The Magical Dominatrix from the Land of Oz

She grabbed my hair and shoved me under her latex dress into her wet panties. -Lick me! I ran my tongue over her black smooth rubber panties. After a few minutes, she pulled the leash and we went with commands: - Heel! Lie down! Crawl!

I told my wife something vague about being out of the house for a long time. Something about indescribable traffic jams, a chance encounter with a school friend, searching for something in stores. I only know that I placed a few groceries on the kitchen table and quickly went to take a shower. The whole time, I was preoccupied with thoughts about the intensity of my recent encounter with an unusual stranger and our hard, meticulously planned, and mathematically executed tasks.

Namely, I have always been turned on by the thought of imaginative sex, different from what I have the opportunity to enjoy in the marital bedroom. A certain dose of sadism, masochism, mixed with various fetishes, was an unfulfilled dream. Secretly, while watching borrowed erotic videotapes, I gained my first knowledge and became aroused by the slaves and mistresses who punished their submissive lustful boyfriends in countless ways. Games with unusual props, various fetish clothing, drove me to madness. I mostly indulged in such passions on myself. While secretly and alone watching bizarre-themed movies, I would pinch my nipples with ordinary clothespins. I would tightly bind my erect pride at the root with shoelaces, and squeeze my large testicles with ordinary hair ties. While lying naked on a leather jacket or bouncing on an inflated tire, I would gently touch myself with black gloves. I would tighten my body with leather military straps. As the action in the movie approached its climax, so would I be at the peak of my home game. I would continue to partially imitate what I saw, imagining myself in one of the leading roles.

In the end, I would firmly squeeze my erect piece with a larger piece of old rubber or leather and with a few vigorous jerks, climax into it. Occasionally, I would put inflatable plastic straps for non-swimmers on it or wear a surgical glove instead of a condom. I would sit on whatever I found at hand and rub myself until I climaxed without the help of my hands. In fact, I creatively used everything I could find. I made panties out of old rubber with a hole from which my thing would stick out. It wasn't of any quality, but I like to be in something that constricts me. If only I could play like that with someone else... I hinted to my wife that I was turned on by other types of sex as well. She cut that short with words that if I was truly interested in that, I should seek a doctor. Since then, I haven't spoken about my penchant for games.

Carried away by the thought of searching for my mistress, slave, or a woman who wouldn't mind this kind of fun and who loves different, imaginative, and fetish-colored sex, I dared to buy an erotic classifieds. In it, an interesting invitation for a meeting. Dominatrix (25) seeks a submissive slave who enjoys rubber and leather and who is ready to fulfill all her desires. The ad stated that she wanted to guide an interesting beginner into the secrets of the new S/M world. Excellent, I said to myself and contacted her! She called me on my mobile. Of course, all according to the rules, at a strictly agreed and designated time. After introductions, a few expressed desires, shared experiences, we established another common trait. We both love phone sex.

We talked for a long time about fetishes, about the possibilities of how we could use them, have fun, imagine each other satisfying ourselves, and fantasized about where we would do it. We arranged to meet at her apartment, but also outlined the strategy for our game of bursting. The agreement was that she would be in charge for a while, and then I would be the boss for a bit. I was excited that my sexual dream would finally become a reality.

At noon, I rushed out onto the street and drove frantically to her apartment. My stomach was restless. Even worse in my pants. My head was full of thoughts about what awaited me. I climbed to the third floor because I didn't want to take the elevator. That hellish thing always fails when it shouldn't. Better safe than sorry. Breathless, I reached the door, lay on the doorbell, and wondered:
- What if no one is home?

But... shortly after, the door opened. I said nothing, as my first dominatrix was waiting for me on the other side. A rubber mask on her head, with high black boots on her feet, in a thin short latex dress, in a cape and with a whip in hand. Unmistakable! So here we are. I didn't say anything. I couldn't either; my mouth suddenly became dry. I barely uttered the code I had to say upon entering her domain:
- Your package has arrived, my mistress.

Or, it seems I didn't even say that. From excitement. She swung the door wide open. She threw the whip around my neck, tightened it with both hands, and pulled me into her chambers. Inside, I felt the harsh scent of leather and rubber. I looked around as much as she allowed me, tightening the whip around my neck whenever I let my gaze wander. In the apartment, there was everything one could imagine. If I stayed inside for a full five days, it wouldn't be enough for me to take inventory of her toys, clothes, and erotic devices. Through the mouth opening in her mask, a red tongue slipped out and in. It licked itself. Then she ordered me to undress and kneel right in front of her feet, and like a faithful dog, lick her boots. I unconditionally accepted and got to work. She put down the whip and pulled out a collar from somewhere. She placed it around my neck and hissed:
- If you don't listen, I will punish you!

I shivered at that threat, and then came a new surprise. She took the leash and clipped it to the collar. Obediently and without a word, she led me like a dog. We went to the bathroom. She sat me on the floor, climbed onto the toilet, and while I looked her in the eyes, she started to pee. I could no longer control my excitement. My little one began to rise in front of the mistress's eyes. Seeing it standing out, she took a long police baton and lightly struck it. The little one immediately hid. As soon as she finished with her business, she got off the toilet and approached my messy head. She grabbed my hair and shoved me under her latex dress into her wet panties.
- Lick me!

I ran my tongue over her black smooth rubber panties. After a few minutes, she pulled the leash and we went with commands:
- Heel! Lie down! Crawl! and with the tightening of the leash with sporadic jabs to my butt with the thin heels of her high boots. When I moaned, she tightened the leash harder. I was well into a trance. Waves of passion flooded my body. While I burned with excitement, I was ready for anything.

We arrived at the room. She took off my leash but took real police handcuffs and restrained my hands, and then my legs. While I defended myself from the experienced policewoman - slaps followed. She yelled at me, struck my butt with the whip. When I stumbled, she insulted me for a while with juicy words, threatening me that if I moved even a little - she would pee in my mouth. Of course, I was looking forward to that too. But, despite the threats, I took the initiative into my own hands and deliberately moved, wanting to feel her wrath on my skin. She threw the cape aside and angrily mounted me. She whipped my butt and commanded me to carry her to the corner of the room. Then she turned me around, squatted on my face, so my nose sank back into her panties.

Then a hot stream flowed between them. I felt the bitterness in my nose. I adjusted my face to be as soaked as possible. When she was done, she sat on me, and with her hands, she played a little with my device, which was tense from excitement, almost blue and numb. I felt her squeezing it. From somewhere, she pulled out a long thin rubber ribbon and began to wrap and tighten my poor thing. The feeling cannot be described. On such a professionally, medically wrapped piece, she placed several rings. At the root, I felt a dull pain. Through one ring, she threaded my balls. I moaned. She sat down on my face more sharply, trying to punish me for my wickedness. I thrashed around and was slightly choking.

She finally got up, and I gasped for air. My gaze slipped to my member sticking out, wrapped in black bandages and tightened with rings at its very root. There was no way to go down to the end of the game. The dream of eternal erection was realized! I rose, restrained and tied, and she tied me to two pillars specially made for this occasion. She stretched me. Bound, I cried out in pleasure, and she punished me with harsh words and whipping. She placed a mask on my head. She freed my legs and pulled on tight rubber shorts. Then she took off the handcuffs from my hands and put on an erotic blouse. She draped a long cape over me. She led me and laid me on an exceptionally soft bed and mounted me.

I felt an explosion of passion rubbing against her. I will climax, I thought. But, as she had tightly bound my member with rubber ribbons, nothing came out. It was the craziest release I had ever experienced. For a while, we continued to roll on her rubber bed, and then I took the dominance into my own hands.
We did everything we had talked about on the phone.

Given her experience and the help she provided me during those moments of our shared play, it was better than what I had seen in the movies. I took off her panties and mine. I wrapped her in a large cloak with holes and first shoved it into her mouth, and then into her hot and shaved kitty. She twirled and bounced. Since we were making love on several large air mattresses, my thrusts into her intensified even more. Jumping, we reached the peak of pleasure once again. I wasn't very strict with my first submissive, while she, in contrast, was an experienced teacher. Our meeting lasted a full four school hours. During the break, we would light a cigarette, get some air, and after the fictitious "bell" we would return to torture. During the long break, at exactly the agreed time, her phone rang. It was her new student calling. Through the speaker of the phone, she let me hear their conversation.

 - Do you love rubber?
 - It's my favorite fetish. I have a lot of "those" things. The stranger from the sea was talking to her and continued the story on that topic while I pressed my ear: "I have a real rubber erotic suit with holes, a lot of rubber ribbons that I made from old car tires, some inflatable rubber rings, and two rubber diving suits. I keep all that in the attic where I often play. The stranger was talking to her.
 - Aren't you afraid of being discovered? She was caring towards him.
 - I keep those things in the attic. And since I dive, no one has thought to put two and two together yet.
- Do you entertain yourself or?
 - Whenever. My ex-girlfriend was crazy about rubber and we only had sex like that. I would wear a black rubber diving suit with blue stripes on the side and she a black rubber suit and we would fuck like crazy. We did that the most in the garage, in the car repair pit where it was our favorite spot. Us and rubber!
 - So, what are your rubber experiences? She asked curiously.
 - I can say, when I'm not in rubber, and I'm playing with a girl, I don't feel good. Being in rubber is much more exciting for me. And when I jerk off, I feel better being in rubber than without. I love to feel rubber on my body, and touch someone else's body over rubber, I love when rubber squeezes me a little, so I'm tighter.
 - Where did you get that?
 - I bought all that in Italy because we don't have it here. There are no rubber diving suits for sale, let alone erotic rubber ones. If they were available, they would be a hundred times more expensive than "abroad", because our people don't understand. "What is there to fuck in rubber?!" And I am unusually turned on by the smell of rubber. I really like to bury my nose in rubber during sex and smell it. I especially go crazy for the sound of rubber when it rubs, when it squeaks, it definitely drives me insane. My ex-girlfriend who went to London and I constantly filled our nights with rubber. We had that vibe for several years. For my current girlfriend, I bought a rubber shirt that she puts on while we have sex, but she's not that into it. When will we meet?
 - According to the schedule! She answered him sternly and somewhat mysteriously. That was also the end of the long break after which we once again ended up among the rubbers until we were tired, dismounted from them, and parted ways. Gathering strength over drinks... We parted with the hope of a new meeting where she would inform me whether I would continue or have to repeat the grade.

On the way home, I intentionally stopped by a sexy shop to see if they had anything special for special occasions. Something leather, rubber clothing items, things. I don't find the abundance like in sexy shops abroad. The friendly staff notes that now and then something from leather, rubber for girls can be found, but for boys less. That would, I think to myself, only mean that girls here prefer imaginative sex more. While standing under the shower now and rinsing the sweat mixed with the smell of rubber off myself, I once again recall everything I did today, getting aroused again. My wife calls me, obviously for dinner. Later I will do that to her. This time, as usual - good old classic!?!