Mistress Carmen and her apprentice basement

Nicole slipped on her shiny black PVC basque, tight across her hips and breasts, just loose on her waist, which held up her stockings with suspenders. The shoulder straps tucked her breasts in. As she moved in front of the mirror, she admired her looks. Her hair curls spilled onto her shoulders and down her back.
The doorbell rang. For a moment she hesitated, then, as it rang again, she puts on a black PVC raincoat and d****d herself in before going for the door. She looked thru the peep-hole and saw a small, slim man, carrying a large zipped up bag. As his hand went to the buzzer a third time, Nicole decided to opened the door.

"Come in" she purred. His eyes locked to her face, then starred at the beautiful pvc coat. She leaned forward, holding the coat closed with one hand and pulling him in with the other. "I don't have all day, you know." She told him, as they sat in the flat's tiny living space.

"Now, I've become this lady apprentice who has been coming here to visit me regularly for a while, so you'd better explain what it is you normally do." She said, hoping he wouldn't notice the tremor in her voice as she sat down.
Surprised he asked "Who's this lady since your her apprentice?"
"That is none of your business slaveboy" and the PVC raincoat rustled aside to reveal her stocking covered legs.

He said that he was a rubber slave, and that it was his duty to maintain and prepare Mistress's rubber clothing's. Gesturing to the bag, he told nicole that a few items had finally arrived from the designers, and some favoured toys had been adjusted according to the Nicole's requirements. Nicole was looking quite nervous. She had no idea that the girl who had asked her to look after the keys to the downstairs flat went in for this kind of thing! This women had her own fantasies which had driven her wild wanting to come downstairs and play with her, and then to slip into a revealing outfit she had hung up in the bedroom. Should she go through with this any further? It wouldn't do any harm to look at the clothes, anyway, since they would have to be left here for when this lady returned.

"Very well," she said, "Let us see what you have brought."

He jumped up eagerly and unzipped the bag, pulling forth a items of red and black objects. As he started to carefully lay each item out on the table, she grew impatient: "Yes, thank you, err, slave. I want to wear them, not look at them on display."

"Sorry Mistress" he replied immediately. "Should I go and wait for you?"

"Yes." The sound of command in her voice was easy to maintain. "I'll put all this stuff on and then see what we should do with you."

His eyes widened "All of it, mistress?"

"Yes. Now leave me in peace."

Twenty minutes later, she was beginning to wish she hadn't been so hash. Walking towards the door, she felt her heart sink as the door opened to reveal a flight of stairs, going down into a dimly lit, black painted space. Sliding her hand on the railing as she descended the steps. She decided to wear and put on a catsuit made of thin red rubber, covering her from her toes to her neck, her catsuit was gleaming from hours of attentive polishing. Below her breasts was a heavy, shiny leather corset, pinching her waist and making her breasts push in. A black seamed stocking snaked it way down to her feet. And the stainless steel collar making her shine even more. Most bizarre was her hood. It covered her ears, smoothing her head and making her own heartbeat and breath loud. Made from transparent and pink rubber, it left her face exposed but covered her hair, having a long black pony tail fixed to the crown of the head. She zipped the hood up.

The slave was wearing a hood of black rubber, a very tight hourglass shaping corset of heavy, boned black rubber, and a pair of high heeled black leather ankle boots. His cock was held inside a black rubber condom which extended over his balls.

"Mistress, you are more beautiful than I could ever have imagined!" He cried, his hand moving slowly and carefully towards his encased penis. Gently, he began to rub it, watching her all the while. Nicole realized that she wanted to tell him to stop, that this was the usual response a mistress would say. No, she couldn't do that.

"Keep doing that slut." She said, walking round him slowly. His breath was loud due by the mask and became heavy. "But don't cum. I want you ready to serve me, not disinterested. Is this your suit?"

“Yes, mistress." It was black, polished heavy rubber, smooth at the front and zipped up the arms and legs at the back. She lay it out like an open skin on a nearby long table and made him lay face down on top of it. At first the arrangement confused her, but then she realised that the zips were arranged so that the suit could be put on an immobile person.

Pulling the ends together at his booted ankles and around his wrists, she pulled the zippers all the way up each arm to meet at the shoulder, and all the way up each leg to meet in the small of his back. As she straddled his buttocks to finally close the last zip up his back, she caught sight of herself in a large mirror, the perfect, powerful mistress! Every movement she made forced different parts of the costume to pull at her body, and the protective thin rubber and tight leather combined to make even the faintest touch an ecstasy. She leaned forward to close the strap at the neck of his costume.

She shivered against his rubber enclosed buttocks for a moment they both moaned, softly, then she realised this was all rather too much, and jumped hastily off the bench.

'Get up, slave', her voice raged with lust, she stood with her legs apart as he carefully got up from the table. 'Stand there with your legs together and your hands behind your back. My, you do have a small cock, don't you?'

'Y-yes, mistress' he murmured, a hole in the groin of the suit allowed his rubber sheathed cock to poke out, it's head bobbing a few inches away from his stomach. She leaned forward and caresses it with her hand, he moaned from the sensations as it came to a halt.

"Now, if you weren't a pathetic slave, you'd be disgusted with that thing at the moment, wouldn't you? Pushing it at me, trying to get me to touch it, seeing if it turned me on... well, it does, but only because it's in my power and under my control." She made a pincer with the thumb and forefinger of one hand and tried to dig her nails in on either side of the bulge, black-covered thing. it's size meant that she dug into the top instead. He yelped and rocked back on the wobbly heels.

"Ouch, that hurts... Mistress" the slight pause made her look up.

"Careful, slave. Little worms like you are just pathetic, the size of your dick. I can, after all, hurt it in a very great deal of pain if you decide to mock me.'

'Y-Y-Yes, mistress.' This time there was no delay. 'I don't want to be hurt mistress, how may I be of service to you?'

She stood back, hands on hips, and began walking slowly around him. "Keep looking straight ahead." she barked. "Now, I wonder how capable you are at cleaning things." once behind him, she stepped suddenly up to his back, slipping an arm around his chest and pushing her breasts and groin against his back and buttocks. The other hand she held in front of his face, a couple of inches clear. "How well equipped are you? Touch my palm with your tongue."

His tongue shot out, she moved her hand away, and he remained in contact for at least another inch. "Turn around." she ordered. Now his blank rubber mask was only inches from her smooth, beautiful face. She noticed a small zip over the mouth, and pulled it shut. "There. Don't want that tongue coming out uninvited, do we, Slave?” A muffled sound, and he shook his head. Slowly, with her eyes fixed on his eye, she extended her own tongue and licked around his cheeks, his chin and his nose and his small prick could just be felt. She caressed his beautiful corset, running her hands all over it, simply admiring it. His rubber-constrained body and her catsuit was built up with heat quickly. His cock twitched frantically.

"Yesss, that's nice, isn't it." With their bodies moulded to one another inside the rubber.
"You like the idea of being in your mistress arms, under her control. It even makes you small and stiff, doesn't it?" The cock shuddered between them, and she pushed him back this was going to be fun.
"But you can't have it your own way all the time. Go and stand over there in front of that rack." He nodded humbly and walked in his feminine ways over to the X shaped wooden leather post which leather straps and white rope. By the time he had got there, she had struck another pose, two fingers of each hand curled around each big polished nipple, leaning back against the table, legs apart, the bulging crotch of the suit exposed by her spread legs.

"I bet you'd like to suck these tits." she stated, cupping the hot rubber breasts in the palms of her hands. "And ram your tongue up my pussy, have my hips grind down on your nose and mouth. Keep your hands away from that prick, unless you want to come now, you have to drink it!" His hand jumped back to his side. "Now, lean back there and spread your legs."
He obeyed. She pounced forward, leaning her weight against him in a sudden assault, grabbing each wrist in her hand and lifting it up to the cuffs at the top of the cross. Once again, her face was inches from his, her breasts was compressing into his chest. A wide elastic strap secured his waist, and she knelt swiftly, shivering as the corset and suit gripped her, to clip the ankle cuffs to his boots. A yank on the ankle cords and he was immobilised.

She stepped back, hands on hips, smiling and admiring at his position, his cock straining up from his hips, his hooded face leaning pathetically forward to look at her up and down.
"You'd like to lick these, wouldn't you slave?" She stirred each nipple. Too much more of that and she'd come. she licked each finger and wiped her nipples with the dampness instead. The slave groaned. "No!" she said."Don't move!" There were some straps loose on the cross and she stepped forward and secured each leg and his waist to the wood and pulled them tight.

Again, she stepped back. "That's better. It's for me to move about and you to watch." She squeezed her breasts together, breathing deeply, then leaned back against the table before running her hands down over the corset, slipping her fingers beneath the G-string. She took it off, revealing the smooth red rubber of the crotch of the suit and the top of the opening. She turned and undone the fasteners at the back, letting each side of the g-string hang down, before staring into the eyes of the helpless slave, spreading her legs apart, and pulling the short fat plug out of her sopping pussy. She turned back, bent over to present her loosely-open, darkly engorged lips to him and scooped her fingers in-between them, licking off the rich juice hanging there.
"See, slave, see how badly your mistress wants to be fucked."

She strode across to him, and leaned her full weight against him again, moving her leg to entrap his cock against her damp cunt. Swiftly, she brought the G-string up to his face, detached the mouthplug, and rammed it into his mouth. "There." she said softly. "Suck that." Her hips began to move back and forth on his trapped cock. "I've been waiting for this for a while, you worm" she hissed, reaching down...

There was the sudden creak and slam of the door at the top of the stairs, echoing down into the dungeon. In panic, she clutched at the slave, her eyes wide as she turned to look at the stairs. Descending the stairs were a pair of legs encased in smooth black seamed stockings, the feet perched in impossibly high-heeled black court shoes. Whoever it was had double-jointed ankles, having no trouble negotiating the stairs. She was taking their time, as if she knew what she would find. Nicole found herself quivering with heat and tension was making her sweat, suddenly.
"My goodness" The voice said.

The women then took a leisurely stroll thru the dungeon and around the frozen pair In the darkness. Nicole could just about bear to move her head to watch the girl. If she moved, she would collapse. She didnt know who this women was. "How did she even get in here?" Nicole thought to herself
Before shifting her attention to the rubber slave, "What a surprise to see you down here gurl!"
He gazed over to the dark figure women and just then he was in shock as he had recognized this women voice, she revealed herself walking into the light, It was his Mistress. He never expected his Mistress to have an apprentice slave
It was Carmen, Mistress Carmen, the women who owned the flat and basement which she looked after. She was dressed in those impossibly high heels, sheer silk stockings with seams, and a clinging black dress. A leather jacket hanging over her breasts.
"And you look the part, too. I knew we were the same size, but I didn't expect you to have any of these interests and doesn't that hood work well with that collar?" The sentence finished with Carmen right behind her, and she felt a hand move down across her buttocks, hot in the rubber, and to her most intimate spot before giving her a good smack across her buttock.

Nicole could see Mistress Carmen stiffen suddenly, and the slave ceased it movements.
"Were you intending to fuck my apprentice gurl?"
He shook his head. Carmen grabbed the back of Nicole head in rubber, her hand surprisingly strong, and turned her head to present her ear, flattened under the rubber, to Carmen's mouth. "Did you want to get fucked whore? Were you expecting a slave of mine to fuck your box?" Her voice was so low, soft, hash and yet so threatening, Nicole was shaking with fear as she answered "Err, no, honestly no."

"NO WHAT?" Mistress Carmen yelled

"No Mistress Carmen" Nicole said weakly

Carmen pulled her back from where she lay against the slave, by gripping the curve of her skull through the rubber, like a puppet. She was becoming a frightened puppy. Despite the fact that they were exactly the same size and shape, Carmen's incredibly high heels gave her a couple of inches of height advantage. She stood Nicole in the middle of the floor. She pressed hard into Nicole body and pushing in each nipple, making her shudder. Then Carmen attached the g-string at the front of the corset and had her bend over the table, raising her ass into the air.

"My slave, you weren't wearing these properly at all." she said sweetly as Carmen's heels clicked across the room and back, and then Nicole felt fear surround herself. She then felt a cool sensation around her tight hole. Carmen inserted the dildo and bead on the g string into her holes and forced inside as the back was clipped into place. Carmen's gloved hand pushed on the outside of the G-string, making the plug and the hard beads grind against one another through the inside walls of her pussy and asshole, and Nicole moaned and slithers across the table.

"Hmm, very good. Almost ready." Carmen purred. "Now, you've been a bad bitch, coming too close to my slave like that. Look at the state you've left him in." She grabbed Nicole shoulders and yanked her around. So she stood uneasy, then gripped her firmly by the neck slightly squeezing her throat making her choke a little and rubbed her pussy through the latex after Mistress Carmen had shoved her over to the still, black figure slave.

The strong, slim hands of Carmen pushed the now vulnerable and scared Nicole down to her knees without struggle, positioning her head up close to the rubber covered, straining cock. "See what your juices have done to my slave?" Carmen snarled.
The top of the cock was covered in Nicole thick juice mixed with the lubricant jelly she'd smeared on the vaginal plug. It was clear what was required of her, she stuck her tongue out, Nicole was afraid of being smacked in the face, she wiped up a blob near the base of the shaft.
"No!" Nicole head was violently thrusted back and Carmen's face was instantly in her face. "You have to SUCK it. Properly. Now suck it slut. And you, slave gurl, if you cum, it's six hours in the restriction suit." Mistress Carmen crackled

Nicole swallowed nervously, then tilted her head to one side and wrapped her lips around the hot black cock. Carefully, she moved her lips far down the shaft. While she concentrated on sucking hard to remove the juice, she could feel Carmen's gloved hand adjusting the plug in her cunt through the G-string. "Suck it well slut, in and out, bitch." Carmen's voice was hardening, sharp and dominant, gaining an edge and a command that made Nicole wet. Slowly, she let the cock slide out of her mouth, simultaneously pushing back against cock.
Behind her, Carmen took a breath. The slave shifted suddenly in his bonds, and she quickly pulled Nicole's head back off his dick. "No coming yet, either of you. First of all we will take care of my needs. Nicole you bitch, untie him."

Nicole stood and reached around the slave to undo the various straps. This time, as she drew close, Nicole turned her head to see Carmen watching every movements she does. She kept her eyes down, looking at the floor and occasionally his cock, now slick and shiny with her saliva. She could hardly believe what had happened to her, kneeling on the floor, sucking that thing. The slave pushed himself away from the cross, looking towards Carmen, who stood with her arms crossed, legs slightly apart.
"Stand straight and let me look at you." She said, walking to and from in those heels, breasts bulging into the leather jacket "Two slaves... just for me. Must be getting pretty uncomfortable in those costumes, I bet. Maybe I'll have you stand here at attention for an hour or two. Or maybe I'll just have you perform on each other for my pleasure. You, Michelle, come here and help me with this."

She raised the back of the jacket, exposing the zip of the dress. Michelle wiggled across to her helped her unzip the dress. Underneath, the stockings were held up by the suspenders, stretched from a gleaming, boned corset made from leather. The leather jacket still covered her breasts but she wore no knickers, her naked, smooth-shaven pussy was plainly visible, even from behind. She turned, her clit bulging out, and walked past the kneeling, shaking and scared Nicole.
"Nervous, my dear? That's probably a very good idea." Accompanied by the sound of a drawer being opened. "Now, let's see who gets to fuck whom, shall we?" Carmen decided that Michelle cock would need to be in chastity and proceeded to lock it up.

Into Nicole's vision came a device, a long black rubber dildo, attached to a pair of black rubber pants. On the pants Nicole could see veined shaft, with no balls at it's base. Then Mistress Carmen scrunched the pants into a ball and grabbed Michelle, the male slave, by the chastised cock. "Suck" she demanded, unzipping her facemask and plunging the dildo deep into her mouth. She sucked greedily. Her eyes then feasted onto Nicole's eyes. "Stand up, slut, and come over here. I want you behind her, your bodies pressed together. You, gurl, keep sucking."
The trio moved across to the table, and Carmen pushed Nicole down to her knees. 'Spread your legs, Nicole. Michelle, lie down and start licking her pussy with your mouth. Mmmm.... Michelle, lick!"

From where Michelle was lying, she could see up to where Nicole incredible tongue was flickering over Carmen's shaven mound. She teased her clit and diving deep within her tight and juicy hole. Even while she ate her pussy, Michelle was concentrating totally on the spread cunt in front of her. Nicole slurping eagerly at the juices, licking Carmen's fingers as they occasionally appeared to rub at her clit. Nicole, feeling herself violated inside and constrained outside, her nipples pushing against the suit. She cupped her breast and sucked hungrily on Carmen's pussy. Michelle continued to licked Nicole pussy and gripped her hand on her chastised cock was becoming increasingly frustrated wanting to touch her cock and stroke it.

After a little while, Nicole gasped and spasmed, she her hips away.
"I said just lick the pussy, bitch slave!" Carmen said loudly. "Right. Nicole, get out of the way. Michelle, stand up and clean my juices off her hood, now." Michelle was smiling, in a not very nice way.

"STOP THAT." Definitely the voice of command. "Michelle, kneel and take that cunt cover off her. Pull the beads out with your teeth. And turn her around."

As she turned, she saw Carmen just complete putting on the dildo pants was just sliding up into her cunt. Carefully, she wiggled her hips from side to side, pulling the tight pants up over her suspenders and leting it snap flat against the corset. She reached inbetween her legs, behind those balls, and pushed gently, moaning. Then she reached forward and stroked the hard rubber cock lovingly. Michelle tongue suddenly swept down Nicole asscrack, and the beads within were swiftly and brutally withdrawn. The plug in her vagina pulled free as his hands came up between her thighs, and his tongue made her jump and spread her legs at the same time as it invaded her.

"Put her on the table, at the end" was the command. Nicole found herself lying on her back, with her legs being held up and apart by Michelle at her side. Suddenly Mistress Carmen appeared and stood over between Nicole's legs, standing at the end of the table. Without so much as a word, the Mistress Carmen plunged her rubber cock right into her vagina. Nicole's back arched, within the corset, and her mouth hung open at the ecstasy of it. She squeezed the shaft inside her with her muscles, feeling the heavy, hard head buried deep within her.

"Now, bitch, I want you to count. The count is one, two, slowly. Start."
"One...two"
Swiftly the cock was withdrawn. She jerked suddenly, her hands grasped the table.
"One...two"

At the end of the 'two', the dildo was brutally re-inserted, slithering past her lips. She continued to count, jerking helplessly each time the volume of the thing invaded or withdrew. By the twentieth pair count, she was weak . She could just hear Carmen say "and now, bitch, you will come." A finger pushed down on her clit, just as the dildo rammed deep into her, beginning to thrust quickly in and out. Carmen's moans signified her own orgasm incredibly, just as she moaned, there was a deep, warm squirting from Nicole pussy her eyes popped open in astonishment, It was indeed too much.