Suzie's Last Film

by Daniel Guy

Part One

After a long wait, Ed finally gets a message from his on-line mistress.

I’VE DECIDED I WANT TO SEE A MORE FEMININE SIDE OF YOU.

ASSUMING THAT YOU DO HAVE A (WELL HIDDEN) FEMININE SIDE, THE INSTRUCTIONS ARE TO SHOOT (AND EDIT!) A VIDEO THAT DISPLAYS: 

- FEM BEHAVIOR 

- CLOTHING 

- ATTITUDE 

I AM EXPECTING TOP QUALITY WORK FROM YOU, SLAVE. NO SHORTCUTS, AND NO EXCUSES. 

MISS KITTI

Ed leans back in his chair.  He never imagined she would come up with anything like this.  The idea of wearing women’s clothing repulses him and he starts to wonder if things have gone too far with Miss Kitti.

Since stumbling across her on line, he’s been very turned on by the idea of being a slave.  She’s spoken to him on the phone and even her hard European accent had turned him on.  Whoever she is, Miss Kitti takes it all very seriously and knows exactly what she is doing. She understands the psychology.  She’s been gradually breaking down his resistance, filling his head with the desire to be a slave. He is aware that this is happening.  He knows it's a kind of brain washing and up to this point he's been completely absorbed by the desire to please her. But dressing up as a woman?  This is too much. 

Ed’s last assignment had been to go out and buy a pair of rubber shorts and take a photo of himself kneeling, his mouth open and his tongue out, and the words: ‘SLAVE OF MISTRESS KITTI’ written in lipstick on his chest.  This he had managed to do and she was satisfied. But dressing in women's clothing?  He studies himself in the mirror. He’s forty. His face is not a feminine face.  Although he’s tall and slim, he has big hands and the legs of a rugby player.  The whole feminization idea makes him feel pathetic and silly. Maybe that’s the idea.

In the days that follow, the video assignment weighs heavily in his mind until it starts to become an intriguing challenge.  He remembers the latex masks he'd seen at the fetish shop when he bought the shorts. A mask would at least hide his face. So he stops by the shop and buys a white latex mask, with shaped holes for eyes, nostrils and mouth.  Finding a dress is a problem until he remembers an old friend who has access to a costume store at a local theatre.  After a few phone calls and a fabricated story about a fancy dress party, he takes a trip over to see his friend. The costume store is not great. He sifts through several rails of dresses, but none are of any use and he only thing he finds is a blond wig, which he slips into his bag. Despondent, he goes home, convinced again that the idea is folly and the video can't be made.  There's no point if he can’t look convincing…

That evening however, he cruises the net and comes across a site of incredibly arousing videos of women dressed from head to foot in shiny coloured latex, making them look like dolls.  Their faces are hidden by skin-tight latex masks similar to the one Ed had bought, and when the models open their legs, two thick pink rubbery lips, shaped like labia can be seen poking out through the crotch.  Ed is transfixed, staring dry-mouthed and astonished at the videos and it dawns on him that any man would look convincing dressed like that. Ed knows what he has to do.

He goes to bed but during the night he has a dream. In it he’s walking his normal route to the tube on the way to work. Next minute he is glancing over to a street market stall overflowing with gaudy-coloured toys, and catches sight of a cheap pink doll inside a plastic bag.   It’s just a doll wrapped in clear cellophane, hanging from a hook, but for some reason it arouses him.  He stares at it, transfixed and suddenly everything changes and he finds himself inside in the clear semi-inflated protective bag, tied and naked, waiting to be bought, hoping it will happen before the air inside runs out.  Now he is a human doll, and as he hangs there on a market stall, an attractive young Asian woman passes by, pushing a baby in a pram. She catches sight of him, steps over, inspects him, reaches up, feels his body through the protective wrapper, touches his face, chest, cock and then still undecided, she holds the plastic tight against his head, watches him squirm inside, fight to suck in air, his hard cock now even harder, pressing against the bag.  She smiles, nods to the owner of the stall and makes the purchase. 

As he gets up the following morning, he’s puzzled by the dream, and what it might signify. By the time he’d showered and dried between his toes, the dream is forgotten.

Two weeks later the latex has arrived and everything is ready.  He’s bought a bottle of whisky to give him the courage to complete the assignment.  He’s prepared the spare room, found extra spotlights and tested the camera position and light.  He’s placed a large black rubber dildo upright on a table in front of the camera so that just the dildo is in shot.   

After several more drinks and a few cigarettes, Ed is ready to start.  He powders his legs and feet lightly with talc and begins to slip on the red latex tights.  The moment they are on, Ed feels different, softer, more passive and relaxed. His cock bulges out the shiny latex crotch.  The red latex vest is next. He pulls it out from the large clear plastic bag and slips it cautiously over his head.  The soft rubber feels deliciously warm and tight around his arms and over his chest.  From another bag he fetches out rubber breasts and slips them inside the top, making sure they are level and in the right position.  Next is the bright red latex dress.  He carefully steps into it and pulls it gently up his body. 

It fits perfectly.  Once he has slipped on the mask and the black latex gloves, he steels a coy first glance at himself in the full-length mirror, fearing he might be repulsed.  On the contrary; he’s stunned.  He sees someone different, someone: but not him.  Apart from his eyes and mouth, no flesh is visible.  In that moment Ed begins to slip away. He’s becoming someone else.

Part Two.

She reaches over for the long white curly wig and slips it on. She looks back at herself in the mirror. The wig is in poor condition and needs a good comb, but she manages to shape it with her fingers.  She pouts her lips and carefully applies bright red lipstick. Now she feels charged and alive, almost as if a drug she had taken moments before has suddenly kicked in. She steps back. She purrs. She slips her latex clad feet into the black stilettos.  She begins to walk up and down the room again, glancing back at the mirror to admire her shapely feminine body.  The heels click-click-click on the wooden floorboards. She feels so horny.  She sticks out her tight red shiny ass as far as she can and then caresses it slowly.  It feels so good.  She imagines she is a porn star and there’s a film crew watching her, young men drooling, watching her ass as she gently rocks it from side to side.  She takes out a cigarette and lights it and then begins to speak in strange, soft feminine whisper. 

‘Hi. My name is...... Suzie, yeah, Suzie.  I’m in this film and I’m just waiting for the guys to call me. Let me look again in the mirror; let me see, yeah, I look o.k.  It’s my first film so I wanna look good.  Mmmmm, my tits look so fucking good it’s unbelievable.   I have to feel relaxed so I can lose myself and be wild for the camera.  Mmmm, this dress makes me feel so amazing, so fucking horny. I’m just working out who I am and what I’m gonna do in the film.  They want me to turn them on so I have to feel really horny right now, before I step onto the set.  I have to be ready to do anything to please them, anything at all.  I wanna be fucked.  I wanna do whatever they want me to do….’ 

She takes another swig from the bottle of whisky standing half empty on the chest of drawers and is careful not to smudge her lipstick.

Now she is ready.  After lighting another cigarette, she walks slowly, as sensuously as she can out of the bedroom and into the spare room, switching on the camera as she passes. She sits down on the red sofa and looks at her image on the tiny screen beside the lens and is pleased with what she sees. 

‘O.K. Hello, I’m Suzie and I’m really sorry I’m late, I just had to check that I looked O.K. Do I look O.K.?’ 

She talks in a soft mid-Atlantic accent and slowly undulates her back like she’s aching to be fucked. She smokes her cigarette like a cheap tart, and caresses the insides of her thighs as she stares into the lens.

She lowers her head and then looks slowly from one side as if posing; girlie, feminine, fuck-me poses.

‘Oh, look!’

She shrieks, gives a girlie giggle, shakes her arms and head in a Marilyn Monroe kind of way and then points with mock coyness at the large black rubber dildo in front of her. She puts down her cigarette, slowly licks her lips and begins to sink down onto her knees. She cups the base of the huge black rubber dildo with her hands. She lowers her head to begin sucking it hungrily. She moans and gasps, glancing up at the camera from time to time, making sure she and the cock are still in shot.  Her whole body rocks and twists gently in a kind of perpetual motion as she moves her mouth slowly up and down the thick rubber shaft. Oh, she feels so horny.  When she’s had enough of the dildo she moves back to sit on the sofa again. She opens her legs and rubs her crotch, then rubs her huge shiny tits, and writhes and groans some more.  Then for no apparent reason, she stops.  

In that moment Ed comes back. He freezes, studying his image on the tiny monitor.  He doesn’t know what next to do.  He decides to stop and take a look at what he had filmed.  Perhaps that would be enough. He gets up and switches off the camera.

Five minutes later he’s sitting in his office, naked and covered in sweat, watching the video footage he had just taken as it loads onto his computer.   The images are shocking. Is that really him?   He looks and acts so much like a woman.  It’s not just the clothes, it’s her movements, her strange girlie postures that Ed had never seen before and which seem totally alien and unnatural.  The voice too feels like it doesn’t belong to him. Staring with disbelief at the screen, he watches Suzie sit down, open her legs wide and gaze back at him as if she wants him to fuck her. When she moves forward onto her knees and begins sucking on the dildo, Ed finds he’s rock hard again. He fetches more whisky and then sits back down to watch the video once again.  This living latex doll he’s created is sexier than he could ever have imagined.  He edits the video and posts it off to Miss Kitti, hoping it’s what she wants.

Days pass and Ed is unable to concentrate on anything.  He’s completely distracted until finally Miss Kitti writes back.

GOOD WORK SLAVE. 

SUZIE CLEARLY WANTS TO BE FUCKED. YOUR NEXT TASK IS TO MAKE SURE SHE GETS WHAT SHE WANTS.

Ed is dismayed at the message.  He knows very well that this monster he’s created will get him into a lot of trouble and he can do nothing about it. Three days later he’s cruising on a personal ads site. That evening a young black youth comes over to Ed’s flat. Suzie is dressed and waiting.   She opens the door and lets him in. He’s clearly very pleased with what he sees.  He closes the door behind him, and follows her as she leads him slowly through to the bedroom.  He smiles when he sees that handcuffs, ball gag, condom, lube, clear plastic bags and some electrical tape have been placed neatly on the bedside table. He tells Suzie to walk around the room for him like a whore. He sits back in the chair by the window and smokes a joint, rubbing his groin as he watches her.

She walks, she poses, she sticks out her bum and caresses it gently. 

She licks her lips. She watches him smoking, pleased that he’s staring at her with a hungry smile.  In her soft American accent she says,

‘Fuck me, please fuck me…’

She watches him slowly pulling off his sweatshirt, pulling down his pants. She does what he says. He makes her crawl slowly over to him.  She lets him stroke her breasts.  He makes her lick his feet. He makes her open her mouth. He stands and pushes his thick black cock inside it, thrusting till she chokes and retches, till the drool oozes down onto the floorboards.  He stops her before he comes. He gets up, makes her stand up beside the bed. He picks up the ball-gag and tells her to put it on.  The moment she has finished fastening the buckle behind her head, he cuffs her wrists behind her back. He picks up the clear plastic bag and the roll of electrical tape. He pulls the bag over her head and tapes it airtight around her neck. He leans her over the end of the bed so he can see himself in the mirror.  He slips on a condom and hears her muffled moans of protest.  She feels her dress being pulled up, her latex tights pulled down, then a slippery fingers slowly pushing between her cheeks.  She writhes and pulls at the cuffs but here is nothing she can do any more. She feels his thick tool pushing between her cheeks. Her hole is very tight. She’s never been fucked before. The pain is unbearable. For a moment, Ed slips back. He cannot do this. He doesn’t want to be fucked. He is starting to panic. There is not much air inside the bag and he’s already breathing very quickly.  He’s held down onto the bed and the bag and the gag muffle his desperate pleas to stop.  The huge black cock pushes hard against his tight bum hole till in the end it begins to break through. The pain is still unbearable. Ed can do nothing. He looks up and can just about see himself in the mirror, through the misted plastic.  The sight of a black guy fucking him makes him hard again. He has no choice. He lets go. He slips back into Suzie and then everything is all right.  Suzie wants to be fucked. Her muscles relax and the thick black cock slip in and begins to pump and thrust deep inside her.  Her head spins, the bag, now misted up, expands and contracts around her head at an accelerating rate.  The black cock shoots its load and moments later pulls out. Suzie is close to passing out. The bag is ripped open - just in time.  Ed slips back to consciousness, aware that his visitor has left the room. He rolls off the bed and collapses onto the floor. He hears the front door closing. He lies there soaked in sweat, gasping for breath, heart-racing fast.

‘Oh fuck..’ he says to himself, between breaths.

It takes him half an hour to find the keys and to get himself un-cuffed, by which time he has convinced himself that he has to put a stop to Suzie before she gets him into any more trouble.  As he carefully peels off the latex clothing he is thinking rationally again.  He must destroy the latex clothing at once and never allow Suzie to live again.  Suzie has to die.

Part Three

When Suzie switches on the camera again, she looks as perfect as before but now she is a little more drunk. She half stumbles onto the floor before putting down the whisky bottle. She feels dizzy and horny and reckless and completely out of control.  She totters a little on her heels as she walks over to the sofa and sits down. She stares at her image on the little screen and with her bright red lips pouted she speaks softly once more to the camera.  

‘ This is my last video. Suzie’s Last Film, that’s what I’m calling it.  So I won’t keep you waiting a moment longer. Here, goes….’

Suzie takes a final swig of whisky.  She reaches down and picks up the large clear plastic sack and slips it over her head. She pulls the bag down to her thighs, and then ties a belt tight around her neck.  She starts to rub herself hard.  She writhes on the sofa her head twisting from side to side, thrashing inside the bag.  She arches her back and then reaches down between her legs with both hands until finally she manages to pull down her latex tights. She lies back and wraps her black latex hand around her thick shaft and starts to milk it hard.  The smooth plastic sticks tight to the latex features of her face.  She moans and gasps with mindless pleasure. Her rubbery fingers work their way up and down until finally the huge glistening cock erupts and the room is showered with cum. She slumps back on the sofa, her body sags and for a very long moment, she is lifeless.

Fade to black.

Ed sits in his office in the dark; his sweat covered face glowing from the light from his computer screen.  He lights a cigarette, leans forward to press ‘Save.’ He wipes the spunk globs from his thighs with a towel.  He leans back in his chair exhausted.  His body still smells of sweet latex. Soon it will be dawn.  Soon he will have to go to work.

He finishes editing the video and then sends it to Miss Kitti, accompanied by a short message.

Dear Miss Kitti. As you can see, I have decided to kill Suzie. She was too dangerous. I beg you Miss Kitti, please don’t make me bring her back to life.

In his heart however, he knows that no matter what he wants, Suzie is not going to die that easily.

 

Daniel Guy.