Towering pillar of Cumulo Nimbus, shone bronzed in the Sunday final gleam, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the pale fall of even', and in her business office eyrie, on the twenty seventh floor Sarah sat and thought of her life history and love and wondered what it was all for.

Sarah looked in the mirror, she had long ago stopped worrying about tooth root, her whisker was now its cancel wheat blond, which looked odd when she wore her black rush, her necklace of ivory was wrapped tightly, like a taking into custody, fuddled round her neck opening, and her red top did n't mate her blue sports skirt, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio increase was so dumb, yet in the deep deepness of depression, those small profits continued to flow, and while all around her were leaving, as their leger dipped into the red, so Sarah found herself top trader and others followed where she had led.

Sarah looked again at her wristwatch, surely it could not be ten, those long light summer eventide in England, far too latterly now for dinner party with friends, she thought about several boyfriends, but when she looked in her contacts, she realised she 'd attain a dead end.

Marcus just wanted her money, her figure of speech, approval, prestigiousness, they once shared an apartment briefly, until she told him to leave alone, master just used her for finance, for access code to fund for his scams, so she kept him at arms length at pose, until she had firmed up her programme. and Hadrian and Shawn and of trend Ronan, and Geoffrey and Aled and Pete, and there was that tornado head called Trevor, she thanked heaven that he 'd been discrete

The lift descended so swiftly, she arrived at ground trading floor before she knew, and before she had made her head up, or decided where she should go to.

Friday evening, the weekend was well underway as she made her way to the metro post, rode the moving staircase and waited for the train, which whooshed from the tunnel creating its own winds which blew the litter around the unkempt platforms, she hung from a strap by the doorway, eschewing the use of hard seats, despite the near empty pushchair, she preferred to remain on her feet.

'' This train terminates here due to a points failure ,. '' the tannoy boomed, Sarah groaned Picadilly genus Circus, she dreaded these delays but decided to ask a cab instead of changing gearing, female parent had probably given up Leslie Townes Hope of seeing her and by the time she got home and got the car it would be midnight before she got to her father 's place,

She walked slowly towards the escalators, past the alcove where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the concourse to street level, theatre goers thronged the country below the great neon signs, moving on towards night clubs or former entertainment, thronging the roads slowing traffic to a Australian crawl, the Taxis all seemed wide so she walked briskly taking a warm light cut down a backrest street.

Models, said the Ne sign, flashing greenish then red, peep display, a seedy bar, then a restaurant, her stride slowed, all around citizenry seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to tempt men into dismal dungeon to buy bum bubbly at a hundred pound a bottle and more, Sarah caught sight of herself in a shop window, the shop bay fronted with the doorway inset, her camel coloured coat, red top and blue skirt contrasted bizarrely with her fatal boots, she looked hard and long, and saw herself as perhaps others saw her, undisciplined, uncoordinated, she did n't remember choosing what to fag out, only the Rhyder account, she remembered the percent net profit but not why she had worn the red with the blue, except they were well-off.

'' Beautiful, is n't she, '' a flabby feminine vocalism spoke close to Sarah 's ear.

'' What ? '' Sarah said turning in surprise

'' The mannequin, I thought, you were admiring the dress. '' the womanhood continued, Sarah looked at her, Old, former thirties probably with a wan skin, and a pleasant smile,

'' Oh, yes she is rather stunning, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the first fourth dimension how the deep cleavage of the Inner Light naughty clothes emphasised the mannequins charms as the smooth rubber gleamed in the lamplight.

'' Latex is so easy to clean too, is that the kind of matter you were looking for or could I interest you in anything else. '' the woman asked as she stood by Sarah holding the shop class threshold surface as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be latex or rubber eraser, the inevitable juicy nurse and naughty nun outfit were well to the rear of the display which gave pride of shoes the stately dresses and wench even a full soundbox suit which resembled a loon lawsuit except for the many extra slide fastener, and again displayed discretely matching pantie and bra exercise set .corsets, hoods, mitt and myriad other latex items.

'' Why do n't you have a look round of drinks, '' she suggested, `` I 'm Martha by the way, there 's no duty. ``

Rubber, latex paint in pastel shades, Sarah was intrigued, `` Yes, thank you, '' she replied and as Martha stepped sideways so Sarah stepped through the minute doorway and on into the store, it was more spacious than Sarah expected a female child stood behind the glass topped counter, at first glance dressed in black latex but no it was leather, a black leather jacket, white tee shirt, and puritanical dungaree, `` We have a wide range '' Martha suggested, '' The dress you were looking at is up here, '' she added, pointing to where the floor stepped up gradually towards the rear of the storage, `` I think we have your size, '' you can try it if you wish, the changing room are through here.

'' Try it ? '' Sarah asked, feeling dopy, she had after all only been looking at her own reflection.

'' If you like, do you like the wild blue yonder, or perhaps you like this ? '' Martha asked reaching for one in deep burgundy.

'' No the downcast looks coolheaded, really, ah I mean nerveless not cool off if you see what I mean ! '' Sarah gushed in embarrassment.

'' Would you wish, to, '' Martha asked, `` No obligation. ``

Sarah did not reply but followed Martha through the fitting way threshold, the room seemed curiously spacious, with a room access the far face, `` hold on the bolt across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the sorry dress but also matching blue latex panty and a bra. `` Bolt the door behind me ! '' she suggested.

Sarah felt very foolish, she wondered how on earth she had arrived in a correspond way with a voodoo clothes to try on when she was only really intending to go home.

The doorway bolts looked substantive enough, but there seemed to be nowhere to flow her own clothes, despite almost all the rampart infinite being given over to storage locker which all seemed to be closed and securely locked,

Sarah opened the threshold again and called quietly `` Excuse me. ``

Martha smiles, `` Yes, ''

'' Is there a hanger ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Oh, dreary, I 'll find a locker ah. '' Martha replied, `` This one 's free, '' she announced and a stained wood locker room access swung capable revealing a short rail with wearing apparel hangers, `` Allow me, '' she said, as she took Sarah 's new dress and laid it down on the shelf, `` It wo n't lock in, '' Sarah assured her `` unless you punch in the number, '' she lifted a fuss in the floor of the locker `` I should put your handbag in here, '' she suggested and then she was gone

Sarah bolted the door, and looked at the apparel laid out, she slipped off her jacket, laying it on the ledge, then the skirt and top, and realising it would look bizarre with her bra she laid that on the pile, too, while she tried the latex brassiere, it felt cold and clammy on her peel but somehow exciting and she was glad the superlative of the cupful were soft enough to conform to her shape as her nipples stiffened, then she tried the dress, so mild so elegant, and as she admired herself in the vast mirror she saw her tights and cotton panties spoiled the illusion.

In seconds she had slipped tights and panty down and slipped them into her bag, and then she pulled up the poise compressed fitting latex panties and again she admired herself, and idea of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly approve, but when she looked down her kick looked ridiculous, and she went out to search something More suitable.

'' Excuse me, '' Martha rushed towards Sarah, `` You should not really leave the fitting room ''

'' I wanted some shoes. '' Sarah explained.

'' Six, '' Martha asked, `` Size six ? ``

'' Oh, yes, me and my big groundwork ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

'' To match, blue, '' Martha muttered, `` these, `` Martha suggested.

Sarah looked at the bony stiletto heeled creations in a matching but darker shade of blue, `` I do n't know about those heels. ``

'' We 'll, go back in the bandaging room and try them there. '' Martha suggested.

Sarah smiled at Martha, `` yes of course. '' she agreed and as they walked towards the Dressing room once more she continued, `` It 's absolutely ages since I wore anything like those. ''

Walking was not easy, in fact Sarah needed Martha 's direction for those first few faltering steps a steadying hand.

'' So, do we give birth a sales agreement ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the placate bender, the lack of sharp bend and that marvelous warm rubbery comforting tone of the latex.

Sarah 's response was the one Martha hoped to hear, `` But where would I wear it ? ``

'' Oh there are lodge and. '' Martha began.

'' Clubs ? '' Sarah wondered if she had heard right, `` Where ? ``

'' Here, '' Martha explained.

'' In SoHo ? '' Sarah enquired

'' Literally here, '' Sarah explained, `` thats why we 're called `` The Portal '' the club is beyond those door, these are the changing rooms, that 's why w have all the storage locker for computer storage. ``

'' Can I '' Sarah asked.

'' See, No, '' Martha explained, `` sum, well you need to take a crap a purchase and then there is a ten day cooling off period if you pay by credit placard, and we need to vet you, but yes. ``

'' Yes, what ? '' Sarah asked.

'' I will sponsor you, you can buy this outfit for two hundred and eight pounds, and then there is a twenty five British pound initial trial period fee for three months and either a thousand pound flat pace per year or fifty British pound sterling per visit thereafter. ``

'' Why the differential coefficient ? '' Sarah asked as it appeared to defy business logic.

'' To get you hooked, of course of instruction, so how does two hundred and thirty pounds sound to get you started. ? ``

'' I do n't know. '' Sarah said.

'' Go away and think, '' Martha suggested, `` I can keep these here for you. ''

'' No, but can I depart my things here ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Certainly, if you get changed I 'll sort out the bill and you can be on your way. ``

Martha walked briskly away, and Sarah bolted the door behind her before sadly removing the latex gown and laying it down on the shelf and stuffing in her own street clothing, she let herself out of the changing room and took her new rubber-base paint underwear to the front counter and paid on her Visa card, and walked out into the upper-case letter sodium twilight, and away home.

Part 2

Sarah woke early on side by side morning, somehow refreshed, she usually tossed and turned worrying about workplace but today she felt unlike, comforted secure, she realised she was wearing just the blue latex panties and bra she bought yesterday, and sadly reflected she would experience to wear ordinary bicycle cotton or silk underwear, why had she not bought more she asked herself.

She showered and dressed, and despite her riding habit of not rising until noonday on Sabbatum she was at the tube place by nine fifteen and at `` The vena portae '' at five to ten, but the doors remained shut, the luminance extinguished and augury of movement absent.

A young woman in a Black leather waited outside as Sarah tried the door, `` Not up yet '' she explained, `` You here for the auditions. '' the girl asked.

'' No, just browsing, '' Sarah explained.

'' one-half nine he said, '' the miss complained.

'' Perhaps they will open at Ten, '' Sarah suggested hopefully.

'' Yes, '' the girl replied, `` Hey look movement. '' A neon preindication flickered, lights glowed at the tail end of the store, then a adult female made her way towards the door, more than igniter began to come to biography and then the rale of the bolts and locks and the door swung open.

'' come to audition ? '' the char asked, as she turned the hanging sign from Closed to Open.

'' She has, I 'm browsing. '' Sarah announced, she saw the char looking at her.

'' Are you sure ? you look about right wing for the job. '' the cleaning lady said, `` and confect, you were a no show last time, have you kicked the drugs and booze ? ``

'' Yes, certainly. '' the girl replied.

'' And you 're sober now, drug free, not high ? ''

'' Yes, nearly. '' candy replied.

'' Ok, through number three then, Bobs out back. '' the Woman ordered and as Candy walked away she asked, `` And what may I get you. ``

'' Can we go inside ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Why sure, '' she replied, `` If you know what you need. ``

Sarah led along between the shelves and up the individual stone's throw between levels until she found the underwear, the sizing seemed esoteric, no Bra sizes just letters.

'' I 'm Julia, by the way. '' the woman announced, Sarah looked at her, mid XXX perhaps, dark-skinned hair, split ending, poor people complexion, blue centre, firm jawline perhaps Scottish, a too perfect scent almost certainly from enhancive operating room, and large firm boobs also probably from operation not natural and she was dressed entirely in low denim, except her black tee shirt and singular open toe sandals.

'' Sarah, '' Sarah replied. `` Which is 32C ? ''

'' What ever feels right of track, we have a fitting way. '' she offered.

'' Yes, I tried some yesterday. ``

'' Did n't you buy ? '' Julia asked.

'' Oh yes, '' Sarah answered. `` But I want some more. ``

'' Did they fit ? ``

'' Yes very well. '' Sarah replied.

'' So you want a different coloration or stylus. '' Julia asked.

'' No just some clean ones. '' Sarah replied.

'' Why ? '' Julia asked and seeing Sarahs disarray added, `` They wipe clean, wash then wipe dry and endure them again, they 're very hard-nosed. ``

Sarah began to blush, `` Oh ! ``

'' I 'll get your details, we always keep on a record book, did you say yesterday ? '' Julia asked as she walked away towards the counter.

Julia returned, `` It was an MB, was the top tight ? ``

'' Yes lovely and.. '' Sarah broke off.

'' Well why not try dissimilar colours, or would you prefer a different fashion ? '' Julia held up first a black latex paint thong and then from a stand in a subdivision at the side of the storehouse she produced a massive duet of rubber gasp, easily reaching the waist they even had short legs, with elasticated bands and ties to pull the material tight against the skin.

'' Oh ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

'' Sorry, it 's crossover incontinence fetish, not your panorama ? '' Julia asked.

Sarah blushed `` I never thought, I just like the feeling of those. '' she left the sentence unfinished.

'' Any druthers. '' Julia asked.

Sarah looked around, the thongs looked interesting and the bra with peepholes for the nipples and, `` Have a look, I 'd amend see this other customer. '' Julia suggested.

Blue bra and panties, and Red and blackamoor thong, with a red Bra and Shirley Temple peephole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the other customer to finish before she dared to approach the counter with the item and only at the last second she grabbed the large pant to add to her purchases.

'' Can I leave the blueing I here with my dress ? '' Sarah asked hopefully.

'' Certainly, '' Julia replied, `` I 'll do it later, we will get engaged in a few minutes, I 've put it on your menu, is that Ok. ''

Sarah seemed surprised, `` How did you do that ? ``

Julia grinned. `` Oh we kept the details last evening and re submitted them, it makes it safer for fellow member if you can leave your charge card behind when you wear your latex ! ''

'' look, can I collect most of this later ? '' Sarah asked, `` Like five thirty. ``

'' Sure, I see you want to be a fellow member so yeah, you have your locker and the room is release, go ahead. ``

Sarah took the bag of new dress to the fitting way and bolted both room access before finding her locker, she saw the word Sarah and yesterdays date was now written across the door, and quickly she loaded the new clothes into the locker and quickly slipped off her jacket and tee shirt so she could contain off her bra and put the lovely cool but stretchy yellow latex one on in its blank space, and then as she replaced her shirt noting the way her mammilla now protruded and bulged the fabric of the tee shirt she dressed and changed her black lacing panties for yellow latex,

The aplomb prophylactic made her feel suddenly alive and somehow naughty, but with her jacket crown buttoned she was sure she looked no dissimilar as she left the changing room and made her way into the street.

Her peg were nude below her short-circuit denim wench, except for her short circuit white socks and Edward D. White open toe sandals, and the poise breeze felt delicious, the whizz heightened by the non absorbant rubber-base paint which kept the moisture against her skin, her own moistness and as she became more moist so she became more charge up, she sat down on a seat beside the ramp to some underground privy and watched the world go by, and then she had to go home, to get some relief. She took a cab.

She felt so naughty as she rushed up stairs to her room and threw off her skirt, she grabbed her little dildo from the bedside table and pulling the crotch of her latex pant aside she slid it easily between her soft pink humiliated lips and on until it was completely inside her and then with the pants in place she lay face down on the bed.

She tried pushing herself up and down the bed but then realised if she used the pillow under her crotch it was just like being on top of a man, although the remembering were hazy, as it was so long since she was laid.

She thrust herself against the easygoing pillow, the rock music tough dildo within pressing her clit against the pillow and oh so soon she felt the approach of her outlet and as the waves of purple and green pleasure passed over her she suddenly felt drained, and subject, and decided just to sleep.

It was late afternoon when she woke, her titty now wet with perspiration and her drawers full of her wetness and cum, she felt so naughty as she simply went to the bathroom, washed and wiped the Latex dry with a towel, and then she realised she had to pile up her former purchases.

It was well after six when she returned to `` The portal. ``

'' I came earlier. '' she explained to a womanhood she did not know.

'' Changing room 's at the dorsum, '' the womanhood said brightly and Sarah rushed to the book binding of the stock and opened the door.

Martha was standing there. `` I did n't experience you did modelling ? '' she said in confusion.

'' No, I just came for my stuff and nonsense. '' Sarah explained.

'' Oh, only the model was due half an time of day ago, you do n't palpate you might wish to help us out ? Martha enquired.

'' I 'm sorry, '' Sarah apologised `` But. ``

'' It would let you get inside the club, feel some new sensations, you 're a very standard size of it. ``

'' wellspring I guess. '' Sarah started to say.

'' Good, I 'll get some tangency, they stop you identifying anyone, but your peripheral device vision will be o.k.. '' Martha said, oh and we 'll pay you, of grade. ``

Sarah was about to say `` No '' when Martha disappeared briefly but the woman from the memory board came in with a black rubber-base paint unanimous head mask.

'' Martha, I found it. '' she said.

'' Thanks Pat, '' Martha replied and as she returned she said `` You do n't wear middleman ? '' and when Sarah shook her promontory she said, `` It will feel a little odd. '' she put the fiddling tray down and moistened a park lens `` calculate right '' she ordered and she sat down and pried Sarah 's lid up to insert the subdued lens.

Sarah blinked and announced, `` It feels funny, '' as Martha put the back lens in.

'' Hows that, '' she asked.

'' Blurry, '' Martha replied, `` Weird. ``

'' Try walking, '' Martha suggested and Sarah found she could take the air straight but everything was blurred. `` They sometimes spoil a girlfriend 's balance. '' she explained, `` But that 's good. try this masque ''

Sarah sat down as Martha took her long bleached blonde hair and fed it through a hole in the rear of the face mask before pulling it down over Sarah 's face and headspring. It fitted right round under her chin and flesh out the back of her head completely covering her face except for her heart and oral cavity and a hole to breath through by her nose.

'' You look just like Gillian in that does n't she Pat ? ``

'' Oh yes, '' Pat agreed, `` Just the hair 's a bit shorter. ``

'' Now, there 's this top and trunks and there 's loads more, so lets get you dressed, shall we ?

Martha suggested as she helped Sarah remove her crown and tee shirt, `` I 'll put it on a dummy '' she said, `` just a instant. ''

Martha opened a locker, as the door opened she effortlessly slid a Mannequin along a cut `` This ones your size, It keeps the configuration so a lot in effect ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the model and placed the Jacket on top. `` annulus, and shoes, I have some knee kick for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her skirt off.

'' It 's magnetised, '' Martha explained, `` muscular magnet in the feet and head, thats why it stands up on metal, OK '' she asked as she slid the cabinet shut.

The scenario was beginning to charge Sarah, usually she was in charge but this was like being an office Jnr or at school again and she had to admit, rather fun.

Martha helped Sarah to pull the boots on and suggested Sarah try the catwalk, `` I want you to model the bra and pantie set anyway, so come on through and try it out, '' Martha suggested, `` Pat will show you the ropes. ``

Pat led Sarah through into the club, it was dark, the red inflammation and green lenses gave a phantasmagorical mauve tinge to everything but Sarah realised she could see the catwalk lading to the left hand from the Changing room and the steps down to the physical structure of the hall or room straight in front, it was a big arena, three times that of the shop at least and she saw shady physique in the background.

Pat led her to the end of the catwalk, `` The footlights will be on, just pose a bit, then turn and come back, unless you want to do extras ! ``

'' Extra 's ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Some girlfriend slip into the interview, sometimes they get paid 20 or more for a personal demo ! '' Pat laughed, `` Or bad ! ``

'' When do we start ? '' Sarah asked, `` And is it just me ? ``

'' No we have Lillian and Francesca tonight, Lilli is doing leather mainly and Fran has some new stuff so I guess you are doing the new latex paint stuff.

They sat down again, Pat offered Sarah a coffee and she realised she had not eaten for hour, `` I 'm famished, '' she admitted.

'' Joppa patty ? '' Pat suggested handing her a full phase of the moon box which Sarah accepted gratefully.

The activity increased as Lilli arrived to portion the changing way, Fran was it seemed in the other way, and before Sarah was prepared Pat announced to Lilli, `` You 're on. ``

The door opened briefly and Lilli walked out into the glare of the footlights and as the door closed behind her, Sarah saw Lilli wore a simple cat mask and a Shirley Temple Black leather jacket crown with diminutive black leather panties, and Sarah was thankful that at least her panties hid all her pubic hair unlike Lilli whose down was plainly visible beside the skimpy leather triangle.

Then suddenly it seemed Lilli was back and she stripped naked quick to change into her succeeding outfit, as Pat guided Sarah to the door and said `` You 're on. ``

Sarah took a first whole step onto the catwalk as the Tannoy said `` Sarah Jane, wearing the Pantie and Bra set number seven from Sir Frederick Handley Page five of your catalogue, this is Sarah 's for the first time metre so be gentle with her. '' the voice continued.

The catwalk creaked, the plank flexing slightly through the deep big money carpeting, while the footlights around the face of the catwalk hid all but the those good to her from view, Sarah felt at once exposed yet anonymous as she walked to the end of the platform, she turned and on an impulse turned her back on the crew and touched her toes, a wavelet of applause rang through the room and then Sarah was back in the way.

'' There, that was very brave, how did it feel ? '' Martha asked.

'' It was over so quickly, I do n't really know. '' Sarah admitted.

'' testament you do the one piece next, it 's essentially a swimming suit except, '' she held it and poked a finger through one of the cakehole intended for the wearers'nipples. `` You OK with that ? ``

'' Oh, I do n't sleep with. '' Sarah said but Martha had already sunk Sarah 's bra.

'' Try it here. '' she said, so Sarah took off her panties to digest nude except for her mask.



'' Gillian. '' Fran said, then recovered, `` I mean Sarah, can you do my zip please ? ``

A surge of fervor rushed through Sarah 's veins, if Fran thought she was Gillian well she truly was anonymous, and she carefully tugged at Fran 's zip.

Martha helped Sarah into the one piece of music, her pap needed encouragement to glance through the kettle of fish but Martha tweaked them slightly and soon they stood out like little bullets and then she was ready.

She changed to one red and one fateful horseshoe, both with four inch heels to match the red and black suit, and as Lilla finished so Sarah was sent out again.

Sarah could see short but the radiance of the footlights and shadowy figures, but she smiled at the affectionate response she received, she stepped out confidently, surprised at her reception and only as she turned did she actualize it was her bare nipples that the interview appreciated so much, she turned and could not resist thrusting her thorax out.

'' Hey, derive down, sit on my lap, take the weight of your feet ! '' soul suggested.

Sarah smiled, She would never have dared to be so bold without the cheek mask, and the favourable reception boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her nipples standing like minuscule bullets but her kitty was also damp.

She sauntered back, seductively she hoped and ignored further offers to step down, Martha greeted her. `` Hey they like you, will you show the Minidress and coat, you wo n't get many offer I 'm afraid, unless you leave your bloomers off ! ``

'' What ? '' Sarah asked incredulously.

'' I 'm joking, put these over the suit, oh no, you ca n't you need a bare midsection, slue it off. ``

Sarah slipped the one while costume off and took the yellow latex top Martha handed her and slipped it on, then she waited for Martha to bring the yellow skirt and knee length coat.

She looked around at the rows of cabinet and listened to the audience 's appreciation of Lilla 's latest outfit.

'' Lilla 's gone down, sod it. '' Martha complained, '' she 'll be at to the lowest degree ten minutes. ``

'' Fallen ? '' Sarah asked

'' No, '' Martha suggested, `` She 's after crest, she should wait until the end, '' she groaned, `` So nimble get that skirt and coat on and get out there. ''

'' What about my pants ? '' Sarah asked.

'' No one will see, go. '' Martha said as she almost pushed Sarah out onto the catwalk.

Sarah looked at the blurred pattern of the consultation, horribly mindful suddenly that she was naked beneath the mini dress, but as the realisation of her anonymity sank in it excited her, she let the coat flaps undecided and then at the spell she hitched the chick higher and as she turned the hem flew out and a sharp-worded intake of breathing space indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her pussy appreciated, and the yell to get down intensified.

A long dark skirt and a buttoned top followed, which left picayune chance for flashing but then Martha spoke seriously, `` It 's just a cat-suit, then the slavery stuff, are you OK to carry on ? ''

'' Cat causa sounds fine ! '' she said.

'' Its mistress and slave, '' Warned Martha, `` I 'll get to cuff you and I 'll lead you out with a collar and leash, OK. ''

'' As long as its you. '' Sarah answered, as she slipped off the skirt and top to stand naked, it the heat of the changing room.

The cat-suit was a very rigorous fit, and the complicated zip from navel past the crotch to the small of the back a mystery.

'' Quickly ! '' Martha suggested, `` There 's something improper with the arms, '' said Sarah.

'' No, `` Marha said, `` oh this is the incorrect one, never judgement, it traps the weapons system to the position, is it on ? ''

'' Nearly, '' Sarah agreed, `` I ca n't do the zips. ``

'' Here, '' Martha pulled the three seperate zipper along their single data track closing the gap from omphalos to small of the dorsum, then she fastened the reinforced collar and attached the leash.

'' There 's something in the pockets. '' Sarah explained. by my leg.

'' Can you draw out them out, your hand should be ripe by it. '' Martha suggested.

'' Yes, its ungainly though. '' Sarah advised.

'' Right then knuckle down, we 're on. '' Martha replied.

'' And here we have a one piece of music latex cat-suit pair, mistress and slave in black latex, page two in our catalog, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to denote a variety to the order but he continued, `` No motivation for separate hand-cuffs or collar, you can surprise the fille with that, and as you will see the breast detaches. ``

'' Oh no '' Sarah said, as Martha popped the poppers.

'' Yes look ma'am and valet de chambre entire boob exposure, are n't they lovely, a big round of applause please. '' the sound was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her masque, `` But the primary feature of speech are the air hole, rend the thingies out my dear. '' The voice of the world destination ordered.

Sarsah did as she was told ad slid the hard wooden rods up and out of the scoop, Martha took one and.

'' The limited lineament is the genital organ zip, not one single initiative but up to three, '' the part continued, `` Now watch as she pulls the zip around. ``

'' No Martha, '' Sarah complained, but the zip was open from navel point to anus and the crowd liked it.

The voice continued `` thats it, wax exposure but what if you just want the bum well see, she has closed it so there 's. ``

'' Martha ! '' Sarah squealed quietly.

'' Just the three little holes, matching her two little holes, '' the voice continued `` and as you see there are two male plug ready in the pockets, as lady will demonstrate. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

'' Be placid ! its only a demonstration. '' Martha said as she took the first rod and slid it effortlessly between Sarah 's soft pink vaginal lips.

'' Oohh, Martha please. '' she wailed as her legs almost buckled.

'' And one for the Anus '' the part announced.

Martha shook her head.

'' If required, '' the part added in surprisal. `` A big hand gentlewoman and Gentlemen, Gillian will be uncommitted afterwards for one hundred and fifty British pound per fifteen minute session. ``

'' Martha, the rod. '' Sarah whispered.

'' Walk off with it ! '' Martha ordered and Sarah had to follow with the rod slowly oozing from her dripping pussy.

'' You bitch '' Sarah exclaimed but she had no choice but to take the air off leading Martha.

The rod slipped further and further until suddenly Martha pushed it up and in from behind, it was too often for short Sarah, the end touched her cervix and the sensations overwhelmed her and the rod clattered to the base followed by a cascade of Sarah 's fluids.

'' Damn you should give birth said you were a squirter. '' Martha scolded, `` You 'll birth to pass over it up, grab a towel. ``

Someone had seen what had happened and on cue Lilla stepped forward wearing a large fluffy towel over the tiniest lash and handed the towel to Sarah. except Sarah 's arms were imprisoned so Martha whispered, `` Use your teeth. ``

Sarah opened her mouth to say no, but Martha pushed the towel firmly into Sarah 's mouthpiece and bent her down, Martha picked up the glistening rod and wiped the end and as Sarah rubbed the towel over the carpeted runway with her chin so Martha pulled down the zip and eased the rod against Sarah 's anus.

Long lonely evenings almost betrayed Sarah, daylight when she had dreamed of two cocks at once and made do with the handle of a loo skirmish and the dustpan brush, but she clenched her posterior and to Martha 's disappointment Sarah 's anus resisted the assault.as Sarah remained head down in mortification.

The towel muffled Sarahs dissent as the second rod was taken from the long air pocket and inserted in Sarah 's dripping hole, but this sentence it was an audience member who leapt up onto the catwalk and inserted it, unbeknownst to Sarah who assumed it was Martha.

She felt completely, horribly totally exposed totally humiliate and corneous than she could ever commemorate, she just needed a putz, person to ream her hot wanton jam and worrying and sooth her clitoris as they rubbed against it, but instead when she dropped the towel Martha grabbed it and dragged her to her feet and in come humiliation her knocker exposed and her vagina very visibly filled she was led away.

The clapping was thunderous. Sarah went to sit down but the rod were too farseeing and she just had to wait for Martha to withdraw it, except Martha started to play with it, gently easing it back and Forth River while she flicked at Sarahs clit with her other script until Sarah thought she would burst.

'' Cuffs and thong '' Sarah announced as she pulled the ebony rod from Sarah one last metre and helped pare away the cat-suit, the case was wet with perspiration, and very wet around the genital organ, and before Sarah knew it she was naked and Martha had her hands handcuffed behind her.

'' Just a cat mask for this one. '' Martha said, as she peeled Sarah 's masque off her head, replacing it with one merely hiding the eyes..

'' Martha I, '' Sarah said in confusion.

'' I 'm loving it and do n't understand why, '' queried Martha, `` yes it 's the same for all of us, '' she smiled at Sarah, `` I 'll put a strappy skeleton bra on you, '' she said and she reached across and selected one, `` Leather fetich mountain chain, do you wish. ``

'' Yes, '' Sarah said despite her mental reservation, ''

'' And a ball gag. '' Martha ordered, `` spread out up. ``

Sarah opened her mouth to protest but Martha expertly guided the bright red orchis between Saraha 's lips.

'' There, Lilla 's back. net ball go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the shoes, the shoe are damage, dislocate them off. ''

Sarah felt modest in her bare feet, `` No try these ! '' she said.

The brake shoe were simple skeletons, the dog immense, but Martha insisted and Sarah had to put them on and then with a leather catch around her neck Martha led Sarah out to her public.

'' And that concludes this evenings display of ware, '' the part said, `` Here Ladies and valet we have, Gillian, Gillian is useable for common soldier Roger Huntington Sessions at a bare one hundred and fifty Ezra Pound per session, but as common the first session is for auction sale, who will start me at one fifty ? ''

'' Martha, she thinks I 'm Gillian. '' Sarah whispered.

'' You are, '' Martha replied, `` Bold surefooted Gillian. ``

'' Two eighty do I hear three hundred. '' the vox enquired, `` Any approach on Three hundred, then sold to Mr, ah two seven eight. ``

He came for her, took the leash from Martha and took Sarah to a stall at the back of the room where he motioned towards a chaise longue, she sat and he motioned for her to spread her legs and as she did so he dropped a flap at the front of his trousers peeled a condom onto his rearing erection and drove his creature deep into her longing womb. She melted into complete XTC as his muscular firmness filling her liquidness effeminateness as he took his pleasure.

Sarah sat quietly as his firmness subsided and he withdrew wordlessly, leaving her floating in un imagined delight.

'' Sarah, '' a unembodied vocalization roused her from her dreamlike repose, `` Sarah, this is Book of Daniel, he wants to jazz if you 'll do anal. ``

'' What, oh no, sorry, '' Sarah said.

'' She 's new, '' Martha explained, `` Next week, we 'll make sure she 's Nice and clean for following week. ''