NaughtyBaggedGirl on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Latex Slave

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000

I walked up to the silvery metal-framed contraption, not exactly knowing what it was. Its construction was of Chromed tubes and bars that glistened in the soft lights. The frame approximated the figure of an adult, but there was much more to it. There were straps at ankle and waist level, along with various restraints for the thighs and shoulders. I felt very apprehensive about it’s purpose, but reserved any mention about my hesitancy. She had me walk up to it front wise and place my feet into some sort of holders, which simply consisted of the act of “stepping” into them, and therefore, into “it”. The holders were actually spike heeled Ankle boots permanently fastened to the device. My stockinged foot slid easily in, and I became acutely aware that these holders would literally keep me on my toes, for they felt like ballet boots, stretching my toe joints to their maximum. I felt very little actual weight on my heel.

Claire's Latex Journey

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Claire awoke to find herself in an awkward state. She could see nothing but hazy images and smell nothing but rubber. She licked her lips only to find she could taste nothing but rubber. It was as if her skin had been changed to latex. (A marvellous thought she mused) Attempting to work out what had happened, Claire lifted her hand. She found that she could move her hands no more than a few centimetres in any direction. Her feet too were restrained similarly. She was almost about to cry out when she heard a door open.

Latex Slave

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

I walked up to the silvery metal-framed contraption, not exactly knowing what it was. Its construction was of chromed tubes and bars that glistened in the soft lights. The frame approximated the figure of an adult, but there was much more to it. There were straps at ankle and waist level, along with various restraints for the thighs and shoulders. I felt very apprehensive about it’s purpose, but reserved any mention about my hesitancy. She had me walk up to it front wise and place my feet into some sort of holders, which simply consisted of the act of “stepping” into them, and therefore, into “it”. The holders were actually spike heeled ankle boots permanently fastened to the device. My stockinged foot slid easily in, and I became acutely aware that these holders would literally keep me on my toes, for they felt like ballet boots, stretching my toe joints to their maximum. I felt very little actual weight on my heel.