** DISCLAIMER **

This story contains material of a sexual nature and should not be read by minors, easily offended adults, or people who don't believe that spandex isn't just a fabric, but a way of life. It contains several roleplaying and bondage scenes and is not intended for children or anyone under the age of 18, so skip this post if you do not wish to read it.

Some elements of this story are based on fact, and the rest is fantasy. I will leave it to the reader to guess which is which, and let them use their own roleplaying and imagination from there.

If you enjoyed this story, send me a mail and let me know. I've got a few stories in mind like this, but don't know if that many other people enjoy hearing about my passion for superhero roleplay.

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I woke up groggily, and with a tug of my arms realized my hands were bound behind my back. So were my legs, with rope carefully but tautly bound over my boots. I had my yellow lycra mask on, and I was clad in my bright red spandex tights, along with my matching leotard and bright yellow cape and trunks. The sun was streaming into the windows as I looked across at the groggy superhero in the mirror, helplessly bound and trussed up in bed. The satin sheets were on the bed, and the feeling of my spandex on them was as slippery as an ice skating rink.

She came into the room, wearing her tight, slinky black leotard, high cut and tight over her breasts, going up behind her neck. She wore a pair of shiny black spandex tights that showed every curve on her body, that were even tighter than the ones I was wearing. I never did find out how she managed to find those, much the less get into them.

She looked down at me, helpless and groggy in bed, and smirked at me. In a haughty voice, she said, "So, Captain Spandex, do you surrender to the power of the Queen of Lycra?" "Never!", I managed to say with my scratchy morning throat, "The Mighty Hero, Captain Spandex, surrenders to no villaness!"

"Oh really", she said in that sultry voice that made me get an erection right there as she plopped down on the bed right over me, surveying my helpless body with her smirking eyes. She reached out with her elbow-length blackspandex gloves and started massaging my nipples under my shiny red leotards,slowly working down, and I knew where she was going, and unable to stop it. The erotic feeling of being a powerless hero, bound in his spandex costume, at the mercy of a villaness washed over me. "You'll never get away with this!", I cried as my breating became more shallow and quicker.

"You cannot escape your torment", she said with her best villaness' laugh. "And you know you cannot hold out much longer, Captain Spandex. Sooner or later I will defeat you in your spandex, and you shall be humiliated."

What a turn-on. She reached down and gently stroking my stomach and moving up and down started teasing me. She reached down at my thighs and gently ran her fingers over them, sending off ripples of spandex ecstasy in my body that I shuddered uncontrollably from. My cock bulged mightily under my tights and struggled to break free, and she hadn't even gotten to it yet.

"My, what an eager friend you have there, mighty hero", she said, smirking at my struggling cock under my taut, shiny red lycra. "No, please... I can't..", I gasped as she began to tease it mercilessly with the tips of her fingers. The feeling was uncontrollable as I felt the thrill of being the mighty heroic captive, tormented in my leotards. "You can't do this to me!", I pleaded in my tights as she relentlessly massaged my spandex-bound package. "What you don't know, superhero, is what my real power is", she said in a seductive, menacing voice. "All I have to do is get a superhero to cum in his spandex, and he'll be my mindless slave until I release him", she said.

"No! You can't do this to me! I'm Captain Spandex, champion and defender of spandex for all! I'll never be your mindless slave!", I cried, looking back at the haplessly trussed superhero in the mirror that was being massaged into submission. "You can't fight it, hero, so don't try to", she began, "Soon you'll be Captive Spandex, mindless slave in lycra!". Going in for the kill, she rubbed the palm of her spandex-clad glove back and forth over my little head as I cried out, the ecstasy overcoming me, as I shuddered in my bonds. The feeling seemed to last forever, and I wished it could only last longer. Finally I fell, exhausted, to the bed to lay limp for a little while.

"Now, tell me, who are you and why are you here?", she asked as I managed to catch my breath.

"I am your spandex slave, O Queen of Lycra, and I am here to serve you", I said, playing the mind-controlled superhero. "What is it that I should do to show my submission to you?", I asked.

"Start by worshipping my spandex-clad breasts", she said, untying my hands that were bound behind my back, only to pull my arms forward in front of me and clasp a pair of handcuffs onto my wrists. I reached out with my yellow lycra elbow-length gloves and started massaging her nipples, the lycra over my fingers resonating over the black lycra material of her leotard. The shiny black on shiny yellow fabric seemed to mesh into the grooves as she moaned in pleasure. "Harder, my heroic slave", she said, turning both of us on as I moved my hands up and down, kneading her breasts, the slick surfaces of the spandex sliding across like teflon on teflon.

She grabbed my hands and moved them downwards, towards her vagina. I could feel the wet feeling through her tights, leotards and through my spandex gloves, and knew she was feeling particularly tight and hot this morning. "Please my powerful clit, spandex slave!", she commanded, as I responded "I must obey". Reaching in with my fingers, I throbbed in and out as her body went rigid, her breath coming in short bursts as she moaned, throwing her head back. "It feels so good to defeat a hero and make him please me!", she cried out, almost reaching a pitched cry. "Especially one as powerful and mighty as Captain Spandex himself, helpless in his leotards before me!"

"Yes, mistress", I said, keeping up the mind-controlled hero act. "I must obey since you have defeated me in my tights."

"That was only the beginning, little superhero", she said mockingly as she caught her breath and bound my hands behind my back with the cuffs again. She turned me over on my stomach, my shiny lycra-clad butt pointing in the air as I looked at my hapless, trussed form in the mirror. She pulled down my yellow spandex trunks as if to spank me, and then pulled my leotards up hard, into a thong, as I gasped. "You are now released from my mind-control", she declared, "Because I want you to know exactly what's being done to you, mighty hero, and know that you cannot hope to escape my torture." With that she reached back under my leotards and pulled down my tights, exposing my asscrack, and reaching down to the top of my buttocks, inserted a finger and began to play.

"No! You've found my weakness!", I cried as I struggled, but her knees were firmly holding down my bound legs. "Every hero has one, Captain Spandex", she smirked, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. "No! You cannot do this to me, I'm a superhero!", I pleaded as she only continued without mercy. I thrashed back and forth, my lycra-clad cock moving up and down over the satin sheets on the bed, as I exploded with a cry of delight and slumped back down into the smooth satin sheets. It was a few minutes before I was able to come back down from that as she pulled my tights back up and put back my trunks (still leaving my leotard in a thong though).

I looked over the clock, and it was now 8:20. Damn! I'd have to change into normal clothes, go into work, and have to go through the whole day thinking of this, and wait until this evening before I could do this with her again. And what if she has to work late? This was incredible, especially since we both got to live out our fantasies in our little role-playing game, and I hated to stop, even though I had to.

"Wow, that was great, honey", I started to say. "Too bad I have to get to work today, I'd love to play the captured hero at your mercy all day!"

I didn't hear her get up, but I did hear the click of ankle cuffs over my boots as she pulled the draw cable tight, hog-tying me as my hands met my ankles. "What's going on?", I demanded as she stood over me, smirking. She was holding the cordless phone in one hand, a lycra sack in the other. "Hello? Mr. Morris? Paul isn't going to be able to make it in today", she said in her businesslike voice. "He's going to be a bit tied up", she smirked at me as I could hear the cordless beep off and the lycra sack unzip over my bound form.

"You'll never get away with this, you diabolical villaness!", I cried in my mighty hero voice.

"Just watch me", she said with her favorite evil laugh.