Swim-Slave
By Mr. Scade
“You should try it on.” Sophia sounded convincing; sitting among cushions with her legs crossed, a gleaming smile painting her face, her small and red-nailed hand supporting her round chin, and with her voice a soft caress of mint and joy, she was the personification of charm.
She was talking to Atlee, her friend and roommate. Atlee was tall, with a mane of blue-dyed hair styled short and crispy on one side; flat and long on the other. Paradoxically, she was a self-conscious girl that tended to shy away from compliments. Sophia always corrected her posture; always reminding Atlee that if she didn’t want to be noticed she should not style herself so inconspicuously.
Atlee was holding a swimsuit in her hands, one eyebrow raised. It was black all over, with two crimson stripes on its sides and a small azure triangle on the middle of the chest. Turning it over in her hands Atlee realized it was not like others she had seen; instead of an open back and shoulder straps to hold it in place, the suit had a zipper on the back that would completely enclose someone in its soft material.
She looked at it with a mix of distaste and annoyance. Atlee was not fond of any kind of swimwear, preferring to remain clear of any situation that required her to wear it. Or any situation where she would be required to show more skin than her face and hands, for that matter. The girl didn’t even own a swimsuit!
“You know I don’t wear...” Atlee searched for the right word, “... stuff like this.” A pause. “No offence.”
Atlee found herself thinking back to what her grandmother used to say, “Never reject gifts,” Her matronly voice chewed away at things inside Atlee. Suddenly she felt ashamed and angry at herself.
Faintly, Sophia frowned, but before Atlee could realize the change she removed herself from the cushions on the floor and made her way towards Atlee. Atlee looked at her friend and couldn’t help but wonder how the girl managed to be so cheerful sometimes. She found herself smiling. It was contagious, the cheerfulness.
“I know that, Atlee.” Sophia wrapped her arms around her friend’s waist and chuckled to herself; feeling Atlee shying and shrinking away could be so fun sometimes. “But you have to try different things every now and then. Break the monotony. Besides, with your curves, you will look breathtaking in it.”
Atlee wanted to shrink to a size that would allow her to escape her friends bear grip, but that was a feat just short of impossible—once Sophia set her mind on hugging you, you were in for a prolonged spell of human contact.
Atlee sighed, giving up on her struggle before it even began.
“Just try it on,” Sophia whispered on Atlee’s ear, “You know, just for fun. Trust me, you will love it.”
Atlee shivered and abruptly pulled away; Sophia broke her grip, her singsong laugh filled the room, and, more specifically, Atlee’s ear. Atlee had her right hand covering her ear as if nursing it from frostbite; she could feel Sophia’s words ringing in there.
“You are ten levels of fun and more, girl!” Sophia giggled.
Atlee groaned.
“You know I don’t like swimsuits.” Atlee said lower than she intended to. She frowned at herself and moved her hand away from her ear towards the shorthaired side of her head. She shivered again—it was almost as if she could still feel Sophia’s breath caressing her ear.
Sophia smiled and placed her hands on Atlee’s shoulders. She looked right into her friend’s eyes and said, “Give me one good reason not to wear that suit.”
Atlee opened her mouth, hesitated and then began to close it. Before she pressed her lips together, Sophia interjected.
“See! I knew it!” Sophia said, laughing girlishly. “You have no reason not to wear it, Atlee. I mean, who is going to see you? Me? You don’t care what I say about you.” Atlee smirked at that. “Oh, you know it, you devil. Now, would you go and put it on like a good girl?”
Suddenly Atlee shivered again. She moved her fingers on her left hand and finally realized that she still held the black swimsuit in her hand. She frowned momentarily, wondering why she had not let go of it. Wait, she thought suddenly, her attention drifting elsewhere, did her voice sound more... seductive?
“No.” Atlee said before her thoughts took her to a place where Sophia would easily manipulate her actions. Yet it was tempting to go there and wonder, even if it may have just been her imagination.
Sophia pouted and moved away from Atlee, her arms undulating at her sides like two out-of-control pendulums. She stared at Atlee for a long while, not saying anything; her stare was penetrating and strong and it made the blue-haired girl shy away. Atlee looked away, and Sophia’s eyes moved for a split second, inspecting Atlee’s hand. When she returned to face her, Sophia was smiling again.
“Okay, I have an idea. I will wear mine with you. I know you feel more at ease if everyone else is dressed the same.” Sophia said, her eyes looking right into Atlee’s.
Atlee smiled. Sophia was so cheerful and she knew how to make her participate—it was her thing. Atlee brought her hands together, and for the second time realized that the swimsuit was still in her left hand, though this time her fingers were mindlessly caressing the fabric. Odd, she thought.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Sophia said and then quickly cupped her hands around Atlee’s. Atlee noticed that the girl’s eyes suddenly unfocused and seemed to glaze once her hands touched her own. No, Atlee thought, not my hands—the swimsuit.
Before Atlee could say anything or think further on the matter, Sophia hauled her away towards her own room. She almost tripped over twice, yet her hand never let go of the swimsuit.
Then another thought occurred to her: Why haven’t I let go of the suit? While Sophia closed the door behind her, Atlee stared at the swimsuit. Her fingers were still caressing the fabric, and she finally realized just how smooth and soft it felt. Even better than silk, she thought.
Her question had been answered.
“You want to feel that swimsuit on your skin, Atlee.” Sophia’s voice was a sudden breath caressing her nape.
Atlee shivered imperceptibly and brought her free hand to her ear.
“I... I will try it on only if you do it too.” She didn’t realize just how distant her voice sounded.
Suddenly Atlee felt arms wrap around her waist and chest. They were warm with care and felt utterly delightful against her skin through the layers of clothing. She didn’t shy away this time.
Atlee felt the soft caress around her nape before she heard the words and her heart suddenly began to beat faster. The smell of mint filled her nose too. “Atlee,” The voice was a whisper yet it penetrated so deep into Atlee’s ears that she could feel the words licking the bones in there. “You want to try the suit on.” Sophia pressed her hands against Atlee’s body and rocked from side to side.
Atlee let out a sigh and relaxed her muscles. She was enjoying the way Sophia rocked her. It was strange, she usually didn’t like to be held, but whatever Sophia was doing felt good. Almost as good as the swimsuit in her hand, she thought.
Atlee’s eyes widened and she looked down at her hand. The black garment was still there, but it was now pressed against her waist, her t-shirt raised awkwardly. And it felt so good. She tried to lessen her grip on the swimsuit, but she found that her hand was unresponsive; it felt too relaxed and soft to obey her. Why can’t I throw it away? Atlee began to panic.
“Sshhh,” Atlee felt herself relaxing at the caress of Sophia’s voice. “Don’t worry, Atlee. You’ll like it.” Sophia’s whisper was soothing and convincing. “The suit feels just too good to throw away. It wants you to wear it—you want to wear it.”
Atlee nodded absentmindedly. The panic subsided. Her heartbeat relaxed. And she sighed happily.
“What are you doing, Sophia?” Atlee whispered, her eyes closed and a passive smile on her face. Her left hand lifted her t-shirt to allow the swimsuit to rub against skin.
Sophia kissed Atlee’s neck and Atlee shuddered all over. “Shhhh, girl.” Sophia whispered luridly. “Just enjoy the feeling. All your questions will be answered in due time.” Sophia licked her lips.
Atlee tried to shy away, but her body wouldn’t answer. She tried to think about what was happening, but the questions wouldn’t form. She tried to tell Sophia no, but the word escaped her. Deep inside she tried to fight what Sophia was doing, but how to fight something if you had no idea what it was?
Sophia pulled away leaving Atlee longing for her touch. In the second that it took Sophia to place her hands on Atlee’s body Atlee’s left hand began to pull her trousers down and rub the swimsuit on more of her skin. It really feels good, she thought, too good.
“Sophia... I feel...” Atlee whispered, silent moans forming on her lips as the smooth fabric of the swimsuit rubbed against her belly. “What are you doing?”
Sophia didn’t answer. She just began to help Atlee’s hands undress her. Her trousers were the first to come off and then her t-shirt. The underwear remained on for a while longer as the two struggled to remove it from Atlee’s almost-limp body.
Atlee felt more naked than she was. She felt her mind probed, her body violated, her personality ignored... and she didn’t care. Something was happening; that she understood. And quite frankly she didn’t care.
“I am giving you something so marvellous you will thank me forever.” Sophia said softly, her eyes locked on Atlee’s. Her smile was warm, inviting and sensual and Atlee couldn’t help but imitate it.
Sophia then took Atlee’s left hand in hers and opened it, taking the swimsuit away. Atlee’s chest contracted. Suddenly she felt an aching for the garment; she longed for it; she needed it. Her hands twitch and try to reach out for the suit, but something stops them. Something stops Atlee from moving and doing what she wanted to do.
Sophia noticed the change in Atlee’s demeanour and smiled. She took the swimsuit and held it in front of Atlee; both girls’ stares fell on the black garment and were lost on it. Atlee relaxed a bit; seeing the swimsuit filled her with comfort.
“Do you want this, Atlee?”
“Yes.” The response came immediately.
“Good girl.” Sophia said.
The process was a silent one; Atlee allowed Sophia to touch her body and dress her with only a passive smile on her face. The moment the black garment touched her legs Atlee felt a whole world of pleasure fill her. It was as if Aphrodite had touched her legs. Then the swimsuit began to be pulled up and Atlee felt her heartbeat increasing, thundering in her chest as if it were a horror movie’s score; the more the suit neared her crotch, the more her heart thundered.
Sophia ran a hand over Atlee’s thighs just as the swimsuit’s gusset touched her sex. Atlee shuddered hard and threatened to lose her balance. Sophia held her tight, one hand rubbing the girl’s black and shiny buttocks.
“Careful, love. We don’t want you hurting yourself.” Sophia held Atlee close.
“Sophia,” Atlee’s voice was a pleading moan-whisper. “More... I want more.” Her mind was not working; too overpowered by arousal and whatever the swimsuit gave her.
“Shhhhh, love. I said you would love the suit.” Sophia smiled as her hands kept on working, pulling the swimsuit to cover Atlee’s waist and then belly.
Atlee’s toes curled and her breathing came in deep, hissing moans. She wanted to help Sophia dress her faster, but something told her that this was the proper way. Sophia knew what she was doing. She knew what was best for Atlee.
An eternity passed for Atlee. She could feel the swimsuit covering her body like it was a glacier, slowly moving and all mighty. It crawled slowly up her body, covering millimetres of skin with every pull and tug from Sophia’s hands. Each second covering more and more skin until the eternity passed and her arms went through two holes that created shoulder straps, before her breasts and chest were covered in black and azure, before her sides palpitated under crimson, before her back longed for the zipper to be closed.
“Sophia... yes.... I want it...” Atlee mumbled, her eyes closed, her hands travelling over her covered body. She felt weak at the knees, and even weaker in her mind.
Sophia stared at her friend’s face, a lurid smile painting her lips; her hands moved down Atlee’s sides and a moan escaped her lips. Sophia was enjoying this as much as Atlee, and perhaps even more.
“Soon, love. Soon you will be just like me.” Sophia’s voice was a purr.
Atlee felt soft hands touch hers and move them away from her perfect covered skin. She whimpered. When she opened her eyes, Atlee saw that Sophia was using her hands to help her undress. Atlee didn’t question it and just did as she was beckoned.
She felt as if she was in a dream, not quite thinking and just flowing from one action to the next. Her hands worked on Sophia’s shirt’s buttons, the coarse fabric rubbing over something that felt glorious. Atlee’s breathing increased as she realized that Sophia was wearing a swimsuit underneath her clothes. She smiled and removed her shirt, letting it fall to the floor as she pushed her breasts for Atlee to appreciate.
Atlee was mesmerized. Her eyes were savouring Sophia’s frame; her swimsuit-clad curves looked perfect and entrancing. She wanted to reach, to touch, to hold. But first she had to see her whole.
Atlee quickly removed Sophia’s trousers and kicked them away from, as if afraid they would crawl back up her legs and cover her precious, blue-clad crotch.
“I see you love what you see, my swimsuit love.” Sophia said, her hands rubbing all over her blue swimsuit. It was just like Atlee’s, but it had no design on it. Just perfectly shiny, tight and encasing blue material. “Go ahead, touch it.”
Atlee obeyed, her hands travelling over Sophia’s body. Sophia moaned, and the sound made Atlee momentarily forget that she had yet to zipper up her own swimsuit. It was a nagging feeling, like when you forget to shower in the morning, but it was soon muffled by the lovely sounds of Sophia enjoying herself.
The swimsuit felt marvellous under Atlee’s hands; it was warm with Sophia’s heat, and the way it clung to her already-perfect curves made moving one’s hands over it a unique experience.
Suddenly Sophia placed her hands over Atlee and looked into her eyes.
“It... it is time,” She was panting, her cheeks flushed with heat and her thighs pressing together.
Atlee nodded and turned around, offering her still naked back to Sophia. She felt her hairs stand as Sophia moved her hand closer towards the zipper. And suddenly: realization. The moment Sophia touched the zipper, Atlee understood. Atlee knew that closing the zipper would seal her fate, that it would be it impossible to go back. Somehow she knew that she was no longer her own. And, strangely, she didn’t care. The warmth from Sophia’s swimsuit-clad breasts pressing against her back made her forget everything about caring.
The only thing that mattered now was to be clad in the swimsuit.
“You will be my little pet once this is done, love.” Sophia whispered in Atlee’s ear, her hand slowly moving the zipper up.
“Yes,” Atlee closed her eyes, the sound of the zipper’s teeth filling her world.
“You will be mine, love. Completely mine. Completely ours.” Sophia’s breath came in moans.
“Yes,” Atlee held the word for a long time, feeling the zipper making the swimsuit tighter around her body. She felt her breasts being pressed together, her back being encased, the shoulder straps digging into her skin. Each second brought her closer to the needed feeling of encasement. “I will be yours.”
Sophia nodded and then groaned; one of her hands had travelled towards her crotch. “You will be my swim-slave, Atlee. Forever in swimsuit. Forever mine.”
Atlee just nodded, the zipper finally closing on her back. She moaned and shivered, the tightness over her whole torso increased. She felt hugged, snuggled, encased and captured. Her thighs were wet with liquids that were her own, and her heart was a steady and accelerated hammering. She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move—she could only enjoy what was happening.
Sophia wrapped her arms around Atlee’s chest and waist, and pressed her breasts hard against her back. She was whispering things into Atlee’s ear, but Atlee couldn’t quite make out what was being said. She just knew she wanted to enjoy the feeling of swimsuit against swimsuit, to feel her mistress’s warmth against her skin, to feel trapped by lycra.
“Mistress,” Atlee whispered happily. The realization settled immediately.
“She is my mistress now,” Atlee thought, all worries disappearing as she accepted her place as Sophia’s swimsuit-slave.