ANDERS' STORY

by Arcyl Man - March 1996

Anders can hardly wait. Cathy called and said that it was in and he could pick it up anytime. But he has to wait until he's off work at four. The day drags on, business is always quiet on Fridays but today is even worse, so time seems to just stand still. Finally it's closing time and when he's locking the front door, a customer arrives and asks if he can stay open a little bit. The little bit turns into half an hour. It's quarter to five by the time he gets in his car and leaves. The traffic on the way to the mall is stop and go the whole way. Eventually he gets to the mall and he has to wander around for twenty minutes looking for a parking space. The parking spot he finds is in the far corner of the lot and at the wrong end of the mall. He hates the crowds at Christmas time, at least the weathers nice here in Southern California. He remembers living in Chicago, where you also fought the crowds put there you did it in three feet of snow. He starts his hike across the parking lot and down the length of the mall to Cathy's shop. It's almost six o'clock by the time he arrives.

"Hi, Anders, I expected you an hour and an half ago." Cathy greets him. "What took you so long?"

"Don't ask. It's been a horrid afternoon. Did it really get here?" Asks Anders.

"Yes, it's here. Do you want to try it on?"

"Yes, of course. I can't wait." He exclaims.

She reaches under the counter and hands him a bag. "Here it is. You know where the dressing room is." And he takes the bag and quickly goes to the back room to change.

First he strip off all his clothes and sits on the bench. He shakes it out and unzips the two zippers. He gathers up the right leg and pulls it over his foot and leg relishing in the smooth sensual feel of the fabric. He repeats the process on the other leg and pulls the suit up to his thighs. Looking in the bag again, he finds the medium sized butt plug. He bends over and inserts it with a grunt as per her instructions. He tucks his now hard cock into the suit and pulls it over his hip, waist and chest. The suit feels great, it is so tight and stretchy. Next he slips one arm into the suit until his hand is settled into the built in gloves and then the other arm. Now he is covered from toes to neck but there is more. He bends his head forward and inserts it into the sown on hood. The hood covers his whole face except opening for the eyes and a goatee shaped opening for the nose, mouth and chin. Lastly he closes the zipper from the small of his back to the neck and the zipper from the crown of his head to the neck. He is sealed in completely and he loves it. He steps out of the dressing room into the back room of the shop so he can see himself in the mirrors.

What he sees both amazes and excites him. The image in the mirror is of a man in pretty decent shape (he works out at aerobics a lot and does some weight training) who is completely covered in shinny, smooth black nylon/lycra from toe to crown. The image has a quite large and very hard cock clearly outlined by the skin tight catsuit. He reaches down and strokes his hard on with one of his lycra covered hands causing it to throb in anticipation.

He is in a sexual daze when Cathy walks into the back room to check on his progress. She stops when she sees him to admire his lycra encased body. She too is turned on by the image and starts stroking her lycra covered crotch. (She is wearing a tank-top stirrup-legged unitard with spike heels and an oversized sweater over it.) Eventually he notices her and shyly stops playing with himself.

"I love the way this catsuit feels. The lycra covering my whole body is even better that I imagined. Thank you so much for ordering it for me."

"You look fantastic. Here let me check the zippers, I want to make sure you're completely sealed in. Did you put the butt plug in like I told you?"

He nods yes and turns around and she pulls the zippers completely together and then slips a small lock she had hidden in hand over the two zipper pulls locking him in the lycra catsuit.

"That's perfect, just the way I want you." She says as her hands slip around his lycra covered body and fondle his rock hard cock. He backs up a few inches until his body is firm against hers and then he wiggles his ass into her crotch arousing her even more.

"Stop, please, or I come right now." He pleads and she pulls her hands away. "You're right. I wouldn't want you leaving her with a big stain in your crotch." She says. "Besides I want everyone to see your hard cock that I love playing with so much."

"What do mean, nobody's going to see me in this when I leave." He protests.

"I've played a dirty trick on you. You're locked in that suit and the key for the lock is at my house. You're going to have to wear it home. I can't let you out."

"You're a mean and cruel mistress, but I can't walk through the mall dressed like this. Everyone's going to see me and my raging hard on. I'll get arrested for indecent exposure."

"Don't worry. Nobody will recognize you with most of your face hidden and you can't be arrested for exposure when you whole body is covered. Besides I'll make it worth your while when you get to my house later." She says as she stokes his hard on.

"Well, I guess I don't have any choice. Do I get to put my street clothes on over the catsuit?"

"Only your shoes and by the way, you have to stop at Victoria's Secret and pick up a package for me."

"I can't." He exclaims.

"You will or you'll find out just how cruel this mistress can be. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, mistress. Whatever you command." He responds sheepishly.

"Good, that's the proper spirit. Get your shoes on, grab your keys and wallet and meet me out front." Cathy turns on her heel and goes out to the front of the store. There are a couple of young woman in their early twenties looking through the racks. One has on leggings and a large T-shirt and the other is wearing an black unitard and a large man's white shirt unbuttoned but belted tightly at the waist.

"Can I help you?" Offers Cathy.

"Yes, we're looking for something special. Do you have animal print catsuits. We're going to a costume party New Years Eve and we want to go as leopards, tigers or something like that. Do you have anything appropriate?" Asks one of the woman.

"I think I can get just what you want. Wait here a second." She suggests and then walks over to the door to the back room. "Come her, Anders, I need you."

Anders comes walking out into the front of the store in nothing but his black lycra catsuit and shoes, still with a raging hard on.

"I can get you a suit like this in time for your party in any animal print you want. Will that be a good costume? Come here and feel what a good fit you get with this catsuits." Explains Cathy.

"O, these do fit nicely." Exclaims one of the woman as she feels the tightness of the suit on Anders.

"Yes, I think this is what we are looking for." Says the other while she strokes his turgid maleness.

"What print pattern would you like?" asks Cathy.

They discuss their purchase and finalize the deal while they continue to stroke poor Anders, who is about to explode but who know he must control himself until his mistress releases him. Finally the woman are done and leave but not until they both kiss him good bye.

"See, being in public in your new catsuit isn't all bad." Says Cathy. "I'll have to make sure you're here when they come in to pick up their catsuits, you clinched the sale. Thank you. But now it's time for you to leave. Here's the receipt for Victoria's Secret. Pick up my package and meet me at my house at nine thirty."

"Yes, mistress." He says as he leaves the store and into the mall proper. He heads in the direction of Victoria's Secret. As he steps out into the mall it seems like everyone stops and stares at this strange sight of a man in a black lycra catsuit walking along. He feels a hundreds of eyes boring into him, which excites him even more. He can tell everyone is looking at his lycra encased cock making it harder and harder. He can hardly control himself, it is such a turn on to be exposed in front of all these people. He makes it to Victoria's Secret and walks in.

"I have a purchase to pick up." He says to the startled clerk.

"Let me check in back." Responds the clerk as she goes into the back room. "Here is your package." She says when she returns. "Is there anything else I can do for you. And can I have your phone number?" she blurts out without thinking.

"Thank you for the package, but I'm spoken for. My mistress would be very upset if I were to contact you again." He replies.

"She's a very lucky woman. I be here if she ever tires of you." answers the clerk. Out he walks as he continues the trek to the other end of the mall and his car. As he is walking and everyone is staring he remembers the first time he met Cathy.

He had gone into her dancewear and hosiery shop looking for a pair of red tights to match a leotard he had purchased. She put him at ease as soon as he walked into the store. She knew what he was buying was for himself but didn't treat him like a freak, she acted like it was perfectly normal for him to buy ladies tights unlike so many of the other dancewear stores. Anders had a serious addiction to lycra and had purchased a lot of it over the years, but many sales clerks treated him with disdain when he came into their shops. Cathy made him feel special and he loved it.

He kept coming back to her shop for other garments to feed his fetish and always she was cheerful and helpful. Besides she always dressed in her own products. She wore stretch fabrics exclusively which showed off her well endowed figure to it's best advantage. Eventually she insisted that he try on each outfit before he left, to make sure it fit properly. She let him use the dressing room off the back room so he didn't have to be in the front of the store when he came out. She began to inspect each outfit and make sure it fit properly, which meant very tight and without wrinkles. She was very demanding and forceful but he liked that in a woman.

Finally, she suggested that they get together away from the store. "I want you to come to my house tonight after closing. Here's the address. Be there at eight o'clock sharp and wear lycra." She commanded.

At exactly eight he was waiting on her door step ringing the door bell. She answered the door wearing a silver lycra unitard with long sleeves and a very low scoop neck. It clung to her like a coat of paint or like she had been dipped in chrome. Her cleavage was prominently showing and she had accented the unitard by a very tight black patent leather belt and spike heels in black patent leather.

"Wow!" was all he could say as he stood on her porch.

"Come in, come in. I've been waiting for you." She announced.

He stumbled in the door, handing her the flowers that he had brought. "These are for you." he said haltingly.

"Thank you, Anders." She said as she kissed him on the cheek. "That was very thoughtful. Here sit down. Would you like some wine?"

"Yes, please."

They sat there drinking wine and making small talk for quite a while until Anders became a little less uptight. Cathy did everything she could to make him feel more comfortable but he was very shy and not used to being with woman, especially beautiful woman dressed in skin tight lycra. When he began to calm down, she asked:

"Did you wear lycra, like I told you?"

"Oh, yes. I have on red tights and a black long sleeved leotard on under my street clothes. I always wear lycra under my regular clothes. I love the way it feels."

"I know what you mean, I even wear it to sleep. It feels so smooth and sensual on my body. Take off your other clothes in the other room. I want to see you in lycra, the way you belong."

Anders goes through the door she points out into what is obviously her bedroom. While he there taking off his street clothes he notices that her bed looks different. When he checks, he realizes that the sheets and pillow cases are made of nylon/lycra. Has he really meet someone who likes lycra as much as he does. He sneaks over to the dresser and opens one of the drawers, in it are dozens of lycra tights, leotards and unitards. He bends over and smells the special aroma of lycra mixed with her scent. He is intoxicated from too much lycra. He begins to pick up her garments so he can smell them better while he feels his cock start to harden, when she walks in.

"What are you doing?" she demands when she sees him in her dresser.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away. Your things are so lovely and smell so good."

"Well, you're going to have to be punished. You can't just go through my things without permission. Come with me."

She leads him back to the living room where she sits and directs him to lie across her lap. He sheepishly lays on her lap relishing the feeling of lycra against lycra. As soon as he is in place, she slaps his lycra covered behind with her bare hand hard. Whack, whack, whack.

"Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!!! Please Cathy. I'm sorry." He pleads.

"Shut up and take your punishment quietly or I'll gag you." She demands.

She continues the spanking counting the strokes until she reaches twenty-five. He stoically remains silent as he receives his punishment while tears run from his eyes. Amazingly he also notices his cock is getting harder and harder as she spanks his bottom. The spanking is humiliating and exciting all at the same time. His ass is on fire from the beating and fire is spreading to his crotch with each successive blow. Finally when she gets to twenty-five, he comes in his tights. When she tells him to stand, he is embarrassed because of the large stain in the crotch.

"I guess you enjoyed that as much as I did, you bad little boy. I'll have to find something else for you to wear now that you've spoiled your tights and leotard. I think I have the perfect thing for you to wear." She went off to get his next outfit, returning a few minutes later with a long sleeved bright pink unitard.

"I can't wear that. It's pink. Pink is for girls." He complained.

"You don't understand. You'll wear whatever I tell you do, whenever I tell you to. Now do you understand or do you need another spanking?" She demanded.

"No more spanking, please." He replied. "I'll do what you want."

"Take off your soiled things and put on this unitard."

"OK"

"No OK, you will use the proper respect when addressing me." She said indignantly. "You will answer 'Yes' or 'No, Mistress' whenever I ask you something. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." He said as he reached for the pretty pink unitard. He quickly undressed, wiping himself dry with the soiled garments. He put on the unitard enjoying the tightness of it as he pulled it on. Now he was covered in pink nylon/lycra completely except his feet, hands and head. His cock was responding to the sensual pressure of the lycra and was getting hard again.

"I can see you like wearing the unitard even if it is pink."

"Yes. Mistress."

"Now come here and lick my pussy."

"Yes, Mistress."

He promptly knelt before her and lowered his head between her lycra clad thighs. He started kissing and licking her though the tight covering. Soon she was panting with excitement as he centered on her swollen clitoris. The action of his tongue and the lycra sliding over her love button, quickly brought her to edge of ecstasy. She grabbed his head holding him tight against her crotch while he continued stimulating her. Shortly she was past the point of no return, squeezing his head with her lycra sheathed legs, she climaxed in a burst of pleasure.

"Enough" She cried as she pushed him away.

Their relationship changed that night for the better they both thought. He liked that he had found someone who shared his lycra fetish and he was really turned on by being submissive to a beautiful woman. She too enjoyed being able to share her passion for tight clothing. Also she like having a slave willing to do her bidding regardless of what she asked.

He thought fondly of that night as he walked through the mall to his car. He was embarrassed but loved every minute of being exposed before so many people. He kept thinking of what nasty and wonderful surprises his marvelous mistress would have for him tonight.