The Latex Lily
Copyright 2017 Lee Marcer
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Dumped by her
boyfriend all of a sudden, Lily ends up in the house of her wealthy
client, Yvonne. Emotional turmoil and wine take the better of her,
and she finds herself having sex with the woman, both dressed in
kinky latex outfits. At first, Lily is quite enthusiastic about this
little “slave-mistress” game, having never tried anything like
that before; but after a while, it becomes clear that Yvonne wants to
take this game further than Lily could have possibly imagined.
This book is a part
of the “black” BDSM series by Lee Marcer, featuring mostly
non-consensual sexual activities. For those who may find it too dark,
books in the “pink” BDSM series, more light-hearted and playful,
are recommended instead.
This book is not suitable
for readers under the age of 18 years.
This book may contain
graphic scenes of violence and non-consensual sex. The author does
not endorse such activities in any way, shape of form. This is purely
a work of fiction, and it is created for adults who can understand
the difference between reality and fantasy. All sexually active
characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
This is a work of fiction.
Names, places, characters, and events are all fictitious. Any
similarities to real people, places, events, living or dead, are all
1. Unusual Fetish
2. Uncomfortable Footwear
3. Unwilling Participant
4. Unpleasant Retribution
5. Unexpected Visitor
6. Uninhibited Friends
7. Uncharted Waters
“I can’t believe he
did this to me…” Still crying, Lily tried to wipe her eyes with
the tissue, while Yvonne was holding her other hand. “After
everything I did for him… after all these visits to his parents,
where his dad kept staring at my tits… after all these plans and
hopes… after everything I did for him in bed, for God’s sake! I
can’t believe he just dumped me after all that! Maybe it’s me,
Yvonne?” Lily looked miserably at the woman opposite her. “Maybe
I’m just too stupid to ever meet the right guy?”
“Stop it,” Yvonne
said firmly. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re sweet, and
young, and sexy… you just keep picking the wrong guy, that’s
“You’re too kind.
But thanks.” Trying to smile, Lily moved the strand of blonde hair
off her teary face. Emotions were subsiding slowly, and she began to
realize how weird this whole conversation actually was.
First of all, she was a
mere hair stylist, and Yvonne was not only her client, but a wife of
the famous Jack Wainwright, the enormously successful rock musician
who was now away on tour with his band. Second, her boyfriend Bryan
broke up with her. He accused her of cheating on him, he yelled
terrible things at her, he threw her out of the car in the middle of
nowhere. Third: she was so shocked and distressed that instead of her
best friend Vivian she dialed Yvonne, who not only listened to her
and comforted her, but actually picked her up twenty minutes later
and took her here, to the Wainwrights’ residence. Crying on the
shoulder of her wealthy client wasn’t something Lily was very
comfortable with; but this time, she needed all support she could
get, and Yvonne gave plenty.
Up until now, their
relationship was strictly professional. Lily did Yvonne’s lovely
red hair twice a month, and they had a few casual chats about this
and that, but that was it. Now, with her face streaked with mascara,
having nothing on herself but her clothes and her purse, Lily was
telling this woman everything about her life, and Yvonne was so
incredibly supportive. Lily didn’t expect that at all, and she was
Once Lily calmed down a
little, they talked about Bryan some more, and then their
conversation veered towards Yvonne’s own personal life. “Aren’t
you worried about all those girls around him?” Lily asked, blushing
a little after three glasses of wine. “Groupies or whatever they’re
called. I’d be so jealous.”
Yvonne laughed. “Not
at all. I’m sure he has plenty of fun with them.”
Lily looked at her,
shocked. “And you’re okay with that?”
“A man has needs.”
Yvonne smiled again, amused by Lily’s reaction. “And I know that
no other girl can ever give him what I do.”
“Of course, sexually.
I let him do whatever he wants… but on my own terms, and with a few
of my own ideas. What exactly Bryan made you do in bed?”
“Um… he asked me to
dress up like a schoolgirl once,” Lily blushed.
“Did you like it?”
“A little,” Lily
grinned and quickly sipped more wine.
“That’s my girl.
“What else what?”
“What else did he ask
you to do?”
“He… he wanted to
do it in my bum.” Lily blushed even more.
“Did you let him?”
“He was too big,”
Lily giggled, embarrassed. “It hurt too much.”
“Oh, so you’re
still a virgin back there? That’s a shame.”
A hint of
condescendence in Yvonne’s voice stung Lily. “And you’re not?”
she asked defiantly.
“Of course, not. Jack
takes me in the ass whenever he wants. And I love it.”
Lily stared at her. “Back there? But it hurts!”
“Not if you do it
properly.” Yvonne watched Lily with amusement, and for a moment
Lily thought she saw something else in the woman’s eyes, something
cold and intense; but an instant later, it was gone. “But enough
about me,” Yvonne said suddenly. “Tell me, my dear… have you
ever worn latex before?”
Lily looked at her in
confusion. “You mean latex gloves? For cleaning and stuff?”
Panties. Stockings. Dresses. Never tried that before?”
“No. Never. Why?”
“What do you mean?”
“Better if I show
you, I think. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
She got up promptly and
walked out of the room, leaving Lily somewhat perplexed, slightly
embarrassed… and a little intrigued. No one had ever discussed
their sexual life with her so openly before. And even if someone did,
like her bestie Vivian for example, Lily was pretty sure that she
wouldn’t hear anything ground-breaking. Yvonne, on the other hand,
and her celebrity of a husband… will she really now have a chance
to find out what they do behind the closed doors? And did she really
want to know it? And if yes, why exactly?
Before she could come
up with answers, Yvonne returned with a large bag in her hand. She
put it on the coffee table and quickly began to take things out of it
and lay them on the couch.
“Let’s see, here’s
stockings… and here’s another pair, transparent. Love ‘em.
Here’s a bra… and panties must be here somewhere… ah, here they
are! What do you think?”
All garments were
indeed made of shiny black latex, and its odd, peculiar smell quickly
reached Lily’s nostrils. She picked up the bra and looked at it
from side to side. “Doesn’t look too hot,” she said uncertainly
“Not on this couch it
doesn’t. Hold on.”
And before Lily could
stop her, Yvonne quickly pulled down her yoga pants. Lily giggled in
embarrassment when she saw that under them Yvonne wore nothing else.
Yvonne, however, didn’t look embarrassed at all; and as she quickly
put the panties on and smoothed out the wrinkles, her “camel toe”
became very prominent under the thin shiny material.
“How about now?”
She turned from side to
side, and Lily couldn’t help but admire the shape of her smooth,
toned bottom. “Looks very kinky,” she said at last, with a stupid
smile on her face. She suddenly felt herself very tipsy.
“That’s right. It
is kinky. And it feels kinky, too. Wanna try?”
“I— I don’t
know,” Lily stammered, but Yvonne just laughed.
“Come on, it’s just
a piece of lingerie. Alright, I’ll show you some more if you’re
such a wuss.”
Again, before Lily
could stop her, Yvonne took off her T-shirt, exposing her perfectly
shaped breasts. Looking at them, Lily remembered suddenly that before
marrying Jack, Yvonne was a fashion model… that would explain the
lack of shame, at least! Soon a tight latex bustier was hugging those
beauties tightly, almost pushing them out of the cleavage. The latex
was transparent, with a yellowish tint, so Yvonne’s nipples—quite
hard already—were very much visible underneath. Then Yvonne put the
stockings on—also yellowish-transparent, with black
trimming—attached them to the garters of the suspender belt, and
looked at Lily victoriously.
“What do you say now?
Still not too hot?”
“Wow,” was all Lily
could say, looking at the transformed Yvonne. “I— I don’t even
know what to say. Looks so… bizarre.”
“Come on. Try it on.”
Yvonne’s relaxed, confident pose radiated sexuality, and she indeed
was stunning in that shiny latex outfit.
“I— I don’t
know,” Lily flustered.
“Of course you do,”
Yvonne smiled and patted Lily’s cheek. “You want it. I can see
it. Come on, take that blouse off. You have gorgeous body; it’s a
waste to see it in plain clothes.”
To argue more seemed
silly now; and, blushing and smiling stupidly, Lily began to disrobe.
Soon she was completely naked, and after a while she became dressed
in latex head to toe, just like Yvonne. Her own outfit, however, was
entirely black: stockings and bustier with garters, and the long
opera gloves that Yvonne insisted on. The black high heel pumps were
not made of latex, of course, but they were just as shiny and
polished. As for the last garment…
“A collar?” Lily
giggled as Yvonne wrapped the cold leather around her neck. “Why?”
“It goes with the
outfit, darling,” Yvonne purred, tightening the buckle. “There,
now! You look so hot. Go, take a look!”
She led Lily towards
the full-height mirror. A woman Lily didn’t know stared at her out
of it. Her huge breasts seemed even bigger under the tight black
latex, and her smooth pussy looked even more naked amidst all this
black shiny material. Only then Lily realized that she wore no
panties at all; and when Yvonne’s fingers suddenly cupped her
mound, she shuddered at the touch.
“Feels great, isn’t
it?” Yvonne whispered on her ear, rubbing Lily’s clit slowly, the
other hand slowly kneading her left breast. “Like a second skin.
You’ve got such a lovely skin… and such a great body…”
“What— what are you
doing?” Lily moaned, trying weakly to push Yvonne’s hands away.
Suddenly she felt so drunk and so powerless next to this gorgeous,
confident woman whose warm, soft breasts pressed now so close to her
whispered, her soft fingers slowly caressing Lily’s quickly
moistening sex. Then she suddenly grabbed Lily’s shoulders and
turned her around; a moment later, their lips became locked in a
deep, sensual kiss.
Lily’s head reeled.
She had no idea what was going on; but Yvonne’s kiss was so firm,
yet so gentle, that she was powerless to resist. She responded to it,
and for a few moments the two latex-clad women were kissing
fervently, caressing each other’s bodies. Then, just as suddenly,
Yvonne interrupted the kiss and looked at Lily mischievously.
Lily,” she purred. “Have you done it with a girl before?”
“No,” Lily moaned.
Yes, she did have occasional fantasies about making out with women,
wondering what it would feel like; but she never even thought about
actually trying it out. Was this it, then? Her first lesbian
brushed her tongue against Lily’s lips, then stepped back. “But
your outfit isn’t finished yet. Give me your hands, girl.”
Her heart racing, Lily
stretched her arms out and bit her lip with fear and excitement when
Yvonne wrapped and locked tight leather cuffs around her wrists. It
all was so bizarre and weird on so many levels, but she didn’t want
it to stop. She just stood there, breathing heavily, her nipples so
hard under latex, as Yvonne locked the matching pair of cuffs around
her ankles. She moaned when Yvonne began to stroke her legs through
the latex stockings, and then shuddered in pleasure when Yvonne’s
mouth suddenly pressed to her pussy. She moaned again, when the
woman’s tongue found her clit and made a few teasing licks.
“Like it?” Yvonne’s
muffled voice asked.
“Oh God, yes,” she
groaned in ecstasy. It’s been a couple of weeks since they had sex
with Bryan, and it’s been few months at least since he went down on
her like this. She couldn’t even remember herself being so horny
for a very long time. Moaning and kneading her breasts through the
tight latex, she just stood there on her weakening legs while the
beautiful woman she barely knew was eating her pussy. And oh God, was
she good. Lily simply could not think of anything else, rolling her
eyes in ecstasy as Yvonne’s tongue brought her closer and closer to
orgasm, until it finally hit her like a huge, boiling-hot,
latex-smelling wave. When she regained her senses, she found herself
on her knees, and Yvonne was locking her cuffed hands behind her
“Now your turn,”
Yvonne said with a smile, taking her tight panties off. She sat on
the couch and spread her legs invitingly.
This was all so kinky
and naughty. Slightly embarrassed, but still incredibly horny, Lily
bent over Yvonne’s crotch and made a few tentative licks along her
soft, tender slit. The smell of feminine arousal tickled her
nostrils. Encouraged by Yvonne’s moans of pleasure, she quickly
found the woman’s clit with her lips and tongue and began to caress
it as much as she could, still not quite able to believe that she was
doing it right now. Who could have possibly thought that just a few
hours after a terrible break-up she would be having sex with a wife
of a famous rock star, wearing tight latex and a collar, with her
hands cuffed behind her back! She licked and licked, concentrated on
her task, until Yvonne’s moans reached the highest pitch, and her
body shuddered in orgasm, writhing on the couch and squeezing Lily’s
head between her hot, latex-covered thighs. Then she relaxed, smiled
and patted Lily’s head.
“Did you like it,
baby? Eating my pussy?”
“I don’t know,”
Lily smiled, embarrassed, licking her lips. “Sort of.”
“You did a very good
job, Lily. I’m very proud of you.” Yvonne paused, then smiled
deviously. “How about we play a little game now? I would be your
kinky Mistress, and you would be my slave who has to do whatever I
want. What do you say?”
“Um… I don’t
know,” Lily smiled uncertainly, still on her knees, her hands
cuffed behind. “I guess…”
said, not waiting for her to finish. “I’m sure you’ll make a
wonderful slave girl, you’ve got everything it takes.” She
smiled, bent over to Lily, sealed a kiss on her lips and then sat
back on the couch, her legs still wide apart. “And now, slave, I
want you to make me cum again. Now!”
Lily bent over
obediently and resumed her licking. She wasn’t sure if she indeed
liked this “game”, but somehow she just couldn’t resist.
Obeying Yvonne seemed so natural somehow. Plus, she was still a
little bit drunk and still quite horny. These lesbian shenanigans in
latex were unlike anything she ever done in her life, and they did
turn her on; no argue about that.
Ten minutes and several
orgasms later Yvonne finally allowed her to stop and stroke Lily’s
hair tenderly. “You are such a good slave, my dear. You have done
an excellent job, and I want to reward you.” Lily smiled awkwardly,
embarrassed and strangely proud at the same time. They kissed again,
then Yvonne stood up and clasped a leash to Lily’s collar. “Come.”
They came into the
master bedroom, as luxurious as the rest of the house; a huge bed
with thick posts was right in the middle of it. Yvonne uncuffed
Lily’s hands and made her lie down on the bed spread-eagled, then
quickly secured her limbs to the bed posts. After that, she stroke
Lily’s face gently and kissed her on the lips.
“Do you like being my
slave so far, baby?”
“Um, yes,” Lily
replied uncertainly, a bit scared of these chains holding her arms
and legs spread so wide apart. She grinned and blushed when Yvonne
took a sizeable strap-on dildo from the wardrobe and put it on. She
responded to Yvonne’s subsequent kiss enthusiastically when the
woman crawled up on top of her and pressed the tip of the rubber cock
to her exposed pussy.
“Beg me to fuck you,
slave,” Yvonne whispered, not moving, her latex-covered breasts
squashed against Lily’s.
“Please fuck me,”
Lily breathed out, trying to push her hips towards Yvonne’s
“Address me properly,
slave.” Yvonne moved her hips away slightly.
“Please fuck me,
Mistress,” Lily moaned, horny and ashamed of herself at the same
“That’s more like
it.” Yvonne’s rubber cock pushed in gently, and Lily rolled her
eyes in delight, squirming in her chains. “My little slave has been
so good that her Mistress is going to fuck her and make her cum.
Isn’t my little slave happy?”
“Yes,” Lily moaned
loudly. It didn’t feel quite as good as a real cock, of course, but
Lily was so turned on right now that she didn’t really care. “Yes,
It was so odd to be
having sex like this – chained to the bed, with the weight of the
female body on top of her, with a rubber cock inside her – but
Yvonne was so good at it that only a couple minutes later Lily
squealed loudly, shuddering all over as the powerful orgasm hit her.
As soon as it did, Yvonne quickly pulled out and moved to the head of
the bed, where she pressed the slimy strap-on to Lily’s lips.
“Clean it up, slave,” she ordered, and Lily had no choice but to
obey. Still twitching in the aftershocks of her orgasm, she quickly
licked her own juices off the warm rubber cock, amazed at her own
readiness with which she did it.
“Good girl,” Yvonne
got off the bed and took her strap-on off. “Now let’s get you
settled for the night, dear.”
“For the night?”
Lily looked at her in surprise.
“Of course. You’ve
been an excellent slave, and I want you to stay here for a while. Or,
maybe, you have a better place to go?”
Lily bit her lip,
saying nothing. Yvonne was right. She had nowhere to go, not after
that fight with Bryan. Meanwhile, Yvonne unchained her from the bed
and, holding Lily’s collar, led her into the adjacent bathroom.
“Brush your teeth and do all your other stuff,” she ordered. “No
bathroom breaks during the night in this house.”
She walked out, leaving
Lily alone. Looking at herself in the mirror – all dressed in black
shiny latex, after all this kinky lesbian sex – Lily grinned and
rubbed her forehead. It was a little bit insulting to be bossed
around like that, but the day was too long, and she was too tired to
argue. She peed, then brushed her teeth and walked out of the
“Come over here,
slave,” Yvonne commanded. Completely naked now, she was pointing
down at the narrow, but thick mattress on the floor beside the bed.
Lily frowned, but walked closer. Yvonne made her sit down on the
mattress, then quickly padlocked her collar to the long, gleaming
chain; the other end of it was padlocked to the sturdy ring on the
floor. Lily frowned even more. Were they still playing this silly
“Um… am I supposed
to sleep like this?” she asked uncertainly.
“Of course,” Yvonne
smiled. “You have a problem with it, slave?”
Lily touched her chain
and gulped. “Isn’t it a bit… too much? It’s not like I’m
trying to run away from you,” she smiled a little, trying to make
it all sound like a joke.
“Of course you
aren’t,” Yvonne smiled wider, and for a moment Lily thought she
saw something evil in that smile, but it was gone too quickly. “Why
would you? I gave you a ride when you needed it. I gave you shelter
and food. I even gave you a couple of orgasms; you liked them, didn’t
“Don’t you think
you should be grateful a little? Don’t you think it would be nice
and polite to indulge my whims just a little? Or is it too much to
“And I don’t like
it that you forget to call me your Mistress.” Yvonne’s voice
Mistress,” Lily said hastily and looked up at Yvonne in fear. The
woman, however, was smiling gently again. “Don’t worry, my dear,”
she said and gave Lily a soft kiss. “You’re going to be an
excellent slave. Just do what I ask, and you’re going to enjoy it
as much as myself. Now good night! We have a long day tomorrow.”
She lay on the bed, yawned and turned off the light.
Mistress,” Lily said weakly, and her chain rattled when she settled
down on her narrow mattress. There was a thin quilt beside it, and
she pulled it over herself.
Lying on the floor like
this didn’t feel too bad, actually. It was a bit odd to feel this
tight latex all over her, not to mention the collar and the chain;
but apart from that, Lily felt quite comfortable. Only now she
realized how exhausted she was by the events of this long, tumultuous
day. She let out a deep sigh with her eyes closed, and within minutes
she was fast asleep.
Someone gave her a
sharp nudge. Lily woke up with a start and sat hastily, rubbing her
eyes. The chain rattled, and the cold metal brushed against her left
breast. Lily stared at it, surprised, then suddenly remembered
everything. The break-up. Yvonne. Her little “Mistress-slave”
Yvonne’s voice was sleepy, yet demanding.
The chain rattled again
when Lily got up on her wobbly legs and looked at the bed. Stark
naked and stunningly beautiful even now, without makeup and
disheveled hair, Yvonne lay there with her legs spread, her pussy on
full display. “Quit staring at it, slave!” she ordered. “You
know what to do!”
little game was still on. Lily opened her mouth to tell Yvonne that
now would be a good time, probably, to end it… but somehow found
herself crawling on the bed instead and diving between Yvonne’s
spread legs. She frowned at herself as she touched Yvonne’s clit
with her tongue and heard her Mistress’s moan of delight. Why she
was listening to this woman, honestly? She wasn’t really her slave,
now, was she? Yet she licked, and sucked, and munched, and ate
Yvonne’s pussy with no complaint: listening to the woman’s moans,
feeling the tight grip of the collar around her neck, thinking about
how weird this whole situation was. Oh well. She was just a guest in
this house, after all. Surely, she could express her gratitude to
Yvonne in this odd fashion, too. And as Yvonne shuddered and squealed
when the orgasm finally hit her, Lily once again felt this strange,
quiet pride as she lapped the woman’s copious juices. As weird and
kinky her role in this game was, apparently she was quite good at it
“Mmm, such a good
little slave,” Yvonne purred, echoing Lily’s thoughts. “Come
here.” She tugged at the chain, pulling Lily close to her; a moment
later, the two women shared a deep kiss. “You like being my slave,
don’t you?” Yvonne whispered, and her hand found Lily’s clit.
Lily whispered back, not sure whether it was true or she was just
saying it to please Yvonne.
“Very good. Now get
back on the floor.” Yvonne pushed her away suddenly. “Get on your
knees and wait for me.”
Lily obeyed hastily.
Standing on her knees, she watched Yvonne as the woman was stretching
and yawning on her bed. Then she got up and went into the bathroom,
leaving Lily alone. Not knowing whether she could sit down or stand
up, Lily remained on her knees. She heard Yvonne taking a shower, and
twenty minutes later the woman re-entered the room, dressed in a pink
bathrobe. She smiled as she look down at Lily, then unlocked the
chain off her collar. “Get up, now. Time for breakfast.”
They went into the
kitchen, where once again Yvonne ordered Lily to kneel. The tiled
floor was too hard for her knees, and Lily winced. Seriously, this
game was going for far too long. But once again, she found herself
strangely timid and unable to voice her concerns, just watching
Yvonne pouring milk into a bowl of cornflakes. Then the bowl was
placed in front of her on the seat of a chair.
“Eat,” Yvonne said.
“But I need a spoon—”
“No, you don’t.
Eat, I say!”
So powerful was the
anger in her Mistress’s voice, and so commanding was the expression
of her beautiful face, that Lily lowered her eyes in fear and started
picking the cornflakes with her fingers from the bowl. They ate like
this for a while in silence: Lily on her knees in front of the chair,
still in her skimpy latex outfit, and Yvonne at the table, majestic
and striking even in a fluffy pink bathrobe. Only after Lily drank
all her milk from the bowl, Yvonne let her got up on her feet, and
together they went into another room, which Lily hadn’t seen
Her eyes widened when
Yvonne opened the door and turned on the lights. Dozens, maybe even
hundreds of latex garments, of all sizes and colours, hung there on
numerous racks. Oddly shaped latex masks covered the white, lifeless
heads of the mannequins. Many pairs of shiny, lacquered boots and
shoes were scattered all over the floor. But what instantly grabbed
Lily’s attention was a cage: made of thick, sturdy bars, it was
standing in the corner of the room, and its door was open invitingly.
Lily frowned, not sure what to make of it, then decided that it
wasn’t any of her business. As she stood there and looked at this
vast collection of fetish clothes, Yvonne took one outfit from the
rack and handed it to her. It was a French maid outfit – made, of
course, entirely from black and white latex.
“Put it on,” Yvonne
ordered. “This is your daytime uniform. Join me in the lounge when
you’re done, and don’t make me wait!”
Lily opened her mouth
to say “yes, Mistress,” but Yvonne already left: confident, as
usual, that her slave will follow the orders unquestionably. Lily
sighed and began to disrobe, inhaling the thick scent of latex that
surrounded her. Daytime uniform? How long was Yvonne going to
continue this odd role-play? Until it’s time for nighttime
uniform? Yet, even after eating Yvonne’s morning pussy and
having breakfast with no cutlery, Lily still enjoyed this odd
role-play on some level. It was weird and tiring sometimes, yet still
It took her a while
before she finally smoothed out all wrinkles on her new suit, fitted
the cap and the apron and then hurried back towards the lounge room,
balancing on her high heels. All this tight latex all over her made
Lily feel kinky and sexy, and she knew that she looked sexy, too.
When Yvonne saw her and nodded with a smile of approval, Lily blushed
“Now,” Yvonne said,
taking her collar ring and leading Lily towards the couch, “I don’t
expect you to do any household duties. Do you know why?”
Following Yvonne’s gesture, Lily sat on the couch and then spread
her legs wide.
“Because you’re not
a household slave. You’re a sex slave. Your only function is
to please me sexually. Do you understand?”