Story from querthe's dA account, before it was taken down.

Slimsuit 4 of 7 - up to now

    by ~querthe, Jul 11, 2011, 1:21:52 AM
    Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / Erotic / Short Stories

The young blonde finished to prepare the dinner. Nothing particular, just a simple pasta with tomato and hamburger with salad, but in her conditions also these simple tasks weren't easy to complete.
Her hands were restrained at the wrist, tied together with multiple round of black electrical tape, her fingers sealed inside two pairs of rubber gloves and little bags, quite useless for grabbing and touching things. All her body was plastified, completely covered in clear PVC, duct tape and plastic wrap, her dripping pussy aching for the desire of release. Her mother was watching her struggles for finishing the dinner. The woman won a bet, and now was very happy to having discovered that her daughter was a fetishist as her, also if Michelle was a plastic lover, Lucy a rubber and bondage lover. But things can change, she thought. The woman moved her rubber gloved hands over her rubber covered body, eager to reduce her daughter another time a little slave, her head encased in a plastic bag.
"Did you finish?"
"Mom, you know that with my hands I can do a lot… Why you couldn't help me?" Michelle asked, begging for an help. She was sweating profusely in all her plastic attire and near the fires. The water was boiling.
"No hope! I won, and thanks me that you can cook without your head inside the bag as we said at the start."
"Also you had your head free, and not inside your rigid mask. You looked an alien before…"
Lucy smiled and caressed Michelle head, kissing her forehead.
"Come on, lazy girl, or you will not released until tomorrow…"
Michelle finished the dinner and served it in table. She sat in front of her mother and smiled.
"Enjoy your meal, mom! I want to see how you can eat with your claw…"
"I'm not touching the food, dear. You have to feed me."
"Mom!"
"Michelle, Do you want that your pretty face will became another time one thing with this plastic bag?" said the mother, showing her a little transparent bag.
"You are impossible…" laughed the girl, taking the mother fork and starting to feed her. Both, after one or two minutes, started to giggle, then laughed.
"It's something not bearable, mom. We aren't normal!"
"Dear, you said we aren't normal. Why? You are a girl sealed in plastic that feed a woman sealed in black rubber. This is normal?"
Michelle had tears in her eyes for the laughing when she arrived at the end of the dinner. She fed herself and her mother, and they also ate one other with the eyes and the hands (gloved or mittened). Her mother went to the fridge and toke some strawberries and whipped cream.
"Come here, my dear. It's dessert time!"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't be afraid. I think you and I will be very happy of this dessert." Said the mother. She used a knife to cut the tape that tied the wrist of Michelle, then used other tape to fix the plastic mittens at the girl sides. "Lay down, dear…"
The girl did as requested, and her mother fixed her legs open taping them to the legs of a chair.
"Mom, what you want to do? Mom, Why you are using the whipped cream all over my sex? Mom… Mommmmghh!"
Lucy stopped the questions using a napkin and tape all over the lover face of her daughter.
"Dessert doesn't talk. They are pretty and yummy."
"Mnngggnh… mmmhhhhppp… mmmm… mmmmmhh! Moaned the taped girl while the other used the whipped cream over the breast and the bellybutton. Some strawberries and Michelle became a perfect fetish dessert"
"Now the better part of my plot. See you later, dear." Said the mother, sealing Michelle eyes under the tape.
"Pllllleeeeeessssshhh. Ffffffffffeeeee mmmmmmm!"
The mother answered kissing her taped lips. Michelle felt a strange pressure all over her neck, and the air became warm.
"My God. She sealed my face under the plastic, and I can't do nothing." The girl thought.
Lucy started to eat her dessert, liking slowly the whipped cream over the pussy, teasing the girl that moaned and arched her back, trying to having release of the wonderful ache inside her crotch. The woman shift her attention to the breast, biting softly the strawberry and the nipples, watching  as a starve wolf the plastic be sucked and ballooned with a pace increasing each second. The girl started to suck the bag with all her force, the plastic glued to her nostrils, the ball of the eyes visible also under the black tape when the bag bit the skin as alive. Lucy started to think that in a minute or so her daughter had to be freed, so she increased her efforts on the breasts and started to lick furiously the pussy, pulsing under the sweated plastic and her tongue.
"Mhhhhhhhh… ppplllllll…." Started to mumble Michelle, but the lack of air and the approaching orgasm were too much for her brain. She stopped to think, she stopped to desire fresh air, and she focused only in her pussy, feeling all movements of her mother, tasting the stale air inside her lungs, desiring that she could stop to breath and became only a sex thing.
Lucy decided to finish the game, and with her hands over her daughter breasts, she licked with thunderous pace the pussy, coming inside her rubber prison in the same moment that Michelle arched her back as a cat.
"Mmmmmmhhh… mmmmhhgggm…  mmm… gggghhh…ggg…" her face, now red for the orgasm, was outlined by the plastic deeply attached to her skin. The bag was so tightly glued to her flesh that the mother looked at her in ecstasy.
"My dear, you are really a sexy doll. No one could say you are a girl, but only a pretty plastic doll. But you have to breath, or John will have to search a new girlfriend. Now, if you can hear me, I will free you. But not in a hurry…" Lucy smiled, caressing the sealed lips of her daughter, lost in a wonderful death, focused also now on the orgasm, the lack of air fixing the last moment of her life.

Stay tuned. Michelle will come back. Perhaps…