left for me to discover on my own. When I came into the garage, I discovered her facing me, mouth open, expressionless through the latex. Her face was utterly unrecognizable with the latex blindfold, layers of latex, and stretched out gagged mouth had seen to that. I could see her tongue moving slightly, and I noticed now that she also had a tongue piercing. I could also see two glints of light coming from her nipple piercings, and I saw that her nipples were hard in the coolness of the garage. I walked up to her quietly, hoping that she did not know I was there. I know that she could not hear or smell me, but I didn't know how much else she could feel. I peeked under her chest and saw that her nipples had been spared from the latex paint since they had been covered by the masking tape. Her nipples were bright pink, not painted pink on the surface but stained pink deep into the skin. I saw below her breasts a small chain lying in a pile—on the metal— with a little tag on it. A sticky note that read "A present from 'Tammy,' add this if you like." was sitting next to the chain.

Leaving the chain alone, for now, I walked around her silently looking at the fantastic details on the surface of the latex that showed the shapes of the clothing beneath. Anyone that looked at her up close would see that she was wearing sexy clothes and bondage gear under the latex and would see every tiny seam and surface feature on these items.

As I came around the back I found three more surprises, 'Tammy' had poked a small hole in the latex at Janice's anus, and pushed in a tiny metal anal plug that had a beautiful pink gem on the end of it. Below this 'Tammy' had cut out a nice oval shaped area that allowed me to see Janice's labia, clit, and some skin around those areas unobstructed. This entire area of exposed skin was stained as bright pink as her nipples, dyed by some kind of bright ink which was a stark contrast to the rest of her body. The nipples and sex regions were starkly matte pink on a palette of bright, white, wet-look polished latex. There was some kind of vibrator or toy covered in soft bright shiny pink latex pressed into her sex. I could almost see that the toy was bulged slightly just inside of her pussy lips, it seemed to be larger inside than outside, which held it in tightly. The toy had a protrusion coming out of it that rested on her clit, seemingly spring loaded, putting some pressure on her sensitive bud. She was so obviously horny; she had her own juices flowing down her clit, dripping to the metal below. Her labia were also spread out, not just by the position she was in, not only because of the toy in her sex, but mostly because of her extreme state of arousal.

Below these toys were the piercing I had suspected was there earlier, it was a horizontal loop going through the top her clit hood. It didn't seem to have a ball to it, and it looked permanent. She must have recently had it installed, welded shut, and polished since I had not noticed anything like it in the weeks preceding. I rechecked the nipple piercings and found them to also be solid looking hoops. All of the piercing holes looked like they had been healed for a long time but these three pieces of metal jewelry were brand new. Newly permanently installed. Hanging from her clit piercing was a tiny lock that said merely "Owned." The key was lying below this lock attached to a man's necklace.

My heart pounded, I didn't even know what to do. I just stood there in shock of the view in front of me. The shiny pink butt plug gem, the vibrator, the lock, and the key waiting for me to pick it up and put it on and make her mine. Very quietly I picked up the chain with my key on it, put it on and tucked it down inside my shirt. I didn't know what to do first, what should I do to her to let her know I'm here. I didn't want to scare the butt plug right out of her, but I wanted to "make an entrance" so-to-say. How would she even know it was me?

A memory of her voice came throbbing back into my head. She had surprised me with a blowjob in the car a week earlier. "I love the taste of your cum, it's the best, I love to feel you cumming deep in my throat, I like to swallow it all up."

I went back to her front and attached the chain laying on the metal to her nipple piercings. The tag that hung down in the center of the chain said "slave." Amazingly enough, she did not stir or make a noise. How could she have not noticed that? 'Maybe she was asleep or daydreaming.' I thought. Well, I knew just how to wake her up.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my still hard member. Still hard, still aching, and tipped with precum. Taking myself in my hand, I brought the tip to her lips and rubbed around the inside of the ring gag getting a feel for it. It was odd sticking myself into a hole that looked nothing like what it was. On the inside, I could see her naturally pink tongue and her back teeth, but from the outside, her lips were nondescript white shiny latex.

Pressing a finger at the base of my penis I pulled forward forcing out a small amount of precum that landed on the tip of her tongue. She still did not move, so I pressed myself deeper. Once my penis was resting on her tongue she suddenly animated. It did seem that she had been daydreaming deeply. I gave her a moment to get reacquainted with her surroundings and as her breathing slowed she began flicking her tongue hungrily around my cock. She pressed me into the roof of her mouth and licked the bottom of my head as best she could. I could tell that she wanted more, and I just hoped that she could tell it was me from the taste. Using her tongue, she urged me to press deeper until I was buried entirely in her throat. I held myself in the warmth and the soft comfort, but soon she was pushing me out of her mouth, indicating to me that she needed to breathe. After a few test strokes, I started thoroughly enjoying her, and she would let me know with her tongue when she needed a breath. It really didn't take me as long as I would have liked. Between the excitement of it all, watching my personalized

fetish sex tape she had created, looking at her shiny perfect small waist that spread out into a beautiful, healthy, thick ass just ahead of me, I was cumming deep in her throat in no time. I held myself in her, satisfied, until she forced me out again.

I wanted to pet her, to thank her, but I did not want to ruin the perfect polish on her latex prison. Instead, I just stuck my finger in her mouth and helped her push down the last bits of cum that were hanging around in her mouth. Pleased with myself, and with the continually intriguing surprises of the day I went behind her and played with her clit a little bit before I pushed her into the SUV and covered her up with the cloth tarp.

I found the final surprise that had been left by my incredible girlfriend and her accomplice; a simple small wrapped box sitting on the SUV's driver's seat. I pulled the pink bow off of the box (which amazingly matched her pink stained skin) and tore off the pure white shiny wrapping paper. Inside I found a jewelry style felt box. Inside of this was a small keychain that looked like garage door opener. Pointing it at the garage door I pressed the button, but nothing happened. That's when I heard it, the vibrating sound coming from behind me, under the cloth sheet, and some soft moaning. It was the remote to her!

Finding the REAL garage door opener I left the house, smiling at the prospect of turning her on, literally, while everyone inspected her detailed white surface and pink inviting orifices. As I drove down the road, I wondered what the art show would be like. How would other people be displayed as living art? Surely not everyone had been painted into a statue. I wondered what I would do to her when I got her home. Mostly though I wondered what it would feel like to be bound by paint, trapped, filled, vulnerable, and vibrated in front of who knows how many people and strangers. What would it be like to be so tightly bound and encased, knowing that my loved one held the control of my pleasure? Knowing that my loved one would take me home after. I imagined rolling her up to the bed and flipping her onto it face up, pussy exposed and plowing deep into her with no warning, no foreplay, neither of us would need it. I would have made sure that the vibrator had gotten her most of the "way there" by the time I pressed myself into her. I could just imagine her pussy clenching around my cock as the first orgasm of the night racked her body after being denied the release of it for so long. I rubbed my fingers together, pinching the key to my woman's lock through my shirt, knowing I was the man for her, and knowing she was mine. It seemed as though she planned on having me keep the tiny locket on her clit ring for longer than tonight. I knew I would have to let her out of it eventually to clean it, but I had a feeling that this lock was a kind of promise ring. As long as she wore it, and I had the key, she was mine, and I was hers.