Pass out asleep

I yawned. I was tired and horny and I'd already been wearing my clothes in the bed so the damage was done. At least, this is how my sleepy mind interpreted my situation. I fell back onto the bed and passed out almost immediately.

I woke brimming with excitement for our next experiment. Light was pouring in through the curtains. I checked the time and I had unintentionally slept all the way to morning. I looked over across the bed for my boyfriend. "Babe?"

He was not there. I sat up and looked around. Something felt different below me, so I looked down.

I was still wearing black latex, but instead of a dress it was more of a playsuit. It was tight and firm enough that it pulled at me like a corset. I figured he had changed me with the app while I slept. Already horny within the first minute of waking up, I groaned.

I ran my fingers along my **** clothing, which sent tingles around my already aroused body. I cupped my breast, which gave me a guilty flashbacks to the day before. The latex was very flattering on my breasts. They looked almost bigger.

I got out of bed to look for my boyfriend in hope of seducing him. Thankfully I wasn't wearing shoes any more so walking was infinitely more comfortable on my still sore feet. I padded barefoot around the condo, looking for him, but he wasn't to be found.

I texted him. "Hey where are you, I need you!" I added an angelic emoji and an eggplant to make my intentions clear.

My phone buzzed three times. "Back in an hour. Needed new tyres. I'm sure you can entertain yourself until I'm back."

I didn't need telling twice. I looked around the apartment and relaxed on the couch. It was the moment I touched the sofa with my legs that I realised that all of my hair had gone. I didn't consent to the magical laser hair removal, but the fact that my boyfriend was still customizing me only further stoked my inner flame. I rubbed my thigh, enjoying the newly extra soft feeling.

I looked around to see if I was in view of the window and rubbed again with my fingertips, this time the inside of my thigh. It sent streams of pleasure around my body. I did it again, further up. By this point in my spiral of self-seduction, I had decided I didn't need my boyfriend for this one.

Still amazed by how aroused I have been since I discovered this app, I closed my eyes and dragged my fingernails up my inner thigh. I squeezed my breast through my latex top. The material of this top was thicker than what I wore the day before, but it still felt good. It was just a shame that I couldn't feel my hand slide down my belly between my legs the way I could normally. I went to rub myself through the latex but the stiffer material dampened the pleasure there too.

I opened my eyes and, while I thought, I continued to tease myself by running my fingernails along my legs. I quickly decided to move to the bedroom and strip out of the disappointing latex.

In the bedroom, eager to get back to my pleasure, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful in my latex prison. I turned to give myself a better view of the clothing, hoping to find a zip or fasten but there was nothing. Unsurprised, having worn similar tops, I slipped the straps over my shoulders and tried to wriggle out of the outfit.

This was where it became difficult. The straps weren't long enough to loosen the top over my shoulders. It was stiff enough that I couldn't even get my breasts free of the top, let alone slide it off.

Frustrated and, admittedly, with tunnel vision, I decided to move on to a more direct approach. I climbed onto the bed and propped myself up on all-fours. I closed my eyes and pictured my boyfriend behind me. I slipped one hand between my legs and tried to massage my pussy through the latex. As hard as I tried, all I could feel was pressure on the whole area.

More frustrated now, I tried to worm my finger under the latex to reach myself through where my leg was. I could barely get it in. If anything, exploring with my long nails hurt.

"Fuck!"

After a while I had to give up. I flopped down onto the bed, exhausted. I finally started to question if my boyfriend had orchestrated this intentionally.