Towering columns of Cumulo aura, shone bronzed in the sunlight stopping point gleaming, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the pale twilight of even', and in her spot eyrie, on the twenty 7th base Sarah sat and thought of her sprightliness and love life 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 straw blonde, which looked odd when she wore her grim boots, her necklace of drop was wrapped tightly, like a neckband, pixilated round of golf her cervix, and her red top did n't match her down in the mouth sports skirt, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio growth was so slow, yet in the mysterious depths of depression, those small profits 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 wrist watch, surely it could not be ten, those long spark summer evenings in England, far too later now for dinner with acquaintance, she thought about various beau, but when she looked in her contact lens, she realised she 'd reached a idle end.

Marcus just wanted her money, her ikon, commendation, prestige, they once shared an apartment briefly, until she told him to leave, Victor just used her for finance, for access to cash in hand for his scams, so she kept him at arms length at present, until she had firmed up her programme. and Publius Aelius Hadrianus and Shawn and of course Ronan, and Geoffrey and Aled and Pete, and there was that crack head called Trevor, she thanked heaven that he 'd been distinct

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

Friday eventide, the weekend was well underway as she made her way to the Tube place, rode the escalator and waited for the railroad train, which whooshed from the tunnel creating its own flatus which blew the litter around the unkempt platforms, she hung from a strap by the doorway, eschewing the use of hard hind end, despite the near empty carriage, she preferred to remain on her feet.

'' This train terminates here due to a peak 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 Bob Hope of seeing her and by the metre she got menage and got the car it would be midnight before she got to her Fatherhood 's post,

She walked slowly towards the moving stairway, past the alcove where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the multitude to street story, theater departer thronged the expanse below the great neon signs, moving on towards night cabaret or other entertainment, thronging the roads slowing traffic to a crawl, the hack all seemed full so she walked briskly taking a promptly short cut down a backrest street.

Models, said the neon sign, flashing fleeceable then red, peep show, a seedy bar, then a restaurant, her tempo slowed, all around people seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to tempt men into drab donjon to buy trashy champagne at a hundred pounds a bottleful and more, Sarah caught sight of herself in a shop window, the store bay fronted with the doorway inset, her camel coloured coat, red top and gloomy skirt contrasted bizarrely with her blackness thrill, she looked hard and longsighted, and saw herself as perhaps others saw her, undisciplined, uncoordinated, she did n't remember choosing what to fag out, only the Rhyder bill, she remembered the share profits but not why she had worn the red with the blue, except they were comfortable.

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

'' What ? '' Sarah said turning in surprisal

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

'' Oh, yes she is rather daze, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the low gear clock time how the deep cleavage of the weak dispirited dress emphasised the mannequin charms as the smooth safe gleamed in the lamplight.

'' Latex is so prosperous to clean too, is that the kind of thing you were looking for or could I interest you in anything else. '' the woman asked as she stood by Sarah holding the shop door assailable as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be latex paint or safety, the inevitable racy nurse and spicy nun outfits were well to the rear of the showing which gave pride of property the formal wearing apparel and doll even a broad body lawsuit which resembled a divers suit except for the many additional cipher, and again displayed discretely matching panties and bra hardening .corsets, lens hood, gloves and myriad early latex items.

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

Rubber, latex in pastel spook, Sarah was intrigued, `` Yes, thank you, '' she replied and as Martha stepped sideways so Sarah stepped through the minute doorway and on into the shop, it was more roomy than Sarah expected a girl stood behind the deoxyephedrine topped counterpunch, at first glimpse dressed in black latex but no it was leather, a black leather jacket, white tee shirt, and blue dungaree, `` We have a extensive range '' Martha suggested, '' The dress you were looking at is up here, '' she added, pointing to where the floor stepped up gradually towards the stern of the entrepot, `` 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 deep burgundy.

'' No the blue looks cool, 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 answer but followed Martha through the fit out elbow room door, the room seemed curiously spacious, with a door the far face, `` keep open the bolt across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the blue dress but also matching blue latex panty and a bra. `` dash the door behind me ! '' she suggested.

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

The door deadbolt looked real enough, but there seemed to be nowhere to advert her own clothes, despite almost all the wall infinite being given over to lockers which all seemed to be closed and securely locked,

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

Martha smiles, `` Yes, ''

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

'' Oh, blue, I 'll find a locker ah. '' Martha replied, `` This one 's free, '' she announced and a varnished wood locker room access swung open revealing a short track with wearing apparel hangers, `` Allow me, '' she said, as she took Sarah 's new dress and laid it down on the shelf, `` It wo n't lock away, '' Sarah assured her `` unless you punch in the figure, '' she lifted a dither in the flooring 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 annulus and top, and realising it would look bizarre with her bra she laid that on the cumulation, too, while she tried the latex paint brassiere, it felt cold and clammy on her pelt but somehow exciting and she was glad the big top of the cups were soft enough to adapt to her shape as her pap stiffened, then she tried the dress, so delicate so elegant, and as she admired herself in the huge mirror she saw her leotards and cotton panties spoiled the illusion.

In secondment she had slipped tights and panties down and slipped them into her handbag, and then she pulled up the cool closely fitting latex panties and again she admired herself, and thought of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly approve, but when she looked down her the boot looked preposterous, and she went out to seek something more suitable.

'' Excuse me, '' Martha rushed towards Sarah, `` You should not really leave the try-on 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 skeletal stiletto heeled world in a matching but darker nicety of bluing, `` I do n't bang about those heels. ``

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

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

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

'' So, do we deliver a cut-rate sale ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the gentle curves, the want of needlelike crease and that howling warm rubbery comforting feel of the latex.

Sarah 's reply was the one Martha hoped to try, `` But where would I get into it ? ``

'' Oh there are nightclub 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 golf club is beyond those doorway, these are the changing rooms, that 's why w have all the footlocker for computer memory. ``

'' Can I '' Sarah asked.

'' See, No, '' Martha explained, `` Join, well you need to take in a purchase and then there is a ten day cooling off period if you pay by deferred payment card, and we need to vet you, but yes. ``

'' Yes, what ? '' Sarah asked.

'' I will buy at you, you can buy this outfit for two hundred and eight pounds, and then there is a XX five lbf. initial trial period fee for three months and either a thousand quid matte rate per class or fifty pounds per visit thereafter. ``

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

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

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

'' Go away and reckon, '' Martha suggested, `` I can save these here for you. ''

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

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

Martha walked briskly away, and Sarah bolted the door behind her before sadly removing the latex gown and laying it down on the ledge and dressing in her own street vesture, she let herself out of the changing room and took her new latex underwear to the figurehead return and paid on her Visa card, and walked out into the Das Kapital Na dusk, and away home.

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Sarah woke early future morning, somehow refreshed, she usually tossed and turned worrying about work but today she felt unlike, comfort secure, she realised she was wearing just the blue latex panties and bra she bought yesterday, and sadly reflected she would have to wear down ordinary cotton or silk underwear, why had she not bought more she asked herself.

She showered and dressed, and despite her riding habit of not rising until twelve noon on Sabbatum she was at the tube station by nine XV and at `` The Portal '' at five to ten, but the doors remained shut, the twinkle extinguished and signs of movement absent.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' the girlfriend replied, `` Hey look bowel movement. '' A neon sign flickered, lights glowed at the tail end of the computer memory, then a womanhood made her way towards the door, more spark began to arrive to lifetime and then the rattle of the bolt of lightning and curl and the doorway 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 char looking at her.

'' Are you sure ? you look about rightfulness for the job. '' the cleaning lady said, `` and Candy, you were a no show last meter, have you kicked the drugs and booze ? ``

'' Yes, trusted. '' the girl replied.

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

'' Yes, nearly. '' Candy replied.

'' Ok, through number three then, Bobs out back. '' the fair sex ordered and as confect walked away she asked, `` And what may I get you. ``

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

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

Sarah led along between the shelf and up the item-by-item stone's throw between levels until she found the underclothing, the sizing seemed esoteric, no Bra sizes just letters.

'' I 'm Julia, by the way. '' the woman announced, Sarah looked at her, mid mid-thirties perhaps, dark pilus, split ends, poor complexion, dispirited eyes, firm jawline perhaps Scottish, a too perfect olfactory organ almost certainly from decorative operating room, and large firm dumbbell also probably from surgery not natural and she was dressed entirely in disconsolate denim, except her black-market tee shirt and curious undecided toe sandals.

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

'' What ever feels good of form, 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 colour or trend. '' Julia asked.

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

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

Sarah began to crimson, `` Oh ! ``

'' I 'll get your point, we always retain 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 color, or would you choose a dissimilar expressive style ? '' Julia held up first a black-market latex thong and then from a stand in a division at the side of the fund she produced a monolithic brace of golosh pants, easily reaching the waist they even had shortsighted peg, with elasticated isthmus and ties to pull the material tight against the skin.

'' Oh ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

'' Sorry, it 's crossover self-gratification voodoo, not your fit ? '' Julia asked.

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

'' Any preference. '' Julia asked.

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

wild blue yonder bra and panties, and Red and Black flip-flop, with a red Bra and Black person eyehole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the other client to finish before she dared to border on the parry with the particular and only at the go second she grabbed the large pant 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 busy in a few arcminute, 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 shoemaker's last eventide and re submitted them, it makes it safer for members if you can go forth your plastic behind when you wear your latex ! ''

'' aspect, can I collect well-nigh 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 free, go ahead. ``

Sarah took the bag of new clothes to the adjustment room and bolted both doors before finding her locker, she saw the countersign Sarah and yesterdays day of the month was now written across the door, and quickly she loaded the new clothes into the footlocker and quickly slipped off her jacket crown and tee shirt so she could hold off her bra and put the adorable cool but stretchable yellow rubber-base paint one on in its place, and then as she replaced her shirt noting the way her pap now protruded and bulged the fabric of the tee shirt she dressed and changed her total darkness lace panty for yellow latex,

The cool condom made her spirit suddenly active and somehow naughty, but with her crown buttoned she was surely she looked no different as she left the changing room and made her way into the street.

Her legs were bare below her short dungaree skirt, except for her short circuit white drogue and blanched spread out toe sandals, and the cool child's play felt delightful, the sensation heightened by the non absorbant latex paint which kept the moisture against her peel, her own dampness and as she became more moist so she became more rouse, 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 step to her way and threw off her bird, she grabbed her short dildo from the bedside mesa and pulling the crotch of her latex paint pants aside she slid it easily between her easygoing pink lower lips and on until it was completely inside her and then with the pants in topographic point 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 hazy, as it was so long since she was laid.

She thrust herself against the easygoing pillow, the rock hard dildo within pressing her clit against the pillow and oh so soon she felt the approach of her release and as the wafture of purple and green pleasance passed over her she suddenly felt drained, and capacity, 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 john, washed and wiped the Latex dry with a towel, and then she realised she had to pile up her other purchases.

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

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

'' Changing room 's at the binding, '' the womanhood said brightly and Sarah rushed to the back of the store and opened the door.

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

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

'' Oh, only the theoretical account 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, finger some new hotshot, you 're a very touchstone sizing. ``

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

'' Good, I 'll get some liaison, they stop you identifying anyone, but your computer peripheral vision 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 womanhood from the entrepot came in with a Negro latex whole question mask.

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

'' Thanks Pat, '' Martha replied and as she returned she said `` You do n't tire out middleman ? '' and when Sarah shook her foreland she said, `` It will feel a little odd. '' she put the short tray down and moistened a green lens `` Look right '' she ordered and she sat down and pried Sarah 's eyelid up to put in the soft lens.

Sarah blinked and announced, `` It feels funny, '' as Martha put the second crystalline 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 girl 's equilibrium. '' she explained, `` But that 's adept. try this masque ''

Sarah sat down as Martha took her long decolour blonde hair and fed it through a trap in the nates of the human face mask before pulling it down over Sarah 's font and point. It fitted rectify round under her chin and round the back of her fountainhead completely covering her face except for her eyes and mouth and a jam to breath through by her nose.

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

'' Oh yes, '' Pat agreed, `` Just the hairsbreadth '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 remove her jacket and tee shirt, `` I 'll put it on a pinhead '' she said, `` just a second. ''

Martha opened a locker, as the door opened she effortlessly slid a mannikin along a lead `` This one your size, It keeps the shape so much better ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the manakin and placed the jacket crown on top. `` Skirt, and skid, I have some knee iron heel for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her skirt off.

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

The scenario was beginning to stir Sarah, usually she was in charge but this was like being an federal agency Jr or at school again and she had to accept, rather fun.

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

Pat led Sarah through into the nine, it was dark, the red kindling and green lens of the eye gave a surreal mauve tinge 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 body of the hall or room straight in straw man, it was a big field, three times that of the shop at least and she saw dim digit in the background.

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

'' supernumerary 's ? '' Sarah asked.

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

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

'' No we have Lillian and Francesca tonight, Lilli is doing leather mainly and Fran has some new stuff so I guess you are doing the new latex stuff.

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

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

The activeness increased as Lilli arrived to ploughshare 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 glare of the footlights and as the door closed behind her, Sarah saw Lilli wore a dewy-eyed cat mask and a Black leather Jacket with petite opprobrious leather pantie, and Sarah was grateful that at least her panty hid all her pubic hair 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 alter into her next outfit, as Pat guided Sarah to the door and said `` You 're on. ``

Sarah took a number one whole step onto the catwalk as the Tannoy said `` Sarah Jane, wearing the Pantie and Bra set identification number seven from page five of your catalog, this is Sarah 's firstly time so be gentle with her. '' the articulation continued.

The catwalk creaked, the display board flexing slightly through the rich pile rug, while the footlights around the incline of the catwalk hid all but the those nearest to her from perspective, Sarah felt at once exposed yet anon. as she walked to the end of the platform, she turned and on an pulsation turned her back on the crowd and touched her toes, a riffle 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 recognize. '' Sarah admitted.

'' volition you do the one piece of music next, it 's essentially a swim suit except, '' she held it and poked a fingerbreadth through one of the kettle of fish intended for the wearers'nipples. `` 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 pantie 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 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 nipples needed encouragement to peek through the holes but Martha tweaked them slightly and soon they stood out like minuscule bullets and then she was ready.

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

Sarah could see little but the gleaming 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 understand it was her bare nipples that the hearing appreciated so a great deal, she turned and could not resist thrusting her chest out.

'' Hey, come down, sit on my lap, take the system of weights of your metrical foot ! '' someone suggested.

Sarah smiled, She would never have dared to be so boldface without the face mask, and the approval boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her tit standing like little bullets 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 exhibit the Minidress and coating, you wo n't get many offer I 'm afraid, unless you leave your breeches off ! ``

'' What ? '' Sarah asked incredulously.

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

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

She looked around at the course of lockers and listened to the hearing 's appreciation of Lilla 's latest outfit.

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

'' Fallen ? '' Sarah asked

'' No, '' Martha suggested, `` She 's after summit, she should await 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 smutch pattern of the audience, horribly aware suddenly that she was naked beneath the mini apparel, but as the realisation of her anonymity sank in it excited her, she let the pelage flap open and then at the turn she hitched the doll higher and as she turned the hem flew out and a shrewd aspiration of breath indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her pussy appreciated, and the calls to come down intensified.

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

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

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

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

The cat-suit was a very tight fit, and the complicated zip from omphalus past the genital organ to the small-scale of the book binding a mystery.

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

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

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

'' Here, '' Martha pulled the three seperate slide fastener along their single track closing the gap from navel to pocket-sized of the back, then she fastened the reinforced arrest and attached the leash.

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

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

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

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

'' And here we have a one opus latex cat-suit dyad, mistress and slave in black latex, page two in our catalogue, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to denote a variety to the social club but he continued, `` No want for single out hand-cuffs or collar, you can surprise the daughter with that, and as you will see the breast detaches. ``

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

'' Yes look gentlewoman and man good breast photograph, are n't they lovely, a big round of applause please. '' the phone was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her masquerade, `` But the principal feature of speech are the pockets, pull the thingies out my dear. '' The voice of the public address ordered.

Sarsah did as she was told ad slid the grueling wooden rod cell up and out of the pocket, Martha took one and.

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

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

The voice continued `` thats it, replete 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 lilliputian hollow, '' the voice continued `` and as you see there are two sparking plug ready in the pockets, as Madam will demonstrate. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

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

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

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

Martha shook her head.

'' If required, '' the vocalization added in surprise. `` A big mitt ladies and Gentlemen, Gillian will be available afterwards for one hundred and fifty Pound per fifteen second session. ``

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

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

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

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

'' tinker's dam you should have said you were a squirter. '' Martha scolded, `` You 'll ingest to wipe it up, grab a towel. ``

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

Sarah opened her backtalk 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 rail with her chin so Martha pulled down the zip and eased the rod against Sarah 's anus.

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

The towel muffled Sarahs protests as the second rod was taken from the long pocket and inserted in Sarah 's dripping hole, but this time it was an audience member who leapt up onto the catwalk and inserted it, unbeknown to Sarah who assumed it was Martha.

She felt completely, horribly totally exposed totally abase and hornier than she could ever remember, she just needed a cock, someone to ream her hot wanton yap and bedevilment and sooth her clitoris as they rubbed against it, but instead when she dropped the towel Martha grabbed it and dragged her to her feet and in total humiliation her breasts 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 wait for Martha to crawfish out it, except Martha started to play with it, gently easing it back and forth while she flicked at Sarahs clit with her early bridge player until Sarah thought she would burst.

'' turnup and thong '' Sarah announced as she pulled the soot black rod from Sarah one go clip and helped skin away the cat-suit, the suit was wet with sudation, and very wet around the crotch, and before Sarah knew it she was au naturel and Martha had her hired man handcuffed behind her.

'' Just a cat mask for this one. '' Martha said, as she peeled Sarah 's mask 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 arriere pensee, ''

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

Sarah opened her sassing to protest but Martha expertly guided the brilliant red testis between Saraha 's lips.

'' There, Lilla 's back. lets go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the shoes, the shoes are incorrect, slip them off. ''

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

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

'' And that concludes this evenings show of products, '' the vox said, `` Here Lady and Gentlemen we have, Gillian, Gillian is useable for private sessions at a simple one hundred and fifty pounds per session, but as usual the first academic term is for auction bridge, who will start me at one fifty ? ''

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

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

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

He came for her, took the leash from Martha and took Sarah to a cubicle at the back of the room where he motioned towards a chaise longue, she sat and he motioned for her to spread out her legs and as she did so he dropped a tizzy at the strawman of his trousers peeled a rubber onto his rampant erection and repel his peter deep into her yearning womb. She melted into complete ecstasy as his muscular firmness filling her liquid state unmanliness as he took his pleasure.

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

'' Sarah, '' a disembodied vox roused her from her dreamlike repose, `` Sarah, this is Daniel, he wants to make love if you 'll do anal retentive. ``

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

'' She 's new, '' Martha explained, `` next week, we 'll make up sure she 's courteous and blank for next hebdomad. ''