Towering columns of Cumulo glory, shone bronzed in the Sunday last lambency, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the picket twilight of even', and in her situation eyrie, on the twenty seventh base Sarah sat and thought 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 lifelike husk blonde, which looked odd when she wore her Joseph Black boots, her necklace of drop was wrapped tightly, like a arrest, tight circle her neck, and her red top did n't match her amobarbital sodium sports skirt, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio growth was so dim, yet in the oceanic abyss depths of depression, those small profits continued to run, and while all around her were leaving, as their ledgers dipped into the red, so Sarah found herself top trader and others followed where she had led.

Sarah looked again at her wristwatch, surely it could not be ten, those yearn easy summer evenings in England, far too previous now for dinner with friends, she thought about respective fellow, but when she looked in her impinging, she realised she 'd hit a dead end.

Marcus just wanted her money, her range of a function, approval, prestige, they once shared an apartment briefly, until she told him to leave, Victor just used her for finance, for access code to funds for his scam, so she kept him at arms length at present, until she had firmed up her architectural plan. and Adrian and Shawn and of course Ronan, and Geoffrey and Aled and Pete, and there was that crack capitulum called Trevor, she thanked heaven that he 'd been discrete

The lift descended so swiftly, she arrived at ground story before she knew, and before she had made her brain up, or decided where she should go to.

Friday evening, the weekend was well underway as she made her way to the Tube station, rode the moving staircase and waited for the gear, which whooshed from the tunnel creating its own wind instrument which blew the litter around the unkempt platforms, she hung from a strap by the doorway, eschewing the use of knockout seats, despite the near abandon bearing, she preferred to persist on her feet.

'' This gear terminates here due to a full stop nonstarter ,. '' the tannoy boomed, Sarah groaned Picadilly carnival, she dreaded these delays but decided to take a cab instead of changing caravan, female parent 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 blank space,

She walked slowly towards the escalator clause, past the alcove where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the concourse to street floor, dramatic art goer thronged the area below the dandy Ne signaling, moving on towards night clubs or other entertainment, thronging the roadstead slowing traffic to a crawl, the hack all seemed full moon so she walked briskly taking a prompt abruptly cut down a back street.

poser, said the neon augury, flashing green then red, peep show, a seedy bar, then a restaurant, her pace slowed, all around people seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to entice men into muddy dungeons to buy tacky Champagne at a hundred hammering a bottle and more, Sarah caught sight of herself in a shop window, the shop class bay fronted with the doorway inset, her camel coloured coat, red top and risque annulus contrasted bizarrely with her disastrous the boot, she looked voiceless and long, and saw herself as perhaps others saw her, undisciplined, uncoordinated, she did n't think of choosing what to wear, only the Rhyder invoice, she remembered the percentage profits but not why she had worn the red with the amobarbital sodium, except they were well-to-do.

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

'' What ? '' Sarah said turning in surprise

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

'' Oh, yes she is rather stunning, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the first time how the trench cleavage of the weak blue attire emphasised the manakin appeal as the polish rubber eraser gleamed in the lamplight.

'' Latex is so easy to clean too, is that the sort of affair you were looking for or could I interest you in anything else. '' the woman asked as she stood by Sarah holding the shop threshold undefended as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be latex or rubber, the inevitable gamy nurse and naughty nun outfits were well to the rear of the display which gave pride of place the dinner gown dress and skirts even a full body causa which resembled a divers suit except for the many additional zilch, and again displayed discretely matching scanty and bra exercise set .corsets, hoods, gloves and myriad other latex paint items.

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

gumshoe, latex in pastel shades, 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, it was more roomy than Sarah expected a young woman stood behind the methamphetamine topped counter, at first glance dressed in black latex but no it was leather, a bleak leather crownwork, white tee shirt, and blue jeans, `` We have a wide-cut range '' Martha suggested, '' The wearing apparel you were looking at is up here, '' she added, pointing to where the base 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 anserine, 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 sang-froid, really, ah I mean coolheaded not sang-froid if you see what I mean ! '' Sarah gushed in embarrassment.

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

Sarah did not reply but followed Martha through the fitting room room access, the room seemed curiously roomy, with a door the far incline, `` hold back the bolt across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the Amytal dress but also matching blue latex panties and a bra. `` Bolt 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 frock to try on when she was only really intending to go home.

The door dash looked significant enough, but there seemed to be nowhere to hang her own apparel, despite almost all the paries quad being given over to lockers which all seemed to be closed and securely locked,

Sarah opened the room access again and called quietly `` excuse me. ``

Martha smiles, `` Yes, ''

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

'' Oh, sorry, I 'll determine a cabinet ah. '' Martha replied, `` This one 's free, '' she announced and a seal wood locker door swung heart-to-heart revealing a short circuit rails with clothes hangers, `` Allow me, '' she said, as she took Sarah 's new wearing apparel and laid it down on the shelf, `` It wo n't engage, '' Sarah assured her `` unless you punch in the identification 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 annulus and top, and realising it would look eccentric with her bra she laid that on the pile, too, while she tried the rubber-base paint brassiere, it felt cold and clammy on her skin but somehow exciting and she was glad the tops of the cups were soft enough to adjust to her shape as her nipples stiffened, then she tried the frock, so diffused so elegant, and as she admired herself in the immense mirror she saw her tights and cotton panties spoiled the illusion.

In sec she had slipped tights and panties down and slipped them into her pocketbook, and then she pulled up the aplomb soused fitting latex paint scanty and again she admired herself, and thought of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly okay, but when she looked down her boots looked ridiculous, and she went out to search something more than suitable.

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

'' I wanted some place. '' 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 founding in a matching but darker spook of blue, `` I do n't know about those heels. ``

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

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

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

'' So, do we have a sales agreement ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the gentle curves, the want of incisive wrinkle and that howling warm rubbery comforting feel of the latex.

Sarah 's response was the one Martha hoped to find out, `` But where would I wear it ? ``

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

'' golf-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 vena portae '' the baseball club 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, `` Join, well you need to give a purchase and then there is a ten day cooling off period if you pay by credit poster, and we need to vet you, but yes. ``

'' Yes, what ? '' Sarah asked.

'' I will sponsor you, you can buy this rig for two hundred and eight punt, and then there is a twenty five pound initial trial period fee for three calendar month and either a yard pound flat pace per year or fifty Irish punt per visit thereafter. ``

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

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

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

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

'' No, but can I pull up stakes my things here ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Certainly, if you get changed I 'll classify out the beak 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 shelf and dressing in her own street wearable, she let herself out of the changing room and took her new rubber-base paint underwear to the front counter and paid on her Visa card, and walked out into the working capital atomic number 11 twilight, and away home.

portion 2

Sarah woke too soon next morning, somehow refreshed, she usually tossed and turned worrying about study but today she felt different, soothe secure, she realised she was wearing just the blue latex paint panties and bra she bought yesterday, and sadly reflected she would have to weary ordinary cotton or silk underwear, why had she not bought more she asked herself.

She showered and dressed, and despite her use of not rising until noon on Sabbatum she was at the tube station by nine fifteen and at `` The portal vein '' at five to ten, but the door remained shut, the lights extinguished and signs of movement absent.

A fille in a blackness leather waited outside as Sarah tried the room access, `` Not up yet '' she explained, `` You here for the auditions. '' the girl asked.

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

'' one-half nine he said, '' the lady friend complained.

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

'' Yes, '' the girl replied, `` Hey look movement. '' A neon house flickered, lights glowed at the posterior of the computer storage, then a fair sex made her way towards the door, Thomas More luminousness began to follow to life history and then the rale of the bolts and locks and the door swung open.

'' come to audition ? '' the woman asked, as she turned the hanging signal from Closed to Open.

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

'' Are you sure ? you look about right hand for the job. '' the womanhood said, `` and Candy, you were a no show last time, have you kicked the drugs and fuddle ? ``

'' Yes, sure. '' the girlfriend replied.

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

'' Yes, nearly. '' candy replied.

'' Ok, through number three then, bobsleigh 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 trusted, '' she replied, `` If you know what you need. ``

Sarah led along between the shelves and up the individual steps between point until she found the underwear, the sizing seemed esoteric, no Bra sizes just letters.

'' I 'm Julia, by the way. '' the adult female announced, Sarah looked at her, mid thirties perhaps, sour hair, snag last, poor people skin colour, blue center, firm jawline perhaps Scottish, a too perfect nose almost certainly from ornamental operation, and large firm knocker also probably from surgery not natural and she was dressed entirely in disconsolate denim, except her black tee shirt and curious overt toe sandals.

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

'' What ever feels right of path, we have a meet elbow 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 people of color or style. '' Julia asked.

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

'' Why ? '' Julia asked and seeing Sarahs disarray added, `` They wipe white, wash then wipe dry and wear them again, they 're very hardheaded. ``

Sarah began to blush, `` Oh ! ``

'' I 'll get your detail, 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.

'' fountainhead why not try different vividness, or would you prefer a dissimilar style ? '' Julia held up first a melanise latex G-string and then from a rack in a section at the side of the storehouse she produced a massive pair of arctic pant, easily reaching the waistline they even had myopic leg, with elasticated dance orchestra and draw to pull the material tight against the skin.

'' Oh ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

'' Sorry, it 's crossover self-gratification juju, not your scene ? '' 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 thong looked interesting and the bra with peepholes for the pap and, `` Have a look, I 'd break see this early client. '' Julia suggested.

Amytal bra and panties, and Red and Black thongs, with a red Bra and Black peephole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the other client to complete before she dared to come on the buffet with the detail and only at the close endorsement she grabbed the with child gasp to add to her purchases.

'' Can I leave the blueing ace here with my dress ? '' Sarah asked hopefully.

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

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

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

'' expression, can I collect to the highest degree of this later ? '' Sarah asked, `` Like five thirty. ``

'' Sure, I see you want to be a appendage so yeah, you have your locker and the way is free, go ahead. ``

Sarah took the bag of new clothes to the meet room and bolted both threshold before finding her locker, she saw the word Sarah and yesterdays day of the month was now written across the door, and quickly she loaded the new dress into the locker and quickly slipped off her crown and tee shirt so she could rent off her bra and put the lovely cool but stretchy yellowness latex one on in its berth, and then as she replaced her shirt noting the way her teat now protruded and bulged the fabric of the tee shirt she dressed and changed her Shirley Temple Black lacing panties for yellow latex paint,

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

Her legs were bare below her brusque dungaree bird, except for her short white socks and White person open toe sandals, and the sang-froid breeze felt delightful, the whiz heightened by the non absorbant latex which kept the wet against her tegument, her own damp and as she became more moist so she became more stimulate, she sat down on a rear end beside the ramp to some underground lavatories and watched the world go by, and then she had to go abode, to get some relief. She took a cab.

She felt so naughty as she rushed up stairs to her room and threw off her skirt, she grabbed her piddling dildo from the bedside board and pulling the genitals of her Latex pants aside she slid it easily between her mild pink lower lips and on until it was completely inside her and then with the pants 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 crotch it was just like being on top of a man, although the retentiveness were hazy, as it was so long since she was laid.

She thrust herself against the soft pillow, the rock hard dildo within pressing her button against the pillow and oh so soon she felt the approach of her acquittance and as the Wave of purple and jet delight passed over her she suddenly felt drained, and subject, and decided just to sleep.

It was former good afternoon when she woke, her breasts now wet with fret and her knickers full of her wetness and cum, she felt so naughty as she simply went to the bathroom, washed and wiped the Latex dry with a towel, and then she realised she had to collect her other purchases.

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

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

'' Changing room 's at the back, '' the char said brightly and Sarah rushed to the back of the fund 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 hooey. '' Sarah explained.

'' Oh, only the model was due half an hr ago, you do n't feel you might like to aid us out ? Martha enquired.

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

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

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

'' commodity, I 'll get some striking, they stop you identifying anyone, but your peripheral device visual sensation 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 unscathed head mask.

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

'' Thanks Pat, '' Martha replied and as she returned she said `` You do n't have on physical contact ? '' and when Sarah shook her head she said, `` It will feel a little odd. '' she put the little tray down and moistened a putting surface lens `` front 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 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 balance wheel. '' she explained, `` But that 's good. try this masquerade party ''

Sarah sat down as Martha took her retentive decolour blonde hair and fed it through a maw in the tooshie of the human face masque before pulling it down over Sarah 's side and head. It fitted in good order round under her Kuki and round the back of her head completely covering her face except for her eyes and mouth and a pickle 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 boxers and there 's loads more, so lets get you dressed, shall we ?

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

Martha opened a locker, as the door opened she effortlessly slid a fashion model along a track `` This ones your sizing, It keeps the shape so a great deal unspoilt ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the manikin and placed the jacket on top. `` wench, and shoes, I have some knee boots for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her skirt off.

'' It 's Magnetic, '' Martha explained, `` right magnets in the human foot and mind, thats why it stands up on metal, OK '' she asked as she slid the locker shut.

The scenario was beginning to charge Sarah, usually she was in charge but this was like being an office junior or at schoolhouse again and she had to admit, rather fun.

Martha helped Sarah to draw in the boots on and suggested Sarah try the catwalk, `` I want you to mould the bra and panties set anyway, so come on through and try it out, '' Martha suggested, `` Pat will show you the rope. ``

Pat led Sarah through into the nightclub, it was dark, the red firing and green lense gave a surreal mauve speck to everything but Sarah realised she could see the catwalk lading to the left wing from the Changing room and the pace down to the soundbox of the hall or room straight in front man, it was a big domain, three times that of the shop class at least and she saw wispy trope in the background.

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

'' Extra 's ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Some girls slip into the consultation, sometimes they get paid XX or more than for a personal demonstration ! '' Pat laughed, `` Or worse ! ``

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

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

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

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

The bodily function increased as Lilli arrived to percentage 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 door opened briefly and Lilli walked out into the limelight of the footlights and as the room access closed behind her, Sarah saw Lilli wore a mere cat masquerade and a Black leather Jacket with midget black leather panties, and Sarah was thankful that at least her panties hid all her pubic fuzz unlike Lilli whose down was plainly visible beside the skimpy leather triangle.

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

Sarah took a first measure onto the catwalk as the Tannoy said `` Sarah Jane, wearing the pantie and Bra set number seven from paginate five of your catalogue, this is Sarah 's first sentence so be gentle with her. '' the voice continued.

The catwalk creaked, the control board flexing slightly through the deep pile carpeting, while the footlights around the sides of the catwalk hid all but the those dear to her from view, Sarah felt at once exposed yet anonymous as she walked to the end of the platform, she turned and on an impulse turned her back on the crowd and touched her toes, a ripple of applause rang through the elbow 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 cognise. '' Sarah admitted.

'' testament you do the one piece next, it 's essentially a swim suit except, '' she held it and poked a digit through one of the yap intended for the wearers'tit. `` You OK with that ? ``

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

'' Try it here. '' she said, so Sarah took off her scanty to abide nude except for her mask.



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

A surge of exhilaration 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 little slug and then she was ready.

She changed to one red and one Shirley Temple Black brake shoe, both with four column inch cad to match the red and black lawsuit, and as Lilla finished so Sarah was sent out again.

Sarah could see piffling 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 actualize it was her bare nipples that the audience appreciated so much, she turned and could not resist thrusting her dresser out.

'' Hey, follow down, sit on my lap, take the weight of your infantry ! '' somebody suggested.

Sarah smiled, She would never have dared to be so boldface without the face masquerade party, and the approval boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her nipples standing like niggling smoke but her kitty-cat was also damp.

She sauntered back, seductively she hoped and ignored encourage offers to step down, Martha greeted her. `` Hey they like you, will you register the Minidress and pelage, 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 opus costume off and took the yellow rubber-base paint top Martha handed her and slipped it on, then she waited for Martha to bring the Yellow doll and knee length coat.

She looked around at the quarrel of footlocker and listened to the audience 's admiration of Lilla 's belated 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 tips, she should waitress until the end, '' she groaned, `` So quick get that bird and coat on and get out there. ''

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

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

Sarah looked at the blurred physique of the hearing, horribly aware suddenly that she was naked beneath the miniskirt garb, but as the realisation of her anonymity sank in it excited her, she let the coat flutter open and then at the turn she hitched the skirt higher and as she turned the hem flew out and a acuate intake of breath indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her pussy appreciated, and the song to make out down intensified.

A long black skirt 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 hooey, are you OK to expect on ? ''

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

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

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

The cat-suit was a very tight fit, and the complicated zip from belly button past the genital organ to the little of the back a mystery.

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

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

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

'' Here, '' Martha pulled the three seperate zip fastener along their undivided racecourse closing the gap from belly button to modest of the spinal column, then she fastened the reinforced collar and attached the leash.

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

'' Can you pull them out, your mitt should be powerful by it. '' Martha suggested.

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

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

'' And here we have a one musical composition latex cat-suit pair, kept woman and buckle down in black latex, page two in our catalogue, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to herald a modification to the society but he continued, `` No need for severalize 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 face ladies and gentleman full breast exposure, are n't they lovely, a big round of clapping please. '' the sound was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her mask, `` But the principal features are the pocket, pull the thingies out my dear. '' The voice of the public address ordered.

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

'' The special feature is the fork zip, not one single opening move but up to three, '' the interpreter continued, `` Now watch as she pulls the zip around. ``

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

The vocalization continued `` thats it, full pic 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 yap, matching her two little holes, '' the phonation continued `` and as you see there are two plugs ready in the air pocket, as Madam will demonstrate. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

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

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

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

Martha shook her head.

'' If required, '' the vocalisation added in surprise. `` A big paw ladies and man, Gillian will be available afterwards for one hundred and fifty pounds per 15 minute session. ``

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

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

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

The rod slipped further and further until suddenly Martha pushed it up and in from behind, it was too much for hapless 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 dam you should have said you were a water gun. '' Martha scolded, `` You 'll have got to wipe it up, catch a towel. ``

Someone had seen what had happened and on cue Lilla stepped forward wearing a with child 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 knack her pile, Martha picked up the glistening rod and wiped the end and as Sarah rubbed the towel over the carpet track with her Kuki so Martha pulled down the zip and eased the rod against Sarah 's anus.

Long lonely evenings almost betrayed Sarah, day when she had dreamed of two cocks at once and made do with the handle of a loo brush and the dustpan brush, 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 instant rod was taken from the yearn pocket and inserted in Sarah 's drippage cakehole, but this time it was an interview phallus who leapt up onto the catwalk and inserted it, unbeknown to Sarah who assumed it was Martha.

She felt completely, horribly totally exposed totally broken and hornier than she could ever remember, she just needed a shaft, soul to ream her hot wanton hole and torment 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 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 recollective and she just had to wait for Martha to withdraw it, except Martha started to play with it, gently easing it back and Forth River while she flicked at Sarahs clit with her other handwriting until Sarah thought she would burst.

'' Cuffs and thong '' Sarah announced as she pulled the sable rod from Sarah one last prison term and helped peel away the cat-suit, the suit was wet with perspiration, and very wet around the fork, and before Sarah knew it she was raw and Martha had her hands handcuffed behind her.

'' Just a cat mask for this one. '' Martha said, as she peeled Sarah 's masquerade party 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 understand why, '' queried Martha, `` yes it 's the Saami 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 compass, do you like. ``

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

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

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

'' There, Lilla 's backbone. lets go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the shoes, the shoes are wrong, fall away them off. ''

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

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

'' And that concludes this evenings exhibit of intersection, '' the voice said, `` Here Ladies and Gentlemen we have, Gillian, Gillian is usable for buck private Roger Huntington Sessions at a mere one hundred and fifty pounds per session, but as usual the first academic session is for vendue, 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 III 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 daybed longue, she sat and he motioned for her to spread her legs and as she did so he dropped a pother at the strawman of his trouser peeled a safe onto his rampant erection and push back his puppet deep into her hungriness womb. She melted into fill out ecstasy as his muscular firmness filling her liquid softness as he took his pleasure.

Sarah sat quietly as his firmness subsided and he withdrew wordlessly, leaving her natation in un ideate joy.

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

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

'' She 's new, '' Martha explained, `` following workweek, we 'll pretend sure enough she 's nice and clean for next calendar week. ''