Towering columns of Cumulo nimbus cloud, shone bronzed in the suns conclusion glimmer, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the pale crepuscle of even', and in her office eyrie, on the twenty 7th floor Sarah sat and thought of her life and erotic 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 natural drinking straw blonde, which looked odd when she wore her fateful boot, her necklace of bead was wrapped tightly, like a collar, tight one shot her neck, and her red top did n't gibe her blue sports skirt, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio growth was so dense, yet in the oceanic abyss depths of low, those small profits continued to fall, and while all around her were leaving, as their book 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 evenings in England, far too late now for dinner with friend, she thought about various beau, but when she looked in her contacts, she realised she 'd reached a dead end.

Marcus just wanted her money, her trope, approving, prestige, they once shared an apartment briefly, until she told him to leave, Victor just used her for finance, for accession to funds for his cozenage, so she kept him at implements of war length at present, until she had firmed up her programme. and Baron Adrian and Ted Shawn and of line Ronan, and Geoffrey and Aled and Pete, and there was that crack school principal called Trevor, she thanked heaven that he 'd been distinct

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

Friday evening, the weekend was well underway as she made her way to the tubing station, rode the escalator and waited for the geartrain, which whooshed from the tunnel creating its own flatus which blew the litter around the unkempt program, she hung from a shoulder strap by the room access, eschewing the use of hard seats, despite the well-nigh void rig, she preferred to rest on her feet.

'' This caravan terminates here due to a dot failure ,. '' the tannoy boomed, Sarah groaned Picadilly Circus, she dreaded these time lag but decided to take a cab instead of changing trains, mother had probably given up Leslie Townes Hope of seeing her and by the time she got house and got the car it would be midnight before she got to her father 's situation,

She walked slowly towards the escalators, past the alcove where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the confluence to street stage, theater goers thronged the orbit below the great neon planetary house, moving on towards night clubs or other entertainment, thronging the roadstead slowing dealings to a Australian crawl, the taxi all seemed total so she walked briskly taking a warm suddenly cut down a back up street.

Models, said the atomic number 10 signboard, flashing light-green then red, peep display, a seedy bar, then a restaurant, her pace slowed, all around people seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to entice men into begrimed dungeons to buy cheap champagne at a hundred pounds a bottle and more, Sarah caught mess of herself in a shop window, the shop bay fronted with the doorway gusset, her camel coloured coat, red top and blue dame contrasted bizarrely with her pitch blackness iron boot, she looked hard and longsighted, and saw herself as perhaps others saw her, ungoverned, uncoordinated, she did n't remember choosing what to wear, only the Rhyder invoice, 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 womanly phonation spoke close to Sarah 's ear.

'' What ? '' Sarah said turning in surprise

'' The mannequin, I thought, you were admiring the dress. '' the woman continued, Sarah looked at her, older, betimes thirties probably with a pale skin, and a pleasant grin,

'' Oh, yes she is rather stupefy, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the outset time how the late segmentation of the light blue dress emphasised the manikin appeal as the smooth rubber gleamed in the lamplight.

'' latex is so easy to clean too, is that the sort of thing you were looking for or could I interest you in anything else. '' the char asked as she stood by Sarah holding the shop door subject as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be latex or rubber, the inevitable risque nurse and naughty nun getup were well to the rear of the showing which gave pride of position the schematic dresses and dame even a full moon body wooing which resembled a plunger suit except for the many additional zips, and again displayed discretely matching step-in and bra sets .corsets, goon, mitt and myriad other latex paint items.

'' Why do n't you have a look circle, '' she suggested, `` I 'm Martha by the way, there 's no debt instrument. ``

rubber, latex in pastel shades, Sarah was intrigued, `` Yes, thank you, '' she replied and as Martha stepped sideways so Sarah stepped through the narrow doorway and on into the shop, it was more spacious than Sarah expected a girl stood behind the glass topped parry, at get-go coup d'oeil dressed in black rubber-base paint but no it was leather, a black leather jacket, white tee shirt, and blueness jeans, `` We have a encompassing chain '' Martha suggested, '' The clothes you were looking at is up here, '' she added, pointing to where the story stepped up gradually towards the tail of the memory board, `` 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 blue, or perhaps you like this ? '' Martha asked reaching for one in cryptic burgundy.

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

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

Sarah did not reply but followed Martha through the gibe way doorway, the way seemed curiously broad, with a doorway the far side, `` go along the bolt across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the blue dress but also matching Amytal rubber-base paint panties and a bra. `` Bolt the threshold behind me ! '' she suggested.

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

The doorway bolts looked significant enough, but there seemed to be nowhere to hang her own apparel, despite almost all the wall space being given over to cabinet which all seemed to be closed and securely locked,

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

Martha smiles, `` Yes, ''

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

'' Oh, sorry, I 'll find a locker ah. '' Martha replied, `` This one 's detached, '' she announced and a varnished Sir Henry Wood locker door swung open revealing a light track with clothes hangers, `` Allow me, '' she said, as she took Sarah 's new clothes and laid it down on the ledge, `` It wo n't lock, '' Sarah assured her `` unless you punch in the phone number, '' she lifted a flutter in the trading 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 bird and top, and realising it would bet eccentric with her bra she laid that on the pile, too, while she tried the latex paint brassiere, it felt stale and clammy on her skin but somehow exciting and she was glad the tops of the cups were soft enough to adapt to her figure as her nipples stiffened, then she tried the dress, so soft so refined, and as she admired herself in the immense mirror she saw her tights and cotton fiber panties spoiled the illusion.

In seconds she had slipped tights and pantie down and slipped them into her handbag, and then she pulled up the cool closely fitting rubber-base paint panties and again she admired herself, and sentiment of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly approve, but when she looked down her kicking looked absurd, and she went out to look for something to a greater extent suitable.

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah looked at the skeletal stiletto heeled initiation in a matching but darker tint of blue, `` I do n't bonk 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. '' she agreed and as they walked towards the stuffing 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 guidance for those low few faltering footprint a steadying hand.

'' So, do we have a sales event ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the entitle curved shape, the lack of acutely creases and that tremendous warm rubbery comforting flavor of the latex.

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

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

'' nightspot ? '' 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 doorway, these are the changing rooms, that 's why w have all the lockers for storage. ``

'' Can I '' Sarah asked.

'' See, No, '' Martha explained, `` juncture, well you need to make a purchase and then there is a ten day cooling off full point if you pay by citation calling 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 XX five pound initial trial catamenia fee for three calendar month and either a thousand pound flat charge per unit per year or fifty pounding per sojourn thereafter. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

Martha walked briskly away, and Sarah bolted the door behind her before sadly removing the latex nightie and laying it down on the shelf and stuffing in her own street clothing, she let herself out of the changing room and took her new latex paint underwear to the social movement counterpunch and paid on her Visa card, and walked out into the capital letter sodium nightfall, and away home.

Part 2

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

She showered and dressed, and despite her drug abuse of not rising until noon on Saturday she was at the thermionic tube station by nine fifteen and at `` The portal site '' at five to ten, but the doorway remained shut, the ignitor extinguished and mansion of apparent movement absent.

A girl in a shameful leather waited outside as Sarah tried the door, `` Not up yet '' she explained, `` You here for the auditory sense. '' the fille asked.

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' the girl replied, `` Hey look social movement. '' A neon preindication flickered, lights glowed at the rear end of the store, then a charwoman made her way towards the door, more lights began to come to life and then the rattle of the bolt and locks and the door swung open.

'' Come to audition ? '' 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 woman said, `` and candy, you were a no show go time, have you kicked the drugs and booze ? ``

'' Yes, sure. '' the missy replied.

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

'' Yes, nearly. '' Candy replied.

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

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

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

Sarah led along between the ledge and up the soul steps between levels until she found the underclothes, the size seemed esoteric, no Bra sizes just letters.

'' I 'm Julia, by the way. '' the charwoman announced, Sarah looked at her, mid thirties perhaps, coloured tomentum, split ends, poor complexion, bluish eyes, firm jawline perhaps Scottish, a too stark poke almost certainly from decorative surgery, and large firm boobs also probably from surgical operation not natural and she was dressed entirely in blue denim, except her Joseph Black tee shirt and funny open toe sandals.

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

'' What ever feels right of course, we have a go 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 semblance or style. '' Julia asked.

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

'' Why ? '' Julia asked and seeing Sarahs confusion added, `` They wipe clear, wash drawing then wipe dry and wear them again, they 're very hard-nosed. ``

Sarah began to blush, `` Oh ! ``

'' I 'll get your item, 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.

'' Well why not try different colours, or would you prefer a different style ? '' Julia held up first a dark rubber-base paint thong and then from a rack in a discussion section at the side of the storehouse she produced a monumental duo of rubber pant, easily reaching the shank they even had poor legs, with elasticated bands and ties to pull the material tight against the skin.

'' Oh ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

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

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

'' Any druthers. '' Julia asked.

Sarah looked around, the G-string looked interesting and the bra with eyehole for the teat and, `` Have a look, I 'd amend see this early customer. '' Julia suggested.

blue devil bra and panties, and Red and Black flip-flop, with a red Bra and blackamoor peephole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the early customer to cease before she dared to near the counter with the items and only at the close arcsecond she grabbed the expectant pant to add to her purchases.

'' Can I leave the Blue ones here with my wearing apparel ? '' 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 details last eventide and re submitted them, it makes it good for penis if you can exit your plastic behind when you wear your latex ! ''

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

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

Sarah took the bag of new clothes to the fitting way and bolted both room access before finding her locker, she saw the countersign Sarah and yesterdays escort was now written across the door, and quickly she loaded the new apparel into the locker and quickly slipped off her crown and tee shirt so she could consume off her bra and put the cover girl poise but stretchy yellow-bellied latex one on in its billet, 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 smutty lace panties for xanthous latex paint,

The chill rubber made her spirit suddenly alive and someway naughty, but with her crown buttoned she was indisputable she looked no different as she left the changing room and made her way into the street.

Her peg were nude below her short jean dame, except for her short white wind sleeve and T. H. White give toe sandals, and the cool breeze felt delightful, the sentience heightened by the non absorbant latex which kept the wet against her peel, her own dampness and as she became more moist so she became more shake up, she sat down on a seat beside the ramp to some underground lavatories 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 steps to her way and threw off her skirt, she grabbed her minuscule dildo from the bedside table and pulling the crotch of her Latex pants aside she slid it easily between her soft pink grim sassing and on until it was completely inside her and then with the pants in piazza 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 retentiveness were hazy, as it was so foresightful since she was laid.

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

It was late good afternoon when she woke, her knocker now wet with sweat and her knickers 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 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 charwoman said brightly and Sarah rushed to the back of the memory board and opened the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' good, I 'll get some contacts, they stop you identifying anyone, but your computer peripheral imagination will be mulct. '' Martha said, oh and we 'll pay you, of course. ``

Sarah was about to say `` No '' when Martha disappeared briefly but the adult female from the computer storage came in with a black rubber-base paint totally head mask.

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

'' Thanks Pat, '' Martha replied and as she returned she said `` You do n't wear upon tangency ? '' and when Sarah shook her head she said, `` It will feel a little odd. '' she put the piffling tray down and moistened a green lens `` Look right '' she ordered and she sat down and pried Sarah 's lid up to insert the soft lens.

Sarah blinked and announced, `` It feels amusing, '' as Martha put the second 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 daughter 's residual. '' she explained, `` But that 's skillful. try this masquerade ''

Sarah sat down as Martha took her long decolor blonde hair and fed it through a hole in the rear of the face masquerade party before pulling it down over Sarah 's brass and headspring. It fitted rightfield cycle under her chin and polish the backbone of her school principal completely covering her side except for her eyes and mouth and a trap to breath through by her nose.

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

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

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

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

Martha opened a footlocker, as the door opened she effortlessly slid a Mannequin along a cut `` This ones your size, It keeps the conformation so practically sound ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the manikin and placed the Jacket on top. `` Skirt, and horseshoe, I have some knee joint boots for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her skirt off.

'' It 's Magnetic, '' Martha explained, `` right attraction in the feet and head, thats why it stands up on metallic element, 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 shoal again and she had to admit, rather fun.

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

Pat led Sarah through into the club, it was sour, the red ignition and green genus Lens gave a phantasmagorical mauve touch to everything but Sarah realised she could see the catwalk lading to the left from the Changing room and the stride down to the body of the mansion or way straight in battlefront, it was a big domain, three times that of the shop at least and she saw shady image in the background.

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

'' extra 's ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Some fille slip into the audience, sometimes they get paid XX or Thomas More for a personal demonstration ! '' Pat laughed, `` Or uncollectible ! ``

'' 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 rubber-base paint stuff.

They sat down again, Pat offered Sarah a umber and she realised she had not eaten for 60 minutes, `` I 'm famished, '' she admitted.

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

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

The door opened briefly and Lilli walked out into the glower of the footlights and as the door closed behind her, Sarah saw Lilli wore a uncomplicated cat masque and a lightlessness leather crown with tiny black leather step-in, and Sarah was grateful that at to the lowest degree her panties hid all her pubic haircloth unlike Lilli whose down was plainly seeable beside the skimpy leather triangle.

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

Sarah took a first footmark onto the catwalk as the Tannoy said `` Sarah Jane, wearing the scanty and Bra set telephone number seven from Page five of your catalogue, this is Sarah 's starting time time so be gentle with her. '' the spokesperson continued.

The catwalk creaked, the boards flexing slightly through the cryptical stack carpeting, while the footlights around the side of the catwalk hid all but the those cheeseparing to her from view, Sarah felt at once exposed yet anon. 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 finger ? '' Martha asked.

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

'' Will you do the one small-arm next, it 's essentially a swim cause except, '' she held it and poked a finger through one of the holes intended for the wearers'mammilla. `` You OK with that ? ``

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

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



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

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

Martha helped Sarah into the one piece, her nipple needed encouragement to glint through the holes but Martha tweaked them slightly and soon they stood out like picayune smoke and then she was ready.

She changed to one red and one pitch-black shoe, both with four in dog to fit the red and Black person lawsuit, and as Lilla finished so Sarah was sent out again.

Sarah could see niggling but the glow of the footlights and shadowy physical body, but she smiled at the lovesome reception she received, she stepped out confidently, surprised at her reception and only as she turned did she understand it was her bare nipples that the audience appreciated so much, she turned and could not resist thrusting her chest out.

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

Sarah smiled, She would never have dared to be so bold without the case mask, and the approval boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her nipple standing like short bullet train but her pussy was also damp.

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

'' What ? '' Sarah asked incredulously.

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

Sarah slipped the one part costume off and took the yellow latex top Martha handed her and slipped it on, then she waited for Martha to bring the Yellow wench and knee distance coat.

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

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

'' Fallen ? '' Sarah asked

'' No, '' Martha suggested, `` She 's after tips, she should hold off until the end, '' she groaned, `` So quick get that wench 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 cognisant suddenly that she was bare beneath the mini wearing apparel, but as the realisation of her namelessness sank in it excited her, she let the coating flapping open and then at the turn she hitched the skirt high and as she turned the hem flew out and a sharp intake of breath indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her twat appreciated, and the call option to number down intensified.

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

'' Cat suit of clothes sounds amercement ! '' she said.

'' Its mistress and striver, '' Warned Martha, `` I 'll have to cuff you and I 'll extend you out with a collar and leash, OK. ''

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

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

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

'' No, `` Marha said, `` oh this is the awry one, never mind, it traps the arms to the position, is it on ? ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' And here we have a one piece latex cat-suit pair, mistress and break one's back in sinister latex, pageboy two in our catalog, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to announce a change to the rescript but he continued, `` No need for separate hand-cuffs or collar, you can surprise the female child with that, and as you will see the breast detaches. ``

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

'' Yes smell lady and valet full knocker pic, are n't they lovely, a big rung of applause please. '' the phone was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her mask, `` But the principal features are the pocket, draw out the thingies out my beloved. '' The voice of the populace speech ordered.

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

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

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

The vocalization 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 holes, matching her two small cakehole, '' the voice continued `` and as you see there are two plugs ready in the scoop, as madam will prove. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

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

'' Oohh, Martha please. '' she wailed as her ramification 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 gentleman's gentleman, Gillian will be useable afterwards for one hundred and fifty British pound per fifteen minute session. ``

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

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

'' You bitch '' Sarah exclaimed but she had no choice but to walk off leading Martha.

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

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

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

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

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

The towel muffled Sarahs protests as the second base rod was taken from the longsighted pocket and inserted in Sarah 's dripping gob, but this time it was an audience phallus 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 turned on than she could ever recollect, she just needed a hammer, someone to ream her hot wanton hole 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 invertebrate foot and in sum up humiliation her breasts exposed and her vagina very visibly filled she was led away.

The applause was thundery. Sarah went to sit down but the rod were too yearn and she just had to hold back for Martha to withdraw it, except Martha started to play with it, gently easing it back and Forth while she flicked at Sarahs clitoris with her other mitt until Sarah thought she would burst.

'' handcuff and flip-flop '' Sarah announced as she pulled the pitch black rod from Sarah one close time and helped peel away the cat-suit, the wooing was wet with perspiration, and very wet around the crotch, and before Sarah knew it she was bare and Martha had her hands handcuffed behind her.

'' Just a cat mask for this one. '' Martha said, as she peeled Sarah 's masquerade 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 empathise 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 fetish reach, do you like. ``

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

'' And a testis gag. '' Martha ordered, `` spread up. ``

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

'' There, Lilla 's dorsum. LET go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the shoes, the shoes are wrong, slip them off. ''

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

The shoe were mere skeleton in the cupboard, 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 display of products, '' the interpreter said, `` Here Ladies and gentleman we have, Gillian, Gillian is usable for common soldier academic session at a mere one hundred and fifty lbf. per session, but as usual the maiden session is for auction, who will start me at one fifty ? ''

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

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

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

He came for her, took the collar from Martha and took Sarah to a cubicle at the back of the room where he motioned towards a shay longue, she sat and he motioned for her to spread her ramification and as she did so he dropped a flaps at the front of his trousers peeled a condom onto his rampant erecting and tug his creature deep into her yearning womb. She melted into complete ecstasy as his muscular firmness filling her liquid indistinctness as he took his pleasure.

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

'' Sarah, '' a discorporate voice roused her from her dreamlike heartsease, `` Sarah, this is Daniel, he wants to know if you 'll do anal. ``

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

'' She 's new, '' Martha explained, `` adjacent hebdomad, we 'll piddle sure she 's nice and sporty for next calendar week. ''