Home at the second floor, daytime 13 CET.
November.
Three short rhythmic vibrations appear in the pocket of Mayhem. The surveillance system states that an identified person is moving on the farm. Mayhem knows he have about 3 minutes left.
Exit! Says Mayhem to Doris and looks down. Doris are on her knees, gives Mayhem's cock one last suck so it slams from her mouth. Mayhem moans and closes his eyes. Doris locks a metal ring around his hard moist cock, followed by a look that she is in control. Doris helps up his soft pants and goes to Harry's duffel bag, lying down with her legs crossed. She shapes her hand into a cock sign against her crotch and make necking in the air with her tongue.
Doris is by no means a beauty; she is pimpled and has a slightly unkempt look and, in many ways, quite like his son Harry. They are both shady nerds who like role-playing games. Mayhem like that part a lot with her, very much, besides her physique. Doris is a physiological marvel for Mayhem. She does not have an gram too much on her body, just over 168 in length. Her thin feet barely pass 20cm in length, means she take a EUR size 33 without notice. Wavy blond thick hair and a chin narrow as a spear. Mayhem gives an expect-revenge-look to Doris and heads out of the room. - Damn teasing, Mayhem mutters to himself.
The cock will never go down, Mayhem bothers as he tries to hide the bulge in his pants as he mumbles to his son, who is just entering through the door. - Doris is in your room, Harry. Harry says nothing and went up to his room. Mayhem locks himself in a toilet and fails to remove the ring, so he jerks off his rush instead. The sperm from his orgasm gets stuck in the urethra and stays behind the ring. Mayhem chirps.
Mayhem and his former wife, Sinai, gave birth to Harry in this home almost 18 years ago. The boy is now studying science, the second year of high school and has ambitions to apply to get into Cambridge. Sinai moved to Morocco 8 years ago, after marrying an old disgusting Moroccan man. Mayhem is best known as very strategic and studious, but with that wife he only thought with his cock. Just like with Doris, but that's a different story.
Mayhem and Sinai grew up in the same residential area and for some reason they both used to take the garbage out and empty the mailbox. They were in a common gathering place for the neighborhood, so they often met there. He and Sinai found each other here after a meeting on a dark rainy October evening. Sinai had her tights covered in a pair of low chalk-yellow rubber boots. The boots had a blue perforated bottom stripe around the sole. Tretorn were printed on the shaft together with two arrows with two colors. White outline contours separated the blue from the yellow. A small rubber kick cap protruded behind the heel. All in all, it was a very unexpected clothing style for a teenager girl.
The light from the yard broke off against two bumps in the shiny rubber, around the area for her toes. The bumps were from toes penetrated from inside; Mayhem suspected.
- How small are those boots? Mayhem asked in a quirky weak voice - excited so it hurt in his virginity. Sinai had jerked and caught her breath, as if she hoped it would not be seen. - They are not mine; she had answered uncertainly. - I just had to take them, by the way, I have a pair of thick rag socks inside. So, I do not freeze. Had she filled in. - Cool. I like it! Mayhem said with some self-confidence. Sinai's eyes lit up and twinkled at him. She kept her gaze for a moment.
- Here's the size, she took support against the mailbox with one hand, while she held up one foot with the sole up. Mayhem looked straight down at a flat rubber sole with a yellow base and blue color areas. On the heel it said with two large yellow numbers as part of the pattern; 30.
- You have size 30 on you, with rag socks inside? Mayhem thinks, but he says nothing.
Instinctively, he begins to feel her rain-soaked boot with his hands, begins to caress it. He feels the bumps and presses a little against them with his fingers. - Does it feel good? Mayhem is amazed at his choice of words. It would have been more reasonable to ask if it hurt. Or "they are smaller than my little sister", or anything else.
- Yes, I like it, Sinai had said. But no one knows, so you must not say anything! She filled in. I only do it in my room and when I can lock. I have started trying out when I know no one sees it. He had never been so aroused before.
- I had probably never heard her talk so much at once, Mayhem thought and said, - Maybe so, but now I've seen. I like it and we can keep it a secret together. Mayhem continues;
- Do you know that we have many tiny boots at home? He says quickly and excitedly. "Are you also trying on small boots," Sinai wondered. Mayhem had thought a lot about seeing them used, but not about himself.
- I have sometimes thought about letting my little sister try while I watch. But have not figured out how I would explain it. If you want, I'll be happy to try them with you, they are probably in that size. Approximately. Finished Mayhem. Sinai and Mayhem had come very close to each other, and their lips happened to touch. 13 years old, they both kissed for the first time.
- Bring some boots here at the same time tomorrow and we will try, Sinai said.
In that way, they experimented for a few years and got together after a while. At the age of 20, they made a deal that they would get married and use the yellow rubber boots on her feet every time they had sex, until they had their first child. It only took a few months for Sinai to get pregnant. 21 years old, she gave birth to Harry.
Their favorite position had over time been with Sinai in the dog position on a low long stool. Sinai sits on all fours, her bare little feet and calves hanging off the podium. Mayhem approaches from behind and presses on her a pair of rubber boots. She must guess what boots, while he jerks himself hard at the sight of the size and aesthetic attraction of Sinai. Fantasize about her perceived feeling of immobilization and the sensatory of rubber. Mayhem rubs his cock against the cold glossy rubber boots, measures the length of his cock against the sole of the boot and dry fucks with the boot shafts pressed against each other. Sinai gets hornier than Mayhem really understands, but he likes it and does everything to motivate her. Mayhem's cock is not the largest, but there are a pair of boots in size 26 that measure up to his length. They are so small and tight that Sinai does not want them, while it is Mayhem's favorite. When she has them, the boots get a little stretch in the heel from how tight they are.
Sinai, despite this inclination, was quite vanilla and wanted to be filled with cock, she refused anal and was uninterested in oral. There were a few other things Mayhem wanted to do to spice things up, for example he wanted to fixate Sinai in different ways. He wanted to use plastic wrap with her against the stool. Mummify a mermaid position. Put her in a vacuum bed. To mention few things.
They tend to consent on more advanced games after several glasses on the drink, which Mayhem thought was illogical. But he took advantage of it. Quite often, he had to mummify her with only her head left. One such time, Sinai had fallen asleep from being drunk, bound with plastic wrap. Mayhem took this bondage a step further, she would probably be obsessed he thought. He had pressed in a small tube as an opening for the mouth of a black plastic bag. Cut straws were allowed to serve as an opening towards the nose. With a hair dryer, he shrunk the bag around her head and against her neck.
What he looked at was like a big black caramel dough with a tube from his mouth and openings in his nose. He had an orgasm by himself, just by the sight and could resist the temptation to heat on several layers. Five more layers of shrink plastic were applied. He looked at her closely. Her head looked like a shiny licorice ball. The plastic was rock hard. He grabbed her hardened plasticized head and pressed his cock into the tube against her mouth. Orgasm came right on the way in, and semen soon flowed out of her mouth. Sinai had not woken up. Mayhem had carried her over to the bed after cutting her off the bench. She lay naked with the hardened plastic over her head and neck, a pair of screaming pink Crocker boots with an inner measurement of 18cm on her feet. He was so tired and could not think of how to get her out of the plastic. He felt drunk asleep next to her.
Mayhem had heard this for the rest of their relationship, almost 10 years. The plastic had sucked into the hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes. It had taken two days before they got enough plastic off her head with hydrogen peroxide, so she could see again. And cut parts of her hair. Over time, sexual exploration diminished and became common vanilla sex. The Moroccan appeared on Tinder and what Mayhem had perceived from one of their recurring quarrels, he was well-hung enough to be larger than a shoe size 40. Little Sinais feet would look dwarfed against his cock, Mayhem sight. This guy was probably more traditional, which suited her. He also seemed stupid enough not to understand where Sinai slept over the times she traveled home to Sweden. In the first years after she and Mayhem divorced, they met exactly four times at his home. Four wonderfully erotic memories, mainly in Mayhem's favor, to which he often returns in his fantasies.