Delayed Gratification

 Gwen had been very naughty. Her Master was not happy.

"You were specifically instructed to not play by yourself this week. I had a whole scene planned based on you being overly excitable and very frustrated." Usually, Gwen's sex toy collection was meticulously organized and properly displayed on her shelves, but at the moment an assortment of vibrators, dildos, and bondage gear lay strewn about the room, piles of latex and lingerie discarded carelessly on or around the bed. "Does this look like 'no play' to you?"

Gwen kneeled on the floor, naked except for a leather collar with a steel ring. She glanced around the room and surveyed the damage of her sexual escapades, before returning her eyes to the ground. "No, Sir."

"Well, since you saw fit to ignore my instructions and play with yourself without me," he chided, "I will be playing with yourself without you."

He crossed the room to the wardrobe of full of various skinsuits and body parts, and retrieved a box with a label marked "Chad" on the side. He pulled the Chad mask and heavy two-piece skinsuit from the box, the top half "shirt" thick with fake musculature, the bottom "pants" also muscled but showing an impressively-thick cock sleeve. Chad worked out, and was hung. Gwen couldn't help but grin - usually the arrival of Chad meant she would either be on the receiving end of that shaft, or she would be outfitted with a double dildo to be giving it to someone else.

Seeing the grin, her Master chided, "Not so fast! This isn't going to be a typical Chad day." He produced a small package from on top of the cabinet, still with its mailing labels attached. "I had been saving this for an occasion when you had been particularly disobedient, and I think this qualifies." Master's little "surprises" always meant an interesting time was about to be had. As he began to unwrap the package, Gwen became increasingly wet with anticipation. With a short bark of "up!" he yanked on her collar to get her to stand, before gently spreading her legs apart.

First he took from the box a pair of thick black rubber discs, and retrieved the small hand pump from her favorite inflatable gag. Rather than putting the disks into her mouth, he attached the pump to the bottom of one. Raising the disk to her small breast, he held it over her left nipple. With a few quick pumps, the disk suctioned into place, holding there as he removed the pump. He repeated the process with the other side. To Gwen, it felt like someone gently suckling on both of her nipples at the same time. He then rubbed his finger across her now perfectly-smooth breast, flicking the hard rubber where her nipple should be. Gwen shook her head dejectedly to indicate that she could feel nothing through the hard shell. Her Master nodded with approval before reaching back in the box.

This time he pulled out what appeared to be a black rubber sports cup. Turning it over he revealed a pair of small dildos attached to the inside. Applying a bit of lube, he lined them up to her holes and slid the device home into Gwen's pussy and ass. Glancing down, she saw that she now had a perfectly smooth black rubber mons where her pussy should be. She rotated her hips slightly to see if she could get any stimulation from the dildos before a quick slap on her ass from her Master stopped her. "None of that." He again retrieved the pump, slipping it between her ass cheeks and gently inflated the dildo in her ass. He reattached it slightly lower and repeated with the dildo in her pussy, filling her completely. "There, now try." Gwen obliged, and again aside from the intense fullness, she could not feel anything. Master grabbed a vibrator from the discarded pile on the floor, but as it roared to life, again Gwen could feel only the slightest of sensations. She wiggled her hips against the wand and moaned in frustration. "Perfect," he remarked.

He then took a thick black dildo from the pile, and shoved its suction cup base against her new, inaccessible rubber pussy. It held fast, rubber against rubber, giving her a rather impressive cock. Gwen leered and reached for it but Master slapped her hand away, "there will be plenty of that later." Instead, he pointed to the silicone layers of Chad laying in a heap on the bed. "Get dressed. I'll be back in a moment."

Gwen picked up the bottom first, sliding her slim legs into Chad's gym body. The rippling muscles on the legs deformed strangely as her feet slipped into his own. Pulling the "pants" up further, she applied lube to her cock and carefully aligned it into the massive sleeve of Chad's own. Thrusting it inside, she realized she used too much of the cum-looking lube, as the black rubber head poked entirely out of Chad's simulated urethra. She pushed it back in with one finger, licking the lube off, before sliding Chad's muscled ass up to cover her own. She paused and pouted for a moment, as the textured sleeve that should be in her own ass had no place to go, so she simply slid it between her cheeks. This indeed would be a frustrating punishment.

She then plunged her head into the top half of Chad, inserting her hands down through the bulky arms and into the gloves attached at the bottom. Chad had slim hands thankfully, or it would have been impossible to hold anything. His developed pecs enclosed her own breasts leaving not even a hint of a bulge. Last, she put her hair into a hairnet, and plunged her head into the mask that would complete Chad. She carefully tucked the edge of the mask under the neck of the suit, perfecting the illusion.

She grabbed a pair of boxers, a t-shirt and jeans from the collection of men's clothes. Slipping them on, she completed the outfit with a pair of men's work boots, which she added a pair of heel-lifts into, giving her a suitable male height. She looked herself over in the mirror - for anyone seeing her on the street, there would be absolutely no question that she was definitely, completely 100% a Chad.

That thought filled her with lust, as her hand searched out Chad's thick bulge in the jeans. His permanently-erect cock only drove her on more, and she unzipped the pants again and fished out the massive tool from his boxers. She began to stroke it slowly, though she could not feel any of the sensations, watching herself jerk her cock caused her pussy to pulsate from anticipation.

A not-particularly-girly falsetto chirped from the doorway, "is that for me, stud?" Turning, she saw another of her own personas staring back at her. The busty, bubbly Cindy, with her astonishing curves squeezed into the littlest of little black dresses, leaned against the door frame, watching her closely. This Cindy was about six inches taller than her own version, however. She walked over to Chad, using a delicate hand tipped with pink nails to unwrap his hand from his cock, and replaced it with her own. Master's stern voice came through Cindy's plump red lips, "I told you - there will be plenty of time for that *later*." He then slapped the cock playfully before zipping it back into her pants. "We're late for dinner."

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At dinner, Cindy attempted to make smalltalk, but Gwen-as-Chad was entirely too full and too frustrated to keep up her end. Every few minutes she'd grind her ass against the hard wooden chair, attempting to draw some sort of sensation from her thick rubber prison, to no avail. "Do you have ants in your pants Chaddy? You keep squirming in your seat!" Cindy gave him a wicked grin, but Master's hard eyes beneath the mask. "Oh, I guess I pulled a muscle, *working out* earlier," Gwen responded in her best Chad voice. It wouldn't have passed under any closer inspection, but everyone they encountered either was staring at Cindy's impressive ass poking out the top of her backless dress, her huge tits wobbling unrealistically as she moved - or, of course, at Chad's massive bulge straining against the denim. It made for perfect camouflage.

Chad stirred listlessly at the vegetables strewn about his plate - gymrat food, of course. The waiter returned, his eyes never moving above Cindy's unnatural cleavage, and asked if there was anything more they'd like? Cindy let out a small squeal, "oh yes, we definitely will have another bottle of wine and then I'd like to see a dessert menu!" Chad glared at her from across the table. Under the table, Cindy ran the tall heel of her shoe up the inside of his thigh, and quipped, "we so rarely go out like this - we really should enjoy ourselves." Inside, Gwen fumed.

Cindy had proceeded to order two separate rounds of desserts, both of which she hardly touched, and Gwen knew it was just out of spite. Master could be very creative in his punishments.

At long last, Cindy eventually leaned across the table, nearly knocking over both wine glasses with her overly-full breasts, while pushing her foot against Chad's crotch. "Why don't we get out of here?"

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Master clearly had also been frustrated by the long and involved psychological foreplay, as Cindy tore off all of Chad's clothing before they'd barely stepped through the door. Using his artificial manhood as a lead, she navigated him to the bedroom and shoved him down on the bed. Hiking up her short dress to reveal the tops of her thigh-high stockings, she climbed on top of him.

"I think you've earned at *a little* fun" Master told her. Slipping down the thin straps of the dress, Cindy revealed her massive, unnatural tits and shoved them into Chad's face. Gwen dutifully suckled at the silicone teats presented to her, squeezing them to elicit very un-ladylike moans from Master.

Cindy then wrapped her hand around Chad's thick and very hard cock and gave it a couple of appreciative strokes. She plunged it into her artificial womb, where Gwen knew it was rubbing against Master's own concealed cock. Cindy rode Chad very slowly, savoring each thrust, member grinding against member. Gwen was already incredibly aroused in her latex cocoon, and she could feel her juices flooding out of her and escaping the bottom of the suit.

Gwen could tell Master was getting close to finishing - at least for his first round - as Cindy quickly climbed off, and got on all fours. "Now for your reward. Quick, put that huge cock into my ass!" Gwen-as-Chad needed no additional prompting, and climbed behind Cindy. Grabbing deep into the silicone as handholds, she plunged her member between the enhanced cheeks. This plainly did not feel like an act of submission on Master's part, but rather fully being in control of his own pleasure as Cindy.

Master suddenly cried out, grabbing the sheets of the bed, as he exploded in pleasure. As Gwen withdrew her cock from Cindy's ass, she saw Master's very real cum dribbling out of Cindy's very fake pussy.

Master was quiet for a few moments, breathing heavily. But clearly he was not done yet. He reached between the delicate folds of Cindy's flower and withdrew his still-hard member from within, poking awkwardly out from her mons.

Slipping his fingers in the waistband of Chad's fake skin, he quickly slid down the silicone pants to the bottom of Gwen's hips, revealing the dildo that held Chad's shaft at attention embedded in the thick sleeve. Carefully he detached it from the front of her smooth black enclosure, and removed it from the sheath still slick with lube, before pulling the pants back up. Chad's cock now looked somewhat deflated and spent.

He generously applied lube to a finger and began circling the head of Chad's limp cock. Pushing hard against the head, he inserted it deep into what, on a real man, would have been his urethra. He met Gwen's eyes through Chad's own visage, "I've always wondered how docking would feel, haven't you?" Applying yet more lube to his own cock, Master shoved it against the tip of Chad's much larger one until it was totally engulfed. Straining he shoved against Chad until the head of Master's cock reached Gwen's hard rubber pussy inside. He tried a few thrusts, savoring the feeling of the ribbed cock sleeve interior.

Withdrawing, he lay Chad down on the bed, slipping a pillow underneath his hips. "Now, my turn to use you." He raised Chad's legs up to his head, revealing his toned silicone ass. He slid his still-slick cock into the waiting hole, deep into the silicone sheath sitting between Gwen's cheeks. Gwen moaned in frustration - she could only feel the his weight atop her and the gyrations of his hips pressing against her. That sleeve *should* have been in her ass so she could enjoy this properly!

Master enjoyed her fake ass for a long time, savoring the textured interior with long, slow strokes. When he could bear it no longer, he withdrew his dripping cock. He lay next to Chad, slapping the shapely ass and said, "Good boy. Ok, get on top." Chad climbed astride Cindy's luscious fake body, and gave Master's cock a few strokes. He was about to slip it back into his fake ass when Master stopped his hand. "Wait, I want to try a different way. He searched behind Chad's rubbery testicles, pulling them forward slightly to reveal a small hole, which under other circumstances would give access to Gwen's pussy while she was wearing the suit. He slipped his cock deep into the opening, in front of Gwen's rubber mound. The space above Chad's artificial cock bulged as Master thrust in between the layer of silicone and Gwen's real skin. She reached a meaty hand down into the front of the silicone suit, to begin giving Master a hand job inside her plastic body.

As he drew close, he stopped Chad's hand again. "Why don't you finish us off together?" Master grinned through Cindy's face. He withdrew slightly, and adjusted his angle ever so slightly. He was then able to slip his own cock into the inside of Chad's sheath, filling it completely and leaving it rock hard once again. Gwen returned the grin and got the idea, and began vigorously stroking her new, shared rod. Master-within-Cindy-within-Chad quickly exploded in orgasm, cum spewing from the head of Chad's layered cock.

Her Master slipped himself out, and nodded with approval. "You've been a very good girl, let's finish you off too." Gwen frantically began shoving down her silicone pants, while master once again retrieved the pump handle to deflate the rubber pussy-shield. She gasped loudly as he slowly slid the pair of dildos back out of her, slick and dripping with her wetness. It took only moments of grinding against her favorite wand before it was her turn to erupt with moans and shudders. She nearly passed out from the intensity of the delayed orgasm after so much play.

After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, Master asked, "so, you'll follow directions from now on?"

"Yes Sir," she lied.