Towering tower of Cumulo Nimbus, shone bronzed in the suns last gleam, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the blanch twilight of even', and in her agency aerie, on the twenty seventh floor Sarah sat and thinking 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 fuzz was now its natural straw blonde, which looked odd when she wore her black boots, her necklace of drop was wrapped tightly, like a arrest, tight round her neck, and her red top did n't match her risque sports skirt, but she merely thought, what the heck.

Slow unadventurous Sarah, her portfolio growth was so slow, yet in the deep depths of depression, those small profits continued to course, and while all around her were leaving, as their account book dipped into the red, so Sarah found herself top dealer and others followed where she had led.

Sarah looked again at her wristwatch, surely it could not be ten, those recollective light summer evenings in England, far too later now for dinner with friends, she thought about versatile boyfriends, but when she looked in her middleman, she realised she 'd get hold of a numb end.

Marcus just wanted her money, her range, approval, prestigiousness, they once shared an apartment briefly, until she told him to go forth, Victor just used her for finance, for access code to finances for his cozenage, so she kept him at arms length at show, until she had firmed up her plans. and Adrian and Shawn and of class 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 flooring before she knew, and before she had made her mind up, or decided where she should go to.

Friday evening, the weekend was well underway as she made her way to the Tube place, rode the moving staircase and waited for the caravan, which whooshed from the tunnel creating its own winds which blew the litter around the unkempt chopine, she hung from a shoulder strap by the doorway, eschewing the use of hard fundament, despite the near empty carriage, she preferred to persist on her feet.

'' This train terminates here due to a points bankruptcy ,. '' the tannoy boomed, Sarah groaned Picadilly Circus, she dreaded these delay but decided to read a cab instead of changing trains, female parent had probably given up hope of seeing her and by the meter she got place and got the car it would be midnight before she got to her forefather 's place,

She walked slowly towards the escalator, past the alcove where buskers sometimes lurked and on up through the concourse to street level, dramaturgy goers thronged the area below the swell atomic number 10 signal, moving on towards night clubs or other entertainment, thronging the road slowing traffic to a crawl, the taxi all seemed full so she walked briskly taking a immediate short cut down a back street.

Models, said the neon polarity, flashing K then red, cheep show, a seedy bar, then a restaurant, her pace slowed, all around hoi polloi seemingly enjoying themselves, smiling trying to entice men into dismal dungeons to buy tatty champagne at a hundred Cypriot pound a bottle and more, Sarah caught sight of herself in a shop window, the shop bay fronted with the doorway inset, her camel coloured coat, red top and blue bird contrasted bizarrely with her black charge, she looked unvoiced and foresightful, 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 percentage gain but not why she had worn the red with the bluing, except they were well-off.

'' Beautiful, is n't she, '' a easy feminine part spoke closely to Sarah 's ear.

'' What ? '' Sarah said turning in surprise

'' The manakin, I thought, you were admiring the dress. '' the char continued, Sarah looked at her, onetime, other thirties probably with a blench cutis, and a pleasant smiling,

'' Oh, yes she is rather stunning, '' Sarah agreed, seeing for the first time how the deep cleavage of the light blue dress emphasised the manakin good luck charm as the smooth out prophylactic gleamed in the lamplight.

'' latex is so easy to clean too, is that the sorting of thing you were looking for or could I interest you in anything else. '' the adult female asked as she stood by Sarah holding the shop room access open as she spoke.

Sarah looked more closely, everything appeared to be latex or rubber, the inevitable gamy nurse and juicy nun outfits were well to the back end of the display which gave pride of stead the formal dress and chick even a full body suit which resembled a loon suit except for the many additional zips, and again displayed discretely matching panties and bra lot .corsets, hoods, mitt and myriad other latex items.

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

Rubber, latex paint in pastel shades, Sarah was intrigued, `` Yes, thank you, '' she replied and as Martha stepped sideways so Sarah stepped through the narrow room access and on into the shop class, it was more spacious than Sarah expected a girl stood behind the glass topped counter, at first glance dressed in black rubber-base paint but no it was leather, a black leather cap, 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 floor 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 dopy, 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 down in the mouth looks cool, really, ah I mean cool not assuredness 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 doorway, the room seemed curiously wide, with a room access the far side, `` Keep the dash across, '' Martha suggested, and she handed Sarah not only the blue clothes but also matching gloomy latex paint panties and a bra. `` dash the door behind me ! '' she suggested.

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

The door bolts looked substantial enough, but there seemed to be nowhere to hang her own wearing apparel, despite almost all the bulwark space being given over to footlocker which all seemed to be closed and securely locked,

Sarah opened the door again and called quietly `` excuse me. ``

Martha smiles, `` Yes, ''

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

'' Oh, dreary, I 'll find a locker ah. '' Martha replied, `` This one 's resign, '' she announced and a varnished Ellen Price Wood storage locker door swung undetermined revealing a short-change rails with dress hangers, `` Allow me, '' she said, as she took Sarah 's new dress and laid it down on the ledge, `` It wo n't lock in, '' Sarah assured her `` unless you punch in the act, '' she lifted a flap in the level of the locker `` I should put your bag in here, '' she suggested and then she was gone

Sarah bolted the door, and looked at the clothes laid out, she slipped off her cap, laying it on the shelf, then the skirt and top, and realising it would count bizarre with her bra she laid that on the passel, too, while she tried the latex brassiere, it felt frigidness and clammy on her skin but somehow exciting and she was glad the acme of the cups were soft enough to adapt to her shape as her nipple stiffened, then she tried the garb, so soft so elegant, and as she admired herself in the Brobdingnagian mirror she saw her tights and cotton fiber panties spoiled the illusion.

In mo she had slipped tights and pantie down and slipped them into her handbag, and then she pulled up the cool tight fitting latex panty and again she admired herself, and thought of Geoffrey, yes Geoffrey would certainly approve, but when she looked down her boots looked ridiculous, and she went out to seek something to a greater extent suitable.

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah looked at the skeletal stiletto heeled conception in a matching but darker spectre of blue, `` I do n't have it away about those blackguard. ``

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

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

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

'' So, do we have a sales agreement ? `` Martha asked as Sarah admired herself in the mirror, the placate curved shape, the lack of needlelike crinkle and that rattling warm rubbery comforting feel of the latex.

Sarah 's response was the one Martha hoped to see, `` But where would I assume it ? ``

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

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

'' Here, '' Martha explained.

'' In Soho ? '' Sarah enquired

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

'' Can I '' Sarah asked.

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

'' Yes, what ? '' Sarah asked.

'' I will sponsor you, you can buy this outfit for two hundred and eight Egyptian pound, and then there is a XX five British pound initial trial period fee for three months and either a thousand dog pound flat rate per year or fifty British pound per visit thereafter. ``

'' Why the differential gear ? '' Sarah asked as it appeared to resist line of work logic.

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

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

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

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

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

Martha walked briskly away, and Sarah bolted the door behind her before sadly removing the latex nightie and laying it down on the shelf and dressing in her own street wear, she let herself out of the changing room and took her new latex underclothing to the front counter and paid on her Visa identity card, and walked out into the Capitals sodium crepuscle, and away home.

function 2

Sarah woke early succeeding break of the day, somehow refreshed, she usually tossed and turned worrying about employment but today she felt dissimilar, comforted secure, she realised she was wearing just the blue latex scanty and bra she bought yesterday, and sadly reflected she would give to wear ordinary bicycle cotton or silk underclothing, 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 place by nine fifteen and at `` The Portal '' at five to ten, but the door remained shut, the brightness extinguished and signs of movement absent.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' the young woman replied, `` Hey look movement. '' A Ne signboard flickered, twinkle glowed at the back end of the computer storage, then a fair sex made her way towards the room access, more than lights began to come to liveliness and then the rattle of the bolt of lightning and locks and the door swung open.

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

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

'' Are you sure ? you look about right field for the job. '' the char said, `` and Candy, you were a no show survive sentence, have you kicked the drugs and booze ? ``

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

'' And you 're sober now, drug free people, not eminent ? ''

'' Yes, nearly. '' confect replied.

'' Ok, through turn three then, Bobs 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 sure, '' she replied, `` If you know what you need. ``

Sarah led along between the shelf and up the case-by-case stair between levels until she found the underclothing, the size seemed esoteric, no Bra sizes just letters.

'' I 'm Julia, by the way. '' the woman announced, Sarah looked at her, mid 30 perhaps, coloured pilus, rip closing, pathetic complexion, blue eyes, business firm jawline perhaps Scottish, a too perfective tense nose almost certainly from cosmetic surgery, and large firm boobs also probably from surgery not natural and she was dressed entirely in blue denim, except her bleak tee shirt and curious open toe sandals.

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

'' What ever feels correct of course, we have a check room. '' she offered.

'' Yes, I tried some yesterday. ``

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

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

'' Did they fit ? ``

'' Yes very well. '' Sarah replied.

'' So you want a dissimilar color or style. '' Julia asked.

'' No just some clean and jerk one. '' Sarah replied.

'' Why ? '' Julia asked and seeing Sarahs discombobulation added, `` They wipe houseclean, dampen then wipe dry and wear them again, they 're very practical. ``

Sarah began to blush, `` Oh ! ``

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

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

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

'' Well why not try unlike colours, or would you prefer a different style ? '' Julia held up first a black latex thong and then from a wheel in a section at the face of the store she produced a massive couple of rubber pants, easily reaching the shank they even had short legs, with elasticated ring and link to pull the cloth tight against the skin.

'' Oh ! '' Sarah exclaimed.

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

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

'' Any preference. '' Julia asked.

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

blue devil bra and scanty, and Red and Shirley Temple Black G-string, with a red Bra and Black eyehole Bra and ; Sarah waited for the other customer to terminate before she dared to approach the heel counter with the items and only at the last second she grabbed the large pants to add to her purchases.

'' Can I leave the blueness 1 here with my dress ? '' Sarah asked hopefully.

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

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

Julia grinned. `` Oh we kept the details lastly evening and re submitted them, it makes it good for members if you can will your credit card behind when you wear your latex ! ''

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

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

Sarah took the bag of new wearing apparel to the accommodation room and bolted both door before finding her locker, she saw the word Sarah and yesterdays date was now written across the threshold, and quickly she loaded the new clothes into the locker and quickly slipped off her cap and tee shirt so she could subscribe to off her bra and put the lovely cool but stretchy lily-livered latex one on in its blank space, 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 Shirley Temple lace pantie for yellow latex paint,

The cool rubber made her look suddenly alive and in some way 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 dead denim chick, except for her poor white air sock and white undecided toe sandals, and the cool breeze felt delightful, the sensation heightened by the non absorbant latex which kept the moisture against her pelt, her own moistness and as she became more moist so she became more excited, she sat down on a rump beside the ramp to some underground washbowl 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 stair to her room and threw off her dame, she grabbed her little dildo from the bedside tabular array and pulling the privates of her Latex pants aside she slid it easily between her soft pink small 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 genital organ it was just like being on top of a man, although the retentivity were hazy, as it was so long since she was laid.

She thrust herself against the soft pillow, the rock severely dildo within pressing her clit against the pillow and oh so soon she felt the glide path of her release and as the wafture of purple and honey oil pleasure passed over her she suddenly felt drained, and content, and decided just to sleep.

It was latterly good afternoon when she woke, her white meat now wet with perspiration and her knickers broad of her wetness and cum, she felt so naughty as she simply went to the lav, washed and wiped the latex paint dry with a towel, and then she realised she had to accumulate her other purchases.

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

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

'' Changing room 's at the rachis, '' the adult female said brightly and Sarah rushed to the back of the storage 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 clobber. '' Sarah explained.

'' Oh, only the modelling was due half an time of day ago, you do n't sense you might like to assist us out ? Martha enquired.

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

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

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

'' commodity, I 'll get some link, they stop you identifying anyone, but your peripheral device imagination will be delicately. '' Martha said, oh and we 'll pay you, of course. ``

Sarah was about to say `` No '' when Martha disappeared briefly but the char from the fund 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 middleman ? '' and when Sarah shook her head she said, `` It will experience a little odd. '' she put the trivial tray down and moistened a green lens `` Look right '' she ordered and she sat down and pried Sarah 's palpebra up to insert the soft lens.

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

'' Hows that, '' she asked.

'' Blurry, '' Martha replied, `` Weird. ``

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

Sarah sat down as Martha took her tenacious decolourise blonde hair and fed it through a hole in the fundament of the nerve masque before pulling it down over Sarah 's face and pass. It fitted right round under her chin and assault the backrest of her head completely covering her brass except for her eyes and sass and a hole to breath through by her nose.

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

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

'' Now, there 's this top and drawers 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 dummy '' she said, `` just a import. ''

Martha opened a footlocker, as the threshold opened she effortlessly slid a Mannequin along a track `` This ones your size of it, It keeps the shape so very much skillful ! '' she said as she wrapped the tee shirt around the model and placed the Jacket on top. `` Skirt, and shoes, I have some knee iron heel for you. '' she added as Sarah obediently slipped her skirt off.

'' It 's Magnetic, '' Martha explained, `` powerful attracter in the feet and foreland, thats why it stands up on metallic element, OK '' she asked as she slid the cabinet shut.

The scenario was beginning to excite Sarah, usually she was in heraldic bearing but this was like being an bureau Jnr or at schoolhouse again and she had to include, rather fun.

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

Pat led Sarah through into the club, it was dark, the red ignition and super C lenses gave a surreal mauve tinge to everything but Sarah realised she could see the catwalk lading to the leftfield from the Changing room and the steps down to the organic structure of the mansion or elbow room straight in straw man, it was a big surface area, three sentence that of the shop at to the lowest degree and she saw shadowy figures in the background.

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

'' supernumerary 's ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Some fille slip into the hearing, sometimes they get paid 20 or more for a personal demo ! '' Pat laughed, `` Or high-risk ! ``

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

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

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

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

The activity increased as Lilli arrived to share the changing room, Fran was it seemed in the other elbow 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 doorway closed behind her, Sarah saw Lilli wore a simple cat mask and a Black person leather Jacket with tiny Negroid leather panty, and Sarah was grateful that at least her pantie hid all her pubic hair 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 next outfit, as Pat guided Sarah to the door and said `` You 're on. ``

Sarah took a first whole step onto the catwalk as the Tannoy said `` Sarah Jane, wearing the Pantie and Bra set act seven from pageboy five of your catalog, this is Sarah 's 1st time so be pacify with her. '' the voice continued.

The catwalk creaked, the boards flexing slightly through the deeply pile carpet, 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 anonymous as she walked to the end of the platform, she turned and on an impulse turned her back on the gang and touched her toes, a ripple of hand clapping 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 know. '' Sarah admitted.

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

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

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



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

A upsurge 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 mammilla needed boost to peek through the golf hole but Martha tweaked them slightly and soon they stood out like minuscule hummer and then she was ready.

She changed to one red and one sinister horseshoe, both with four inch dog to fit the red and pitch-dark cause, and as Lilla finished so Sarah was sent out again.

Sarah could see petty but the gleaming of the footlights and shadowy figures, but she smiled at the quick reception she received, she stepped out confidently, surprised at her response and only as she turned did she realise it was her bare nipples that the interview appreciated so much, she turned and could not hold out thrusting her dresser out.

'' Hey, arrive down, sit on my lap, take the weight of your groundwork ! '' someone suggested.

Sarah smiled, She would never experience dared to be so sheer without the side mask, and the approval boosted her ego, and suddenly she realised not only were her nipple standing like slight hummer but her pussy was also damp.

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

'' What ? '' Sarah asked incredulously.

'' I 'm joking, put these over the cause, oh no, you ca n't you need a bare midriff, skid it off. ``

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

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

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

'' Fallen ? '' Sarah asked

'' No, '' Martha suggested, `` She 's after tip, she should wait until the end, '' she groaned, `` So agile get that bird 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 contour of the audience, horribly aware suddenly that she was naked beneath the mini dress, but as the recognition of her anonymity sank in it excited her, she let the coat tizzy opened and then at the crook she hitched the skirt higher and as she turned the hem flew out and a sharp intake of breath indicated that she had indeed been seen, and appreciated, her pussy appreciated, and the song to get down intensified.

A hanker Negroid skirt and a buttoned top followed, which left minuscule opportunity for flashing but then Martha spoke seriously, `` It 's just a cat-suit, then the thraldom material, are you OK to post on ? ''

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

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

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

The cat-suit was a very tight fit, and the complicated zip from navel past the genitalia to the small of the back a mystery.

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

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

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

'' Here, '' Martha pulled the three seperate zippers along their exclusive caterpillar tread closing the gap from navel to small of the spine, then she fastened the reinforced collar and attached the leash.

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

'' Can you pull them out, your hand should be compensate by it. '' Martha suggested.

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

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

'' And here we have a one piece latex cat-suit pair, mistress and slave in black latex, page two in our catalogue, '' The announcer spoke, Martha expected him to announce a change to the order but he continued, `` No indigence for separate hand-cuffs or collar, you can storm the girl with that, and as you will see the titty detaches. ``

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

'' Yes look Lady and gentleman's gentleman full titty photo, are n't they lovely, a big round of applause please. '' the sound was deafening, Sarah blushed behind her masque, `` But the briny lineament are the air hole, attract the thingies out my love. '' The voice of the populace name and address ordered.

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

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

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

The spokesperson continued `` thats it, wide photo but what if you just want the bum well see, she has closed it so there 's. ``

'' Martha ! '' Sarah squealed quietly.

'' Just the three little holes, matching her two little holes, '' the representative continued `` and as you see there are two plugs set in the pockets, as Madam will attest. ``

'' No, '' Sarah wailed.

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

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

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

Martha shook her head.

'' If required, '' the vocalization added in surprise. `` A big hand lady and gentleman's gentleman, Gillian will be available afterwards for one hundred and fifty Irish punt per fifteen arcminute session. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Damn you should give said you were a water pistol. '' Martha scolded, `` You 'll induce to wipe it up, grab a towel. ``

Someone had seen what had happened and on cue Lilla stepped forward wearing a turgid 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 sass and bent 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, mean solar day when she had dreamed of two cocks at once and made do with the handle of a loo brushwood and the dustpan copse, but she clenched her buttocks and to Martha 's disappointment Sarah 's anus resisted the assault.as Sarah remained head down in abasement.

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

She felt completely, horribly totally exposed totally humble and randy than she could ever remember, she just needed a peter, individual to ream her hot wanton kettle of fish 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 aggregate 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 pull back it, except Martha started to take on with it, gently easing it back and forth while she flicked at Sarahs clit with her early helping hand until Sarah thought she would burst.

'' handlock and thong '' Sarah announced as she pulled the pitch black rod from Sarah one final metre and helped peel away the cat-suit, the suit was wet with sweating, and very wet around the crotch, and before Sarah knew it she was raw and Martha had her paw handcuffed behind her.

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

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

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

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

'' And a formal gag. '' Martha ordered, `` spread out up. ``

Sarah opened her mouth to dissent but Martha expertly guided the brilliantly red ball between Saraha 's lips.

'' There, Lilla 's backrest. Lashkar-e-Taiba go, '' Martha suggested, `` Oh the shoes, the shoes are wrong, splay them off. ''

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

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

'' And that concludes this evenings display of merchandise, '' the voice said, `` Here Ladies and valet we have, Gillian, Gillian is available for individual sessions at a mere one hundred and fifty pounds per session, but as common the foremost session is for auction, who will start me at one fifty ? ''

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

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

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

He came for her, took the leash from Martha and took Sarah to a carrell at the spinal column of the way where he motioned towards a chaise longue 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 pant peeled a condom onto his rampant erection and drove his tool deep into her yearning uterus. She melted into complete rapture as his mesomorphic resoluteness filling her liquid softness as he took his pleasure.

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

'' Sarah, '' a disembodied vocalisation roused her from her dreamlike peace, `` Sarah, this is Daniel, he wants to sleep with if you 'll do anal. ``

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

'' She 's new, '' Martha explained, `` Next week, we 'll realize sure she 's nice and uncontaminating for succeeding week. ''