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Day 8: Clothes/Uniform

"Made to measure"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Everyone is allowed to have certain... guilty pleasures. There's no need for people to know all the things that you like. You might be embarrassed to admit that you listen to a certain singer or love to death a really bad movie. People are gonna probably laugh at you, so you prefer to keep it a secret. And that's fine. Everyone has that right. So if you enjoy using a very specific type of suit and are aware of what people might think about it, well... it's only natural to keep it a secret. ChwiRyong knew that.

The azure Asian dragon stood silently under the threshold leading into the temple. He felt the blood on his cheeks boil at the sight of the small brown package left outside. ChwiRyong looked around to confirm no one was close before picking up the parcel. He felt equally embarrassed and excited for holding it in his trembling hands, feelings he temporarily suppressed by taking a deep breath. Once he regained his composure, the dragon went back into the temple, closing the heavy wooden door with his tail.

The birds chirped as they flew from branch to branch. A cloud covered the noon sun above him. And the dragon walked calmly back into the temple, but his hands held the package tightly against his chest. With his claws piercing the cardboard, he fought the urge to open it, even when he knew he was alone at the moment. It was shameful, and he knew it. Yet, his heart craved what was inside.

Just like the box he carried, ChwiRyong's appearance was innocent enough for anyone to discard the idea that he had some very particular tastes. Kind and calm in nature, he advanced with the bearing proper of all eastern dragons. Both whiskers danced alongside the wind as if they had a life of their own. The antlers, stretched back, crowned his head with elegance. He took special care of the silky mane that started at his brow and ended at the tip of his tail. But what caught people's attention was the serene look in his deep blue eyes, a look that reflected the wisdom gained over 200 life years.

And he had wisdom, yes. And it led him to discover many things about himself. One of them was the particular liking for certain types of clothing. The dragon felt comfortable in his gray and black ceremonial robes, and he wore them proudly during the day. But many moons ago, he wore for the first time a tight latex suit and discovered a pleasure he never experienced before.

ChwiRyong got a small collection over the years. Individual pieces, as well as underwear, and a couple of full suits--a red and a green one. He enjoyed feeling the latex against his scales. It was a very unique and ironic sensation--the tight grip made him feel liberated. He usually waited for the night to indulge himself some private time to wear them, and on very rare occasions he dared to wear the underwear during the day--walking around listening to that low squeaky sound was so alluring.

He was lucky to find stores doing discreet shipping. If someone found out what was in the parcel he wouldn't have the courage to show his face in the village anymore. And the best part is that the temple wasn't receiving visitors at that time of the day, which gave him a couple of hours to play.

ChwiRyong entered a simple and plain bedroom, with only the necessary furniture--the important things were bagged and well hidden under a loose board. He knelt in the middle of the room and carefully opened the package trying not to make a mess. Inside was a small suitcase protected with bubble wrap--the dragon couldn't resist popping at least a dozen of bubbles before moving on.

The white suitcase only had the word "Enjoy" written in black ink. The calligraphy did have a certain romantic and erotic aspect, and ChwiRyong had the feeling it was handwritten and not done by a machine. That gave the package an even more personal feeling. After all, it was made to measure.

The website requested precise measures and included a tutorial on how to take them. The idea behind was "each suit is unique". That might explain the cost and why it took three months to arrive. ChwiRyong opened the suitcase carefully. A sweet scent hit his nose almost immediately, and he couldn't resist taking a deep breath before lifting the upper half. His hands trembled as usual whenever he got a new suit to try on. His heart raced. The dragon began to visualize himself inside the suit. How it would feel. The sounds it would make.

There he found a carefully folded black latex suit, and next to it an oil bottle--its label said "Frozen Embrace", and it had the image of a snowy mountain. ChwiRyong bit his lower lip as he took the suit out and unfolded it. Fold after fold, the suit took shape before his eyes.

"Oh dear..."

The dragon stood up and held the suit in front of him. And something in his mind made click. It was his size. It wasn't larger or smaller. It was the precise size. That wasn't an assumption. He was sure of it just by looking at it. Of course he knew how wild that sounded. But something in his mind told him that as he held the suit in the air.

Clean, shiny, and soft. It took him a moment to notice the big smile he had on his face. Even his embarrassment was consumed by the excitement of holding a unique piece like that one. And he couldn't wait to try it.

He put it on the floor with delicacy, as if the suit was alive. The dragon then proceeded to undress, only to notice how desperate and clumsy his movements were. The urge of being inside the suit had never been that strong, and he couldn't explain why. Such was his eagerness that he didn't care to fold his robe as soon as it fell from his body, revealing the naked dragon under it. It was surprising how even with no clothes on him, the slender figure of the dragon kept the elegant bearing--one could say he looked more elegant that way.

He knew the routine. But instead of using his regular oil, ChwiRyong opted for the one included in the suitcase. He poured some on his hand and started to smear it all over his body.

"Uff... I see why it's called 'Frozen Embrace'," he giggled when the substance sent a shiver down his spine as soon as it got in contact with his scales.

Surprisingly, some drips were enough to cover a good portion of his upper half--unlike the regular oil. A couple of minutes later, he was oiled from head to toe. He moved on to do the same with the suit, but only after he picked it up again, ChwiRyong noticed its insides came pre-oiled. That was new, but he didn't put too much thought into it.

The only way to put it was from the neck hole and from there pull it upwards. ChwiRyong put both paws inside and began to pull the suit, afraid that the latex could break at any moment. Much to his surprise, the material stretched with ease, and the oil helped to get it up without trouble. Why yes, the method was kind of uncomfortable--especially when he had to put his tail into the respective hole--, but the dragon began to notice how warm and tight the latex was.

Minutes later, he finished adjusting the suit around his neck. A victory sigh and the dragon stretched to feel the tightness in all his glory. And he confirmed what he thought: it was his precise size. The latex adjusted perfectly all over his body. Aside from his head and tail, every inch of his body was in contact with the black latex. ChwiRyong giggled when a shiver ran through his entire body. His legs trembled as the pleasure caused by the suit increased.

He approached slowly to the full-body mirror hanging from the wall and appreciated the squeaky sound made by the latex when he rubbed his thighs together with each step. It was silly to say how much he loved that sound. He loved it so much that he rubbed his hands together to make it louder. After all, it was part of the pleasure of wearing a latex suit.

His reflection left him astonished. The suit not only felt incredible, but it looked too. The black latex enhanced his slender and elegant frame. ChwiRyong let that vanity vein flow and posed in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection from every possible angle to confirm how good he looked in it. He loved it. A thought crossed his mind telling him how hot he looked in that suit.

He couldn't stop his hands from moving over him. He wanted to feel it--to feel him. His joyful expression changed to reflect the shyness of pleasing himself. ChwiRyong rubbed his chest and let his hands slowly make their way down his crotch, taking their time to feel every inch of his abdomen. His breathing became deeper and louder, and he felt his heart beating hard against his chest. What he was doing was shameful, but he enjoyed it so much.

Touching himself like that made him notice how tight the suit truly was. The warm latex pressed against him hard, not enough to hurt him but to make him feel... subdued. With less than 10 minutes in, the dragon was already feeling hot. Sweaty. Musky. The scent coming from his body was another of the pleasures of wearing the suit. And mixed with the oil it gave it an even more slippery sensation when he moved around. And it also made touching it more exciting.

He knew how to keep his cock at bay. So when his fingers reached the crotch, ChwiRyong took a moment to rub and press the suit against his slit. Wet as it was, getting a fraction of the suit inside was an easy task. He wondered if his cock could push against the latex, and the idea of seeing his bulge on the suit only fueled his lust. But he kept that impulse at bay, as right now he wanted to enjoy other things first.

The dragon couldn't take away his eyes from the reflection. The way he looked was so... alluring. No other piece of his collection made him feel so attractive. Through his mind crossed the dumb idea of keeping the suit forever. And it didn't sound bad. He was comfortable with it. He loved it. He couldn't find a reason to take it off. ChwiRyong knelt before the mirror and continued exploring his body. Moving his fingers all over his thighs, then around his hip, and back to his pecs. He felt so attractive. His reflection wouldn't lie. And he felt so secure inside the suit. Again, the thought of keeping the suit crossed his mind.

ChwiRyong moaned. He was enjoying it too much. More than usual. And with good reason. He kept thinking that suit was perfect. Unique. It was his exact size. Nor larger or smaller. There was no other suit like that one. And he couldn't find a reason to take it off. Just keep it. Hold it. Embrace it. The thoughts crossed his mind one after another.

"I... I should stop now. I still need to take a shower," he said between huffs and stood up to start the awkward process to take off the suit.

Before his hands reached the neck, the suit squeezed around his crotch. His legs faltered and a moan escaped from his mouth. ChwiRyong fell to his knees victim of an intense and sudden pleasure. It felt as if a dozen of tiny fingers were rubbing on his slit. And the pleasure only increased from there.

Again, the idea of keeping the suit on crossed his mind. But ChwiRyong didn't think of that. He wanted to take off the suit. And immediately another shock of pleasure ran through his body. This time it came from his pecs, squeezed as if two big hands were over them.

You should keep the suit on. The idea appeared in his mind. But it wasn't his idea. He wanted to take off the suit. Despite how comfortable was wearing it, ChwiRyong knew he couldn't keep it on forever. It was a guilty pleasure, after all. No one was meant to know about it. No one should see him wearing that. So he had to take off the suit.

"But why should I...?" He muttered.

Another shock of pleasure ran through his body. And he felt again the tight, warm, sticky suit covering every inch of his body. And it made him feel so comfortable. And happy. And safe. And attractive. And hot. Another shock of pleasure ran through his body.

ChwiRyong tried to stand up on his wobbly legs. The suit tightened its grip around him, and he whined from the strong pleasure that caused. For a moment he had a bad feeling about the suit and had the urge to take it off--even if he had to cut it out. But again his mind got invaded by that sensation of comfort and happiness and excitement. And he couldn't find a reason to take it off.

The suit tightened around his ass. He moaned from the pressure against his nipples, not so different from having someone pulling them. He lost control of his cock and saw the thick shaft pushing against the tight latex, forming a huge bulge as it came out of the wet slit--the shape of his manhood perfectly visible under the suit. The latex felt so good against his sensitive cock. So intense. So real. He could sweat it was as if someone--no, as if the suit was rubbing it instead of him.

"But why should I...?" ChwiRyong repeated.

The way the suit squeezed his body wasn't normal. It felt as if invisible hands were moving under it. But that didn't matter. For he couldn't find a reason to take off the suit. His mind was invaded by the same dumb idea: keep it. And that felt right. The suit was comfortable. It made him feel attractive. And safe. And hot. It had been made for him, after all.

ChwiRyong looked at the suitcase, still where he left it. There was something else he didn't notice before. The dragon dragged his paws back to the center of the room, trying not to fall from the pleasure he experienced.

In the suitcase, he found a smaller piece of latex. A mask. But not any mask, one made exclusively for him. ChwiRyong held it in his hands and inspected it--it even had holes for his antlers.

Wear it. Wear it. Wear it. Something told him he shouldn't. A hunch. But he couldn't find a reason not to wear it. It had been made for him. And only for him.

"Wear it. Wear it. Wear it," he mumbled. Or was it a voice in his head?

His hands moved on their own. The hunch got squashed under the intense pleasure the suit caused. ChwiRyong huffed as the latex began to cover his face. The mask caused that same sensation of comfort as it adjusted around his head. And the dragon felt... complete.

ChwiRyong sat in silence and sighed. His latex-free tail wagged slowly as he sank into the pleasure caused by the tight suit. His head wobbled slowly. Under the mask he displayed a dumb smile. And he listened carefully to the voice only he could hear. A voice telling him how attractive he was. How hot he was. How safe he was under his control.

The suit squeezed again, and the dragon moaned loudly while his head began to clear of any thought. He felt weak. But also relaxed. And the voice told him that was ok.

"You are safe with me," ChwiRyong said. But it wasn't him speaking. "I will keep you safe. I will keep you warm. All you gotta do is give up."

The suit continued squeezing. And more and more thoughts abandoned his mind. The dragon felt lighter. A sigh of relief accompanied the nod with which he replied.

"This pleasure can be all yours. And you can be all mine. All you gotta do is give up."

ChwiRyong moaned again. He replied with a more energetic nod.

"Touch me. Feel me. Embrace me. Let me be one with you. I will take care of you. And you will enjoy me."

And he obeyed. His hands began to explore his body again. This time, however, he did it with passion. He pressed and squeezed against his body as if he was touching a lover. The latex squeaked under his touch, and the dragon felt how slippery it was under it.

"Put away your shame and your fears. Embrace the freedom that my tight touch offers you. Let me guide you into a new life full of joy and pleasure."

His hands reached the huge bulge. The dragon felt the pre leaking from it just by being squeezed between his belly and the suit. But when he began to rub it, the sensation was indescriptible. ChwiRyong arched his back and moaned from the top of his lungs. His hand moved up and down, faster and faster. And the pleasure continued growing more and more inside his empty mind, crushing what was left of his free will. And he wanted more of it.

"All you gotta do is... let. Me. In."

ChwiRyong nodded one last time, and his body went limp immediately.

Moments later, the dragon's tail twitched. His body started to react and he stood up with great effort as if his limbs weighed a ton. Heavy breathing, ChwiRyong stretched until he heard a couple of snaps. Then he relaxed his entire body. As he did that, the suit's appearance changed until it looked more like skin.

"This is what I call a fine host," the dragon said in a deeper voice. "And now you and I are gonna have some fun. You were made for me, after all."