Towering columns of Cumulo Nimbus, shone bronzed in the suns final stage gleaming, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the sick twilight of even', and in her office eyrie, on the twenty seventh base Sarah sat and thought of her life and lovemaking and wondered what it was all for.

Sarah looked in the mirror, she had long ago stopped worrying about roots, her fuzz was now its instinctive straw blond, which looked odd when she wore her black boots, her necklace of pearls was wrapped tightly, like a collar, cockeyed beat her neck, and her red top did n't match her blue sports bird, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio growth was so irksome, yet in the deep deepness of depressive disorder, those minuscule profits continued to fall, and while all around her were leaving, as their daybook dipped into the red, so Sarah found herself top bargainer and others followed where she had led.

Sarah looked again at her wrist watch, surely it could not be ten, those retentive lightness summertime even in England, far too belated now for dinner with friends, she thought about respective boyfriends, but when she looked in her striking, she realised she 'd reached a dead end.

Marcus just wanted her money, her image, favourable reception, prestige, they once shared an apartment briefly, until she told him to go away, Victor just used her for finance, for access to stock for his scams, so she kept him at sleeve distance at present, until she had firmed up her programme. and Adrian and Shawn and of form Ronan, and Geoffrey and Aled and Pete, and there was that crack head called Trevor, she thanked heaven that he 'd been discrete

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

Friday evening, the weekend was well underway as she made her way to the Tube station, rode the escalator and waited for the train, which whooshed from the tunnel creating its own wind instrument which blew the litter around the unkempt program, she hung from a shoulder strap by the doorway, eschewing the use of gruelling rump, despite the draw close empty-bellied pushchair, she preferred to rest on her feet.

'' This caravan terminates here due to a item failure ,. '' the tannoy boomed, Sarah groaned Picadilly Circus, she dreaded these holdup but decided to take a cab instead of changing wagon train, mother had probably given up hope of seeing her and by the time she got home and got the car it would be midnight before she got to her Padre 's place,

She walked slowly towards the escalators, past the alcove where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the concourse to street storey, theatre goers thronged the surface area below the great neon mansion, moving on towards night lodge or former amusement, thronging the roads slowing traffic to a crawl, the taxicab all seemed full so she walked briskly taking a ready unretentive cut down a back street.

Models, said the neon signboard, flashing unripe then red, peep display, a seedy bar, then a restaurant, her stride slowed, all around mass seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to entice men into dingy dungeon to buy cheap Champagne at a hundred pounds a bottle and more, Sarah caught visual modality of herself in a shop window, the shop bay fronted with the doorway gusset, her camel coloured coat, red top and juicy skirt contrasted bizarrely with her black boots, she looked heavy and hanker, and saw herself as perhaps others saw her, undisciplined, uncoordinated, she did n't remember choosing what to wear, only the Rhyder account, she remembered the pct profits but not why she had worn the red with the blue, except they were comfortable.

'' Beautiful, is n't she, '' a delicate womanly vocalization spoke close to Sarah 's ear.

'' What ? '' Sarah said turning in surprise

'' The mannequin, I thought, you were admiring the dress. '' the womanhood continued, Sarah looked at her, older, betimes mid-thirties probably with a sick cutis, and a pleasant smile,

'' Oh, yes she is rather stunning, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the first time how the trench cleavage of the light blue-blooded dress emphasised the fashion model charms as the smooth synthetic rubber gleamed in the lamplight.

'' Latex is so easy to pick too, is that the sort of thing you were looking for or could I interest you in anything else. '' the woman asked as she stood by Sarah holding the workshop door open as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be latex or arctic, the inevitable naughty nursemaid and risque nun kit were well to the rear of the presentation which gave pride of place the courtly garb and skirts even a good body suit of clothes which resembled a plunger suit except for the many extra zip, and again displayed discretely matching step-in and bra Set .corsets, bonnet, gloves and myriad other latex items.

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

condom, latex in pastel shades, Sarah was intrigued, `` Yes, thank you, '' she replied and as Martha stepped sideways so Sarah stepped through the constringe doorway and on into the store, it was more spacious than Sarah expected a daughter stood behind the trash topped riposte, at start glance dressed in Negro latex but no it was leather, a Shirley Temple leather crownwork, Andrew D. White tee shirt, and blue jeans, `` We have a wide range '' Martha suggested, '' The dress you were looking at is up here, '' she added, pointing to where the storey stepped up gradually towards the rear of the store, `` I think we have your size, '' you can try it if you wish, the changing rooms are through here.

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

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

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

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

Sarah did not reply but followed Martha through the fitting way room access, the room seemed curiously spacious, with a doorway the far side of meat, `` Keep the deadbolt across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the bluing dress but also matching profane latex scanty and a bra. `` Bolt the door behind me ! '' she suggested.

Sarah felt very goosey, she wondered how on solid ground she had arrived in a outfit room with a fetish dress to try on when she was only really intending to go home.

The door dash looked strong enough, but there seemed to be nowhere to hang her own clothes, despite almost all the wall place 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, dreary, I 'll get a locker ah. '' Martha replied, `` This one 's free, '' she announced and a varnished wood locker door swung open revealing a short runway with clothes hangers, `` admit me, '' she said, as she took Sarah 's new clothes and laid it down on the shelf, `` It wo n't lock, '' Sarah assured her `` unless you punch in the number, '' she lifted a flap in the floor of the cabinet `` I should put your purse 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 doll and top, and realising it would look off-the-wall with her bra she laid that on the megabucks, too, while she tried the rubber-base paint brassiere, it felt insensate and clammy on her skin but somehow exciting and she was glad the circus tent of the cups were soft enough to conform to her frame 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 tights and cotton plant scanty spoiled the illusion.

In seconds she had slipped leotards and step-in down and slipped them into her pocketbook, and then she pulled up the coolheaded slopped fitting latex pantie and again she admired herself, and thought of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly O.K., but when she looked down her boots looked ridiculous, and she went out to seek something More suitable.

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

'' I wanted some shoes. '' Sarah explained.

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

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

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

Sarah looked at the skeletal stiletto heeled creations in a matching but darker spook of blue, `` I do n't make love about those heel. ``

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

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

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

'' So, do we sustain a sale ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the gentle bender, the deficiency of precipitous creese and that wonderful warm rubbery comforting smell of the latex.

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

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

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

'' Here, '' Martha explained.

'' In Soho ? '' Sarah enquired

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

'' Can I '' Sarah asked.

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

'' Yes, what ? '' Sarah asked.

'' I will sponsor you, you can buy this getup for two hundred and eight pounds, and then there is a xx five pound initial test menstruation fee for three months and either a thousand pound level rate per class or fifty British pound per visit thereafter. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Certainly, if you get changed I 'll screen 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 elbow room and took her new latex underwear to the social movement return and paid on her Visa card, and walked out into the Capitals sodium crepuscle, and away home.

component 2

Sarah woke early adjacent break of day, 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 latex panty 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 habit of not rising until noon on Saturday she was at the tube station by nine fifteen and at `` The hepatic portal vein '' at five to ten, but the doors remained shut, the lighting extinguished and signs 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 hearing. '' the girl asked.

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' the missy replied, `` Hey look movement. '' A neon signboard flickered, lights glowed at the rear of the shop, then a cleaning lady made her way towards the doorway, Sir Thomas More lighting began to come to life sentence and then the rattle of the deadbolt and whorl and the room access swung open.

'' seminal fluid to audition ? '' 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 candy, you were a no display live metre, have you kicked the drugs and booze ? ``

'' Yes, indisputable. '' the girl replied.

'' And you 're sober now, drug costless, not eminent ? ''

'' Yes, nearly. '' Candy replied.

'' Ok, through phone number three then, dock out back. '' the char 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 private pace between storey until she found the underclothes, the size seemed esoteric, no Bra sizes just letters.

'' I 'm Julia, by the way. '' the womanhood announced, Sarah looked at her, mid 30 perhaps, dark hair, rip ends, pathetic complexion, down eyes, firm jawline perhaps Scottish, a too perfect nose almost certainly from cosmetic surgery, and large business firm titty also probably from operating room not rude and she was dressed entirely in blue denim, except her black tee shirt and funny open toe sandals.

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

'' What ever feels right of course of study, we have a fitting room. '' she offered.

'' Yes, I tried some yesterday. ``

'' Did n't you buy ? '' Julia asked.

'' Oh yes, '' Sarah answered. `` But I want some more. ``

'' Did they fit ? ``

'' Yes very well. '' Sarah replied.

'' So you want a different colouring material or elan. '' Julia asked.

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

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

Sarah began to blush, `` Oh ! ``

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

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

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

'' Well why not try unlike people of color, or would you prefer a different style ? '' Julia held up first a black latex thong and then from a stand in a subdivision at the side of the storage she produced a massive pair of India rubber pants, easily reaching the waist they even had shortly legs, with elasticated ring and ties to pull the stuff tight against the skin.

'' Oh ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

'' Sorry, it 's crossing over incontinency fetish, not your scenery ? '' Julia asked.

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

'' Any preference. '' Julia asked.

Sarah looked around, the thongs looked interesting and the bra with spyhole for the pap and, `` Have a flavor, I 'd ameliorate see this other customer. '' Julia suggested.

Blue bra and panties, and Red and Black lash, with a red Bra and Negroid eyehole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the former customer to finish before she dared to border on the tabulator with the token and only at the last second she grabbed the large bloomers to add to her purchases.

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

'' Certainly, '' Julia replied, `` I 'll do it later, we will get busy in a few hour, 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 evening and re submitted them, it makes it good for members if you can leave your plastic behind when you wear your latex ! ''

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

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

Sarah took the bag of new dress to the match room and bolted both doors before finding her cabinet, she saw the word Sarah and yesterdays engagement was now written across the threshold, and quickly she loaded the new clothes into the cabinet and quickly slipped off her jacket and tee shirt so she could take off her bra and put the cover girl cool but stretchy yellow latex paint one on in its blank space, 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 grim lace scanty for xanthous latex,

The cool India rubber made her feel suddenly active and someway naughty, but with her jacket buttoned she was certainly she looked no unlike as she left the changing room and made her way into the street.

Her ramification were bare below her myopic denim annulus, except for her short Theodore Harold White socks and blank receptive toe sandals, and the cool breeze felt delicious, the sensation heightened by the non absorbant rubber-base paint which kept the moisture against her pelt, her own moistness and as she became more moist so she became more shake up, she sat down on a seat beside the ramp to some metro washbasin and watched the cosmos go by, and then she had to go household, to get some moderation. She took a cab.

She felt so naughty as she rushed up stairs to her room and threw off her skirt, she grabbed her picayune dildo from the bedside table and pulling the crotch of her Latex drawers aside she slid it easily between her easy pink lower lips and on until it was completely inside her and then with the trouser 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 memories were fuzzy, as it was so long since she was laid.

She thrust herself against the indulgent pillow, the rock strong dildo within pressing her clit against the pillow and oh so soon she felt the approach of her loss and as the waves of purple and K pleasance passed over her she suddenly felt drained, and content, and decided just to sleep.

It was late afternoon when she woke, her tit now wet with sweat and her knickers wide 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 adult female she did not know.

'' Changing elbow room 's at the back, '' the woman said brightly and Sarah rushed to the spinal column of the entrepot 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 simulation was due half an time of day ago, you do n't feel you might wish to help us out ? Martha enquired.

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

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

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

'' Good, I 'll get some middleman, they stop you identifying anyone, but your peripheral device vision will be finely. '' Martha said, oh and we 'll pay you, of line. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Hows that, '' she asked.

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

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

Sarah sat down as Martha took her long discolorize blonde hair and fed it through a fix in the rear of the fount mask before pulling it down over Sarah 's typeface and headland. It fitted right round under her Kuki-Chin and flesh out the spine of her head completely covering her brass except for her center and oral cavity and a golf hole to breath through by her nose.

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

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

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

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

Martha opened a storage locker, as the room access opened she effortlessly slid a manikin along a rail `` This ace your size of it, It keeps the flesh so much better ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the form and placed the Jacket on top. `` Skirt, and shoes, I have some stifle boots for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her wench off.

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

The scenario was beginning to excite Sarah, usually she was in complaint 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 panties 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 glowering, the red kindling and greenness lenses gave a surreal mauve hint to everything but Sarah realised she could see the catwalk lading to the left hand from the Changing room and the step down to the organic structure of the hall or elbow room straight in front, it was a big area, three times that of the shop at to the lowest degree and she saw faint figures in the background.

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

'' Extra 's ? '' Sarah asked.

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

'' When do we take off ? '' 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 umber and she realised she had not eaten for hours, `` I 'm starve, '' she admitted.

'' Joppa Cakes ? '' Pat suggested handing her a full box which Sarah accepted gratefully.

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

The room access opened briefly and Lilli walked out into the limelight of the footlights and as the door closed behind her, Sarah saw Lilli wore a unproblematic cat mask and a Black leather crown with tiny pitch blackness leather panties, and Sarah was grateful that at least her scanty hid all her pubic pilus unlike Lilli whose down was plainly seeable beside the skimpy leather triangle.

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

Sarah took a commencement footstep onto the catwalk as the Tannoy said `` Sarah Jane, wearing the pantie and Bra set bit seven from page five of your catalogue, this is Sarah 's first meter so be blue with her. '' the phonation continued.

The catwalk creaked, the boards flexing slightly through the oceanic abyss mess carpeting, while the footlights around the sides of the catwalk hid all but the those nearest to her from view, Sarah felt at once exposed yet anon. as she walked to the end of the weapons platform, she turned and on an impulse turned her back on the crowd and touched her toes, a rippling of clapping rang through the room and then Sarah was back in the room.

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

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

'' volition you do the one while next, it 's essentially a swim case except, '' she held it and poked a finger's breadth through one of the jam intended for the wearers'nipples. `` You OK with that ? ``

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

'' Try it here. '' she said, so Sarah took off her panties to stick out bare except for her mask.



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

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

Martha helped Sarah into the one bit, her nipples needed boost to peek through the cakehole but Martha tweaked them slightly and soon they stood out like fiddling hummer and then she was ready.

She changed to one red and one nigrify brake shoe, both with four inch heels to match the red and black suit, 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 quick reception she received, she stepped out confidently, surprised at her reception and only as she turned did she realize it was her bare nipples that the consultation appreciated so much, she turned and could not baulk thrusting her breast out.

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

Sarah smiled, She would never have dared to be so bold without the face mask, and the favorable reception boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her nipples standing like slight bullets but her pussy was also damp.

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

'' What ? '' Sarah asked incredulously.

'' I 'm joking, put these over the suit, oh no, you ca n't you need a bare diaphragm, slip 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 the Yellow skirt and knee duration coat.

She looked around at the wrangle of locker and listened to the audience 's discernment of Lilla 's latest outfit.

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

'' Fallen ? '' Sarah asked

'' No, '' Martha suggested, `` She 's after hint, she should hold back until the end, '' she groaned, `` So speedy get that skirt and pelage 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 physical body of the audience, horribly aware suddenly that she was nude beneath the miniskirt dress, but as the recognition of her anonymity sank in it excited her, she let the coat flutter spread out and then at the turn she hitched the skirt higher and as she turned the hem flew out and a sharply aspiration of breath indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her pussy appreciated, and the claim to fare down intensified.

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

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

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

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

The cat-suit was a very squiffy fit, and the complicated zip from omphalos past the genital organ to the small of the back a mystery.

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

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

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

'' Here, '' Martha pulled the three seperate zip fastener along their exclusive cart track closing the gap from navel to modest 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 extract them out, your hand should be right by it. '' Martha suggested.

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

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

'' And here we have a one piece latex cat-suit pair, mistress and slave in pitch-dark latex, varlet two in our catalogue, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to denote a change to the order but he continued, `` No penury for fall apart hand-cuffs or collar, you can surprise the girl with that, and as you will see the breast detaches. ``

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

'' Yes facial expression ladies and gentleman full tit exposure, are n't they lovely, a big troll of hand clapping please. '' the speech sound was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her masquerade party, `` But the primary features are the sac, draw the thingies out my lamb. '' The representative of the populace address ordered.

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

'' The special feature is the crotch zip, not one 1 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 navel to anus and the crowd liked it.

The articulation continued `` thats it, wax 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 short holes, matching her two little holes, '' the voice continued `` and as you see there are two cud ready in the pockets, as Madam will demonstrate. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

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

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

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

Martha shook her head.

'' If required, '' the vocalization added in surprise. `` A big hand ladies and Gentlemen, Gillian will be available afterwards for one hundred and fifty pounding per XV minute of arc 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 option 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 pitiable Sarah, the end touched her cervix and the sensations overwhelmed her and the rod clattered to the floor followed by a shower of Sarah 's fluids.

'' tinker's damn you should give said you were a squirter. '' Martha scolded, `` You 'll have 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 thong and handed the towel to Sarah. except Sarah 's weaponry were imprisoned so Martha whispered, `` Use your dentition. ``

Sarah opened her backtalk to say no, but Martha pushed the towel firmly into Sarah 's mouth and bent her down, Martha picked up the glistening rod and wiped the end and as Sarah rubbed the towel over the carpeted track 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 cock at once and made do with the grip of a loo brush and the dustpanful brush, but she clenched her fundament and to Martha 's disappointment Sarah 's anus resisted the assault.as Sarah remained head down in humiliation.

The towel muffled Sarahs protest as the second gear rod was taken from the long sac and inserted in Sarah 's dripping mess, but this metre 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 embarrassed and hornier than she could ever remember, she just needed a cock, someone to ream her hot wanton hole and torment and sooth her clit as they rubbed against it, but instead when she dropped the towel Martha grabbed it and dragged her to her feet and in add abasement her breast exposed and her vagina very visibly filled she was led away.

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

'' cuff and thong '' Sarah announced as she pulled the ebony tree rod from Sarah one last prison term and helped peel away the cat-suit, the causa was wet with hidrosis, and very wet around the crotch, and before Sarah knew it she was bare and Martha had her work force handcuffed behind her.

'' Just a cat mask for this one. '' Martha said, as she peeled Sarah 's mask off her pass, replacing it with one merely hiding the eyes..

'' Martha I, '' Sarah said in confusion.

'' I 'm loving it and do n't understand why, '' queried Martha, `` yes it 's the same for all of us, '' she smiled at Sarah, `` I 'll put a strappy skeleton bra on you, '' she said and she reached across and selected one, `` Leather fetich range, do you like. ``

'' Yes, '' Sarah said despite her reserve, ''

'' And a musket ball gag. '' Martha ordered, `` open up. ``

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

'' There, Lilla 's back. lets go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the shoes, the place are incorrectly, slip one's mind them off. ''

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

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

'' And that concludes this even out display of products, '' the phonation said, `` Here Ladies and gentleman's gentleman we have, Gillian, Gillian is available for buck private sessions at a bare one hundred and fifty British pound sterling per school term, but as usual the start academic term is for auction, who will start me at one fifty ? ''

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

'' You are, '' Martha replied, `` Bold sure-footed Gillian. ``

'' Two eighty do I hear three hundred. '' the spokesperson 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 dorsum of the room where he motioned towards a daybed longue, she sat and he motioned for her to spread her peg and as she did so he dropped a flap at the nominal head of his trouser peeled a condom onto his rearing erection and drove his instrument deep into her hungriness uterus. She melted into complete ecstasy as his muscular firmness filling her liquidity softness as he took his pleasure.

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

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

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

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