Living Their Fantasies in Paris Pt. 02

A couple create new lives in 40 days

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(Day 6)

The next morning, after a quiet breakfast, and a stroll around yet another quaint neighborhood, Rob and Cindy returned to the latex shop.

They entered the store to find the same sales-girl waiting for them. They were both surprised when the girl said that it would be a couple of hours before the measuring process would be complete.

"Madam," she said, "our technology is first rate, and must take its time to gather every measurement. It will ensure that any and every piece we make for you will be perfect. You wouldn't want anything else, would you?"

With that, Cindy could only surrender to the long session, described. Rob said he'd look around the shop, there was another sales-girl he could talk to, and then he'd wait at the cafe across the street for the completion of the process.

Cindy was ushered into a back room, and told to strip off all of her clothes. She found that embarrassing, and protested, but was told in no uncertain terms that it was all necessary.

As she began removing here dress, thoughts of another old fetish, exhibitionism, crept into her mind, and got her excited. When naked she was shown to a small bathroom and told to give herself an enema and use a provided cream depilatory and sponges to remove all of the hair on her crotch. Again, Cindy was taken aback, and embarrassed, but that too aroused her. She knew that Rob would be very turned-on by a bald pussy, as he'd had her bare for their wedding. They'd discussed that topic a few nights ago, when they were dreamily reviewing old fetishes and sexual adventures.

She was more put off by the enema. She had only done that once before, when she had some intestinal issues as a teen. Then she had found it unpleasant, at best. She wasn't sure why it was necessary, but at this point she couldn't stop to argue.

About 20 minutes later she emerged, naked and bare as the day she was born.

The sales girl casually nodded and escorted her into another room that had both a gynecological examination chair, a large computer and two booths, one large, like an oversized phone booth from years past, and another smaller one that was oddly mounted over a stool.

She was directed to sit and lay back into the examination chair and place her feet and legs into the stirrups. Again, she protested, questioning the need.

This time the girl broke into angry French and clearly demanded that Cindy do as she was told, or else leave.

Cindy was indeed tempted to grab her clothes and walk out, but she remembered that she had promised Rob in return for the additional time in Paris, and she didn't feel like she could go back on the promise now. And besides, she was so turned on by the whole deal, the thought of her latex fetish, coupled with the experience and humiliation that she was feeling was driving her to distraction. She had never felt so sexually excited.

She did as she was told.

The girl proceeded to don a pair of latex gloves, and then wipe down Cindy's crotch, front, back, and everywhere in between with a series of sterile wipes.

She then proceeded to carefully insert a well lubed and sterile catheter, a vaginal plug and an anal plug into Cindy's holes. The catheter was connected via a long tube to a pouch. Cindy was shocked and dumbfounded by the whole procedure. The plugs were left extruding about three inches from her body and each item was bright Green in color.

As she inserted the devices, the girl explained that they were necessary for the measurement process to ensure that it determined the precise location of each orifice.

Cindy was stunned and horrified, but also turned on by the abuse and overwhelmed by the feelings each device forced upon her. Damn she was horny!

After the insertions, the girl carefully helped Cindy up and out of the chair. careful not to disturb the protruding plugs.

Cindy was then led over, waddling, to the large booth, and shown exactly where to stand, on two footpads located on the floor.

The girl handed Cindy a pair of swimming goggles and warned her that they had to be worn to protect her eyes from the lasers. She then explained that she would be closing the smoked plexiglass door and starting the laser measurement process. She also explained that several positions would be necessary, and that she would instruct Cindy via a microphone and speaker what position she must stand in, very still, for each phase of the scanning.

The door was then closed and the procedure began. First Cindy had to stand in a star position with her legs and arms spread like DaVinci's famous 'Human Body' drawing.

Then she had to bend at the waist and hold her arms out straight to her shoulders.

Finally, the girl came in with a very tall set of plastic mules, with something like 5" heels.

Cindy had to stand with her arms and legs straight up and down, in the heels.

When the booth's door was finally opened, Cindy was relieved and ready to get out of there, but was told that there was another step. A special scan of her head was also needed. That was what the other, smaller booth was for.

She was escorted over to the smaller booth and instructed to sit on the stool underneath the scanning machine. She was again going to protest, as she still had the two plugs sticking out of her crotch, but the attendant, anticipating her complaint. pointed to two strategically located holes in the seat, where Cindy's plugs would fit.

With a resigned sigh Cindy carefully sat on the stool, making sure her protruding plugs aligned with the holes.

The girl then produced a tight latex bathing cap and placed it on Cindy's head covering her hair.

In a mirror on the opposite wall Cindy saw herself bald, and even found that sight to be a turn on. The thought made her wonder if all of this wasn't turning her on too much. It seemed that all of the humiliations and manipulations of her body were really tickling all of her old fantasies and fetishes.

Once Cindy was seated and ready, the girl stuck small patches over her closed eyes and lowered the small booth down around her head until it rested on her shoulders. She instructed Cindy to sit up straight and still while the machine scanned her.

Ten more minutes later the scanning was complete and the attendant had Cindy stand again with her legs spread wide, while she reached into her crotch and slowly removed first the catheter and then the two plugs.

After everything else, Cindy shuddered and felt the stirrings of an orgasm as the girl gave her pussy a quick squeeze as she backed away.

With shaky legs, Cindy staggered over to the dressing area and slowly put her clothes back on.

As the sales-girl walked her out and to the front of the store, she told Cindy that the measurements would be calculated and ready for her to select her Latex clothes, the next day.

Cindy acknowledged and thanked the girl as she walked in a daze outside. She snapped out of it only after she spotting Rob across the street and hurried over to his table. She sat delicately on the available chair and exclaimed "I need a glass of wine, or two, or three. Then you need to take me back to the hotel and screw my brains out!"

Rob laughed and she joined in.

As they sat, and Cindy recharged, she described all that had happened. Rob kept it well hidden, but he was enthralled with everything he heard. When Cindy told him how much it had all turned her on, he couldn't believe that he had gotten so lucky. After all of these years he was learning that Cindy was almost as kinky as he was. He suddenly saw many new possibilities of feeding his long suppressed, personal fetishes with a wife who apparently shared many of the same ones.

As they left the café to head back to the hotel, both of them were anxious to get to their room and fuck each other's brains out.

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During the first hour of Cindy's measurement ordeal, Rob had worked with a second sales-girl to order numerous latex items for her. All of them were to be a surprise. The sales-clerk had agreed, for a hefty, additional fee, to have all of them ready within two days of the completion of the measurement process.

She also took a substantial order for a custom Chasti-Permalock device that after a call to the factory, and another substantial fee for express service, would be ready in about two weeks.

After taking the Chasti-Permalock order the clerk took Rob back to another measurement room and helped him take a very special set of measurements of his own body - one part in particular.

He had spent a fortune on his huge order, but he knew they could afford it, and what price is too high to spend on living out long-cherished sexual fantasies.

When he walked out of the shop, Rob was so turned on by thoughts of Cindy wearing the ordered items that he had to take off his jacket and hold it in front of his bulging cock.

(Day 7)

The following day, Rob took Cindy on a day trip to the French countryside. They drove the back roads, stopped in little villages for lunch and dinner and finished the day exhausted in their cozy hotel with a glass of wine.

It was then that Cindy pointed out with a sly grin that they still had to return to the Latex shop to order a couple of pieces of sexy latex.

Rob told her not to worry about it "I've taken care of everything. I'm sure we will both enjoy the things we have on order."

"Well, aren't you going to tell me what I have coming?" Cindy asked, excited and curious.

"Nope" was Rob's only reply. "Let's head to bed, I want to ravish you and eat you. Have I told you how much I love your new hairless look?"

"Yes, you have, several dozen times. I like it too." She answered with a giggle.

(Day 8)

The next day was spent with their favorite past-time - wandering the back streets, window shopping, this time in the 7^th arrondissement. Rob subtly directed their wandering to a specific street address, and stopped when they were outside a store specializing in women's boots, in particular, high-fashion leather boots with high heels.

"Hey, take a look, the other night, didn't you mention a fantasy for these? Come on, let's go in." he said with feigned surprise.

Cindy was interested. She had always liked the way she felt and looked in high heels. She knew she had the legs for them. She usually wore 3" heels almost everywhere she went. At 5'6" she felt a little short compared to other pretty women she saw. Heels higher than 3" were troublesome for every-day wear, though. They were tough when walking on uneven surfaces, especially like the cobblestones on the streets of Paris.

In any case she was happy to look. What woman didn't love pretty shoes?

Again, the sales lady was more than helpful. The boots were fantastically sexy, and Cindy was quickly turned-on by the possibilities and the way she looked in the mirrors when she admired her legs in the sky-high boots.

Rob too was clearly turned-on, as the bulge in his pants showed.

All of the boots she tried laced tightly onto her calves, sometimes all the way up her legs to the tops of her thighs. They were often stiffened by stays like in a corset. The tallest ones, with integral stays, made it difficult to bend her knees. These required her to take very short strides. Climbing steps would also be a challenge.

Cindy was very nervous about the heels, not so much the extreme height, but the tiny tip of the spike heel, and the potential for tripping on uneven or soft surfaces. Walking on cobblestones, dirt surfaces or even grass would be impossible.

The sales lady addressed that by showing her a pair of boots that had the height but also a wedge type heel, that smoothly integrated into the sole of the boot. These were 6" tall. In them Cindy stood a full six feet tall! The clerk explained that this style was fairly new and was becoming all the rage among the ladies of Paris, for the very reasons that concerned Cindy.

She also showed them another pair that she described as the newest, most stylish rage of the day. Rob immediately recognized them as 'Pony boots', seen on some of his fetish web sites.

Cindy didn't recognize them as such, but she did think they were sexy in a weird sort of way, that she couldn't put her finger on.

Those boots had large, hard, semi-circular soles, that were flat to the ground and the sole rose up steeply in the back, holding her heels up as if they were in the very high heels. But they had no heel at all, and would force the wearer to stand tall on her toes and the ball of her foot.

The salesgirl showed her a picture of Victoria Beckham wearing a pair that was similar, but perhaps not as high and the soles were not as clunky.

When Cindy tried them on, Rob had to help her stand, and as she slowly walked around, she could feel her legs starting to ache, much more than they did in the other shoes she'd tried on.

These shoes also made a peculiar sound as she strode around the store's wooden floor. Much like the clip-clop of a horse on concrete.

Rob, of course loved everything she tried on. Cindy couldn't help but notice, and his excitement only added to hers.

After spending more than an hour calculating sizes, and trying on different styles Cindy selected two pairs, both black. A very high 5" spike heel and an insanely high 6" wedge heel. The cost was horrendous, but Rob simply waved it off as money well-spent.

With considerable goading from Rob, and despite her better judgement Cindy wore the wedge heel boots out of the store.

It was a struggle, and within a block Cindy had to find somewhere to sit down and rest her aching legs. They easily found a pleasant sidewalk cafe, and ordered wine and cheese.

As Cindy relaxed and massaged her calves, she couldn't help but notice the admiring glances directed her way from all of the men and many of the women. Her new boots were a sexy hit, and that realization eased some of her pain.

Rob in the meantime, suddenly realized that he had left his sun glasses on the counter back at the store. He ran off to retrieve them, leaving Cindy to relax and prepare for the walk back to the hotel.

He was gone a surprisingly long time, but returned with the glasses and a big smile. Cindy was suspicious. She suspected that he had made another purchase, but he wouldn't admit to anything.

The walk back to the hotel was punctuated with a couple more stops for Cindy to rest her feet and legs, but as time wore on, she found that the boots' excellent design allowed her legs to become accustomed to the style and height, and by the time they got back to their room, she was feeling OK. Especially after Rob gave her a long sensuous massage, and a good screwing.

She wore the spike heel boots to a nearby restaurant for dinner that night. Again, she found that the boot's craftmanship allowed her legs to quickly become accustomed to the extreme height and the affect it had on her stride. Her feet and legs protested at first, but eventually settled in for the duration. Cindy thoroughly enjoyed the height they gave her, and the admiring looks they earned from the people around them. She felt thoroughly sexed up by the end of the evening and was looking forward to another massage followed by good sex. The orgasms she had been achieving as of late were the best she could ever remember. She wanted them to continue, and looked forward to even more mind-blowing experiences to come.

It was another great night for them both. Cindy had multiple orgasms and Rob got off dreaming of the events planned for tomorrow.

(Day 9)

Rob timed their morning to allow them to arrive at Amour Fétiche soon after the store opened. Cindy, on Rob's insistence had her new, sexy wedge heeled boots on. She found them a bit easier to walk in today, and of course they contributed to her now nearly constant state of arousal.

Both of them were excited by what was to come. Cindy was also a bit apprehensive as she had no idea what Rob had ordered for her.

When they arrived, they were greeted enthusiastically by both sales girls from the original session, along with the store's owner, introduced as,' La Madame', a majestic X-model of middle age with a commanding way about her. She explained in excellent English that she had made it a point to be in the store today to meet with the new customers who had placed such a substantial and special order.

At that Cindy got even more nervous. What on earth had Rob done?

She expected to pick up just a couple of items, perhaps try one or two on for fit, and hurry back to the hotel to test and model them in private, for Rob. Of course, she also expected to finish up with a super session of sex afterwards.

But now, she was told that each piece had to be tried on and examined for a perfect fit, before they could leave the store. She also found out that there were 12 pieces in total!

My God! she thought, how much had Rob spent, and how much trouble am I in? The thought of him turning her into some sort of latex princess suddenly made her so excited that she almost danced with excitement. She had never before dreamed of carrying one of her fetishes this far.

And so, it began. She and Rob, along with the original sales girl and the elegant manager all moved into a very nice fitting room. There were mirrors, comfortable chairs for Rob and the madam, and a curtained dressing room for Cindy and the sales girl who would help with the dressing. At the last minute, however, the madam decided that she should handle the dressing and pushed the sales girl out to keep Rob company.

The manager immediately took charge and ordered Cindy to strip. She then turned to a huge stack of boxes and opened the first of the many garments Cindy was to try on and take home.

Cindy was shocked by both the commanding tome of, La Madame, and the huge collection of boxes present.

She realized that this was going to be a long and trying session, one that would probably be very embarrassing, and she had to admit very exciting.

It turned out that there were three cat suits, three body suits, three hoods, four corsets, three pairs of gloves, three panties, three bras and four pairs of stockings. Everything was in very nice latex, except for two of the corsets, that were in leather. The latex appeared to be not too thin, and not too thick - just perfect!

In each case the three items varied in color, black, royal blue and white, and in some cases in design.

The cat suits were in the three colors. The black suit had zippers in the crotch and up the back. It also included oversized and padded cups for her breasts - they looked like Double-Ds, and integral plugs for both her pussy and anus. The royal blue suit had cups that fit her breasts perfectly and two zippers and integral plugs for both her pussy and anus. The white suit had padded breasts but only a back zipper and the two plugs. Otherwise all three included high collars, sleeves to the wrist and leggings with matching but separate socks.

The body suits were very much like the cat suits but had no sleeves or leggings.

The plugs in both the cat and body suits could be swapped out. There were several sizes, and two types, either vibrating or inert. All could be locked in place, and the vibrating plugs included small wireless remote controls.

There were three sets of long latex gloves, to match the cat suits.

In addition to the 'normal' royal blue gloves, there was an odd second pair that included built-in boning that held the hands stiffly in a natural position, but prevented gripping or moving of the fingers. They made the hands look natural, but they were essentially useless

The high-waisted panties also had zippers to close them at the waist, but no opening or zipper in the crotch. The Black pantie had a plug for the pussy, the royal blue had one for the anus and the white one had two plugs.