The Accident That Changed My Life
by Saint of Fools (c)
st_fool@literotica.org
I should have known that eventually something would go wrong.
You see it all started one night when I was horny and got the bright idea to
go surf the internet with the intent to find something new and interesting ...
me and my bright ideas. That night I stumbled across an erotic story site named
"The Liquidsmooth Latex Library". Suddenly before my eyes were dozens, perhaps
even hundreds of stories involving bondage and submission of females, males, and
even a few individuals that fell into neither category or both, but all had a
common theme. Latex.
Like all men, I instantly drooled at the sight of a beautiful woman in a
tight rubber dress, but the ideas and scenarios that were described in these
stories went beyond anything that I had previously imagined and I found that
nearly all of them turned me on. So exploring this newly found aspect of
sexuality, I spent the next two weeks returning to that site and other sites
that catered to a similar theme. It was at the end of this two week period that
I made a decision. I had to know for certain if the experiences spoken of in
the stories were the typical exaggerations a person finds in online erotica such
as men with 9 inch cocks that never tire, or if there was actually some truth to
be had in them. With my goal in mind, I went out and found a shop that sold
fetish apparel.
Well it wasn't as easy as it sounds. Perhaps I just live in a unimaginative
part of the world or maybe I just didn't know where to look but eventually I
found a shop that sold the type of merchandise I desired.
The first time entering was amazing! The sights and smells were so new and
erotic that for my first visit all I could bring myself to do was browse. Of
course I made return trips and with time I grew more comfortable being there and
even began trying things on. This carried on for three months until that
fateful day.
As I entered the store everything seemed to be just as it always was. The
woman at the counter wasn't a super model but it seemed like she took care of
her body and she was fairly good looking but I didn't want to make any
connections in this place. I simply wanted to be one of the anonymous shoppers
who came and went every day and who's faces became a blur with time. With this
in mind I nodded to the woman who smiled at me in return, after that I walked
back to browse the selection of goods in the store.
Walking towards the items, I let the sights and smells wash over me as I
tried to decide what I would try on today. For three months I had come to this
shop occasionally and though I never bought anything I almost always tried
something on and left, thinking that they wouldn't notice one person who doesn't
buy anything. During this time, I had tried on many different items and even
had a few favorites. So I casually picked out the items that I wanted and made
my way to the back where the changing booths stood.
As I reached the first booth I pulled on the door only to find it locked.
Damn I hate it when that happens because it is almost like pulling on a locked
bathroom stall and for some reason it always freaks me out when someone pulls on
the door to the bathroom stall I'm in. Doesn't matter if it's locked or not, it
still freaks me out so I can only imagine what other people think. Now feeling
slightly embarrassed I quickly moved on to the next stall and found that it too
was locked. This went on until I reached the final stall which thankfully
opened. With a furrowed brow I looked at the other doors and shook my head in
confusion because I was sure there was no one in them yet only this one was
unlocked. "Ah well" I told myself as I shrugged it off and entered the changing
room. Once inside, I locked the door and quickly laid out the things I wanted
to try on today after stripping naked.
First to be put on was a pair of latex pants. Though I would prefer to have
the smooth unblemished look that a catsuit can give a person I've decided that
since I'm not actually going to buy anything I shouldn't complain and its much
easier to put on two smaller pieces in some ways. Thankfully all the changing
rooms had talcum in them to ensure the ease of putting these items on. Slowly
pulling up the leggings I couldn't help but smile at the cool smooth feeling
that they invoked. The feeling of latex is so soft and sensuous but I knew I
couldn't linger too long or my hard dick wouldn't fit into the pants, so I
quickly pulled them the rest of the way up and smoothed out any ripples or
creases that may have formed after tucking in my quickly hardening member.
Next came the boots. While I've always found that women's shoes are much
sexier than men's, men's boots impart a different kind of feeling upon someone.
Instead of raw sexuality they project the feeling of strength and power, which
in and of its self is sexy whether the person is dominant or submissive.
Finally I pulled on the long sleeved latex shirt. "Damn", I thought as I
ran my hand over my latex covered chest, "This stuff does feel good going on and
it's strange how a person retains so much feeling even through it."
Turning towards the mirror so I could admire my new look I noticed something
was amiss. Normally these dressing rooms all had full length mirrors in them so
that a person could examine what their outfit looked like from head to toe but
for some odd reason the mirror in this room had been moved up on the wall so
that you couldn't capture the entire look. While puzzling over this change I
noticed that along the far wall there was a small stool. Smiling brightly at my
own ingenuity I quickly set up the stool against the wall opposite the mirror
and stood on it and found that I could indeed once again admire the entire
outfit I had on, from top to bottom.
As I stood on the stool and admired the image of myself I couldn't help but
rub my palm against the visible ouline of my hard cock through the latex pants.
Though I'm not a body builder I have recently begun to go to a gym regularly for
both health and aesthetic reasons. So while I wasn't ripped, the latex of my
outfit compressed the parts of my body that weren't firm yet while accentuating
those that were. All in all, between the slick sensuous sensation of the latex
and the feeling of power and boost of confidence that I got from looking at
myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but unzip my pants enough to let my
throbbing member spring free.
Looking down at the other items that I had brought in I quickly stepped off
of the stool, grabbed a pair of leather cuffs and strapped them to my wrists
before hooking them together in front of me and stepping back up onto the stool.
Looking into the mirror once more, I firmly grasped my cock and let out a
soft sigh between my clenched teeth. Closing my eyes, I began to slowly stroke
it back and forth while imagining that I was the slave of a Mistress who had
ordered me to masturbate for her entertainment, with the stipulation that I not
allowed to cum. As I stood stroking my cock, my Fantasy Mistress taunted me
with her sultry voice telling me how good my cock looked and how she would force
me to lick up my cum if I disobeyed her and climaxed before her permission was
given. Even this verbal seduction was not enough for my Fantasy Mistress as she
started to stroke my chest and shoulders from behind while nibbling and planting
kisses up and down my neck. The pleasure of my fantasy was so intense that I
had to clench my jaw in order to stop from moaning. Too late I realized that I
should have gotten a gag to try on as well in order to minimize any noise that I
would make but it was too late now so I once again returned to my fantasy.
Slowly, almost agonizingly, my Fantasy Mistress moved up my neck and began
to sensuously lick and gently blow across my ear, causing me to gasp slightly as
bolts of pleasure and arousal shot through my body and down my spine. All of
this in an effort to tease me and drive me to disobey her command and climax
before she had given her permission. Softly she whispered in my ear as she
stroked my latex covered chest and pressed her body and her breasts into my
back. She told me how wet her pussy was becoming, and how much she liked
watching me stroke my own cock for her pleasure. She went on to say what a good
slave I was and what punishments or rewards were in my future as she began to
pinch and pull on my nipples through the latex shirt.
I could only moan when she purred into my ear, asking me if I wanted to cum.
Again she breathed her question and this time I begged repeatedly for her
permission to climax only to be denied and have the cycle of my blissful torment
renewed.
How long I stood there lost in my fantasy stroking my hard cock, I don't
know. What I do know is that just as both my fantasy and my climax were
reaching the point of no return, my world turned upside down as the stool I was
standing on flew out from under me!
Trying to catch myself so that I didn't fall and create a commotion that
would surely attract unwanted attention, I snapped my arms upward in an attempt
to grab the top of the changing room wall. Unfortunately it was either too high
or I wasn't fast enough because I missed and began to fall only to stop with a
sudden jerk.
Opening my eyes slowly I quickly realized what had happened. I had
obviously gotten too caught up in my fantasy and begun rocking back and forth
while still standing on the stool. I guessed that my rocking had caused me to
loose my balance and kick the stool out from under me though it was odd how it
ended up on the other side of the changing room. Looking up I saw that while I
had missed catching the top of the wall I had managed to snag the chain between
my wrist cuffs over a clothes hanger screwed into the wall. Grunting, I tried
to pull myself up but the angle at which the cuffs had my arms pinned made sure
that such a task was impossible without help and there was no way I could stand
up since my boots couldn't even brush the floor.
So there I stayed, hanging from the wall of a changing room in a fetish
boutique, dressed in latex fetish attire, and my still hard cock hanging out of
my pants, wet and dripping precum.
