A sexy night gown

"Wow," you say.

Blanche stands before you wrapped up in a very revealing night gown. It's black with hot pink accents that seem to draw your eye around every one of her exquisite curves. So much so, that it takes you several full seconds to notice the bright white latex covering her hands and spanning the distance from the bottom of the night gown to her feet, of course ending in a pair of insanely high stiletto heels.

"I... um, I take it you wanted to skip the restaurant?" you say.

She looks down for a moment and grins. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Oh no. Definitely not," you hurriedly answer.

"Well then get in here, Sam," she says motioning for you to hurry.

You step into the house's living room. It's set up just as you'd expect for a college girl. Every single piece of furnature 'decorated' with at least one piece of dirty clothes or sports equipment.

"Did Megan really ask you to house sit?" you ask.

"...More like offered to let me," Blanche admitted.

"Why would she do that?" you ask, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Well, I may have dropped a hint or two that I needed someplace private to take my new boyfriend. ....where no one would hear him begging for mercy," she says and winks.

She steps closer to you, pressing her breasts up against your chest. "So... what do you think of my outfit?"

"I- it's beautiful," you say.

"Good. I was hoping you would like it," she says.

"I really don't know how you convinced yourself I might not," you say, wrapping your arms around her.

"Mmmm... lower," she says, sliding your arms down until your hands are cupping her asscheeks through the pleasantly silk material of her gown.

You involuntary moan. Your cock feels like it's about to bust through the chastity device, you're so horny!

"Blanche, can you please take this off me. I won't touch it, I promise," you say, not begging but with a definite urgency to your voice.

"Don't tell me you're tired of it already," she says.

"No, I just, ya know... need to stretch," you say.

She smiles. "Oh, I'll help you stretch alright. Come on."

She takes you by the wrist and leads you up a set of stairs and down a short hall to the guest room. Inside is a twin bed with blue sheets and a black duffle bag sitting on it.

She unties the sash on her night gown and lets it slip from her shoulders onto the floor. The site of her latex covered breasts after so long is almost enough to bring you to your knees.

She steps up to you and you lean in and kiss her long and passionately. Your hands roam freely across her exquisite body. She kisses back with equal intensity. You feel her undoing your belt and popping the button on your pants. They fall to the floor with a thud. You close your eyes as she gently cups your exposed balls in one hand.

When you open them again you're staring into the grey- almost white eyes of Miss White, fully hooded and collared. Her lipstick has changed from a dark red to a matching white.

Out of surprise you try to step back but she quite literally has you by the balls. She continues to kiss you, snaking her tongue this way and that way in your mouth. A hundred questions swirl around in your head but one by one, they are all replaced by an irresistible urge to submit.