Dominated By His Friend's Wife (The Latex Queen Book 4)
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Dominated By His Friend's Wife (The Latex Queen Book 4)
Jay's descent into sexual slavery continues. with his wife Jess's ready assent. On the ride home from his mistress Michelle's house, he describes the exquisite torment she has put him through this time, involving gags and sheaths and her ubiquitous latex outfits. Jay can tell Jess is getting ideas. But he can't decide if that's good or bad.
'He heard her climbing the stairs. The heavy thump of her boots on the carpet, the intoxicating creaking of her latex dress stretching around her body. He sat up, bouncing a little on the bed as he used his legs to pull himself towards the mattress’s edge. Michelle hadn’t bothered to uncuff his hands, leaving his wrists pinned uselessly behind him. It was probably wise, from her point of view, Jay reflected. If his hands had been free, he would have peeled off these ridiculous shorts and brought himself off in seconds flat. And there he was again, he realized, taking her side. Justifying her insane actions, as though she had some right to treat him like this. She was a witch, her sexy body casting some kind of spell on him that made him compliant, made him weak. He couldn’t help it. Even just listening to her walk upstairs towards him made his cock swell inside the plastic tube. Sliding off the bed, he stood. His cock throbbed invisibly, hidden by the obscene black dildo that jutted proudly from the front of his pink shorts. His naked balls dangled below it, vulnerable and accessible for whatever devious game Michelle had in mind next. Another fake black cock jutted forward from his mouth, the tight leather strap around his head holding it firmly in place. Another, smaller cock filled his mouth, pressing down on his tongue and making an extremely effective gag. He caught his eye in the mirror above the dresser. The room was dark; the curtains were drawn, and he hadn’t bothered to switch on the light. With his hands tied, it would have been more trouble than it was worth. But in the light that streamed through the open door from the hallway outside, he could see clearly enough to know that he looked absolutely ridiculous. Unable to use his hands, unable to speak, large black cocks jutting from face and crotch. Michelle had reduced him to an object, a sex toy for her pleasure. It was that simple. The thought made his cock press against the hard plastic that surrounded it, swelling uselessly inside the sheath. His arousal was unimportant, and would seemingly not be satisfied in any case. It was Michelle’s pleasure that counted. She came around the corner, and stopped in the doorway. Leaning on one raised arm against the door frame, her other behind her back, the red latex dress hugging her body tightly and displaying every seductive curve, silhouetted by the light behind her. Jay sighed into the gag. He just couldn’t resist her. No matter how he tried to mentally prepare himself, in her presence, his will simply collapsed. She looked so good that it turned his head, and even the most outrageous humiliations seemed bearable if it meant he got to admire her spectacular body. “Hello, cock boy,†she purred from the open door. “I think I’m ready for another orgasm now.†Reaching out with her free hand, she clicked a switch, and Jay blinked in the sudden light, his eyes slow to adjust. Michelle’s icy blue eyes sparkled like new frost, the predatory glow in them becoming all too familiar as he stood before her. Even in her high-heeled boots, he was far taller than her. And yet he felt so much smaller, so vulnerable and inferior. She could hurt him in so many ways; she had proved that already. Jay groaned again as she swayed towards him, the latex dress shimmering in the electric light as it strained around her silky thighs. The hunger in him would not sleep. She wouldn’t let it, appearing before him like this, like sex incarnate, to tease and torment him and deny him the release he craved...'
