Between the sheets

Laying there naked, between the sheets of cool thin latex, my breathing deep as I held my mouth inline with the small hole that was to be my only source of air. The anticipation building as I could hear Bee sealing up my escape, checking I was ok and then moving to the foot of the bed. She checked again, “Are you ready?”. I moved my legs apart as much as I could in the small space I had and placed my arms by my side. “I’m ready” I said as I took one more calming breath and she turned on the vacuum.

Let’s go back and start with a little background. I am a fan of latex, thinking back it was one of the first items of kink that I purchased. I developed an obsession with skin tight clothing, starting with Lycra and evolving to latex as I flicked through the Honour catalogue I had gotten my hands on, finally settling on a black neck entry catsuit. I remember the excitement when it turned up, my eagerness to open the package and get it on. The feeling I had as it clung to me from neck to ankle as I moved was everything I’d imagined. Unfortunately this was whilst I was young and still not aware that there may be others with my kink, that combined with my lack of body confidence meant that it was something I would get out on the rare occasion when I had a free house and plenty of free time. Because of this my passion for latex and the catsuit was packed away in an air tight box and hidden away. Fast forward far too many years to when I met my Bee and we started on our journey of kink and rediscovery.

When we can, we like to head out to the odd event in our area. One of these events is Twisted. Walking around the venue we turned a corner to be hit with the distinct aroma of rubber. In front of us was a selection of vac beds, each one a different shape, and as I watched the vacuum removing the air and the latex growing tight around the current victim… I mean volunteer… a rush of memories came flooding back. We knew Mac, the guy who was running the session, from the munch we go to and he came over the welcome us and offer us a turn. Being a natural exhibitionist Bee jumped at the chance to try something new even though it’s not really her thing. I on the other hand am not so confident so passed on the opportunity. As I watched her climbing in I wondered how it felt having the air sucked out as the latex got tighter and tighter. We left the event with thoughts of “I should’ve tried it” floating round my head as I wished I was more comfortable in those situations.

A while passed with the images of those beds in my mind and one evening I opened up google, typed three words “buy vac bed” and clicked the first link. I have to admit, this wasn’t the first time I’d searched for one but this time I’d recently been paid for some overtime and I seemed to be on a mission. On entering the site I was faced with beds of varying sizes but decided on the basic model. The page loaded presenting me various images, a description and finally the price. I mention the price because that was the final push, it must have been fate, it matched the amount I had received working overtime! That was it, a few clicks and I was the proud owner of a brand new vac bed. I could already see Bee’s eyes rolling when I tell her.

The package arrived quicker than I expected. A triangular box that reminded me a large Toblerone, only this was not full of chocolate. I opened it up and laid it’s contents on the floor like a piece of kinky Ikea furniture needing to be put together. I first placed down our duvet to soften the floor slightly then I laid the latex on top of that. I decided it would be easier to assemble the pipes that make up the frame inside the bed, the jury is still out on that decision. It was fiddly at times, needing the two of us to push in the right direction at the right time which worked… in most part. Finally we were done, stepping back I looked at the fully assembled bed my excitement building for what was next.

I stripped off, sat down and, while holding the entrance open, carefully shuffled my way in. The further I slid between the sheets, the more aware I became of the outside world with it’s noise and stress fading away. As my mouth reached the air hole I settled into a relaxed position, becoming increasingly aware of my breathing as the once cool latex warmed by my body settled over me. I couldn’t help but run my hands over my body, from my thighs up to my chest then back down over my stomach to my growing cock. Gripping my shaft as my hand moved with long, slow strokes. “Are you ready?”, I stopped what I was doing and got into position. “I’m ready” I said as I heard the vacuum turn on.

Now, it’s not an easy thing to describe the feeling you get from a vac bed as the air is removed. The best I can do is to say it feels like a full-body hug… a tight full-body hug. There was a slight popping in my ears as the last of the air was removed but as the vacuum was switched off and the room went quiet I fell quickly into a relaxed state. Before we had started I had asked Bee to prepare a few items for her to use on me whilst I was incapacitated, although she initially seemed nervous she was also suspiciously eager to hit me with things. Being the person who normally does the hitting it was an odd sensation on the receiving end. If you are someone who enjoys that aspect I can see how the way the latex reacts along with being unable to move could be very pleasurable. What I did enjoy was when she placed her wand against my cock. I must admit, my cock is very much an attention whore and the vibrations seemed to travel further, feeling more sensitive than times we’ve used it away from the vac bed.

To sum up, I definitely don’t regret making that late night purchase. We’ve only used it a couple of times but I can promise you that it will definitely be coming out more and I have a few more ideas of what to do whilst in and outside of the bed. If you too would like to enjoy the sensation of slipping between the sheets, we bought our vac bed from Vacbed.co.uk. The product quality and service is fantastic and we would definitely use them again.