Surprise at my Aunt's place Part 2

 

Kate made her way up the driveway of the luxurious looking house. Her boyfriend James had texted her telling her to meet her here at his Aunt’s place. She had only met Elizabeth Jennings a couple of times but there was something about the woman that made Kate uneasy. She had this aura about her, that she was at a higher level than everyone around her. James had always described his Aunt as a stuck-up rich bitch, but Kate felt there was something more than that. It wasn’t just that Mrs. Jennings acted as she was superior to others, but that she made you feel it too. She had that mixture of elegance and self-assurance that gave her a regal bearing. That you were commoners being graced by her presence.

Kate rang the doorbell to the house and was greeted by Mrs Jennings, who as always was dressed to impress. Today she looked as if she was about to head off to the Winter Gala, wearing a luxurious black fur coat that fell down to her ankles. The coat was fully closed so Kate could only see the black boots poking underneath and the fine black leather gloves.

“Hello there, Kate. How great it is to see you again. Please come in.” Mrs. Jennings said, her voice a rich melody of sophistication and grace.

Kate followed the woman into the foyer. “It is nice to see you again Mrs. Jennings.”

“Please Kate my dear, call me Elizabeth.”

“Sorry Elizabeth.  Are you going out anywhere?” Kate referred to the heavy fur coat.

“Oh this? I simply decided to wear one of my most favourite furs.” Elizabeth explained, with a heavy emphasis on the r in fur. “Wearing a coat like this one can feel so divine. You should try it one day. Feel the weight and warmth all over your body darling and then you will understand.”

“I don’t think I can afford a coat like that.” She sighed. “Is James here? He told me to meet him here.”

“Oh, I assure you that your lovely boyfriend is indeed here. He is just preoccupied at the moment. Let me take you to the bar and we can get your something as we wait.” Elizabeth took her another room and Kate was momentarily stunned by the woman’s vast collection of liquor.

“Anything you would like?” Elizabeth asked. The older woman was grabbing glasses and bottles like a practiced hostess. “Gin and tonic perhaps?”

Kate meekly replied yes as she continued to stare in awe of Elizabeth’s stately house. The older woman handed her a drink, her leather gloves softly touching her hands. “It is quite nice to see you again Kate my dear.  An old woman like myself can get somewhat lonely here all by myself.”

“You certainly don’t look like an old woman to me.” Kate said. She was being completely honest. Elizabeth did indeed look mature, but to call her old seemed wrong. Elizabeth had such vitality and beauty that to refer to her as old felt like an insult. “and surely you must always be with people. James told me that you are always going to these glamorous events and parties. I see it on your Instagram all the time.”

“Yes, I noticed you liking many of my posts.” Elizabeth said, causing Kate to blush. “And while it is true, I do indeed have a very busy social life, ever since my late husband passed away, I’ve been living here all on my own.” She sighed, softly resting her chin on a gloved hand.

“Enough about me darling, how about you? I hear that you and James are planning to move in together.”

“Well, we’re thinking about it.” Kate answered, taking a sip of her drink. “It’s tough to find a good apartment these days.”

“Yes, it is. A real shame.” Elizabeth gazed at Kate intently, her icy blue eyes making Kate more nervous. The young girl drank her gin and tonic.

“You are very fond of my nephew.” Elizabeth stated.

“I am.” Kate replied, taking another sip.

“I wonder just how fond though. I wonder if there are limits.”

“I assure you there are not.” Kate was starting to get aggravated with this ostentatious lady of leisure. She took a big gulp of her drink and stood up, ready to demand to know where exactly James was. Yet before she could speak, she found herself losing all control of her body. She would have fallen to the ground if Elizabeth had not rushed to grab her, easily lifting her up. Elizbeth deftly plopped her back on the chair as Kate realized, she had lost all motor control, leaving her like a helpless floppy little doll.

“It seems the drugs have worked faster than I thought they would,” Elizabeth said. “Blast. I had planned on some more wordplay. Well, can’t fault fast-acting pharmaceuticals.” She then stood up in front of Kate’s paralyzed form and unbuttoned her overly cumbersome fur coat, revealing that underneath she was wearing a very tight and shiny black latex catsuit.

Elizabeth ran her leather gloves arms across her body. “Ah it is good to get out of that coat. I do love wearing fur but it was getting hot in there.” She grabbed the coat and hung it in a wardrobe near the entrance, before turning back to her immobile captive

Kate, now only able to move her eyes, watched at the vision in rubber before her. The tight material clung to Elizabeth’s body, highlighting the mature beauty’s shapely curves and toned muscle. The clearly insane woman was also wearing over the knee leather boots, whose stiletto heels clacked menacingly on the floor. Elizabeth walked over to Kate and lifted her limp body off from the chair.

“Come along with me Kate, I have a special afternoon planned for you.” Elizabeth carried Kate from her armpits and took her to the living room, towards a large, ornate bookcase. With one arm keeping Kate from dropping, Elizabeth used the other to grab a book titled Venus in Fur. She pulled it out and to Kate’s astonishment the bookcase began to move and open up, revealing a hidden staircase leading down below.

‘Oh my god, I am going to be murdered!’ Kate thought. ‘James’ body is probably down there already.’

Elizabeth took Kate down the stairs, into a basement room whose walls were lined with red rubber and filled with devices out some BDSM porno.

“Welcome to my dungeon, my sweet Kate. Let’s get you properly dressed.”

Elizabeth laid Kate on a table and began undressing the poor girl, removing each piece of attire till she was completely nude. Elizabeth then got out a bottle of baby oil and started to lather Kates's body, making sure she was slick and slippery. Kate was appalled by this violation as Elizabeth took special care to lather up her thighs.

“There, nice and slimy. You are ready to be fitted into your slave uniform” Elizabeth grabbed a cherry red latex catsuit and started pulling it on Kate. First were the legs, with the latex gliding on the oil, then Elizabeth manhandled Kate’s arms into the sleeves. Elizabeth pulled up the zip from Kate’s crotch all the way up to the back of her neck, sealing her in the tight shiny rubber. Elizabeth grabbed a pair of black rubber gloves next, followed by some black ballet heels. Once the gloves were on, and the boots laced up tight, Elizabeth picked up another piece of rubber clothing that made Kate want to scream. A black rubber corset that Elizabeth wrapped around her captive’s waist and pulled the laces on her back as close-fitting as she could, restricting Kate’s waist to about 22 inches and pushing her breasts up against the latex even more. Elizabeth grabbed what seemed like the last bit of the ‘slave uniform’ a cherry red latex hood with holes only for the eyes, nose, and mouth. She placed it over Kate’s head, navigating her short brown hair inside the rubber, maneuvering it until it fitted nicely over her face, then zipped it up, leaving Kate now fully covered in rubber.

Elizabeth admired her work and slapped Kate on her rubber bottom. “Excellent, you are now almost complete.” She picked Kate up again and took her to a large imposing X-Frame with leather straps on each end. Elizabeth placed Kate in the straps by her wrists and ankles, leaving her dangling off the X-Frame.

“Look at you my dear, you make a wonderful rubber slave. But you need one more thing.” Elizabeth grabbed a final piece of the ‘slave uniform,’ a big black ballgag. By now, Kate had gained some function of movement and tried feebly to avoid having that thing jammed in her mouth. But it was no use, Elizabeth was too strong for her. She jammed it in and wrapped it tight around her head.

“Ah, at last. This should keep you from ruining our fun this afternoon with your wailing.” Elizabeth said She stood back to look at the sad state of Kate, tied up, gagged, and covered in rubber. “You look absolutely ravishing my darling. I think I’ll go have a cup of tea as we wait for the drugs to wear off, then the real fun can begin.”

In what felt like hours, the madwoman subjected Kate to a series of indignities. She was spanked, whipped, trussed around like a hog, and all she could do was mewl in her ball gag. Now she was back on the X-frame, her body sweating underneath the hot latex. Elizabeth was facing her and she was holding something very sinister and perverted, a big black 10-inch rubber strap-on.

“Look at this my rubber slave. Are you already thinking about what I plan to do to you with this?” Elizabeth said as she began putting it on. “I bet you think I’m going to fuck you with it, and I am, but only if you want it. Do you want it?”

Kate desperately shook her head no.

“Really now, are you being honest here? Then why did you tell James about your fantasy of being thoroughly and utterly ravaged by his Aunt.”

Kate’s eyes widened in shock. How could Elizabeth know about her secret fantasies? Did James tell her? That bastard. She thought he loved her. How could he do this to her? How could he… make her dreams come true.

“Yes, I’m starting to see some acceptance in those eyes. You’re realising there’s no point lying to yourself anymore. You so desperately want to be dominated by an older refined woman. I bet if I unzip you, your crotch would be soaking wet.”

Kate moaned in protest, though she knew that Elizabeth was right. Her pussy was aching to be penetrated. To feel the black rubber strap-on deep inside her.

Elizabeth removed the gag from Kate’s mouth. “I want you to say it to me clearly. That you want this. Be a good slave and tell me you want your mistress to fuck you.”

Kate struggled to speak at first, drool still dripping out of her mouth from wearing a ball gag for so long.

“Ple ple…”

“Come on now.”

“Please fuck me.” Kate whispered

“Say that again.”

“Please fuck me, Mistress Jennings. Please take that big rubber cock of yours and fuck me!”

Elizabeth clapped her hands in joy. “Aha, I knew this is what you wanted. Every time we met you couldn’t keep your eyes off me, even with James in the room. To think I thought you loved him.”

“I do love James, with all my heart.” Kate declared. “But you… you’re so… perfect.”

“I know, but it’s good that you still love James.” Elizabeth smiled. “I have one more thing to show you. You’re going to love this.”

Elizabeth reached to the back of her head and Kate heard the sound of something unzipping. Elizabeth’s whole head seemed to get loose and saggy in front of her. Elizabeth grabbed the front of her face and pulled it down, revealing it to be a mask, with the head of Elizabeth’s nephew and Kate’s boyfriend James underneath.

“James!” Kate yelled. “What the hell!”

James gave a sheepish smile. “Surprise!” He then quickly explained what had happened earlier today, with his aunt attempting to turn him into a bodysuit but then accidentally turning herself into one instead.

“And your first idea was to become your own aunt?”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” He then went on to explain how spending time as his aunt gave him her memories and personality, including learning why she wanted to turn him into a bodysuit.

“It was because of you, Kate. My aunt has the same kind of fantasies about you as you had about her. Except she didn’t know about your fantasies so she figured she had to be me to get close to you. Technically she was right. I knew how to get you to admit you wanted to fucked by her.” James looked rather pleased with himself, despite his current bizarre appearance. His masculine head sat atop his aunt’s rubber-coated body, his leather-gloved hands on his feminine hips, his aunt's face dangling in front of him.

“I never knew I could feel as amazing as I did today, Kate. Being my aunt, it was, it was liberating. Everyone around me seemed to fear me or want to fuck me. It was intoxicating, I didn’t want to change back. I figured if I could fulfill your fantasy, it would sate my desire to stay as her.”

“And did it?” Kate asked nervously, not sure what answer she wanted to hear.

“I don’t know. Being her and dominating you was like ecstasy. I guess I have to go back now. Take her off and return to normal.” He moved to start taking off his catsuit when Kate told him to stop.

“Wait, the fantasy isn’t over.” She looked down at the strap-on. “Do you think you could be her… just a bit more.”

James gave a grin, then grabbed the mask and pulled it back over his head. After zipping it back up, James was gone and Elizabeth was back.

“Well, you really are such a naughty girl.” Elizabeth said. “James is lucky to have you. But for now, you are mine. Let’s get you gagged up again first. I want to make you squeal.”

 

James’ parents were surprised when he told them that he and his girlfriend were moving in with his aunt Elizabeth. Just for a little bit, he told them. A little bit turned to be a few weeks, then a few months. Oddly, he never seemed to be with his Aunt. They were both always absent from each other’s company. Kate on the other hand appeared constantly with his Aunt, traveling with her around the world. James was apparently busy all the time, leaving Kate long lengths of time of just her and Elizabeth.