The Latex Errands

It is HARD to write for some people. Getting inside someone's head and hitting their fetishes is usually a relatively easy thing. But some people are Big Deals in the kink community, people who do this professionally. For them, it's hard to separate what they actually like and what they professionally like.

Even more to the point, it's hard to write something that will appeal to them, these larger-than-life people who have done things most of us don't even dare to dream about. Somehow, I've managed, a few times, to still give them something they like; I know avaamnesia liked her story. Hopefully, this story will please its intended audience, both the specific person and everyone else as well.

Enjoy!

Latex Errands

 Jenn crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot. “Let me see it.”

With a sigh, Brad unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. He rolled the latex shorts down from his waist until the plastic case around his cock. He pulled his shirt up and away from his waist so she could get a good look.

She reached down and lifted the plastic cage, turning it from side to side, letting her fingernail slip inside to rub gently against the cock that couldn't get erect if he tried.

“It's not as effective as the metal kind would be,” she said, turning it this way and that, curling her finger underneath the cage, along the sensitive skin below his scrotum. “But I suppose there isn't much choice, is there?”

Brad shook his head. “The metal detectors would go off.”

She took the tiny padlock between her fingers. “Will this set it off?”

“No,” he said. “It's mostly plastic.”

Jenn nodded, gestured for him to turn around. His ass was clear, and from what she could tell, looked clean. “I'd really like to put the plug in now,” she said. “But it wouldn't get through security.”

He turned around, his eyes both suspicious and frightened. “Why not?”

She smirked at him. “It's metal,” she said. “Has to be; otherwise it wouldn't conduct any electricity.”

He jumped, just a little, as if imagining the feeling the electric pulse would provide. “Oh,” he said.

She laughed. “Pull your underwear back on,” she said. “And take the pants the rest of the way off. Shirt too.”

Brad rolled the latex back up, shifting a bit to get the cage somewhere comfortable. Soon, it was all he was wearing.

Jenn started unbuttoning her shirt. As soon as the top button came undone, Brad could see the latex underneath. She smirked at his reaction, pulling her blouse completely off and dropping it on the floor. She kicked off her shoes and unhooked her pants. They slid easily down the slick latex covering her legs.

She put her hands on her hips and let him take her in. She watched him look her up and down. She saw his eyes scan from the latex pressing into her collar bone to the edges of the shining corset. He licked his lips as he looked past her waist, pausing briefly at the glimpse of zipper he was able to see tucked away beneath more latex. She tongued at her frenulum piercing as he looked at the curves of her legs, at the way the latex seemed poured over her body, over her feet. His eyes moved back up over her hips, along the curves of the corset, and down her arms. He stopped briefly at the folded back tips of her arm gauntlets, noticing that the ring meant for her middle finger to press through was a hard plastic, not metal.

She turned slowly, so he could see that the corset was laced tight, so he could see the shape of her shoulder muscles, so he could see the curves of her ass. When she finished spinning, she smiled. Her frenulum piercing sparkled right along with the mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Understand yet?” she asked.

Brad looked at her full body latex suit, then down at the latex underwear he had on. “Why did you worry about things being made of metal?”

She laughed. “We're going to run some errands,” she said. “No more questions until you're dressed.”

He reached down for his pants. Jenn held up a hand to stop him. “Not that,” she said. “Not yet. First put on what's in the bag.”

Brad turned around to where she was pointing. The bag on the table made him a bit nervous, but he looked inside anyway. The first thing he pulled out was a pair of stockings. They were sheer, with a long black line up the back and lace around the thigh. He set them aside and pulled out the next item: a pair of latex pantyhose that he knew would fit him. The next item, a latex teddy that made him think of a french maid, was also his size. The frilly lace collar would complete the maid look, if only he had a puffy skirt. But the skirt wasn't puffy. It was sheer; a short skirt with a long slit up the side.

“Go on,” Jenn said. She settled in a chair and crossed one leg over the other. She gestured for him to get dressed.

Brad sat down across from her and pulled on the pantyhose. They rolled up his legs, a skin without hair. The actual stockings slid on easily after that, staying up on their own even before he fastened on the skirt.

She had to help him lace up the teddy, smiling to herself when he grunted from how tightly she pulled the laces. The lace collar went on easily, and he took a moment to twirl for her once it was all on.

“How does it feel?” she asked.

“Tight.” He was breathing a bit shallow, trying to get use to the pressure. “But good.”

Jenn grinned at him. “Okay,” she said. “Now help me get my pants back on.”

He knelt in front of her and helped slide the pants up her legs. He smiled up at her. She sneered down at him. “This isn't meant to be a show,” she said, her voice throaty and cold. “It's difficult to bend over in this corset. So get to work.” She snapped her fingers at him.

He moved more quickly, hooking the pants on, zipping them up, and quickly reaching for her blouse without having to be told.

Jenn buttoned up her shirt as he stood up, blushing a bit. “Now, my little latex maid,” she said, “Put your clothes back on.”

He looked a bit confused, as if wondering if he should take off what he was wearing first.

“Go on,” she said. “We can't exactly go in public with you looking like that, can we? Put your clothes on. Over top.”

She turned away and picked up a vest, buttoning it on over her shirt, looking all the more professional for it. She slipped her feet back into the sharp heels as she heard him buckling his belt.

Brad buttoned up his own shirt and retied his tie. Jenn stepped forward and adjusted his collar, making sure the lace wasn't showing from underneath it. She pulled his tie a bit tighter than it probably needed to be. She stepped back and looked him up and down.

“You look quite dapper,” she said. “Just like a real man.”

He blushed again. “Thank you,” he said. “Can I ask where we're going now?”

“Oh, nowhere special. Just a few places around town.”

“So why worry about the metal detectors?”

She smiled and raised a perfectly curved eyebrow.

“Where are we going?”

“A few errands,” she said. “We're going to go to the courthouse, then to the airport. We're taking a short hop to Chicago for dinner. Then we'll hit a club for a little while and fly back.”

He let out a sigh. “And what happens if we get searched at one of these places?” he asked.

She shrugged.

“Every place you mentioned has us passing through security,” he said. She nodded. “Some of them with x-rays.”

“Yep,” she said. “It's almost as if there will be dozens of people who might see what you're wearing under your clothes.”

“They'll see what you're wearing too,” he said.

Jenn shrugged. “I'm just wearing a body suit and a corset. Not that big of a deal. You're the big manly man wearing a maid's uniform.”

“What if they stop us and search me?”

She smiled. “Then you're going to have to do a lot of fast talking, aren't you?”

“But--”

“There's nothing illegal about what you're wearing,” she said. “It's not like anyone's going to put you in jail or anything. They might decide to strip search you, of course.” She smirked. “But other than being inconvenient, what's wrong with that? Wouldn't be the first time you've had latex gloves pressed against your prostate, would it? Hell, you might even enjoy it.”

“Please,” he said.

She held up a hand that silenced him better than any gag. “Maybe we can encourage those searches. Some kind of joke made at the wrong time, something to piss off the security guards enough to want to go ahead and do a full search. Make them want to do a cavity search. I wonder how far they put their hands up there. Do you think they go further than I do?”

He shook his head, eyes wide, begging her to stop.

“I bet they'll be surprised at how easy it is,” she said. “How their hands just slide right in. Almost as if you've had hands up there before. Do you think that will make them less suspicious, or more? I'd think it would make them more suspicious. More concerned that you've hidden something up there.

“Of course, you could just volunteer the information. Tell them that it turns you on to get fisted, that you do it for fun. Tell them that's why you're dressed the way you are. Maybe even point out the cock cage you're locked in. You could tell them how long it's been since you had an erection, since you had an orgasm. Although,” she smiled and tapped her nail against her piercing, “there's a good chance that after a good search or two, you might have one anyway. That might be hard to explain.”

She walked to the door and picked up her keys. Then she looked back at him and smiled. “Then again,” she said, “Maybe if you finally do cum, orgasming from nothing other than a stranger's hand shoved up your ass, maybe that will give your story a bit of credibility.”

“This isn't fair,” he said.

“It's not supposed to be,” she said, ushering him out of the apartment. She locked the door behind him and gestured for the stairs. “But don't worry about it. Just because that's the only way you're going to cum doesn't mean that it has to happen that way. Maybe we'll get lucky. Maybe there won't be any random searches. Maybe there won't be any need for a cavity search. Maybe no one will ever find out what you're wearing underneath all that.”

He sighed. “So either I get horribly embarrassed and get manhandled by random security guards, or you just tease me all night long?”

She smiled at him. “Yep.”

“I don't know if I can do this.”

“Of course you can,” she said. “And if you do it without complaining, then I promise I'll reward you.”

“How? Will you give me the key?”

She laughed. “Why would I do that?” she asked. “No, I mean if you're good, if you go the whole night without anyone else doing a cavity search, and you don't complain... well, if you do all that, then I'll give you a nice” she gave him an evil smile, “and thorough search of my own. Maybe you'll cum from that.”

He sighed, nodded, and headed down the stairs, opening the door and stepping outside.

She chuckled to herself as she followed. “Not that I'd let that happen,” she said to herself. Security guards may know how to search, but Jenn knew how to tease and tease and tease without letting him go over the edge.

Ever.