CHANGING ROOMS

"What about these?" Ben said, pointing at rack full of crotchless panties.

"I don't think so," I said after rolling my eyes - men!

"But you said you owed me a favour for coming shopping with you today."

"I wasn't expecting to be dragged into a kinky underwear shop and asked to model for you."

"Hey, you know you enjoy it... how about these?"

He was pointing at a display of shiny black latex. My eyes widened when I saw how sexy the material looked, and I longed to feel it tight against my skin, to feel it hugging my naked flesh.

"I could be tempted..." I smiled.

The grin on his face was all the response that I needed. I stepped up to the display and made my choice - a pair of opera-style gloves, a pair of stockings and a very sexy g-string, all in the same shiny black latex. As I reached for a matching bra, Ben put his hand on mine to stop me - I understood, and nodded; no words were needed.

"You have five minutes," he said quietly, "before I come find you."

I knew exactly what that meant. Draping the latex items over my arm, I made my way to the changing rooms - on the way, I spotted an adorable pair of transparent heels, and decided to add them to my small collection too. I smiled at the lady guarding the changing rooms, showed her the items I was going to try on, and then entered the farthest cubicle. It was small, like all changing rooms, with three walls, a mirror and a curtain. There was a low bench against one wall, some hooks against the opposite wall and a metal rail above the mirror.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and folded them neatly, placing them in a small pile at one end of the bench. I grinned at my naked reflection before using the complimentary talcum powder to smooth my arms and legs in preparation for the tight latex. First on was the g-string - it looked like liquid as I pulled it up my long legs, and it nestled very tightly and comfortably against my mound. I smiled at my reflection again, and admired the way the black shiny latex contrasted with my pale skin - it certainly suited me. Next, I pulled on the stockings - they covered my legs from toes to thighs, and really did look like a second skin. I turned, admiring the gorgeous sheen in the mirror, looking at how my smooth white buttocks were now completely bordered by shiny black.

I was just pulling on the gloves when I heard Ben talking to the lady guarding the changing rooms. I pulled the curtain to one side and peeked out into the corridor - I beckoned to him with a latex-covered hand, and the lady let him pass. I quickly put on the transparent, strappy heels before he pushed into the changing room and closed the curtain behind him.

"What do you think?" I asked, giving him a twirl in the confined space.

His eyes slowly scanned down my body, lingering on my naked breasts, my pert buttocks and my long legs. He then looked over my shoulder at my reflection in the mirror, and scanned down that too.

"I like," he grinned, placing his hands on my hips.

I stroked his face with my latex-covered fingers before I planted a deep, passionate kiss on his lips, pulling him closer to me as our bodies pressed together. His hands roamed down my back, tracing a line down my spine, before he gripped my buttocks hard, and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I moaned softly, trying not to be too loud, aware of the rules this shop had about heavy petting in the changing rooms... but I was so horny, I didn't care. His hands moved back up my body to find my wrists, and he placed my arms above my head - I wriggled in his grasp, grinning, playing the part of the helpless submissive... at least, I was pretending to be helpless until I heard the distinctive ratcheting of handcuffs closing around one of my latex-covered wrists.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, as he looped the chain around the metal bar above the mirror and attached my other wrist to the handcuffs.

"I'm sorry, I can't resist you," he smiled, "you've cast your spell on me and I can take only so much teasing..."

He took a step back, admiring his handiwork. There I was, chained to the bar above the mirror, wearing the skimpiest, sexiest black latex, utterly helpless and very horny... He stepped forward again and pressed me back against the cold glass of the mirror - I gasped, once as I felt the cold against my bare skin, and again as I felt his soft lips come in contact with my hardening nipple... lips were replaced by tongue, and tongue was replaced by teeth, and gasping was replaced by moaning... He turned his attention to my other nipple, and I was soon writhing with pleasure and pulling at the handcuffs, his hands holding my hips firmly as he worked his magic.

And then he moved to the soft skin between my breasts, and began to kiss down my body, down my tummy, until he reached the top of my latex g-string - his fingers hooked in the sides and he smoothly, smartly, pulled the garment down my body to reveal my waiting moistness... I stepped out of the g-string and he threw it to one side before his tongue found my waiting clit... I closed my eyes and moaned again as he spread my legs and pushed his tongue deep inside me...

"You're good..." I groaned, feeling myself quickly approaching the edge.

And then he stopped, and stepped back, leaving me feeling horny and frustrated. I pulled at my bonds, eager to reach down to finish the job, eager to reach that elusive orgasm, and I almost felt anger in my desperation when I saw him grinning at my predicament.

"Do you want release?" he asked.

"In more ways than one," I replied.

He reached up and unlocked one of the cuffs, but kept a grip on my wrists as he turned me and sat me down on the bench. He lowered my hands further, down between my feet, to one of the feet of the bench, and reattached the handcuffs, trapping me there with my hands by my feet.

"What now?" I asked.

"You're going to pleasure me first..."

"Mmmmmmm... just be careful not to get any cum on the latex..."

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"I think you're meant to refer to me as your slave..."

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"Do you want to swap places?"

"I don't think that those latex gloves would suit me."

I opened my mouth to reply, then thought better of it when he kneeled in front of me and pressed his lips against mine. His hands reached around my helpless arms and tweaked my nipples gently as we kissed, and I soon found myself moaning again... it was then that he removed his trousers and his boxers, and I saw how turned on he really was. He placed a hand on the back of my head and I opened my mouth obediently to take his generous length inside, tasting his hard flesh as he slowly began to thrust between my lips. I occasionally let my teeth scrape him as he withdrew from his thrusts, in just the way I knew he liked, and his cock was soon throbbing inside my mouth, responding to the caress of my tongue, sliding faster and faster between my lips. I was getting aroused too - my hard nipples were pressing against my bound arms, and I was pulling at my bonds, trying to reach myself. I could feel that he was getting close, and I closed my eyes, ready to swallow... but then he withdrew, and I felt his hot cum splattering all over my face, my hair, my neck, my breasts...

I opened my eyes, to see him pulling on his clothes. He then picked up my pile of clothes and stepped out of the changing room.

"Hey!" I said, "What on earth are you doing?"

"Just having some fun," he grinned, tossing the handcuff keys to me as he left.

I quickly released myself and then took stock of my situation. I was in a changing room, wearing very little, covered in cum... how was I going to get out? I pulled on the discarded g-string, and looked at myself in the mirror - I was a mess, and I didn't fancy trying to clean myself with my latex clothes. I was tempted to use the curtain, but it didn't seem quite right. What was I to do?

"Hello?" came the lady's voice from outside the changing room.

"Erm, hello..?" I replied.

"Your friend said you needed some help in there?"

"Oh, erm, no, really..." I started, but it was too late - she pulled the curtain aside, and gasped.

I moved my hands to cover my breasts but then remembered that I didn't want to get cum on my gloves, so ended up just standing there, my face slowly going very red.

"We have strict rules here about misbehaving in the changing rooms, dear," the lady said.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again..."

"Too right it won't," she said, looking me up and down again, "we need to get you cleaned up."

She left, and returned with a damp cloth to clean my skin. I closed my eyes, and tried to ignore the pleasurable experience of her dabbing the cloth against my breasts. Then she left again, and returned with some items of bondage equipment.

"What are those for?" I asked.

"These are your punishment. Don't worry, it's not serious, and will only last an hour. You get taught a lesson, and the shop gets some free advertising."

"Advertising?" I asked, as she took my hand and attached a leather cuff to my wrist - I looked at the cuff, since I had never seen anything like it before... the cuff was fastened around my wrist, and attached to it was a rubber ball into which my hand was placed, thus forcing my hand into a fist and rendering my fingers useless.

"Exactly," she replied, attaching a similar device to my other wrist - both of my hands were now balled into fists, and the leather cuffs were locked on with little padlocks, meaning that I was now totally helpless... even if I had the keys, I wouldn't be able to use them.

The next item she had was a simple ballgag, which she pulled into my mouth with a grin of relish. A leather hood followed - she pulled it over my head and pulled my long hair through a hole in the top. The mask covered my entire head, but I could still see through a couple of small eye-holes. Last, she fastened a collar around my neck, to which a long leash was attached. And then she left.

I looked at myself once again in the mirror, barely recognising my reflection. I tried to flex my fingers, but my balled fists were utterly useless now. That didn't stop me trying to remove the leather hood anyway. The lady returned with a roll of black tape, and tore off four small lengths which she used to criss-cross my nipples. She then took hold of the leash and led me out into the shop - I could do nothing to stop her, and had to do my best to cover myself with my fists as the other customers turned to look at me. I saw Ben, grinning like an idiot, as he watched me.

I mumbled into the gag as the lady led me outside into the busy high street - I had never been so humiliated in all my life... at least, that's what I felt until I realised that no-one would recognise me with that hood over my head. I actually began to feel quite sexy again. The lady fastened the leash to a nearby lamp-post and took a step back, smiling.

"This is your punishment - a perfect advertisement for my little shop. Enjoy..."

And, with that, she turned and walked back to the shop, leaving me standing half-naked and bound in the middle of a bustling high street. I turned around, seeing all those faces moving past me, some smiling, some shocked. And then I saw Ben.

"Have fun, Laura," he grinned, "I'm going down the pub. See you in an hour."

And, with that, he slapped me on my bare ass and disappeared into the crowd. I looked around again - a circle was beginning to form around me, as I was attracting an audience. I tried to use my useless hands to cover my buttocks and my breasts as I turned and looked at the gawping onlookers. This was going to be a long hour...