Look at it this way, now I'm your guardian, you're my responsibility. You get fed and clothed, I don't even want to rape you or anything. All you have to do is follow instructions, a bit of housework and I look after you. To be honest I didn't plan it this way, but as they say 'shit happens'' She slumped inside as it dawned on her that she was the prisoner of this madman and getting out alive might not be too likely. Still she held her resolve and just watched him as he joined her in the cellar proper. The rubberised girl watched as the man descended the stairs, she had already decided her best route lay in co-operation so she stayed sat on her blanket. With that she unzipped her boots and threw them off to the side before undoing her catsuit all the way and peeling herself out of it. I’d met this girl this morning and she was now naked I front of me and showing off her perfect tits. She noticed I was staring a bit and smiled. God how she hated having to walk everywhere. No buses served her village and with no job there was no way she could afford a car or take taxi's, so it was shanksies into town even on this disgusting foggy morning. Well at least she had her walkman, she turned the volume up and walked along on autopilot, she never even heard the car as it came up behind her on the narrow lane, it's door mirror catching catching her bag strap as it passed. It happened so fast, the sudden pull, the spinning round, loss of balance and the scream as she hit the road and unconscious.

American Horror Stories” is the name of the latest show – the subtle pluralisation of the title distinguishing it as a separate spin-off series. An anthology of self-contained horror stories, the episodes nevertheless heavily reference the original series. Enter: The Rubber Woman. I hesitated on what to do but I didn’t want to disappoint her and what the hell it might not be too bad She undid the top zip stepped into the legs and pulled it up and onto her shoulders then did the zip all the way up.You can now find a wide range of rubber outfits, masks, shoes and boots in a variety of sizes and styles without any of them looking like you went to a fancy dress shop.

If I was at a private party, I might wear skintight clothing depending on the event, ie a catsuit maybe with a hood/mask. How kinky was this girl she might be even more than me I thought to myself. I then realised despite I wasn’t gagged so I called out. You have 15 minutes. And one more thing when you come out I’ll be in mistress mode and I won’t stop unless you give me the safe signal. It’s winking your right eye then left repeatedly. Got it cause if you forget that and I go too far you’ll have to deal with it. Don’t worry I won’t hurt you or anything but it might get intense.” I’ve always liked the look of skintight materials, and it started with women in lycra swimsuits, but soon went to rubber.Aww but you look so cute and sexy in it, don’t you want to look nice for your mistress?” She pouted and frowned at me as she spoke You gonna play ball? Otherwise I will have to find a buyer, I hear the Moroccans like western women' the last was meant as a threat but it came over very half hearted. She nodded her head to agree to his terms. Your not exactly in a position to make demands but seen as your the first guy if met who seems to be into this stuff I may have uses for you. You do like latex don’t you?” She nodded like a mad woman and I turned up to 5. She started slowly air humping and her moans got louder. I walked over to her and felt her tits through the latex pushing the vibrators against her more and making her louder with ever movement I made.

Let me start by introducing myself, My name is Ryan im 19 5ft 10 and without bragging im in pretty decent shape. This whole thing started when the new neighbours moved in next door. Now that your tied I have some toys you may have been more objectionable to” she let out a little sniggerAs she spoke she held her crop up to my mouth, knowing what she wanted I opened my mouth and held the crop with my teeth So, after some difficulty, I removed the dust from the long sleeve rubber shirt and slid it over my head. I struggled to get my arms into the sleeves, trying to slide the rubber over my skin. There was resistance, but I finally got them through. Now all I had to do was pull the rest of the rubber down over my torso. Easy, right? He led her upstairs to the bathroom where he removed her remaining garments leaving her stood wearing nothing but a coat of rubber. He carefully dug into the rubber and she felt cool air touch her skin as he pulled at it. She got the ring off because I didn’t trust myself to do it then pulled off her gloves and sat on the end of the bed Also, if anyone thinks they are too big or unshapely for rubber, then they would be surprised at how they can look in it.