A Friendly Evening

A notification appear on Maxine's computer as she is getting ready to leave. A request for services, Someone is looking to have fun tonight Maxine thinks to herself. She reads further into the details of the request. Latex, breath-play, toys. This wasn't a casual request. Whoever sent this knows what they want and knows Maxine can give it to them. She accepts the request and sets up the meeting times.

Maxine goes back to her "pleasure room" and begins her preparation for the evenings fun. She starts by shining her own latex catsuit. Making sure to oil up every bit of it to give it a shine that won't be forgotten. Then she moves on to the latex attire the client will be wearing. Making sure there are no tears or stretches before shining. Maxine wipes down the seat she will be restraining her subject in prepping the fuck machine below just in case they wanted to be pleasured from their ass and their cock. She then takes out her gas mask, this is her main instrument for breath-play. Attaching one end of a hose to the mask and the other end to a bottle partially filled with water. Maxine tests the apparatus, drawing in a shallow breath. The slight resistance, the cool air filtering through the water, it's perfect. She sets it aside, already anticipating the sight of it strapped to the clients face.

The doorbell rings, precisely on time. Maxine smirks; she's happy that she didn't have to wait long for her client to show up. She glides to the door in her gleaming catsuit, the material accentuating her curves. She opens it without hesitation.

And there stands Dan.

The shock hit her like a physical blow, taking her back. Dan, the one who stammers when ordering coffee, the one that gets excited for trivia Thursdays? He's standing there, looking utterly terrified. His eyes wide, unable to meet her gaze.

"Dan," she says, voice filled with surprise, losing its edge she reserves for the pleasure room. "This was your request?"

He looks away, Maxine can visually see him gulp. He gives a curt nod, "Yeah, it was me."

Maxine looks at Dan, not sure where to take this, "Are you sure you want to do this with me?"

"I wouldn't have sent this to you if I didn't," Dan said sounding a bit more sure of himself. "I've been friends with you for years. It's not like you kept this a secret from me."

"If that's how you feel, then we can get started," Maxine steps aside and beckons Dan into the house. "Now to set the rules. Once we begin you will be mine until we are finished, I'm not your friend, I'm your Dom. Your only job is to say obey me. Do you understand?"

Dan looks to her and nods with increasing confidence, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good, now strip," she commands. "Everything off and put this on," she hands him a latex condom-suit. Dan looks at it with curiosity, never having worn one before he's not sure how to begin. Maxine looks at him "would you like some help?"

"Yes Ma'am," Dan said as he's fumbling around with the suit. After a bit of time Dan is in, his cock and balls are sheathed by the latex. The suit fits well, outlining his skinny torso. Maxine walks around inspecting Dan, she unzips the rear of the suit exposing his ass.

"Come with me," Maxine commands as she leads Dan towards the pleasure room. "You will be seated here for the duration of the evenings events. She points towards a leather clad chair with wrist, ankle, and neck restraints. Underneath is sits a dildo attached to a fuck machine angled upward to be inserted into whoever sits on the chair.

Dan's eyes widen, feeling nervous he steps over and takes a seat.

Maxine begins fastening the restraints to hold him in place. She notices Dan's cock becoming hard in the condom-suit. Perfect. She looks at Dan, "You look so wonderful, trapped on my chair," she begins touching his cock. With each gentle touch she hears another sound from Dan. Maxine moves away and grabs the gas mask apparatus. "Just breath gently, it will feel difficult at first but you will get used to it quickly," as she straps the mask to his face.

With each breath the bottle bubbles. Dan's muffled moans excite Maxine. She begins playing with his cock again. Stroking it as it continues to harden. As it fully stiffens there is no more give in the sheath. She strokes gently with each moan Dan gives. "You're having fun aren't you?" Maxine asks as Dan's moans fill the room. The bubbling becoming louder as his moans become louder. "Would you like some more toys?" Maxine asks as she strokes slowly.

"Yes, ma'am," Dan says broken up by his labored breaths.

Maxine adds some lube to the dildo and turns the fuck machine on the lowest setting. The dildo slowly inserts into Dan's ass. He lifts slightly not expecting it but as the machine continues he lowers himself back down taking each thrust as it comes. As he gets used to the slower setting Maxine begins turning up the speed. Dan's breathing becomes more erratic as his prostate is hit with each thrust. His moans in time with the machine.

Maxine watches him, a pleased look in her eyes. His body arching in rhythm with the thrusts, his cock straining in the latex sheath. A perfect testament to his arousal. "This is only the beginning Dan, I have something else I think you'll enjoy."

She walks over to her cabinet and grabs a cylindrical device with a box attached. It's her milking machine. It's not just for pleasure, its for draining every last drop of pleasure from her subject. She brings it over to the seat and attaches it to a post attached to the seat. "Time to take everything from you," She purrs in his ear as she slides the sleeve onto Dan's rigid cock. The fit is snug, perfect.

She flips the machine on and a low hum fills the air, and Dan's body tenses. The silicone sleeve begins to contract and release in a steady rhythm, pulling and sucking on his shaft with relentless precision.

After a short time Dan's moans become louder, his pleasure immeasurable. The moans only muffled by the mask. The fuck machine pounding his ass, the milker draining his cock, and the gas mask controlling every breath he takes. He is completely overwhelmed, a vessel for the sensation Maxine has chosen for him.

Maxine smile, his pleasure bringing her pleasure, adjusts the intensity of the milker. "That's it, let it all go." She watches as Dan squirms, restrained to the seat. His struggle weakens as his body accepts the three way attack. Bubbles in the bottle become frantic as his breathing grows more ragged. Maxine can see his pre-cum leaking into the tube, he's close to his breaking point.

Maxine leans close, her lips near his ear. "You're going to come for me, Dan. And you're going to keep coming until I decide you can stop. Remember, you wanted this. You asked for this. Now you're going to take it." He could feel her breath on his ear with each word. Each word edged him closer and closer over the edge. Eventually his body convulsed, a powerful orgasm ripped through him as the machine continued it relentless task of milking him dry. The relentless sucking continued, the sheath pulling at his overly sensitive flesh. A guttural sound of half pleasure, half agony, escaped his lips, vibrating through the hose of the gas mask. Bubbles in the water churning, a frantic visual of his shattered breathing.

Maxine continued to watch, an artist satisfied with the show that was unfolding before her. She was creating a masterpiece using Dan as the medium. His chest heaving, muscles clenched and unclenched, and his eyes barely visible through the mask's lens.

She let the machine work for another minute, drawing out a second, weaker orgasm from his trembling body. This one was less of a shock and more of a shuddering release that drained his tension. He sagged against the restraints, worn out. Only then she turned off the milker. The silence was deafening only broken by the hum of the fuck machine still penetrating his ass, the bubbles of Dan's slowed breathing, and his muffled moans.

"Look at you," She cooed, her voice more caring than it was just moments ago. "So beautiful when you're all spent." She ran a gloved hand from the mask down his chest, ending at the base of his cock. "You'll be happy to hear that we're not finished yet. We've still got more to this play."

She walked back to her cabinet and returned with a small box. She placed a stool besides Dan's chair and opened it revealing small weights each with a delicate attached.

Dan's eyes still hazy from his orgasms, focused on the box. He watched helpless as Maxine selected two of the lighter weights. With practiced fingers, she found his nipples through the latex and pinched them, coaxing them to hard peaks. Then, she attached the clamps.

"Too much?" Maxine asked, though she knew the answer. She could see the pleasure through the lens in Dan's eye. This moment was being crafted just for him.

He shook his head in a slow deliberate motion. "No. ma'am," he managed to gasp out, the words barely audible.

"Good." She stood up walking behind the chair. "Because I think its time for the main event." She reached for the dial on the fuck machine. "You've been enjoying the slow build-up. Now let's how you handle the final act."

She turned the dial with a decisive motion. The machine escalated into a powerful whir. The dildo which had been penetrating him at a steady teasing pace, now became a blur of motion. It fucked him with a brutal, unrelenting force. A piston of pure sensation hammering against his prostate with each thrust.

Dan's body arched violently, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. The world dissolved into a blur of feeling. The stimulation of the weights on his nipples, the overwhelming pleasure in his ass, the pressure of each breath as the gas mask limited his air, the tight embracing latex encasing him. It was all to much; it was perfect.

His mind, finally surrendered. It couldn't keep up. The separate inputs merged into a single, overwhelming wave of pleasure. He was no longer the Dan that entered Maxine's house. He was a creature of pure sensation, a character in Maxine's play of pleasure and pain. Time was lost. He didn't know if seconds or hours had passed. He only existed in the now, with each thrust, with each breathe, with each tug of the weights.

Maxine circled around him, directing her play as she saw fit. She saw the moment his eyes glazed over, when he had truly let go. This was what she was waiting for. She moved over to the bubble bottle and plugged its hole with her thumb.

"Breath for me, Dan", she commanded, her voice cutting through his daze. "Take a deep breath."

Instinctively he obeyed and attempted to take a desperate breath. The mask pressed to his face with the vacuum that was created. For a terrifying second, there was nothing. Then, his body's instincts kicked in. His chest convulsed, trying to draw in air that wasn't there. The fuck machine continued its relentless assault, the pleasure spiking into something sharp and desperate as his brain sent every nerve ending screaming. The weights on his nipples felt heavier and the latex felt tighter.

Just as his vision was beginning to blur, just as he began to slump forward, she unplugged the hole.

Air rushed through the bottle. Bubbles violently gurgling through the water. The relief was profound, his body shook with the force of his inhalation.

And then she did it again.

She created a rhythm. A deep breath, then seal. The panic, struggle, the overwhelming sensory overload. Then the release, the gasp of sweet air. Maxine showed that she controlled not just his pleasure, not just his pain, but his very life. Each breath was a gift, a gift she was kind enough to give him. With each cycle she pushed Dan just a bit further, made him hold out just a little longer.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she stopped. She turned off the fuck machine, leaving only the sound of Dan's ragged, bubbling breaths. She removed the clamps, and the rush of sensation left his nipples making him cry out. Then she unstrapped the gas mask from Dan, pulling it away from his face.

Cool, unfiltered air hit his lungs. He gasped, his chest heaving. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, and his face was flushed deep, blotchy red. He blinked, his eyes slowly focusing on Maxine's face. She stood over him, a vision of gleaming latex and absolute power.

"You did well," she said, her voice soft but still holding the edge of command. "Very well."

She began unfastening the restraints, starting with his ankles and working her way upward. As each strap came free, he felt a wave of sensation return tot that part of his body. When she released his wrists his arms fell limp. When she released his neck, his head lolled forward. He was utterly spent, a hollowed-out shell of the man that had arrived earlier.

She helped him out of the chair, his legs trembling so badly he would have collapsed without her support. She guided him to the couch just outside the room and set him down on it. She brought him a glass of water which he tiredly grabbed from her.

They sat in silence for a long while, the only sounds the latex on their bodies. The Dom and sub were no more, in there place were Maxine and Dan, friends once more.

"Are you okay?" she asked him, her voice now gentle, all edge completely gone.

He looked at her, his eyes shining with a profound, exhausted gratitude. A smile slowly spread across his face. "I'm... I'm more than okay," he whispered, voice hoarse. "Thank you, Maxine."

She smiled back, genuine, friendly, smile. "Anytime, Dan. Anytime."