A tight fit with latex

Amanda was in dire need of work, so when a photographer suddenly approached her on the street, when she was sitting all alone drinking some coffee, she couldn't decline. He offered her a good amount of money, just for a few pictures. Although he did seem sketchy she didn't question it further, hearing the amount of money that was offered just for a few snaps, she found no harm doing so. The only information that the photographer provided was that it was some sort of exhibition and the theme is a secret, but it won't be bad at all. She was convinced so she just got home and searched his name.

He was quite well known, especially famous for his artistic photography with unique themes. She was stoked to work with him. So when he texted her again, telling about the time and date, she made sure to not let the offer slip at all. So two days later, she reached the said destination. Checking her phone to make sure she reached the correct place, she tips the can driver and gets out. The man was standing outside the building, welcoming her with a big smile. She greets him and follows him inside, they reach a big room where different cameras, lightings and other modeling props were placed. He made her sit on the couch on the far left corner and picked up some magazines. "Here, this shows my work." He says handing her the magazines. Amanda nervously opens the first page, heat rushing to her cheeks as she stared at the naked model.

Oh this wasn't what she expected. She quietly flips over the pages noticing how bold the photos were yet they looked so artistic. When the picture of a girls in various latex outfits and very high stiletto thigh boots comes up, he stops her. "This is what we will be doing today." Her eyes widens as she stares at the photo, the woman looked so sexy wearing the latex outfit. She pictures herself instead of her and that makes her excited, something about those outfits made her feel a little bit horny. She traces the photo with her index finger, eyeing how the outfit accentuated the models body, call it overconfidence but she thought she would look even better. So clearing her throat, she agrees, nodding her head. A wide grin develops on the man's face. The man clears his throat as he starts explaining what she will be wearing for the session; a black latex catsuit, together with a matching latex hood, gloves, and finally a pair of ballet boots.

He checks whether she was okay with all of that, which of course she was. She wasn't entirely new to the concept or more precisely latex kink, she had accidentally discovered it a few years ago while watching porn, but she never got the chance to fulfil her fantasy, so the job seemed like a dream come true to her. He has asked for her measurements beforehand to make sure the outfit they'll ready for her will fit her. Amanda is quite tall and her legs are very long and that was one of the reasons why he picked her. "Let me show you the dress." He says as she nods, balancing herself on her feet. Smilingly he shows her the dressing room.

There was no one there, Amanda wasn't entirely sure why such a big studio was empty today but she decided to not ask that. Her photoshoot only required the photographer who was here so she couldn't care less. "Have a look" He says pointing at the outfit she was going to wear. It was a catsuit but quite a strange one, its neck entry had no zip, except between the legs. She picks it up sliding her hands against it, it felt so nice and slippery under her touch. "You like it?" He asks, Amanda nods and he finally leaves her so that she can change. She looks at the dresser, a bottle of lube and oil and other necessary stuff placed onto it. She knew she needs to use plenty of lube to get into the catsuit. She rubs the lube all over her body until her skin glistens with it, before putting her feet into the neck hole. She then carefully begin to pull it up making sure her feet go into the legs as she edge it up and then put her arms into the sleeves. 

She was pleasantly surprised how easily she got the catsuit on with the lube, but it is super tight, shaping her arse, torso and breasts particularly making them stand out much more than normal. She then sit down at the dressing table and put the ballet boots on, pushing her feet into the steep vamp before buckling them up around her ankles. The boots are almost vertical with the 6' heels, but she has experience of wearing very high heels and from my ballet training. Now she picks up and pulls the hood on, it slips easily over my head, but instead of eye holes the latex is just perforated with tiny pin prick holes so dramatically reduces her vision.

She adjusts it in the mirror so the two holes are correctly positioned for her nose and instead of a hole for her mouth and lips there again is just a single small round hole in the middle. She has not worn a hood like this before and for a moment as she put it on it is mildly claustrophobic, but she soon gets used to it. He has obviously chosen it to create that totally enclosed latex look. Finally, she pulls on the latex gloves and stretches them so they fit over my fingers perfectly; as best I can I check everything is looking right before I carefully stand up, and slowly and deliberately walk in the ballet heels out of the changing room.

I come out of the dressing room teetering on the almost impossible 7" stiletto heels of the ballet ankle boots into the studio. Smiling he quickly comes over and offers his hand to her to both guide and help balance me. Oh, you look splendid, well done." he says enthusiastically. "Okay, now just come with me over here." He guide me across the studio to an area shrouded in plastic sheeting. Holding the sheeting apart you usher me inside. There is a white circular podium, about 4' across and in the middle of it is a single vertical metal pole. Sitting on a table at the side is what looks like an electric paint sprayer. "So, I am going to need you to stand on the podium whilst I use the sprayer to coat your outfit to make it all shiny" He explains.

She always wondered how they achieved such perfectly shiny finishes to the latex outfits in their pictures. You then go on to add "Now the only thing is that you need to stand perfectly still and not touching anything whilst the spray dries, okay?" "Okay." She replies with a nod, not sure how well she is going to manage that in these heels for any length of time. Little did she know she was going to be the first model to go through this particular process. "Now for our safety we will need to wear masks to protect us from any spray fumes" he says, picking up face masks like firemen use for me. "As you are being sprayed you need this more specialist mask." She stands still as she lets him fit the mask over my already hooded head. "Just breathe normally." He says tightening the straps around my head so it is airtight. With the mask on ,her visibility is reduced to virtually zero.

Breathing inside the mask through the filters the air tastes slightly sweet, warm and of latex, which makes her a little light headed. "Is that okay?" he asks. "Yes, fine." she replies but with the hood and mask on she can barely hear him. "Good, now let's get you up onto the podium." he takes her hand and helps her to stand on the podium by making her gingerly step up onto it in these ballet heels. Relying on his hand for balance in these heels she then feels his hands hold her waist and move her gently into the position she wanted. "Head up and keep looking straight ahead." She hears him say, so she complies. She then feels him ease my legs apart slightly. She can feel his hands between my legs and am not sure if I feel the zip being pulled open a little. It was so gentle. "Okay now hold still as I am going to secure you onto the podium." he says in a very matter of fact way. She wonders how he's going to do this as she didn't see any frame or anything when I came in.

The next thing she knows, she gasps in total surprise and shock inside her mask as she feels something touch my vulva and gently push into her and then starts to slide into her vagina. She begins to breathe rapidly in the mask causing it to mist over, she tries to look down but couldn't see what is going on. She just hears your calm voice "Don't panic, I am just making sure you will stay still in place whilst I spray ." He was kneeling between her legs raising the metal bar pushing it into her pussy, securing me in place. She has never heard of, or seen a one bar prison before.

She continues to feel the hard object pushing slowly further and further up into her vagina, stretching it, she gasps and shudders as it becomes really sensitive, nervous that I can't much more, she tries to push myself higher on her toes, which is virtually impossible in those ballet heels. The further it rises inside her the more she's forced to stand up right and not move, as any movement causes such an intense reaction inside her. . She dare not to move, but he can tell she has reached her limit and secure the one bar prison in place. Impaled so deep even if she tried to, she wouldn't be unable to get off it now. "Well done." she hears him say as he steps off the podium. She's still in a shock trying to cope with the dildo deep inside her when she hears the electric spray gun start and then feel the cold liquid start to cover her outfit right from my head down to her feet.

This seems to go on for quite a while, with short breaks as he carefully spray me several times with thin coats. Inside the mask she can hear herself breathing but has very little sensation of anything else. She still feels light headed and strangely calm and passive as she breathes in and out through the mask filters. She still has the dildo and then out of the blue she feels it move up and down, at a slow pace, her body convulses with pleasure, as it continues fucking her until it spills our her load, she feels him pull it out of her pussy.

But before she could relax he pushes another device into her, it was vibrator and a tube like vessel, she was dumbfounded about whatever was happening but the sensitivity of his pussy wasn't allowing her to react sensibly, she feels the device moving insider her making her moan like a bitch, the man's fingers presses it deeper into her before increasing it's vibrations, her eyes roll back in pleasure. Finally, a slow stream of her creamy cum descends from her latex clad vulva and collects into the tube by flowing down into the small collecting vessel. "Practice can increase the creamy sap production from my rubber doll!" He says, chuckling in amusement. She was trying to catch her breath when he turned on the device again, but changed its settings.

She couldn't can't help but wriggle a little on the one bar prison, starting to need the pleasure it was making her feel. The pattern of vibration and movement changes, and this time it was slower and builds over a longer time, almost as if it can sense her increased arousal and sensitivity, it takes her some time to the edge. Inside her hood and mask, she was struggling to contain her increasing desperation to orgasm but also enjoying the way it was keeping her aroused, losing track of time in her isolation and arousal. After a good 10 minutes, it finally takes her over the edge and this time after her first orgasm it stops and suddenly starts again vigorously making her have a second, and then a third orgasm. Her creamy cum is in full flow down onto the collecting it into the vessel which was now almost full. 

"Congratulations, this rubber doll is now at full production of its creamy sap" He says, pulling the device out of my cunt. And leans over removing the full vessel of my creamy cum. "Well, you have been productive haven't you?" he says examining it, then smells it, and then puts some onto the tip of his finger and places it between his lips tasting her. "Very sexy" He comments before putting a top onto the container. "You performed brilliantly well sweetie." He says before walking away,"I got so many lovely pictures of you I bet you would love seeing them." And Amanda had no idea what to reply to that, as she stands there with her trembling body.