She greedily devoured every detail of the pictures wishing, as she looked at each one, that it was she who was tied up, beaten and humiliated. Myra’s husband was away at work and Myra took the opportunity to indulge in a bit of fun that her husband would never understand. She withdrew her fingers from her clutching cunt and went to her closet. On the floor of her closet was a box. The box held everything that made Myra feel bad and nasty, that made her feel as if she needed punishment. Myra sat on the edge of her bed and spilled the contents of the box in front of her on the floor. She searched through the pile of shamelessly sexual articles until she found the key on the string.

The key on the string went to a pair of handcuffs. As Myra sunk the key into a large plastic cup and put the cup into the freezer she knew that no housework was going to get done today. Myra knew that today she was going to be a captive. True, it would be she who held herself captive, but the effect would be the same and possibly even a bit more intense.

Two hours passed while the key froze into the block of ice and in that time Myra made preparations. She closed every drape and blind in the house and went to the bathroom. There she got under the shower with a razor and shaved her vagina making it as smooth as wet glass. She shaved her entire body afterwards leaving it hairless. Myra’s skin tingled and she could feel her own juices leaking out of her and mixing with the hot water flowing down her legs. Myra finished washing herself and after towel drying her body she dried her hair and put it up with an elaborate system of pins. Her slender neck was laid bare and as she looked down at her hardening nipples Myra knew she was read to get dressed.

Myra went back to her closet and searched deep in the back. She found a hanger that was covered by a thick dry cleaning protector. Myra’s husband never searched her closets, so hiding her special clothes was simply for Myra’s own sense of pleasure. Myra loved having this part of her life kept a secret, hidden. She liked to feel that she was taking a trip when she did these things to herself, a trip to a very bad place. Myra unzipped the cover from the hangar and touched the garment within. A surge of electric tension shot through her body. A moment’s hesitation and then she quickly tore the garment from the hangar and went into the bathroom.

Myra grabbed a bottle of talcum powder and liberally smoothed its contents all over her body. After the silky powder covered her from neck to ankle she climbed into her garment trembling all over. The clothing that made Myra so weak was a black latex body suit. It clung so tightly to Myra’s skin that if she were not covered in talcum powder she would never have been able to put it on. Myra pulled the legs of the suit up her shapely thighs and worked her arms into the upper part of the constricting garment. Then Myra bent over letting her enormous breasts fall into the rubber suit’s cups. As she felt her boobs push into the squeezing rubber cups Myra sighed and reached down her body to find the zipper. It rested in her hand, cold, hard and heavy.

Myra shrugged her shoulders into the suit and pulled the zipper up slowly. Every inch the zipper went up her body squeezed more and more of Myra into the black rubber suit. Finally Myra was completely covered from her toes to her fingers and all the way up to her neck in tight, shiny, black rubber. The only parts of Myra that were not covered were her head, her cunt and ass and her stiff pink nipples. Myra had masturbated to pictures of this suit in catalogues for months before she worked up the courage to buy it. Now that she was wearing it she felt every bit the horrid libertine.

Myra spent a few moments bending over in front of the mirror. She loved to display herself like this, to be a whore, an animal. She let her body be as sexual as it needed to be which was a great deal. No downtown slut ever debased herself as did Myra when she wore her tight rubber suit. Myra bent down to get her handcuffs from the pile of toys on the floor. The cuffs were real police models and their bulky blued steel felt heavy and hard as Myra snapped one of the cuffs on her right wrist. Myra then selected a pair of larger cuffs and ringed her right ankle with one of the bracelets leaving the other to trail her like a tail. She scooped the rest of her toys back into the bag and thrilled to the feeling of her slick cunt lips sliding together as she padded to the dining room. Myra stepped into the open, sunlit space. She loved to play in the dinning room because it was so dangerous. The front door of the house was right in front of her and Myra went to make sure that it was not locked. Myra loved to have the door unlocked because the idea of being caught made her wet.

Myra reached into her bag and found two dildos. One was eight inches long and three inches thick. It was white and its head was shaped like a large bulb. The other was ten inches long and two inches thick. It looked like a long black snake. Myra took a dining room chair and placed a slick plastic cutting board on it. Then she licked the base of both massive dildos and stuck them onto the cutting board. Suction cups at the base of each dildo held them well in place. Myra was almost ready. She took a large leather gag from her collection and fitted it to her mouth. The leather strap had a rubber cock protruding from it that Myra pushed into her mouth. The gag also had a pump that dangled between Myra’s pendulous breasts when she wore it. Myra buckled the strap around her head and moaned a few times just to hear herself. She reached forward to pump the inflatable cock in her mouth and watched herself in the dining room mirror as her eyes popped wide open. The cock in her mouth expanded inside her and stretched her jaws open painfully. Myra’s cunt was soaked.

Myra went to the freezer and found the cup of water she had earlier placed inside it. It was now a cup of solid ice with a key buried deep within. Myra took the cup by the string that trailed out of it and went back to the dining room. She tied the string to the top of the chair back so that the block of ice dangled at the chair’s base.

Myra was now ready. She positioned herself over her ready cocks and slathered her cunt juice all over her asshole. Taking a deep breath she sat down hard upon them. They pierced her violently, pushing deep within her, pressing against her inner flesh. Myra screamed and bent down to cuff her ankles tightly to the chair legs. She reached back and cuffed her wrists behind her to the chair back. She was trapped now, bound and gagged to the chair in front of her front door that anyone could open at any time. Myra moaned as the ice covered key bumped back and forth against her groping hands. She was a captive and knew that she must have been very bad to have been punished and humiliated like this.

Myra decided she had better be a good girl and sit very still or she might be punished more. She tried to sit as motionless as she possibly could. It was hard, though. The cock in her ass was pushing up against the one in her cunt and the way her legs were cuffed to the chair they were spread wide open so that she was penetrated as deeply as possible. Myra began sweating in her rubber suit and her pleasure tunnels gripped and released their invaders with lewd suggestive caresses. Myra gasped with each inner twitch of her sensitive pink flesh and watched helplessly as her nipples began hardening and poking out.

Myra knew she must try and be a good little girl, that she must try to sit still, but her nipples were beginning to ache so terribly. She tried to ignore the sensations her nipples were sending throughout her body but already her knees were trembling, trying to close together to rub her clit. Myra’s moans began to increase in volume and her saliva ran down her chin making her rubber suit shine. Myra whimpered and felt her cunt quiver over the dildo and she could not help but shift in her seat. As Myra’s hips shifted the rubber cocks inside her stabbed her in places that she could never resist.

Surrendering to their temptations Myra began hopping up and down on her dildos. She raised up drawing them out of her dripping holes. Myra’s balance was precarious in this position and as soon as her forward momentum died she fell back on her dildos. She rammed back onto them hard smashing them back inside her body. Her screams filled the house as she felt the hard cocks work deeper into her than before. Myra could not stop herself and leaned forward again once more pulling herself off of her dildos only to fall back onto them brutally. Myra screamed again around the cock that stretched her mouth and began fucking herself faster and faster. She twisted her rubber clad ass all over the cold cutting board working the cocks around in circles within her needy flesh.

Myra’s nipples were poking out an inch from her full breasts and she prayed the ice would melt soon so she could get free and pinch them. Then she felt her clit tingle and knew she would be punished horribly. Myra fucked herself steadily watching her clitoris poke out from between her lips. Her cunt juice flowed and she tried to desperately make herself cum. Myra felt her fleshy rings clamp down on the dildos and she tried to coax her orgasm out of her body. Sweat continued to pour out of Myra as she speared her curvy body on her pleasure poles. She grunted like an animal every time the stiff cocks violated her body. Myra howled at the pounding her delicate flesh was getting and felt her orgasm hover around the periphery of her consciousness. No matter how hard Myra tried, though, she could not make herself cum. Unless she could touch her clit she was doomed to stay this way until the ice melted and she could reach her key. The idea of an hour like this made Myra whine and shake her head as if trying to refuse the punishment she knew she so badly needed.

But refusal was out of the question. Myra was a horrid little girl and she knew that whatever punishment she got was well deserved. She moaned and pounded her ass down hard punching the cocks into her left cunt wall. The pain was infernal and Myra tried to escape it, but her own lust drove her to seek more punishment. She rose off her chair higher than before and as the cocks slipped out of her she had second thoughts and tried to hold herself aloft as long as she could. Myra grunted as she tried to stay up off her punishing pricks but soon felt herself falling backwards. Her strength was spent and she could not ease herself backwards. Instead she fell onto the dildos like a dead weight mashing her holes down around them with terrible force.

Myra looked down and saw the dildo in her cunt buried up to its base and knew that the dildo in her ass was buried just as deeply. Myra could not lift herself up again and went mad with unsatisfied lust. She rotated her hips in nasty circles using the dildos like corkscrews. Her clit was singing symphonies of neglect as she wrapped her cunt and rectum around the tumescent shafts inside them. Her breasts did not bounce as they were held captive by the slippery latex and Myra’s nipples needed pinching and biting so badly, but were doomed to forgo any contact as Myra writhed on her chair alone in the big house. Myra moaned as she stretched her holes out by circling her ass on the chair. She looked down at her nipples and began crying. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she tried again desperately to make herself cum.

Myra worked her flaring hips up off the chair and let her body fall down hard on her favorite tormentors. She felt her climax come closer with each stroke of the raping cocks in her tender holes. Myra raped herself faster trying to make her orgasm spill over the edge. She worked her inner muscles rippling them over the studded phalli within her. She felt her orgasm reach the edge but as hard as she tried she could not make it cum. Her clitoris was buzzing like a shorted out doorbell and she hunched her body hard down on the fat dildos, but still she could not cum. She could not cum nor could she stop molesting her body. She was trapped and only the melting of the ice around her key would save her from the hell of her sensual limbo.

Myra had lost her mind and was working her body on and off her chair as if she was fighting it, as if the chair was alive and was holding her, raping her. Myra threw her head from right to left as she ass and cunt fucked herself crazy. Myra prayed she would be set free soon and felt behind her for the key. Her hands grasped the string and as they followed it down Myra felt the block of ice but with half its original size frozen around her salvation. Myra screamed and fucked as fast and as hard as she could, smearing her juices all over the cutting board. Myra’s body was slippery with her trapped sweat and as she pounded herself she remembered something horrible.

As the front door opened Myra remembered that today was the day the refrigerator repairman was to come. Myra bounced up and down on her cocks watching in horror as a big, dark man strolled into the foyer. He walked in calmly as if he were about to by the house. The man looked about as if Myra’s rubberized body was not fucking itself senseless in the center of the room, as if she were not even present. Then the broad shouldered man focused on the lewd housewife. He knelt in front of Myra. He reached out and grabbed her hips forcing her down onto the cutting board. Myra screamed around the rubber cock in her mouth and tried to fight his hands, to keep fucking herself. "No, no, no, little rubberslut. I think you better obey me. I was going to fix your fridge today, but I think that you need more attention than any of your appliances."

The repairman took a pair of nipple clamps from Myra’s bag and set their rubber teeth on her aching nipples. She gasped as her tender flesh was pressed hard by the clamps. Her clit tingled as if it was tied to the local power grid and Myra once again began raping herself with all the vigor she possessed. The repairman let her abuse her body. He leaned against the dining room table and tugged at Myra’s nipple chain pulling her up as far as she could go. When she reached the apex of her flight he pulled her clamp chain down hard crashing her onto her fuck toys.

Myra whimpered and whined as she was led like an animal up and down on her devilish cocks. She tried her best to match the repairman’s tugging, but she was getting tired and missed some of his silent commands. When she did not respond to the repairman’s tugging in time he pulled her nipples out stretching them painfully. Myra howled and fucked harder trying to keep up, but her muscles were wasted and she grew weak. She sagged on her chair moaning pitifully as she watched the repairman yank her sore nipples up and away from her body. Every few yanks Myra would try to rise to follow the chain, but the best she could do to lift up a few inches. The cocks in her cunt and ass would slide along her inner meat and stab her with fresh pleasure as she fell back upon them.

The repairman’s cock was hardening in his pants and he rubbed it as he punished the naughty housewife. He massaged his cock in hard circles and it soon grew tired of being restrained. Myra saw it pointing at her and knew that soon she would have to satisfy it. The repairman took Myra’s gag pump in his hand and held it in front of her face. "You are a very bad little girl. I am getting tired of hearing you bitch and moan. I think it is time to quiet you down." He squeezed his hand around the rubber bulb forcing air into Myra’s gag. Three times he pumped her gag and she squeaked as the rubber cock grew inside her mouth stuffing it full. Myra’s jaw opened even more painfully than before and she felt the thick veined rubber cock force its way into the back of her throat. Her eyes pleaded with the repairman to either let her go or make her cum, but either this was not his day to be psychic or he just did not care about her pain or her pleasure.

In any case he did not let Myra go, nor did he make her cum. Instead the man in the white jumpsuit reached into his toolbox and brought out a small wrench. He hefted the steel tool in his hand and put its open mouth around the center of Myra’s chain. Her breasts were so large that, molded by the rubber suit, they pushed out almost a foot from her body. The chain that had dangled before her in a wide "U" shape was brought down by the weight of the wrench into a sharp "V" Myra’s nipples were pulled downwards as the weight tore and strained at her aching rubies.

Myra screamed as the clamps bit her skin and tried to console herself by fucking her cunt and asshole as much as she could. Her debilitated state allowed her only a bit of movement and Myra took advantage of as much of it as she could as she pumped her body up and down shamelessly before the rough man who was mastering her. "Very nice, slut. You really want that orgasm, I see. Well good luck. You’re going to have to do a lot more for me before I let you cum. First off, you are going to have to put on some makeup." The repairman removed his clothes as he spoke. "The only tube of makeup is right here between my legs. Your job is to get the gooey stuff out and all over your face using only your mouth."

Myra felt the repairman deflate and remove her gag. She worked her sore jaw for a moment before the repairman’s massive cock thrust inside it. He stood next to her chair and held her hair in his hands. As she sucked him he pumped his hips sawing his member in and out of Myra’s mouth. Her lips were stretched painfully over his velvety smooth skin and his thickness pushed her tongue down into the bottom of her mouth as it rammed home with every solid push. The repairman noticed Myra fumbling with something behind her. He reached around and grabbed the string that held the key. Most of the ice had melted away and as soon as he realized what was frozen within it he laughed. " Oh, you silly bitch. You thought escape was that simple? I don’t think so." He took a knife from his toolbox. The repairman made sure that Myra could see him as he sliced the string and tied the ice covered key to the chain that so tormented Myra’s nipples. The ice chilled Myra and she looked at it and moaned.

"That’s as close to freedom as you are going to get for a while, whore." Now try to get at that milky makeup while I do your hair. Myra moaned around the cock that raped her mouth and twisted her hips on her cocks. The repairman reached behind her and took her voluminous head of hair. He slowly fucked Myra’s mouth as his skilled hands let her hair down and separated it into two handfuls. One at a time he began working Myra’s hair into tight, perfect braids. The braids were long and tough and shone in the sunlight like copper cables. When the repairman was finished he straddled Myra’s chair and used her braids as reigns. Instead of pumping his hips against Myra’s face he was now able to pull her braids toward him. He controlled her the way a sailor controls a sail by pulling on its rigging. By pulling both braids unevenly the repairman could make Myra twist and turn her mouth over his cock. He could make her mouth stab itself with his length and had a great deal of fun watching his stiff rod thrust against the inside of her cheeks.

Myra tried to satisfy him as much as she could. She moved her tongue around him when he pulled out of her and slithered it around his length. When the repairman slammed into her she sucked him as hard as she could, trying to rub his fat slippery cock with ever centimeter of her mouth meat. It was so hard, though. Every time the cock in her cunt hit her secret spots it drove her to such distraction that her mouth moaned and fell inactive. The pleasure in her cunt and the pain in her ass made her mouth a passive pleasure hole. The only difference, during these interludes of paralytic pleasure, between her mouth and her asshole or her cunt was the incessant moaning that issued forth from her oral hole.

Myra tasted a salty sweetness in her mouth and knew that it was the repairman’s precum. Her cunt quivered at the thought of him blowing his load in her mouth and she sucked and licked him harder as her head was slammed down on his raging staff. The repairman’s breathing became stertorous as his cock thickened in her mouth. Myra’s lips were hurting badly as the repairman’s thickness stretched her further. If only she could hold on and ignore the burning pleasure in her cunt and the burning pain in her ass. If only she could last until the warm goo covered her face. Maybe then she would be finally given some sort of release.

Myra’s torture went on like that for an hour. The repairman pounding his cock with her face while she in turns licked and sucked him and served as his dutch wife. Myra gave up all hope that she would ever be let go when her tormentor began punching his cock inside her mouth with the rapidity of machinegun fire. His veins filled with blood and went hard and then he was pulling out of Myra’s mouth and exploding all over her face. She screamed as she saw globs of cum fly out at her. Thick runs of sticky cum painted Myra’s face. They covered her and dripped off onto the latex that pushed her breasts out.

The repairman screamed as he stroked his strong fist up and down his cock spraying her face with leaping ropes of his seed. As his supply depleted he took his cock and smeared his cum all over Myra’s face covering her with a thick gooey mask. When he finished the repairman stood back and watched Myra continue to try and fuck herself. He marveled at how sexy she looked with her face covered in semen and knew he had to have her again. He pushed his limp cock into Myra’s gasping mouth. "Clean it up, slut and do a good job if you want your vibrator." At hearing the word "vibrator" Myra moaned and sucked her master’s cock deeply into her mouth working her lips along its length until she had it lodged firmly in her mouth. She thrilled at the repairman’s quivering cock and licked his sticky wad from his limp flesh. The repairman’s cock may have been without the rigidity which had been previously strangling her, but its thickness was still overwhelming and as her own personal tyrant thrust his hips forwards forcing more of himself inside her, Myra once again felt her mouth fill with his meat.

"That’s a good little suburban slut. That’s a nice little fuckface. You keep suckling that way and who knows what might happen. You might get another load on your face." Indeed the repairman’s cock was doing quite well under the ministrations of Myra’s hungry mouth. Her popping eyes attested to the fact that as her wiggling tongue worked along the underside of his shaft the length of it hardened once again pushing to the back of her throat. Myra had to take big breaths and hold them so she would not suffocate as the repairman once again commenced to rape her face by pulling her braids to him.

The repairman moaned and searched through Myra’s things until he found a bullet shaped vibrator. He turned it on to test the batteries and grinned when a high pitched buzzing sound filled the room. The batteries were new and the repairman was pleased. He pulled out of Myra’s mouth and placed the silver bullet on Myra’s clitoris. She moaned as the cold plastic touched her sensitive nub. The repairman took some of his electrician’s tape and secured the vibe in place before raising back to his former position.

"Please me and you may have release." Myra pushed her face forward as if she were a starving animal and devoured the repairman’s cock as if it were an antidote to some poison that raged through her body. She pounded her face hard on it sucking and licking, willing the vibe to turn on. "Do you want to cum, slut?"

Myra sucked harder and raped her face faster. She moaned, "Mmmmm!"

"Are you sure, slut? I may not let you stop once you start."

Myra looked up at her Torquemada with watering eyes and moaned a loud whining moan. She made her tongue run figure eights around his shaft as she bounced her cunt and asshole on her dildos. The repairman growled at the intense pleasure and slammed the vibrator’s control to maximum. "Then take it, you fucking cunt. Cum until your cunt falls off!" Myra felt the vibrations slam into her clit and immediately began cumming. As her orgasm hit she screamed and convulsed. Myra’s screams were muffled by the thick cock raping her mouth and she lost her ability to control her own body. Myra wanted to please her master, but the orgasms that pounded inside her clutching cunt made her dance on her dildos like an obscene puppet.

The repairman saw this and once again took over. He grabbed Myra’s braids and began pulling her face onto his cock. He choked her with his fat girth slamming it deep into the back of her throat and he thrilled to the vibrations her screams were giving him as they moved up her throat and into his dripping cock. Myra’s original climax was dying down. She felt it end but just as soon as it did another more severe one began. Myra’s cunt flesh grew more slippery as her cum oozed out of her and she found that it was oh so much easier to rape her holes on the dildos with which she had become all too familiar.

The repairman was getting close to his own orgasm and gritted his teeth. He tensed his muscles as he controlled Myra’s head with her lustrous hair. She howled as she came again and gave herself fully to the man that so obviously owned her. The repairman took Myra’s braids in one hand and pulled her by her nipple chains with the other. Myra’s rubber covered body strained forward as it rose up off her cocks and slammed back down hard nearly splitting her in two. She came again and knew that she had to stop soon. She prayed her master would cum soon and suddenly her prayers were answered.

The repairman yanked Myra’s nipples and hair hard and fast and bent backwards. He roared and pumped his load into Myra’s mouth making her drink every drop. Myra sucked the thick semen down her throat and licked the repairman dry. He backed away from her, spent and began dressing. Myra’s orgasms intensified. The vibrator was like a vindictive hornet on her clit, pleasing her with its delicate feet and stinging her with its nettle. Myra continued to do her puppet dance on her cocks even though she knew she was hurting herself. She had to continue because the vibrations on her clit demanded that her ass tunnel and cunt hole be filled hard and fast. Myra had to accede to the demands. She had no choice.

Please let me go! I can’t cum anymore! It’s killing me! Ohhhhh goddddddd!"

"I think not. I think your hubby would love to see you like this. Be a dear and remind him that the fridge repair needs to be rescheduled. I will come back and hurt you some more another day."

"B. . . but I can’t stop cumminggggg! Ahhhh! Cumming agaaaaain!"

"That’s right, little rubbergirl. You will cum until hubby gets home."

"Oh goddddd, but he isn’t coming home for hours. Pleeeeeeeease oh god my cliiiiiit, my cunt! Ass hurts, feels so gooooooooooooood!" The repairman smiled and patted the gyrating rubber clothed woman on the head. He took her gag and forced it deep into her mouth and buckled it back around her head. Myra moaned and drooled around the rubber ball as her braids whipped around her body. The repairman then picked up his things and left the house. Just before he closed the door he called back into the house. Hope I fixed whatever needed fixing . . . ma’am."

Myra moaned and kept fucking herself brutally as she came and came and came.