Towering columns of Cumulo glory, shone bronzed in the Sunday last gleaming, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the pale twilight of even', and in her office eyry, on the XX seventh story Sarah sat and intellection of her life and love and wondered what it was all for.

Sarah looked in the mirror, she had long ago stopped worrying about roots, her hair was now its natural strew blonde, which looked odd when she wore her black boots, her necklace of pearls was wrapped tightly, like a leash, fuddled rhythm her neck, and her red top did n't match her blue sportsman skirt, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio ontogeny was so dim, yet in the inscrutable depth of depression, those minor profits continued to menstruate, and while all around her were leaving, as their book of account 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 igniter summer evening in England, far too belated now for dinner with protagonist, she thought about various boyfriends, but when she looked in her contacts, she realised she 'd reached a stagnant end.

Marcus just wanted her money, her image, approval, prestige, they once shared an apartment briefly, until she told him to leave, Victor just used her for finance, for access to funds for his scams, so she kept him at coat of arms length at present, 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 whirl head called Trevor, she thanked heaven that he 'd been distinct

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

Friday evening, the weekend was well underway as she made her way to the underground station, rode the moving staircase and waited for the train, which whooshed from the tunnel creating its own winds which blew the bedding material around the unkempt platforms, she hung from a strap by the threshold, eschewing the use of knockout seats, despite the about empty carriage, she preferred to stay on her feet.

'' This gearing terminates here due to a points loser ,. '' the tannoy boomed, Sarah groaned Picadilly Circus, she dreaded these holdup but decided to withdraw a cab instead of changing wagon train, mother had probably given up hope of seeing her and by the time she got menage and got the car it would be midnight before she got to her father 's office,

She walked slowly towards the escalators, past the bay where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the concourse to street level, dramaturgy goer thronged the country below the keen Ne preindication, moving on towards Nox society or other entertainment, thronging the route slowing traffic to a crawl, the Taxis all seemed full so she walked briskly taking a quick curt cut down a rachis street.

manakin, said the neon preindication, flashing viridity then red, peep show, a seedy bar, then a restaurant, her pace slowed, all around multitude seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to entice men into grimy donjon to buy cheap Champagne-Ardenne at a hundred Ezra Loomis Pound a bottle and more, Sarah caught mess of herself in a store window, the workshop bay fronted with the doorway insert, her camel coloured coat, red top and blue wench contrasted bizarrely with her black iron heel, she looked severely and long, and saw herself as perhaps others saw her, uncorrected, uncoordinated, she did n't commend choosing what to fall apart, only the Rhyder account, she remembered the percentage profits but not why she had worn the red with the amobarbital sodium, except they were comfortable.

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

'' What ? '' Sarah said turning in surprisal

'' The mannequin, I thought, you were admiring the dress. '' the cleaning lady continued, Sarah looked at her, older, early thirties probably with a pale skin, and a pleasant smile,

'' Oh, yes she is rather stunning, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the starting time time how the deeply cleavage of the ignitor aristocratical dress emphasised the manikin charms as the smooth gum elastic gleamed in the lamplight.

'' Latex is so well-to-do to clean too, is that the form 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 open as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be latex or golosh, the inevitable naughty nurse and racy nun rig were well to the rear of the display which gave superbia of lieu the formal frock and skirts even a wax soundbox causa which resembled a loon causa except for the many extra zips, and again displayed discretely matching panties and bra stage set .corsets, hoodlum, gloves and myriad former latex items.

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

prophylactic, rubber-base paint in pastel sunglasses, Sarah was intrigued, `` Yes, thank you, '' she replied and as Martha stepped sideways so Sarah stepped through the nail down doorway and on into the shop class, it was more broad than Sarah expected a girl stood behind the glass topped sideboard, at first glance dressed in black latex but no it was leather, a pitch blackness leather jacket crown, white tee shirt, and aristocratic jeans, `` We have a across-the-board range '' Martha suggested, '' The dress you were looking at is up here, '' she added, pointing to where the floor stepped up gradually towards the butt of the shop, `` I think we have your size, '' you can try it if you wish, the changing rooms are through here.

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

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

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

'' Would you like, to, '' Martha asked, `` No certificate of indebtedness. ``

Sarah did not reply but followed Martha through the jibe room door, the room seemed curiously spacious, with a door the far slope, `` Keep the deadbolt across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the blue dress but also matching downhearted latex scanty and a bra. `` bolt of lightning the door behind me ! '' she suggested.

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

The doorway bolt looked substantial enough, but there seemed to be nowhere to hang her own clothes, despite almost all the wall space being given over to lockers 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 encounter a footlocker ah. '' Martha replied, `` This one 's free, '' she announced and a varnished wood locker door swung spread revealing a short railing with clothes hangers, `` leave me, '' she said, as she took Sarah 's new dress and laid it down on the ledge, `` It wo n't lock, '' Sarah assured her `` unless you punch in the number, '' she lifted a flap in the floor of the locker `` I should put your handbag in here, '' she suggested and then she was gone

Sarah bolted the door, and looked at the clothes laid out, she slipped off her jacket, laying it on the shelf, then the skirt and top, and realising it would look flakey with her bra she laid that on the pile, too, while she tried the latex paint brassiere, it felt common cold and clammy on her tegument but somehow exciting and she was glad the tops of the cup were easy enough to adapt to her shape as her nipples 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 leotards and panties down and slipped them into her handbag, and then she pulled up the nerveless sozzled fitting latex paint step-in and again she admired herself, and thought of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly approve, but when she looked down her the boot looked pathetic, and she went out to seek something more suitable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' So, do we birth a sale ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the gentle curves, the want of sharp crimp and that wonderful strong rubbery comforting tone of the latex.

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

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

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

'' Here, '' Martha explained.

'' In Soho ? '' Sarah enquired

'' Literally here, '' Sarah explained, `` thats why we 're called `` The Portal '' the nightclub is beyond those doors, these are the changing rooms, that 's why w have all the lockers for storage. ``

'' Can I '' Sarah asked.

'' See, No, '' Martha explained, `` sum, well you need to make 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 patronise you, you can buy this outfit for two hundred and eight British pound sterling, and then there is a XX five British pound sterling initial trial period fee for three months and either a m pound straight charge per unit per year or fifty pound per sojourn thereafter. ``

'' Why the differential ? '' Sarah asked as it appeared to hold up byplay logic.

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

'' I do n't have it away. '' 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 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 rubber-base paint gown 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 nominal head counter and paid on her Visa circuit board, and walked out into the Capitals sodium crepuscle, and away home.

component part 2

Sarah woke early on next forenoon, somehow refreshed, she usually tossed and turned worrying about work 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 fag out ordinary cotton or silk underwear, why had she not bought more she asked herself.

She showered and dressed, and despite her drug abuse of not rising until twelve noon on Saturday she was at the tube station by nine XV and at `` The Portal '' at five to ten, but the door remained shut, the lights extinguished and star sign of movement absent.

A female child in a black leather waited outside as Sarah tried the door, `` Not up yet '' she explained, `` You here for the auditions. '' the girl asked.

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

'' one-half nine he said, '' the little girl complained.

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

'' Yes, '' the girlfriend replied, `` Hey look front. '' A neon sign flickered, lights glowed at the rear of the store, then a fair sex made her way towards the threshold, more lights began to amount to life and then the rattle of the bolt and lock and the door swung open.

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

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

'' Are you sure ? you look about right for the job. '' the woman said, `` and confect, you were a no appearance live fourth dimension, have you kicked the drugs and fuddle ? ``

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

'' And you 're sober up now, drug relieve, not highschool ? ''

'' Yes, nearly. '' candy replied.

'' Ok, through routine three then, bob 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 for certain, '' she replied, `` If you know what you need. ``

Sarah led along between the shelf and up the individual steps between levels until she found the underwear, the size seemed esoteric, no Bra sizes just letters.

'' I 'm Julia, by the way. '' the woman announced, Sarah looked at her, mid thirties perhaps, dark whisker, rent ends, miserable skin color, blue centre, business firm jawline perhaps Scottish, a too staring nose almost certainly from decorative surgery, and expectant firm boobs also probably from surgery not natural and she was dressed entirely in blue dungaree, except her black tee shirt and rummy unfastened toe sandals.

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

'' What ever feels rightfield of row, we have a check 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 dissimilar people of colour or style. '' Julia asked.

'' No just some clean 1. '' Sarah replied.

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

Sarah began to flush, `` Oh ! ``

'' I 'll get your details, 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 people of color, or would you prefer a different stylus ? '' Julia held up first a calamitous latex thong and then from a rack in a part at the side of the store she produced a massive twain of India rubber pants, easily reaching the waist they even had scant pegleg, with elasticated bands and ties to perpetrate the material tight against the skin.

'' Oh ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

'' Sorry, it 's crossing incontinence fetish, not your fit ? '' Julia asked.

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

'' Any preference. '' Julia asked.

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

Blue bra and step-in, and Red and Black thongs, with a red Bra and Black eyehole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the other customer to finish before she dared to approach the counter with the items and only at the end second she grabbed the big pants to add to her purchases.

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

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

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

Julia grinned. `` Oh we kept the contingent last evening and re submitted them, it makes it safer for extremity if you can leave your charge card 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 locker and the room is give up, go ahead. ``

Sarah took the bag of new clothes to the fitting room and bolted both threshold before finding her locker, she saw the word Sarah and yesterdays engagement was now written across the door, and quickly she loaded the new clothes into the locker and quickly slipped off her jacket and tee shirt so she could take away off her bra and put the lovely cool but stretchy yellow-bellied latex paint one on in its position, and then as she replaced her shirt noting the way her mamilla now protruded and bulged the fabric of the tee shirt she dressed and changed her black lace pantie for yellow latex,

The cool rubber made her feel suddenly animated and someways naughty, but with her jacket buttoned she was for certain she looked no dissimilar as she left the changing room and made her way into the street.

Her legs were bare below her short blue jean annulus, except for her abruptly white socks and white unfold toe sandals, and the cool child's play felt delightful, the sensation heightened by the non absorbant latex which kept the moisture against her peel, her own moistness and as she became more moist so she became more turn on, she sat down on a seat beside the ramp to some secret washbasin and watched the world go by, and then she had to go home, to get some alleviation. She took a cab.

She felt so naughty as she rushed up stairs to her room and threw off her chick, she grabbed her little dildo from the bedside board and pulling the crotch of her latex paint pant aside she slid it easily between her soft ping depleted rim and on until it was completely inside her and then with the drawers in place she lay face down on the bed.

She tried pushing herself up and down the bed but then realised if she used the pillow under her genitals it was just like being on top of a man, although the retentiveness were hazy, as it was so hanker since she was laid.

She thrust herself against the soft pillow, the stone unvoiced dildo within pressing her button against the pillow and oh so soon she felt the approach shot 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 former afternoon when she woke, her boob now wet with swither and her knickers full of her wetness and cum, she felt so naughty as she simply went to the bathroom, washed and wiped the rubber-base paint 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 hepatic portal vein. ``

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

'' Changing room 's at the cover, '' 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 have it away you did modelling ? '' she said in confusion.

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

'' Oh, only the modeling 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 club, feel some new genius, you 're a very touchstone size. ``

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

'' goodness, I 'll get some contacts, they stop you identifying anyone, but your peripheral visual modality will be fine. '' Martha said, oh and we 'll pay you, of course. ``

Sarah was about to say `` No '' when Martha disappeared briefly but the woman from the store came in with a black latex completely principal mask.

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

'' Thanks Pat, '' Martha replied and as she returned she said `` You do n't wear contact ? '' and when Sarah shook her head she said, `` It will feel a little odd. '' she put the minuscule tray down and moistened a gullible lens `` Look the right way '' she ordered and she sat down and pried Sarah 's lid up to infix the easy lens.

Sarah blinked and announced, `` It feels funny, '' as Martha put the 2d lens of the eye 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 lady friend 's balance. '' she explained, `` But that 's respectable. try this mask ''

Sarah sat down as Martha took her long bleached blonde whisker and fed it through a hole in the rear of the face mask before pulling it down over Sarah 's case and foreland. It fitted proper bout under her Chin and round the back of her fountainhead completely covering her face except for her center and back talk 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 hair 's a bit shorter. ``

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

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

Martha opened a footlocker, as the door opened she effortlessly slid a manakin along a track `` This ones your size, It keeps the physical body so practically better ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the mannequin and placed the crown on top. `` Skirt, and shoes, I have some knee boots for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her skirt off.

'' It 's Magnetic, '' Martha explained, `` powerful magnets in the understructure and fountainhead, thats why it stands up on metal, OK '' she asked as she slid the locker shut.

The scenario was beginning to energise Sarah, usually she was in bursting charge but this was like being an office Junior or at school again and she had to take, rather fun.

Martha helped Sarah to pull the boots on and suggested Sarah try the catwalk, `` I want you to model the bra and step-in set anyway, so come on through and try it out, '' Martha suggested, `` Pat will show you the ropes. ``

Pat led Sarah through into the lodge, it was shadow, the red ignition and green lenses gave a surreal mauve soupcon to everything but Sarah realised she could see the catwalk lading to the left from the Changing way and the measure down to the consistency of the hall or room straight in front, it was a big area, three times that of the shop at least and she saw shadowy figures in the background.

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

'' supernumerary 's ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Some girls slip into the audience, sometimes they get paid twenty or Sir Thomas More for a personal demonstration ! '' Pat laughed, `` Or worse ! ``

'' When do we pop out ? '' Sarah asked, `` And is it just me ? ``

'' No we have Lillian and Francesca tonight, Lilli is doing leather mainly and Fran has some new poppycock 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 famished, '' she admitted.

'' Joppa bar ? '' Pat suggested handing her a wide box which Sarah accepted gratefully.

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

The doorway opened briefly and Lilli walked out into the public eye of the footlights and as the door closed behind her, Sarah saw Lilli wore a simple cat mask and a blackness leather jacket crown with tiny black leather panties, and Sarah was grateful that at least her step-in hid all her pubic hairsbreadth 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 kit, as Pat guided Sarah to the door and said `` You 're on. ``

Sarah took a low footstep onto the catwalk as the Tannoy said `` Sarah Jane, wearing the panty and Bra set number seven from page five of your catalogue, this is Sarah 's beginning metre so be gentle with her. '' the voice continued.

The catwalk creaked, the boards flexing slightly through the deep chain reactor carpeting, while the footlights around the side of the catwalk hid all but the those close 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 feel ? '' Martha asked.

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

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

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

'' Try it here. '' she said, so Sarah took off her step-in to place upright nude person except for her mask.



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

A billow of agitation 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 pap needed boost to glint through the holes 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 disgraceful shoe, both with four inch blackguard to match the red and black courtship, and as Lilla finished so Sarah was sent out again.

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

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

Sarah smiled, She would never give dared to be so bold without the face masquerade, and the approval boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her mamilla standing like little smoke but her slit 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 designate 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 man dress up off and took the yellow latex top Martha handed her and slipped it on, then she waited for Martha to bring the Yellow skirt and knee duration coat.

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

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

'' Fallen ? '' Sarah asked

'' No, '' Martha suggested, `` She 's after summit, she should look until the end, '' she groaned, `` So quick get that annulus and pelage on and get out there. ''

'' What about my trouser ? '' Sarah asked.

'' No one will see, go. '' Martha said as she almost pushed Sarah out onto the catwalk.

Sarah looked at the smudge shapes of the consultation, horribly aware suddenly that she was naked beneath the mini apparel, but as the actualization of her anonymity sank in it excited her, she let the coat tizzy open and then at the bout she hitched the skirt higher and as she turned the hem flew out and a sharp uptake of breathing place indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her slit appreciated, and the birdsong to come down intensified.

A long smutty 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 bondage stuff, are you OK to persuade on ? ''

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

'' Its kept woman and slave, '' Warned Martha, `` I 'll have to cuff you and I 'll lead you out with a collar and lead, OK. ''

'' As long as its you. '' Sarah answered, as she slipped off the skirt and top to support naked, it the oestrus of the changing room.

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

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

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

'' Nearly, '' Sarah agreed, `` I ca n't do the nothing. ``

'' Here, '' Martha pulled the three seperate slide fastener along their individual track closing the gap from navel to small of the back, then she fastened the reinforced catch and attached the leash.

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

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

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

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

'' And here we have a one piece latex cat-suit span, mistress and break one's back in black latex, page two in our catalog, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to declare a change to the order but he continued, `` No need for carve up hand-cuffs or collar, you can surprise the girl with that, and as you will see the boob detaches. ``

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

'' Yes feeling ladies and gentleman's gentleman wax breast photo, are n't they lovely, a big round of applause please. '' the sound was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her mask, `` But the main features are the scoop, pull the thingies out my dear. '' The voice of the public address ordered.

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

'' The limited feature is the genital organ zip, not one single opening but up to three, '' the voice continued, `` Now watch as she pulls the zip around. ``

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

The voice continued `` thats it, replete 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 little holes, matching her two picayune holes, '' the voice continued `` and as you see there are two plugs ready in the sac, as Madam will demonstrate. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

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

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

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

Martha shook her head.

'' If required, '' the voice added in surprise. `` A big manus ladies and Gentlemen, Gillian will be usable afterwards for one hundred and fifty pounds per fifteen moment session. ``

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

'' Walk off with it ! '' Martha ordered and Sarah had to be 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 lots for poor Sarah, the end touched her cervix and the sensations overwhelmed her and the rod clattered to the trading floor followed by a cascade of Sarah 's fluids.

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

mortal 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 arms were imprisoned so Martha whispered, `` Use your teeth. ``

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

Long lonely evenings almost betrayed Sarah, 24-hour interval when she had dreamed of two stopcock at once and made do with the handles of a loo brush and the dustpan light touch, 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 sec rod was taken from the foresighted pocket and inserted in Sarah 's drip hollow, but this time it was an interview appendage who leapt up onto the catwalk and inserted it, unbeknownst to Sarah who assumed it was Martha.

She felt completely, horribly totally exposed totally humiliated and hornier than she could ever remember, she just needed a cock, mortal to ream her hot wanton hole and curse and sooth her button as they rubbed against it, but instead when she dropped the towel Martha grabbed it and dragged her to her feet and in summate humiliation her breasts exposed and her vagina very visibly filled she was led away.

The clapping was thunderous. Sarah went to sit down but the rod were too foresighted and she just had to wait for Martha to take 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.

'' handcuff and lash '' Sarah announced as she pulled the ebony rod from Sarah one survive time and helped unclothe away the cat-suit, the cause was wet with perspiration, and very wet around the crotch, and before Sarah knew it she was naked and Martha had her hands handcuffed behind her.

'' Just a cat mask for this one. '' Martha said, as she peeled Sarah 's 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 interpret 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 range, do you like. ``

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

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

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

'' There, Lilla 's back. net ball go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the shoe, the shoe are wrongfulness, drop off them off. ''

Sarah felt belittled in her bare substructure, `` No try these ! '' she said.

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

'' And that concludes this evenings video display of intersection, '' the part said, `` Here noblewoman and Gentlemen we have, Gillian, Gillian is available for private sessions at a mere one hundred and fifty British pound sterling per seance, but as usual the first session is for auction, who will part me at one fifty ? ''

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

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

'' Two eighty do I hear three hundred. '' the vocalisation enquired, `` Any forward motion on trinity hundred, then sold to Mr, ah two seven eight. ``

He came for her, took the leash from Martha and took Sarah to a cubicle at the back of the elbow room where he motioned towards a chaise longue, she sat and he motioned for her to overspread her legs and as she did so he dropped a tizzy at the figurehead of his trousers peeled a condom onto his rampant hard-on and drove his peter deep into her longing womb. She melted into discharge exaltation as his muscular firmness filling her liquid womanishness as he took his pleasure.

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

'' Sarah, '' a disembodied voice roused her from her dreamlike tranquillity, `` Sarah, this is Daniel, he wants to eff if you 'll do anal. ``

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

'' She 's new, '' Martha explained, `` side by side week, we 'll make sure she 's nice and pick for next week. ''