THE PARTY

I stepped out of the shower, towelling myself off, smiling to myself. This was going to be a great evening. Pauline and I had been invited to a fancy dress party - and I love to wear fancy dress almost as much as I like being tied up. First of all, I applied some makeup - since I was going to this party as a cute little kitty-cat, I would have to look the part. I settled for a mixture of gothic and feline, complete with cute little black nose and whiskers. I meowed at the mirror and formed a little paw with my hand to practise, and was giggling all the way to the bedroom, putting on a hairband with a couple of black cat ears attached.

"What are you laughing at?" Pauline asked, looking away from the mirror but still brushing her gorgeous blonde hair.

"Oh, nothing," I smiled, taking a moment to look her up and down.

She was attending the party as a mermaid, and was already in costume. All she was wearing was a little bra she had made from two shells we had found on the beach the previous weekend, and a green-blue mermaid tail that covered her legs completely and allowed absolutely zero movement - it was almost a form of bondage in itself, since she would have to do little bunny hops to go anywhere.

"I like your makeup," she said, before turning back to the mirror, "I can't wait to see the rest of your costume."

"Thanks," I grinned, moving over to the bedside table and grabbing some talcum powder, "and you look awesome yourself. But it's somewhat impractical... how are you going to get to the party?"

"Matt's a big, strong man," she said, as I covered my body in the white powder, "he should be able to carry me where I want to go."

"Well, don't injure him," I smiled, white all over, "how will he pleasure you if you break his back?"

"I'm sure I can think of a way," she winked, looking at me in the mirror as I crossed the room to grab my latex catsuit from the wardrobe.

I placed my feet into the feet of the suit, and slowly pulled the cold latex up my smooth legs, tight against my skin. It felt exquisite as I pulled it up my thighs and over my ass, and I almost moaned aloud as my buttocks and pussy were enclosed by the skintight material. The catsuit had a zip at the front, which was currently undone, so it only covered my sides and back as I pulled it up my torso and placed my arms in the smooth, clingy arms of the suit. I pulled the catsuit over my shoulders and interlocked my hands to get my fingers all of the way into the gloves. Then I reached in front of me and pulled the zip up over my tummy, all the way up to my neck, the tight material pushing my breasts closer together and making me feel oh so horny. The feeling of having my body almost totally enclosed in latex was absolute bliss.

"You look so hot," was all Pauline could say, as I admired the black sheen that came off my thighs and buttocks in the mirror, and played with the cute little black tail that projected just above my ass.

I bent down, to smooth the latex up my legs, but noticed that it didn't need any smoothing - it fit me like a glove. While I was down there, I looked between my legs at Pauline, who was just sitting there, staring, sucking idly on one of her fingers. I could tell I was having an affect on her, so I slowly straightened up, my eyes locking with hers, stroking my leg from ankle to knee to thigh, letting my tongue flick out to lick the cool material as I straightened... and I then let my other hand stroke my inner thighs, pausing briefly between my legs before I turned to face her. I moved both hands up my tummy until they were covering my breasts and I licked my lips, my eyes smouldering...

"You like?" I asked, a mischievious grin on my face.

"You bet," came her reply, as she put down her hairbrush and stretched back on the bed.

Her movement was restricted by the mermaid tail keeping her legs tightly bound together, and I decided to take full advantage. I leaped onto the bed, my latex-covered thighs straddling her scaly tail, and she moaned as she looked up at me. My zip had become undone slightly, revealing a decent amount of cleavage, and she reached up for me...

"No, no, no," I winked, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed, either side of her, "this kitty wants its din-dins."

I leaned down, licking the soft skin of her chest, just above her breasts. She arched her back slightly, moaning, struggling a little as I held her firmly on the bed. I moved up, shifting my position so I could pin her arms to the bed with my latex-clad thighs, and then set about removing her sea-shell bikini top.

"Hey, I've only just finished making that," she murmured, as I freed her breasts from the shells and quickly used the bikini top to tie her hands behind her back.

"If you struggle too much and break it, then you'll be going to this party topless..." I said, and she shuddered.

I climbed off the bed and admired my handiwork. My beautiful lover, Pauline, was laying there, quite helpless, her legs trapped in the mermaid tail, her hands tied behind her back, her beautiful breasts free and available... just looking at her aroused me. I grabbed a vibrator from our toybox in the wardrobe and headed back to the bed, sliding up next to her, laying beside her, licking my lips with anticipation. I didn't often get the chance to be the dominant one...

I leaned forward, kissing her gently on the lips, and she returned my kiss with passion, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth. She jumped slightly when she felt the vibrator pressed against her abdomen, and tried to move so she could get more stimulation, but I knew not to let her have too much, too soon. I moved the vibrator down, as near to her waiting pussy as her restrictive fish-tail allowed, and let her grind against it as we continued to kiss. A moan of frustration started in her throat and transferred to my mouth as I removed the vibrator from her nether regions, and let it trace a slow, vibrating line up her tummy and between her bare breasts. Her nipples immediately hardened at its touch, and her kissing resumed with gusto as I pressed her nipples into her breasts with the vibrator. Her hips were gyrating now, and she was trying in vain to grind herself against my legs... I could only imagine how wet her pussy was, trapped inside that mermaid tail. Perhaps it was time to find out.

I moved away from her and she groaned with frustration, looking up at me with lust in her eyes. I placed the still-vibrating dildo on the bed beside her, before moving to the foot of the bed. She surprised me by rolling on top of it, her breasts pressing the vibrator into the bed, writhing as the vibrations went directly into her nipples... but I knew that she wouldn't be able to bring herself to orgasm like that. In fact, I knew that I could probably leave her there, grinding and wriggling, completely frustrated for hours, until the batteries ran out of the vibrator, and she wouldn't reach orgasm once. It was a nice idea, but we had a party to go to.

I sat astride her tail, resting my ass on the big, wide flipper at her feet, and put my hands on her hips. She was still trying to get further stimulation from the vibrator which had now moved between her breasts. I grabbed her costume and pulled it down her legs, all the way to her ankles. She immediately spread her knees as wide as she could, showing her how soaking wet she was... I pushed a finger into her pussy and she shuddered with pleasure, on the verge of orgasm... and then I withdrew, and took the vibrator away from her too.

"Unfair," she moaned, her voice weak, "I was so close..."

"Don't worry," I replied, "you'll like what I'm about to do..."

And with that, I pushed the vibrator deep into her waiting pussy and she brought her legs together to clasp it tightly, bucking and riding it on the bed, groaning loudly. I pulled her costume back up her long legs, covering her sweet thighs and pert buttocks, trapping the vibrator deep inside her as she bucked again and came... I rolled her onto her side and began to lick her nipples, watching them harden further as she came again... and attached our smallest pair of nipple clamps to them (sans chain). The sudden pain caused her to cum again, and I had to release her hands from her shell bikini in case she broke it... she was beyond the point of caring about such things, she was living in a world of pure pleasure.

She slowly sat up on the bed as I placed the shells over her breasts and fastened the bikini behind her back and behind her neck. She reached up for the clamps, but I batted her hands away.

"I hope you like the adjustments I've made to your costume," I said.

"You evil mare," Pauline replied, one hand going to where her nipples were cruelly clamped beneath the sea shells, the other hand going down to where the vibrator was trapped inside her, still buzzing quietly...

"You're not allowed to remove the clamps or vibrator until we get back home again, after the party," I winked, walking to the wardrobe to pick out a pair of knee-high black boots that I pulled on over the feet of my catsuit.

"What if someone notices?" Pauline asked.

"Don't worry, they won't," I reassured her, wondering if I should have used the clamps with the chain between them.

Just then, the doorbell rang. I pulled the zip on my catsuit back up to my neck and went to answer it. And there was Matt, dressed as King Neptune, complete with huge beard and trident (and bare chest, might I add). I invited him in and was very aware of his eyes on my latex-bound buttocks as I led the way to the bedroom. I was very impressed with his strength as he carried Pauline down to his car, and laid her on the back seat (since her flippered feet wouldn't fit in the front). The ride to the party was rather uneventful, apart from the occasional stares from people in other cars at his bare chest, my cat makeup or Pauline's big fish tail. At one point, I heard a slight moan from the back seat and wondered if Pauline had cum again... And then we were at the party - Matt carried Pauline inside and placed her on a large sofa, before going off to get drinks for the three of us.

I sat beside her, and we gazed at the other guests. There were a few girls in bikini's and high heels (a lovely combination) but I wasn't quite sure what they were meant to be. The more interesting costumes were the bunnies, devils and Lara Croft's. Matt promptly returned and I let him take my place next to Pauline - I wanted to have a look around, and Pauline was in no condition for a wander. As I left them, I turned to see Pauline wince as Matt pressed against her... it looked like he might have caught one of the nipples clamps by mistake. He he he.

"Ah, Catwoman, so we meet again," came a voice from behind me.

I turned to see Supergirl, staring at me with her hands on her hips. I didn't remember her skirt being that short, or her top being that tight, but I wasn't complaining.

"So we do, Supergirl," I replied, trying to look like an imposing supervillainess.

She winked at me before turning on her heel, her skirt rising to reveal a brief glimpse of buttock, and disappearing into the crowd. Perhaps it wasn't time for her to face this particular villainess... perhaps she was afraid she'd be beaten. I smiled to myself as I moved on through the crowd, looking for a familiar face.

I opened a door and shivered as I stepped outside into the back garden. It was nice to be out of that hot, crowded room for a few seconds. I closed the door behind me and took a step forward before stopping, abruptly. I looked back to find that I'd trapped my tail in the door. Tutting at myself, I reached around to open the door again but, to my dismay, I discovered it was locked.

"Oh, brilliant," I moaned, knocking on the door to get some attention, wondering if they'd hear me over the music.

"Can I help you?" came a voice that I recognised, but hadn't been expecting to hear.

It was him... the guy from the Hallowe'en party the year before... the guy with whom I'd shared that brief one night stand... the guy that had left me bound for my housemates to find. What was he doing here?

"Hi," I said, trying to calm myself.

"You look like you could do with some help, Laura," he said.

I was surprised that he could remember my name, and disappointed that I couldn't remember his. And then he was standing right in front of me, his hands on my latexed hips, looking me right in the eyes. And then we were kissing, with my hands roaming his chest while his found my buttocks and squeezed... it was exquisite, and our tongues explored each others mouths as I melted in his arms. Despite the catsuit, I felt naked in front of him, and his fingers tracing a line up my back only added to that feeling. I groaned as he cupped my breast, and I knew that I wanted him so much. And from the hardness that I could feel pressing against my crotch, he wanted me too.

His fingers found the zip of my catsuit and he pulled it down to my tummy, revealing the inner slopes of my breasts. He reached inside my clothing and cupped them, squeezing my nipples gently as we continued to kiss. I was so hot now, writhing, as he pulled the catsuit from my shoulders and down my body, until the top half of me was bare to the night air.

"Place your hands behind your back," he said, his tone commanding... and I obeyed, still kissing him, still wanting him.

I felt his hands pressing mine together, and then felt him pulling a sleeve of the catsuit up my arms... one sleeve for two arms... trapping my hands, wrists and elbows tightly together behind my back, making me utterly helpless... and making me feel utterly exposed. A slight breeze caressed my bare breasts as he stepped back to regard me, standing there helpless, unable to free myself, wanting him to much... he stepped forward, his hands playing with my rock-hard nipples as his kisses found the tender skin of my neck... I let my head loll back, my eyes closed, as I moaned with extreme pleasure, struggling a little as one of his hands pushed down inside my catsuit, between my legs, to play with my waiting moistness.

It was too much for me... as two fingers pushed their way into my pussy and a thumb found my clit, I found myself grinding on his hand and cumming explosively. And then he knelt me down, the tail going taut behind me, and I felt his cock against my lips and I instinctively took him inside, licking him, sucking him, scraping my teeth against his hardness until he came in my mouth and withdrew, still cumming, to spurt his cum all over my naked breasts. And we stayed like that, both panting, him leaning against the door, me kneeling, for some time.

We presently recovered and he helped me to my feet, pulling my arms from the single sleeve. I reached forward to wipe the cum from my chest but he stopped me, saying that he wanted me to keep it there. I smiled at him and said I would.

"Would you do one last thing for me?" he asked.

"Of course," I smiled, still high from the orgasm.

"Fold your arms behind your back."

I did as he asked, each hand clutching the opposite elbow, as he knelt before me and licked up my tummy, licking some but not all of the cum from me as he moved up to my breasts, sucking on my hard nipples, making me want him all over again. And then I felt him pulling my catsuit up, over my shoulders, trapping my folded arms behind me as he quickly fastened the zip to my neck. He grinned as he took the arms of my catsuit and tied them in a tight knot behind my neck. The catsuit felt a lot tighter around my bust now, and I found that I could barely move my arms at all - I could get my fingers down to my buttocks, but I couldn't move my elbows enough to get my hands in front of me. I had no chance of undoing the zip, so I was stuck... but it didn't stop me struggling.

He brandished a key and unlocked the door, freeing my tail at last, and pushed me back into the party. I took a deep breath and marched on through, as if nothing had happened, and noticed that he wasn't following me in. Well, if that was how he was going to play it...

I received a few strange looks from those who had noticed the minor modification to my costume, and I eventually found Pauline and Matt, getting very friendly on the sofa where I had left them. I knelt in front of them and coughed.

"What happened to you?" Pauline asked, when she finally noticed me there.

"It's a long story," I replied, "do you think you could help me?"

"No, I think you should stay like that. Matt can look after both of us."

"Oh, can I?" Matt asked, rolling his eyes.

"Don't worry," Pauline grinned, "Laura won't mind you fondling her as repayment."

"I like the sound of that," Matt smiled, picking me up and placing me on his lap - I was helpless to do anything but sit there while he ran his fingers over my latex-covered breasts.

Pauline soon joined him, and I soon forgot about the party going on around us... soon it was time to go, and Matt carried Pauline out to the car while I followed, my arms still bound tightly inside my catsuit. Pauline was placed in the back seat again and I sat in the front, next to Matt. He put my seatbelt on, trapping me securely next to him as he started the car. I jumped as I felt his hand brush against my latex-clad crotch, millimetres away from my soaking wet pussy...

"Sorry," he said, "I was reaching for the gear stick."

As if. But it had been somewhat pleasant, nevertheless. I looked over my shoulder at Pauline, who seemed to be very busy enjoying the stimulation of the vibrator still trapped between her legs. I couldn't wait until we got home... but, trapped as I was, I didn't have much choice.