Her Sire had ordered her to suit up for pleasure and she had done so, quite willingly. Her skin tingled in the cold night air and her nipples stood in sharp contrast on the latex surface of her catsuit. "Why are we here Sire?" She asked in her meekest voice and was shushed almost instantly by her Sire's hand covering her lips. He spun around in the doorway and she felt her knees weaken when he looked deeply into her eyes. "I will tell you in the morning." He said with his gravely voice and felt her lips purse with desire in his palm. He released her after she nodded and led her inside. The room was large and tiled with dark slate, making her black heels click with every step.
"Lay down here." He said and gestured at a small bench, covered with a red sheet of thick latex.
The rubbery smell filled the room and she felt her pussy get moist and slick. The rubber catsuit squeaked softly when she laid down and she squirmed for a second until the sheet warmed to her body. "Now don't move, and be a good girl." He reached over and massaged her mound while he reached under the bench and pulled out a length of rope. She let out a soft moan and pushed her pelvis into his strong hands. "And be quiet, not a sound." He said and gave her pussy a quick slap that elicited a quick gasp. His hands moved the rope around her body and with a few swift jerks she was bound tight. "I'll be back in the morning." Was all he said before she heard the doors close and the soft click of a lock.
She lay quiet for a few moments and was slightly confused. She turned her head to get a better look at her surroundings and felt the rope pull tight across her rubber chest. The walls were plain and unadorned. Other than the dark wooden bench she was on, there was only one other piece of furniture in the room. A small table filled with candles stood in the corner, providing the only source of light.
Her gaze returned to the ceiling and she listened intently for a few minutes. Not a sound penetrated the thick oak doors. No cars, no planes, nothing. She was well and true alone.
"What's he playing at?" She muttered and hushed when she heard a creak of wood. She lay still as a statue and suddenly felt very naked. The silence that followed was so complete she could almost hear the latex squeak whenever her heart beat. There was another creak and a warmth splayed across her body. It brushed over her like hands massaging her rubber covered curves. A moan escaped her lips when she felt the warmth move across her breasts and down her side. "Who's there?" She breathed and turned her head from side to side. The nylon rope grew taut and she felt a drop of moisture growing between her lips.
A deep voice, right next to her ear, chuckled. Her head turned around so fast it pulled the ropes so tight it almost hurt. "Who's there!" She uttered in a breathy voice while the nylon pushed her lips together.
"No one..." came the reply near her nethers. The voice was so quiet she wasn't sure it was there. She felt something tug at the ropes and felt the latex tighten around her crotch. Her pussy was moist now. When the voice spoke again she felt goosebumps erupt on every inch of her rubber skin. "He said I'd like you..." the ropes and latex grew tighter and pressed her lips together. She felt her juices gather and swirl around under the latex. She felt the warmth press her mons and rub her clit. She bit her lip, trying not to moan. After a few seconds of heavy breathing she asked. "Do you?" There was no answer this time. Instead there was pressure on her nipple that drew a long deep moan from her.
She lifted her head and felt the rubber around her neck crinkle and slide. The pressure stopped and she saw nothing. She adjusted her leg a little and suddenly felt a smack on her rubberclad rear. "Lay down!" Said the voice forcefully and she felt her head pressed down by an intense warmth. Her mind wondered for a second how the spank had gone through the bench. "Who are you?" She asked for the third time and received no response. Warmth spread across her lips again and massaged the juices around. She felt blood rush to her clit and her nipples strained against the red rubber.
She felt something push aside the ropes and trail her inner thighs. "I do like you... you're fiesty..." it said in it's husky voice. The same warmth moved across her body and she could tell she was sweating now. Heat streamed from the holes in her mask and a drop of sweat fell into her eyes blurring her vision. A shape came into view that was quite unlike hers. Where her body had slick shiny curves, his had a blurred outline and no shadows or light spots to speak of.
She let out a throaty moan when the felt the latex across her throat constrict. "Please... more..." she whispered. A warmth filled her pussy and her muscles pulled taut. Her gloved hands clenched into fists and pulled the ropes tighter. Feeling the nylon dig into the latex she moaned louder and felt the warmth move inside her. Closing her eyes she visualised her Sire's cock thrusting into her and his bare flesh slamming into her latex covered body. Her climax almost came too quickly. A great shuddering orgasm wracked her body and pulled the ropes every which way across her breasts and inner thighs making her cum again.
The warmth didn't stop however. The thrusts continued and she couldn't stop moaning. Eyes closed, she clutched the rope and arched her back. Her nipples were being pinched and she gasped, on the cusp of another orgasm. This one didn't come quickly however. Every time she got close the warmth would stop and move to another part of her rubberclad body. She felt fingers roam across her chest and down her sides to smack her bottom or pull a rope.
Almost crying for release she felt the heat slither inside her and cover the top of her body. Her hood was pressed tightly against her face and she felt warm lips brush hers. "Tell your Sire thank you for me." Came the voice above her. It sounded throaty and rough as if out of breath.
The thrusting started again and she gripped the ropes with a strength she didn't know she had. Her climax built as she felt her slick pussy rub the zipper on her catsuit. The heat was getting stronger and she felt like a furnace was pressing against her vulva.
With a ground shaking moan she felt the warmth cum and tip her over the edge. Juices spilled from her cunt and filled the catsuit mingling with sweat. She felt hands tighten around her arms and pull her into the heat. Panting heavily she felt sad when the warm glow dissipated. The hands let go and she felt her heartbeat thump so hard her suit bobbed in response to its rhythm.
"Again... thank you..." came the voice. "Now you should rest..." it said and she felt something move across her eyes. She heard the sound of buckles being worked and felt the tug on her hood. "Who are you?" She asked for the final time and received no response.
She lay there, quiet save for the occasional creak of rubber and the squeak of rope pulling across the latex until she heard the door open. "Sire?" She asked and got an affirmative grumble as an answer. The ropes were being worked and soon after she felt them fall to the floor. Her blindfold was removed and she blinked a few times in the morning light coming from the door.
"You should feel lucky my dear. I don't usually share." He said and offered her a hand to pull herself up with. She took it and slowly pulled herself up. When the feeling returned to her arms and legs she smoothed out her catsuit and could feel the puddles of cum and sweat underneath its surface. "Thank you Sire." She said as they walked to the door. "Who was he?" She asked and two words were her answer before the oak door closed behind them. "A ghost..."