Delia Encased in Latex Part 39
DISCLAIMER: Delia is a generic, adult female in her mid 30s.
Delia sat there in her latex catsuit, bored out of her mind. She had slipped into a shiny, skintight, black catsuit with a hood, gloves, and socks. With her hair sticking out of a hair tube in the back, she could not help but wonder if she could be even more encased. Occasionally rubbing herself, Delia stopped and decided to see what she could get up to. Going to her bedroom and the hidden drawer in the closet, she beheld her collection of latex bondage items.
First she needed to gag herself. She pulled out a shiny, red ball gag and popped it into her mouth. Once it was secure, she pulled out what looked like a latex sleeping bag. This shiny black bag had a special valve near the top, allowing it to be inflated. Normally she would need a partner to operate the air hose, but she would have to do it by herself this time. Once the hose was hooked up to the bag, she turned the pump on and waited. As soon as the sleeping bag was fully inflated, she began to wriggle herself in.
This took some finesse as the sleeping bag was fairly tight. Delia moaned as she worked her way in, her mind racing with all sorts of dirty thoughts. It also felt good to squeeze into the latex. Honestly she was tempted to get herself out and do it again as it was almost more fun than being trapped in the sleeping bag. Once the latex reached her chin, she had a choice. Did she further wriggle herself in and potentially get stuck? Or did she just stay like that?
She chose to potentially get stuck. After one last wriggle, she was in and trapped. Delia took a moment to take it all in as she relaxed and let the latex settle. The only thing sticking out was the top of her head and her hair. Breathing was a little tricky, but she did not care. If she permanently became a latex worm, that was fine with her.
Delia wobbled and wobbled on her latex bed, moaning happily as she did. She could barely move, only being able to potentially wriggle herself back out. She tried to bend up, but it was impossible. She tried to arch her body up, but it was also impossible. After trying to bend her body and failing multiple times, she settled to catch her breath. The latex worm stopped, remaining still for some time before Delia started panicking.
She was not actually in trouble, she just liked the idea of being captured or turned into a latex hostage. Her panicked moaning was so convincing that anyone who heard her would have thought she was actually in trouble. After one last struggle to free herself, she gave in… is what she told herself. Delia eventually settled again, quite tired. She was not going to take a nap in the sleeping bag, as that was a recipe for trouble.
It was time to get out, so Delia began trying to free herself. Her latex bed was making this difficult as it felt like she was trapped in gelatin. Some time passed as she made multiple attempts to wriggle out of her inflated cocoon. Eventually she ended up rolling off the bed, hitting the floor with a soft bop and a bounce. She rolled across the floor until presumably hitting the wall.
Once she was on the floor, Delia could start wriggling again. Being up against the wall also helped. Sticking her head out, she noticed it was dark out. Had she been encased for that long? Through a slow and tedious process, she managed to free herself and safely deflate the sleeping bag. Looking at the clock, she was horrified: It was 10 PM and she had started at 4 PM. Normally she would have gone for dinner, but the ball gag in her mouth convinced her to keep playing in latex.
Feeling tired, she figured she would sleep in latex. Getting into her latex bed was fun as she replaced everything but the mattress and frame with latex. Inside her latex quilt she put in a heavy, weighted blanket. It compressed her, making it feel like she was trapped underneath an inescapable layer of latex. She slept awkwardly, constantly waking up. Trying to get up was impossible given the heavy blanket and her drowsiness, so she would immediately fall back asleep.
In the morning she felt exhausted, and so remained under the latex blanket. It felt like she had sunken into tar, the latex bed quickly becoming an inescapable sarcophagus.
She remained a prisoner of her encasement until about 10:30 AM, when she finally had the strength to free herself. Leaving her ball gag on the nightstand, she trudged her way to the bathroom, then to the kitchen for breakfast.
She had to take her latex off eventually as she needed to shower badly. The inside of the suit felt slimy and slippery. Delia did not want to, but she had to. Making her way to the bathroom, she started the hot water and peeled off her latex. She was quite stinky and the hot water felt good on her body. After lightly drying herself off, Delia slipped into a new latex outfit and began washing the old one. Truthfully it was a bit pleasing to be forced to clean something in her latex. She had always wanted to be a latex fetish maid.
Once she was done, she returned to the living room and sat down. Delia sat there in her latex catsuit, bored out of her mind. She had slipped into a shiny, black catsuit with a hood, gloves, and socks. With her hair sticking out of a hair tube in the back, she could not help but wonder if she could be even more encased. Occasionally rubbing herself, Delia stopped and decided to see what she could get up to…
The time loop was restarting, so what crazy situation would she get herself into this time? Perhaps something with the latex skin sack would do…
Delia Encased in Latex Part 39 © 2024 ChaoticLatexKnight
Delia sat there in her latex catsuit, bored out of her mind. She had slipped into a shiny, skintight, black catsuit with a hood, gloves, and socks. With her hair sticking out of a hair tube in the back, she could not help but wonder if she could be even more encased. Occasionally rubbing herself, Delia stopped and decided to see what she could get up to. Going to her bedroom and the hidden drawer in the closet, she beheld her collection of latex bondage items.
First she needed to gag herself. She pulled out a shiny, red ball gag and popped it into her mouth. Once it was secure, she pulled out what looked like a latex sleeping bag. This shiny black bag had a special valve near the top, allowing it to be inflated. Normally she would need a partner to operate the air hose, but she would have to do it by herself this time. Once the hose was hooked up to the bag, she turned the pump on and waited. As soon as the sleeping bag was fully inflated, she began to wriggle herself in.
This took some finesse as the sleeping bag was fairly tight. Delia moaned as she worked her way in, her mind racing with all sorts of dirty thoughts. It also felt good to squeeze into the latex. Honestly she was tempted to get herself out and do it again as it was almost more fun than being trapped in the sleeping bag. Once the latex reached her chin, she had a choice. Did she further wriggle herself in and potentially get stuck? Or did she just stay like that?
She chose to potentially get stuck. After one last wriggle, she was in and trapped. Delia took a moment to take it all in as she relaxed and let the latex settle. The only thing sticking out was the top of her head and her hair. Breathing was a little tricky, but she did not care. If she permanently became a latex worm, that was fine with her.
Delia wobbled and wobbled on her latex bed, moaning happily as she did. She could barely move, only being able to potentially wriggle herself back out. She tried to bend up, but it was impossible. She tried to arch her body up, but it was also impossible. After trying to bend her body and failing multiple times, she settled to catch her breath. The latex worm stopped, remaining still for some time before Delia started panicking.
She was not actually in trouble, she just liked the idea of being captured or turned into a latex hostage. Her panicked moaning was so convincing that anyone who heard her would have thought she was actually in trouble. After one last struggle to free herself, she gave in… is what she told herself. Delia eventually settled again, quite tired. She was not going to take a nap in the sleeping bag, as that was a recipe for trouble.
It was time to get out, so Delia began trying to free herself. Her latex bed was making this difficult as it felt like she was trapped in gelatin. Some time passed as she made multiple attempts to wriggle out of her inflated cocoon. Eventually she ended up rolling off the bed, hitting the floor with a soft bop and a bounce. She rolled across the floor until presumably hitting the wall.
Once she was on the floor, Delia could start wriggling again. Being up against the wall also helped. Sticking her head out, she noticed it was dark out. Had she been encased for that long? Through a slow and tedious process, she managed to free herself and safely deflate the sleeping bag. Looking at the clock, she was horrified: It was 10 PM and she had started at 4 PM. Normally she would have gone for dinner, but the ball gag in her mouth convinced her to keep playing in latex.
Feeling tired, she figured she would sleep in latex. Getting into her latex bed was fun as she replaced everything but the mattress and frame with latex. Inside her latex quilt she put in a heavy, weighted blanket. It compressed her, making it feel like she was trapped underneath an inescapable layer of latex. She slept awkwardly, constantly waking up. Trying to get up was impossible given the heavy blanket and her drowsiness, so she would immediately fall back asleep.
In the morning she felt exhausted, and so remained under the latex blanket. It felt like she had sunken into tar, the latex bed quickly becoming an inescapable sarcophagus.
She remained a prisoner of her encasement until about 10:30 AM, when she finally had the strength to free herself. Leaving her ball gag on the nightstand, she trudged her way to the bathroom, then to the kitchen for breakfast.
She had to take her latex off eventually as she needed to shower badly. The inside of the suit felt slimy and slippery. Delia did not want to, but she had to. Making her way to the bathroom, she started the hot water and peeled off her latex. She was quite stinky and the hot water felt good on her body. After lightly drying herself off, Delia slipped into a new latex outfit and began washing the old one. Truthfully it was a bit pleasing to be forced to clean something in her latex. She had always wanted to be a latex fetish maid.
Once she was done, she returned to the living room and sat down. Delia sat there in her latex catsuit, bored out of her mind. She had slipped into a shiny, black catsuit with a hood, gloves, and socks. With her hair sticking out of a hair tube in the back, she could not help but wonder if she could be even more encased. Occasionally rubbing herself, Delia stopped and decided to see what she could get up to…
The time loop was restarting, so what crazy situation would she get herself into this time? Perhaps something with the latex skin sack would do…
Delia Encased in Latex Part 39 © 2024 ChaoticLatexKnight
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Hey, I have some flash fiction. I actually feel comfortable doing kinky stories now, which is something I have always wanted to do. I know this is not that kind of story, but I wouldn't mind if you told me what you think of my writing. If there's an issue with my writing, let me know.
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