The box on the bed was beautifully wrapped! Shiny red foil paper and a wide, black ribbon criss-crossed the package. Atop the big box was a black bow. "What an interesting color scheme," you laugh to yourself. Gently removing the bow and ribbon, the card falls to the floor at your feet.
"OPEN THE BOX FIRST" is printed in large block letters on the card's red envelope.
Obediently, you slip the rest of the way off the heavy box and gently remove the lid. Black tissue paper is neatly folded over the contents, further concealing your new gift. Gingerly, you brush the paper back to reveal what looks like a huge, red condom. Slick and shiny red, you begin to pull the heavy latex suit from the confines of the box. A small note is taped to the "costume."
"NOW READ THE CARD"
Dropping the heavy garment back onto the bed, you rip the card open. "What in the hell…"
Blank on the outside, but obviously very expensive from the texture of the paper, you open the card. Immediately you recognize my handwriting:
"I knew you would look beautiful in this. Put it on and wait for me"
Now excited, you quickly yank the heavy suit from the box. It's striking, bright red. It takes a few minutes to figure out which end is up. You pull the sleek material over your feet, inch-by-inch—it's so tight—like a second skin. You begin to perspire from your efforts, and from your excitement. Oddly, the sweat helps you to glide into the suit. Its hot tightness is a strange feeling. Like having been swallowed by a snake. It caresses you on all sides, squeezing you, caressing your body as it's never been held before.
Strategic holes were manufactured into the suit. The bottom is actually more like a pair of cowboy's chaps than pants. Wide openings expose your ass to the cool air of the room. Of course, it's crotchless! And two more holes allow your perfect 34-B breasts to jut out from the red "skin."
You run your hands over your new "flesh." It's so sleek, so smooth and so tight. It seemed so heavy in the box, but now that the weight is distributed over your body, it doesn't seem to weigh anything at all. Glancing in the mirror you are amazed at the transformation. You turn one way—then the other—admiring your tight ass and firm breasts. Your nipples jut out like twin pencil erasers. As your sweat escapes the openings of the suit, it cools your exposed flesh. Awakening your body and your mind to what I have planned for the evening.
"You look even more beautiful than I expected." My voice startles you and you spin quickly to face me, your nipples jutting out at me through the top of your new outfit.
"I—I didn't hear you come in," your tone is almost apologetic. But the way you look right now, I'd let you off a murder charge, even if I'd caught you over the body still clutching a dripping blade.
"I didn't come in. I've been here—watching you since you got home."
As I right myself from the doorway where I've been leaning, I take a long pull from my frozen margarita then extend it to you, offering you a taste. Looking straight into each other's eyes, you tilt your head to accept my offering. I'm a little too generous, though and some of the frozen drink dribbles from the corners of your mouth. I reach around you, pulling you to me as I lap the tart mixture from your delicate throat. My tongue traces your jugular, spinning a web of firm, tiny circles up your neck, while bringing the frosted glass against your exposed right ass-cheek.
A loud moan escapes your lips as I roll the tall glass toward your crevice from behind.
I push my face beneath your hair to whisper forcefully in your ear. "Not yet, babe. Not yet."
As I release you, you stagger slightly, already 'high' from expectation and need. I wasn't prepared for that. Luckily you catch yourself before falling completely to the floor.
"Finish getting dressed," I command. "And read the back of the card."
Perplexed, but willing to do anything at this point, you nod to me obediently.
"Good. Very good! Now DO AS I SAID!"
My change in tone and volume startles you and you jump a little. I take another long sip from my drink and disappear around the doorframe to finish my preparation for the evening's adventure.
As told, you return to the bed, blanketed in satin sheets and a slippery black comforter and retrieve your card from the floor where it lay. Flipping it over to the back, you find the rest of my instructions and the cease word for the night: EXCALIBER. "Arthur's sword?" you wonder. "Oh well!"
The thick latex gloves encase your hands and you sit obediently at the side of the bed—blindfold in place—and wait patiently. It seems like hours have passed. The slick sheets feel cool on your luscious ass and you squirm just a bit to enhance the effect. "What the hell are you doing?"
Your blind eyes turn toward me, unseeing but so beautiful beneath the silk scarf that serves as your barrier to light. You know that no answer will be correct. You've been bad! Now you will be punished.