Prurient Latex Slave Girl in tight Slave Girls Dress

A short time ago, I met with my very good girlfriend in a quiet coffee shop. We spoke about different typical girl things. I don't remember how we arrived on the topic, but shortly she described to me her biggest dream: Being a real Slave Girl. I’ve known her for a long time, and this was not the first time she had spoken about this fantasy to live life like a slave. Her way of explaining the scenario was fascinating to me, and it inspired me to picture the image of her desired life style. So, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine how she may have enjoyed her last summer:

Early in the morning, I woke up from my latex dreams. I was freed from my specially-designed vacuum bed. My master took off the chains and, like every morning, I need to take a shower to rinse the sweat from spending the previous night in latex. After this, I go into my wardrobe and peruse my latex outfits which my master has enjoined me to wear.

For today, I looked for my black latex stockings and my black latex gloves. Because I wear latex every day and have grown accustomed to it, it was simple for me to pull my stockings on very slowly. The master enjoyed every move I made. Every free minute, I have been training to dress sensually in latex, and apparently this time has been well invested.

I stand otherwise naked in front of my master, dressed only in my latex stockings. Next I donned my latex gloves. As I was finished dressing, I took some lubricant and with slow, sensual movements, made my latex shine. It was beautiful to see how flat gray latex becomes shiny and deep black. I took some more lube and rubbed again and again over the latex until I felt the latex become even more glossy.

Finally, I took out my tight latex dress. This dress was marked with the word "Slave" to show everyone I'm the slave of someone. That's normally no problem if I wear this latex dress at home. But a few months before, my master had disciplined me with this slave dress, out in public.

Every weekend, I enjoy going to the local baker to get rolls, cookies, or biscuits. Typically, I will wear latex while out and about, but styles that are not that self-evident, because I prefer that people in town not see me in Heavy Rubber. That's the reason why I have a pair of black latex jeans and a nice latex top that looks relatively casual. One day, though, I had to quickly grab some biscuits from the bakery, but I happened to be wearing my ass-free pink latex mini dress with transparent latex stockings. I totally love wearing this dress around home, but it’s not something I’d like to wear at the bakery on a normal day. It was also a little cold outside, which is why I quickly pulled a wool blouse over my dress. Unfortunately, the master saw this outrage! He thought I was getting soft and starting to dislike latex, so he decided to discipline me with the slave dress. Every day for two weeks I was forced to go buy biscuits from the baker in my tight latex slave dress. I know this punishment was correct, even if it was very demeaning for me.

I totally understood my master. He wanted me to accept my fate of wearing latex all my life. In the end, he was right! On the first few days, everyone looked at me, and I didn't enjoy their staring eyes. Everyone ogled my very tight latex slave dress and talked about it, talked about me. But after two weeks, it didn’t matter to me anymore what the villagers said about me. So, that was one very important lesson, and I thank my master for this.

Today, I still wear this slave dress, but more because the master loves to see the tight latex on my body, not to discipline me. It was perfect weather to do my day’s work: Cleaning the swimming pool. The sun was shining brightly and motivated me to start cleaning. It was really warm and I felt my sweat dripping down. I love this feeling of hot latex on my skin. Furthermore, I had a second motivation. My master would allow me to sunbathe for a short spell, if I got the pool completely spotless.

... My friend stopped talking at that moment and interrupted my day dream. She had another date to run to, but she didn't tell me exactly where she needed to go. She only said: "It's for Slaves Academy". I think we both have different thoughts about our respective lives and life styles, but her explanation was beautiful. Mainly, the central part about latex was important for me! For myself, latex is a lovely passion, but I'm happy to be simply a latex model. That still allows me to dream and enjoy the sensuality of latex or realize latex dreams like these.