The Vagaries of Vaginal Imperatives

The Vagaries of Vaginal Imperatives

He was beautiful. He was lean and boyishly muscled with smooth skin. He arrived at the agreed-upon time in nondescript jeans and a T-shirt. He brought a large box with him that contained the shoes which completed the outfit underneath from the neighbors, and presumably whatever other supplies he would need during his stay. They had been talking online for months and had been on the verge of meeting for coffee in person to discuss expectations, limits, and logistics in preparation to begin playing with each other when the worldwide pandemic had hit, and everyone was obliged to shelter in place. After a couple more weeks of chatting, they agreed that he could stay at her house for the required two weeks, and if either got sick, one would take care of the other.

Now he was finally here, stripping slowly for her pleasure in her bedroom. Underneath his street clothes, they were both dressed in black, she largely in latex and he mostly in patent leather. She watched, smirking as he stripped off his outside clothes to reveal long legs and a tight racerback T-shirt pinned down under a shiny patent leather corset. Under this, he wore a simple black Speedo. She was rather pleased she wouldn’t have to fiddle with garters tonight. The chunky heel boots with which he replaced the nondescript sneakers completed the look. For cosmetics, he wore only black eyeliner and clear lip gloss. Somehow the feminine attire served only to emphasize the intersection between his masculinity and androgyny rather than to feminize him, and she loved the effect it had on her. The smile in her eyes was visible through her mask. She knew; she had practiced during solo-play.

She was dressed from neck to toe in a black latex bodysuit, stiletto boots, and a spike-covered gas mask - which contained a real N95 mask. Her hair was concealed beneath a black rubber swimmer’s cap. Over her bodysuit, she wore a leather strap-on harness with a thick dildo that jutted from her hips and gave him a massive anticipatory erection. Thick elbow-length rubber gloves completed the look.

She indicated the bed with an elegant gesture, and he obediently climbed onto it and lay on his back for her. She expertly tied him down with deep burgundy hemp ropes, and his breath began to come faster. The room was just so, with white and scarlet accents everywhere and cherry wood furniture, and the two of them were both so beautiful. It promised to be a beautiful night. She took a deep breath and forced herself to keep her composure and preserve her arousal until later.

He watched her as she climbed up onto the bed and straddled him, and then sighed in contentment as she settled her weight upon him. She was so perfect. She pressed her masked forehead to his bare one affectionately as she placed her hands on his shoulders, and then she began to slide her gloved hands over his torso, up and down his chest, then over his hips. He shivered and gasped as he watched.

She grinned as she slid her fingers up and down his legs, and inside of his vulnerable thighs. She reached underneath him and squeezed his ass, and then his cock, watching him moan softly.

Finally, she sighed happily and began unlacing the first boot. Of course, this necessitated untying his legs and then retying him, but she wanted him completely naked for what she planned to do to him tonight. There would be plenty of time for him to leave his boots on in the two weeks ahead of them. She also took the opportunity to slowly pull his thong down and off, revealing a clean-shaven, well-endowed cock and a wonderfully perky ass that she had all manner of plans for.

When she slid back up his body, he leaned up and tried to kiss her mask as she reached under him and began unlacing his corset. She considered blindfolding him already, but she liked being able to see his beautiful eyes.

“Did you bring your mask for when we go for a grocery run tomorrow?” she asked playfully to distract him. Making aroused men think was incredibly fun to watch for her.

“What? Uh, no.”

She blinked, then sighed internally. Oh well. She supposed he could stay home and she would make him work extra hard with the unpacking and putting away. She shook her head, dismissing her thoughts, and he smiled, already sinking back into a new submissive stupor.

She finished unlacing the corset and pulled it off, unwrapping her present to herself. She pulled his tight racerback t-shirt up over his head but just let it hang there on his arms, which didn’t bother either of them.

She made herself more comfortable on top of him, and began caressing and grinding against him with her body, sliding her dildo along his cock as if frotting with him. He began to moan and whimper loudly now, and she grinned down at him and chuckled, enjoying every moment, every sound of it. As she squeezed his ass and teased his pucker with the tip of her finger just as she had promised/threatened she would in their extensive e-mails, she looked forward to kissing him after she was relatively certain that neither of them was sick.

“I’m glad we connected,” she told him through the mask, making certain to speak clearly and raise her voice just a bit so he could hear her, while trying to preserve the sexiness in her tone. He could only nod, dazed. He was completely under her power, and she couldn’t wait to fuck him in every way imaginable. Her tight bodysuit was almost painful against her engorged labia. He nodded lazily again through his aroused haze. “I was a little surprised you didn’t bring a bit more protective gear with you,” she murmured as she pinched his nipples, making him hiss with pleasure.

“What? Well, it really wasn’t necessary,” he replied dismissively.

“Well, thanks, I mean, I know my home is well disinfected, but it would have been smart to be more cautious anyway,” she replied. “Especially since we’re going to shelter in place together for two weeks,” she added.

“What? Oh, I thought that was a joke. I was thinking more like a nice weekend together,” he murmured, wishing she would shut up about that fake news and stroke his cock harder. “Besides, all this virus paranoia is just bullshit, anyways,” he announced in the confident tone of many a man who has no idea of which he speaks.

She knelt up abruptly and stared down at him, shocked. “What do you mean?” she asked, trying to make certain she was understanding him correctly.

“This corona bullshit. It’s all fake news perpetuated by sheeple who believe everything put out by the mass media, who are just hell-bent on scaring us into spending more money on them. All of this will blow over, and everyone will be just fine, you’ll see.

Her smoldering arousal died as though a hundred Fox News anchormen had pissed on it all at once. She could actually feel her labia deflate as the blood drained from her nether lips, and it felt to her as though the lips of her vulva slammed shut like the stone doors of some dusty, ancient mausoleum.

She sighed very, very heavily and thought for a few moments. “I’ll be right back, my dear,” she murmured and climbed down off of him. She picked up his discarded clothing and dumped all of it in his box, and set that next to the front door.

She returned to the bedroom and began regretfully untying him, starting with his feet. She was already on the last rope when he at last came out of his daze and looked at her quizzically. She freed his left wrist and pulled his shirt off the rest of the way.

“Wh-what’s going on?” he asked. He sounded half drunk, and she wondered if he had driven over here stoned on top of everything else.

“Hm? Oh, slight change of plans,” she said with a shrug just as dismissive as his had been, as she helped him stand. “Come this way, my dear,” she added.

“Yes, Mistress,” he murmured solicitously as she led him into the immaculate living room, smiling into her eyes, walking a little unsteadily. She plucked his car keys out of the bowl as they walked past the hall table and over to the front door. He didn’t notice. She watched as he turned slightly towards her coat closet, as if he expected her to show him something in it.

She suddenly yanked the front door wide open onto a sunny, glorious spring day and shoved him out of her house, and his box behind him. She quickly tossed his car keys up in a high arc, and they landed neatly next to the driver’s side door without bouncing on the pavement or sliding underneath the car. Even she was a little bit startled by how bright it still was outside. She slammed the door shut before he could react and locked it with finality.

Her would-have-been lover shrieked and dove for his keys while trying desperately to cover his genitals. He was very lucky that there was no one around to see because her neighbors were prudently indoors.

She pressed her back to her door and slid down, put her hands in her face, and laughed hysterically. She could hear him shouting angrily, but he didn’t bother with pounding on her door; after a moment, she heard his car door slam shut, and he continued to shout at her, naked, from inside of it. Eventually she heard the engine start and he drove away, and she allowed herself a sigh of relief as she stood. Despite all of the protection she wore, she suddenly needed a shower.

After a couple of minutes of thought, she stripped the comforter off of the bed and tossed it straight into the washing machine. Who knew what other pests he might have brought into her house? Her outfit was entirely waterproof, so she felt confident completely scrubbing the outside of it all down before she stripped herself and took one of the longest, hottest showers of her life. She was filled with regret. One of these days she was going to learn not to be taken in by a pretty face and would get to know a man better before welcoming him into her home.

She carefully hung up her gear to dry on a specially made rack, and then moved the wet laundry to the dryer. She chided herself repeatedly as she put a fresh comforter on the bed, but cheered herself up when she realized that at least now, she didn’t have to share her ice cream with anyone. She was going to have a very long two weeks to think about her poor choices.