Ich hab voriges Jahr in den Herbstferien noch eine Geschichte zu einem Bild von PrismarinePaint geschrieben. Ich dachte, ich hab sie veröffentlicht. Alle Sätze, die mit „ich dachte“ beginnen, enden in einer Katastrophe.
Das Bild heisst „See you tomorrow“.
Yael
So far, Yael had gotten everything she had wished for or planned. She was one of the most popular at grammar school, her A-levels were enough for any course of study and if she wanted to play more golf, one of her parents‘ employees had to look after her horse. She was the center of attention at every party and all the interesting men were hers. Anyone who didn’t accept this could easily be her enemy and was very unlucky.
One sunny Sunday, an ugly chick won a golf tournament and Yael was only second – but the most attractive runner-up ever. At the winner’s party, she met Kevin, who, like her, only knew golf and partying. However, he only partied at night, as he was on the golf course during the day. Yael had done a lot to introduce Kevin to her collection of men, he was not very receptive to her charms. This made the challenge all the greater for Yael. He played with her – but only golf. He was happy when she spent afternoons playing sport with him, he picked her up, he hugged her and invited her to dinner. He smelled good and felt wonderfully warm. He was well-read and funny, attentive and friendly – but not just to Yael. He enjoyed her company, but he didn’t seek it out. Yael didn’t understand herself, because she was jealous of everyone and everything – because of a young man who showed no interest in her.
Yael had stalked his cell phone lying around to see if he had a steady girlfriend – or even a boyfriend. Nothing but school stuff and golf dates on Whattsapp. His internet history was full of young women in latex – pictures, videos, stories. Yael didn’t think that was a bad thing, she was more curious. The background image on the cell phone showed a young female golfer dressed completely in latex. With iron handcuffs and ankle cuffs and an iron neck ring. She stood bent forward with the putter in her hand, legs apart with two chains on the leg irons that prevented her from closing her legs or walking away. Her hands were free and held the putter. Two more chains went up and down from the neck iron, preventing her from straightening or bending over. A mousetrap lay three meters away, which she had to hit with the golf ball to release the keys hanging above her head via a strap. One last ball lay at her feet. The really perverse thing about the installation was a metal rod that came out of the ground vertically right between her legs and disappeared into her crotch.
Yael could well imagine the situation – the rod in her crotch must have been holding a vibrator and there was exactly one chance to free herself. Kevin liked that sort of thing. I see. Yael was familiar with latex clothing, even if she still nerver wore something like this. She knew that her parents occasionally engaged in secret role-playing games and that her mother wore something like this. Unfortunately, her mother’s size didn’t fit her. But she was sure that she could ask her grandma for a suitable catsuit.
Yael’s grandma was an unconventional woman with a special sense of humor. She didn’t have a partner and had raised her daughter alone. Her profession was never a topic of discussion in the family, and her mother would have preferred to keep her background a secret. But Grandma had once said that she had to beat up a lot of men to finance her daughter’s education. So Yael assumed that her grandmother worked as a dominatrix. So it made sense to ask her about a catsuit.
Yael only got a laugh from her grandma when she asked. Then she showed the picture of the golfer in latex. “And this guy is worth the effort?” she asked and then told her: ”Come to my studio on Saturday. You can earn the equipment there.”
Yael arrived on time. She knew her grandma would brook no argument. “By coming, I can fulfill a very special customer’s wish. The gentleman would like a young woman to break his golf club and then beat him up with the broken shaft. I think you can do that. Problem: you have to hit more carefully than you think. Golf clubs are made of fiberglass, which is a very dangerous weapon. Take your time, you should warm up his skin, but not tear it open. Just your bottom, thighs and the soles of your feet. I’ll watch you, maybe you can dare more. I’ll give you an eye mask so he can pretend he doesn’t recognize you.” “Why should he pretend?” “Well, he knows you from the golf course. He’s been asking me to organize it for years. I would never have bothered you with it, but you asked first. Now don’t look so incredulous, your mother met your father here too.”
“Have you ever worn latex before?” “No.” “Then someone will help you get dressed.” Her grandmother rang a little bell and a masked young woman came in. Yael had to undress completely and was oiled by the young woman. Then she was first put on latex toe socks. That felt very strange, tight and warm, somehow intimate. Then a black latex catsuit was handed to her. Her legs slid easily into the rubber sheaths. When the cool latex touched her crotch, she let out a loud “oops”. “That’s not intimate,” her grandma mocked and gave her a small dildo to insert – already covered in lubricant. “This is intimate. You want the whole show, don’t you?”. Yael wasn’t a virgin, but she had never inserted toys before. It went easier than she thought and was quickly forgotten as her arms disappeared into the tight sleeves and the tight back zipper slowly squeezed her chest. Then a short waist corset was put on her and laced up. The high black boots came from Yael’s own stock, which made her feel safe and familiar. Finally came the promised eye mask.
Yael looked at herself in the mirror for a long time. She thought she looked divinely good. If a man was allowed to see her like this, then he should suffer for it. “You still lack the right aura!” her grandmother joked and Yael noticed a low humming in her abdomen and a remote control in her grandmother’s hands. “The guest will be here in an hour. I’ll greet him, then you can show yourself to him briefly and then I’ll tie him to a pillory. Until then, you will first practice on a leather couch and then on Maria’s bottom how to beat properly with the cane.” “What did Maria do?” “Maria didn’t do anything. She likes it.”
Yael was a docile pupil. She quickly managed to make the cane whistle loudly through the air and then hit the target carefully – first on leather, then on Maria’s buttocks. Red streaks remained, but not a drop of blood flowed. Yael simply wanted to ignore the rest of the afternoon. Her guest also wore a mask and kept motivating her with wishes such as “Dare”, “More!” and “Harder!”. Afterwards, he thanked her for not complying with his wishes – he wouldn’t have made it through.
That’s how Yael got her equipment. She had chosen the first evening in October for her grand entrance – it was now called Kintober. There were no more official golf tournaments, only training. She knew where Kevin kept his things. Someone had given him a cellar room because he couldn’t afford a cupboard in the heated changing room. She left training early and unpacked her things. First she put her toe socks back on, then a pair of latex gloves, with which she became very clumsy. She had thought about carrying a dildo or some small balls in her abdomen again – to increase the anticipation. However, the toys could get in the way of a boisterous Kevin, so she left them out. The catsuit fitted her like a glove and she put on a small corset over it, which lifted her breasts and made it harder to breathe.
She hadn’t found any ankle cuffs or handcuffs, but she did find a pair of gold-colored leather straps – she thought they were a better color match. They had the same effect, but looked more elegant. She had also stolen a short penis gag from her grandma – she wanted to be taken and not give a blowjob. As she slowly sank the gag into her mouth, she realized that it wasn’t that short after all. It choked and was bearable for a short time. Next, she tied her ankles and thighs with short snap hooks. Then she tried to attach her hands with a carabiner as high as possible above her head to a chain hanging from the ceiling as an improvised clothes horse. That didn’t work. So she hooked her hands together behind her back and then up on the chain – that was easier. She couldn’t open the carabiner this way, she couldn’t reach it with her fingers.
So she stood there – the dream of every man who loves latex and bondage – ready to endure anything he wanted.
Yael waited for half an hour. Her arms became heavy. She missed a dildo, because it was boring except for the increasing pain. Her thoughts wandered from anticipation to anger, then to rage and thoughts of revenge because Kevin didn’t come and save her. At some point she was just desperate. Footsteps approached. Kevin came in, looked her up and down for a long time and then shook his head: “It’s getting dark already, it’s Halloween and the golfers glow ball tournament. I’ve always wanted to play golf in the dark. You must have better things to do. The guy you’re all dressed up for is a lucky guy. I’ll see you tomorrow.“
Then he was gone. Yael wasn’t happy.