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When Sven asks Claudia on a Friday evening if she wants to open the mysterious package he received in the mail, she replies that she is curious - but only under one condition: Sven should take the other letters out of her mailbox and put them in Leave alone. He reluctantly agreed, although he was disappointed not to be able to see what treasures were inside.
As soon as he had slit the page and tore open over 20 kilos of sweet-smelling latex paper, Claudia noticed an English delivery note - but it was of little interest to her compared to what awaited her underneath!
A gas mask and two pairs of vibrating dancing panties were suddenly in her hands. The mask had a welded latex hood, a hair guard, a large viewing window and an attached mouth gag.
The design of the panties was familiar to her, but they contained additional features; small switches operated the bellows and there was a three centimeter long catheter nozzle on the front. Their hiding place offered both practical protection and fun surprises!
The combination of latex bodysuit, tights and sweater immediately aroused her interest - a beautiful mix of materials that seemed to emphasize her shapely figure. She also discovered an incredibly light but sturdy catsuit made of thin latex material and two heavier catsuits lined with thicker rubber that were completed with zippers and hoods.
It was amazing what else could be found in this box full of surprises: three metal objects in the shape of dildos, each of which was heavy and had electrical contact points for plausible plug connections. With the subliminally desperate exclamation "Out of stock!" She carefully cleared the mysterious objects out of sight.
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Claudia excitedly unpacked her purchases - a huge rubber blanket, a double-walled XL latex suit and finally a two-meter-long, air-filled sleeping bag. Her heart pounded as she thought of the tempting prospect of Sven locking her in one of these objects. Every time she opened the package, the excitement grew at the new tempting possibilities that lay before her!
Claudia knew it was smart to choose black latex and not the clear stuff. If only she were here now to enjoy her pampering moment - a luxurious shower, followed by nail care and plenty of silicone oil.
Concentrating, Claudia slipped into the tight-fitting suit, which only had a few openings at the neck and between her legs so that she could move! If she applied enough force she could penetrate through the collar, but unfortunately she couldn't keep this trick up for long... No matter. She remained persistent and determined: "Trying is wise!"
She laboriously forced her body into the latex suit. Her breath hitched with the effort as she pushed and massaged each piece of rubber over her body until it hugged every curve perfectly, even slitting slightly at the waistband over her stomach. She then carefully pulled the anatomical stockings on at both heels before pushing her long arms through an opening at the back of her neck, only to find them strained by the constriction at the sides.
Determined, she applied a generous amount of silicone oil to her limbs, and after some back and forth, the sleeves of the second skin finally fit as if they had been custom-made for her!
Claudia never thought she would be so fascinated by a catsuit. She watched in admiration as her arms slipped effortlessly into the tight latex sleeves and the precise finger movements moved over her without blisters. Even the high collar, which first nestled threateningly at Claudia's waist and then against her chest, finally nestled against her neck with gentle pressure - as if it had always belonged there.
With complementary breasts and no air bubbles or wrinkles appearing on either side of the torso. Claudia thought of an old story about a girl who covered herself in layers of latex until she finally found the perfect hooded piece.
Claudia stared in amazement at the two rubber balls hanging between her legs, the tension of which was already becoming unbearable. It was a sight that she would never have imagined possible - even if the other parts of the mysterious package had fascinated her for weeks.
With a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, Claudia flipped the switch on the strangely constructed device. She hadn't expected them to spring into action by chance - and yet she was delighted by the unexpected surprise as if it had been planned from the start.
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As a test, Claudia pressed the rubber ball again and filled it with air. With a moan of pleasure she gave in to her climax until - POP! - suddenly everything was over; the bellows in one hand, but the relentless pressure in her stomach still alive. After some fiddling around with the plug.
Soon Claudia discovered only two small holes between her legs where the bells belonged and an illusory on/off switch for what could only be described as a "vibrator". Knowing there was no escape, she waddled desperately toward the piles of latex dresses waiting for her.
She looked at her glory in the mirror and tenderly lubricated every inch of her body. The black latex shimmered subtly and revealed a tempting cleavage with pronounced atria, while the gloves covered each wrist like a second skin. After slipping into a seductive rubber sweater, she slipped on a pair of ebony tights that effortlessly hugged her beguiling curves as if they had been made especially for her by a divine master - legs that felt wonderfully flexible despite being fully covered.
She stared admiringly into the glass reflection, whose shiny surface was illuminated by several lamps. Except for a tiny detail that revealed a hint of human nature, the face hidden beneath this peculiar ensemble disappeared from view.
Claudia faced the challenge of squeezing her curvaceous body into a five-pound latex catsuit with great trepidation. The thick layers glistened in the light as she meticulously creamed every contour of her body, making sure no hair would get caught in the tightly wrapped zipper.
Despite its enormous size and uncompromising restriction of movement, Claudia was determined to conquer this instrument of mastery - and so began a woman's journey to freedom from convention. With every effort Claudia used to close the rubber suit, she felt more secure within the limits it placed on her.
The shackles - tied arms and a head covering that prevented any movement - made even getting dressed almost impossible. With some perseverance and contortions, Claudia managed to pull the zipper up between her legs, but when it only reached the crease of her buttocks, she ended up in a dead end!
Only with great effort and maximum exhalation could she work her way up little by little until she was finally able to submit completely. But today wasn't about being restricted, it was about liberating yourself: unleashing yourself from within without having to open a single zipper or string.
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Satisfied, Claudia tried on the new gas mask and found that although it fit well, it wasn't effective enough for her taste because it didn't fog up. She made changes by shrinking the inhalation opening with a plastic disk until only five millimeters remained open. Although the breathing valve made a noticeable whistle as she exhaled, it was more than adequate in previous attempts - it accurately met all of her breathing needs.
Next, Claudia looked at the bag and was impressed by its stability and capacity - which gave her the idea of filling this space with an electric pump, usually used to inflate sleeping bags or car tires! With a touch of creativity, Claudia made an ingenious solution out of items lying around. She took out the device and connected pressure regulators so that all the important components were there: Only one part was missing - how do you turn off the pump at the end?
She remembered her aquarium switch and connected it to the still empty interior of the airbag with an extension cord before putting on a gas mask for protection. Taking deep breaths through the hissing tube attached to the outside, Claudia sealed herself inside as time ticked away until she could be released into freedom five minutes later.
As Claudia lay on her back, tension slowly built up around her. At first it was difficult for her to move her arms, and with each breath the air became heavier until she was finally able to exhale more easily. She had waited twenty minutes since she found a rubber balloon hanging from a gas mask - there was no sound of the pump yet, but it felt dangerous.
Now, after all this time of waiting, Claudia felt something change within her. Breathing wasn't easy for her, but it was bearable - a sign that perhaps there was light at the end of the long-awaited tunnel. The sweat was dripping from her forehead and Claudia was afraid because the pressure in the bag was becoming more and more difficult to bear.
She noticed that twenty minutes had passed since she had taken off, but there was no sound from outside, not even a pump with power, let alone one without power, both necessary requirements for extrication. With horror filling every corner of her being, Claudia was confronted with reality: It wasn't happening fast enough - she was trapped!
With every breath Claudia felt her chest tightening and her breath getting less and less. She was fighting against an invisible force that seemed determined to rob her of her last remaining strength. But even in this desperate situation, determination kept giving way to moments of restful dozing, filled with a strong cocktail of fear, excitement and lack of oxygen, until one final feeling set in: panic. It was as if she was making a mockery of her efforts to survive, contracting more and more with each life-giving breath.
Slowly but surely she robbed Claudia of what she had left after the first onslaught: hope! Claudia struggled in vain against her bonds, feeling the heat of anger rising within her. Although she had done everything she could to prepare for Sven's return, he was nowhere to be seen, and his teasing only reminded her that she was alone in captivity.
Unable to put into words her frustration and displeasure at Sven's absence, Claudia growled instead - but that too seemed inadequately conveyed by the gag covering her mouth. Without caring about Claudia's situation or her feelings, Sven continued and gave her what seemed like the ultimate ultimatum: "Take off those pumps if you want to get yourself out of your predicament - decide by tomorrow morning whether that means dismissal or dismissal Release leads!"
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When Claudia felt a fist of excitement in her abdomen, she gave herself completely to the moment. Her moans grew louder and longer until finally silence fell within her, an almost deafening silence as the pressure from within lessened.
Then Sven reached out in front of him and unzipped the zipper that had held Claudia back for so long - finally revealing something remarkable about himself that he had kept hidden deep beneath the surface.
Sven suddenly jumped into action, tied Claudia's wrists and quickly pulled a black bag over her head. He then stood her up and opened the thick sauna bag she was in before tying her up and teasingly playing with her breasts and crotch.
While Claudia hung helplessly in the restraints that Sven had placed around both arms, she felt him spreading both legs at once and fixing them firmly to a spreader bar between them.
A moment later there was silence, which was only broken when Sven reappeared and announced that it was time to take off his clothes, but since "teasing" would quickly take your breath away if you did - no games this round!
She knew his words weren't voluntary, but she felt exhausted from everything she'd experienced so far; a weary nod without delay seemed to be Claudia's best option.
Claudia bowed to Sven's demands and allowed him to take off her gas mask and latex suit. Exhausted by the restrictive clothing, he unquestioningly released her bonds, and Claudia felt free for a moment before feeling defeated again as his remote activated another set of bonds, constricting her again.
She defiantly gave him an ultimatum: “What if I scream?” His unwavering answer, calm yet powerful, was enough to silence any further rebellion: "Try it!"
He followed this warning with an unexpected act of tenderness - he playfully pinched Claudia's bottom - which in return provoked laughter rather than horror. With a final giggle from both parties, their captor sealed everything but muffled screams with gas masks and gags.
With her head bowed, Claudia submitted to Sven's cruel pressure. Again he had placed the oppressive black bag over her head and attached a breathing tube to hold her in place while he covered her body with heavy rubber - an all-too-effective trap that left no room for foolish dreams or attempts at escape.
Inescapably caught in his powerful grip, she seemed to be able to do nothing but struggle, one arm or leg at a time, until freedom came knocking on the prison walls again... or could she? Despite her efforts to resist, Claudia felt a persistent tingling sensation as Sven tenderly caressed the contours of her rubberized body. As he tugged at her hood with both hands, lifting it up effortlessly, she had resigned herself to the fact that once again she couldn't tease him or express her fiery temper. Now that his hands were free and making their way over her chest and stomach in an intimate exploration that evoked sensations beyond mere physical comfort - just as they had at the start of their journey - all questions were why forgotten for these awkward movements.
Claudia was taken aback when Sven suddenly took off her gas mask, removed the gag and ordered her to pee. Unsure of what was to come next, Claudia was relieved when she realized she wouldn't be making him dirty, only herself. With an unhappy expression on his face, he handed her a protective bag before dumping the contents without further explanation.
Despite her initial nervousness, this new ordeal surprisingly went much more smoothly than expected, as the small tube inside barely played a role and didn't complicate things.
With a newfound anger, Claudia hated Sven and wanted to shoot him to the moon with an express ticket. But it turned out that her anger gave way to mild affection shortly after he said the life-changing words: "You have a place now!" That simple sentence gave their relationship a new direction, as his examination of her abdomen felt like an affirmation from above worked.
As if guided by fate, Sven pulled the bag from Claudia's head, knowing full well that she always had to be on guard so as not to suffer unimaginable consequences - exactly what those were remained unsaid.
Claudia watched in amazement as Sven unpacked the mysterious contents of his packages, revealing thick metal poles that looked like tent parts and an oversized rubber bag. Suddenly it dawned on her: he had bought a vacuum bed! They had talked about it before, but she hadn't expected him to actually do it - the thought made her feel excited!
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Then something unexpected happened: Since only Claudia's head was visible because she was lying on the floor, Sven delivered a surprise blow to her abdomen - making sure that no one but herself could see what he was doing. It was then that she realized how intimate this moment really was. It seemed as if they were connected by invisible threads that now held them together in their new shared space.
Claudia nodded knowingly to Sven, confirming her understanding of his unique project. He had created a huge 7' x 4' vacuum bed with two custom-made rubber skins - one with a gas mask and condom for pleasurable activities, the other with an additional zipper on the side! To give Claudia something to do while Sven uses her, he suggests attaching bicycle spokes to the gas mask to keep him entertained during the long time in the confines.
And then he confidently announced, "I'm going to try this bed now!" With a determined expression, Sven assembled the announced device and connected it to his remote control. Then he took off his clothes - except for one eye. A two-piece latex catsuit plus a condom and a mask that covered almost everything but his mouth and eyes - before he threw it into the corner out of Claudia's sight.
Never one to pay attention to details, she noticed how untidy men could be, even when they dressed so extravagantly. And yet she couldn't help feeling that there was something strangely exciting about her partner, now so neatly dressed.
Claudia found the contortions Sven made while closing the zipper funny. But when she got an unexpected slap on the ass for touching a ring with her hand, it was anything but funny.
After finally dressing in latex and approaching Claudia, his gentle embrace relieved the tension in her; Three intense thrusts followed that left no room for words or breath - only immense emotions were felt on both sides in this moment full of love and banter.
Sven had condemned himself to uncertainty and hopelessness when he reached for the timer that held Claudia prisoner. Trapped in a vacuum bed, his face in a gas mask, Sven tried in vain to escape. Seeing how desperate her situation looked from Sven's perspective only strengthened Claudia even more, because inside she thought, "I bet you wish I was free right now! Enjoying her newfound power over him to the fullest, she pulled away back slowly, wondering whether she should pet him or bite him. What would happen next? Only time would tell.
Claudia felt a blow to her abdomen, but she was prepared. Even though she knew about the inevitable pain, Claudia let herself fall and waited for Leg Sven to arrive soon.
As time passed and sleep took possession of her exhausted body, Claudia suddenly woke up again and felt cold - she was no longer wearing the gas mask and was no longer lying in bed as before, but was looking into the worried eyes of a frightened, but still worried Sven, who gently stroked her cheeks with his outstretched hands after gently waking her up just moments before.
When she realized that this was all part of the game between her and him, for which he had asked her to take off her clothes beforehand, another wave hit her: should she fight back... or continue to submit? In the end, it didn't matter as she responded with "intentionally," reassuring herself, which only served to deepen the regret at the confirmation that immediately followed the words she'd uttered with the exhale as she responded with " ...then I can continue" asked for consent.
After Claudia freed herself from the restraints of the spreader bar and the rubber suit, she was confronted with an unexpected instruction from Sven. He told her to stand still and close her eyes or she would face disciplinary action - something Claudia wanted to avoid at all costs. As if programmed like a doll, she followed his commands to speed up the process; she settled for being 'his' rubber slave for the day before retiring to her vacuum bed sleep.
Sven wrapped Claudia in a pitch-black, tightly closed rubber bag. She lay with her limbs outstretched, full of fear and uncertainty about her fate, as Sven pushed an air tube through the tiny gap between the zipper teeth. When he uttered the ominous words "Are you lying well?" When she spoke, Claudia was enveloped in darkness and could only see a faint glow in her latex prison; she felt smaller than ever - almost non-existent.
Claudia felt a heavy pressure on her body, as if she were lying under an elephant. Despite the fear that came over her in waves, Claudia could do no more than tense and relax, allowing her minimal movement. The rubber seemed to flow inexorably against her stomach all night long until it finally reached its destination - leaving Claudia no room but a suffocating vacuum bed of emptiness.
After the hose was removed and Claudia could breathe freely again, Sven's words triggered a feeling of tension in her. He wanted to enjoy every moment with her without interruption, but he warned her that she had to be kind to him or she would be punished for it - an idea that was both seductive and frightening.
Eventually the anticipation gave way to pleasure as he opened his world to her. Their passionate French kiss sent a wave of happiness through her body before sleep finally released her from the secret pleasure they had found together.
