The Latex Queen
Jay shuddered as he heard Michelle’s boots on the basement stairs. His skin prickled in the humid air.
She reached the concrete floor, and stopped. Her smile was beautiful, and chilling. It was the smile of conquest.
“Well, well, well,” she purred.
Unabashedly, her clear blue eyes ran up and down Jay’s naked body, pausing as they took in his full erection as it jutted out from between his legs. There was nowhere to hide from her gaze. Jay felt his cheeks prickle as they reddened.
“Guess I won’t be needing these,” Michelle said.
Holding up a pair of scissors, she reached over and set them down on a cluttered metal shelf with a dull clang.
“Though if I’m being honest, I was kind of liking the thought of cutting your clothes off and sending you home naked,” she continued. “Imagine explaining that to Jess.”
The sound of her heels was both sexy and sinister as she approached her victim like a lioness on the prowl.
“Listen, Michelle, I -” Jay tried.
“Sshhh,” Michelle frowned.
Raising the crop, she pushed the tip against Jay’s bare chest, the slender shaft flexing as she walked up to him.
“You’re not here for your opinions, Jay. You’re here to make me cum. Don’t forget that.”
The crop’s leather tip slid down his chest, tracing the shape of his musculature as she teased her captive’s skin. Jay gasped as it slid over his hard shaft, just for a moment, before Michelle stepped aside and rapped it against the leather surface of the bench.
“Get up there,” she ordered, “quickly now.”
She smiled as she watched Jay’s cock swaying from side to side as he hurried to comply, using his arms to boost himself up on top of the bench before turning to sit with his legs hanging down on either side.
Michelle took her time as she circled around the bench, savoring the feeling of absolute power as she decided his fate. On the far side of the bench, she stopped.
“Give me your hand,” she ordered.
Jay’s hand trembled. She could feel it in her own, like a frightened bird. She bit her lip as her pussy dampened under her latex skirt.
Focusing on the task before her, she locked another metal cuff around his other wrist. Now Jay was totally at her mercy, both wrists secured to the metal rails of the bench. Michelle circled around to stand at the foot of the bench, watching Jay’s ribcage rise and fall as his wary eyes followed her every movement.
“That’s better,” she sighed gratefully. “Touch your cock.”
The metal cuffs rattled as Jay reached for his throbbing erection, first with his right hand, then his left. He was nowhere near. The cuffs held his hands well away from his forlorn member as it blindly sought relief in the empty air.
“No?” Michelle teased. “If you can touch it, I’ll let you cum.”
Jay renewed his efforts, grunting in frustration as the cuffs dug into his wrists. Michelle couldn’t help herself. Her bright, clear laughter filled the basement as it mingled with the sound of Jay’s fruitless struggle.
“Hmm,” she mocked. “That’s funny. It looked like you wanted to cum, but I guess not.”
“No, I do,” Jay panted, “I do. I just can’t reach.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” Michelle laughed.
Her dress creaked and tightened around her body as she climbed up onto the foot of the bench, the heavy metal frame easily supporting both their weight. On her hands and knees, she crawled slowly along the padded leather surface, smiling at Jay’s wide-eyed gaze as he watched her approach.
Her breasts hung heavily, threatening to spill out from the top of the tight dress. Crawling between Jay’s splayed legs, she lowered her head. Her blonde hair tickled his thighs as she hovered over his cock, watching it jump as she breathed softly on it, teasing it. Gazing up at Jay, she smiled at the stare of agonized lust on his face.
“Touch it, and I’ll suck your cock,” she whispered.
Jay grimaced, his hands flailing uselessly against the cuffs.
“I can’t,” he moaned wretchedly.
“Oh well.”
Backing away, Michelle rose up on her knees on the bench in front of him.
“I guess you don’t get to cum then.”
Jay’s groan of frustration made her body glow with a feeling of erotic power as her hand plucked at the hem of her tight skirt.
“I can touch mine,” she smiled, shifting slightly on the bench as she parted her knees. “Would you like to see?”
“Yes,” Jay gasped, his voice hoarse.
“Ok,” Michelle smiled.
Her teeth shone white against her lips as she hiked up her skirt, the latex clinging to her damp thighs as she slipped one hand underneath to find her wet sex.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, closing her eyes as the delicious feeling washed over her. “Oh God, that feels sooo good. Don’t you wish you could touch yourself right now?”
“Yes,” Jay panted.
“Mmm. But you can’t, can you? I took that privilege away, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did,” Jay said.
His voice sounded hollow, his words seeming cold and mechanical as he stared fixedly at Michelle’s moving hand. The wet sound of her pleasure filled the room as her breathing got faster.
“That’s right,” she smirked. “I can take anything I want from you. Even your orgasms. Even your cock. Don’t forget it.”
Her hand slithered free from under her skirt, her fingers glistening wetly in the harsh light. In one fluid motion, she stood on the bench in front of him, towering over the shackled man. His eyes widened as she raised a booted foot to his shoulder, her dripping pussy now fully on display under her tiny skirt.
Raising her crop, she tapped his other shoulder as her foot pushed him down.
“Lie down,” she ordered, standing over him as his head rested against the padded leather bench.
Her foot slid down to his chest, and Jay grunted as she put her full weight on it, stepping on him. With a dancer’s grace, she turned, her boot heels leaving marks in the skin of his chest as she pivoted.
Jay gasped gratefully as she stepped off him again, her boots either side of his head as she faced his feet. He stared up her skirt as though the secrets of the universe hid between her legs, and she smiled down at him like the sun.
Sliding her skirt up, she bent her knees and lowered herself down onto him until she crouched above him on all fours, her bare ass and dripping cunt hovering inches above his desperate face. Craning her neck, she looked back at him over her shoulder.