FAITH NO MORE

By

Latex Conservative

My name is Faith: I have none,

Sadden for I have no one,

To share my love, the opposite sex,

Forthe second skin, tight black latex.

How I love it, deep in my core,

When I wear it, Faith No More.

Left me here, Eric my dear,

Accident they say, so I hear.

Our love strange, a bondage affair,

Breath Play fun, miss death by a hair.

In fetish heaven, his soul will soar.

Truly alone I,his Faith No More.

On this night, I have a dream,

He and Ifuck, we make cream.

From his cock, from my crotch,

In our latex, we stare we watch.

Cock drools, pussy foams, we puddle the floor,

He says, “Marry me pleaseFaith No More.”

Dream ends, I awake! I can’t fuckingstand it!

I curse, I cuss, I scream aloud “Oh Goddamn it!”

To rid myself of my guiltI asks what would it take?

I bound and gagged and burned at the stake?

Isobs, I cry, from my heart I pour,

My regret, my regret, as Faith No More.

“I miss thee, my Eric, my partner in sex,

Your body, so perfect, in skin tight latex.

In our planned wedlock, fetish bondage bliss,

To seal it, I couldn’t wait, with a ring gag kiss.

You in black latex, for which you and I adore,

I in white latex, bride to be, Faith No More.

“You wait before the clergy, and a latex nun,

She has you on your knees for some Mistress fun.

Yard stick in hand, she whips your ass,

She cries, ‘Drool from your gag, have you no class’?

Dungeon doors open, I cum, the woman you adore,

A bound and gagged white vision, your fiancé, Faith No More.

“I approach, I struggle; try not to make a mess,

Hard to walk, the latex tight, a one piecehobble dress.

I teeter, I tarter, I have to navigate by feel,

Neck in posture collar; feet in shoes of ballet heel.

Arms laced in binder, nipples clamped, tits sore,

Here I cum, once again, your woman Faith No More.

“Forced down beside you, the first of many tasks,

Domsmake us share air through connecting gas masks.

Deep into each other’s eyes, through lenses we stare,

We gasp gently, together, we’re a wonderful pair.

Your bare ass flogged, twenty strokes, hopefully more,

Bare tits spanked, your bride’s, Faith No More.

“As the clergy begins, light headed we would become,

Together, all ready, we are starting to cum

Again, and again, but before we pass out,

Master turns a valve; lets the bad gas out.

New air, great day for bondage lovers to adore,

The marriage of Gimpy Eric to his beloved Faith No More.

“Alas, after vow moments, the changing of tide

Gas masks removed: ‘you may kiss your bride’.

Upon the clergy’s order, we obey, our tongues go in

To each other’s open mouth, drooling, pure ring gag sin.

Our collars attached, a hood shared, a great store

Of bondage and fetish added, linking you to me, Faith No More.”

As I finishthe tale, I finish my task

Of donning all latex, of zipping up my mask.

So many, too many, the layers are so tight,

My body a shiny shadow; Faith out of sight.

Not my eyes, not a hair, not my skin, not a pore,

Nor the dildo vibingme, deep inside Faith No More.

As I cry, as Iweeps, I finally begin to feel

For Gimpy Eric’s suit, for the open neck seal.

Reversing the snakeI wiggle in, I don the second skin

To occupy the latex my beloved enjoyed sleeping in.

A one piece suit, head to toe, a sexy fetish chore

To slither in, to put on, forI his Faith No More.

Very hot, breathing hard, I have a shuddering spasm

Very wet my crotch is, from a bondage fetish orgasm.

Corset tight, knees bent, I stretch, I reach, I suck

All the air remaining to me while mimicking the fuck

I had with my Eric, hundreds of them and more,

In skin tight black latex, his slut, his nymph, Faith No More.

As I collapse from effort, as my life begins to sag,

I bundle myself up quickly in a thick rubber bag.

Barely able to move, the bondage all latex,

I squeeze deep inside, my lust and life at apex.

Last foot in, the rubber bag closes; its sometime after four,

It marks the last I see the world as the rubber girl Faith No More.

In the wombI have always loved, I gasp a familiar scent,

Of my lovers the latex and rubber, and the man Ihad spent

Time with hidden deep in this alternate fetish reality,

Before the accident took his life, a great bondage tragedy.

Bag the head, garrote and strangle, and many, many more,

Breath Play I took too far, on the lover of Faith No More.

In the dark, I feel him now, a soul nothing more,

My body damp, my pussy wet, the beauty Faith No More.

My eyes close, as they do, Eric touches my core,

I melt, I weep, he’s here me, with his Faith No More.

“I breathe my last breath, to be with you, I Adore”,

I say, I faint, the tragic Faith No More.

In the twilight, lips blue, I feel his golden kiss,

A sigh of relief escapes my mouth, how I truly miss

Those hours spent together, kissing, licking, and fucking,

Along with sixty-nine, and some gender bending tucking.

We will always have latex, and our memories of bondage porn

Which we privately made together, Eric and Faith No More.

Orgasm awakens me I breathe with new life,

I’m not dead, I’m out of the bag, Eric’s would be wife.

I don’t know how, I don’t know why, “How can this be?”

I ask with gagging breaths; I tear the latex off to see.

No one there, nothing here, Faith is left with a mystery.

The dawn is coming; the sun shines on me, washes away my misery.

Holding myself, rubbing myself, I see no other reason

Given life, I was spared, to begin a new season.

Forgiven I, Eric has, and has given me his blessing,

To seek another, man or woman, in love with latex dressing.

“I cry now”, I say in relief, “with your love Gimpy Eric I will pour

“Into every perv I met, latex or not, as your cup, always your Faith No More!”

FAITH NO MORE