Kinktober 2018 Day 18 - Latex
#6 of Kinktober
I never realized how much of a different person I could become when wearing something I'd never thought I'd wear. They warned me that it would be a difficult time getting it on, and they weren't kidding. Thought it had been custom-fitted for me, the bodysuit was a sticky, rubbery mess when I first pulled it out of its box. I knew I had to put it on as the only thing I wore. I mean, what was the point if I didn't? I grumbled as I held the thing open, sitting on my bed as I positioned one leg to push into its own.
The resistance was great. I grit my teeth as the rubber rubbed against my skin. The suit wriggled and wobbled against my attemptes, flailing like one of those inflatable tube men tform the car dealerships. Was this supposed to make me sexy?
I dropped the outfit in frustration and sat there, cheeks in my palms, but soon, I noticed the note left in the package. "Try this," it said. I tilted my head and grabbed one of the leaves of the box between my toes. Dragging it closer to me, I saw the smaller box, which read "talc" upon it.
Curiously, I quirked my eyebrow.
Okay, so using that stuff in the bedroom was a bad idea. I'll clean that stuff off later. But in the bathroom, I could see myself covered in the white powder, looking like a vampire. For good measure, I sprinkled so much of the talk into the legs and sleeves of the bodysuit that the feet and fingers felt like a stress ball. Probably not the best effect for a sexy suit, I suppose. I took a deep breath and spread the suit apart, sticking my foot in once again.
I'd be lying if I said there wasn't some trouble getting into it, but at least the dang thing got on. Once I finished, standing there, staring at my half-donned outfit, I gasped. I looked just like Catwoman or some other femme fatale. I needed to see more, to experience the full effect. So, I slip on one arm, and then the other, letting the fabric rub up against my skin and my shoulders.
The final nail was the zipper. I took a deep breath and pulled it up, sighing as the latex gets tighter and tighet around my form. My breasts made the biggest problem and I actually had to stuff one back to zip it up.
Yes, it's hard to breath
But damn, do I look good.