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The Latex Lily

Copyright 2017 Lee Marcer

Published by Lee Marcer at Smashwords

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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 coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1. Unusual Fetish

Chapter 2. Uncomfortable Footwear

Chapter 3. Unwilling Participant

Chapter 4. Unpleasant Retribution

Chapter 5. Unexpected Visitor

Chapter 6. Uninhibited Friends

Chapter 7. Uncharted Waters


Chapter 1
Unusual Fetish

“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 all.”

“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 incredibly grateful.

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.”

“You mean… sexually?”

“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?”


“Did you like it?”

“A little,” Lily grinned and quickly sipped more wine.

“That’s my girl. What else?”

“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.”

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?”

“Latex everything. Panties. Stockings. Dresses. Never tried that before?”

“No. Never. Why?”

“Wanna try?”

“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 at last.

“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 back.

“Shhhh,” Yvonne 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.

“Naughty, naughty 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 experience?

“Naughty!” Yvonne 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 back.

“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…”

“Perfect,” Yvonne 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 strap-on.

“Address me properly, slave.” Yvonne moved her hips away slightly.

“Please fuck me, Mistress,” Lily moaned, horny and ashamed of herself at the same time.

“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, Mistress.”

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 bathroom.

“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 “slave-mistress” game?

“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 you?”

“Yes,” Lily blushed.

“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 ask?”

“No,” Lily whispered, ashamed.

“And I don’t like it that you forget to call me your Mistress.” Yvonne’s voice became sharp.

“I’m sorry, 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.

“Good night, 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.

Chapter 2.
Uncomfortable Footwear

“Wake up, slave!”

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” game.

“Hurry up!” 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!”

Apparently, their 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 so far.

“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.

“Yes, Mistress,” 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 before.

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 exciting somehow.

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 in delight.

“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?”

“No, Mistress.” 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?”

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