Rubber Ball

Hi All,

This is my first ever real attempt at writting a story to post. It is ALL fiction, and most of it is just made up and what I think it would be like but never experianced. I was inspired to write this after looking at some pics from a friend. I have an overactive imagination which is probably much better in my head than on paper. I suppose I should have proof read it, but I'm assuming I'll probabl be the only person to read it. Please have mercy when commenting... if anyone reads this at all.


I scurry up the sidewalk quickly, thankfull that its night and no one seems to see me approach the house. I'm wearing my favorite pink party dress, pink 2" heels and petticoats with my little dickie tucked away in nice pink lacy panties, and have never worn them outside before. I am so nerveous and doubting the wisedom of the choices that have led me to this point. I don't know what I was thinking. Sure when I started chatting to my new gurl friend SissyLaytex on line it sounded like a good idea to get toghether, but now that its a reality it seems too strange and scary. Our chats were interesting and titillating. I was enthralled by her strange interest in latex and rubber, and she was a submissive sissy just like me. Every exchanged text was exciting, we talked about make up and frilly dresses and servicing men, but it was her talk of rubber dresses and pvc that tickled my imagination. After two weeks I found my self squirming in my panties wanting to meet her face to face and see with my own eyes the outfits she described, black rubber hoods, pvc boned corsets, thigh high leather boots....oh my.

Taking a deep breath a ring the door bell, and no sooner than my finger leaves the button the door infront of me opens a crack and loud music issues forth. "Hello" I say, and after a heart beat i walk inside when no one answers. Once inside I find standing in the hall way a figure in a total black rubber body suit. It must be SissyLaytex I think to myself, wondering why she isnt talking to me I quickly relize she has a ballgag in her mouth and her arms are bound infront of her.