"A Few Hours: Unconventional Therapy"
Updated: Sep 28, 2020
Gorgeous supermodel Tiffany Morgan had always enjoyed trying on new outfits and clothing for as long as she could remember, but nothing had as huge of an impact on her than when she tried on her first piece of tight latex. Tiffany had been commissioned to model several pieces for an upcoming ad campaign and the experience was life changing, to say the least.
After a short time, it became an addiction for Tiffany. An addiction that she couldn’t break. She began wearing latex more and more with every opportunity she could. After several months of being unable to break this addiction, Tiffany decided that she might need some help and scheduled a therapy session with a local psychologist named Dr. Beauchamp who specializes in addiction of many different kinds.
A few days later, Tiffany found herself in the parking lot of Dr. Beauchamp’s offices as she waited nervously for her appointment. Tiffany can see a closed wooden door with ‘Dr. Veronica Beauchamp’ written on a plaque on the outside of the door. Tiffany stands for a moment and inhales deeply. She balls her right knuckle into a fist and gives a light tap to the door.
“Come in.” The voice says more loudly as if directed at Tiffany. Tiffany slowly turns the door knob and pushes the door open. A tall, voluptuous woman can be seen sitting at a large wooden desk.
“Please, have a seat.” The woman says to Tiffany. Tiffany walks in slowly and sits down in one of the two chairs positioned on the opposing side of the desk from the woman.
“You must be Tiffany. I’m Dr. Beauchamp, but you can call me Veronica. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Dr. Beauchamp introduces herself and stands up from her desk to shake Tiffany’s hand. Tiffany stands quickly and reaches over to shake her hand.
“Nice to meet you Dr. Beauch...er, Veronica.” Tiffany says nervously. Dr. Beauchamp looks Tiffany up and down, observing Tiffany’s wardrobe choice.
“Don’t worry Miss Morgan. I think that I may be able to help you.” Dr. Beauchamp says with a smirk on her face. Tiffany looks up at Dr. Beauchamp with a smile.
“Really? That’d be great!” She says enthusiastically.
“Absolutely. But I must say, it may be a bit...unorthodox.” Dr. Beauchamp warns.
“That’s okay. Anything you can do to try to help would be amazing!” Tiffany says.
“Great! The fact that you are willing to participate is the first hurdle toward recovery.” Dr. Beauchamp informs Tiffany.
“Let me ask you Miss Morgan, are you familiar with exposure therapy?” Dr. Beauchamp asks with a devious smile on her face. Tiffany’s eyes widen slightly in worry as she just looks at Dr. Beauchamp.
“Umm….” Tiffany says nervously as two orderlies enter Dr. Beauchamp’s office.
A short time later, Tiffany finds herself at the mercy of Dr. Beauchamp’s cunning and deceptive ruse while in the clutches of a straitjacket suit made entirely of latex that completely encases Tiffany’s nude body, including her head and face. Tiffany’s hair has been pulled through a hole in the top of her latex hood and is the only portion of her body that is not subject to the tight rubber encasement. Tiffany’s straitjacket is adorned with several latex straps that assist in holding it’s captive’s limbs strictly and securely in place. Dr. Beauchamp’s method is to overexpose Tiffany to the feeling, sounds and odors of latex for an extended period of time in hopes that her obsession for latex might be satiated, but Dr. Beauchamp’s plan backfired. Not only did Tiffany not lose her appetite for latex clothing, but the total latex encasement amplified her obsession. The tight rubber straitjacket drives her wild with excitement. Tiffany begins to squirm and struggle in her bondage, not in an attempt to free herself, but to feel the sensation of the rubber against every inch of her skin. Her nipples become hardened with ecstasy as0 she thrusts her hips into the latex belt strapped tightly into her crotch and vagina. Tiffany moans sensually as she squirms and gyrates in her tight latex bondage. Her moans are muffled severally by the large wad of cloth held in her mouth by the clear latex hood wrapped tightly around her head.
Tiffany doesn’t put any thought into her situation or how she will get herself out. She is literally and figuratively caught in the moment and has no chance of escaping. At this point in Tiffany’s life, she has no interest in ever coming out of her inescapable restraints.