Living Sex Shop Mannequin, Part 3
In part 2, I had just spent an afternoon mummified in a vac bed as customers teased my latex encased body. After changing back into my street clothes, I found a note stuffed in a pocket of my skinny jeans offering me a chance to earn some more money that evening. Despite feeling utterly spent from the activity of the day, I was immediate boned up thinking about what I'd have to do, who the mysterious person was, and whether it was safe or not.
Admittedly I was a little scared at the idea of being at the mercy of some unknown person. But as most of you reading is know, judgement sometimes gives in to hormones. Needless to say, I used my phone to call an Uber and head over to the mysterious man's place. On the way out of the shop, Bob said that he got a few photos and videos of my afternoon vac bed experience, and that he would text them to me.
The Uber arrived after a few minutes, and I hopped in. The app said it would be a 30 minute ride, so I put in my ear buds and started looking at the pics and videos Bob sent me. The photos were hot, and showed me in every stage, getting tied into the unit, the air being sucked out, and a bunch of pics of customers as they fondled my latex covered form.
The first video I saw made me shudder. Seeing my skinny body mummified by the latex made me hornier than hell. I loved how the bed molded to my body. I could see every curve, and even my belly button as I writhed desperately struggling for air at one point. Better stop, I thought to myself. I'd already cummed once that day and I wanted to make sure I didn't ruin what was in store for me later that night.
30 minutes passed and we pulled up to a huge mansion. We passed through a large iron gate and then came to a stop in front of a massive front door. I thanked the driver, then stepped out of the car and headed to the door. Just as I arrived, a guy I had seen at the shop stepped outside. He greeted me and ushered me in.
The first thing I noticed was that the place looked like a medieval castle. It had a huge staircase leading upstairs and down. Without much talking, the guy said that I was to call him "sir" from this point forward, and he was going to refer to me as "boy." At 19, I didn't like being called that, but something inside me felt good at the thought of being this guy's submissive play thing, so I let it pass.
Next, sir told me to follow him as he defended the stairs. We came upon a door, which he had to unlock. Once we stepped in, it was just like a lot of those rooms where I'd seen in BDSM porn movies. And like the sex shop, he had all sorts of gear hung from the walls and a large selection of bondage apparel.
Without any delay, sir ordered me to strip. Once competent naked, he fastened my hands to a pulley above my head. He then put a spreader bar between my feet and attached cuffs to each ankle, effectively immobilizing me. Sir then moved behind me and began rubbing his hands all over my naked body. He had some kind of gel on his hands, which was cold as it hit my skin. As he continued to rub, I realized it was lubricant, like I used at the shop, so that I could squeeze into a latex suit.
Sure enough, once sir had me thoroughly oiled, he unlocked my ankles and wrists and handed me a shiny black latex suit to put on. It felt like it was two sizes too small, and as I wiggled into it, sir had to help smooth it out and zip it up. Then he gave me a shiny latex hood, that looked like a puppy head with floppy ears. As I pulled the hood over my head, I could see that the eyes were not covered, but there was a ring gag built into it that, once placed between my teeth and buckled in the back made it impossible not to keep my mouth open.
Next, sir pulled on a chest harness. Then I was told to get on all fours, while sir attached buckles around each leg bringing my ankles up to my butt. I was effectively hobbled. My knees were on the floor and the lower part of my legs rendered useless.
On my hands, sir placed gloves, but there were no fingers. After lacing them up, I could only use my hands to prop myself up. It was like I had dog paws that matched the puppy head I was wearing. A chain was attached to a loop in the harness, which was right between my shoulder blades. I could hear sir operating a winch as the chain was pulled tight and basically keeping me from being able to move.
Next, sir reached down and unzipped the crotch zipper and fished my hardening cock out. He also pulled down the ass zipper and wheeled some device up behind me. I couldn't see very well with the hood on but felt something pushed against my hole.
In front, sir wheeled another mechanical device, which I could see had a large dildo attached. I'd seen this stuff in videos and immediately realized I was going to get fucked from both ends. And sure enough, sir hot a couple buttons on a portable control device and both my ass and mouth were ravaged by huge rubber cocks.
The humming of the machines was loud. Sir had a camera mounted on a tripod in front of me. There was a red light so I just knew it was capturing me as I was throat fucked. I assumed there was one catching the action at my rear as well. Sir started saying things, but I could hardly make out what it was over the noice. All I could do is mumble and moan as the machines continued to impale me.
After a few minutes, I felt like I was going to explode cum all over the floor below me. But just in time sir turned off the devices as I just breathed heavily tying to catch my breath. By now, drool was steadily pouring from my mouth where the gag prevented me from swallowing. After I caught my breath, sir asked if I was ready for round two. I tried to shake my head and say no, but he didn't pay attention. Without warning, the machines started up and continued their assault.
Just like before, sir stopped the fucking right before I was about to blow. And like before, they started up before I fully recovered. This went on about ten times, and each time I was brought to the edge.
Then just before what was going to be the last round with the fuck machines, sir said he wanted to hear me moan as he captured video of the ordeal. He said if he was satisfied, he'd let me cum this time.
When the machines started up, I moaned like a pro. It was easy since I was really in ecstasy. But unlike the previous times the machines kept pounding me until suddenly my cock erupted. I could hear the cum splatter as it hit the floor.
Fully exhausted and spent, sir turned off the machines working my ass and mouth. Then he told me I was a good puppy and that I was going to make him proud when his buddies arrived later.