That felt so good.

She gently squirmed on her bed. She tried to turn to her side but it was difficult. her hands were handcuffed to the head board and her feet were linked to the foot board held about 30cm apart by a hand-made spreader bar out of a broken broom handle. The rope holding it in place was doing the job. It wasn't much but it was giving mostly what she was looking for. And spending Christmas' Eve like that was a blast, and she looked forward as jumping the new year in latex and bondage too.

But she did felt the restraints. She also felt the latex coating her body, from the neck to her ankles. She could feel the corset, squeezing her waist. It could have been a better fit but that's was all she could afford. And she had been lucky, finding that garment in a thrift store!

The tried to turn again, munching on the large ballgag filling her mouth. For a fraction of a second, as she was softly moaning, her eyes opened and she saw a pink light filling the room. It took her a couple of seconds to react.

She blinked her eyes a few more times. Yeah, there was a soft reddish-pink glow in the room. Was the sun already rising? Probably. Oh, wait! Her window is facing west! No way she would see a sunrise.

She blinked a few more times, keeping her eyes opened. Her eyes widened and she blinked even more. What the hell was that?

Standing at the foot of the bed was a woman, wearing a right fitting red latex catsuit. her waist was incredibly thin, thanks for a very tight green leather corset. And some things were shimmering on her body, on her wrists, her collar and her waist. A belt. A steel belt, going down under her crotch. Her red catsuit seemed to be illuminating the room, as if she was a ... ghost.

"Mffwaa keu ffelll? she mumbled.

The woman in the red catsuit smiled.

"Hello Karen. Nice setup you got there." said the woman, with a soft voice.

Karen tried to sit, to get up but she was tied up and she would only be able to free herself once the sun would be high enough so that she can see the numbers of her combination lock. She looked at it. Perhaps with that soft glow, she could see... Damn, not enough light.

"Wwoo aarhgg oooo?" she asked, trying to speak through her gagged mouth.

"My name is Sandra. I'm Santa's little kinky helper," she said, almost giggling. "Well, there's more than me, I'm just one of the many that are part of Santa's Kinky Squad. I sensed you needed something. Please, tell me, tonight is YOUR night," she said with a large smile.

Karen frantically looked around. Was this a joke? Where were the cameras? As if Santa had a kinky squad. She tried to recognized her. She looked familiar but... no. That's couldn't be Suzy from the office.

"I'm waiting, Karen and I don't have all night. There are more than one kinky fetishist to help."

"Dthhre bghaagg..."

"Yes, you're gagged, I can see that, but I can read mind. Just think what you want. It's usually limited to only one item but I'm feeling generous right now. So, what do you want?"

Anything? Everything. Her latex catsuit had seen better days and it was almost more patches than genuine latex. She longed for high heels, a proper corset, a... She closed her eyes and began to think. What the heck? If it was a dream, which it surely was, she was going to make the best out of it.

She took a deep breath and began to think, to imagine herself into her favorite outfit.

She felt her latex skin became tighter and thicker. She felt it grow, wrapping her hands, her feet, contouring her toes. it creeped upward on her neck, engulfing her head, entering her nose, coating her nostrils. She felt it enter her mouth, coating it, wrapping her tongue, her teeth. She could still breath easily. Well, somewhat easily. it was adding some restriction but she liked it.

It entered her ears, coating them, making her almost deaf.

And the suit tighten, and tighten. Oooo, she squirmed, she loved it!

She felt her waist becoming rigid as the long corset began to engulf her torso, rigid and tight. Very tight. Oh yeah, tighter. Oh darn! She was being crushed in half! Oh the hell, tighter! Yes, that was it.

Her feet, boots. High heel boots. Why not those silly ballet boots she saw in magazines, going up to her knees, tightly wrapping her lower legs.

Toys, she wanted toys. Long and large ones. Could she ask for that too? The answer came quickly as she felt huge intruders grow inside her. Damn, that dream felt so real. And she had to be locked in, of course. A steel chastity belt. Very tight, locking herself into everything. With the belt on she couldn't remove the corset. With the corset, she couldn't remove the suit. A locked rubberized slave!

"Is that all?" asked Sandra's soft voice.

"Yes... no. NO!" yelled Karen in her dream. "Cuffs. I want cuffs. Steel, wide, thick heavy, and a collar too, so tight that swallowing is difficult."

She felt the weight of those cuffs on her wrists and ankles, as well as on her neck.

"How... how about a full dungeon? Fully equipped?" asked Karen.

"I can't do that," giggled Sandra, I'm only allowed to provide things that touches your body. Nice try, tho. Anything else?"

"Well... I can't think of anything more."

"You're sure? You're not missing something?"

"Hum..." she said, squirming, feeling her tight new skin and corset and boots and restraints and... toys. "No. I'm good."

"Okay then. Merry Christmas!" said Sandra before disappearing, leaving behind her a trail of sparkly red and green stars.

Karen suddenly felt very sleepy. What a dream that had been, she thought as she drifted into more dreams, being tied up in some dungeon, on an X-frame, being teased and tormented by that woman in red.

The sun was up and her room was illuminated when she finally came back to her senses. Her first thought was "what the heck?" as she was feeling her mouth, coated in latex. She frowned. She looked at her arm over her head, at her wrists. She could see the shiny black latex suit coating her arms. Shinier, thicker and especially without the patch it had before to fix a tear on the left forearm. And on her wrists, thick chromed steel cuffs, still attached to the chain and the combination lock.

She unlocked her arms. Damn, that suit was tight. Bending her arms demanded some effort. And turning her head? Almost impossible. Oh, she was so hot and horny now. She put her hands at her crotch only for her wrist cuffs to bang against something else made out of steel. And her fingers couldn't reach her crotch. A chastity belt!

What the hell was going on here? Oh, yeah, for sure, she was still dreaming. She had to wake up. "No, wait. Do NOT wake up, Karen," she said to herself. "Live the fantasy!"

She let herself drop back on the bed, reaching for the headboard, pulling on it, stretching her arms, pulling on her legs still linked to the footboard, feeling the restraints, the bondage the... boots!

And now, her toys began to play. To vibrate. "More!" she thought and they executed. "Best fucking dream ever!" she thought as the toys became more active. She never felt a stimulation like that, or rather, never dreamed a stimulation like that. It was different, it was... magical. She didn't felt it in her crotch but through her whole body. It was as if every cell of her body was getting aroused. And fast.

Her breathing became faster, impaired by the crushing corset. She never felt breathing restriction like that but... what was that? It felt like her latex coated mouth was closing. Not her lips but the air flow, from her mouth, from her nose. She was suddenly struggling to breathe.

Oh, darn. Breath play now? She never did it. Oh, well, she sort of tried it but in self-bondage it's not something easy or safe to do. But her brain now was doing it, imagining it in her dream and it felt so real so wonderful. It only raised her arousal to an incredible level before it let it all out!

She pulled on her wrists but they were linked to the headboard. Wait, what? She... She re-cuffed them without realizing it? Whatever, it's a dream, everything is possible! The more she pulled the more the orgasm increased. Ten fold! She screamed and no sound came out. That was even better, her neighbors wouldn't be disturbed by the primal scream they would heard.

For a moment she had a thought: it was a dream. She just wished that, in real life, in her bed, she wasn't screaming it. If so, she expected police to be knocking on her door soon.

She threw her hips upward, feeling the links on her ankles, feeling the restriction of the corset, feeling the toys rigidly held inside her moving along, teasing her more, increase the orgasmic pleasure. Damn, she never thought it was possible!

The breathing block was released and taking in fresh air released another wave or orgasmic pleasure, starting at her crotch and spreading rapidly everywhere to her fingernails, to her toenails. She felt her head warm as the pleasure hormones wreck havoc in there. She trashed around in her restraints, feeling them strain, feeling the bed crack under heavy squirming.

And she felt herself fall, as if the floor under her disappeared. The stop was brutal but her mattress absorbed the shock. Then she felt something heavy fall on her legs and at the same time, something heavy falling over her. She opened her eyes to see the head board flipping. She just had time to grab it with her arms as her brain tried to ascertain what the hell happened.

She looked around and giggled. Well, her bed gave up and she was now completely on the floor.

She slowly squirmed to extract every bit of orgasm left inside her body, her brain.

That had been one heck of a dream!

She did the combination on the lock but something was weird. If that was a dream it was a very realistic one because... she was still in that thick, very shiny and extremely tight latex catsuit, with those smooth cuffs wrapping her wrists, her mouth fully gagged and coated in latex. She reached down and could feel her corset, see the shiny steel chastity belt and her feet, still linked to the broken foot board, in ballet boots and with more of those shiny cuffs.

Slowly, puzzled, she untangled herself from what was left of her bed and got up. She needed help to stand up. She had worn high heels before but never something that extreme, forcing her to stand on her toes. She silently thanked her mother to have enrolled her in ballet classes when she was younger. She hated it but the skills learned there were useful now, and she surprised herself being able to stand up straight in those ballet boots.

She looked in the mirror. Standing there was a tall woman, completely sealed in black rubber. Even her eyes appeared black, hidden behind dark lenses. Only her lips, her rubber coated lips, were red. She reached for the ballgag and removed it. She worked her jaw which felt strange as her mouth, tongue, teeth were still all coated in rubber. She discovered that her teeth were white and her tongue pink. That was a nice tough but... What the hell was going on here?

Was she still dreaming? Was she on drugs? This couldn't be real. Santa doesn't exists and even less a... what was that? Santa's Kinky Squad?

"Oh come on, Karen. You have a much too vivid imagination," she said to herself.

She needed coffee. Strong coffee. She headed for the kitchen. She surprised herself at how easy it seemed to walk in those extreme boots. What was less easy was coping with those large toys inside her lower orifices. They were silent but they were there, moving with the belt and not with her body, which created strange sensations. Disturbing sensations. Teasing sensations. Pleasurable sensations. As she filled the coffee pot with water, some of it splashed into her hand. She looked, fascinated, by the drops of water on her hands, running off without a trace on the smooth, oily looking surface. She could even see the reflection of her hands on her chromed faucet. She was so fascinated that she didn't realized that the pot was overflowing.

Shaking her head to get out of that strange daydream... wait, a daydream inside a dream?... Anyways, she kept what she needed for, oh... SIX cups of coffee, poured the water down the coffee maker, added a filter and scooped enough coffee to make 12 cups, then hit the brew button.

She walked to the kitchen table and let herself drop on one of the hardwood chairs. It made a loud bang and she yelped (although no sound came out), as the belt hit the hardwood and pushed the toys inside, literally with a bang.

She looked around. She looked down at her crushed waist, at her shiny thighs, tightly wrapped in that extremely thick latex. She rubbed her hand on them, then her fingers, creating a small indentation where the lights were swirling. She liked the look. She loved the sensation. She stretched her legs, looking at those extreme boots, laced tight on her feet.

"Well, at least, I can take those off," she said, bending down to reach the lacing. But she couldn't. It was as if the lacing was molded to the boots.

"What's this? An illusion? Am I still... dreaming?"

That's when she looked at her wrist cuffs, looking at them from all sides. They were large, about 5cm large by 1cm thick. They weren't round, more oval-ish, perfectly contouring her wrists, as if they had been forged on her wrists.

"Where the fuck is the fastener? How do I take them off?" she asked herself as she continued to look at them from all angles.

Her coffee maker beeped. She quickly grabbed a cup, filled it to the brim, spilling some in the process and drank it.

She didn't knew how it worked but, she drank it. The coffee seemed to go though her rubber coated mouth.

"Now, wake up, Karen. WAKE UP. This is not good," she said as she took another large gulp of coffee. The oddest thing is that she couldn't taste it. She was feeling it's heat but no the taste.

It didn't take long for the caffeine to take effect. She felt her heart beat faster. But nothing changed. She was still clad in this tight and thick rubber, breathing short from the corset. She was pacing back and forth.

"Something is wrong," she said. "I love it here but... it's wrong." she said as she tried to pull the latex layer off her skin, but it was so tight and thick that she couldn't manage to pinch just the latex. Somehow, her skin was also coming up with it.

Scissors? They didn't poke through. A knife? A razor blade? Merely made a scratch.

She had to seek help. She walked out of her flat into a corridor. Oh, there! Miss Smith was getting out of her apartment. She was old, nosy and annoying but maybe she could help. Karen raised a hand to attract her attention as she couldn't speak. But Miss Smith made a horrified face and hurriedly get back inside her apartment.

Karen knocked.

"Go away... Alien. Go... Go back to ... to your... Planet. Hello? Police? There is an alien creature inside our building and..."

Karen backed off and ran back to her own apartment, panting but... aroused as hell!

After standing still for a moment from the shock, she walked back to her bedroom and looked at the broken bed on the floor. She looked around.

"Hey, Santa's kinky helper... err... damn, what was her name?... oh right. Sandra. SANDRA! COME BACK HERE!" she yelled in her head as loudly as she can imagined.

After a moment, a red and green fog began to appear and lit up then transformed into the shape of a woman, wearing a red latex catsuit. Just like in her... dream.

"Hello again, Karen. I'm not supposed to re-appear before next Christmas but... I'll give you that chance because I think you misunderstood something."

"What is this? What the hell is going on?"

"It's all my fault, Karen. I don't think you were in the right mood when I followed your thoughts last night. It's my first year and I made a few mistakes, that's why I was allowed to come back. Please, forgive me, so I'll start over. I'm Sandra of Santa's Kinky Squad. I'm here to make you realize your kinky dreams. Be careful, it happens only once in a lifetime. There's no going back. There's no exchange. What you have is what you have and what you'll have for the rest of your life. So, please, just tell me your fantasy. I will read it from your mind and make it real," she said, smiling wide with a warm smile.

Karen felt at ease. She looked down at her setup. She looked to her right into the mirror. She could see herself and she could see only a foggy red, green, white and black shadow where Karen was standing.

Sandra frowned.

"I... I don't think you understand. Your thoughts are exactly the same as last night."

Karen stared at her, puzzled. Of course her fantasy hadn't changed. Why change it?

"Hum... okay. I'm not supposed to make suggestions but perhaps I am misinterpreting your thoughts but... don't you want a mean to get out of it? You know, locks, zippers, fasteners?"

Karen's eyes widened. Of course! She can't live like that. She scared the crap out of Miss Smith, she had to be able to get out, but... she felt so comfy in this thing, so...

"Ah, now I... wait... Seriously?" asked Sandra. "You what? But..."

Karen simply nodded a slow but very definitive yes.

"I will warn you one more time: this is good until the end of times. There is no going back. No substitutions, exchanges or refunds."

Karen nodded another firm "yes".

There was a knock of the door. Karen turned to look toward it. When she turned back to face Sandra, she was gone.

She walked to the door, feeling the even larger intruders move inside her. She opened it. Two police officers, one man and one woman, were standing on the other side.

"Sorry to bother you miss Karen but, someone saw some strange creature, like... alien... in the corridor. Seen anything like that?"

Karen could see Miss Smith standing behind the officers, looking puzzled.

"I saw it enter there! Karen, are you hiding some... thing?" asked Miss Smith.

"No, Miss Smith," said Karen. Well, her brain thought of it, her latex coated mouth mouthed it and somehow they hear it without a sound being produced."

"Can we have a look around, if you don't mind?" asked an officer.

Karen made way for them to enter, smiling ear to ear. If that was a dream, it was good. If not, it was even better.

The officers looked around.

"What happened to your bed?"

Karen giggled. "Oh... something you wouldn't believe happened last night."

The woman officer giggled.

"Well, everything seems to be in order," said the male officer, looking at his female counterpart. "Just be on the lookout, miss Karen, there seems to be some... creep trying to scare people­. If you see anything, try to get as much information as possible and call us. Alright?"

"I understand, officers," said Karen with a soft voice.

"I'm really sorry about the intrusion, miss Karen," said the female officer. "And happy Holidays," they said as the walked away, leaving Miss Smith look at Karen with a puzzled look.

Karen had a thought, for a fraction of a second. Then she saw Miss Smith face go from puzzled to horror as she gasped and ran into her apartment, slamming the door shut.

Karen closed her door, turned around and leaned on it, giggling. Yes, her final wished worked. She would be invisible, appeared normal to everybody. Unless she allowed her true self to be seen, even if it was just for a fraction of a second.

But she would be sealed, tightly enclosed, tightly compressed, and locked with her cuffs, collar and chastity belt until... the end of times.

MonsterP63/Karen - Christmas Kinks/1