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Category: Fetish Stories

Author: Cult2

Joanne plan something extra for the 24th December this year. Last year didn’t turn out as she expected, so she made up some other plans for this Christmas. She is sure it will be a great thing this time and likely to surprise everyone. She knows that she also will be held sexually aroused over the whole event, without anyone make note of it. Quite kinky, she thinks, which has turns her on a lot during the preparations. Besides that, she has two cute boys in mind, that finally might see her as more than just an ordinary girl.
She currently stands in front of her wardrobe and checks that her bag contains all stuff for her plan. It’s quite a practical bag, which she used to have with her on most things, excluding school. It has room to carry some cloth exchange, a latex catsuit plus some equipment’s she has carefully selected during the year. The bag is red patent colored cylinder model, with a silver colored "QUEEN" typed in cursive capitalized letters over each long side.
As per tradition she is about to walk with the family around the city for Christmas gifts sharing. It's not a big thing, but the family has opted to buy a dozen of gifts and share with people that need some kind of help, poor’s around the Waverley area. Its spans all from food to clothes. This tradition has been settled day before Christmas, every year since so long back she can remember. For herself, this is not that special by heart - except for the two brothers in approximately same age, that used to get something every year. They had some eye contact exchange and some chat. But never more than that, which otherwise might look strange as they are poor and receives help. But she has this tickling feeling. Despite that, she feels they rather observe her sister, even though she is not the one handing over the gifts. Joanne knows she thinks they are cute and handsome. This event is where Joanne’s extravagant plan kicks in. As a part of it, she now has an appointment at a hair salon. Her hair is about to be bleach and looped. Usually whole family go out from home together, but now she will meet up directly at the big statue at the square place. At least that is what she said, as well as she will just do a regular haircut. Before she visits the square place after hair saloon, she will get dressed at home.
Joanne is with many means different from the most girls of her kind. The one that don’t know her, see a quite regular slim 165cm long good-looking girl. Though, with an ordinary mature and deep glance and calm manner. The hair is dark brown straight and eyes blue as a cloud free sky on a sunny day. Her friendhood is large, but she is a shy girl that carefully select her closest friends. She recently attended interviews at Harvard University after sent in promising application and outstanding results from a number of schoolwork. A friend to her, a soul mate she found on a gaming forum few years ago, graduated at Harvard few years ago and recently got employed as student counselor. It seems that she has chances to get a place in next year’s intake. Nobody can realize what additional interests hides behind this average looking and emphatic girl. But there is no sun without spots. For her, among others, it's her temperament on jealousy.
Plan from the past
Her hidden agenda for the Christmas gift sharing event, is a follow up on a situation that occurred two weeks ago. She went home earlier than plan from a year of turn party at school. She did so because there were just ordinary shellfish people at the place. People and friends, she met just wanted to be drunk and get laid before the year end. Or for whatever reason that didn’t motivate her. She is a complex girl with high expectations to get motivated. Shellfish, yes, but hey, just get laid is worth nothing. It must be an adventure. And an adventure was exactly what’s waiting for her.
What she found at home was not a very big surprise, but an attack on her integrity and her ability to control jealousy on her sister. As Joanne entered her room, she found the light was on in her wardrobe. Talcum on the bed and plastic covers blended with familiar clothing on the floor. This could only mean one thing - her sister has found and made use of her latex stuff. What the hell? and the thing is that - besides how many times she has done this? She was gone. The house was empty but not alarmed. Luckily there was no other at home either. She knew that her sister must be nearby. Just a minute later as she checked rooms in the house, she saw the garden lights get lit by movement sensors. She clearly saw her beautifully curved sister stuffed with a red shiny latex catsuit, linking slowly forward through snow towards the house. The white snow around her was blending in the light. A sight Joanne likely never will forget. Her sister should not know that Joanne was home, so she could have surprised her. But could not resist her anger and set off outside through a patio on her bare feet, to yell her sister back inside.
Once inside at the heated patio, stood barely a latex clad perfectly curved body with a pair of well-fitting Fila Disruptor pity size 34 on the feet. The shoes were soak wet with crystallized snow over the laces, the hair had ice crystals that turned into water drops on the floor. The catsuit was full of spread out water drops that sucked to the oily fabric beneath. The nipples from her tits stood out through the latex, like small balls. Joanne noted that there was no mark or signs of underwear beneath the latex. Her sister’s vagina touches the latex. The look from her sister was confident and full of self-esteem. She didn't leave any signs of freezing and no signs of care to solve the situation. Her sister moved a red latex covered hand towards her vagina, formed a fuck finger and waited for reaction.
- G E T U N D R E S S E D I N M Y R O O M - Joanne screamed with a voice that clearly exposed she was out of behavioral and emotional control. She didn’t ask anything, didn’t want to know anything. In fact, she was very aroused by what she saw. But she could not control herself and continued - even she knew that it passes her rights. - AND GET OFF THE SHOES THERE, I TAKE THEM AS A REWARD. Unfortunately, this led to that Joanne never get to know for what reason her sister did this.
Greta, her sister, said nothing, not even nods and went silence and calm upstairs to Joanne’s room. Watermarks stayed on the floor after Greta’s steps. Joanne relaxed at the patio few minutes to calm down. When she come up to her room, the latex and a wet pair of half laced shoes was left on her floor. Her sister and clothes were gone. This situation is something that Joanne try to repress. She's still today little worried over the social side effects. She is not fully sure about their relationship after it. They haven’t spoked about it since then, but clearly their relation has went on as usual. Almost. Greta’s Disruptors is still in Joanne’s wardrobe, more precisely right now in her red cylinder bag for her complete outfit. Besides the suit, she carefully selected a large knitted white scarf with green Christmas decoration, that can be tied into an over sweater. It also holds a pair of knitted white leg warmers topped with white wool gloves, cap and a matching white pencil skirt of latex.
Her sister has been a pain in the ass for a couple of years. Since puberty or so. Worse that she has utterly nice body shapes like observing a Fibonacci sequence. She went three centimeters taller than Joanne and got a naturally curly blond hair, boobs that stands out like dunes in Sahara. Joanne used to think that her own body is flat and boring like a plank. She knew her body is attractive; it has been proved a lot over time. But she still feels like having a non-developed and boring body.
Back at the room, Joanne stared at the stuff on her floor. She closed the door softly without noise, left it unlocked and start to sexually fantasize on what she saw downstairs. She quickly got undressed, spread talcum inside the catsuit from the floor and positioned her bare feet’s and legs into the catsuit. The cold latex strokes her bare shaved legs and got curved as her feet’s and calf fills the latex. The skin turns into red. With both hands in a firm grip over each of the latex covered legs, she gets both feet’s in place in a part of a second. She did a forced move of her arms into the sleeves as she fixated the upper part of the suit over her tan shoulders, together in a two-foot jump. Next was to fixate the hands and fingers into right place. The fingertips were without talcum, still soaked from Greta’s usage. The third and final step was to get the zipper from her vagina, through the back up to the neck.
As Joanne got fully covered with bloody red tight-fitting latex, her sexual emotions run beyond control. She imagined the possibility that her sister would come into the unlocked room. But she could not care less right now. She got reminded of the patent shiny white Fila Disruptors left on the floor. She decides to stick her feet into them, an idea she never had before. Speaking of genetical deviations, Joanne can't get used to how small feet her sister has and even being taller. Joanne herself used to wear a size 37, which she often found is smaller than most of her mates. Despite that, she tried to remind herself why she never thought about try this before. She meant, of course she has tried shoes in the family, and tracking the shoe sizes, but not for a sensory purpose.
She observed herself in the full body mirror inside of the wardrobe door. The arch from her slim mid tall body was amazing to the actual length and look of the street cool gangst’a style shoes. Her feet were squeezed but remarkably, no pain or signs of being unbearable. So, she went ahead and kept wear them. Oppositely she felt turned on, like a sort of bondage. Her skin was sucked inside the thin latex that clings to every inch of her body. Her feet were immobilized inside the shoes. They were damn good looking with contrast white to red in the mirror. She took her mobile camera for a couple of close-ups, exactly where her red latex covered ankle met the edge of the snow-white shoes. She fell flat backwards to her bed and start to carefully satisfy her vagina with one hand. She decides to finalize herself into a solid sexual feeling by stretching the other arm for a hood from her bed table drawer. She used to have one there, just in cases she gets awake on night and wanted more intense fantasies. The hood was a no-eyes and no-nose opening hood of black latex extra equipped with zipper on the back, mounted rings of metal on the sides and top of head. She is particularly satisfied for this one, which she bought to guarantee no sensory benefits except purely functional. Once zipped, it snags around her neck, so she hardly gets a finger between the skin and latex.
She imagines herself as Samus, one of the characters she made up for her fantasies. Samus is, surprisingly, inspired by her sisters look. The boys from the Christmas gift sharing event admiring her body, lying flat on the back, in the bed. Herself, Joanne, was also in the room in 3rd person. Whatever her overexcitabilities gives her, she goes for it. Naked, asking the boys to get undressed and take on her Samus latex clad body. As she got more and more excited, the fantasies getting more intense. How the boys got into the house and the room was a mystery. A mystery was also a green bag that come up from which they had ropes, handcuffs and some more equipment’s. The boy with dark skin and long hair cuffed willing full Samus in a X style to the bed corners and unzipped the catsuit at the vagina. His mission was to strap a sort of latex condom pants around her abdomen. For sure, condom would now be unnecessary if these two fellows were to have sex. In meanwhile, the second boy, a pale tall guy with the longest hair, picked up some stuff for Joanne. Or, at least, the one that Joanne imagined being herself. The guy poured out a shiny green almost full body latex catsuit like the one on Samus. It had no attached feet and look like it was made for a very short tiny girl. He poured in some talcum and shake carefully to distribute the talcum well inside. He handed it over to Joanne to help herself get dressed. Second, he picked up a pair of boots from the same bag. He turned the boot upside down and pointed first to the size label, second to her bare feet’s. But said nothing. She realized it will be a challenge, but the order was clear - they will get on after the suit.
The fabric of the catsuit was the lightest she ever felt. There was no zipper. She expected to enter it through the shoulders. She seen these suits on the net with the impression that they are cool and recon they are utterly tiny and stretch miraculously into right shape. Despite that, so far, she felt no need to buy one over other things on her wish list. Once she was inside with her shoulders in place, she was sealed into a one piece no opening army green catsuit. She will with no doubt be unable to get out of it without help, if the talcum gets soaked of sweat. The fit was the smoothest and most lean she ever imagined. No sign of zippers or patches. It felt more like silk on her body, but with an exceptional strain that wanted her body back in a suit-neutral position. The boots on the other hand was a rude hardware. They immobilize her feet’s effectively and painfully. She recognizes a small bulb at front of one boot and above the toes on the other. The attempt of toes that resist space in its prison of enforced rubber around her feet soles. After just few minutes her feet’s felt like they have to implode. The same feeling of bondage arousal made her endure to keep them on. After all, it was a fantasy in her head right now. The upper end of the boots snugs perfectly around her thin calves. The color of the boots matches surprisingly well with the color of the catsuit.
Joanne tried to control her fantasy to see her second self in the full body mirror. Hopefully together with at least one of the guys. But she was unable to do so. Instead she got hit by a voice and a ridiculous laughter.
JO - Ho - Make it Go – ANAL-E!! She hears loud and clear, intruding her fantasy. She was immediately completely awake and faithfully aware she could not see. The pressure on the feet went present but more pleasant than in her fantasy. The arm pits and feet’s felt soak wet inside the latex and the smell of wet rubber hit her nose as she forgot to breath from mouth. She recognizes Greta’s voice, but there were more voices in the laughter. Joanne found herself being a complete idiot. Of course! They were still alone in the house and she had offended Greta just an hour earlier. Joanne was lost and shake like a plow while she tried to unzip the back of her hood. A tricky task with her vagina soaked latex clad fingers. Few seconds of calm passed as she tries to accept her situation. Some seconds last with sound of steps and low giggle. She felt hands grabbed her rubberized legs and pulled of her the Fila shoes. Short thereafter a sound of a door that got shut. Hard. Then silence. Complete silence.
Joanne got orgasm. She was on record of sexual arousal. Just laying were she ben during her fantasy. Her shaking continues but from arousal after orgasm, but also anxiety. Who the fuck was these guys? What would she do now? Just get undressed and leave the room, live the daily life as nothing happened? Once she finally got rid of the hood, she put her sweaty latex smelling hair aside from her eyes and got her sight on the Fila shoes on the floor. She thought she didn't care, but for some reason her body reacted with a warm feeling, finding out her sister left them. But as she obviously also makes use of Joanne’s stuff, this even out things. Joanne got undressed and stayed naked. Enjoyed the strong scent of latex and wet talcum in the nose for few breaths. Brought herself a towel, locked her door and walked to the bathroom. Her feet’s left white talcum marks to dry on the floor.
The Salon
$85 please, the cashier replied. The hair salon is done with Joanne’s hair. They used hydrogen peroxide to erase all marks of her own hair color. Second, they added several loops of black. She felt awesome, observing the result in the mirror while she waits for her payment to get through. She went out, entered the backseat of the Uber Taxi waiting for her to get back home. At home, the house was alarmed, so the family is already at the big statue at square. The Uber driver was asked to wait for her, outside the house. Joanne went in, get upstairs to change into her carefully selected stuff. Once finished, she went down, alarmed the house and step into the front passenger seat of the Uber car. Her pencil skirt gave away a loud squeak sound when it sucked between her suit and the leather seat. She corrected her scarf around the neck, so it covers her Christmas red covered shoulders and breasts as design. The driver tried not to pay attention as she put the right leg on top over to her left knee and made a meaning rotating maneuver with her foot. Joanne placed her hands, so that her thick white wool thumb gloves with stripes and a small tassel in red, covered parts of her glossy red leg. A small gap at her leg-warmer, exposed that the red color continued down into the Fila shoe. Without socks.

She took a minute of silence, added a licking-emoji on one of the close-up pictures from before. It went sent to one friend of her. - "Is that you???? ;-0~", it took just few seconds for her friend to answer. Joanne refused to reply. Smiled widely and felt warm feeling down at the abdominal regions.
- To the big statue at the Waverley Square.
She commanded the driver.

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Thanks for reading this primer chapter.
This is a first publication of several to come.
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