Stored beauty (latex)

Jane was scared that with time, her beauty would fade. She was using a lot of skin product and was very conscious of her look. Her pretty look was making her popular but she never got lucky with men.

Until she met John. He was funny, handsome, kind, everything she could have dreamed. Things were going really well, and one would have thought that someday she would have found some dark secret, but no. Except, maybe when he admitted to love latex on women.

If at first Jane wasn't sure about it, the idea was strange, and the clothes didn't look confortable. Thankfully, he didn't press her into it, and she thanked him mentally for that. Since he was such an open minded guy, she decided, for his birthday, to please him by trying latex.

She went to a sex shop and stayed in the BDSM section for a long while before deciding on what to take. It was a french maid costume, all black and white, and shiny. It was really embracing her shape and actually looked really sexy on her. The feeling on her skin was also interesting, more comfortable than she thought.

John enjoyed a lot the gift, he never had been that hard before and came fast. She took it as a compliment, and enjoyed even more the second round. The latex was giving her the feeling of being naked, while being not. And she, herself, loved the long sex session.

Later, she looked at herself in the mirror, wondering how far she could let herself go into the rabbit hole. She was enjoying that material way more than expected.

Slowly, latex became a regular thing, and Jane bought other costumes. Nurse, dresses, and even a catsuit. She was sometimes wearing them, just for the feeling on her skin. Which often ended up arousing John who then started to fondle her through the material and kissing her deeply, leading her to be really aroused as well. Both of them regularly went late to family meetings because they were too busy to fuck in the living room.

Jane was even got to work with the latex catsuit under her clothes. John even gave her the idea to put a dildo in her pussy when she was out like this. It was a good idea, as it made her even more eager to go home and get the real thing. Her worries had taken the backseat as pleasure and fun were driving.

After a while, Jane decided to go even further into the latex fun by buying a latex hood. Only her eyes and lips could be seen with the whole suit on, which somehow made it even more sexy.

Incased in latex, she felt like she could do anything without shame. Probably thanks to the mask. And so, they enjoyed for the first time anal that night. At work, she wasn't wearing the hood obviously, but, a butt plug had joined the vibrating dildo. John had locked her crotch in the suit and so, she couldn't touch herself all day, which was making her even more restless when she was back home.

For her birthday, Jane got ballet boots from John. One could think it was more for him than her would be mistaken. The difficulty to move around and overall look it was giving her was really enjoyable to her. And so, she thanked him with a blowjob ending in a facial. The cum on her mask and the joy of hearing his grunt as he came was another birthday gift.

Soon, Jane was wearing her two sex toys most of the time. Leaving to John the control of her release. She took several days off to have entire days in the suit, hood and ballet boots on.

With that, she could only go further with her arms tied up in her back and a blindfold. Jane was waiting for ours to have John coming to her and gifting her with a good dick in her soaked pussy or her mouth.

Jane was starting to miss days at this point and she was wondering if she wasn't going too far. But it was actually too late as John inserted a dick shaped gag in her mouth and closed the last opening of her suit.

Jane was stuck, unable to move, unable to see, to talk, to hear. She could only feel the pleasure of the vibrating dildo and butt plug keeping her on the edge without bringing her to her needed release. Sucking on the dildo gag, she never had felt anything like that, a pleasure that never end. In the garage, one could hear her muffled sounds of pleasure.

By some supernatural means, Jane stopped to need to sleep, eat, drink or anything. She stopped aging, thing she always wanted but no one could see under the latex, and she could just moan constantly on the edge of the orgasm, but only allowed to reach it once per year at her birthday.