Author Note: I've included a bit of backstory to this one in case I want to expand it in the future. Hopefully it doesn't take away too much from the story and you enjoy it. I welcome all positive and negative feedback.
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Eyes struggling open to the sound of her alarm, she flailed around in a failed attempt to turn it off. Most mornings would be spent ignoring the alarm and procrastinating in bed, attempting to postpone the inevitability of leaving the warm, comforting bed and going to work. But today was not like the others. After weeks of anticipation and planning, today was the day. Rising eagerly from her bed, she enthusiastically greeted the morning.
She headed straight to the shower, the warm stream cascading across her small, yet perky breasts and down her firm, luscious legs. Taking her time, she applied shampoo and conditioner, enjoying the fruity flavour that hung in the air. Spending some time with a razor, she ensured she was smooth and hair free all over. Normally she wasn't so picky about appearances, but today was special, and worthy of the attention.
Taking a moment to admire her flat stomach and slim, slightly narrowing waist in the mirror, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and started to get dressed. She picked out a cute geeky t-shirt, red booty shorts and a pair of converse shoes, knowing there would be time to get dressed in more sexy attire later on.
She collected her bag, filled with kinky gear she had prepared the night before and headed out the door. He had given specific instructions that she was to arrive on time, and she had no intention of disappointing.
The bus ride gave her a chance to reflect on her journey the last few months. Her youth had been spent living in a very conservative family, made to follow the bible and attended a strict Catholic school. Her upbringing taught of the sin of sex, that purity and faith were of the upmost importance. However, as she grew older and began to mature, she knew deep inside her that she craved something more. She struggled with these emotions at times, feeling intensely guilty about the thoughts that would roll through her head, and how it was so very 'wrong'.
Over time though her curiosity got the better, and she hunted for the missing piece of her life. Hiding under her covers, she would peruse the internet, the pictures of tightly bound girls and the numerous online erotica helping to both satisfy and expand her curiosity as she slowly fingered herself to orgasm. Kink became her hidden secret, something she heavily desired but assumed would never get to try.
She spent her high school years like this, never daring to date and focusing on her studies. Upon graduating she had been lucky enough to receive a scholarship to a prestigious university in another state, and as such finally began to experience her first taste of freedom. Although her provided one-bedroom apartment was small by most standards, to her it was a castle. Determined to take the opportunity while she had it she focused on overcoming her shyness, learning to revel in her freedom and taking the opportunity to explore her sexuality further.
Her first event was a BDSM themed nightclub. She had worn a simple, tight fitting black dress with a collar she had purchased from a pet store. Although she was nervous about going alone, she was greeted enthusiastically by a number of friendly faces, and quickly felt comfortable. The impact play and rope scenes at play, as well as the numerous sexy costumes on display had left her very excited, and the end of her night had found her fingers deep into her pussy, pumping hard as she moaned into her pillow, imagining herself experiencing the same.
From there she had made it a mission to get more involved in the local kink scene, attending a number of workshops and actively getting involved in the local rope dojo. As she became well known, she was invited to more private parties, and it was at one of these she met had Ben.
She had first noticed him doing an impact play scene, his combination of hard hits and attention to providing affection peaking her interest. His muscly physique and chiselled features also certainly helped. Later, eyeing him relaxing in the rope area, she drew her courage and introduced herself. Although nervous at first, she quickly found that conversation flowed quite easily between them, an hour passing by in what seemed like a few minutes. Feeling a spark, she enquired if he would be interested in using her as a rope bunny at the rope dojo the following week, feeling elated when he accepted with a cute sexy smile.
Casual rope at the dojo had turned into text conversations, coffee meetups, and then casual play at his apartment. She loved his caring, supportive nature and his wicked sense of humour. He has been mindful of her conservative upbringing, always checking in on her during and after play and supporting her in the instances where her enjoyment conflicted against her upbringing.
After a late night out, she had drunkenly told him about her love of stories that involved sensory deprivation. Although extremely embarrassed the next morning, he had welcomed her interest and encouraged her to discuss it further. She explained how her interest in encasement/enclosure had not been instant, but something that had slowly developed over time.
It had begun with her purchase of a latex catsuit, the tight rubbery feel of the latex and the way it accentuated her slim features making her instantly fall in love. Her collection had quickly grown swiftly from there to include a full set of leather restraints, tightly boned latex corset, ankle high PVC boots and a Millennium gas mask. The feeling of encasement excited her, making her fell less like a human and more like a plaything. She would often crave to put her latex back on, wearing it around her apartment, the thought of what her neighbours would think if they knew only turning her on further.
She had secretly craved a more intense form of encasement though, and with Ben she finally felt comfortable sharing one of her deepest fantasies. Sending him her favourite links, she demonstrated her desire to wear a leather sensory deprivation hood. The hood she fantasised about was custom built in Canada, leather covered with 1-inch thick foam padding over the eyes, ears and mouth and numerous straps ensuring once pulled tight it would offer a sensation of complete nothingness and total confinement. The only openings were a small hole in which she would be able to breathe through. However, the hood cost several hundreds of dollars and required a second person to place and restrain the hood on her correctly.
Ben had not let go of the idea. Beginning with gentle teasing about how he would fulfil her fantasy, they slowly found themselves negotiating exactly what such a scene would entail, covering her hard and soft limits and discussing her fantasy in depth. Eventually he had asked her directly whether she wanted to live out her fantasy and she had gleefully accepted. The two-week wait had been the longest in her life, but with the scene so close she now felt a mixture of excitement and nerves.
The jolt of the bus took her out of her reflections, as she realised she was only a few minutes away from the stop. Arriving at the stop, she began the 5-minute walk. She nervously ascended the stairs, and after a deep breath, hit the buzzer.
Ben quickly opened the door and welcomed her in, making her blush as he exclaimed how sexy her ass looked in those shorts. Taking a few minutes to make her feel comfortable, they discussed life and world events while he ensured she drank a glass of water - this scene would require her to be well hydrated.
Seeing she was much calmer, he asked if she was ready to begin, directing her up the stairs to his personal dungeon. Although only a single room, he had managed to source a number of fun things including a Saint Andrews cross, a large king bed with numerous restraint points, a leather covered bench, and numerous pieces of rope, whips and other toys. The lighting in the room was dimmed, and the walls covered in numerous pieces of fetish art that completed the dark undertone of the room.
Knowing she would need some time to prepare, he excuses himself from the room. She immediately began to strip, eager for transformation to begin. Digging into her bag, she carefully laid out her planned attire. First up was a tight latex dress, the central zipper making it easy for her to fit into. The dress was one of her favourites, coming up to her shoulders and featuring a very short skirt that left her private areas very exposed.
Next were her thigh high latex leggings, which she carefully stretching up her long luscious legs, enjoying the shine as they caught the light. To these she added her ankle high PVC boots, the high heels forcing her feet into a more severe position. Completing the ensemble was a tightly boned, bright red latex corset, forcing her waist even thinner and accentuating her already delicious figure.
Her hair remained bound behind her in a ponytail. With no mirror in the room, she was unable to admire her complete attire, but the tightly clinging latex definitely made her feel and sexy.
Calling out, she signals to Ben that she is ready to start the scene. He quickly appears, wearing leather trousers and no shirt, his hard abs and chest exposed to the cool air. Pulling a box out from behind him, he exclaims he has a gift. Eagerly opening the package, she finds two distinct boxes. Opening the first she finds the leather hood she had always fantasised about. Squealing and hugging Ben, she admires the hood in more detail.
