lexigirl1000: Rachel eagerly stripped off her sweater the moment the apartment door closed. The plai
lexigirl1000: Rachel eagerly stripped off her sweater the moment the apartment door closed. The plaid button-down followed as quickly as her fingers could find the buttons, finding itself discarded carelessly onto the banister. She looked down and smiled with a warm sense of exhilaration seeing her true form, in all its black and shiny glory, finally exposed after a long day. She delicately ran her hands down her body, enjoying the smooth rubbery feel of the uniform against her fingertips, taking an extra moment to focus on the way the suit tightly hugged her breasts. It almost felt like her body could breathe again after being smothered all day under the stuffy clothing. It was an important part of her mission. She had to blend in with the others. For now. On the outside she had to keep up the appearances that she was the same mild-mannered college student, but underneath it all, she remained His latex slave. Sometimes during the day she’d forget, but every time she saw black peek out from under her sleeve, she’d feel the warm, pleasurable tingle of obedience come rushing back, flooding out all other thoughts including the lecture she was supposed to be pretending to care about. Every time she felt the silky brush of fabric against her undersuit, a pulse of arousal washed over her. It built up each time, never really going away, and throughout the day she became so uncontrollably horny that someone must have noticed her squirming in her seat. But each wriggle and writhe brought with it another wave of sensation from the movement of her suit, like a knot that grew tighter and tighter the more she struggled against it. By midday as she tried walking to her third class, she couldn’t handle it. She rushed to the nearest bathroom as quickly and calmly as she could, trying not to draw attention or agitate her libido any further. She flung herself into an open stall, not caring if anyone else was around to hear or see her. She barely remembered to close and lock the stall door behind her before unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, letting them fall unceremoniously to her ankles as she found a seat. She found and pulled the second zipper, the one that exposed her needy pussy, and wasted no time teasing her moist lips. She lost herself in the moment, flashing back to thoughts of her Master, His confident grin, His silky smooth voice that reached deep into her mind, putting her at ease and shattering any feeble notion of resistance. She saw flashes of light and spirals and the hazy feeling of trance that melted Her mind as his suggestions imprinted onto her subconscious and she learned her new purpose. She whimpered at the thought of meeting Him in person for the first time, to finally take in the majesty his generous cock. She imagined how good it would feel inside of her and gasped with pleasure as her fingers did their best to simulate. As Rachel edged closer and closer to orgasm, her mind drifted to the thought of recruiting other latex slaves for Master. She pictured her friends, classmates, and even some of her younger female professors in the same latex suit and chrome collar. She saw the blissful smiles wash across their faces as they surrendered to the programming, or the shiver of pleasure as they zipped up into their uniform for the first time. She saw them knelt before Master taking his cock deep as their hands played needily across the latex barriers to their nipples and pussy. She saw them burying their faces in each others’ cunts, reinforcing their training with an orgy of obedience and lust. She heard them repeating in unison the mantra that she now panted out between breaths:“I am a latex slave.”“I exist to serve and obey.”“My body belongs to Master.”“My mind belongs to Master.”“My pussy belongs to Master.”“His will is my–” All of this was enough to bring her over the edge and she moaned with Passionate ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through her shiny body. “His will is my purpose,” she said with a sigh of contentment. As she slowly became aware of her surroundings, she couldn’t help but feel gratitude towards her new slave uniform. Not only did it serve as a constant reminder of her purpose, but until now it had kept all of her juices inside its rubbery membranes. Were it not for the suit, the inevitable wet stain on her pants would have betrayed her arousal to anyone on campus who glanced below her waist. As she reached to pull up her pants, a nagging feeling in the back of her mind told her she was forgetting something. She saw her phone peeking out from a pocket and immediately remembered her instructions. She grabbed up the phone and snapped a picture of her sopping pussy peeking out from within the zipper of her suit. She typed up a quick text and attached the photo to it. “i came for you Master.” A few agonizing moments later, the “received” message popped up and a reply shortly followed.“Good girl. Your pussy knows its Master. I’m coming for you soon. My plane arrives tomorrow morning. You know what to do.” “Yes, Master. i hear and obey.” “Have you been compromised?” “No Master… i don’t think so.” “How does that make you feel? To lie to your friends and everyone you meet?” “So naughty… and sooo hot.” “Very good, slave. Now clean yourself up and continue with the charade. And don’t forget the Rules of the Uniform” She obeyed without hesitation, getting her pants back on before finally heading to class - a full 20 minutes late. The rest of the day passed uneventfully, but as she drove back to her apartment, she couldn’t help but feel the constriction of the clothes against her latex form, causing her to squirm and writhe again in her seat. She also felt the weight of her Master’s imminent arrival which filled her with excitement and terror. By accepting Master into her home she was accepting her purpose to serve His will. There would be no turning back. No more hiding behind a username. She would be his slave. Forever. The thoughts racing in her mind filled her with butterflies and she let a hand fall into her lap where it rubbed slowly for much of the drive home. Now back at her apartment, Rachel had freed her breasts and torso from any non-latex fabric. She was half way through removing her jeans when she felt an odd discomfort around her neck that made her tug at the collar of her suit. The collar! She rushed upstairs to her bedroom and quickly snapped the chrome ring into place around her neck. She felt naked without it, but the collar wouldn’t have worked with the disguise. Now that Rachel was properly adorned with the collar signifying His ownership of her, she slowly pulled down her jeans, savoring every gentle gliding sensation as it slid down her suit. She shivered as the tingling pleasure shot up her spine. As her pants fell to the floor, she turned to inspect herself in the vanity mirror and smiled at how sexy she looked as the light bounced off every curve of her shiny body. This was right. She was a slave, and this was her proper uniform. This was her true form. Anything else she wore was just a disguise. Nothing but Master’s words could change what she was underneath anymore than she could change her skin. For a fleeting instant, she thought about taking off the suit too, but the Rules quickly chased that thought away. A latex slave must always be in uniform.A latex slave must not take off their uniform unless ordered by Master.A latex slave must always wear their collar unless told otherwise.A latex slave may only unzip their crotch for pleasure or hygiene.A latex slave will grow more and more aroused every time they feel their suit.Every time a latex slave cums in uniform they surrender deeper into Master’s power.Every time a latex slave cums, they must report to Master. These rules were Master’s will, so they would be a part of Rachel’s life from now on. She flopped down onto the bed to catch a quick nap after an exhausting day. The excitement and anticipation of tomorrow meant her mind had other plans, racing with ideas and images and above all else, her instructions. She’d drive in the morning to the airport in a skirt and light blouse that barely hid her uniform. She would greet Master at the terminal and take him back to her car. He would drive back to her apartment while she gave Him road head. From there it would be entirely up to Him, but her thoughts drifted to fantasies about what exciting possibilities Master had in mind for her. Maybe more sucking, followed by a good hard fucking as He’d finally slide in every inch of the cock she so desperately craved, filling whatever hole or holes He wished. Maybe he’d use his tongue to turn her cunt into a dribbling wreck the same way his words melted her mind. Maybe he’d make her orgasm over and over again or maybe he’d bring her to the very edge and hold her there, teasing her until she was begging, willing to surrender anything and everything for sweet release. The possibilities were endless and each one made her more horny than the last. Her fingers unconsciously finding their way into her suit and into her pussy attested to that. She thought about the list Master commanded her to make of all her hot friends and acquaintances in order of who Rachel thought might be most susceptible to Master’s control and reprogramming. Maybe he’d take her to go recruit a friend from school or one of her roommates when they got back in town. The thought of a sister slave to share in the pleasure drove her wild. She stifled a moan as her fingers found her clit. As the pleasure started to brew up inside of her, she found herself mouthing the Mantra again, silently at first, before proclaiming aloud to the empty room between each breath: “I am a latex slave.”“I exist to serve and obey.”“My body belongs to Master.”“My mind belongs to Master.”“My pussy belongs to Master.”“His will is my purpose.” This is my first attempt at a story on here, so go easy on me! Sorry if its a little long, I just let the picture and the story carry me where ever it wanted to go. <3 -- source link