It was a long journey through the time-space continuum from this planet to get to wherever we were, but when we emerged from the inter-dimensional spheres, we were standing on opposite sides of a large oval swimming pool under an exotic sky. The pool had a marble patio all around and appeared to be part of an ancient but well-maintained compound. Whose? I briefly watched the warm breezes blow through the tall dill trees further to the left from the direction of a vast sea nearby and then looked at you. That one-piece shiny swimsuit you were wearing made me feel aroused, and the sly expression on your face indicated your brazen desires. Could it be my snug, floral latex swim cap and goggles that made you make the first move?
You gracefully dove into the turquoise-blue refreshing water and swam underwater toward me. I, in turn, just jumped off my edge of the pool and was immersed in the cool soothing medium also. From a few feet beneath the shimmering surface, I watched you stroke ever closer, like a lovely naiad, toward me. The light of two suns above and another close to the southwest horizon was more than enough to reveal your exquisite physical details. I simply gazed in awe and admiration. My love muscle throbbed as I saw you expel shiny bubbles from your pursed lips with each effort.
Soon, you were hovering weightless before me, angelic in all of your beautiful splendor. You stretched, drew your long fingers through your silky light hair that swirled about your head and blew me a cute bubbly kiss. Perfect! That and your squinting friendly smile motivated me to act. I pulled your buoyant form deeper gently and embraced it in my yearning arms so very snug. Did you like the way I made you feel then, sweetie?
Being an older love-starved male, I couldn't stop with only a loving hug. Oh, no! I also rubbed my sensitive red nose slowly up your neck and softly stroked your left ear with my warm, slippery probing tongue. Nnnnngh! You liked that because I felt your protruding nipples through that smooth sexy swimsuit and brought my mouth to yours. So purely enjoyable! My legs jerked reflexively when your arms held me. I craved this so much, dear. Lust or just "rapture of the deep?"
I easily turned you about and massaged your pretty face with my stimulating bubbles. "Oh, Brandy," I fervently thought. "More!" It's like this place was made for us, but why? Anyway, I resumed to kiss your tender cheeks and lips again and again, and you returned the favor in your seducing feminine way, until the heat of your passion fogged my goggles some. Amazing! No wonder you didn't wear any, but I still think you'd look as lovely wearing a pair. In the midst of another tight embrace, I looked over your shoulder and vaguely saw a dark circle in the wall at one side of the pool, and then another to the opposite side. One-way windows? Are we being watched?
I held your hands, Brandy, and we kicked to the quiet surface together, trailing more bubbles. You sure turned me on. However, an inevitable surprising truth confirmed my suspicion after we broke the surface. We were being observed!
Four tall, tersely-clad amazons peered down at us, frowning, and they pulled us out of the water when we got to the edge of the spacious pool. We were separated, and I was told that we and another violated their space and domicile and had to be punished after I removed my cap and goggles. I apologized to them for that and told them not to hurt you, but they said that neither of us was in any position to give them orders here. Two of them held you firm and said that a "suitable torture" was due. Coincidentally, the two strong women that held you secure were long-haired blondes, and all wore colorful ostentatious tiaras and corset-like outfits.
The two brunette amazons had me remove me latex & part-lycra swimsuit, and you could see and understand why a male's swimsuit is called "trunks." I was considerably erect. However, I was promptly instructed to put a baggy plastic (baby?) brief given me on and afterward had a skintight rubbery mask stretched over my head. Then, my wrists were restrained behind my back. "What next," I thought, "a collar?" Sure enough, one was applied, and I felt so vulnerable and submissive. I could see you some through the eyelets, but I couldn't talk! I could barely mutter your name in concern.
You were next to be "prepared." While one of the strong amazons, named Andromeda, held you by the arms from behind, the other stately blonde, Serena, squeezed a large plastic bottle a short distance in front of you. Its gray, semi-clear contents splashed onto the marble floor and quickly flowed ahead as if alive. Your eyes widened in surprise as the gel-like material covered your beautiful feet and moved up your legs to enclose your shapely body. The blonde released your arms when they were bound by the strange substance, and you cried out my name like an innocent bleating lamb, until it enveloped your torso and head respectively. With you completely encased, the gel became a more binding rubbery skin over all your voluptuous body next. How weirdly erotic! You uttered my name again, but now in a greatly-muffled, distorted voice, and moaned (in pleasure?).
I shook my head and emitted a sound of concern through the mask, but one of the brunettes explained that you were sealed in a "techno-organic" sheath which was still possible to breath through but not escape from. A hell of a sensual snug body wrap, Brandy. Kinky too! Believe me, the sound of your laborious, deep breathing through it excited me more. The exotic, tight glossy skin shimmered as well when you twisted and tried in vain to stretch your arms and hands through it, while moaning again. That's when I heard a short hissing sound behind me and felt my baggy briefs fill with a frothy foam. As it hardened over just the next few seconds, my "pride and joy" organ and balls became flaccid and shrank -- more trapped, numb, until I couldn't feel them! Complete suppression. "Chastity foam," the brunette (Tia) said, while holding up a white spray can.
The dark-haired female in front of me swiftly held the sides of my face then. Being male and weakened much in any ability to resist by now, I moaned like a primal animal, and with much effort said, "Bran-dy! Please -- "
The nearby dominant woman swatted my coated cheek and attached a leash to my collar. Jealousy? As I was led away, I was told that you would further be stored in a glass cage later, for appropriate display, and your synthetic confinement twitched and stretched outward some to subsequently contain your efforts again, attached to the patio to further prevent mobility. My thoughts screamed out to you, Brandy, but you have to help me. Get us out of this bizarre situation! Please?
Shortly, I was placed in a room inside the multi-level sheltered compound. When a light was turned on, like I was, I could see your missing friend, Gail. She is suspended from the ceiling within a large, clear, and very strong plastic bag and further contained in the irresistably sensual grip of shiny clingfilm. Certainly nothing for her to get dusty within or stretch free of! She was wearing a white part-mesh teddy within the membranous cocoon and "those kind" of sexy stockings, but her hair is enclosed in a pink satiny bonnet with her vision kept impaired by large thick-lensed glasses applied by our captors. Nevertheless, her large magnified eyes peered down at me to express some kind of basic need. For what, Brandy? To be freed or for carnal stimulation? Or does she just enjoy the constant mesmerizing hold of the plastic encasement? I'll never know unless you tell me. Waiting . . . .
J.J.B. / NW - May, 1998.