The Latex Ladies: A Futa Fetish Lesbian Fantasy

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Della stopped her wanderings and crouched down beside her trembling victim. Gently, she held out a hand and placed it over the zipper which covered Felicity’s mouth. The upshot had been that this Mike had been arrested, and charged with robbery. At which point it emerged that this was not his first offence, and that he was wanted for a number of similar crimes, and had been in trouble with the law on many occasions in the past for burglary, fraud, GBH, ABH and a list as long as your arm of other offences. Not a pleasant character by all accounts. Scream all you like my dear, nobody can hear you in here. As I said earlier this place was soundproofed by the previous tenants. I’ve done tests, and even from just outside the room you can hardly hear a thing once the door’s closed. You could play heavy metal music at top volume, and nobody would be any the wiser. And certainly no one in the adjacent buildings, or out in the street, would ever have any inkling that there was a ‘damsel-in-distress’ screaming her head off only a few yards away. Your silence is thus assured.” Della demonstrated by closing one of the bracelets down on her own wrist until the shiny steel was flush to her skin. With her other hand she pulled and jiggled the now completed circle to show that it wouldn’t simply come away on its own.

By the time she’d finished this speech, the pair had reached the landing, no less dark and uninviting than the downstairs corridor. There was, however, a light visible from an open door a few yards along the passageway, towards which Della led the way. As they reached this entrance, it occurred to Felicity that she hadn’t been asked to give any personal details herself; name, age, previous experience or anything of that nature. Sheepishly, she introduced herself.New from Fanarry's Latex Shop! The [FLS] Latex Turisa Dress absolutely makes me purr. Wear it over tights or shorts, or dare to bare! Modifiable, so you can change the colour and sheen. Comes with a bodylight for the perfect shine. Get it on the Marketplace here: Immediately, she pushed down on a small lever that protruded from the ring of metal close to where the chain joined this bracelet to its counterpart, answering her own question triumphantly as she did so. At least now, with the potential modelling assignment on the horizon, she had something of a less fraught nature to occupy her mind. Oh, and if you were thinking that maybe some of today’s other contestants might just save you, then you can forget it. How many of those flyers do you think I printed and distributed?” They do look almost identical to the ones you’re having trouble opening, don’t they? The thing is though, that I substituted this pair for the ones you’re wearing just prior to putting them on you. As you’ve probably now worked out, the difference between the two sets is that the ones you’re encumbered with now are real handcuffs, not like these toy ones that you saw earlier.”

Felicity had made certain, when she’d first experimented with the cuff’s release lever on the ‘dry run’, that she knew exactly where they were located on the bracelets, so that she could activate them and release herself in no more than a second or two. For some reason, however, now that her right hand came to search for the small push-bar on the left bracelet, she was perturbed to discover that her fingers only encountered the smooth curving metal that encircled her wrist. She tried again, but the sought after freedom-giving mechanism still failed to present itself to her flailing fingers. With a sense of dread beginning to mount, her quest shifted to the other wrist. But alas, success proved just as elusive. So engrossed did she become in her pursuit of liberation, that she failed to take note of Della, who was now standing only a foot or two away; the smile, if anything, broader and more evil-looking than ever before. She’d by now discarded the chains that she’d been carrying, and instead held a single pair of handcuffs out for Felicity to view. They looked identical to the ones she’d been presented with earlier. Felicity made some sound that she hoped conveyed the message that this was indeed the aim of her quest, and that she was having difficulty attaining this goal. But instead of coming to her aid, Della merely laughed. She had been hoodwinked into thinking that she was here auditioning for a bondage photo-shoot, and although at the time the whole concept had been alien to her, Felicity now received some insight into what it was that fascinated and excited people about being clothed in skin-tight latex and kept inescapably bound. Subconsciously, maybe the idea wasn’t quite as alien to her as she’d at first assumed. In fact, maybe – just maybe – she could grow to love this form of escapism with a few days’ of practice.All these ifs, buts and maybes kept running relentlessly through Felicity’s frantically spinning head, causing an ever greater cloak of panic and despondency to enshroud her. But what was there to in any way lift the gloom and dampen down the rising hysteria? Could any ray of light be found that might ease her slide into terminal melancholy and a sense of eternal hopelessness? Well maybe there was one possible outlet with the potential to divert her mind away from all this misery and dejection...at least temporarily anyway. One, that’s all. One solitary leaflet, designed and printed just for your benefit and no one else’s, then hand delivered especially to your door. Don’t you feel honoured to be given such special treatment?”

Because, as I told you darling, this is a shoot for a fetish-wear magazine. And most, if not all, of the potential buyers will be into bondage as well as latex. Don’t worry though, they’re not real handcuffs. There’s a little release lever on each bracelet which allows the wearer to get out whenever they want. Take a look.”The cuffs that you’re so desperate to get out of can only be opened with a key...which, of course, you don’t have access to!” Outside, the people of Ipswich continued to go about their daily business; passing only a few feet from where Felicity lay in her soundproofed and windowless incarceration chamber, yet oblivious to the strange drama being played out only inches away from them. For a moment or two, Felicity couldn’t quite take in the implications of what Della was telling her. After a few seconds, the penny dropped however, and the comprehension that she was trapped was confirmed by Della’s next utterance. Felicity’s eyes scanned the leaflet through for a second time, just in case she’d somehow misread it on the first occasion. But there was no mistake. The piece of paper that had been waiting on her doormat when she’d arrived home from work wasn’t of particularly good quality, and appeared to not be exactly professionally produced in its layout or design; fairly amateurish, in fact.