I Dominated Her That Night in My Black Latex Dress

I arrived at the hotel on a Thursday afternoon with two suitcases of latex and a very specific intention. I checked in, went up to the top floor, and hung up the clothes slowly, with the patience of someone who knows the price of every garment. When I had finished arranging everything, I got under the shower, dried my hair, and chose a strapless black dress to wear down to the bar, shiny and clinging to my body like a second skin.

The bar was practically empty. A pianist was playing something slow in a corner, and behind the counter a young man was drying glasses, making no effort to hide the way he looked at me when I approached. On a small sofa beside a floor lamp sat a woman alone. A tight ivory-colored dress, crossed legs, a glass of white wine between her fingers, and an expression that didn't distinguish between boredom and curiosity. I looked at her once and knew I was going to spend the night with her.

—Is this seat taken? —I asked, pointing to the place beside her.

—All yours —she said, making room for me with a smile that barely moved her mouth.

My name is Renata. Her name was Camila, and she had come from Rosario for a conference she didn't care much about. While she talked, I was able to take my time looking at her. Very white skin, a wide mouth, a long neck. She didn't seem submissive, but none of them do at first. Submission isn't visible; it has to be awakened.

The conversation fell where I wanted it to after two minutes. Camila was looking at my dress without really listening to what I was telling her about a painting hanging on the wall.

—How the hell do you get into that? —she finally blurted, her glass halfway to her mouth.

—Thank you —I replied—. I'm glad you like it.

I ran my hands down my sides so she would follow the gesture with her eyes. The latex made a very faint sound beneath my palms.

—It's made to measure —I explained—. They take all your measurements and fit it to your body. When you finally put it on, everything you disliked about yourself disappears. All that's left is a shiny surface that forgives nothing.

I took one of her hands without asking permission, opened it, and placed it on my stomach. Camila didn't pull it away. I left it there for a few seconds, feeling the warmth of her fingers seep through the material. When I finally released her hand, two damp prints remained against the shiny black, just below my navel.

—See? —I told her softly—. Don't tell me those nipples of yours have hardened because it's hot in the bar.

I looked at her breasts. Her nipples showed beneath the ivory dress like two sharp points. She crossed her arms instinctively, and her cheeks turned the color of the wine in her hand.

—Do you have… something I could try on? —she asked, her voice barely trembling.

I smiled. This was going to be much easier than I'd imagined.

—Come upstairs with me —I said—. I have things much more interesting than this dress.

***

As soon as I closed the bedroom door, I opened the wardrobe. The collection was arranged by color: black, red, white, blue. I chose a long-sleeved black bodysuit with a back zipper and two circular openings at breast level.

—Undress —I told her, the bodysuit folded over my arm—. I'm going to dust your whole body with talc. This material doesn't forgive haste.

Camila obeyed without arguing. She pulled the dress over her head, left her panties on the floor, and stood in the middle of the room with her arms pressed against her thighs, looking at me as if she were waiting for instructions. Medium-sized breasts, very white, with her pubic hair trimmed into a narrow strip. I dusted her with talc, ran my hands over her back, shoulders, and buttocks, smoothing the powder. I felt her skin prickle.

I opened the bodysuit and held the front open so she could put her legs in. When I reached her back, I pulled the zipper up two centimeters at a time, pinching the edges inward so it would fit snugly. The material clung to her like borrowed skin. When I finished, her nipples pushed through the two breast openings until they were held tight by the shiny edges, swollen and pinker than before.

I opened the wardrobe door where the large mirror was. Camila gasped when she saw herself. She turned, stood in profile, and ran her hands over her thighs.

—Bend over —I told her—. Spread your knees and look at yourself from there.

She did it. There was a long slit in the crotch of the bodysuit, and her lips peeked through it, already wet and swollen without my having touched her. She brought her fingers down there, felt around, and found the opening like someone discovering a secret.

—This is wrong —she whispered, without taking her eyes off the mirror.

I came up behind her and bit her neck.

—It's perfectly right —I told her in her ear—. And you know it.

I turned her around, kissed her on the mouth before giving her time to react, bit her lower lip, and squeezed one nipple between two fingers. Camila let out a soft moan against my tongue and dug her nails into my shoulders through the latex.

—Help me with this —I said, turning my back so she could unzip my dress.

I took off the dress, put on a short blue latex robe without tying the belt, and led her to the bed. The sheets were black and shiny, made of the same material we were wearing. I sat her on the edge and opened her legs with my hands.

—Lie down —I asked.

She let herself fall onto her back. I kissed her mouth, then her jaw, then her neck. I ran my tongue along the line of the bodysuit until I reached her breasts. I took one nipple completely into my mouth and sucked it slowly, circling the tip of my tongue around the areola. I pinched the other one, pulling upward until her breast formed a cone. Camila moaned with her mouth open, without closing her eyes. She loved that little bit of pain and didn't even know it.

I moved down her stomach. I licked her navel with the tip of my tongue, bit her hip, and when I reached the slit in the bodysuit, I pushed my tongue inside without warning. She was soaked. I parted her lips with two fingers and sucked her clitoris until it swelled inside my mouth. I pushed two fingers all the way inside her and curled them, searching for her spot within, while I kept sucking her.

—Renata, fuck —she moaned—. Renata, don't stop.

I didn't stop. I pushed in a third finger, opening her a little farther, fucking her with my hand harder and harder without stopping licking her clitoris. She began moving against my face, lifting her hips to impale herself more deeply on me, asking for more with her hands buried in my hair. When I felt her thighs and stomach tense, I withdrew my fingers and covered her pussy completely with my open mouth. She came with a hoarse cry, pressing herself against me, wetting my chin and neck. I swallowed everything I could and slowly licked her clitoris, prolonging her orgasm a little longer, until she began pulling away from the excess.

I moved up her body. I kissed her on the mouth so she could taste herself. Camila turned her face away for a second, hesitating, then parted her lips and returned my kiss with her tongue.

—I've never done this with a woman before —she whispered, her voice broken.

—I know —I said—. That's why you're here.

***

I let her rest for a while, lying on her back and still panting. I got up to order room service, and while I waited I gathered what I needed. Long latex gloves reaching to the shoulder. Black stockings. An open hood that left her eyes and mouth free. A rigid rubber collar with a silver R in the center. A firm cushion.

When she returned from the bathroom, I dressed her myself. I put the stockings on her slowly, sliding them from her ankles to halfway up her thighs. I fitted the gloves onto her and pulled them up to her armpits, pressing the edges so they wouldn't move. I fitted the hood over her head, settled her mouth into the opening, and fastened the collar around her neck. Camila let me do it without looking at me.

I lifted her chin with one finger.

—Tonight you don't speak unless I ask you a question —I told her—. And you call me Renata if I let you speak. Nothing like ma'am, nothing like mistress yet. We'll see about that tomorrow. Is that clear?

She nodded.

—To bed.

She lay on her back with her arms spread. I ran my gloved hand over all her exposed skin: her stomach, breasts, and the insides of her thighs. Rubber against rubber made a low, sticky sound that neither of us had ever heard like that before. I put two fingers in her mouth and she sucked them as if she'd been waiting weeks for it. I pulled them out wet and lowered my hand. I covered her sex with my open palm and squeezed hard. A moan escaped her and tore through her chest.

I lifted her hips and slid the cushion beneath her back so her ass would be raised. I spread her legs as far as they would go. First I licked her lips slowly, gathering the juices that had begun running down her again. Then I pushed my whole tongue inside her and searched for her clitoris with the tip. Camila arched her back, gripping the latex sheets with her shiny gloves.

I put two fingers in her pussy and another in her mouth to keep her occupied. I fucked her hard with my hand, giving her clitoris my tongue at the same time. When I felt her nearing the edge, I lubricated my little finger with her wetness and brought it down toward her other hole. I rubbed it gently around her anus and she tensed at the first contact, but when I returned my tongue to her clitoris she relaxed all at once. I took advantage of it to push my finger in to the first knuckle. Camila jerked her hips up in surprise, but my finger followed her, and when she lowered herself again it was inside her to the knuckle.

She came screaming, my little finger in her ass, two fingers inside her pussy, my mouth sucking her clitoris, and her whole body trembling beneath the latex. Her thick release gushed again, ran down my hand, soaked the cushion, and drenched the sheet. I held her like that until she went limp, breathing unevenly, her eyes closed and her shiny gloves pressed against her temples.

I carefully withdrew my fingers and removed the cushion. I lay down beside her and draped an arm over her. The silver R on the collar gleamed in the hollow of her neck, rising and falling with her breathing.

—Tomorrow we'll make things official about how this is going to work —I told her, kissing her rubber-covered shoulder—. You're going to move into my room for the two weeks of the conference. After that, we'll see if you stay with me.

Camila found my hand and pressed it against her breast. She didn't answer with words, only with her breathing. We fell asleep pressed against the latex and each other, breathing in the warm smell of the material and come, with the hotel bar and ordinary life several floors below.