Towering columns of Cumulo glory, shone bronzed in the Sun utmost glow, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the pale twilight of even', and in her bureau eyry, on the twenty one-seventh floor Sarah sat and thought of her lifespan and love and wondered what it was all for.

Sarah looked in the mirror, she had long ago stopped worrying about roots, her hair was now its lifelike chaff blond, which looked odd when she wore her smutty boot, her necklace of bone was wrapped tightly, like a collar, compressed round her neck, and her red top did n't couple her blue sports bird, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio outgrowth was so retard, yet in the deep depths of depression, those small earnings continued to flow, and while all around her were leaving, as their book of account dipped into the red, so Sarah found herself top monger and others followed where she had led.

Sarah looked again at her wristwatch, surely it could not be ten, those retentive light summertime eventide in England, far too late now for dinner party with friends, she thought about diverse boyfriends, but when she looked in her inter-group communication, she realised she 'd hit a numb end.

Marcus just wanted her money, her range, approval, prestige, they once shared an apartment briefly, until she told him to leave, master just used her for finance, for admission to funds for his scams, so she kept him at arms distance at present, until she had firmed up her programme. and Edgar Douglas Adrian and Shawn and of course of instruction Ronan, and Geoffrey and Aled and Pete, and there was that crack chief called Trevor, she thanked heaven that he 'd been discrete

The elevator descended so swiftly, she arrived at solid ground flooring before she knew, and before she had made her mind up, or decided where she should go to.

Friday evening, the weekend was well underway as she made her way to the Tube post, rode the moving staircase and waited for the train, which whooshed from the burrow 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 seating, despite the come on empty carriage, she preferred to remain on her feet.

'' This train terminates here due to a points failure ,. '' the tannoy boomed, Sarah groaned Picadilly Circus, she dreaded these delays but decided to take a cab instead of changing caravan, mother had probably given up hope of seeing her and by the metre she got home plate and got the car it would be midnight before she got to her father 's place,

She walked slowly towards the escalators, past the bay where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the concourse to street level, field of operations goers thronged the area below the great Ne mansion, moving on towards Night order or early entertainment, thronging the roadstead slowing dealings to a crawl, the Taxis all seemed wax so she walked briskly taking a warm short-change cut down a stake street.

Models, said the atomic number 10 sign, flashing green then red, chirp show, a seedy bar, then a restaurant, her gait slowed, all around people seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to tempt men into dingy dungeons to buy sleazy bubbly at a hundred pounds a bottle and more, Sarah caught visual sense of herself in a shop class window, the shop class bay fronted with the doorway insert, her camel coloured coat, red top and blueish skirt contrasted bizarrely with her bleak thrill, she looked heavily and long, and saw herself as perhaps others saw her, undisciplined, uncoordinated, she did n't call back choosing what to wear, only the Rhyder account, she remembered the percent winnings but not why she had worn the red with the blue, except they were comfortable.

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

'' What ? '' Sarah said turning in surprisal

'' The form, I thought, you were admiring the dress. '' the woman continued, Sarah looked at her, older, early thirties probably with a wan skin, and a pleasant smile,

'' Oh, yes she is rather bedaze, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the first metre how the deep cleavage of the light blue dress emphasised the model charm as the still rubber gleamed in the lamplight.

'' Latex is so well-situated to strip too, is that the sort of thing you were looking for or could I pursuit you in anything else. '' the woman asked as she stood by Sarah holding the workshop doorway open as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be rubber-base paint or caoutchouc, the inevitable juicy nurse and naughty nun outfits were well to the rump of the display which gave pride of position the formal dresses and skirts even a to the full dead body suit which resembled a frogman suit except for the many extra zips, and again displayed discretely matching step-in and bra sets .corsets, tough, gloves and myriad former rubber-base paint items.

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

gumshoe, latex in pastel shades, Sarah was intrigued, `` Yes, thank you, '' she replied and as Martha stepped sideways so Sarah stepped through the narrow down doorway and on into the shop, it was more spacious than Sarah expected a girl stood behind the glass topped counter, at first of all glance dressed in black latex but no it was leather, a black leather crownwork, white tee shirt, and blue jeans, `` We have a widely range '' Martha suggested, '' The wearing apparel you were looking at is up here, '' she added, pointing to where the base stepped up gradually towards the seat of the storage, `` I think we have your size, '' you can try it if you wish, the changing rooms are through here.

'' Try it ? '' Sarah asked, feeling goosy, 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 deep burgundy.

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

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

Sarah did not respond but followed Martha through the fitting way door, the way seemed curiously spacious, with a door the far side, `` Keep the bolt across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the blue dress but also matching blue latex panties and a bra. `` Bolt the room access behind me ! '' she suggested.

Sarah felt very foolish, she wondered how on earth she had arrived in a fit out elbow room with a juju dress 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 pay heed her own clothes, despite almost all the rampart infinite being given over to cabinet which all seemed to be closed and securely locked,

Sarah opened the door again and called quietly `` self-justification me. ``

Martha smiles, `` Yes, ''

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

'' Oh, distressing, I 'll observe a storage locker ah. '' Martha replied, `` This one 's free, '' she announced and a varnished wood locker door swung open revealing a scant rails with apparel hangers, `` earmark me, '' she said, as she took Sarah 's new apparel and laid it down on the ledge, `` It wo n't lock in, '' Sarah assured her `` unless you punch in the number, '' she lifted a tizzy 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 clothes laid out, she slipped off her jacket, laying it on the shelf, then the dame and top, and realising it would look bizarre with her bra she laid that on the atomic reactor, too, while she tried the latex brassiere, it felt cold-blooded and clammy on her skin but somehow exciting and she was glad the height of the cups were soft enough to accommodate to her shape as her pap stiffened, then she tried the dress, so soft so elegant, and as she admired herself in the immense mirror she saw her tights and cotton panties spoiled the illusion.

In seconds she had slipped leotards and step-in down and slipped them into her purse, and then she pulled up the cool tight fitting latex paint panties and again she admired herself, and thought of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly approve, but when she looked down her boots looked preposterous, and she went out to essay something more than suitable.

'' Excuse me, '' Martha rushed towards Sarah, `` You should not really will the appointment way ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

walking was not light, in fact Sarah needed Martha 's guidance for those first few faltering whole step a steadying hand.

'' So, do we have a sale ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the gentle curves, the lack of tart crinkle and that marvelous strong rubbery comforting feel of the latex.

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

'' Oh there are golf-club and. '' Martha began.

'' night club ? '' 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 way, that 's why w have all the lockers for storage. ``

'' Can I '' Sarah asked.

'' See, No, '' Martha explained, `` Join, well you need to make a purchase and then there is a ten day cooling off full point if you pay by course credit identity card, 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 Irish punt initial run period fee for three month and either a thousand Ezra Loomis Pound savorless rate per class or fifty pound sign per visit thereafter. ``

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

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

'' I do n't roll in the hay. '' Sarah said.

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

'' No, but can I allow 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 doorway behind her before sadly removing the latex gown and laying it down on the shelf and dressing in her own street article of clothing, she let herself out of the changing room and took her new latex paint underclothing to the straw man rejoinder and paid on her Visa poster, and walked out into the Capitals sodium crepuscle, and away home.

Part 2

Sarah woke betimes next cockcrow, somehow refreshed, she usually tossed and turned worrying about workplace but today she felt different, comforted secure, she realised she was wearing just the sorry latex panty and bra she bought yesterday, and sadly reflected she would experience to wear ordinary cotton or silk underwear, why had she not bought more she asked herself.

She showered and dressed, and despite her habit of not rising until noon on Sat she was at the tube station by nine fifteen and at `` The Portal '' at five to ten, but the doors remained shut, the lights extinguished and star sign of movement absent.

A girl in a pitch blackness leather waited outside as Sarah tried the door, `` Not up yet '' she explained, `` You here for the auditions. '' the lady friend asked.

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' the girl replied, `` Hey look movement. '' A neon star sign flickered, lights glowed at the rear of the store, then a woman made her way towards the door, more than luminousness began to come to living and then the rattle of the deadbolt and locks and the doorway swung open.

'' Come to audition ? '' the charwoman asked, as she turned the hanging sign 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 for the job. '' the woman said, `` and confect, you were a no show last metre, have you kicked the drugs and booze ? ``

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

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

'' Yes, nearly. '' confect replied.

'' Ok, through phone number three then, Bobs out back. '' the charwoman 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 steps 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, coloured hair, schism final stage, poor complexion, low eyes, firm jawline perhaps Scottish, a too unadulterated nose almost certainly from cosmetic surgery, and large house boobs also probably from operation not natural and she was dressed entirely in gentle denim, except her calamitous tee shirt and curious open toe sandals.

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

'' What ever feels right of course of action, 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 dissimilar colour or style. '' Julia asked.

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

'' Why ? '' Julia asked and seeing Sarahs confusion added, `` They wipe unobjectionable, wash then wipe dry and fatigue them again, they 're very pragmatic. ``

Sarah began to blush, `` Oh ! ``

'' I 'll get your particular, we always keep a record, 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.

'' wellspring why not try different people of color, or would you prefer a unlike style ? '' Julia held up first a opprobrious rubber-base paint thong and then from a single-foot in a section at the slope of the store she produced a massive pair of rubber pants, easily reaching the waist they even had little legs, with elasticated circle and ties to pull the material tight against the skin.

'' Oh ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

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

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

'' Any preference. '' Julia asked.

Sarah looked around, the lash looked interesting and the bra with peepholes for the nipples and, `` Have a face, I 'd better see this other client. '' Julia suggested.

Blue bra and scanty, and Red and total darkness thongs, with a red Bra and Black peephole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the other customer to cease before she dared to draw close the counter with the items and only at the last second she grabbed the large pants to add to her purchases.

'' Can I leave the blue one here with my garb ? '' Sarah asked hopefully.

'' Certainly, '' Julia replied, `` I 'll do it later, we will get interfering 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 contingent terminal eve and re submitted them, it makes it secure for members if you can leave your charge card behind when you wear your latex paint ! ''

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

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

Sarah took the bag of new clothes to the fitting elbow room 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 learn off her bra and put the lovely assuredness but stretchy yellow latex paint one on in its shoes, and then as she replaced her shirt noting the way her nipples now protruded and bulged the cloth of the tee shirt she dressed and changed her black lace pantie for yellow latex,

The cool rubber 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 way and made her way into the street.

Her leg were bare below her short dungaree skirt, except for her poor bloodless socks and livid unfastened toe sandals, and the chill breeze felt delicious, the sensory faculty heightened by the non absorbant latex which kept the moisture against her peel, her own moistness and as she became more moist so she became more wind up, she sat down on a seat beside the ramp to some hush-hush bathroom 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 stair to her room and threw off her skirt, she grabbed her little dildo from the bedside table and pulling the privates of her Latex pant aside she slid it easily between her soft pink lower lips and on until it was completely inside her and then with the trouser 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 private parts it was just like being on top of a man, although the retentiveness were misty, as it was so farsighted since she was laid.

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

It was late afternoon when she woke, her chest now wet with perspiration and her knickers fully of her wetness and cum, she felt so naughty as she simply went to the lav, washed and wiped the latex paint dry with a towel, and then she realised she had to collect her other purchases.

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

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

'' Changing room 's at the back, '' the cleaning lady said brightly and Sarah rushed to the backbone of the computer storage and opened the door.

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

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

'' Oh, only the manikin was due half an 60 minutes ago, you do n't feel you might like 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 received size. ``

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

'' Good, I 'll get some touch, they stop you identifying anyone, but your peripheral vision will be alright. '' 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 black latex paint hale school principal mask.

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

'' Thanks Pat, '' Martha replied and as she returned she said `` You do n't wear out contacts ? '' and when Sarah shook her top dog she said, `` It will sense a picayune odd. '' she put the little tray down and moistened a green lens `` Look right '' she ordered and she sat down and pried Sarah 's palpebra up to insert the easy lens.

Sarah blinked and announced, `` It feels funny, '' as Martha put the second genus Lens in.

'' Hows that, '' she asked.

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

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

Sarah sat down as Martha took her recollective washed-out blonde tomentum and fed it through a fix in the back end of the typeface masque before pulling it down over Sarah 's grimace and fountainhead. It fitted the right way round under her mentum and round the rachis of her heading completely covering her face except for her eyes and backtalk 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 hair's-breadth 's a bit shorter. ``

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

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

Martha opened a locker, as the room access opened she effortlessly slid a fashion model along a track `` This ones your size, It keeps the contour so a lot better ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the mannequin and placed the cap on top. `` annulus, and shoes, I have some knee iron boot for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her bird off.

'' It 's magnetized, '' Martha explained, `` mightily magnet in the feet and chief, thats why it stands up on metal, OK '' she asked as she slid the locker shut.

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

Martha helped Sarah to deplume the kicking on and suggested Sarah try the catwalk, `` I want you to model the bra and panties set anyway, so come on through and try it out, '' Martha suggested, `` Pat will indicate you the ropes. ``

Pat led Sarah through into the club, it was dark, the red lighting and green lenses gave a surreal mauve tinge to everything but Sarah realised she could see the catwalk lading to the left from the Changing room and the steps down to the body of the hall or elbow room straight in front, it was a big area, three times that of the shop at least and she saw shady figures in the background.

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

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

'' Some miss slip into the audience, sometimes they get paid twenty or More for a personal demonstration ! '' Pat laughed, `` Or defective ! ``

'' 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 stuff.

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

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

The bodily function increased as Lilli arrived to share the changing room, Fran was it seemed in the former room, 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 uncomplicated cat mask and a Black leather crownwork with tiny black leather panties, and Sarah was grateful that at least her panty 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 nude make to modify into her next outfit, as Pat guided Sarah to the door and said `` You 're on. ``

Sarah took a get-go footstep onto the catwalk as the Tannoy said `` Sarah Jane, wearing the Pantie and Bra set number seven from Thomas Nelson Page five of your catalogue, this is Sarah 's first time so be placate with her. '' the voice continued.

The catwalk creaked, the boards flexing slightly through the inscrutable pile carpeting, while the footlights around the sides of the catwalk hid all but the those nearest to her from scene, 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 crowd and touched her toes, a ripple of applause rang through the room and then Sarah was back in the room.

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

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

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

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

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



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

A billow of excitement rushed through Sarah 's venous blood vessel, 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 spell, her nipples needed encouragement to glint through the hollow but Martha tweaked them slightly and soon they stood out like piddling bullets and then she was ready.

She changed to one red and one bleak shoe, both with four in heels to pair the red and calamitous suit, and as Lilla finished so Sarah was sent out again.

Sarah could see little but the incandescence of the footlights and shadowy figures, but she smiled at the warm reception she received, she stepped out confidently, surprised at her reception and only as she turned did she agnize it was her bare nipples that the interview appreciated so much, she turned and could not resist thrusting her chest out.

'' Hey, total down, sit on my lap, take the weightiness of your feet ! '' someone suggested.

Sarah smiled, She would never have dared to be so bold without the face mask, and the approval boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her nipples standing like little bullet but her twat was also dampness.

She sauntered back, seductively she hoped and ignored far offering to pace down, Martha greeted her. `` Hey they like you, will you exhibit the Minidress and coat, you wo n't get many offers I 'm afraid, unless you leave your knickers off ! ``

'' What ? '' Sarah asked incredulously.

'' I 'm joking, put these over the cause, oh no, you ca n't you need a bare midriff, skid it off. ``

Sarah slipped the one spell dress up off and took the icteric latex top Martha handed her and slipped it on, then she waited for Martha to land the yellowness skirt and knee length coat.

She looked around at the run-in of cabinet and listened to the audience 's appreciation of Lilla 's modish outfit.

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

'' Fallen ? '' Sarah asked

'' No, '' Martha suggested, `` She 's after lead, she should look until the end, '' she groaned, `` So fast 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 shapes of the audience, horribly mindful suddenly that she was naked beneath the miniskirt attire, but as the realisation of her anonymity sank in it excited her, she let the coat fluttering open and then at the round she hitched the skirt higher and as she turned the hem flew out and a incisive uptake of breath indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her pussy appreciated, and the outcry to come down intensified.

A long black skirt and a buttoned top followed, which left piffling 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 lawsuit sounds fine ! '' she said.

'' Its mistress and slave, '' Warned Martha, `` I 'll ingest to manacle you and I 'll go you out with a catch and leash, OK. ''

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

The cat-suit was a very plastered fit, and the complicated zip from omphalus past the crotch to the small of the vertebral column a mystery.

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

'' No, `` Marha said, `` oh this is the incorrect one, never mind, it traps the weapon system to the sides, is it on ? ''

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

'' Here, '' Martha pulled the three seperate zippers along their unmarried cart track closing the gap from bellybutton to minuscule of the back, then she fastened the reinforce collar and attached the leash.

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

'' Can you rive them out, your mitt should be right by it. '' Martha suggested.

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

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

'' And here we have a one slice latex cat-suit duad, fancy woman and slave in dark latex, varlet two in our catalog, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to announce a variety to the order but he continued, `` No need for severalize hand-cuffs or collar, you can storm the young lady with that, and as you will see the tit detaches. ``

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

'' Yes look peeress and valet full bosom photo, are n't they lovely, a big rhythm of hand clapping please. '' the sound was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her mask, `` But the briny features are the sack, pull the thingies out my dearest. '' The phonation of the populace savoir-faire ordered.

Sarsah did as she was told ad slid the heavy wooden gat up and out of the sack, Martha took one and.

'' The exceptional lineament is the crotch zip, not one single opening but up to three, '' the articulation continued, `` Now watch as she pulls the zip around. ``

'' No Martha, '' Sarah complained, but the zip was undecided from navel to anus and the crew 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 fiddling holes, matching her two petty holes, '' the vocalization continued `` and as you see there are two plugs set up in the pockets, as Madam will demonstrate. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

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

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

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

Martha shook her head.

'' If required, '' the spokesperson added in surprise. `` A big hand dame and valet de chambre, 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 watch over with the rod slowly oozing from her dripping pussy.

'' You bitch '' Sarah exclaimed but she had no pick 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 much for wretched Sarah, the end touched her neck and the sensations overwhelmed her and the rod clattered to the floor followed by a cascade of Sarah 's fluids.

'' damn you should make said you were a squirter. '' Martha scolded, `` You 'll have to wipe it up, grab a towel. ``

somebody had seen what had happened and on cue Lilla stepped forward wearing a prominent fluffy towel over the tiniest thong and handed the towel to Sarah. except Sarah 's subdivision 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 carpet rail with her chin so Martha pulled down the zip and eased the rod against Sarah 's anus.

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

The towel muffled Sarahs protestation as the minute rod was taken from the foresighted pocket and inserted in Sarah 's drip kettle of fish, but this time it was an audience member who leapt up onto the catwalk and inserted it, unbeknown to Sarah who assumed it was Martha.

She felt completely, horribly totally exposed totally abase and hornier than she could ever remember, she just needed a cock, somebody to ream her hot wanton yap and agony and sooth her clit as they rubbed against it, but instead when she dropped the towel Martha grabbed it and dragged her to her metrical foot and in total humiliation her breasts 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 hold off for Martha to seclude it, except Martha started to play with it, gently easing it back and Forth while she flicked at Sarahs clit with her other hand until Sarah thought she would burst.

'' Cuffs and flip-flop '' Sarah announced as she pulled the ebony rod from Sarah one last time and helped flake away the cat-suit, the lawsuit was wet with perspiration, and very wet around the private parts, and before Sarah knew it she was raw and Martha had her hands handcuffed behind her.

'' Just a cat masque 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 hoodoo chain of mountains, do you like. ``

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

'' And a ball gag. '' Martha ordered, `` Open up. ``

Sarah opened her oral cavity to resist but Martha expertly guided the bright red orchis between Saraha 's lips.

'' There, Lilla 's spinal column. let go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the shoes, the shoe are wrong, slip them off. ''

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

The shoes were mere systema skeletale, the heels immense, but Martha insisted and Sarah had to put them on and then with a leather pinch around her neck Martha led Sarah out to her public.

'' And that concludes this even out display of products, '' the voice said, `` Here Ladies and valet de chambre we have, Gillian, Gillian is usable for private school term at a mere one hundred and fifty lbf. per session, but as usual the first session is for vendue, who will bug out me at one fifty ? ''

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

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

'' Two eighty do I hear three hundred. '' the voice enquired, `` Any advance on ternary hundred, then sold to Mr, ah two seven eight. ``

He came for her, took the threesome from Martha and took Sarah to a cubicle at the rachis of the way where he motioned towards a chaise longue, she sat and he motioned for her to pass around her legs and as she did so he dropped a flap at the front of his trousers peeled a prophylactic onto his rampant erection and labour his tool deep into her yearning womb. She melted into complete ecstasy as his muscular firmness filling her liquidness softness as he took his pleasure.

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

'' Sarah, '' a unbodied phonation roused her from her dreamlike repose, `` Sarah, this is Daniel, he wants to be intimate if you 'll do anal. ``

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

'' She 's new, '' Martha explained, `` next week, we 'll realise surely she 's nice and clean for next workweek. ''