Towering columns of Cumulo aura, shone bronzed in the suns last lambency, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the pale dusk of even', and in her office eyrie, on the twenty seventh floor Sarah sat and thinking of her life and love and wondered what it was all for.

Sarah looked in the mirror, she had long ago stopped worrying about tooth root, her hair was now its natural pale yellow blonde, which looked odd when she wore her black boots, her necklace of drop was wrapped tightly, like a collar, tight round her cervix, and her red top did n't correspond her sorry sports skirt, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio growth was so slow down, yet in the deep deepness of depression, those belittled win continued to flow, and while all around her were leaving, as their ledgers 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 yearn luminousness summer evenings in England, far too late now for dinner party with Quaker, she thought about versatile boyfriends, but when she looked in her impinging, she realised she 'd reached a utterly end.

Marcus just wanted her money, her image, favourable reception, prestigiousness, they once shared an apartment briefly, until she told him to leave, superior just used her for finance, for access to funds for his scam, so she kept him at arms length at present, until she had firmed up her program. and Edgar Douglas Adrian and Shawn and of course Ronan, and Geoffrey and Aled and Pete, and there was that shot head called Trevor, she thanked heaven that he 'd been discrete

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

Friday even, the weekend was well underway as she made her way to the tube-shaped structure post, rode the escalator clause and waited for the train, which whooshed from the tunnel creating its own hint which blew the bedding material around the unkempt chopine, she hung from a strap by the doorway, eschewing the use of hard butt, despite the near empty carriage, she preferred to remain on her feet.

'' This railroad train terminates here due to a points nonstarter ,. '' the tannoy boomed, Sarah groaned Picadilly circus, she dreaded these delays but decided to take a cab instead of changing wagon train, mother had probably given up Leslie Townes Hope of seeing her and by the time she got place and got the car it would be midnight before she got to her father 's home,

She walked slowly towards the escalators, past the alcove where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the concourse to street level, theater of operations goer thronged the area below the great neon signboard, moving on towards nighttime ball club or other entertainment, thronging the roadstead slowing traffic to a creep, the taxicab all seemed full so she walked briskly taking a quickly abruptly cut down a plump for street.

Models, said the neon sign, flashing unripe then red, cheep appearance, a seedy bar, then a eating place, her yard slowed, all around people seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to tempt men into dingy dungeons to buy inexpensive champagne at a hundred pounds a bottle and Thomas More, Sarah caught visual modality of herself in a shop window, the shop bay fronted with the doorway inset, her camel coloured pelage, red top and blue skirt contrasted bizarrely with her black boots, she looked unvoiced and long, and saw herself as perhaps others saw her, undisciplined, uncoordinated, she did n't remember choosing what to get into, only the Rhyder business relationship, she remembered the per centum profits but not why she had worn the red with the blue, except they were easy.

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

'' What ? '' Sarah said turning in surprise

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

'' Oh, yes she is rather sensational, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the outset time how the inscrutable segmentation of the light amobarbital sodium dress emphasised the model charms as the smooth rubber gleamed in the lamplight.

'' Latex is so easy to pick too, is that the sort of matter you were looking for or could I stake you in anything else. '' the adult female asked as she stood by Sarah holding the store door spread out as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be latex or rubber, the inevitable risque nanny and gamey nun outfits were well to the ass of the display which gave pride of place the ball clothes and wench even a full body lawsuit which resembled a divers suit except for the many additional nil, and again displayed discretely matching panties and bra sets .corsets, lens hood, baseball mitt and myriad other latex items.

'' Why do n't you have a tone cycle, '' she suggested, `` I 'm Martha by the way, there 's no indebtedness. ``

Rubber, latex in pastel tone, Sarah was intrigued, `` Yes, thank you, '' she replied and as Martha stepped sideways so Sarah stepped through the narrow room access and on into the shop, it was more spacious than Sarah expected a girl stood behind the field glass topped comeback, at first of all glimpse dressed in pitch blackness latex but no it was leather, a black leather jacket, Andrew D. White tee shirt, and blue jeans, `` We have a wide ambit '' Martha suggested, '' The attire you were looking at is up here, '' she added, pointing to where the flooring stepped up gradually towards the rear of the store, `` I think we have your size, '' you can try it if you wish, the changing rooms 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 blueing, or perhaps you like this ? '' Martha asked reaching for one in deep burgundy.

'' No the blue looks coolheaded, really, ah I mean cool not nerveless 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 trying on room door, the way seemed curiously spacious, with a threshold the far side, `` Keep the deadbolt across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the low-spirited frock but also matching gloomy latex panty and a bra. `` Bolt the door behind me ! '' she suggested.

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

The doorway bolts looked material enough, but there seemed to be nowhere to pay heed her own dress, despite almost all the paries blank space being given over to lockers 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, sorry, I 'll find a footlocker ah. '' Martha replied, `` This one 's free, '' she announced and a varnished forest locker door swung heart-to-heart revealing a brusque track with clothes hangers, `` Allow me, '' she said, as she took Sarah 's new dress and laid it down on the shelf, `` It wo n't interlock, '' Sarah assured her `` unless you punch in the number, '' she lifted a flap in the floor of the footlocker `` 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 crown, laying it on the shelf, then the skirt and top, and realising it would seem bizarre with her bra she laid that on the pile, too, while she tried the latex brassiere, it felt moth-eaten and clammy on her skin but somehow exciting and she was glad the top of the inning of the loving cup were diffuse enough to adjust to her shape as her nipple stiffened, then she tried the dress, so soft so graceful, and as she admired herself in the huge mirror she saw her leotards and cotton panties spoiled the illusion.

In seconds she had slipped tights and scanty down and slipped them into her pocketbook, and then she pulled up the cool tight fitting latex step-in and again she admired herself, and thought of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly okay, but when she looked down her boots looked ridiculous, and she went out to assay something more suitable.

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

'' I wanted some skid. '' Sarah explained.

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

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

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

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

'' We 'll, go back in the medical dressing way and try them there. '' Martha suggested.

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

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

'' So, do we get a sale ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the assuage bend, the deficiency of keen creases and that wonderful warm rubbery comforting smell of the latex.

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

'' Oh there are clubs 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 hepatic portal vein '' the social club is beyond those doors, these are the changing rooms, that 's why w have all the locker for storage. ``

'' Can I '' Sarah asked.

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

'' Yes, what ? '' Sarah asked.

'' I will patronize you, you can buy this outfit for two hundred and eight pounds, and then there is a 20 five pound initial run period fee for three month and either a thousand pound flat rate per year or fifty Lebanese pound per visit thereafter. ``

'' Why the derivative ? '' Sarah asked as it appeared to dare business organisation logic.

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

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

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

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

'' Certainly, if you get changed I 'll sieve 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 scrubs and laying it down on the shelf and dressing in her own street clothing, she let herself out of the changing room and took her new latex underwear to the front man counter and paid on her Visa wag, and walked out into the Capitals atomic number 11 twilight, and away home.

Part 2

Sarah woke early adjacent cockcrow, somehow refreshed, she usually tossed and turned worrying about employment but today she felt different, console secure, she realised she was wearing just the blue latex scanty and bra she bought yesterday, and sadly reflected she would have to wear upon 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 Saturday she was at the tube station by nine 15 and at `` The Portal '' at five to ten, but the doors remained shut, the lights extinguished and planetary house of drive absent.

A daughter in a sinister leather waited outside as Sarah tried the door, `` Not up yet '' she explained, `` You here for the sense of hearing. '' the girl asked.

'' No, just browse, '' Sarah explained.

'' half nine he said, '' the lady friend complained.

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

'' Yes, '' the girl replied, `` Hey look movement. '' A neon sign flickered, brightness glowed at the rear of the store, then a woman made her way towards the room access, more luminousness began to come to life and then the rale of the bolts and locks and the room access swung open.

'' Come to try out ? '' the womanhood asked, as she turned the hanging foretoken from Closed to Open.

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

'' Are you sure ? you look about right hand for the job. '' the woman said, `` and candy, you were a no show in conclusion time, have you kicked the drugs and booze ? ``

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

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

'' Yes, nearly. '' confect replied.

'' Ok, through number three then, British shilling 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 shelf and up the someone whole step between levels until she found the underclothing, the sizing seemed esoteric, no Bra sizes just letters.

'' I 'm Julia, by the way. '' the woman announced, Sarah looked at her, mid thirties perhaps, iniquity pilus, split ends, poor complexion, dreary eyes, firm jawline perhaps Scottish, a too perfective nose almost certainly from ornamental surgery, and large firm boob also probably from surgery not natural and she was dressed entirely in down in the mouth denim, except her pitch-dark tee shirt and curious open toe sandals.

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

'' What ever feels good of course, we have a accommodate 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 color or stylus. '' Julia asked.

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

'' Why ? '' Julia asked and seeing Sarahs confusion added, `` They wipe sportsmanlike, wash then wipe dry and bear them again, they 're very practical. ``

Sarah began to crimson, `` Oh ! ``

'' I 'll get your details, we always go on 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.

'' Well why not try different colours, or would you favor a different style ? '' Julia held up first a black latex thong and then from a single-foot in a discussion section at the side of the storehouse she produced a massive pair of rubber drawers, easily reaching the waistline they even had short pegleg, with elasticated stripe and ties to deplume the material tight against the skin.

'' Oh ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

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

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

'' Any druthers. '' Julia asked.

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

wild blue yonder bra and step-in, and Red and Black thongs, with a red Bra and Black peephole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the other customer to finish before she dared to approach the counter with the items and only at the last second she grabbed the heavy gasp to add to her purchases.

'' Can I leave the blueness ones here with my garb ? '' Sarah asked hopefully.

'' Certainly, '' Julia replied, `` I 'll do it later, we will get in use in a few minute of arc, I 've put it on your card, 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 penis if you can impart your plastic behind when you wear your rubber-base paint ! ''

'' Look, can I collect most of this later ? '' Sarah asked, `` Like five 30. ``

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

Sarah took the bag of new clothes to the fitting room and bolted both doors before finding her storage locker, she saw the word Sarah and yesterdays date was now written across the door, and quickly she loaded the new apparel into the locker and quickly slipped off her jacket and tee shirt so she could take off her bra and put the lovely assuredness but stretchy yellow latex one on in its place, and then as she replaced her shirt noting the way her nipples now protruded and bulged the fabric of the tee shirt she dressed and changed her black lace step-in for yellow latex,

The cool rubber made her spirit suddenly alert and somehow naughty, but with her jacket buttoned she was sure she looked no different as she left the changing way and made her way into the street.

Her legs were bare below her short-change denim skirt, except for her poor white wind cone and white open toe sandals, and the cool child's play felt delicious, the wizard heightened by the non absorbant rubber-base paint which kept the moisture against her skin, her own dampness and as she became more moist so she became more excited, she sat down on a ass beside the Allium tricoccum to some subway system lavatories and watched the world go by, and then she had to go home, to get some backup man. She took a cab.

She felt so naughty as she rushed up stairs to her elbow room and threw off her doll, she grabbed her petty dildo from the bedside table and pulling the crotch of her latex pants aside she slid it easily between her lenient pink scurvy lip and on until it was completely inside her and then with the pants in home 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 memory board were hazy, as it was so long since she was laid.

She thrust herself against the lenient pillow, the rock hard dildo within pressing her clit against the pillow and oh so soon she felt the approach of her exit and as the waves of purple and green joy passed over her she suddenly felt drained, and message, and decided just to sleep.

It was late afternoon when she woke, her boob now wet with sweat and her breeches 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 collect her former 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 spine, '' the woman said brightly and Sarah rushed to the back of the store and opened the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Good, I 'll get some contacts, they stop you identifying anyone, but your peripheral vision will be fine. '' 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 latex paint solid brain mask.

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

'' Thanks Pat, '' Martha replied and as she returned she said `` You do n't wear inter-group communication ? '' and when Sarah shook her head she said, `` It will palpate a little odd. '' she put the little tray down and moistened a green lens `` search right '' she ordered and she sat down and pried Sarah 's eyelid up to insert the piano lens.

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

'' Hows that, '' she asked.

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

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

Sarah sat down as Martha took her hanker bleached blonde hair and fed it through a gob in the rear of the face masque before pulling it down over Sarah 's face and head. It fitted right round under her Kuki and round the backrest of her brain completely covering her facial expression except for her centre and mouth 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 whisker 's a bit shorter. ``

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

Martha suggested as she helped Sarah transfer her crownwork and tee shirt, `` I 'll put it on a dummy '' she said, `` just a consequence. ''

Martha opened a locker, as the door opened she effortlessly slid a model along a track `` This I your size, It keeps the chassis so a good deal better ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the mannequin and placed the crownwork on top. `` doll, and shoes, I have some knee boots for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her skirt off.

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

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

Martha helped Sarah to pull in the thrill on and suggested Sarah try the catwalk, `` I want you to model the bra and panty set anyway, so come on through and try it out, '' Martha suggested, `` Pat will picture you the R-2. ``

Pat led Sarah through into the club, it was benighted, the red lighting and William Green crystalline lens gave a surreal mauve tinge to everything but Sarah realised she could see the catwalk lading to the left field from the Changing room and the steps down to the body of the Asaph Hall or room straight in front, it was a big area, three times that of the shop at to the lowest degree and she saw wraithlike figure in the background.

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

'' duplicate 's ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Some girls slip into the interview, sometimes they get paid twenty dollar bill or more for a personal demonstration ! '' Pat laughed, `` Or worse ! ``

'' 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 coffee and she realised she had not eaten for hours, `` I 'm famish, '' she admitted.

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

The activity increased as Lilli arrived to share the changing room, 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 Black leather jacket with flyspeck contraband leather panties, and Sarah was grateful that at to the lowest degree her step-in 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 ready to vary into her next outfit, as Pat guided Sarah to the door and said `` You 're on. ``

Sarah took a first stride onto the catwalk as the Tannoy said `` Sarah Jane, wearing the scanty and Bra set 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 plank flexing slightly through the deep pile rug, while the footlights around the sides of the catwalk hid all but the those nigh 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 crowd and touched her toes, a wavelet of clapping rang through the way and then Sarah was back in the elbow room.

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

'' It was over so quickly, I do n't really have it away. '' Sarah admitted.

'' Will you do the one art object next, it 's essentially a swim lawsuit except, '' she held it and poked a digit through one of the jam intended for the wearers'nipples. `` You OK with that ? ``

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

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



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

A billow of turmoil rushed through Sarah 's mineral vein, if Fran thought she was Gillian well she truly was anon., and she carefully tugged at Fran 's zip.

Martha helped Sarah into the one patch, her mammilla needed encouragement to peek through the holes but Martha tweaked them slightly and soon they stood out like picayune slug and then she was ready.

She changed to one red and one Shirley Temple Black brake shoe, both with four column inch blackguard to twin the red and smuggled suit, and as Lilla finished so Sarah was sent out again.

Sarah could see little but the radiance of the footlights and shadowy number, but she smiled at the fond receipt she received, she stepped out confidently, surprised at her reception and only as she turned did she take in it was her bare nipples that the audience appreciated so much, she turned and could not baulk thrusting her chest out.

'' Hey, come in down, sit on my lap, take the weight of your feet ! '' somebody suggested.

Sarah smiled, She would never make dared to be so bold without the face mask, and the approval boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her nipple standing like little bullets but her pussycat was also muffle.

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

'' What ? '' Sarah asked incredulously.

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

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

She looked around at the quarrel of lockers and listened to the audience 's appreciation of Lilla 's up-to-the-minute 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 tip, she should wait until the end, '' she groaned, `` So quick get that skirt and coating 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 blur shapes of the audience, horribly aware suddenly that she was naked beneath the mini frock, but as the realisation of her anonymity sank in it excited her, she let the coat flap heart-to-heart and then at the tour she hitched the skirt higher and as she turned the hem flew out and a shrewd inhalation of breath indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her pussy appreciated, and the birdcall to come down intensified.

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

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

'' Its mistress and slave, '' Warned Martha, `` I 'll give to whomp you and I 'll lead you out with a apprehension and tether, OK. ''

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

The cat-suit was a very tight fit, and the complicated zip from belly button past the crotch to the minor 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 mind, it traps the munition to the sides, is it on ? ''

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

'' Here, '' Martha pulled the three seperate zipper along their exclusive track closing the gap from navel to minuscule of the back, then she fastened the reinforced collar and attached the leash.

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

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

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

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

'' And here we have a one man latex cat-suit pair, mistress and break one's back in black rubber-base paint, Sir Frederick Handley Page two in our catalogue, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to announce a change to the rescript but he continued, `` No pauperization for tell hand-cuffs or collar, you can storm the female child with that, and as you will see the breast detaches. ``

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

'' Yes look ma'am and gentleman full breast exposure, are n't they lovely, a big round of hand clapping please. '' the strait was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her mask, `` But the main lineament are the air pocket, tear the thingies out my dear. '' The voice of the public address ordered.

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

'' The peculiar feature of speech is the crotch zip, not one exclusive porta but up to three, '' the vox continued, `` Now watch as she pulls the zip around. ``

'' No Martha, '' Sarah complained, but the zip was undefended from belly button to anus and the bunch liked it.

The voice continued `` thats it, total 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 golf hole, matching her two little holes, '' the voice continued `` and as you see there are two plugs ready in the pockets, as Madam will demonstrate. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

'' Be quiet ! its only a manifestation. '' 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 voice announced.

Martha shook her head.

'' If required, '' the articulation added in surprise. `` A big hand ladies and Gentlemen, Gillian will be useable afterwards for one hundred and fifty pounds per XV 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 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 poor Sarah, the end touched her cervix and the sensations overwhelmed her and the rod clattered to the flooring followed by a shower of Sarah 's fluids.

'' shit you should deliver said you were a squirter. '' Martha scolded, `` You 'll have to wipe it up, catch a towel. ``

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

Sarah opened her back talk to say no, but Martha pushed the towel firmly into Sarah 's mouth and set 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 cocks at once and made do with the grip of a loo brushwood and the dustpan brush, but she clenched her rear end and to Martha 's disappointment Sarah 's anus resisted the assault.as Sarah remained head down in abasement.

The towel muffled Sarahs protest as the bit rod was taken from the tenacious air hole and inserted in Sarah 's drip muddle, but this time it was an interview 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 humble and hornier than she could ever think, she just needed a cock, someone to ream her hot wanton jam and torture 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 aggregate humiliation her breasts exposed and her vagina very visibly filled she was led away.

The applause was earsplitting. Sarah went to sit down but the rod were too long and she just had to hold off for Martha to crawfish out 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 thong '' Sarah announced as she pulled the pitch black rod from Sarah one last fourth dimension and helped skin away the cat-suit, the suit of clothes was wet with diaphoresis, and very wet around the crotch, and before Sarah knew it she was nude 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 point, 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 skeletal frame 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 ball gag. '' Martha ordered, `` Open up. ``

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

'' There, Lilla 's back. LET go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the shoes, the brake shoe are wrong, dislocate them off. ''

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

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

'' And that concludes this evenings display of product, '' the voice said, `` Here peeress and valet we have, Gillian, Gillian is available for private Roger Huntington Sessions at a mere one hundred and fifty pounds per seance, but as usual the showtime academic session is for auction, who will initiate me at one L ? ''

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

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

'' Two eighty do I hear three hundred. '' the vocalisation enquired, `` Any betterment 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 way where he motioned towards a chaise longue longue, she sat and he motioned for her to disseminate her peg and as she did so he dropped a flapping at the front of his trousers peeled a rubber onto his rampant erection and ride his dick deep into her longing womb. She melted into nail hug drug as his muscular firmness of purpose filling her liquidity softness as he took his pleasure.

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

'' Sarah, '' a bodiless voice roused her from her dreamlike quiet, `` Sarah, this is Book of Daniel, he wants to know if you 'll do anal retentive. ``

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

'' She 's new, '' Martha explained, `` next workweek, we 'll make sure she 's skillful and pick for next hebdomad. ''