Part 10: Latex Dream
Jane presented herself, naked, legs spread, her hands clasped behind her neck. The tattoo girl was there, the one from the restaurant. She was holding a foam brush and a paint can. It was latex. Jane didn't know how she knew that, but she knew. The girl dipped the brush into the can, held it up for a moment, then drew a swath over Jane's lips. She did it again just below Jane's nose and another just above her chin. The stuff dried almost instantly and the girl repeated it, three stripes, and then three more. Jane's lips were sealed - literally. They were no longer lips, plural, they had melded together. Jane knew she would never open her mouth again.
The tattoo girl dipped the brush in the bucket and pressed it into Jane's left ear. Dipped again and painted Jane's right ear. Left and right it continued until Jane's world went forever silent.
The girl took Jane's left hand, extended her arm and painted Jane's fingers, her hand, up her arm to her shoulder. When she finished Jane placed her hand behind her neck and held out the other.
The tattoo girl stepped behind Jane and she held her hair up while the girl painted her shoulders and back. The strokes were as light as butterfly kisses.
She painted Jane's hair, matting it to her back.
The latex wasn't just covering her, it was bonding to her, becoming her skin. It wasn't like wearing latex. As it dried it not only bonded, it shrunk a bit, squeezed her.
She spread Jane's ass cheeks and smeared latex across Jane's anus turning it from a brown pucker, to a black one. She painted the crack, then the cheeks and another orifice was sealed.
The tattoo girl painted down Jane's leg, held her ankle so she could paint even the bottom of Jane's foot, paint between her toes.
She painted up the front of Jane's leg, up to her crotch, then down the other leg.
Another dip in the bucket and this time the girl pressed the foam brush deep into Jane's pussy. She could actually feel a bit of the brush inside her. Again the obligatory three coats.
Mouth, ears, ass, now pussy sealed in dull, black rubber.
The tattoo girl painted up Jane's belly, lifted her right breast, painted beneath it, painted up the side, under Jane's armpit, across her chest and neck, down the other side. She painted Jane's breasts.
They say more than a handful is wasteful, so by any measure Jane was a wasteful girl - a very wasteful girl. It took Tattoo girl a while to cover them.
She finished painting Jane's face, her cheeks, her forehead, her nose. Inside her nose until it, too was sealed.
Geoffrey was there. He was holding the brush. Tattoo girl had stripped. Her breasts were smaller than Jane's, but not by much. Her penis was half erect and pointing at Jane's dull black pussy.
Geoffrey smeared paint across Jane's eyes...
Jane woke with a start. It was raining again, raining hard. She could hear it on the roof. In the distance - thunder.
She nestled in, willing herself back to sleep so she could finish the dream. She was good at that. Lucid dreaming. She couldn't control the dream, (Witness the girl with the penis.) but she could guide it a bit and if she woke up in the middle she could usually put herself back into it.
Geoffrey shifted. Jane realized it was later than she'd thought, the rain clouds making everything darker. She slipped under the covers and took him in her mouth. He turned on his side, Jane turned to match. He rested his hand in her hair.
When he came, Jane swallowed, swallowed some more. She started to pull away, but he held her there and she sucked him back to hardness. After a bit, he gently tugged her hair, pulled her next to him, nudged her to roll onto her side. He pushed his way into Jane's ass.
He didn't often do that, but, now that she thought about it, it was the second time in only a couple of days. Jane was glad of the toys, Geoffrey's preferred use of her back there. Some were fairly large and she was now open enough that she could take him easily. Jane wasn't much into anal sex, but sometimes it just felt right. This morning it felt right.
Jane slipped her hand between her legs, fingered herself. She came almost immediately. The triangle ring did that. Every time she rubbed the top of her clit, the metal ring rubbed the bottom. It was a major source of distraction that Jane had never gotten completely used to. It was almost like an instant orgasm switch.
Jane liked Geoffrey's cock. It was just the right size to fill her regardless of which hole he used. It was a bit much for her mouth at first, but she had set a goal to be able to take it all and bury her nose in his cock hair and now she could - and did ... often.
Jane lost count of her orgasms, but eventually he pulled out of her. He finished in her mouth, of course. He almost always did. Even after intercourse. The taste of her on him and then him when he came mixed in her mouth. Jane purred. It was kind of like dessert after a meal.
He unlocked the chain holding her to the bed. Jane padded into the bathroom, then into the kitchen to start the coffee.
Geoffrey joined her on the porch a few minutes later, handed her a mug.
"Thank you, Sir."
"What are you?"
"I'm your property if it please you, Sir. Please keep me and use me for your pleasure."
Jane started most days with that. It centered her, got her off on the right foot as it were.
"Have you ever done anything with liquid latex?"
"Know about it, never used it. Why?"
"I had a dream this morning. The girl from the restaurant, the one with all the body art? She painted me with latex. But it wasn't just paint. When she painted my lips they bonded together. She painted my ears and I couldn't hear. She painted my ass and my pussy and it sealed them, too. She painted my nose and I couldn't breathe, but it didn't scare me because I knew it was a dream. And then you were there and she was naked, but she had a penis. Then you painted my eyes shut and I woke up. But for one instant I could feel it. I was completely covered - no -sealed in rubber."
"And?"
"Hm?"
"I sensed an 'and'."
"Oh. Yeah, well, it wasn't like wearing latex. With latex clothes, no matter how tight, it's always them and me. Rubber on my skin. But this was me. It not only bonded to my skin, it became my skin."
"Would you like to try it? Would you like me to paint you, cover you in latex?"
Truth be told, no. It creeped her out a bit, that the rubber had actually become her skin. But even though one of Geoffrey's cardinal rules was complete honesty, whenever he said, "Would you like ...?" her answer was always "yes" no matter what and then she would ask for whatever it was he'd said.
"Yes, Sir, if it please you, Sir. Would you please paint me, cover me in latex."
They climbed in the boat and headed for the marina. It was raining like the end of the world and Jane wondered, once again, how Geoffrey knew where he was going. There was a restaurant there and they had breakfast, then they dodged rain drops to get to the ship's store.
"Stuff's not toxic, is it?"
"No. Of course, you wouldn't want to drink it. Some people have an allergy, but this is the latest formula and it's supposed to be non-allergenic. I can't guarantee it, but I've never gotten a complaint. One of my guys has an allergy, uses this stuff all the time with no problems."
"How does it come off? Off the skin?"
"There's a solvent, but it'll just peel off skin pretty well if it's thick enough, kind of like a scab. Or you can scrub it off with a stiff brush. The solvent is water-based, so if you have to use it, you can just wash it off."
A couple of hours later, Jane stood naked in the living room. The stuff didn't dry as quickly as in her dream, but it dried pretty fast. Geoffrey started with her feet. He had her kneel on a chair. He painted her feet, worked the brush between her toes. While he was waiting for it to dry between coats, he painted her hands and arms. By the time he was done, her feet had dried, so he added another coat to them. When they had dried a third time he had her stand and painted her legs.
As with tattoo girl, Geoffrey worked the latex paint deep into Jane's pussy, sealed her ass. He did her legs and back, belly and chest. He worked different areas while waiting for it to dry. Soon Jane was covered from the neck down, back and front in yellow, rubber skin. It had to be yellow, of course, Geoffrey's favorite color.
"I think we'll pass on the hair. It may just comb out, it may not."
Jane nodded.
He ran a swipe across her lips, up her cheeks, over her forehead. Jane closed her eyes and Geoffrey painted them shut, painted her nose.
He redid several areas, never wasteful, Geoffrey was going to get his money's worth. He'd paint her until the can was empty. She felt the brush running over her body, over her face again and again. And then he was done.
Jane tried to envision herself completely sealed in a layer, or, more accurately, layer upon layer of yellow rubber.
She couldn't see it, of course, but she could feel it, felt every millimeter of it gripping her, encasing her, sealing her inside.
And if felt exactly like her dream.
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