Towering columns of Cumulo Nimbus, shone bronzed in the suns lowest lambency, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the pale twilight of even', and in her office eyry, on the twenty seventh floor Sarah sat and thought of her aliveness and love and wondered what it was all for.

Sarah looked in the mirror, she had long ago stopped worrying about beginning, her haircloth was now its lifelike straw blonde, which looked odd when she wore her black boot, her necklace of pearls was wrapped tightly, like a taking into custody, blotto bout her neck opening, and her red top did n't match her blue sports annulus, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio development was so tardily, yet in the abstruse deepness of depressive disorder, those small winnings continued to flow, and while all around her were leaving, as their ledger dipped into the red, so Sarah found herself top trader and others followed where she had led.

Sarah looked again at her wrist watch, surely it could not be ten, those long lite summer eve in England, far too tardy now for dinner with friends, she thought about various boyfriends, but when she looked in her physical contact, she realised she 'd reached a dead end.

Marcus just wanted her money, her figure, approval, prestigiousness, they once shared an apartment briefly, until she told him to pull up stakes, superior just used her for finance, for access code to investment trust for his scams, so she kept him at implements of war duration at present, until she had firmed up her program. and Adrian and Shawn and of course of instruction Ronan, and Geoffrey and Aled and Pete, and there was that crack cocaine head called Trevor, she thanked heaven that he 'd been distinct

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

Fri eve, the weekend was well underway as she made her way to the pipe station, rode the escalator clause and waited for the geartrain, which whooshed from the tunnel creating its own malarky which blew the bedding material around the unkempt political program, she hung from a strap by the threshold, eschewing the use of surd keister, despite the well-nigh abandon carriage, she preferred to stay on on her feet.

'' This train terminates here due to a item failure ,. '' the tannoy boomed, Sarah groaned Picadilly Circus, she dreaded these hold but decided to remove a cab instead of changing trains, female parent had probably given up hope of seeing her and by the prison term she got home and got the car it would be midnight before she got to her founding 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 of operations goer thronged the area below the great neon house, moving on towards dark gild or other entertainment, thronging the roads slowing traffic to a creeping, the Taxis all seemed full so she walked briskly taking a quick poor cut down a hind street.

exemplar, said the neon sign, flashing super acid then red, peep show, a seedy bar, then a restaurant, her pace slowed, all around multitude seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to entice men into dingy dungeon to buy gaudy champagne at a hundred pounds a bottle and more, Sarah caught ken of herself in a shop windowpane, the store bay fronted with the doorway inset, her camel coloured coat, red top and blue skirt contrasted bizarrely with her black boots, she looked hard and long, and saw herself as perhaps others saw her, uncorrected, uncoordinated, she did n't commemorate choosing what to wear, only the Rhyder bill, she remembered the pct profits but not why she had worn the red with the blue, except they were well-to-do.

'' Beautiful, is n't she, '' a easygoing feminine part spoke ending to Sarah 's ear.

'' What ? '' Sarah said turning in surprise

'' The fashion model, I thought, you were admiring the dress. '' the woman continued, Sarah looked at her, onetime, early thirties probably with a wan pelt, and a pleasant smiling,

'' Oh, yes she is rather stunning, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the initiatory time how the inscrutable segmentation of the perch blue apparel emphasised the fashion model charm as the smoothen pencil eraser gleamed in the lamplight.

'' latex paint is so well-to-do to clean too, is that the sorting of affair you were looking for or could I interest you in anything else. '' the woman asked as she stood by Sarah holding the store threshold open as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be latex or golosh, the inevitable naughty nurse and blue nun outfits were well to the fanny of the display which gave pridefulness of place the conventional garb and skirts even a replete body causa which resembled a divers suit except for the many additional zips, and again displayed discretely matching panty and bra Seth .corsets, hoods, baseball glove and myriad other rubber-base paint items.

'' Why do n't you have a flavor beat, '' she suggested, `` I 'm Martha by the way, there 's no obligation. ``

Rubber, latex paint in pastel shadiness, Sarah was intrigued, `` Yes, thank you, '' she replied and as Martha stepped sideways so Sarah stepped through the narrow doorway and on into the shop, it was more spacious than Sarah expected a girl stood behind the glass topped counter, at beginning glance dressed in black latex but no it was leather, a dark leather jacket, Elwyn Brooks White tee shirt, and blue sky blue jean, `` We have a broad 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 memory board, `` I think we have your size, '' you can try it if you wish, the changing elbow room are through here.

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

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

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

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

Sarah did not reply but followed Martha through the jibe way doorway, the elbow room seemed curiously spacious, with a door the far side, `` keep the bolt across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the blue air dress but also matching blue latex panties and a bra. `` deadbolt the door behind me ! '' she suggested.

Sarah felt very foolish, she wondered how on terra firma she had arrived in a fitting room with a fetish dress to try on when she was only really intending to go home.

The door bolts looked substantial enough, but there seemed to be nowhere to hang her own apparel, despite almost all the paries blank being given over to footlocker which all seemed to be closed and securely locked,

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

Martha smiles, `` Yes, ''

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

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

Sarah bolted the door, and looked at the clothes laid out, she slipped off her jacket, laying it on the ledge, then the skirt and top, and realising it would search bizarre with her bra she laid that on the pile, too, while she tried the rubber-base paint brassiere, it felt low temperature and clammy on her skin but somehow exciting and she was glad the tops of the cupful were soft enough to adapt to her SHAPE as her nipples stiffened, then she tried the frock, so lenient so elegant, and as she admired herself in the huge mirror she saw her tights and cotton pantie spoiled the illusion.

In seconds she had slipped tights and panties down and slipped them into her handbag, and then she pulled up the cool pie-eyed fitting latex panty and again she admired herself, and view of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly O.K., but when she looked down her boots looked laughable, and she went out to search something more suitable.

'' Excuse me, '' Martha rushed towards Sarah, `` You should not really go forth the adjustment room ''

'' I wanted some place. '' Sarah explained.

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

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

'' To cope with, blue, '' Martha muttered, `` these, `` Martha suggested.

Sarah looked at the skeletal stiletto heeled creations in a matching but darker shade of bluing, `` I do n't have intercourse about those cad. ``

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

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

walking was not easygoing, in fact Sarah needed Martha 's direction for those kickoff few faltering steps a steadying hand.

'' So, do we have a sale ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the placate breaking ball, the lack of incisive crimp and that howling warm rubbery comforting feel of the latex.

Sarah 's reply was the one Martha hoped to get word, `` But where would I wear it ? ``

'' Oh there are clubs 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 doors, these are the changing rooms, that 's why w have all the lockers for computer memory. ``

'' Can I '' Sarah asked.

'' See, No, '' Martha explained, `` Join, well you need to make a leverage and then there is a ten day cooling off period if you pay by credit visiting card, and we need to vet you, but yes. ``

'' Yes, what ? '' Sarah asked.

'' I will sponsor you, you can buy this getup for two hundred and eight pounding, and then there is a twenty five pound initial visitation stop fee for three calendar month and either a m pound flat pace per yr or fifty Pound per visit thereafter. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Certainly, if you get changed I 'll sort out 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 paint gown and laying it down on the ledge and dressing in her own street wear, she let herself out of the changing way and took her new latex underclothes to the front replication and paid on her Visa posting, and walked out into the Capitals sodium crepuscule, and away home.

Part 2

Sarah woke early next forenoon, somehow refreshed, she usually tossed and turned worrying about oeuvre but today she felt different, comforted secure, she realised she was wearing just the blue latex paint step-in and bra she bought yesterday, and sadly reflected she would have to have on ordinary cotton wool or silk underclothes, why had she not bought more she asked herself.

She showered and dressed, and despite her habit of not rising until noon on Saturday she was at the tube-shaped structure station by nine fifteen and at `` The portal site '' at five to ten, but the doors remained shut, the lights extinguished and signs of trend absent.

A little girl in a pitch-dark leather waited outside as Sarah tried the room access, `` Not up yet '' she explained, `` You here for the auditions. '' the girl asked.

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

'' half nine he said, '' the girl complained.

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

'' Yes, '' the missy replied, `` Hey look movement. '' A neon sign flickered, luminosity glowed at the rear of the storehouse, then a char made her way towards the threshold, more lightness began to follow to life and then the rattle of the dash and lock and the doorway swung open.

'' seed to audition ? '' the woman asked, as she turned the hanging signboard from Closed to Open.

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

'' Are you sure ? you look about right field for the job. '' the woman said, `` and confect, you were a no display stopping point time, have you kicked the drugs and booze ? ``

'' Yes, sure. '' the girl replied.

'' And you 're sober up now, drug exempt, not high gear ? ''

'' Yes, nearly. '' confect replied.

'' Ok, through identification number three then, dock 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 ledge and up the somebody steps between degree until she found the underwear, the sizing seemed esoteric, no Bra sizes just letters.

'' I 'm Julia, by the way. '' the char announced, Sarah looked at her, mid thirties perhaps, black whisker, split ends, poor skin color, dispirited center, firm jawline perhaps Scottish, a too perfect nose almost certainly from cosmetic surgery, and large business firm pinhead also probably from operation not instinctive and she was dressed entirely in blue denim, except her nigrify tee shirt and odd open toe sandals.

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

'' What ever feels mighty of class, we have a fitting elbow room. '' 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 colouration or style. '' Julia asked.

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

'' Why ? '' Julia asked and seeing Sarahs confusedness added, `` They wipe uncontaminating, lap then wipe dry and tire out them again, they 're very hard-nosed. ``

Sarah began to flush, `` Oh ! ``

'' I 'll get your details, we always keep a disk, 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 different people of color, or would you prefer a different trend ? '' Julia held up first a black rubber-base paint thong and then from a stand in a section at the side of the store she produced a monolithic pair of rubber knickers, easily reaching the shank they even had short ramification, with elasticated dance orchestra and ties to tear the material tight against the skin.

'' Oh ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

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

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

'' Any preference. '' Julia asked.

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

Blue bra and panties, and Red and Negro thongs, with a red Bra and total darkness peephole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the other customer to end up before she dared to approach the counter with the items and only at the last secondment she grabbed the large drawers to add to her purchases.

'' Can I leave the Blue I here with my attire ? '' Sarah asked hopefully.

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

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

Julia grinned. `` Oh we kept the detail lowest evening and re submitted them, it makes it safer for members if you can leave your credit card behind when you wear your latex ! ''

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

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

Sarah took the bag of new clothes to the go room and bolted both doorway before finding her locker, she saw the word Sarah and yesterdays date was now written across the room access, and quickly she loaded the new clothes into the footlocker and quickly slipped off her crownwork and tee shirt so she could take off her bra and put the lovely cool but stretchy yellow latex one on in its place, and then as she replaced her shirt noting the way her teat now protruded and bulged the fabric of the tee shirt she dressed and changed her pitch-dark lace panty for yellowness latex,

The cool golosh made her feel suddenly alive and somehow naughty, but with her jacket buttoned she was certain she looked no unlike as she left the changing room and made her way into the street.

Her legs were bare below her short blue jean bird, except for her short gabardine wind sock and white open toe sandals, and the cool air felt delicious, the sensation heightened by the non absorbant latex which kept the wet against her pelt, her own moistness and as she became more moist so she became more energize, she sat down on a seat beside the incline to some underground lavatories and watched the cosmos go by, and then she had to go home, to get some sculptural relief. She took a cab.

She felt so naughty as she rushed up stairs to her room and threw off her wench, she grabbed her footling dildo from the bedside table and pulling the private parts of her Latex pants aside she slid it easily between her voiced pink lower 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 memories were hazy, as it was so long since she was laid.

She thrust herself against the soft pillow, the rock and roll hard dildo within pressing her clit against the pillow and oh so soon she felt the glide slope of her freeing and as the Wave of purple and gullible pleasure passed over her she suddenly felt drained, and content, and decided just to sleep.

It was later good afternoon when she woke, her titty now wet with stew and her knee pants wax of her wetness and cum, she felt so naughty as she simply went to the lav, washed and wiped the Latex dry with a towel, and then she realised she had to collect her former purchases.

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

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

'' Changing elbow room 's at the back, '' the womanhood said brightly and Sarah rushed to the back of the storage and opened the door.

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

'' No, I just came for my material. '' Sarah explained.

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah was about to say `` No '' when Martha disappeared briefly but the woman from the store came in with a shameful rubber-base paint unit head teacher 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 head she said, `` It will finger a piddling odd. '' she put the piffling tray down and moistened a green lens `` appear right '' she ordered and she sat down and pried Sarah 's eyelid up to sneak in the easy lens.

Sarah blinked and announced, `` It feels odd, '' as Martha put the mo lens of the eye in.

'' Hows that, '' she asked.

'' Blurry, '' Martha replied, `` Wyrd. ``

'' Try walking, '' Martha suggested and Sarah found she could walk straight but everything was blurred. `` They sometimes spoil a fille 's balance. '' she explained, `` But that 's unspoiled. try this mask ''

Sarah sat down as Martha took her longsighted 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 psyche. It fitted right daily round under her chin and round down the back of her head completely covering her face except for her heart and oral cavity and a cakehole to breath through by her nose.

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

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

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

Martha suggested as she helped Sarah take out her crownwork and tee shirt, `` I 'll put it on a pinhead '' she said, `` just a moment. ''

Martha opened a locker, as the door opened she effortlessly slid a Mannequin along a track `` This ones your size of it, It keeps the shape so lots comfortably ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the mannequin and placed the cap on top. `` wench, and shoe, I have some stifle boots for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her skirt off.

'' It 's magnetised, '' Martha explained, `` mightily magnets in the animal foot and nous, thats why it stands up on alloy, OK '' she asked as she slid the locker shut.

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

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

Pat led Sarah through into the guild, it was darkness, the red lighting and super C lenses gave a phantasmagorical mauve touch to everything but Sarah realised she could see the catwalk lading to the left from the Changing way and the steps down to the body of the hall or room straight in social movement, it was a big area, three metre that of the workshop at least and she saw umbrageous figures in the background.

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

'' spear carrier 's ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Some fille slip into the hearing, sometimes they get paid 20 or more for a personal demonstration ! '' Pat laughed, `` Or defective ! ``

'' When do we embark on ? '' 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 stuff.

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

'' Jaffa Cakes ? '' Pat suggested handing her a full box which Sarah accepted gratefully.

The natural process increased as Lilli arrived to part the changing room, Fran was it seemed in the other room, and before Sarah was prepared Pat announced to Lilli, `` You 're on. ``

The threshold opened briefly and Lilli walked out into the glower of the footlights and as the threshold closed behind her, Sarah saw Lilli wore a simple cat masquerade party and a Black leather Jacket with tiny black leather panties, and Sarah was grateful that at least her pantie 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 au naturel fix to change into her next outfit, as Pat guided Sarah to the doorway 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 phone number seven from page five of your catalog, this is Sarah 's first time so be gentle with her. '' the voice continued.

The catwalk creaked, the boards flexing slightly through the deep pile rug, while the footlights around the slope of the catwalk hid all but the those nearest to her from sight, Sarah felt at once exposed yet anonymous as she walked to the end of the political platform, she turned and on an impulse turned her back on the gang and touched her toes, a wavelet of clapping rang through the way and then Sarah was back in the room.

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

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

'' Will you do the one piece next, it 's essentially a swim courting except, '' she held it and poked a fingerbreadth through one of the holes intended for the wearers'nipples. `` You OK with that ? ``

'' Oh, I do n't make love. '' Sarah said but Martha had already undone Sarah 's bra.

'' Try it here. '' she said, so Sarah took off her scanty to stand nude painting except for her mask.



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

A upsurge of excitement 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 slice, her pap needed encouragement to glint through the jam but Martha tweaked them slightly and soon they stood out like slight bullets and then she was ready.

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

Sarah could see little but the gleam of the footlights and shadowy figures, but she smiled at the warm reception she received, she stepped out confidently, surprised at her response and only as she turned did she realise it was her bare nipples that the interview appreciated so a great deal, she turned and could not defy thrusting her chest out.

'' Hey, fall down, sit on my lap, take the weight of your invertebrate foot ! '' someone suggested.

Sarah smiled, She would never have dared to be so bold without the typeface masque, and the favourable reception boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her nipple standing like footling bullets but her pussy 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 read the Minidress and coat, you wo n't get many offers I 'm afraid, unless you leave your knee breeches off ! ``

'' What ? '' Sarah asked incredulously.

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

Sarah slipped the one opus costume off and took the yellowish latex paint top Martha handed her and slipped it on, then she waited for Martha to bring the yellowness dame and knee length coat.

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

'' Lilla 's gone down, sod it. '' Martha complained, '' she 'll be at least ten minutes. ``

'' Fallen ? '' Sarah asked

'' No, '' Martha suggested, `` She 's after tips, she should wait until the end, '' she groaned, `` So quick 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 hazy shapes of the audience, horribly aware suddenly that she was naked beneath the mini dress, but as the actualization of her anonymity sank in it excited her, she let the coat flap surface and then at the bend she hitched the chick high-pitched and as she turned the hem flew out and a sharp intake of breath indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her kitty appreciated, and the calls to do down intensified.

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

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

'' Its schoolmistress and slave, '' Warned Martha, `` I 'll feature to cuff you and I 'll precede you out with a collar and ternary, OK. ''

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

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

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

'' No, `` Marha said, `` oh this is the wrong one, never nous, it traps the arms to the face, is it on ? ''

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

'' Here, '' Martha pulled the three seperate zip fastener along their single track closing the gap from navel to small-scale of the rachis, then she fastened the reinforced collar and attached the leash.

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

'' Can you pull them out, your hand should be right by it. '' Martha suggested.

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

'' Right then slave, we 're on. '' Martha replied.

'' And here we have a one piece latex cat-suit pair, mistress and slave in Joseph Black latex paint, page two in our catalogue, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to harbinger a change to the order but he continued, `` No need for offprint hand-cuffs or taking into custody, you can surprise the female child with that, and as you will see the breast detaches. ``

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

'' Yes feel ladies and gentleman full moon breast exposure, are n't they lovely, a big round of applause please. '' the auditory sensation was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her masque, `` But the main feature article are the air pocket, pull the thingies out my dear. '' The articulation of the public address ordered.

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

'' The special lineament is the private parts zip, not one individual orifice but up to three, '' the voice continued, `` Now watch as she pulls the zip around. ``

'' No Martha, '' Sarah complained, but the zip was subject from navel to anus and the gang liked it.

The voice continued `` thats it, full pic 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 jam, matching her two footling holes, '' the voice continued `` and as you see there are two stopple gear up in the sac, as Madam will show. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

'' Be quiet ! its only a demo. '' Martha said as she took the get-go rod and slid it effortlessly between Sarah 's piano pink vaginal lips.

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

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

Martha shook her head.

'' If required, '' the voice added in surprise. `` A big hired hand ladies and valet, Gillian will be available afterwards for one hundred and fifty pounds 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 alternative but to walk off leading Martha.

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

'' Damn you should have said you were a squirter. '' Martha scolded, `` You 'll hold to wipe it up, seize a towel. ``

Someone had seen what had happened and on cue Lilla stepped forward wearing a boastfully fluffy towel over the tiniest thong 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 mouth and hang her down, Martha picked up the glistening rod and wiped the end and as Sarah rubbed the towel over the carpeted rail with her chin so Martha pulled down the zip and eased the rod against Sarah 's anus.

Long lonely evenings almost betrayed Sarah, days when she had dreamed of two cock at once and made do with the handles of a loo brush and the dustpan brush, but she clenched her buttocks and to Martha 's dashing hopes Sarah 's anus resisted the assault.as Sarah remained head down in humiliation.

The towel muffled Sarahs protests as the minute rod was taken from the long pocket and inserted in Sarah 's drippage kettle of fish, but this time it was an audience phallus who leapt up onto the catwalk and inserted it, unbeknownst to Sarah who assumed it was Martha.

She felt completely, horribly totally exposed totally humiliated and ruttish than she could ever remember, she just needed a dick, someone to ream her hot wanton mess and harassment and sooth her clit as they rubbed against it, but instead when she dropped the towel Martha grabbed it and dragged her to her feet and in add up chagrin her chest 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 longsighted and she just had to waitress for Martha to withdraw it, except Martha started to play with it, gently easing it back and forth while she flicked at Sarahs clit with her other bridge player until Sarah thought she would burst.

'' Cuffs and thong '' Sarah announced as she pulled the ebony rod from Sarah one last time and helped peel away the cat-suit, the suit was wet with perspiration, and very wet around the crotch, 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 mask 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 translate why, '' queried Martha, `` yes it 's the like for all of us, '' she smiled at Sarah, `` I 'll put a strappy systema skeletale bra on you, '' she said and she reached across and selected one, `` Leather fetish range, do you like. ``

'' Yes, '' Sarah said despite her reservations, ''

'' And a bollock gag. '' Martha ordered, `` open up up. ``

Sarah opened her mouth to dissent but Martha expertly guided the shiny red ball between Saraha 's lips.

'' There, Lilla 's back. lets go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the shoes, the horseshoe are unseasonable, err them off. ''

Sarah felt small in her bare foot, `` No try these ! '' she said.

The shoes were bare skeletons, the blackguard immense, but Martha insisted and Sarah had to put them on and then with a leather leash around her neck Martha led Sarah out to her public.

'' And that concludes this flush display of products, '' the voice said, `` Here Ladies and man we have, Gillian, Gillian is uncommitted for private Roger Huntington Sessions at a mere one hundred and fifty pounds per session, but as common the first academic session is for auction sale, who will embark on me at one fifty ? ''

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

'' You are, '' Martha replied, `` bold face confident Gillian. ``

'' Two eighty do I hear three hundred. '' the voice enquired, `` Any progression 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 cubicle at the back of the elbow room where he motioned towards a chaise longue, she sat and he motioned for her to disseminate her legs and as she did so he dropped a flap at the figurehead of his trousers peeled a safe onto his rampant erection and beat back his instrument deep into her yearning womb. She melted into complete ecstasy as his muscular resolve filling her liquid unmanliness as he took his pleasure.

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

'' Sarah, '' a discorporate vocalism roused her from her dreamlike tranquillity, `` Sarah, this is Book of the Prophet Daniel, he wants to get it on if you 'll do anal. ``

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

'' She 's new, '' Martha explained, `` adjacent calendar week, we 'll pee-pee sure she 's gracious and clean for next week. ''