There was a constant cherry red beacon in the back of my mind every time I went window shopping for new kink/BDSM gear online. Images of shiny, tiny models clad in a second skin.
I’d done minimal research, read the blogs. Everything I consumed on the subject suggested I start with something simple. A skirt, gloves, bra top. The piece of my dreams wasn’t that. It was a cherry red, sleeveless bodysuit with a turtleneck.
After two years of wistful window shopping and nail biting over measurements, I finally laid my hands on a pile of powdery latex.
Yes, powdery. Not shiny, sleek, or reflective that day. When you try it on in the store you get powder rather than gloss. So there I was, covered in baby powder, standing under the harsh lighting of the dressing room. My sub eagerly waited to see what we came for. The staff of the shop hovered, knowing they would be making a big sale that day.
The first piece I tried on was black, I was too nervous to start with the red since they only had it in smaller sizes. With enough powder to make me sneeze, I slipped the latex up…
It caught on my fucking thighs.
I completely froze, remembering what the clerks had told me. Latex is extremely fragile. Do. Not. Pull. Frantically, I added more powder, landing some of it on my personal belongings. I held my breath and tried again. Nothing. Fuck. I stood there for what felt like an eternity, before a store clerk checked up on me. The advice they gave was to simply stand with my legs further apart for more stretch. Thank the latex gods, it slid right up! I gave my little bitch the privilege of zipping me up before peering in the mirror. It wasn’t perfect. I was unsatisfied with the ripples in the chest and back. It also wasn’t the firetruck red I had been picturing. Noticing my disappointment, the store clerk and my sub encouraged me to try on the smaller size in red. I mentally braced myself, not wanting to get my hopes up. Much to my surprise, this one went on easier than the first. I still could not believe my luck, I asked to be zipped up. I turned towards the mirror, this was the moment I had been waiting two years for. The fit was perfect, like a second rubbery skin had been pasted to my body. Hugging every inch and curve. But everything else in the scene was less than sensual. My latex was powdery, I was sweaty and standing in my socks. The lighting in that dressing room was certainly not a photo set. Hardly picturesque after two years of waiting.
Despite the less than picturesque moment I had in my head, that day I became the owner of my very first latex bodysuit.
I finally have the latex piece of my dreams, now to wait a little longer to feel shiny and sexy in it. (stay tuned for the results)