The latex cocoon

At first Alex cried. She bawled her eyes out until her blindfold was soggy with tears. She didn't know how long for. But after what seemed like an eternity, she ran out of tears. The ball gag was no soaked with spit, which had dripped onto the latex sack and onto the leotard.

Alex came to her senses and realised that she was still in the cocoon, and that she would have to deal with it.

'Okay Alex, breathe. You can do this.'

Alex took big deep breaths through the breathing tubes in her nostrils. It calmed her down enough to re-assess her predicament. She filler her head with happy thoughts. The fact that she was wearing a blindfold, for one. It felt so nice against her skin. So did the leotard. Her arms were all nice and snug. She almost forgot she even had hands. They were tucked away so nicely. And the sack itself, it had a nice cooling texture to it. Upon further reflection, it began to feel like a giant hug. In fact, it was almost, arousing.

Alex tried to move once more, and upon finding the edge of her very limited boundaries, a flare shot up in her crotch. She now realised why she had picked this restraint. It felt so...nice.

The fire in Alex's crotch grew, and she eventually found herself exploring her bonds, and edging closer and closer to climax.

With exasperated gasps, she came, and felt the wetness at the bottom of her leotard.