My day off started in plain house clothes, with plans to deal with a lot of little chores. My wife was off at work, and apart from maintenance coming by later, I was all alone in our unkempt apartment.
The doorbell rang. I hoped it would be someone to look at the water heater, or maybe my wife had gotten off work early. Instead, there sat an unmarked black package. Not a soul in sight, apart from some solicitors making their rounds at the building across from mine. I didn’t have time to deal with this. So, I avoided eye contact, quickly grabbed the box and brought it straight to the bedroom.
Curiously, I cut open the top of box, not knowing what it could’ve possibly contained. I was shocked to see it was packed full of black latex and leather fetish gear. This must be some kind of mistake, or maybe a practical joke? Had my wife ordered this stuff? We had talked about trying new things, but this was too much and so unlike us. I tossed the taboo pile of back in the box, thinking this was going to make for an interesting conversation as soon as my spouse came back home. I set the box aside. She could deal with this.
I tried to distract myself from the smell of latex and leather that had been wafting from the open box. I’d just finished making the bed, but I couldn’t help myself. I was no longer in control, and my curiosity had taken over.
Compelled, I grabbed the box, then neatly laid its contents on the bed. I pulled a chain leash out and set it aside, a leather harness, a spiked collar, black latex pants, with matching latex gloves and socks. A bundle of fishnets. Finally, at the bottom, a fully adjustable latex face mask with eye and mouth holes. I held the mask in my hands, admiring the buckles on the back. It called out to me. Begging to be worn. I laid the mask down and began unconsciously undressing.
The pants, they barely stretched over my thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination. I just managed to zip them up. They lifted my butt and accentuated curves I didn’t even know I had. My heart started pounding, my blood started to boil. Next came the socks. I tucked the pants into them, forming a seamless match. Then I stretched the black latex gloves over my hands and up my forearms. I unconsciously teased myself as my gloved hands wandered in between my thighs. It was all so tight and smooth. My blood was pumping.
It was all so overwhelming. Despite the massive distraction bulging in the pants, I kept getting dressed. The pile of fishnets unfurled to a shirt, so I donned that next. I pulled the leather harness over it and tightened it around my shoulders and chest. Had they always bulged this much? I gave the leather harness a healthy tug; the creak it let out was otherworldly.
I was almost entirely enveloped. My head was swimming. And it was far too late to turn back now. Time had no meaning; my responsibilities were in the distant past. I slid the latex mask over my head. My eyes were shown through the pointed eyeholes, my lips pouted through the mask’s mouth. Had they always felt this full? I tightened the buckles at the back of the mask. The outside world was muffled, but my vision felt sharper. I focused on the spiked collar, tightening it around my neck, locking the mask around my head.
I turned to the mirror and ceased to be.
The person looking back was completely unlike anyone I’d seen before. They lustfully stared back from the mirror into my very soul. Had this always been a part of me? This fantasy was unlike anything I could’ve ever imagined. But I wasn’t done yet. The last piece lay on the bed. I reached for my leash and clicked the shiny chain to my spiked collar. At that point my heart pounded harder than it ever had before. My entire body vibrated; I felt irresistible and insatiable.
My blood was on fire and rushing straight to my groin. The latex pants grew tighter, as the outline of my phallus stretched across the length of my right thigh. Had my cock always been this long? I reached down to feel it. I rubbed the length of my cock though my latex pants, and at that moment, I snapped out of it. What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t like me at all! I clawed at the buckles on the back of my head at the realization. What would happen if I got caught looking like this? Had I locked the deadbolt? If my wife came home early and saw me like this it’d be the best-case scenario. Maintenance was still scheduled to fix the water heater, and those solicitors were surely at my building by now. Anyone could open the door at any second! I needed to get out of this stuff immediately!
Panicking, I turned and looked back in the mirror, I saw gloved hands acting on their own. They grabbed at the hardest cock I’d ever seen, begging to be freed. There was no time. I had to cum, now.
I lay down and unzipped my latex pants. I pulled my cock free. It was beautiful, with precum spilling down the tip. My gloved hands rubbed the cum onto the head of my penis, then down the shaft. I gripped it tight. Every inch screamed out for release. I started stroking fast and hard, eyes rolling to the back of my skull. I let out a loud moan as the bedroom door opened.
At that moment, I came hard, shooting cum past my chin onto my latex-clad face. I could taste salt on my pouting lips. I no longer cared who I saw from the now open door. At that moment, I knew exactly who I was and what I needed. I was a slut ready for my next fuck, and whatever it entailed. I slowly sat up, cock still pulsing semen. I let myself go, wiped the cum from my mask, then licked my latex-clad fingers.
I investigated the open doorway.
Held out my leash and said, “Deal with this.”
