Jeff and Lisa's custard bin adventure Part 7. For Jeff.

Warning: This chapter contains elements of bondage & humiliation & claustrophobia.

Not for the faint-hearted or light reading before bed or bath time.

This work is fiction & I do not recommend anyone attempts in real life the elements portrayed in this text.

By PrimeSlimeTime. (C) UMD.net 2019.

She disappeared in the dark & hit a switch on the wall, a set of very dim soft green lights appearing on the floor. There stood alarge bucket or a bin on a stand or frame, reminding me of an adult-sized egg in two halves, the top on a swinging hinge like a tiny space capsule. In horror i realised this was the other toy she spoke of, that couldn't be moved, the one she wouldn't part with. It was big, Lisa taking my hand and leading me over to it, showing me inside. Asybianwas mounted on the bottom for extra enhancement for her she said and plenty of room for two. She stepped up into it then got down on her knees asking me to close the lid on over the top of her. There were vent holes in the top section for air, and a hose connected it to a pump system like an old school retro salon hair dryer, except you sat in the thing and it covered you over, nothing that I have ever imagined in a device comes close to it.

She lifted the lid; it was light enough to lift & close easily, no chance of you getting stuck in it, the rim of the bottom half lined with a seal that closed the two sections together, preventing spillage, although there was no doubt it would get very messy both inside and out. She hit a switch, and it purred softly into life, the vibrating motion gentle like a massage chair, her then switching it off, the dangerous looking device now silent and unmoving. She helped me to get inside telling me to relax, her feeling excited that we would test it together and helped me to sit down our legs crossing over each other, and sitting was comfortable, a cushioned mat and sides contouring to your body position and you could move around easily, the amount of room in it once you got comfortable was surprising. She hit a switch and some soft lights appeared giving you enough light to see and we wrapped around each other as she closed the lid, another switch turning the motor on, the feeling of the vibrations eerie to experience.

Another switch pressed, and the pump came to life, a shower head like device spraying down on us both, the liquid felt silky and warm and non-toxic on your body she said, and we quickly got very slimy and able to slosh around in it, her taking my hands to her body, her clothes and skin warm and slimy, our mouths touching as we moved closer together, the bin slowly filling to our waists, her hands reaching to my slimy erection in my suit pants, getting me out and hard instantly, teasing me with her fingers, my hands on her stocking clad legs, her body silky smooth in the warm substance, as the lights changed, an eerie uv like glow on our bodies, a chemical in the slime making it glow and change colour in the lights in the bin. I moved a free hand feeling for her breasts, the sensation of it intoxicating, her body responding to my touch, my other hand, on her knickers pressing down on her sensitive places, her handing me a small toy, and I began to press it against her against her knickers under the slime, her moans and shaking body response enough that I was doing it right, slipping the toy into her gently and covering it over with her knickers pulling them out and up at the waistband filling them with the slime accidently finding the switch and turning it up a notch, making her cry out oh fuck, and shake, her cumming hard already on the toy, then she removed it and shifted her position, pushing the Sybian aside, and straddled me, sliding down on my full length when she found it, our arms around each other as she rode my full length gently, the bin now filled halfway with the warm glowing slime, our clothes and bodies glowing from the various colours the lights gave off.

I asked if she did this often, her shaking head a sign it was a private as needed thing, her efforts to get this machine in the first place something I couldn't believe. The bin filled, us now up to our necks in it, as we squeezed the air out of our jackets filling them with the slimy substance as we slowly fucked, her level of stamina amazing, grinding away slowly, a marathon in progress between us in her slime bin, she pulled my pants out as she rode me, filling them with the slime like a marshmallow, all spongy and squishy, making me cum inside her more than once, her cumming once more then we stopped, getting our breath back. A drain somehow opened allowing the slime to escape, and we then soaked in warm water, getting a shower as we sat in her custard bin as she called it, having a good rinse off, my senses reeling at this amazing machine, something Hollywood could never dream up, I never would have thought these things about her possible, and we hadn't done a stitch of work yet, it starting to play on my mind if I would get out of her place alive, these events of the last day or so blowing my mind.

We got out of our clothes by switching positions; her undressing me fully, the shower head doing its thing to clean us off, not a drop of slime left in the bin by the time we finished, no idea what time it was or how long we had been in the room, I helped to take her clothes off, kissing and fondling her, making this experience last as long as I could, the memory of it I would never forget, the events of our time together unrepeatable and undiscussable, no one would find these things out ever. She eventually turned the pump off, the machines purring silenced, my head spinning for a time, and she opened the lit and stood up, helping me to my feet and to get out, as I slumped to the floor exhausted and broken. I felt her drop some fresh towels on me and kneeling beside me, drying me off, I could barely move, her comforting words in my ears, asking if I was ok. I had survived the ordeal, now shaking from the experience, and she closed the lid on her machine, and started it up again her telling me it was the washing and cleaning cycle, cleaning our wrecked clothes and itself in the process as she helped me to my feet.

Opening the door as we left the room, the burning light was intense, It was not long after morning so I thought; her telling me it was now about lunch time as she led me back to her bathroom, tossing me another robe and taking one for herself, we then went back to the upstairs bar lounge and she made me a coffee, her robe open, her body supple, her curves amazing to look at; I was feeling my sixty years of age, exhausted and broken. Lisa had taken me to places I didn't know existed, and she returned to her seat next to me, switching on the Belaric Cafe channel on her tv, I suddenly realised the power was now back on, and she wrapped herself around me, thanking me for spending this time with her, kissing me softly, offering me a hairbrush and turning around asking me to brush out her hair, and I took my time to gently massage her shoulders and neck, brushing her hair through, her shaking it out afterwards; it falling naturally around her face and shoulders, a gleam in her eye and her smiling at me. Her beauty to me was overwhelming, and I wrapped my arms around her lovingly, asking her to warn me about anything else dangerous in future before it happened, her laughing that I was way in over my head; her leading me to the other dry couch and we lay down on it; her wrapping around me as we relaxed and snuggled up; the blinds closing over in the early afternoon sun, dimming the light in the room, the soft breeze filling the room with the scent of pine and jasmine from the nearby golf course, telling me we were having dinner at the golf club next door, but we would get some rest, and we lay down to sleep, snuggling up together, her opening up and covering us over with the plush robes, her leg over me, her arms around me, as we kissed and caressed each other falling asleep as the day wore into afternoon around us.

Continued.