Towering newspaper column of Cumulo aureole, shone bronzed in the sunlight net glow, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the pale twilight of even', and in her office eyry, on the twenty 7th story Sarah sat and sentiment of her animation and love and wondered what it was all for.

Sarah looked in the mirror, she had long ago stopped worrying about roots, her whisker was now its innate straw blonde, which looked odd when she wore her smuggled boots, her necklace of pearls was wrapped tightly, like a collar, tight bout her neck, and her red top did n't match her blue athletics wench, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio increment was so easy, yet in the deep astuteness of natural depression, those small net income 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 long light summer even in England, far too belated now for dinner with friends, she thought about various young man, but when she looked in her tangency, she realised she 'd reached a dead end.

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

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

Friday eventide, the weekend was well underway as she made her way to the Tube station, rode the moving stairway and waited for the train, which whooshed from the tunnel creating its own wind which blew the bedding material around the unkempt platforms, she hung from a shoulder strap by the door, eschewing the use of surd buns, despite the near abandon carriage, she preferred to persist on her feet.

'' This caravan terminates here due to a full stop failure ,. '' the tannoy boomed, Sarah groaned Picadilly Circus, she dreaded these delays but decided to take a cab instead of changing trains, mother had probably given up hope of seeing her and by the clip she got home and got the car it would be midnight before she got to her Fatherhood 's topographic point,

She walked slowly towards the escalators, past the alcove where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the concourse to street level, theater goers thronged the orbit below the swell neon house, moving on towards night golf-club or other entertainment, thronging the roadstead slowing traffic to a crawling, the Taxis all seemed full moon so she walked briskly taking a quick short cut down a back street.

Models, said the neon signboard, flashing Green River then red, chirp appearance, a seedy bar, then a restaurant, her rate slowed, all around hoi polloi seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to entice men into dirty dungeon to buy brassy champagne at a hundred pounds a bottle and more, Sarah caught plenty of herself in a workshop windowpane, the shop class bay fronted with the room access inset, her camel coloured coat, red top and blue air skirt contrasted bizarrely with her inglorious boots, she looked heavily and long, and saw herself as perhaps others saw her, undisciplined, uncoordinated, she did n't think choosing what to have on, only the Rhyder account, she remembered the percentage profits 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 surprise

'' The mannequin, I thought, you were admiring the dress. '' the cleaning woman continued, Sarah looked at her, older, betimes thirty probably with a blench cutis, and a pleasant smiling,

'' Oh, yes she is rather stunning, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the first prison term how the late cleavage of the Inner Light blue dress emphasised the fashion model spell as the smooth prophylactic gleamed in the lamplight.

'' latex paint is so easy to make clean too, is that the sort of thing you were looking for or could I stake you in anything else. '' the woman asked as she stood by Sarah holding the shop class threshold opened as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be latex or natural rubber, the inevitable naughty nanny and naughty nun rig were well to the rear of the show which gave superbia of plaza the stately dresses and annulus even a good torso cause which resembled a plunger causa except for the many additional vigour, and again displayed discretely matching scanty and bra sets .corsets, hoods, baseball mitt and myriad other latex items.

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

safety, latex in pastel tone, Sarah was intrigued, `` Yes, thank you, '' she replied and as Martha stepped sideways so Sarah stepped through the constringe doorway and on into the shop, it was more spacious than Sarah expected a girl stood behind the glass topped rejoinder, at initiative glance dressed in black latex but no it was leather, a black leather jacket crown, livid tee shirt, and blue jean, `` We have a wide scope '' Martha suggested, '' The attire you were looking at is up here, '' she added, pointing to where the floor stepped up gradually towards the rear of the storage, `` I think we have your size, '' you can try it if you wish, the changing way 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 angel, or perhaps you like this ? '' Martha asked reaching for one in deep burgundy.

'' No the blue looks poise, 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 reply but followed Martha through the trying on elbow room doorway, the room seemed curiously spacious, with a room access the far incline, `` Keep the dash across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the depressed dress but also matching blue latex scanty and a bra. `` dash the door behind me ! '' she suggested.

Sarah felt very dopey, she wondered how on ground she had arrived in a fitting elbow room with a hoodoo apparel to try on when she was only really intending to go home.

The door bolts looked real enough, but there seemed to be nowhere to pay heed her own apparel, despite almost all the rampart blank space 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 find a locker ah. '' Martha replied, `` This one 's innocent, '' she announced and a varnished wood locker door swung open revealing a poor rail 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 lock, '' Sarah assured her `` unless you punch in the number, '' she lifted a tizzy in the storey 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 dress laid out, she slipped off her jacket, laying it on the shelf, then the bird and top, and realising it would appear outlandish with her bra she laid that on the voltaic pile, too, while she tried the rubber-base paint brassiere, it felt cold and clammy on her hide but somehow exciting and she was glad the tops of the cupful were piano enough to adapt to her material body as her nipples stiffened, then she tried the garb, so soft so elegant, and as she admired herself in the huge mirror she saw her leotards and cotton plant scanty spoiled the illusion.

In moment she had slipped leotards and panties down and slipped them into her bag, and then she pulled up the aplomb tight fitting latex scanty and again she admired herself, and thought of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly approve, but when she looked down her the boot looked derisory, and she went out to seek something More suitable.

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

'' 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 gaunt stiletto heeled institution in a matching but darker shade of blue, `` I do n't bed about those heels. ``

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

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

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

'' So, do we have a sales event ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the patrician curves, the deficiency of sharp creases and that wonderful ardent rubbery comforting flavour of the latex.

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

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

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

'' Here, '' Martha explained.

'' In SoHo ? '' Sarah enquired

'' Literally here, '' Sarah explained, `` thats why we 're called `` The portal '' the cabaret is beyond those doorway, these are the changing room, that 's why w have all the storage locker for storage. ``

'' Can I '' Sarah asked.

'' See, No, '' Martha explained, `` sum, well you need to throw a purchase and then there is a ten day cooling off period if you pay by mention 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 British pound sterling, and then there is a twenty five pound initial tribulation period fee for three month and either a thousand Lebanese pound flat rate per twelvemonth or fifty pounds per visit thereafter. ``

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

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

'' I do n't get it on. '' Sarah said.

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

'' No, but can I result my thing here ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Certainly, if you get changed I 'll classify out the placard 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 shelf and dressing in her own street clothing, she let herself out of the changing way and took her new latex underwear to the social movement counter and paid on her Visa poster, and walked out into the Das Kapital sodium evenfall, and away home.

character 2

Sarah woke other future morning, somehow refreshed, she usually tossed and turned worrying about piece of work but today she felt dissimilar, comforted secure, she realised she was wearing just the blue latex panty and bra she bought yesterday, and sadly reflected she would take in to bear ordinary bicycle 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 fifteen and at `` The Portal '' at five to ten, but the doors remained shut, the lights extinguished and signboard of movement absent.

A girl in a black 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 browsing, '' Sarah explained.

'' Half nine he said, '' the miss complained.

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

'' Yes, '' the girl replied, `` Hey look movement. '' A atomic number 10 sign flickered, visible light glowed at the ass of the store, then a woman made her way towards the door, more lights began to follow to life and then the rale of the bolt of lightning and ignition lock and the door swung open.

'' Come to try out ? '' the woman 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 char said, `` and candy, you were a no display concluding clock time, have you kicked the drugs and booze ? ``

'' Yes, for certain. '' the girl replied.

'' And you 're sober now, drug spare, not senior high school ? ''

'' Yes, nearly. '' confect replied.

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

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

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

Sarah led along between the ledge and up the individual footmark 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 thirties perhaps, sorry hair, split closing, misfortunate complexion, bluing eyes, house jawline perhaps Scottish, a too perfect pry almost certainly from cosmetic surgery, and large firm boobs also probably from surgery not lifelike and she was dressed entirely in puritanic jean, except her Joseph Black tee shirt and curious surface toe sandals.

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

'' What ever feels rightfield of trend, we have a fitting 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 colour or panache. '' Julia asked.

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

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

Sarah began to blush, `` Oh ! ``

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

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

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

'' Well why not try unlike colours, or would you prefer a different way ? '' Julia held up first a black latex thong and then from a rack in a section at the side of the storage she produced a massive pair of rubber pants, easily reaching the waist they even had forgetful ramification, with elasticated bands and ties to pull the cloth 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 spirit of those. '' she left the sentence unfinished.

'' Any preference. '' Julia asked.

Sarah looked around, the flip-flop looked interesting and the bra with peepholes for the tit and, `` Have a face, I 'd better see this other customer. '' Julia suggested.

blue bra and panties, and Red and Black thong, with a red Bra and Black peephole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the former customer to finish before she dared to approach the counterpunch with the particular and only at the final second she grabbed the large pants to add to her purchases.

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

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

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

Julia grinned. `` Oh we kept the details final evening and re submitted them, it makes it safer for penis if you can leave your plastic behind when you wear your latex paint ! ''

'' aspect, can I collect to the highest degree 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 free, go ahead. ``

Sarah took the bag of new apparel to the match room and bolted both doors before finding her locker, she saw the word Sarah and yesterdays date was now written across the threshold, and quickly she loaded the new apparel into the locker and quickly slipped off her crown and tee shirt so she could claim off her bra and put the lovely aplomb but stretchy yellow-bellied 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 Shirley Temple lace panties for xanthous latex paint,

The sang-froid rubber made her look suddenly alive and someway naughty, but with her jacket buttoned she was sure she looked no different as she left the changing room and made her way into the street.

Her legs were publicize below her short denim skirt, except for her short T. H. White socks and white open toe sandals, and the cool cinch felt delicious, the mavin heightened by the non absorbant latex which kept the moisture against her skin, her own moistness and as she became more moist so she became more excited, she sat down on a seat beside the Allium tricoccum to some resistance privy and watched the world go by, and then she had to go domicile, to get some relief. She took a cab.

She felt so naughty as she rushed up step to her room and threw off her dame, she grabbed her little dildo from the bedside table and pulling the crotch of her rubber-base paint bloomers aside she slid it easily between her soft knock lower lips and on until it was completely inside her and then with the drawers in seat 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 blurred, as it was so long since she was laid.

She thrust herself against the subdued pillow, the rock and roll operose dildo within pressing her clit against the pillow and oh so soon she felt the plan of attack of her loss and as the Wave of purple and green pleasure passed over her she suddenly felt drained, and cognitive content, and decided just to sleep.

It was late good afternoon when she woke, her breasts now wet with sweat and her knickers full of her wetness and cum, she felt so naughty as she simply went to the bath, 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 elbow room 's at the dorsum, '' 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 experience 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 feel you might like to help us out ? Martha enquired.

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

'' It would let you get inside the ball club, experience some new champion, you 're a very stock size. ``

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

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

Sarah was about to say `` No '' when Martha disappeared briefly but the woman from the fund came in with a Joseph Black latex unscathed head mask.

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

'' Thanks Pat, '' Martha replied and as she returned she said `` You do n't tire physical contact ? '' and when Sarah shook her drumhead she said, `` It will experience a petty odd. '' she put the little tray down and moistened a commons lens `` count right '' she ordered and she sat down and pried Sarah 's lid up to insert the soft lens.

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

'' Hows that, '' she asked.

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

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

Sarah sat down as Martha took her long bleached blond hair and fed it through a hole in the stern of the face masquerade party before pulling it down over Sarah 's case and head. It fitted right wing round under her chin and assail the backbone of her head completely covering her typeface except for her eyes 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 shorts and there 's loads more, so lets get you dressed, shall we ?

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

Martha opened a locker, as the threshold opened she effortlessly slid a mannikin along a racetrack `` This single your size, It keeps the shape so much better ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the mannequin and placed the jacket on top. `` Skirt, and horseshoe, I have some knee iron boot for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her annulus off.

'' It 's Magnetic, '' Martha explained, `` brawny magnets in the understructure and chief, thats why it stands up on metallic element, OK '' she asked as she slid the locker shut.

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

Martha helped Sarah to pull 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 establish you the forget me drug. ``

Pat led Sarah through into the club, it was night, the red lighting and jet lenses gave a surreal mauve mite to everything but Sarah realised she could see the catwalk lading to the left from the Changing elbow room and the steps down to the organic structure of the hall or elbow room straight in front, it was a big area, three time that of the shop class at to the lowest degree and she saw shadowy figures in the background.

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

'' Extra '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 sorry ! ``

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

'' No we have Lillian and Francesca tonight, Lilli is doing leather mainly and Fran has some new clobber 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 patty ? '' Pat suggested handing her a replete box which Sarah accepted gratefully.

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

The doorway opened briefly and Lilli walked out into the glare of the footlights and as the threshold closed behind her, Sarah saw Lilli wore a mere cat masquerade and a Black leather Jacket with tiny disgraceful leather panties, and Sarah was grateful that at least her panties hid all her pubic tomentum unlike Lilli whose down was plainly visible beside the skimpy leather triangle.

Then suddenly it seemed Lilli was back and she stripped nude gear up to alter into her next turnout, as Pat guided Sarah to the doorway and said `` You 're on. ``

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

The catwalk creaked, the boards flexing slightly through the deep quite a little carpeting, while the footlights around the sides of the catwalk hid all but the those nearest to her from position, 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 applause rang through the elbow room 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 experience. '' Sarah admitted.

'' will you do the one piece of music next, it 's essentially a swim cause except, '' she held it and poked a finger through one of the gob intended for the wearers'nipples. `` You OK with that ? ``

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

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



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

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

Martha helped Sarah into the one piece, her nipples needed encouragement to peek through the pickle but Martha tweaked them slightly and soon they stood out like little bullets and then she was ready.

She changed to one red and one blacken skid, both with four in cad to match the red and Black suit, and as Lilla finished so Sarah was sent out again.

Sarah could see niggling but the luminescence of the footlights and shadowy public figure, but she smiled at the warm response 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 lots, she turned and could not resist thrusting her chest out.

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

Sarah smiled, She would never sustain dared to be so bold face without the face masquerade, and the commendation boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her nipples standing like picayune hummer but her slit was also damp.

She sauntered back, seductively she hoped and ignored further whirl to step down, Martha greeted her. `` Hey they like you, will you show 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 suit, oh no, you ca n't you need a bare midriff, slip it off. ``

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

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

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

'' Fallen ? '' Sarah asked

'' No, '' Martha suggested, `` She 's after tips, she should look until the end, '' she groaned, `` So quick get that annulus 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 aware suddenly that she was raw beneath the miniskirt wearing apparel, but as the realisation of her namelessness sank in it excited her, she let the coat flap heart-to-heart and then at the turn she hitched the wench higher and as she turned the hem flew out and a penetrative consumption of breathing space indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her pussy appreciated, and the outcry to descend down intensified.

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

'' Cat case sounds alright ! '' she said.

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

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

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

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

'' No, `` Marha said, `` oh this is the ill-timed one, never mind, it traps the arms to the incline, is it on ? ''

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

'' Here, '' Martha pulled the three seperate zippers along their bingle track closing the gap from navel to small of the spine, then she fastened the reinforced collar and attached the leash.

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

'' Can you pull up them out, your manus should be justly by it. '' Martha suggested.

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

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

'' And here we have a one small-arm latex cat-suit pair, mistress and slave in black latex paint, page two in our catalogue, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to announce a modification to the rules of order but he continued, `` No need for separate hand-cuffs or collar, you can surprise the girl with that, and as you will see the breast detaches. ``

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

'' Yes look ladies and valet de chambre wax breast picture, are n't they lovely, a big rhythm of clapping please. '' the audio was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her masquerade party, `` But the main lineament are the pockets, pull the thingies out my dearest. '' The interpreter of the populace savoir-faire ordered.

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

'' The particular feature is the crotch zip, not one I opening but up to three, '' the phonation continued, `` Now watch as she pulls the zip around. ``

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

The vocalism continued `` thats it, good photo 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 hollow, matching her two little golf hole, '' the voice continued `` and as you see there are two plugs ready in the pockets, as lady will manifest. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

'' Be quiet ! its only a monstrance. '' Martha said as she took the first rod and slid it effortlessly between Sarah 's indulgent 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 surprisal. `` A big hand ladies and Gentlemen, Gillian will be available afterwards for one hundred and fifty pound sign per fifteen minute seance. ``

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

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

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

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

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

mortal had seen what had happened and on cue Lilla stepped forward wearing a heavy fluffy towel over the tiniest thong and handed the towel to Sarah. except Sarah 's blazon 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 bent her John L. H. Down, Martha picked up the glistening rod and wiped the end and as Sarah rubbed the towel over the carpeted rails with her chin so Martha pulled down the zip and eased the rod against Sarah 's anus.

Long lonely evenings almost betrayed Sarah, daylight when she had dreamed of two putz at once and made do with the handgrip of a loo brushing and the dustpanful brush, but she clenched her buttocks and to Martha 's dashing hopes Sarah 's anus resisted the assault.as Sarah remained head down in chagrin.

The towel muffled Sarahs protests as the second rod was taken from the long pocket and inserted in Sarah 's drippage hole, but this meter 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 humiliated and randy than she could ever remember, she just needed a turncock, someone to ream her hot wanton hole and torment and sooth her clit as they rubbed against it, but instead when she dropped the towel Martha grabbed it and dragged her to her groundwork and in summate humiliation her white meat exposed and her vagina very visibly filled she was led away.

The applause was thunderous. Sarah went to sit down but the rod were too long and she just had to hold back for Martha to withdraw it, except Martha started to act with it, gently easing it back and Forth River while she flicked at Sarahs button with her other hired hand until Sarah thought she would burst.

'' Cuffs and thong '' Sarah announced as she pulled the soot black rod from Sarah one last time and helped skin away the cat-suit, the courtship was wet with sudation, and very wet around the genitalia, and before Sarah knew it she was naked and Martha had her handwriting handcuffed behind her.

'' Just a cat mask for this one. '' Martha said, as she peeled Sarah 's masque off her capitulum, 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 systema skeletale bra on you, '' she said and she reached across and selected one, `` Leather fetish grasp, do you care. ``

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

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

Sarah opened her oral fissure to dissent but Martha expertly guided the bright red Ball between Saraha 's lips.

'' There, Lilla 's binding. Lashkar-e-Toiba go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the shoes, the shoe are incorrect, skid them off. ''

Sarah felt small 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 collar around her neck Martha led Sarah out to her public.

'' And that concludes this evenings video display of product, '' the vocalization said, `` Here Ladies and gentleman we have, Gillian, Gillian is available for buck private sessions at a simple one hundred and fifty British pound sterling per seance, but as usual the first school term is for auction sale, who will set forth 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 vox enquired, `` Any onward motion on deuce-ace hundred, then sold to Mr, ah two seven eight. ``

He came for her, took the leash from Martha and took Sarah to a carrell at the back of the room where he motioned towards a chaise longue, she sat and he motioned for her to spread her branch and as she did so he dropped a flap at the front line of his pant peeled a condom onto his rampant erection and ride his tool deep into her hungriness womb. She melted into consummate ecstasy as his muscular steadiness filling her liquid balminess as he took his pleasure.

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

'' Sarah, '' a disembodied vox roused her from her dreamlike peacefulness, `` Sarah, this is Daniel, he wants to know if you 'll do anal. ``

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

'' She 's new, '' Martha explained, `` succeeding week, we 'll make sure she 's nice and clean for next workweek. ''