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Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2011 20:10:02 -0400
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Sensations
by Gargoyle

Long-distance friends who share a kinky disposition meet in a
hotel room to indulge some fetishes.
MF/FM switch, bd, sm, fetish, latex, wetsuits
Share and re-publish freely, but don't claim ownership, nor
profit from my fine sordid works.


I come out of the bathroom a little nervously, changed into my
black lycra shorts and top. The high collar ever so slightly
tight around my neck, and the tight shorts accentuating the
curves of my ass, and stretching out in front to accommodate the
growing bulge.

You look up from your lounge chair in surprise, and just fail to
stifle a giggle at the sight of me. You walk towards me at my
beckon, and I place your hands on me, one on my ass, the other
onto my crotch. You squeeze the tightening erection fighting
against my shorts a little too hard, causing my cock to pulse in
response.

"Not so fast. I need your help with something first."
"What?"
"My wetsuit is dirty."
"You want me to clean it?" you ask incredulously.
"Sort of. They say the best way to clean a wetsuit is to put it
on, and then soap yourself up into a nice lather as though just
having a normal shower."
"uhm."
"The trouble is, it's even harder to reach your back in a wetsuit
than normal. I need you to help me wash myself."
"Uhm. okay." You say with another laugh.

"Of course you can't wear that."
"What?"
"I've got another suit for you to wear."
"What!?"
I reach into my suitcase and hold up some shiny black fabric.
It's lycra clothes like mine, but as a one piece suit, black with
pink accent panels under the short arms and in between the legs,
and a low cut pink collar.

"I'll get suited up while you go change", I tell you, pushing the
suit into your hands with one hand and guiding you with the other
into the bathroom by the rump, with a smart smack on the ass
before I pull the door closed.

When you emerge in the skintight black and pink suit, I'm
standing ready, erection straining through the skintight neoprene
rubber suit I'm wearing, black with blue accents on the arms. I
walk up to you grinning, and without warning pinch both your
nipples, which clearly poke through the fabric. You grip my ass
with one hand in response, the other feeling my chest.

"I need you to zip me up." I say, turning around so you can draw
up the zipper and fasten the velco collar tight around my neck.
You put your arms around my middle and pull yourself into my back
for a while.

"We'd better get you suited up too if you're going to wash me."
"I thought I was suited up." You say, confused.
"I got you a wetsuit too. You'll get cold standing there all wet
while you wash me. Besides, a new suit needs cleaning too, so we
can do each other."
"Doing each other is exactly what I had in mind." you chuckle.
"All in good time, my dear." I say, pulling a wetsuit matching
your lycra skin from my bag. I pull it half inside out and hold
it open for you to step into, pulling it up to your hips, then
stretching out the sleeves for you to put your arms inside. I
flatten it out over your body and you give out a little whoop as
I pull the zipper up your back, fastening the low cut pink rubber
lined collar. There's pink rubber panels across the the arms and
legs and down the back, and your breasts push against the black
rubber chest, shining in the light.

We're now both fully suited up, and I waste no time pulling you
hard against me, grinding each other, my hands up and down you,
probing between your legs and into your rubber clad ass, you
having similar ideas.

"Dirty girl."
"I'm the dirty one?" you ask in mock surprise.
"Absolutely. I'd better lather you up to get you clean, and
you'll probably still need a good beating afterwards."
"If I'm dirty, what does that make you?"
"Filthy. You'd better clean me too."
You smile slyly and pull me into the bathroom by the cock through
my suit. We look at ourselves for a while in the massive mirror,
and then I turn on the water, full cold, and pull you in.

It's shocking at first, but as they slowly flush, the suits do
their job and it's warm enough for both of us. I leave the water
running and pull you out, handing you some soap, while running
more over your suit, building up a thick white lather easily. It
gets easier over time as you're slowly covered in white,
slippery, glistening soapy foam. The feeling as you do the same
to me with increasing vigour is ecstasy, our hands sliding
effortlessly over each other's shining, rubber clad bodies.

Breathing hard, I push you bodily into the wall, our slipping
bodies pressed against each other, my thigh forcing yours apart,
and your body up higher agains the wall. You squeeze me very hard
as you start convulsing against me.

When you're finished I take your hand and pull you back into the
shower, turning it up to warm, and slowly begin taking off your
suit. Starting with unfastening the collar, pulling down the zip
slowly, and pulling the suit slowly down your body, revealing the
now wet lycra underneath as you begin pulling off my own suit. We
repeat the same dance under the stream of warm water and rinsing
suds, slippering and shining as we press against each other,
leaving the heavy wet suits at our feet.

This time you're not satisfied, and without warning you reach
into my shorts and grab my cock. I breathe in sharply, letting
you do as you will. You pull down my shorts and pull my shirt up,
throwing both onto the pile in the corner. My cock stands out
horizontal, my heaving chest inflated with air and blood. I unzip
the back of your thin pink suit and pull it down you in one swift
motion, my eyes fixed on your small pert breasts.

We pause a moment looking at each other naked for the first time,
as you reach out and grab my hips. I grab yours, lift you, and
pull you into me as I enter you. I shove you hard against the
wall, pushing in deep. I move in and out, lifting you and moving
you back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts. Pushing you into
the wall with my body, I use one hand to play with your cunt, the
other pushes your breasts up so I can grab the nipple between my
teeth and tongue, and I shove you hard as you start convulsing
for the second time, and I spray my hot load, my cock pumping
with its own life deep inside you.

My strength flagging, I lift you, cock still buried in your cunt,
and carry you over to the bed, where I fall backwards with you on
top, then roll you off onto the side. My cock, still spasming,
slowly softens inside you as I drift off, lost to the world.

**

When I wake, you're just fastening the first ankle cuff around
me. I turn over in confusion, discovering my wrists are cuffed to
the top of the bed, attached to long tethers, so I can move them
around a bit, but not enough to reach each other. It must've let
you get them on me without waking me up. I don't bother to fight
you. You've changed into a shiny, pink dress, made of latex or
something similar. It's very short, but also quite loose, almost
too big. Your nipples are visible through the stretchy material,
and the skirt doesn't cover your bare ass.

I do my best to lie back and look comfortable and smug - a task
not easily accomplished with my limbs quickly being fastened
spread-eagle to the bed.

As you fasten my final ankle I ask, "What exactly have you got in
mind?"
"You bad boy." You reply matter of factly. "Corrupting innocent
little me by subjecting me to your sordid kinky fetishes."
"I didn't hear any complaints. Anyway. You can talk. I said you
were naughty."
"Actually, you said I was dirty, and then you thoroughly cleaned
me, before corrupting me with your dirty seed again."
"Ah. So what's this?"
"Punishment for your bad behaviour."
"Tying me up is punishment?"
"No, whipping your naked body while you're tied up is
punishment."
"Oh crap."
"Mmhmm."
"erm, Stop?"
"That reminds me. These walls may have sound-proofing for most of
our fun, but there's only so much screaming people will ignore in
the hotel corridors. Where's your gags? I know you brought some."
"Hah. Try my smaller suitcase, bottom section."

You rummage through for a few minutes with the suitcase out of my
view on the ground, looking up at me mischieviously a couple of
times before presenting a head-harness ball gag.

"Open wide." you command, which I do with a groan as you pop the
red ball behind my teeth and begin fastening straps over and
behind my head, holding the ball firmly in place. A final strap
fastens under my chin, preventing me from opening my mouth any
further. Despite the groan, you notice my cock gradually standing
up straighter and growing with the process of restraining me.
With that accomplished, one by one, you adjust the tethers
attached to my cuffs, taking up the slack, until I'm taut,
spreadeagle, cock pointing obscenely at the ceiling.

"That should do. Let's get started with the *first* part of your
punishment, shall we?"
"mmirft!?"
You laugh at my discomfort and disappear from view again into the
next room. You walk back in slowly, hips swaying slightly, a very
mischievious grin on your face. You slowly raise your arm to
reveal the black leather whip it holds, a few feet long.
I voice my objection, not kidding now.
"You filled out the same survey I did. It was your idea!" you
hold out the limits contract we both filled out. "'Heavy bondage,
heavy whipping.' It's right here. That's your writing, isn't it?"
"mmmph"
You stroke my cock with the handle of the whip, then a harder
expression comes over your face. You turn the whip around and
slowly raise it, high above your head.

*crack*
The first of many blows comes down across one of my thighs. Ten
minutes later, there's dozens of light welts to match it across
my thighs, upper arms, chest and stomach. You swap the cuffs,
turn me over, and give me a set to match on my back, sides,
thighs, and ass. Half way through I stop struggling and yelling
into my gag, dazed, simply accepting each new blow. When you're
finished, I lay there on my front, breathing heavily through my
nose. You undo all of the straps, pull out the gag, and slowly
rub my whole body with baby oil, soothing the lasting stings. My
system has run out of adrenaline, and the pain long since peaked,
leaving only the burning afterglow of the endorphins flooding my
body. As you continue the massage, some time I drift off into
exhaustion for the second time.

**

I regain awareness some time later, the first sensation I become
aware of is your tit in my mouth. I give it a little suck and you
giggle, running your hand through my hair.
"Awake then are you?" You're naked again.
I roll over, aware of the warm sting from the whip marks as I do.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. That was... I hope you enjoyed that."
"mmhmm. Not finished with you yet though."
"Ah. You said 'first' part of my punishment."
"That's right. And I don't want any complaints about it either,
or I'll give you another session with my whip first!"
I sigh, resigned. "So what did you have in mind?"
"I played along with your dirty little fetish."
"I know it's weird, but I thought you liked it."
"It is, and I do, but it's still *your* fetish, not mine. So now
it's your turn to try mine."
"Fair enough. What do you want me to do?"
"You know the dress I had on earlier?"
"Oh yeah, that was hot. But latex is hardly punishment for me
y'know."
"I'm glad you think so, because it's at the foot of the bed, and
it's your size. Put it on."

==
End. TBC? I do still owe her a beating, so we'll wait and see.

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