Author's Note: This is a short story idea I had, it came out like an intro but while I think it works as a standalone piece I feel like the further activities of our protagonist could be interesting. If I am struck by inspiration/free time I may come back but failing that I open it up if anyone.

Update (2013/10/31): A bit heavier on exposition/characterization than anything really sexy for this update, the story overall has metastasized from the kind of throwaway single chapter idea I started out with. Rough-draftwise I'm currently up to chapter 20 and plot/character-wise I'll probably need a minimum of 5 more after that to reach what I currently conceive as the "end" so... yea. I'll keep sending things in as I get them revised so counting review period figure updates to keep coming at the pace of the last couple for quite awhile.

Update (2014/03/24): Sorry it's been so long since the last update, I've had difficulty finding time to edit stuff for posting, I will try to get the next few chapters up with more alacrity.


Chapter I - Looking the Part

It was Friday and like always the workday was spent with an eye constantly on the clock, eagerly looking forward to the evening. So I can be fully prepared I work the early shift on Friday's so at 3 o'clock I strip off my hazmat suit and am out the door and rushing home to get prepared for the evening.

My name is Vicky and I work at a large chemical lab with some very noxious materials used in manufacturing. Most people would dislike spending most of their time bundled up in protective gear carefully handling dangerous chemicals but I love it. I've always been put off by direct physical contact with other people so the outfit is actually relaxing. An added bonus comes with the cumbersomeness of wearing the suit combined with the large number of employees at the firm makes it easy for me to slide into the background, there are many days that I go from clocking in to heading home without talking to anyone.

With my family living out of state and a small apartment to myself I put on the appearance of something of a hermit. When I first started working I got quite a bit of attention from several male admirers - out of the hazmat suit I strike quite a figure. 5'4" with E cups that look over-sized on my slender frame; a cute face beneath a short brown pixy haircut I keep in shape with regular exercise on an elliptical at home. It took me several months of constant rebuffing before the guys at work left me alone, an effort that I hear earned me the nickname of the innocent ice queen for the way I seemed to naively ignore all but the most pointed proposals, and then shyly shoot even those down.

Now though I have my life just the way I like it. Nice and private, a good-paying job that keeps me entertained and, most importantly, gives me the free time and resources to allows me to spend my free time as I wish.

Arriving home I get a slight thrill, the same burst of excitement I always get anticipating the evening and weekend ahead. Quickly locking the apartment door behind myself I strip out of my plain work clothes and start the shower warming up.

As the water comes to temperature I grab a bottle of lube and my favorite enema nozzle. With a quick squirt and shove it slides into my accustomed hole and I quickly inflate the dual balloon system to lock it in place. Double checking the temperature I draw a large enema and start it flowing into me as I step into the steamy shower to wash.

The first enema finishing with my shower I flush it out and follow it with a second, increasing the pressure slightly to be sure I get deeply cleaned in all my nooks and crannies. My belly slightly distended by the large flood of water sloshing around inside I ignore the familiar cramps and give myself a once-over for shaving purposes. I got laser hair removal a few years back but somehow there's always the occasional hair coming back so I take a few minutes to carefully go over my body with tweezers to make sure I'm perfectly smooth from the neck down.

Drying my hair and trimming my nails it is finally time to flush the second enema. Satisfied with my cleanliness - there isn't much to wash away really since I enema almost every day normally and am quite careful with my diet - I deflate the plug and head to the bedroom to get dressed to go out.

In preparation for this evening I laid everything I will need out on the bed this morning and I lick my lips in anticipation.

First up is a seamless rubber catsuit. My pride and joy I commissioned it specially molded for my body, the rubber stretchy enough to allow entrance through the neck but thick and strong enough to cling to every inch of my body.

Applying a liberal quantity of lube to the interior of the garment I slide it up over my hips. Sitting down I carefully work my toes into their individual pouches smiling as I wiggle them in their private rubber encasement. Pulling the rest of the garment up I put one arm then the other into the sleeves, making sure my fingers go to the very tips of the gloves before arranging my breasts to protrude through two reinforced, slightly constricting holes. Carefully checking the rest of the garment for any wrinkles I smile at my reflection in the mirror.

Covered from chin to toes in black rubber save for my protruding breasts I apply a quick coating of shine to make the whole outfit glow. Checking in the mirror that I haven't missed any spots I smile in satisfaction at the skintight covering before moving to the next step, the dampness between my legs growing steadily. Despite my rapidly accruing natural lubricant I grab a vial of lube to prep the next part of my outfit.

The steel chastity belt is slightly heavy in my hands as I carefully coat the dual internal dildos with lube. Satisfied that they are sufficiently covered and slippery I loosely wrap the waistband around myself and grab the front panel with its attached dong. Threading past a slit in the catsuit I slide the thick, ribbed phallus into my waiting snatch. I let out a moan as it fills me to depth, several clit-stimulating bumps on the front panel of the belt burrowing past the latex to rest between the folds of my vagina. Reaching behind I pull the two chains leading up over my ass-cheeks tight, with a click they attach to the back of the waistband sealing me closed. My vagina wrapped around the intruder I switch sides to work the anal plug into myself.

Just over two inches in diameter at its widest point and almost six inches of insertable length I have to carefully relax for the large plug to work its way into me. With a final pop the thickest portions passes my sphincter and is hungrily pulled inside. Feeling quite full now I give a little butt wiggle to make sure its fully seated, the front and back panels now securely locked together.

As always I reflect on the "chastity belt" with a smile, its dual fore and aft attachments somewhat put lie to its name; although technically I remain a virgin having never been entered by another person. Smiling as each step or twist causes the two intruders to pleasurably shift inside of me I pick up the next piece of my outfit - a strongly-boned corset in red and black latex.

Wrapping the corset around my waist I spend almost twenty minutes slowly working it closed. Breathing hard I don't stop until the back is flush, the added pressure causing my dual intruders to feel even more filling. The corset in place I re-close the chastity belt snugly around my now-narrowed waist, the lock clicks closed sealing everything in place.

Taking a moment to adjust my breathing to the tight corset I resume by quickly pulling a pair of black latex panties up my legs to conceal the sleek chrome of the chastity belt and then move to my breasts. Pressed out from my body by the combination of the catsuit and the corset my breasts look ever larger than normal while the slight constriction around their base has made them even more sensitive. Picking up my 'bra' I guide my tits into their individual globes, carefully seated against my chest I pull the bra straps tight before attaching a hand pump to a hidden nozzle and squeezing several times to suck away any remaining air and form a slight vacuum for each of my breasts.

Now covered from the neck down I admire the artificially huge, perky, perfectly round melons now protruding from my chest. Wrapping my gloved hands around them I grope them experimentally no sensation passes through the hard exterior shell.

Inside the hemisphere encasing each of my tits my nipples are occasionally teased by small brushes whilst numerous electrodes are pressed against my bare flesh. For now the breast stimulator rest quiet, but I know that that is merely a temporary reprieve.

Next up is a modified camel bag, sliding my arms through the straps I buckle it tight against my back, its outer coating of latex blending in with the rest of my outfit. Reaching behind I locate the hose at the base of the bag and slot it into a matching recess in the back of the chastity belt.

Twisting the drain valve open for a few seconds allows a stream of liquid to flow through the hollow core of my anal plug and into my ass. Feeling the liquid spurt into me and detecting no leaks I close it back up, the small quantity of fluid quickly being absorbed.

Throughout the night I will continue to self-administer fluid using this system - the fluid itself is a special spiked enema of my own design containing a mix of wine, coffee and just a hint of exstacy - everything a girl needs to party the night away and available to be administered secretly at any time.

Due to the quick absorption of the anal tissues I am already beginning to feel the edges of the spiked enema affecting me and I rush to finish up my outfit.

Onto my feet I pull a pair of 6"-heeled knee-high leather boots. It has taken me almost a year of practice to work up to wearing the steep footwear for a whole night straight but it's worth it for the striking height it gives me and the way it draws attention to my legs. Of course there's also the added bonus of the way they force me to walk, my hips swaying provocatively causing my dual intruders to shift pleasantly with every step. Several decorative rings and straps around each ankle complete the look while serving to secretly lock the footwear on. Like my chastity belt and the rest of my outfit the keys to my boots are locked away in a time-activated safe ensuring that each item I don stays in place until tomorrow morning.

A black leather glove for each hand is followed by pair of leather cuffs for my wrists, the bdsm-style 'bracelets' are locked in place and have me jingling slightly as the attachment rings of the cuffs jangle when I move.

The bed almost empty now a gas mask hood over my face hides the last of my human appearance and I lock it in place with a 3" leather collar around my neck. The mask not only conceals my face - even the eye holes are tinted to hide my eyes - it includes a small voice modifier causing my words to come out with a different pitch and a slightly robotic tone. Checking that none of my hair got caught in the front of the mask - the true reason for my short haircut, I arrange a red wig over my head, the contrast of the bright red hair to the dark black rubber that covers the rest of my head only increases my alien appearance.

Double checking all the locks I pull an ankle-length leather coat over my shoulders and wrap it tight to conceal most of my equipment - my large breasts of course easily identifiable through the material. Smiling I sneak out the back of the apartment so as not to run into any other tenants and head towards the subway station. Normally the physical proximity brought on by public transit would be anathema to my agoraphobia but ensconced within my suit nothing can touch me and I delight in observing the reactions to my outfit as I head downtown towards the clubs.

The final piece of my outfit doesn't come together until the train roars into the station - the large dildo filling my cunt is sound-activated, the rumble of the train causing a matching vibration to pulse inside me. The dildos activation also triggers the start of the randomized program that begins to periodically brush my nipples and send jolts of electricity to pummel my tits, clit, ass and cunt.

Groaning quietly in satisfaction I give myself another quick shot of drugged enema, my pupils dilating as the excstacy begins to kick in, and head onto the train. Several eyes already watching me my dual plugs dig just a little deeper as I sit down. Staring out from my mask and feeling my vibrator rev up as the train pulls out I start to lose myself in sensation, it's almost half an hour until my exit so I settle down to watch the train-full of passengers sneaking stares at my bizarre appearance. In my private world of pleasure I smile; so far tonight is going pretty good.

Chapter II - Getting Down Downtown (added: 2013/09/12)

The train car slowly fills up as it makes its way to the center of the city though despite the variety of passengers this evening I remain quite the attention-getter. Even with the long coat and full wig my gas-mask and towering heels are plainly visible resulting in many a double take as new riders get on.

My corset and collar giving me a severe posture and keeping me facing forward I take advantage of the tinted view-port of the mask for my eyes to wander where they will. As usual most of the other passengers make a point of avoiding looking directly at me - trying to ignore my presence after their initial shocked glance. The direction of my own gaze safely obscured I watch as they sneak looks, a smile splitting my face as I soak in their furtive attentions, the rumble of the train causing my plugs to stay active in keeping my mind firmly in the gutter.

Of those with the courage not to be put off by what they can see of my outfit I have found there to be two main types. The first is the pervs - older guys, young college kids, even the occasional prim-looking business women that seem transfixed by what they can see of me, their expressions tinged with lust and desire. Looking back at them secretly without moving my head I wonder what they imagine my long jacket conceals, doubting any among them could guess the full extent of my outfit.

The second category is as different from the first on the surface as it is alike beneath - the prudes that glare at me in derision. Occasionally one of these will enhance their stares with words of scolding, admonishing me for what sort of woman they think I am. These barbs I take in silence, privately amused as I ignore them and the glimpse it gives into their own fantasies. Rather than shame their comments only give rise to two thoughts. First is the window that their accusations open into themselves - given their outwardly presented roles as self-appointed bastions of morality it boggles the mind the depraved fantasies they project onto me, fantasies made all the more humorous by the fact that I likely hew closer to the espoused principles of "chaste virginity until marriage" than any of them.

The thought that I always return to however - particularly in the case of attention from the prudes but really from any glance that would acknowledge my bizarre attire - is to imagine a world whence dressing akin to myself was the standard, where so-called "normal" clothes would receive the same looks of shock and confusion as my current outfit does in the present.

Building on this fantasy ideal behind my mask I re-dress all those around me according to my own preferences. Cotton and polyester is exchanged for latex and leather, heels rise for man and woman alike as knee or higher boots become the order of the day. With no need for the secrecy of a coat like the one I wear the tight clothing of many in my fantasy world reveals the profiles of chastity belts, either barely concealed beneath tight pants, boldly on display atop undergarments like my own wear or occasionally worn on their own against bare flesh. Outfits clinging to curves conceal little as to bodily figure while faces are for their part more obscured, a dizzying variety of hoods and gas-masks adorning the heads of my fellow passengers, a variety as unique as the faces beneath.

As my drug-tinged enema's take hold and the plugs and electrodes attached to my body stir my lusts these fantasies become progressively more specific, and increasingly graphic.

The man across from me, looking exhausted as he collapses into a seat suddenly has a plug vibrating in his ass. His closed eyes roll back and a smile spreads across his face as he relishes a prostate milking after a long day at work.

Giving myself a quick drug-squirt I look around as the car steadily fills. I spy a man and a woman who draw my attentions and its perverted paintbrush. An obvious couple, their hands link as she sits in one of the few available seats, leaving him standing for want of space. Through my fantasy eye she becomes the Mistress to his slave, a leather harness wrapping his chest while a wide collar trails a leash down to her elegant, leather-gloved hand. My mind wanders as I consider the hard pegging that is in store for him once they reach their home. I smile at the though - the thick strap-on causing him to moan as the motion is conducted down to stimulate her clit with each pounding thrust.

Distracted my concentration on the couple's imaginary evening ahead is shattered as one of the prudes scowls the word "whore" as shuffle past my seat; turning away to sit across the aisle, the woman's eyes glaring daggers of hate out the corner of her eye.

Removing my attentions from the couple I look at my accuser. I judge the woman to be in her late forties, further characterizing the harsh word as spurred on by a puritanical upbringing that has left her in a dull marriage and a dull life. In my fantasy world however...

The first thing to go is her scowl, replaced instead by a jaw-stretching gag, a large ring that keeps her silent and open for any cock that would use her throat. Her chin raised high by an even more severe collar than my own a thin trail of drool leaks past her huge breasts. The twin, surgically-enhanced orbs are displayed proudly with twin twinkling steel piercings each blood-engorged nipple. So accoutred it doesn't take long before my daydreams draft another passenger to take her up on her unspoken offer.

His sport-coat and slacks replaced by leather pants and a tight rubber shirt the businessman standing in the aisle nearby hooks a finger through the front ring of the woman's collar. With practiced ease his other hand unzips his fly to allow his rapidly stiffening cock to burst free. With no further ceremony he pulls her onto his cock, his member effortlessly spearing its way through her wide-open gag until her nose is pressing against the leather of his pants.

Gracefully sliding from her chair to kneel at his feet the woman's arms slide behind her back, wrists together as if cuffed, her fingertips holding onto the bottom edge of the seat to steady herself as the train accelerates into motion. Letting go of her collar to rest one hand lightly on the back of her head the man stands dispassionately as she goes to work, any change to his expression hidden behind a stark leather hood. Bobbing her head eagerly as her tongue writhes around his cock it isn't long before he grunts in approval. With a final jerk he pulls out and roughly pushes her back into her seat before turning away without comment.

Unconcerned by the brusque treatment the woman sits back contently. Sitting almost at attention, her legs together inside a narrow leather pencil skirt with her hands folded atop she prevents a collected profile almost at odds with her outfit. Her only motion is her pink tongue laping past the gag to clean the final specks of cum from her lips, the warm spunk pooling in her stomach the reward for a job well done. Smiling to herself at the reaction the prudish woman would have to the fantasy I just concocted for her my eyes drift back to surveying the compartment.

Moving on from the alternate world I have created for the stuck-up woman I glance back around the compartment, noting that it has steadily filled as it makes its way downtown none of the other occupants of the car manage to quite catch my eye. I still mentally redress them all of course but none of them spurs my creative juices to spin out a tale of anything more. I sit silently as I watch people get on and off, the stops until my destination slowly passing away.

A punkish girl with purple hair, an eyebrow piercing and fishnet arm warmers is further accessorized by my minds eye with a strappy body harness, large Celtic nipple shields helping to make up for her smallish tits as a horses tail in the same shade as her hair flows down from her ass - the device held in place with a large plug.

A bicycle courier struggles to make space for his ride amongst the standing-room-only compartment. I imagine a thick dildo sprouting from his bicycle seat to keep him filled and steady on his rides; my mind redressing his tight, toned body into a sleek catsuit sporting the logo of his delivery company, their "we come to you" slogan taking on an extra meaning.

Despite the fullness of the compartment none of the passengers so has the courage to take the seat next to my own until nearly the end of the route. A slightly tipsy college guy plops down besides me, blithfully ignoring glances from other passengers as he casually throws an arm over my shoulder.

"Hey girl." he whispers in my ear. Even with my mask filtering out the scent I can tell there is booze on his breath. "You interested in a good time?"

I smile slightly beneath my hood - the man beside me is one of the regulars that I've grown accustomed to spotting week to week. Whereas the rest blend in with the general sea of passengers - most ignoring, some glaring and a few staring the man now seated beside me is the only one who has ever deigned to truly approach me. Once before he had timidly asked me a couple questions. Aided tonight by a bit of liquid courage this marks the first that he has sat beside me.

"It's Friday night isn't it?" I state in reply to his question. Were I dressed normally the arm on my shoulder would have set off a panic attack but safely locked within my clubbing outfit I feel invincible, more than anything curious as to where this conversation could go.

His other hand starting towards the front of my coat I gently but firmly grip his wrist, moving his hand aside as I glance up to check the next stop. "Easy there, tiger." I chide. "The next stop is mine... if you're interested in getting off with me?"

Even through the voice distorter the huskiness with which I speak the double entendre comes through, a gentle brush of his crotch confirming the firm beast kept within his jeans.

My forwardness and his minor inebriation throwing him off he stutters a reply in an attempt to remain suave. "Y-yea, sure, whatever you want babe." He says with a slight squeeze of my shoulder.

Between excitement, drugs, and the constant stimulation of my suit my heart starts to race as we pull towards the downtown stop. The bell chiming our arrival we rise to our feet. My partner being slightly shorter than average he is momentarily startled as my boot-assisted stature raises me to tower over him by several inches. Striding forth with projected confidence I slide past him into the aisle and head towards the door, the guy taking a moment before scrambling to catch up.

As I stride across the train platform my mind concocts yet another fantasy - following me isn't just some college guy but my personal servant and slave, his rapid strides to keep up with me spurred on by the leash that runs from his cock to my hand, his own limbs hobbled and cuffed to keep him helpless and obedient. Giving myself another spurt of drugs in the ass I quicken my pace as I make my way out of the terminal, my unusual garb and my gentleman follower quickly absorbed into the hustle and bustle of the downtown sidewalk.

Finally catching up he shoulders his way to walk beside me, his breathlessness most likely due more to excitement than any real exertion. "So, where we heading?"

"You'll see." I reply coyly, my eyes darting around for a convenient alleyway to duck into.

We travel almost a block before I find a likely spot and I duck into the alley and quickly move behind a large dumpster. A few yards away from the hustle of the sidewalk but hidden from view I figure the site will be safe enough for what I have planned, the semi-public nature and audacity of my idea sending a shiver through me that is only helped when the roar of a passing bus causes both of my plugs to burst into frenetic action.

Further emboldened by the sexual rush running through my body I grab him by the front of the shirt, spinning around to push him up against the wall. Before he can reply I take a step back and throw open my coat, the sight of my corset, catsuit, bra and chastity belt causing his jaw to drop in shock.

"What the-" he starts to say before I press a rubber-gloved finger against his lips to silence him, shimmying out of the coat and tossing it aside atop the dumpster. "Shhh" I hiss through the mask before giving a twirl on my ballet heels to show off all my angles (and curves).

His eyes continuing to swell at the sight before him I slide up against him, rubbing my rubber skin against his body as I move behind him to stop with my arms wrapped around his chest, my masked head right next to his ear. "You like?" I ask seductively, my hands sliding under his shirt to run across his bare skin.

"Hell yea I like." He replies, almost shaking in excitement as I grind the front of my chastity belt into his ass. "You mentioned before having more on under your coat, but I never could have imagined..."

"Well maybe you should work on expanding your imagination then... hmm?" I reply as my hands drift south, one unbuckling his pants to let them fall to the ground as the other reaches into his underwear to pull forth his iron-hard cock. Not as large as most of the men in my fantasies he still has a decent sized member, his foreskin pulled back to display the sensitive tip which I rub gently with the tip of one finger.

Caught up in the moment the combination of the drugs racing through my veins, my outfit-induced courage and sexual high have me on a roller-coaster of sensation - this is the closest I've ever physically been to a man before, the first time I've ever held a real cock in my hand and yet I barrel forward as if I were a seasoned pro.

Wrapping my hand around his cock causes him to shudder and groan, almost melting into me as he leans back, pressing me against the wall.

"Tell you what," I say, whispering in his ear as I gently stroke his cock. "I'll give you this one as a down-payment, but if you ever want more the next time I see you you'd better be more appropriately dressed."

His voice soft with lust beads of sweat flow down his face as he nods. As submissive as any of my fantasy partners I feel like in this moment he would agree to anything I asked. "What do you want?"

"Oh, you've seen what I like... surprise me... consider it imagination practice, hmm?"

His reply turns to a low moan as he bites his lip to hold back the sound, somehow distantly mindful of how close we are to the street just the other side of the dumpster with its constant flow of pedestrians.

It doesn't take long before my efforts are rewarded and with a final twitch he shoots a spurt of cum, the stream traveling only a few inches before being caught in my other hand as I continue to tease the head with my fingertips.

Before he can react I press the cum-beaded glove into his face. "You made a mess, lick it clean." I command, sticking a finger at a time into his mouth and letting him lap at my palm until the rubber is shiny and spotless.

My partner still in a daze I slip out from behind him and pull on my coat. "Remember our agreement." I state before turning around and leaving the ally. Still leaning against the wall he is still stunned, pants around his ankles as he stares back in shock.

Quickly blending into the crowd and hustling up the street it's a dozen yards before what I just did finally hits me. The shock temporarily sobering me up I give myself a quick hit of enema to get my buzz back as I look around to chose my first bar. Walking up the street as the hum of the city causes my plugs to throb inside me I wonder what my temporary friend will decide to do after the shock and the booze has worn out - either way I doubt either of us will be forgetting our shared moment any time soon.


Chapter III: Getting My Club On (added: 2013/10/07)

After the audacious start to the evening I select one of the less extreme clubs I frequent as my first visit of the night. The choice necessitates my coat remaining in place but the outline of my figure through the outfit still allows me to easily slip past the line and cover.

Your basic dance club the throbbing bass has my plugs buzzing in time as I mince my way between scantily danced party girls and players on steep heels to find a clear spot off to the side. My gas-mask and unique profile earns me several glances as I make my through the early-evening crowd. Ignoring the attention I set a beeline for the dance floor. Full of energy and excitement I give myself another shot of drugs and get ready to blow off some energy on the dance floor.

The music loud but slow the combination of highs sexual and otherwise has me relaxing and moving with the music, wiggling and jiving in time to the vibrations and shocks coursing through me I close my eyes and let myself float. Ignoring the sea of flesh around me I feel the rubber shift over my sweat-slick skin and move without any of the self-consciousness that would control me were I not safely ensconced within the suit.

Encased in my private world it doesn't take long before a slow, standing orgasm rattles through my body, the constantly pulsing music drawing out the experience and wrapping me in pleasure. Lost in the sound I barely notice the passage of time until there is a pause in the music for a change of DJ. Looking around the floor I am surprised to realize how crowded it's gotten, the swarms of people giving me a slight spark of agoraphobia despite the safety of my outfit. Taking a deep breath I give myself a quick shot of enema liquid to help calm down. Feeling a little light-headed from the combination of the packed dance floor and my outfit I try to ignore the crowds and focus on the sensuous feeling of the rubber slipping over my sweaty body. No longer as distracted as before I realize how hot I feel and decide it would definitely be a good idea to cool off.

Weaving through the crowd it doesn't take me too long to get out of the club, the short line to get in having ballooned large in the time I was inside. Feeling the cooler night air through the rubber covering my flesh I merge into the sidewalk traffic as I make plans for my next stop.

Cooling off and taking another shot of my enema forces me to focus to stay balanced atop my steep heels; a feat made more difficult by the soreness in my legs from standing and dancing for so long. Already missing the music-induced stimulation between my legs I have to restrain myself from futily rubbing the front of my chastity belt or groping my breasts. Despite knowing that I wouldn't feel anything thanks to the steel encasing my erogenous zones I can't help but want to try, the combination of hours of stimulation and my drug-clouded consciousness has made me horny as hell, the handful of orgasms I had in the club doing nothing but stoking the fires of passion burning inside me.

Double checking where I am I decide on my next destination, making my way across the street to a techno club.

Easily bypassing the line once more I happily check my coat. The outfit barely appropriate for the venue its display causes the clerk's eyes to go wide in surprise as he hands me my claim ticket. Behind my gas-mask I smile at the attention, fuel for my alternate sex-consumed persona. Tucking the ticket into a small pouch on my chastity belt I stride away, giving him a show as I slap my ass and wiggle it behind me.

In the club proper the music hits me like a body-blow. The chest-rattling noise causes my outfit to blaze to life, the sudden flood of sensation enough to kick off an orgasm and almost make me fall, a hand quickly shot out to brace on a nearby wall the only thing that keeps me standing. My eyes flutter as another orgasm approaches and I make a fist in concentration. Resisting the urge to fall to the ground I quickly make my way to an open bar stool, gratefully sitting down and clutching the sides in desperation as my weight forces the plugs that extra little bit into me, my legs going stiff at another orgasm as I bite down hard to avoid screaming out.

The music keeping my stimulators relentlessly active it's a minor miracle that I am able to sit perched on the stool. My hands clinging to the bottom of the stool in a death-grip I shudder and shake as orgasm after orgasm slams into me, gasping for air inside my mask.

Losing count of my orgasms a slight numbness overcomes me, allowing the constant stimulation to fade into the background. Able to partially recover my senses and look around I realize I've attracted a small group of admirers, the crowd clapping in approval and giving a cheer at my display of writhing and twisting to the music. Noticing my pause they clap encouragingly, the sounds of their adoration drowned out by the thundering music.

Staggering off my perch I give an unsteady curtsey. My outfit hides what I am sure is a full body-blush, the attention combined with the time passed since my last drink leaving me feeling almost sober. Not wanting to lose my pleasant feeling of fuzziness I give myself another shot from the enema and walk over towards one of my admirers.

Although the general attire of the techno club with its PVC and flesh, punk hair and day-glo patterns is certainly not what one would typically see on the street my own outfit still stands out as particularly extreme; certainly the primary reason for the attention currently focused in my direction. Wound up on hormones, adrenaline and drugs my normal shyness is temporarily forgotten as I make a beeline towards the admirer whose outfit is the closest to my own in daring.

Tall, ever before taking into account her platform gogo boots the shoes extend all the way up over her knees, her thighs bare all the way up to the bottom edge of a pair of tight panties. A skirt made of strips of PVC does little to cover her while her top consists of a corset-like top that stops just above her nipples. Finishing off the outfit are a pair of armpit-length rubber gloves and a gas-mask not unlike my own. I imagine her smiling beneath her mask as the girl accepts my attention and the two of us twirl off towards the main floor, dancing and writhing against one another to hoots of approval from the crowd as we stare into the mirrored lenses of each-others masks.

Egging each-other on and encouraged by the club-goers around us it isn't long before me and my new partner have made our way to the front of the floor where a couple guys helpfully hoist us up onto a small stage. Going with the flow we dance belly-to-back before she bends over in front of me and I pantomime humping her as lights and lasers gleam off my chastity belt and polished catsuit.

Heating up even quicker under the bright spotlight it isn't long before the two of us slink away, quickly separated by the packed crowd, the brief, nigh-anonymous period together leaving me with a tingling feeling inside separate from the near-constant buzz and shock of my plugs.

Needing a respite from the constant sound and resultant stimulation I make my way back towards the club entrance. Thanks to my earlier display my exit is slowed as I shake my head to several offers to dance or gestures towards the bar as I wend my way through the sea of bodies.

Fumbling out my claim ticket I slip back into my coat, reluctantly covering up to return to the "real world."

Stepping back onto the street I relish the quick blast of evening air, my ears still ringing and my snatch still dripping from the time in the club. Spreading my arms and legs wide I stand for almost a minute feeling it blow up past my coat and cool me down. Feeling refreshed I give myself another shot, half for the buzz and half just for hydration, before setting out down the street once more.

The hour late I know instantly where I'll be capping off my night. Knowing that I have somewhat of a walk ahead of me I eagerly set off, my legs pumping quickly, the ache of my steep heels forgotten as each stride causes my dual plugs to shift and pump inside of me.

Unlike the long lines and large signs outside my prior two destination my final stop for the evening has little indication that it is even open. A black door in a brick wall marked ENTRANCE the only indication that anything is even there. Knocking out a rhythm on the door it opens and I slide inside, immediately face to face with a bouncer.

Large even compared to others of his profession this one is set apart by wearing little save a pair of boots, a leather thong, wrist-length gloves and a leather hood. The zippers over his eyes and mouth pulled open to reveal a wide grin.

"Oh, it's you." He states in friendly recognition "was thinking you weren't coming tonight, go ahead and head on in."

"I got a bit... distracted." I reply, wistfully thinking back to my earlier experiences - tonight has been far crazier than ever before and I wonder if that trend will continue here at my last stop.

He chuckles, his large pecs rising and falling with his laugh, "more like distracting!, I still can't believe you go out amongst the 'nillas in that get-up. Well you have a good night now y'hear?"

"Of course" I reply, handing him my coat and sliding past him and into the club proper. Unlike the hotboxes of my prior two stops the air conditioning here is cranked near to the max - a courtesy extended to those attired like me in sweltering rubber. The fact that it serves to raise nipples, goosebumps and sensitivity for the less-dressed a pleasant side-effect.

Sunken a few steps down from ground level a single large dungeon opens before me, perhaps sixty total men, women and indeterminable are scattered across the floor, following the clubs dress code all are dressed (or not) in leather, latex or steel, the universality of bare flesh and fetish attire never fails at bringing a smile to my face.

Not as busy currently as I've seen it other nights a few patrons are still at play on various bondage frames while the majority relax on various couches and beds with several clustered around a small bar at the far end of the room. The only commonality across the attendees is masks. In addition to mandatory standards of fetish wear all patrons of the club are required to wear masks, a rule that promotes privacy while encouraging adventurousness. While personal selections vary from simple eye-masks to full head-encasing hoods and gas-masks like my own the policy serves to cast an air of mystery across the patrons.

My heels click on the floor and several other patrons recognize me as I come in. Their hands raised in greeting and I wave back in return. Although I fit in here more than perhaps anywhere else I am still a bit of an outsider, always keeping my distance, never giving a name, my appearance safely concealed beneath my outfit and voice modulator.

Those greeting me soon returning to their previous activities I carefully step down into the club - between the steep heels and my inability to look directly down thanks to corset and collar stairs are always difficult, especially this late in the evening.

Despite being almost silent compared to the two booming clubs I visited earlier I want little for stimulation. While externally and internally my outfit merely provides the gentlest of teasing the sights around me, the various realizations of what would normally be fantasies, provide me with plenty of mental stimulation.

As is my wont I make my way through the "play" area of the club, looking on as couples, triads and more practice bondage or other play. Up close the the occasional loud *whack* of a whip causes my vibrators to momentarily roar to life, a pairing that over time seems to have setup a slight Pavlovian response - since beginning my Friday evening activities I've found the idea of floggings and spankings much more erotic than I had prior. Wending my way through I try to fade into the background, enjoying the sensation of no longer being the center of attention. Daintily striding on my steep heels I think of myself as almost a fetish fairy, flitting along, voyeristically watching as various scenes of bondage and submission play out around me.

Almost finished with my route across the floor and in the process topping up my fantasy bank for the next week I pass a woman and a man taking a break from a scene. The man dressed in naught but a collar and a chastity belt the pale skin of his back is highlighted with fresh welts and red lines courtesy of the flogger that hangs menacingly from his Mistress' waist.

For her part the woman is something of a dichotomy. Externally her outfit is one of harsh edges and sharp contrasts, tight leather and spikes, black and chrome contrasting against pale white skin, an hourglass corset, pants and heels meant to represent control and dominance. In contrast to her appearance however her actions are gentle as she carefully rubs lotion into her sub's back, softly cooing her appreciation for the man in a true showing of tenderness. Looking up at me as I pass she smiles, ruby lips and white teeth somehow menacing as a shark and yet warmly inviting at the same time.

"Well? You ready to take me up yet? I'm sure under that outfit you'd look great with a few whip-marks - I see how you stare, I know you're curious."

As always I demure, although the offer is strangely tempting, tonight even moreso than ever before. "I've seen what you do, I think I'll stay in here inside my armor." I reply.

Theatrically the woman puts a hand to her chest in mock shock "you wound me!, I can be quite gentle, isn't that right Sam?"

"Yes Mistress." The man replies quickly, the response almost automatic although still managing to communicate the deep feelings he has for her.

"Well what about something else then? I have just the strap-on to go over that hot little chastity belt of yours - I know Sam here would appreciate the attention, isn't that right?"

"Mmm, yes." The man responds, wiggling his bare bum in my direction. "That would feel great..."

Now I'm even more tempted. After my hand-job near the beginning of the evening I am emboldened. I can practically see it in front of me, the thick dong sprouting from my chrome-encased crotch, its full length slowly disappearing into the man's hot, soft ass before I begin to steadily work my way in, out, in, out, my pace inexorably accelerating until the slap of my hips against his is loud enough to set off my vibrators, building up to a simultaneous orgasm for both of us...

I shake my head to banish the vision, even with all the sweat that I have accumulated beneath my catsuit I can feel a fresh dampness flowing from my cunt, my overly-sensitive clit somehow swelling further against its nubs. "Maybe some other time." I reply before excusing myself.

As much as the idea excites me, an excitement that surprisingly comes with none of the normal trepidation I associate with contact with other people, in my current state I fear a loss of control. I haven't just lost count of the orgasms I've experienced this evening but the amount of shots of drug I've taken as well, the combination leaving me feeling sexually high, my brain fuzzy and yet alert to the slightest sensation from my suit all at the same time. While I carefully measure so even the full bag over the course of the evening should not harm me I've never before arrived home with it less than half full, a record I feel certain I've already long surpassed.

Leaving the two of them alone with their after-care I quickly shuffle off before I can change my mind. My feet have started to hurt again and the night in general is starting to catch up to me so I risk giving myself yet another quick shot of enema hoping the caffeine would kick in as a bit of a pick-me-up.

Taking a seat over to one side of the room I close my eyes and try to relax. Without any loud noises or movement my stimulators fall almost still and I'm able to somewhat cool off from the frenetic horniness that has possessed me most of the evening. Grateful to be off my feet I stretch out my legs and administer another dose of drugs. Part of me realizes that I may be overdoing it a bit especially having lost track and despite an internal argument between attempting to sober up and rationing it to sustain a gentle high until I get home I can't help myself from taking another quick shot. Feeling the drugs course through me I stare out across the dungeon and purr contently. A this point the only things I could wish for would be the ability to turn up my vibrators, especially when some random signal decides to set my nipple brushes to swish, swishing inside my breast cups, tantalizingly, almost tortuously stroking my sore yet sensitive nubs.

As I continue to melt into a mix of drug and exhausted stupor I tentatively wish for a gag. I have several at home and do quite enjoy the feeling of one filling my mouth and silencing my words and yet I've always been trepidations about adding it to my clubbing outfit, mindful of the risk I would be taking with it locked in and cutting into my air supply, as well as muting off my ability to call for help or assistance were it necessary. Still, at moments like these I lick my lips, dreaming about the gags I have at home... maybe my large red one...

Lost in thought I almost drift off, nearly falling out of my seat I shake myself back to something resembling alertness. My eyes scanning across the room for some reason latch onto I end up focusing on a man sitting alone near the end of the bar. Staring out over the few remaining partners in the play area he doesn't notice my attentions and yet as I stare at him I am surprised that I fail to recognize him.

Coming every week, while I don't interact with more than a couple of them, I've come to at least recognize pretty much all the other patrons. This guy however I've never seen before, and he is certainly something to see.

Dressed in a perfect replica of a military dress uniform in skin-tight latex and knee-high boots he wears a skin-tight hood that covers his head save for his eyes and lower face, the opening surrounding his mouth dipping down to display a strong chin marred by a scar that continues on to disappear beneath the rubber. While physically not approaching the girth of the bouncer the muscles bulging beneath his rubber attire make it clear that he's in good shape and I wonder why he is alone. Thinking back I realize that he has sat in the same spot at least since I walked in, hardly talking to anyone and I know from my prior visits there to be several women - and men for that matter, that would be very interested in playing with someone of his obvious physical attractiveness.

As I ponder this mystery I notice the few remaining patrons of the club starting to move towards the exits. Glancing towards a clock informs me of the late hour - not only will the club be closing soon I'll have to hurry if I'm going to catch the last train back to my apartment. I remember once before when I dallied and was forced to call a taxi. While I admit the experience fueled more than a couple fantasies later, at the time I felt beyond embarrassed and I would quite like to avoid a similar experience tonight.

Rising to my feet I take a moment to regain my sea-legs as it were and head towards the exit. A final glance back at the club and I notice that the mystery guy has departed as well, since he hasn't passed me I figure he left out the back exit to the parking lot.

Bidding the bouncer good evening I button my coat back up and head out the door. For the first time this evening I disembark onto a mostly empty sidewalk, the chilly midnight air piercing through the thin latex spurring me to administer yet another dose of enema solution. Lubricating the shifting plug in my ass a warmth spreads outwards as the drugs are absorbed and I give a slight shiver and turn towards the train station.


Chapter IV: The Journey Home (added: 2013/10/31)

Out in the cool midnight air I wrap my coat tightly around my corset-shrunk waist and hug my arms close. Tiredly trudging my way back towards the train station I try to divert attention from my sore toes by thinking about what I'll do when I get home. Usually I just strip and head to bed but after my eventful night I feel like perhaps some self bondage is in order - it would be simplicity itself to use my current cuffs with the chains at each corner of my bed to put myself in a tight spread-eagle before I fall asleep, my limbs straining against their bindings until the morn...

I shake my head in an attempt to clear it; in my current state it's far too easy for me to fall into fantasies and I need to focus if I don't want to trip and fall over in my heels. As I re-orient myself I get a creeping feeling that something is off. Thanks to the mask I have diminished hearing and little in the way of peripheral vision but I suddenly feel as if someone is watching me.

Confirming my hunch a voice suddenly sounds behind me. "Look what we have here boys..." slurred by booze this voice has none of the attraction of the cute guy I played with earlier in the evening. No each word is soaked in hate, the rough tone sending a chill of fear down my spine.

My efforts to ignore what's going on are in vain and a moment later I hear the sound of several pairs of feet surrounding me. This time the voice sounds even closer almost like it was right next to my ear even if the comment isn't actually directed at me. "I told you the freak club was near here."

A hand grips my arm like a vice, spinning me around to face my assailant and his friends as he continues to talk. "Why you trying to run away, freak?" The way he spits out the final word says it all, a single syllable filled with venom and loathing that matches his sneer-curled lip and his bloodshot eyes.

"Please," I beg, hoping the pleading tone of my voice can be heard through the vocal modulator. "I don't want any trouble. Just let me go, I just want to head home, I promise I won't call the police or anything."

My words only seem to embolden him further and he laughs in my face, a sharp, barking sound. Flecks of spittle spray out from his mouth, one landing in the center of the left lens of my mask. "Whatever, freak, we know how to deal with perverts like you... why I bet you aren't even a girl under there." As he talks he rips wide the front of my coat before grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling the wig clean off to reveal my shiny black-latex encased head. "See, fake, part of a disguise, a pervy cosplay fantasy or some shit." He brandishes the wig in front of me before tossing it aside. "That right? You some sort of sick pussy dude dressing up like a whore and wishing he had been born with a rapeable cunt instead of a micro-penis, huh?" He finishes off with a slap across my face. Though my gas-mask absorbs most of the blow it still shocks me and snaps my head to the side.

His words make me even more afraid. Tired and fuzzy I struggle to shrug off the drugs in my system, my muddied mind frantically trying to think of some plan of escape. Unfortunately even if I was out of my ballet boots and could run the odds seem stacked against me. Him and what I now see are three friends have closed in, pressing me backwards into a narrow alley. Their grins are anything but friendly and it isn't long before I am brought up short, my back against a wall, able to feel the rough brick through the thin latex encasing my ass.

"No, please, I'm a girl!, I don't want any trouble, I just want to get to the train and go home!" I'm almost trembling with fear now, my mind fixating on his use of the word rape - will they try? What will they do when they discover the chastity belt, that my outfit is locked on? Will they even believe me when I say I don't have the keys? These and more nightmarish thoughts swirl though my mind. The idea of them touching me beneath my protective latex shell sets off triggers for both aphenphosmphobia and my agoraphobia and I tremble in fear, barely able to avoid going catatonic.

"A girl?, Nah" the lead guy says again as one hand mockingly gropes one of my steel-encased breasts. "No real girl would dress up like that. You're a freak, some sort of broken slut, not even good enough to charge for it like a whore."

With a jerk he spins me around, pulling me against him, grinding against the steel band that runs up the center of my ass; his face right next to my head, one arm loosely cupping my breast while the other roughly grabs my ass through the latex.

To my surprise he turns me towards one of his friends who is holding a smart phone up to my face, the screen and camera facing me to essentially show a reflection of myself.

"You see that?" The ringleader growls in my ear, "do you see the face of a girl there? A human even?, Nah, you've turned yourself into nothing but a fuck-doll, a dutch-wife for freaks, isn't that right? So what do you have to say now? To a real man hmm?, You ready to feel a real cock inside of you rather than some wimpy fetish bitch-boy?"

"No!" I almost scream. "You can't, I don't!, I'm a virgin and it's all locked on!"

Some combination of my words confuse him and he loosens his grip just a hair.

"What?" he starts to say, the script he's been playing out suddenly derailed and I spring into action.

Not thinking about how to deal with his friends all I can think of is to try anything to escape. Using every ounce of strength and weight I have I slam the heel of my boot into his shoe. The narrow spike focuses the force like a nail allowing me to easily slice through his boot and into the foot beneath, the blow not stopping until I hit the concrete below.

He screams in pain as I try to run away but unfortunately the heel fails to dislodge at first sending me toppling forward off balance. I let out a scream as I tumbling to the ground, feeling a jolt of pain as my ankle twists. Hitting the ground knocks the air out of me and drives the hard edges of my breast cups into my chest painfully. The fact that my plugs have mindlessly buzzed with each scream and sound throughout this experience has done nothing but intensify the horror of the whole experience.

Before I can even try to scramble back to my feet my assailant is over me, kicking me as I instinctively curl up as much as my outfit will allow, the rigid boning of my corset my only protection from the hard blows. "You fucking bitch!" He screams at me, the rate of blows landing and split-second glances through the narrowed view of my lenses telling me that his friends have joined in as well.

"We were just going to rape you! Now we're going to kill you, you fucking freak!"

I try to turn away from the blows but there's nowhere I can go when suddenly everything stops as a new voice echoing down the alleyway.

"Stop." A clear, powerfully deep masculine voice sounds, the authoritative command actually drawing my assailants up short and granting a respite to my beating. I take advantage of the pause to push myself onto all fours, tilting my whole body as try to crane my neck to try and see my rescuer.

Looking up the alleyway along with my assaulter I am surprised to recognize the mystery guy from the fetish club. Still wearing the same uniform he is even still wearing the mask, lending an extra air of intimidation to him as well as making him look like some sort of fetish-themed superhero.

Apparently emboldened by their advantage in numbers the leader regains his voice. "What the fuck you want asshole?" He taunts, "you one of this bitches freak friends?, 'cause you should fuck off if you know what's good for you." He punctuates his statement with another kick to my ribs, the force of the blow catching me off-guard as it lifts me slightly off the ground and causes me to crash down onto my face once again.

His voice surprisingly calm the man replies firmly. "I will tell you once - leave, if you lay so much as another finger on her again it will end badly for you."

Even given his size I question what my savior could do alone here. Why didn't he just call the cops or something? Sure it would probably be embarrassing but right now a little embarrassment sounds far preferable to the two of us being beaten to death in an alleyway.

Obviously liking their odds the threat, if anything, only spurs my assailants on. Unable to look up I feel the poke of a single finger on my shoulder blade followed by more mocking words. "There, what you going to do about it tough guy?"

Still chest-down on the ground I look up just enough to see my savior start to slowly walk towards us, his face dispassionate, his prior deep, bellowing voice suddenly soft and somehow much, much scarier.

"You shouldn't have done that." Is all I hear him say before the melee beings.

Apparently striking first I don't actually see what he does but whatever it is the blow lands loud enough to set off my vibrator, the crack of bone on bone followed a moment later by the thump of one of my assailants' unconscious bodies landing next to me.

The remaining three guys jump to the attack and I frantically roll to the side, not stopping until I bump into a wall. A glance the other direction confirming that this is a dead end I looking up as the fight continues in earnest.

I don't know much about hand to hand combat but I can tell immediately that my savior is good... really good. Even so, and even with his opponent's slowed by drink he appears to have backed up slightly, playing it safe after his initial assault, not taking risks with a three on one.

His stance even and his hands in front of him he shuffles backwards as one of his opponents takes a few swings, using the narrow alleyway to force the disorganized trio into interfering with each-other as he tactically retreats. Each swipe his lead opponent takes is met with a lashing jab, by the third shot the guy is bleeding from the nose and lip. Capitalizing on an extra burst of over-aggression my savior suddenly draws up short rather than retreating, uncorking a cannon of a right hand, assailant two charging into it face first, the combined force knocked him almost horizontal in midair before he drops.

Just the ringleader and one of his friends left I can see them share a quick glance with each-other before rushing into attack together. The way they barrel forward almost reminds me of football players - maybe they used to play together in HS or something?

Whatever their experience it doesn't do them much good. One of them almost grabs my savior but fingers fail to find purchase on his slick rubber outfit and he sidesteps out of the way as he grabs the ringleader, using his moment to hoist him through the air in an arc and spike the man into the ground headfirst.

Wheeling and realizing he's suddenly alone without having so much as touched his opponent the final guy's liquid courage leaves him and, after a single glance back he just keeps on running up the alleyway and around the corner onto the street.

After a quick glance to confirm that the three others are still out cold the hardness of my savior dissolves and he is suddenly kneeling next to me. "Are you ok?" he asks, "is anything broken?"

"I don't think so," I reply, trying to rise only to feel his arm hooking under my own and effortlessly helping me to my feet. Near vertical the moment I put weight on my right leg I howl in pain, the reinforced rigidness of my boots the only thing saving my ankle from buckling instantly.

Catching me before I can fall he steadies me as I lean against him. "You may have broken your ankle. Is it alright if I carry you?, My car is close."

"Sure," I reply standing like a flamingo. With ease he scoops me up off my feet, easily carrying me as he jogs back up the alleyway.

"I'm sorry I didn't arrive sooner, I'm just glad I heard your scream from my car and came to check."

Helping me into said car, some model of 2-door corvette, he leans across me to strap me in. He actually sends a slight shiver of excitement through me as he reaches between my legs to finish buckling up the full five-point racing harness. "You able to breathe ok? I hope they didn't break a rib or anything, would it help to take the mask off?"

I shake my head slightly. "Can't, it's all locked on."

"All of it?" he asks in surprise, his eyes scanning up and down my body past my cuffs, collar, bra and belt.

"Yea, all of it." I reply glad he can't see me blushing inside my gas-mask as I am suddenly somehow embarrassed at the admission.

Somehow sensing my feelings he smiles and shakes his head as he quickly circles around to hop into the drivers seat. The engine letting out a throaty roar to set off my vibrators as he pulls out onto the empty street I stifle a moan as he speaks again, his tone forcibly casual. "Well aren't you something, I'm sorry we couldn't have met under nicer circumstances but, well it was my first time at a new club and you honestly look kind of intimidating."

"Not intimidating enough." I reply with a glance down the alley I was assaulted in as we accelerate past.

"Yes, well, try and forget about them, just drunk scum. Is there somewhere I can take you, someone who can take care of you - a friends house or something?"

"No, nothing like that. Just take me home." I reply giving him my address.

"That's a ways out." he notes, "you didn't drive?"

"I take the train."

"In that?" He raises an eyebrow in surprise.

I blush once more, unseen beneath my mask. "Well the jacket covers most of it and it's actually kind of exciting..."

He chuckles as he continues on the way towards my house as exhaustion overtakes me and I start to drift off to sleep.

Between drugs and general exhaustion I don't even remember the drive home, my eyes barely even fluttering as he carries me out of the car and up to my flat. I remember flashes of him finding the small compartment on my belt with my apartment keys and carrying me through the elevator before he lays me down in my bed.

"Where's the keys?" He asks softly.

Barely clinging to consciousness I wave him off with a mumble. "'s ok....morning" before falling asleep for good. I don't remember his reply, if any.


Chapter V: A New Friend

Waking in the morning my eye's flutter open. My ribs and legs are sore and my head is still fuzzy with the after-effects of the previous nights drugs. Trying to collect my thoughts I sit up only to see the man from the club seated across the room, his chin on his chest, arms crossed he still wears the latex "uniform" from the previous night. With a start I sit up in bed, panicked by the presence of a man whose name I don't even know, whose face I haven't even seen, in my bedroom.

"You're awake." He states softly, setting aside a paperback book he must have been reading to pass the time.

Nervous tendrils of fear snaking through my brain I back away from him defensively, quickly bumping up against the sturdy headboard of my bed. "What are you still doing here? And for that matter, who are you?"

Sensing my fear despite being hampered in reading my expression by the faceplate of my gas-mask he puts his hands forward in a calming manner. "I'm sorry. My name is Robert, I would have left but I was worried that sleeping in that outfit might cause you some problems. I tried to find the keys after you passed out but was unsuccessful. I thought about cutting you out but I figured you'd be upset at damage to an outfit of such craftsmanship so I just waited and watched to make sure everything was ok. If you're ok now and want me to leave however..." as he finishes up he rises to his feet.

Seeing sunlight trickling in around the edges of the drawn curtains I look back at him, my posture slightly softening. "You... you stayed up all night to watch over me?" I ask with a mix of surprise and awe.

He nods. This fact sends a weird tingle through me, a feeling the likes of which I've never felt before. On the one hand I'll admit it was a little creepy, but on the other it showed a level of compassion... he'd barely even met me and yet had already risked his life to rescue me and then watched over me, like my very own guardian angel in latex!

The man turning towards the door I hold up a hand. "Wait, you can stay..." I swivel on the bed to drop my feet to the floor but as I put weight on it my ankle immediately buckles, pain shooting up my leg causing me to cry out.

Faster than I would have thought possible Robert is beside me catching me from falling.

"I don't know how much you remember from last night." he says helping me to sit back down on the edge of the bed. "You got banged up a fair bit, other than the ankle I don't think anythings broken although your outfit obviously prevented me from making a very thorough inspection."

Thinking back to the beating, the visions of my assaulters flashes before my eyes and I mentally wince before returning to the present. "I, I remember." I sit back down and gesture towards the corner of the room where a small safe is tucked onto a shelf. "The keys are over there, in the metal safe, could you get them for me?"

"Of course," he replies long strides quickly taking him there and back to hand me the whole safe.

With a few quick twists of the dial I open it up, the timed portion of the lock having released long ago. Pulling out the keys I set the safe aside and reach behind me neck to slot a key into my collar. Removing the collar I flex some of the stiffness out of my neck before pulling up the gas-mask. Feeling unfiltered air on my face in over twelve hours a bit of accumulated sweat spills out down my chest and I blink in light no longer dimmed by tinted lenses.

"So you do have a pretty face hidden under there." He says with a smile, the words causing me to blush slightly and turn away from his gentle gaze.

"Thanks." I reply softly, torn between wanting him to stay and not wanting the embarrassment, the vulnerability, of removing my outfit - my shell, my armor, my protection - in front of him.

The silence between us starting to get awkward I finally decide to continue undressing. Reaching behind my head I peel off the rest of the mask to reveal my whole head. My short hair pasted to my skull by hours of dried sweat I smile sheepishly and stutter out an apology. "Sorry I don't look so good, that long in rubber kind of..." my voice trails off as I look at him to see a wide grin splitting his still-masked face.

"Shhh, you're beautiful." He replies, "here, so we're even." Before I can respond he unzips his own hood, removing it to reveal short-cropped hair and a face whose handsomeness is marred by several scars tracing up from his chin up past his cheeks and the stump of a mostly-torn away right ear.

"See? Compared to this a little bit of sweat and tiredness isn't anything."

Blushing a little one of my gloved hands reaches out to caress his cheek, my rubbery fingertips brushing the longest of his scars. "What happened?"

"IED." He states simply as I pull back my hand as I recognize the anxious stiffening that comes with unwanted contact. "Vest saved me from most of the blast. Until it caught fire that is." He shrugs as if this were a normal thing.

My eyes go wide. "I'm so sorry..." my voice trails off into a silence between us before I finally break it a few moments later.

"Hey, tell you what, lets keep stripping down together?" I don't know why I'm so immediately comfortable with this man but emboldened I blurt out the idea before I can even think it over.

"Are you sure?" he asks with a raised eyebrow. "I like wear this for a reason, some of the damage... it isn't very pretty."

Now it's my turn to smile. "You're my knight in shining latex, I want to see all of you." With a final stroke down the rubber tightly wrapping his firm chest with my fingers I lean over to unlock and unbuckle my boots.

After a moment's hesitation he responds in kind, unbuckling and unlacing his heavy leather boots and peeling off his socks as I finish removing my ballet boots. Able to move my ankles for the first time in a long time I rotate them as best I can to get any kinks out and massage my still-squished feeling toes. Inspecting my injured foot I note that the ankle, while swollen, doesn't appear to be suffering from loss of mobility so it's probably just a bit of a sprain.

Turning away from inspecting my injury and with what I hope is an encouraging smile I next remove my wrist-cuffs and peel off my gloves with him responding in kind revealing large, slightly-calloused hands.

On my own for the next few steps I remove my camel bag to a raised eyebrow. "What's that?" he asks, the bags contoured design having disguised itself against my back.

"A modified camel bag." I reply as I set it aside and reach behind to unhook it from my chastity belt.

"Modif-" his word is cut short as he sees me detach the hose from my chastity belt. "Oh," he still seems puzzled as I set everything aside. As I do so I confirm my prior suspicion that the pouch is near empty meaning I used up almost my full payload of drug cocktail the previous night; combined with how much I've sweated inside the rubber it's a wonder I don't have a hangover.

"I thought I recognized what it was but was confused that it didn't hook up to your gasmask; what is it, a waste pouch?"

I smile, deciding to tease the reveal. "Nope!"

Looking even more puzzled he prods me for answers. "Well what is it then?"

Unlocking my bra and preparing for its removal I brush aside the query and grin back. "You'll find out later!" I punctuate the statement by letting my large breasts burst free from their suction-sealed metal enclosures with a quiet pop.

The sight of my boobs, swelled even larger than normal thanks to the long period of vacuum confinement, their hard nipples pointing straight towards him momentarily taking his breath away as he stares at them wide-eyed.

"You like?" I ask teasingly as I cup a breast in each hand, massaging a little bit of extra life into the sore globes and playfully bring one up close enough to my face for me tongue to just reach out far enough to lick my nipple.

"Wow, yea!" he says with surprise. "Sorry, I just... based on the solidness of the bra I figured it was just part of the look, I wasn't expecting you to be that big for real."

"Well I am!, and all natural too." My tone turns mock serious and I pause, letting my boobs hang free as I look straight ahead at him. "Now, I realize it isn't quite equivalent but I have more stuff on anyway, so... your turn - lose the top."

It takes him a moment to pull his gaze away from my breasts but he quickly meets my gaze, a slight frown appearing on his face. "Are you sure, I mean I told you about my injuries..."

With the best dominant tone I can muster I draw myself up. "Shirt, now, or you can wait in the other room while I change. Got it?"

His eyes flit towards the door as if he's considering the option and I'm momentarily concerned that I've pushed him too far - I can't put my finger on it but the more time I spend with this guy the more I like him. Fortunately after a long few long moments he starts fussing with the bottom of his shirt to untuck it from his pants and begin pulling it up like he was removing a sweater. Apparently the buttons up front are just for show as he works it up his body and finally over his head.

As his stomach and chest are exposed I see what he meant about the injury - although he packs a six-pack and firm pecs his chest and stomach are blotched by burn scars marring what might otherwise be a magazine-grade six-pack and pecs. His arms coming into view as well I note several more laceration marks similar to his face.

Apparently he isn't the only one with a staring problem as he coughs lightly distracting me from my scan over his topless body. "Well?" he asks ambiguously.

"Sorry!" I reply, jumping with a start. Looking up into his face I smile, hoping my enthusiasm will be contagious. "You still look great to me - in and out of latex. My turn again."

I can tell he doesn't quite believe me but he smiles nonetheless as I slide the key into my chastity belt.

Putting my hands behind my head I raise my hips, proffering the protruding key to my chastity belt towards him. "Well... are you going to release me?" I say with my best innocent voice and a quick bat of my eyes.

An authentic grin returning to his face and I can see a hint of hunger at the corners of his eyes as he carefully grasps the key in his fingers. "Are you sure? There's quite the treasure in there, we might want to keep it secure and safe..."

His words send a shiver through me, the erotic timbre of his voice causing my cunt to clench down tightly on the plug that still fills it. "Won't know until you open it up..." is the best I can reply as he delicately turns the key causing the lock to release with a quick pop.

As he withdraws his hand and pockets the key I reach down to grab the belt. Carefully I pull it open and relax my ass and cunt to allow the extraction of my dual intruders. As the two plugs slide out I note his eyes swell wide in surprise once more.

"You mean you had those... and you slept..." His words are jumbled as his gaze switches back and forth between the now fully visible plugs glistening with my juices and myself as I hold up the belt for him to view clearly.

"Yup!" I reply feeling just the slightest bit sad and empty with the dongs finally out of me. "Just because a girl is safe and secure doesn't mean she can't have some fun."

Noting his fascination with the whole chastity device I launch into a short, prideful description of it. "Both ends, as well as the clit stim, vibrate and swell in response to loud sounds so I get a punctuated soundtrack the whole night. The breast cups are similarly equipped and all of them also include the occasional mild electric shock mixed in to keep me on my toes as it were."

The comment causes him to glance towards my boots, "I don't think you really need help with that..." he notes and I laugh slightly.

"Well, no, but you get the idea. Going back to your earlier question - the camel bag hooks in with the rear plug." I hold it up to show him the hollow tube running down the center of the plug. "The bag I fill with a special brew of my own concoction that is composed of a dilute mixture of wine, some coffee and just a dash of ecstasy. I imagine it would taste quite foul but taking advantage of the quicker absorption through the anal membrane it gives quite the kick out on the town."

"I can imagine" he replies with a touch of awe, silent for a short while as he looks over the different parts of the belt.

"I guess it's my turn again?" he says starting to unbuckle his mundane black leather belt.

Eyeing the bulge in his pants (which I am quite certain has grown larger as we've sat here) I wait in anticipation as he fully removes his belt then stops.

"Well?" he asks after a few moments of silence. "You removed your belt, I removed mine - it's your turn again."

I shoot him a glare as he grins back playfully, to my eye he looks back far too pleased with himself and his little trick. After a moment of giving him a bit of a slant-eye glance I turn around to present my back to him. "Fine, lets see how you are at removing corsets."

I feel his hands fiddling with my back but nothing loosens for several moments and I taunt him once more. "You ok back there?"

"Yea, yea," he replies, sounding slightly distracted. "Just figuring it out... there" with a suddenness the corset begins to loosen as he slips open out the knot and quickly laces it open. "How's that?" He says as he steps back to allow me to finish the job of pulling the now loose corset over my head.

"Whew" I reply turning back to him as I adjust to the feeling of no longer having my torso compressed by the tight steel bones of the corset. "Your turn now."

With a mischievous glint in his eye he shakes his head. "No, I don't think so, after all I just removed a corset."

"But that-" I stop my complaint as he just smiles back. I can't tell if he's just having fun toying with me or if this is more a coping mechanism related to shame over his body and not wanting to remove his pants. Either way I decide to charge forward. The drugs of the previous night should have long faded and yet I feel sexually bold, determined not to stop until we're both naked.

Reaching up to my neck I pull the hole down over one shoulder before sliding first one arm then the other out of the sleeves and then up through the neck hole. Peeling my way down I pull my breasts back through their reinforced rubber openings before rolling the suit down my body.

Once past my hips things speed up and I quickly shimmy my way out of the rubber outfit, using one foot to toss the suit aside. Standing I cross my arms under my breasts and look down at him where he has been sitting and watching. "NOW it's your turn."

With a grin he rises to his feet and backs up to give me a better view as he unbuckles his pants and begins to work the tight leggings down his thighs.

It's a bit slow going and I am immediately disappointing to notice that he has a pair of latex briefs on underneath keeping his cock contained and shrouded.

His legs show a mix of linear scars and minor burns speckling his muscles as he stands there in naught but the pair of latex briefs. I can't help from constantly glancing towards his crotch, the bulge of his cock tantalizingly large.

Looking back at me he frowns in mock concern. "Hmm, it looks like you're out of stuff to remove, so I guess we're done?" Teasing me further he turns around slowly, displaying his hot ass tightly encased in rubber. I note peripherally as he turns that the burn scars extend only slightly around to his backside leaving it much smoother - although no less muscled - than his front.

"Oh no you don't!" I reply, "I'm naked so you need to be too!"

"I'm sorry." He says in mock apology. "That wasn't the game. I can't take these off unless you take something off first and it looks like you're all out of things to remove."

I rack my brain for a better reply as I sputter. "That isn't fair!, I was wearing way more than you were!"

I pout back at him and he finally relents, his tone more serious than his jovial taunts before. "Ok but... I warned you."

Before I can give an encouraging response he pulls down the underwear allowing his cock to burst free to point towards me. The sight of it finally revealed immediately has me transfixed.

Large but not quite as big as my most extreme dildo's it juts out like an obelisk of masculinity, his cock is unique in several ways. While not marred by any of the burn marks that speckle the rest of his body there are a pair of large scars partially spiraling around the large member, his full erection pulling back his uncircumcised foreskin to display just the tip of the pre-cum glistening cock-head within.

Feeling like I need to say something I finally stagger out a breathless response. "It... it's beautiful."

He seems surprised by my words and I remain transfixed as he rallies a reply. "I... wasn't expecting that. Before the accident the size scared several partners and the few women I've shown it to since were weirded out by it... you aren't just saying that to be nice?"

Looking up at him I shake my head quickly. "No... it... you... you're beautiful, my handsome savior, my angel in latex."

Stepping closer to me he leans towards me, his hands reaching out for a hug.

The moment his skin touches mine however whatever spell I was under vanishes. In an instantaneous shock all of my normal anxiety returns and I leap away from him with a start. The power of my jump cases me to not just stumble back onto the bed but to tumble over backwards, falling off the other side.

"What did I do?" he says, a quiver in his voice as I attempt to untangle myself from the heap into which I have landed.


Chapter VI: Revelations (added: 2013/12/18)

Still breathing fast I manage to get back to my feet. Somewhat frantic I try to think of how to comfort him as I can see he's about ready to bolt; at a guess the only thing keeping him here is the fact that he's still naked but I use every ounce of willpower I have to fight through my fear to find my voice and and try to explain.

"No! Please, don't go!"

Looking both confused and scared he regards me warily and cold. "Why... I obviously repulse you. I should just leave."

"No!" I practically shout, cursing my anxiety - here's this great guy who saved my life and he thinks I've rejected him. "I have an anxiety disorder, it's like a mix of aphenphosmphobia and conditional agoraphobia, the only time it goes away completely is when I'm in the suit. I literally haven't touched anyone flesh to flesh since I was a kid without freaking out. So it isn't you, it's me, I just, I don't know. I just got so caught up in the moment I forgot about it, there's nothing wrong with you, nothing at all, it's all my problem..." I'm almost sobbing as I finish off, but I'm determined to soldier on, finishing speaking what I wanted to say. "You revealed something private to me and I spurned you and I'm so, so sorry..." the last of my control slipping away my voice trails off leaving me in tears, a long moment of silence passing as he processes things.

Finally making up his mind he speaks. "I'm sorry. I didn't know, I should have asked before touching you."

"It's ok!" I reply quickly. "Please! You saved my life, you're the closest I've ever felt to a man, I know I sound desperate and a little crazy but please, I want to get to know you, will you stay?" my voice quivers as I look across the room at him "...please?"

He bites his lip in thought in a way that I can't help but see as pensively hot. Unable to meet my gaze he looks towards the door, our respective pile of clothes and then back towards me while awkwardly attempting to avoid staring at my nakedness as I fight back sobs by silently holding my breath.

Finally he replies, his voice soft and lacking in his typical certainty. "Ok, I guess we're both damaged in our own ways, so I'll stay." He pauses, looking down at his own bare body." I have some street clothes in my car, will you be alright if I change?, I feel like we should talk without... distractions."

I nod quickly, bashfully trying and failing to conceal my breasts with my hands in a sudden bout of modesty. "Sure, I'll take a shower and meet you in the living room?"

"See you then" he says with a forced smile, grabbing his pile of clothes and leaving the room, softly closing the door behind him.

Alone I let out my held breath in a giant sigh. The tension temporarily leaving my body as I try to relax, the soreness masking excitement of just a few minutes prior having been replaced by the ache in my ankle and the lingering tiredness left over from my eventful evening.

Making my way to the bathroom I glance wistfully at the piled up pieces of my outfit thinking back to how much simpler things seem when I am safely ensconced inside my personal suit of armor. Steeling myself I turn on the water and try to focus on how I'm going to hold myself together going forward when I happen to glance in the mirror, seeing myself for the first time since I removed my outfit.

With a start I notice that much of my torso is peppered with bruises - while the corset protected me from perhaps more serious harm the beating I received has left its mark, black and blue smudges marring my pale white flesh. Seeing how bad it is I shudder to think of what might have happened had my savior not showed up to protect me - I could have been crippled or dead, my life ending with a newspaper article obituating a fetish freak beaten to death in an alleyway.

Stepping into the hot shower to wash myself I wince in pain when I brush past any of my several tender spots, vigorously scrubbing every inch of my body as if to cleanse myself of the memory of the beating. Stepping out into the steam-filled bathroom I dry myself off and style my short hair before putting on a bit of makeup to cover up a small bruise I appear to have sustained on one cheek. Although I'm usually not much of one for makeup and am not particularly adept at its application the feminine ritual helps me to calm down and feel a bit more "normal" and overall prettier.

Back in the bedroom I spark a final longing glance back towards my fetish gear before putting on one of my normal day-to-day outfits - a bra to support my breasts, stockings and a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved red shirt. Sliding on a pair of calf-length leather boots I take a final deep breath. My hand wrapping the doorknob I am mustering up the courage to turn it and leave the privacy of the bedroom when another idea zips into my mind.

Quickly I rummage through one of my drawers of fetish attire to pull out a pair of black kid-leather opera gloves. Taking off my top to roll them up my arms before buttoning up my shirt again. Closing the drawer I am tempted to add a collar to my ensemble but decide against it, not wanting to push what has already become such a delicate situation too far.

With a final glance at the mirror I fix an errant strand of hair and give myself another procrastinating once-over. Were it not from my always prominent breasts and the black-gloved hands extending out past the ends of my sleeves I would look pretty normal - just a casually-dressed girl that you might run into at the grocery store or something.

Out of ways to procrastinate I steel myself and head out of my bedroom.

The sight of my new friend almost knocks the breath out of me once more - dressed in a pair of dark slacks and a blue fitted shirt the fitted garments nicely display his well-build frame while hiding all but his facial scars.

"Hi," he says in greeting, rising from where he sat on the couch "you look nice." I notice his eyes dart towards my gloved hands but he otherwise makes no further comments.

"Thanks." I reply with a pause. "You do too, it's a good color on you." We fall uncomfortably silent for a moment, it's like all the awkwardness of high school - an unsureness my various phobia's meant I never had the practice to overcome.

Mustering my courage to look directly at him a switch somehow flicks in my head and words suddenly pour forth. Unlike the jumbled, desperate pleading of earlier this is like a release valve was opened, a sea of thoughts and emotions put into words for the first time as I pour out my soul to another human as never before.

"I'm sorry about before," I lead off before really hitting my stride. "You might have guessed but I've never really had a relationship before, I usually handle it better but I've always been uncomfortable with being in contact with people. Would you believe that I spend pretty much my whole day at work in a full hazmat suit? A job path I specifically closed for isolation. The outfit... I've always been at least a little kinky, coping mechanism for the introversion I suppose. I skipped out on the dating scene in favor of just masturbating then pieced together my Friday routine as... well I guess it wouldn't be fair to call it 'therapy' but being encased in rubber and leather somehow makes my anxieties disappear and I can go out to the clubs and whatnot like a 'normal' person."

His scarred face a mask I want to think he's looking back at me sympathetically, but I've never been all that great at reading people and the read I get from him in general is that he probably has a very good poker face in any case. Determined to ride this train to the end I keep talking. "I guess maybe you understand a bit and hearing about your story, even independent of how you saved my life... I guess I just sensed a kindred spirit and got too excited for my own good. I mean, appearances to the contrary I'm actually a virgin! I barely even tried kissing as a teenager before freaking out and retreating and while I've played a bit more from inside the safety of my outfit once it was peeled away I didn't realize how delicate I'd be."

Barreling forward without pausing I feel like I need to bring things to a close and open the door for him to respond so I try to wind up. "I know we don't know each other, hell, I don't know much past your name! But you saved my life, and I'll always be grateful for that, but even putting it aside I just... I want to at least try to get to know you better? You've seen me like nobody before and you haven't run away from my being a 'freak' or anything and at least what little experience I've had you seem like a wonderful guy and..." as abruptly as my monologue started I have suddenly run out of steam, my words trailing off as I look at him with a hopeful smile.

We both stand in silence for a few moments before he replies. I don't know why I didn't realize it before but his voice - a gentle baritone, is amazing, his words actually cause a bit of dampness to form between my legs as I am unable to ignore the memory of his body either naked or in his evening outfit practically painted with tight latex.

"I'm sorry for setting off your anxiety attack. I guess it isn't surprising that you'd be even more sensitive after being so viciously assaulted; I only wish I could have intervened sooner. That said... knowing where you're coming from I accept your apology. I think we can both understand how the interaction of our issues stepped on some toes but I'm definitely willing to put it aside and start over. Speaking of names, I don't think I even caught yours."

My spirits are lifted even higher by his words as I quickly blurt out a reply. "It's Victoria, but I prefer Vicky."

He grins. "Vicky the rubber-clad vixen." The words cause me to blush while spurning a hot longing as he continues his side of the conversation. "Well its nice to formally meet you. I remember seeing you at the club last night and being intrigued but being new to the area and everything else I didn't want to risk approaching you. Of course seeing the full extent of your outfit, and the fact that you even slept in it!" He shakes his head in amusement "you are definitely a special lady and I'd love to get to know you better."

The ice broken we spend a short while just smiling at each other before the growing fire in my loins overcomes me. "Look, I know this is fast and considering everything else but... I am unbelievably horny right now. Would you want to fuck or something?"

He smiles, relief playing over his face. "You too? Just seeing your gloves reminds me of your outfit - I feel like I'm about hard enough to ram a hole in a wall, but there are kind of two concerns."

Even more excited hearing about his reciprocating my feelings I'm almost dancing back and forth on my feet like I need to pee.

"First, my cock... while I didn't lose feeling due to the injury the scar tissue has proven to have side-effects of its own. Namely my sensitivity is almost off the charts and the couple times I've tried sex, even with a desensitizing condom, I've cum almost instantly. Second of course is what happened the last time I touched you skin to skin so while I'd like nothing better than to jump your bones right now, I feel like we should take a more... measured approach?"

I nod, an idea crystallizing in my mind as my always-active imagination goes wild at the thought of being able to project fantasy into reality.

"How about this - you put your uniform back on and I'll get back into my catsuit, that way we won't be risking any inadvertent skin-to-skin contact. As to the other issue... while I'd like to maybe try out a rubber pussy or anal insert at some point lets not risk it this time - I'll put my chastity belt and bra back on and show you how to use the remote. As to your pleasures, I'm open to discussing whatever you want. While the idea of you sticking that huge cock into me has me about ready to make a puddle on the floor I recognize that both our limitations may require some more work before that's a possible option. For now mechanical extensions should allow you to satisfy me and I'll do whatever I can to return the favor."

He doesn't respond for a moment and I'm for a second afraid that I may have escalated too quickly. After shaking his head he grins back at me, his words banishing my trepidation. "You're amazing, a woman out of a dream. Your idea sounds brilliant, and as to my pleasures - well the idea of you dressed up with me at the controls would be enough on its own but I think maybe a hand-job when you're done - the idea of you looking into my eyes while your rubber-gloved hand strokes my cock... the mental picture is almost enough to make me cum in my pants right now."

Full of energy I smile back, using my arms to push my breasts out towards him provocatively towards him. "Great, just knock on the bedroom door when you're ready. It'll take me a few minutes to change but I'll let you in when I'm done."

"Sure." he replies with a nod and I practically jet back into the bedroom.

The door closed behind me I have to fight off the urge to just rip off my pants and finger myself right there. Even using drugs I don't remember ever feeling this horny before and only the even more exciting idea of handing off control of my various stimulator to my new friend Robert keeps me in check.


Chapter VII: Giving Up Control (added: 2013/12/18)

Digging through the pile that is my previous nights outfit I quickly pull out the items I'll need before adding on a few other pieces from my collection. I hesitate for just a moment as I pick up the corset - while I love wearing it I decide against it due to both the time it takes to don as well as the risk that it might aggravate the bruises on my sides. Everything ready I don't even pause to savor the moment of looking across the items that I will soon have on or in me in my rush to lube myself up and slip into the fresh catsuit. Of identical ouvert design to what I wore the prior night this one is instead in a sultry red rather than shiny black. Buffing out a few dull spots on the catsuit I follow up with a pair of tight, buckle-less 4" chunk heel boots - I imagine I'll be thrashing around a fair bit and I don't want to rip holes in my bed, or my partner, with ballet spikes.

Despite my cunt leaking a veritable river down my leg I still take care to first rinse off and then re-lube each of the dual plugs of my chastity belt before sliding them into my eager holes. The welcome fullness sets off a mini orgasm that I fight back - I want to save things for the big show so I suppress my body's almost unstoppable need for pleasure.

Hearing a knock on the door I shout out a quick "almost done" as I rush to finish up preparations. Unfortunately the thought of Robert standing outside my bedroom in his ultra-hot latex uniform has me feeling even more horny - something I wouldn't have thought possible a moment prior - and it takes every last shred of self-control for me to not just snatch up the remote for my belt and crumple to the floor.

In a hurry against my crumbling willpower I roughly shove my breasts into the bra and latch it closed. Sliding a fresh pair of rubber gloves up my arms I quickly buckle a pair of steel manacles around my wrists so I won't unthinkingly remove them and risk skin-to-skin contact. My lusty imagination clawing for control at this point I follow up with a pair of manacles around my wrists. In the home stretch I grab a rubber mask and pull it over my head, locking it in place with a 2" steel collar around my neck.

One of the prides of my collection the rubber mask is black and form-fitting with soft lenses over my eyes leaving the only openings a pair of small tubes lodged in my nostrils and the hole around my mouth - a hole that can be easily covered with a detachable panel-style penis gag.

Forgoing the gag for the moment I put it on my nightstand and grab my remote. Walking across, the room feeling the plus shift inside me it takes all of my control not to fiddle with the remote before I open the door.

Opening the door to reveal Robert standing at parade rest the sight of him back in the tight rubber uniform almost causes me to tackle him right there. Instead I let out a slight gasp in response to a sight-induced mini-orgasm and quickly shove the remote into his hand before my resolve not to play with it falters.

"You look so hot." I blurt out, my cunt and ass clamping down on their intruders, both of my holes wet and desperate for their occupants to spring to life.

"Not compared to you" he replies looking down at the complex control in his hands. "So... how do I use this?" He asks, casually pressing the largest button marked "pulse" for a short second. The button currently configured to activate all of my many attachments I almost collapse as a quick burst of vibration and electrics slam into my cunt, clit, ass and breasts. The sudden stimulation overload causes me to orgasm, hard and I gasp as I stagger unsteadily atop the (at least by my standards) reasonable heels.

Letting his finger off gives me yet another orgasm as everything just as abruptly falls silent. "You ok he asks?" His tone one of mild concern at my apparent difficulties in remaining standing.

"Yes." I gasp out, practically hanging off the door. "That was just a bit of a surprise, lets sit down on the bed and I'll explain how everything works."

Letting him walk past me I take the opportunity to stare at his tightly-encased ass, if anything it looks even more detailed than the prior night, a fact I conclude is owed to his going commando without the rubber underwear beneath.

Sitting next to him I quickly rattle off all the different features - electrics, vibrations, swelling, pulsing and suction associated with my various attachments before starting in to explain how to use the remote to program different things to work together or run one of several pre-loaded patterns and showing how the small display screen on the remote shows information about what's currently set and selected.

Not activating anything as we go through allows my mind to stay clear but as I finish up and look at him he smiles back with a glint in his eye that has all of my pent-up horniness right back where it was.

Turning the face of the remote towards himself leaves me unable to tell what button he's about to press and I almost double over as my cunt-vibrator suddenly starts swelling and shifting within me. A look of concern on his face he stops as my arms and legs shoot out. "Are you ok?" he asks with concern.

"I'm fine." I reply, "just... I'm so excited..." I glance towards the near corner of my bed. "Would you mind tying me down? I want to just enjoy myself without risking breaking something."

He hesitates a moment but I guess even with practically my entire face covered I'm able to convey my desire and within a few moments my wrists and ankles are attached to the four corners of my bed by short lengths of chain.

"Ok." I state, looking down past my mountainous breasts to where he stands between my wide-spread legs. "Take me."

"With pleasure." He replies with a smile, his thumb pressing down on the remote with authority.

Apparently he's a quick learner as somehow while I was getting restrained he has managed to program a custom routine of his own and my hips rise off the bed as my ass is stretched while my clit vibe pulses and my nipples are teased by the swish, swish, swish of the brushes.

Letting out a groan I start to cum as he appears right next to me, whispering in my ear with that sexy voice of his. "You like that?" He taunts, my reply an indecipherable mumble as yet another orgasm pulses through me.

"I bet it'd be even better if your cunt could join in on the fun, hmm? You want that? You want to feel fucked?"

"Yes, yes!" I shout out in desperation, the combination of his words and actions having my cunt twitching and pulsing around its sadly motionless occupant.

"Hmm, I'm not convinced..." he taunts further, ramping up my clit stimulation just a little more and I start begging.

"Please!, fuck me!" I pant in between gasps for air. "Pound my cunt, make me dance in pleasure, just fuck me!"

"Well, if you insist." He replies and suddenly the silent dong filling my front hole springs to life, lengthening and wiggling powerfully so as to feel like I'm being drilled, each thrust feeling deeper that the last.

The added stimulation sets off an orgasm like no other, a wave of pleasure so strong I yell out, practically flying up off the bed before hitting the limits of my restraints and slamming back down onto the mattress. As a series of follow-up mini-orgasms continue to explode through me like aftershocks I try to form a sentence. "On the nightstand. Gag. Please. The walls aren't that thick and I'm not going to be able to control myself if you keep on like this."

Everything goes quiet and I feel his weight shift on the bed as he leans over. A moment later his face is visible above me, the panel gag edging into my peripheral vision. "Ok, but since you won't be able to safeword I'm going to put something in your right hand, if you need a break, drop it ok?"

"Fine, fine," I reply, "just shove that thing in my mouth and get back to what you were doing."

The gag sliding over my tongue and snapping into position on my mask vibrations start to return.

Switching tactics from his previous all-in technique I feel things slowly building this time, giving me a few moments of lucidity as I feel something round pressed into my right hand before looking up to see him kneeling over me with a wide smile.

"Now that there aren't any more distractions... time for you to cum for me some more." His fingers dancing over the controls and stimulation start into me from every angle and I groan into the gag, my eyes rolling back into my head as he takes on the role of conductor, guiding me through a symphony of orgasmic sensation, an experience beyond any I have managed on my own. Somehow the controls being in the hands of another, out of my direct control or the unfeeling algorithms of a computer makes each twitch of the vibrator or jolt through my clit seem personal, a sensation of connectivity that I have never felt before but now wish never to be without.

Time ceases to matter as I writhe and orgasm on the bed. Despite the fact that the prior evening should have left me quite satiated and even a little sore my body rises to the occasion as he teases orgasm after orgasm out of me. The stimulation constantly varying he mixes in additional attention as he kisses my cheeks or strokes my thighs, and even once - as my legs quivered with strain as I hold my hips in the air - he gives me a light spanking while squatting over me, his heavenly ass filling my vision inches from my face.

Eventually he starts to dial me down from my frenetic high, the orgasms becoming calming instead of shocking when I hear him express surprise. "Hmm, what's this? Orgasm denial mode?" My blood runs cold at the words. Perhaps the most insidious (not to mention most expensive) feature of the system once the integrated AI program is properly trained with the users indicators the feature can be enabled to act as an automatic cap on stimulation, sensors in the dual dildos carefully coordinating with the rest of the system to prevent inadvertent orgasm.

"You look a little tired out from all that cumming," I hear him say. "Lets give this a try for awhile, hmm?"

I try to shake my head, my eyes wide in fear at how torturous the orgasm denial mode would be in my current heightened state but the mask shrouds my expression as my head-shake becomes indistinguishable from my general writhing and twisting. My bonds hold me tight as I twist and squirm, unable to either escape the intermittent barrage of sensation nor shift in a way to attain that tiny bit extra required for orgasm.

As Robert fiddles with the exact method by which I am tortured the well-trained AI throttles each sensation to keep me just shy of orgasm, seconds turning to minutes of exquisite agony as pleasure flows through me but never in such a way as to allow the wave of sensation to actually crest.

Returning to a gentle anal stimulation combined with nipple teasing and electric shocks zapping through my clit any time I get close enough to cum I look up to find him sitting over me.

"So my dear," he says after I have settled down, exhaustion keeping me from moving as my belt and bra continue their torturous attentions. Looking up at the sound of his voice the words cause my heart to flutter slightly. "You've been having an awful lot of fun, but I think it's my turn. Are you ready to get me off, or do I need to leave you like this for awhile?" He finishes off his statement turning on the vibrations of my cunt dildo, the added stimulation only making things worse, the punishing shocks keeping me from orgasm become more frequent.

Unable to talk through the gag I nod frantically, willing to do almost anything at this point to get off, his presence makes the entire experience the most erotic I've felt in my life.

"Such enthusiasm!" he says with pride before turning away. "Now, where did the keys to those restraints go."

Still being tortured on the edge of orgasm I groan in despair as he makes a leisurely show of the simple act of unlocking my restraints. Several minutes pass before he has me repositioned sitting up, my wrists connected by a short, one foot chain while my legs are bound together with a bare couple inches separating them - a position that only heightens the feelings between my legs.

"Now" he says, leading me by the collar off the bed to kneel on top of a pillow, his bare cock sticking out, naked and hard just in front of my face.

The scent of his cock and balls is like an intoxicating perfume added to the ever-present smell of rubber, as I breath deeply of the heavenly aroma he gives me my instruction. "Lets see how you are at earning an orgasm."

Momentarily intimidated by the scarred, yet uniquely beautiful member before me I stare at it transfixed for several seconds before a sharp shock directed at my ass and nipples spurs me to action. "Tsk, tsk," he says disapprovingly, "you need to get to work."

Awash with lust at the power of the scene I jump into action, gently cupping his balls with one gloved hand while my other delicately traces a spiral pattern over his scars. Still gagged I nonetheless bring my head towards his cock, brushing it against my masked cheeks and pantomiming kisses with the front of my gag. Trying to put aside the ongoing stimulation happening inside my suit only causes the machines' efforts to increase in their emotionless goal of keeping me just on the edge of orgasm. Somehow I manage to focus my attention on the task in front of me, my world narrowing to nothing but his cock as I stroke and fondle it, trying to sense cues from him as I try to both give him pleasure but draw out the experience, mindful of what he said about his issues with premature ejaculation.

One hand drifting back to cup his ass and rub against his rear hole through the rubber I continue to stroke his cock until, with a final tightening of his balls and a short gasp, the obelisk of masculinity before me quivers and explodes.

Somehow he must have retained a bit of control as he orgasmed as, while his cock spurts ropey tendrils of cum across my mask, the orgasm control limiters are disabled and a powerful, ragged orgasm comes over me.

Powerful and ongoing the nursed orgasm courses through me as I hold onto his cock as if it were a lifeline. My red-latex fingers wrapped around its pale white flesh I milk the last of the cum out of it in desperate effort not to fall over as the single orgasm drags on, and on, and on.

Even after the cacophony of stimulation falls silent the orgasm somehow continues, my cunt and ass spasming around their now still intruders as I suck air through the artificial phallus occupying my mouth.

By the time the single, monstrous orgasm finally fades I am left a little dazed but amazingly satisfied. Looking up I see Robert smiling down on me and I grin back, the expression somehow communicated despite my mask and gag.

A long moment passes between us before he lifts me to my feet, kissing the front of my gag as the two of us embrace before tumbling back into the bed cuddling each other.

Where the slightest touch skin-to-skin earlier sent me into panic the rubber barrier between us allows me to hug and snuggle him with nothing but pleasure. Hugged close against his firm body in post-orgasmic bliss the two of us eventually drift into a nap, each still holding the other as tight as orgasm-exhausted muscles allow.


Chapter VIII: A New Dawn (added: 2014/03/24)

When I finally awaken from my nap my eyes flutter open to see Robert across the bed lying on his side just staring at me. Still hobbled by the chains linking my cuffs I try to wiggle over towards him. Since my eyes and face are still obscured by the hood and gag this movement is his first clue that I am now awake.

"Welcome back," he says with a smile before pulling me over to him and helping me to stand. "You alright? I got a little bit carried away there but you seemed to be enjoying it, and you never let go of your safeword ball." Steadying myself atop my heels I follow his gaze to where a foam ball lies slightly crumpled, fingermarks from my white-knuckled grip still visible.

Motioning towards my mouth I wait as he unhooks and removes the gag, working my jaw a little before I talk, my voice hoarse from who knows how long spent orgasmically screaming futily into the gag.

"That was... amazing. Thank, thank you so much." Unsure how else to emphasis the enormity of our shared experience I hug him tightly, enjoying the smell of his rubber-encased chest mingled with just the hint of his sweat.

"Thanks, it was great for me as well. Now though... I don't know about you but I'm starving. I realize it's a bit unconventional to ask AFTER we've shared a bed but... would you like to go on a date with me for an early dinner?"

Leaning back and looking up at him - even with my heel-enhanced height he is almost a head taller than me - I smile. "That sounds great, and I'll tell you a secret." He looks at me with curiosity and I motion him down so I can whisper in his ear. "I think there's pretty good odds that if you play your cards right you could get lucky after dinner."

Standing back up after hearing to my message he laughs and I join him. The comicality of my statement paired with what we've just done with each other manages to have us both in stitches for almost a minute, and while my bruised ribs might not appreciate it it feels great to just let loose with someone else, a shared catharsis of a different type from our shared sexual release.

Regaining his composure he smiles back at me, the mischievous twinkle that I have come to recognize appearing in his eye as he speaks. "Well with that to look forward to I should be on my best behavior. Tell you what - I don't live too far away so how about I head home and change. I'll pick you up at lets say sixteen hundred and we'll go someplace nice."

Talk of food reminds me that my stomach is quite empty - I haven't eaten in over twenty-four hours after all, but I quickly nod at the idea. "I'll look forward to it." With a final smile and peck on my rubber cheek he leaves the room, the front door closing a few seconds later as he leaves me alone in my apartment.

Standing for several minutes I don't move until the final wafts of his scent have faded away. My thoughts turning towards dinner I figure I should have another shower before getting ready, our activities have worked up quite a sweat inside my unbreathing rubber outfit.

Removing my cuffs, boots, collar and mask I spend several minutes searching through my room before coming to the startling realization that he must have the key to the chastity belt with him. While I have a backup key in a safety deposit box across town it would take awhile to get there, and I don't really want to call him back for him to release me. Torn between the two unappealing options I finally make a decision, the wicked plan that starts forming in my head causing a grin to split my face as I head into the bathroom to wash as best I can.

Peeling the catsuit down as far as I can given the bra and belt I wash as much of my body as I can reach before aiming the shower to run water under the rubber to rinse off the rest. Drying myself and the outfit off I also take the time to give myself a quick rinse-out enema through the hollow rear plug. Having not eaten in so long there isn't really anything to evacuate but I still feel cleaner after I'm finished.

Returning to the bedroom I am now faced with the challenge of what to wear - the fuck-me red catsuit extends from my neck to my wrist and ankles and while relatively low-profile the chastity belt still sticks out a little. While my apprehensions and sensitivity to touch have always made me prefer high-collar, long-sleeved dresses I also don't go out formally very often so I have to dig pretty deep into my closet to figure out an appropriate outfit.

Getting dressed and ready takes almost two hours in total but as I glance at the clock and put the final touches on my makeup I can't help but smile. The expression combined with my outfit has me dripping with sultry, yet reserved, sexiness, formality obscuring fetish beneath.

The most difficult of my outfit to put on I started off with a corset, by carefully working my way around I was able to work it under the chastity belt and tighten it down before adding just a little padding to leave me with a pinched waist while obscuring the bands of the chastity belt. Combined with a wide belt atop the outfit to draw attention to my slender waist and away from my full chest the profile of the chastity belt is completely hidden.

After finishing wrestling with the corset and feeling pleased by at its constant body-hug-like pressure I pull on my dress. A full-length formal gown in midnight blue a bolero jacket atop helps to cover most of my latex-encased arms.

Although the dress shrouds the cause from view well enough nothing can be done to disguise how massive my bra-enhanced breasts are. Combined with my narrow waist their size gives a touch of vulgarity to what would otherwise be a quite demure outfit.

A pair of kid leather opera gloves serve to complete the job of covering up my rubber sleeves, a single silver cuff on my left wrist just thin enough to pass as a bracelet.

For my feet I've selected a pair of black leather knee-high stiletto-heeled boots that toe the line between elegantly formal and "fuck-me."

Finishing off the outfit a scarf tied around my neck serves to obscure the last bit of latex that would otherwise peek past the neckline of the dress. In a final feat of daring I added a chevron bondage collar underneath, its presence also concealed beneath the scarf.

Putting on my best makeup and styling my short hair I look at myself in the full-length mirror and only have one thought, my ruby-red lips mouthing the words "I'd fuck me." I imagine similar words will be shared by most any female-attracted person I ran across.

"Rewarding" myself with a quick burst of vibrations I blowing myself a kiss with my ruby-red lips and drop my keys, an eye and mouth-less latex hood, a special dildo and the remote for my belt (now with fresh batteries) into a small purse and head downstairs with just a few minutes to go until four.

Arriving promptly at the appointed time Robert smiles at me standing on the curb from behind the wheel of his '09 Corvette before hoping out and sliding across the hood to help me in. Dressed in an expertly fitted suit himself he flashes me a quick smile as I buckle up my seat-belt (a full four point racing harness I note) and then wastes little time racing to the restaurant, the rumble of the engine channeled through the twin plugs inside me leaving me a little out of breath by the time we arrive.

Arriving at the restaurant I'm surprised that he managed to get a reservation. It isn't quite the nicest place in town but it's close, I once overheard a girl at work bragging that it was a good two week wait-list. However Robert swung things the Maitre'd guides us to an out of the way table for two before scurrying off.

Tucked away at our private table the dinner itself passes pleasantly. Although I notice him glancing with curiously at my cuff/bracelet I keep the secret of my outfit to myself as I eat my way through a mixed charcuterie appetizer and a delicious entree of roasted sweetbreads capped off with a chocolate mousse desert. As well as the good food I find my new friend to be as good company out of the bedroom as he was within.

Over the course of our chat I learn that he was a golden gloves boxer before joining the military and now, a little over two years post discharge, he has just moved to town to take a position as a departmental manager of a different division of the very company I myself work for!

Finishing dinner and sliding back into his car he turns to me with a smile. "You have a good time?"

"I had a GREAT time." I reply, "I think you've succeeded in setting yourself up to get lucky except for one little problem..." a sly smile creeps along the corner of my mouth as he looks back with concern, the first chink in his casual bravado all night.

"Problem?" he asks with a note of worry. "What's the matter?"

"Well, you see..." I say with a flutter of my eyes. "You took the key with you so I've been stuck in my chastity belt and bra, which of course kept the catsuit locked on as well, all afternoon..."

His eyes go wide as he looks me over, his brain reprocessing my outer appearance in light of this revelation. "Crap, I am so, so sorry. I totally didn't mean to keep the key. I didn't even realize I pocketed it after letting you out - it must still be in my other pants back at my house. Why didn't you call me and ask for it back?"

Leaning back in my seat I make a show of pulling the remote out of my purse. "It's ok, this is fun. Though... I've been getting quite horny, so I'm going to start playing now. You might want to get us back to one of our homes quick before I'm just too tuckered out for anything else..." I flick the vibrator inside me up to low power, giving a gentle purr as I feel it moving within. Clenching down on the slowly moving object in my front hole I amp things up by swelling my anal plug to a more filling size.

It takes him a moment to recover but soon he's grinning with lust and gunning the engine. "As you wish, my lady. Although from what I've seen I think you're far underselling how insatiable you are. I'll have you back to my place in a few minutes and we'll maybe see about getting you unlocked."

Turning up the power and adding in some anal vibrations as the roaring car provides additional assistance I lean back in my seat. "A few minutes? More than enough time for a couple orgasms I should think..."

Helped by the rumble of the engine I manage to get myself off a full three times before we come screeching into his garage. Coming to a quick halt I've barely managed to extricate myself from the restraint harness to pull myself out of the car when he scoops me up like a newlywed and runs me inside. Dropping me onto a massive king-sized bed he immediately starts stripping off his suit, looking at me with a familiar hunger in his eyes.

Taking advantage of the slick rubber beneath I quickly shimmy out of my dress and pull the mask over my face, lying back over the overstuffed pillows. "Do you have a gag or something? I could get loud."

Quickly sliding on a catsuit of his own he just smiles back. "Go ahead, we've got at least two hours before any noise ordinances go into effect."

His voice sends a shiver from my head down through my cunt as I reply. "Only two hours? Well, I hope you have a gag ready for when it's time."

With a final smile he leaps into bed, kissing me on my rubbery forehead before playfully wrestling the remote from my hands and taking control.

"Now then, if we're going to keep this going for a few hours we need to start..." He pauses for effect as he queues up a routine on the remote. Looking me right in the eye he grins and finishes his sentence "..Fast."

Like a jet hitting the afterburners my sexual excitement goes from high to stratospheric as from almost all directions my outfit begins blasting me with sensations to be moments. Moments later the mechanical stimulation is joined by his tongue and fingers dancing all over my rubber-encased body. Gasping against the tightness of my catsuit in pleasure I can no more escape my locked-in intruders than I can his embrace and our rubbery bodies slide against each other as the first of an innumerable string of orgasms courses through me.

Cumming my brains out I eventually start to transcend sensation, arriving at a weird partially lucid state while still feeling the effects of the pleasure rolling around inside me. Watching him strut and feeling him pressed against against me has me progressively more eager to return the favor of the countless orgasms he seems to delight in inflicting on me. In a brief lull I manage to snatch the remote back and catch my breath as I straddle him.

Looking down, still out of breath I smile. "Ok, it's your turn now." I announce "what can I do for you?"

"Other than give me back the remote?" He says with a playful grin.

"Yea, other than that, silly!, There has to be something you like other than a quick handie... how about anal? You seemed to like it when I played back there before..."

"Well, yea," he replies, "prostate stim can be fun although I've only ever really played alone before-"

Spinning on top of him I quickly open the rear-zip of his catsuit and start sliding a spit-slick finger into his rear hole.

His voice turns even deeper I can just visualize his eyes going wide as he continues. "Oh fuck, don't stop."

I have a feeling he's underselling his prior experience because it isn't long before I've worked my way up to three fingers plunging into him and he's still loving it. Feeling things starting to get a little dry and with my mouth already a bit parched from gasping and moaning we take a short break for water and for him to fetch a bottle of lube.

Ready to continue again I decide it's my turn to take charge of things.

"Alright." I announce in the most authoritarian voice I can muster. "Lets see you on your hands and knees showing off that hot ass, I've got some work to do."

I guess I managed to pull it off because his voice gets softer as he replies in what is almost a moan. "Yes Mistress Vicky."

His submissive words send a thrill through me and I smile and give him a playful spank as he gets into position. Getting as good of a grip of his head given his short hair as I can with my rubbery fingers I pull his head up for me to look down into his eyes. "That's Mistress Victoria to you slave, and don't you forget it."

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry, Mistress Victoria." He replies in a tone that, along with the outline of his hard cock fit to burst from his catsuit, tells me how much this is getting him off.

"Good slave." I reply as I move behind him and begin massaging lube into his ass. "Now, lets see how well-trained you are back here, alright?"

It takes some work but to my astonishment not only am I able to almost immediately get back to three fingers but with the help of lube I am quickly up to four, followed a short while later by my entire right fist disappearing wrist-deep into his ass. Looking down at my red-rubbered hand disappearing into his own black-latex'd rear is a feat, a sight and a feeling that has me cum without any additional stimulation as he moans in pleasure, muffling his screams by shoving his face into a pillow.

As I continue to slowly work back and forth massaging his prostate he starts to gasp out a request.

"Mistress Victoria, please."

"Please what, slave?" I reply, pausing in my movements and reaching under to gently stroke his firm cock through its encasing rubber.

"Would you please fuck me?" he asks.

"What do you think this is?" I ask moving my fist a little deeper into his ass in a way that elicits a guttural moan.

"It's amazing Mistress but I want to feel your hands on my hips as you pull me towards you and pound into me." Leaning on one arm he points towards a dresser with the other. "There's a strap-on harness in there along with some dildo's, please, let me feel your cock in me. Please."

Doing my best to give him a little show as I walk over to the indicated dresser I reach for a random drawer only for him to correct me. "No, the next one up." He states but my curiosity is already engaged.

"I didn't say you could talk." I reply, ignoring his instruction. "Now be quiet before I find a gag for you." He falls silent as I pull open the drawer to reveal a well-organized plethora of butt plugs, the largest an egg-shaped lump of silicone even larger than my fist, if he's actually used it it certainly explains the ease with which he handled me.

Moving on to the drawer he indicated I actually find a couple different harnesses. Eager to get back to my partner I settle on a Y-strap one as it looks more secure. Pulling the harness tight around my body I move on to selecting a dong to use with it from the assortment that fill the rest of the drawer.

Quickly skimming over the assortment my eyes are instantly drawn to a medium-large one in a similar hue of red to my catsuit. Slightly curved and mostly smooth with an enlarged head I turn back to him with it in place with a wide smile on my face.

"Alright." I say striking a pose. "You ready to get fucked?"

His eyes transfixed by the dong pointing at him from my shiny metal-encased crotch he nods. "More than anything Mistress."

Quickly hopping onto the bed I get behind him and slather the dildo with lube before lining it up with his still slightly gapy asshole. "Get ready." I warn him before I start to slowly slide the dong into his ass.

He twists and gasps in pleasure as I slowly glide into him. Looking down I delight at the sight of 'my' cock slowly disappearing past the black latex of his catsuit into his ass. With about an inch and a half to go he gives a sudden lurch, backing into me firmly and forcing the remainder into him all at once.

"Aaaahhh" he cries out in pleasure as I hold him close, preventing from him from pulling off as I grind my hips against his, causing the dong to shift around inside him

"Did I say you could do that?" I ask sternly, punctuating the statement by momentarily letting go of his hips to land a a quick spank with my hand on his right ass cheek.

"No Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress, but it feels soooo good Mistress."

"Well at least you're honest my hot anal slut." I reply as I pull back slightly to begin slowly moving in and out.

My thrusts continue for a few minutes before I start to get a little bored. Remembering the remote I get an idea, pulling out of him and standing next to the bed.

"Is something the matter Mistress?" He asks, looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes.

"Yes," I reply, "I'm doing all the work. Flip over and come to the edge of the bed."

I tap the bed in front of me with one hand in indication and he quickly rolls into position, his butt right on the edge, the profile of his cock visible above as he looks down towards where I stand positioned between his legs.

"Good. Now, I'm going to get back to plowing this ass. And YOU are going to get back to work getting me off." I toss him the remote as I spread his legs and line my re-lubed cock back up with his wet hole.

His eyes lighting up as he catches the remote he wastes little time activating my own anal intruder in time with my re-entrance of his ass. "Yes Mistress." He replies, his fingers dancing over the remote as I go back to pounding into him with long, smooth strokes.

As fun as it is I'm actually surprised at how much energy it takes to fuck someone. Men in porn and the like always just keep going and make it so easy but it isn't too much longer that my hips and thighs are just too sore to continue.

By the time I collapse on top of him he's caught a second wind, his fingers playing the remote like a maestro at the piano giving me several more orgasms then switching it to orgasm denial mode as he slides out from under me and re-fills his ass with what I spot as one of his larger plugs.

With him back in full control I don't know how long it is that I spend thrashing on the bed before he finally removes my belt and bra while leaving the catsuit in place.

Whenever it is it's after the batteries in the belt have finally given up the ghost, the plugs inside me left remaining swelled but at rest. With a ball gag firmly clenched between my teeth I lean back as he first fingers me with latex-gloved fingers before grabbing one of the other harnesses and using it to fuck me in both holes with a double-dong strap-on. The feeling of being fucked by a man - even if it's with a pair of artificial dongs - is a new, amazing experience. The feel of him between my legs, his hips pressing against mine at the end of every stroke a sensation unlike any I have felt with a toy.

As he finally collapses onto the bed beside me after a near marathon session of pounding my holes I creep back to my purse to retrieve my final surprise. Carefully removing the strap-on harness as he lies on his back recovering I pull his thick, veiny cock out into the open. While hard it isn't quite as big as I've seen it.

"So," I lead off after removing my gag as I gently trace his scars with my fingertip, an act that quickly causes his member to swell to its full glory. "I was thinking about your issues with sensitivity combined with my own limitations and I remembered a toy I ordered up by accident awhile back."

Shuffling up onto his elbows he looks down at me as I squirt a little bit of lube onto his cock and pull his balls into full view.

"It's called a cock extender." I explain as I work his firm cock into the center of the hollow dildo before, with some effort, guiding his balls through a loop at the base to keep everything in place. "It's designed for people who want something a little bigger or longer." I add, the cock extender having swelled his manhood to almost a foot long and nearly two inches in diameter. "And while you're certainly large enough naturally I think I can take all of this, and the added material should dull things so you can last longer."

Playfully licking the full length of his enhanced member, the clear silicone material provides an interesting distortion effect as his penis remains partially visible within. Pulling my gaze away from his member I smile up at him. "Now, why don't you lean back and enjoy... I'm going for a ride."

Straddling his hips I the gag back between my teeth and groan in pleasure as I slowly lower myself onto him. My cunt already relaxed from the hours in the chastity belt, to say nothing of his recent pounding, I still acutely feel inch after inch slipping into me until finally our hips are pressed together, rubber to rubber, his newly-enhanced cock filling me from my hungrily spread lips all the way to its tip pressed against my cervix.

Looking down at the look of pleasure on his face I smile in return. He reaches up to cup and fondle my breasts as I begin to bob, riding him gently as I feel every cunt-stretching inch of his enhanced cock inside me.

Not content to lay there passively my cowgirl riding doesn't last long before he gets yet another wind. Sitting up and hugging me to himself while buried within I wrap my legs around him and bounce up and down as he stands with me. He fucks me against all four walls of the room before returning me to the bed and finishing off with long, powerful thrusts, each stroke taking him from having just the tip inside to tapping against my cervix. By the time he finally cums and rolls off I feel fucked like never before. We interlink hands and lock eyes in post-orgasmic bliss.

"Thanks." He says softly, "that was... amazing."

I pull the gag out of my mouth to let it hang around my neck atop my collar as I reply "Thank you; if I'd only known it would lead me to the perfect man I would have made it a point to get assaulted in an alley years ago."

Sitting up and staring at me with a momentary look of concern his expression finally fades to bemusement as I grin playfully back at him. Leaning over he kisses me on my rubbered forehead. Together; side by side and satisfied, we slowly drift off to sleep.


Chapter IX - Bringing Friends Together (added: 2014/07/25)

Pulling on my new coat I finish donning my Friday attire before giving a twirl in the mirror as I reflect on all that has changed since last I wore this outfit, barely able to believe it was merely a week ago.

Fucking like bunnies for the remainder of the weekend I didn't leave my new boyfriends house until we drove to work together Monday morning, an event that had quite a few rumors swirling as well as some discontent from all the men I'd shut down over the years.

Neither of us paid any attention to the rumors and we spent most of the weeknights at one or the others house. Between work, routine errands and our time together I had barely enough time to even make it out to purchase a new jacket - my old one having proven ruined by the assault and my resulting rolling around on the ground. Although the bruises still haven't faded and my ankle is a little sore I insisted to Robert that I was going "out" for Friday night the same as always.

Well... not quite the same as always - after he caved to my insistence we made a few new arrangements.

Making my way to the ground floor and slipping out the back door of the apartment building I gleefully find Robert already waiting.

"You ready?" I ask and he nods, his fetish "uniform" outfit topped with a long-coat and a gasmask similar to my own, a leather briefcase full of toys in one hand.

As we walk towards the train station together I note him being a little unsteady. "Still getting used to the drugs?" I ask. In addition to the gasmask we managed to cobble together a second camel pack and plug combination for him, filled same as mine with my personal brew.

"Yea, it's fun, but... well I've never danced with Molly before so I'm having to adjust."

I smile inside my mask. "Trust me, it'll makes the whole evening way more exciting."

His head movement heavily constrained by the combination of collar and gas mask he nods slightly. "We'll see, I just have to make sure to cut things off early enough that I'll be sober and safe to drive us home - no more walking home with the riff-raff for you."

I nod, I insisted that we take the train downtown as part of the experience so yesterday we dropped off his car at the club. Even that was a bit of a compromise but he was right that the train ride into downtown is the more interesting one. While I used to think of it as a somewhat relaxing close to the evening the ride home is more sparsely populated and mainly just tiring, to say nothing of the added risk that came to fruition last time.

We quickly arrive at the terminal and I feel my vibrators come to life for the first time as the train roars into the station. Glancing over at him as I have my first micro-orgasm of the night makes me look forward to the day that the order for his matching chastity belt comes in. We commissioned it online but due to its complexity it'll be at least a month before it ships; until then we're just stuck with the cobbled-together camel-kit for him.

Stepping onto the train and taking seats adjacent to each other I take advantage of another new feature - our masks are now wired up to a pair of short-range radios allowing us to communicate without bothering the outside world. In our private shared world in the midst of an unknowing crowd the two of us trade kinky thoughts as we play my dress-up game with our fellow train riders.

A few stops out from downtown Roger gives a nod and slips off into another compartment as I sit innocuously waiting to see if my other friend from last week is going to make an appearance.

Surprised at my heart racing in anticipation as we roll in to what would be his usual stop I give myself a quick shot of drug cocktail to calm my nerves. Although my head is remains motionless faced directly forward my eyes are angled towards the door, anxiously awaiting whether my "train friend" will arrive, and if so, in what form.

Just before the doors close a figure slips on-board. The other passengers give the late embarker as wide a berth as they can as numerous eyebrows are raised while a few eyes glance back and forth with myself.

Inside my mask I smile at his attempt to rise to the occasion. Steadying himself as the train lurches forward he looks around somewhat frantically in search of me before tottering his way to the back of the compartment towards the last row where I sit alone.

Although lacking the streamlined uniformity of my own outfit I have to give the boy credit. After all it took me years to perfect my outfit. Interestingly, comparing our outer appearance, if one considers how I remain mostly concealed under my coat while in 'public' he is currently displaying even more daring than myself.

Starting from the bottom he's wearing black patent platform gogo boots buckled up all the way up to just shy of his knees. Although the heels are only perhaps two inches in angled height the thick platforms below grant him an additional good three or four inches, a combination that he is obviously unaccustomed to as he unsteadily makes his way down the aisle of the moving train.

Rising from the boots his thin legs are encased in tight rubber leggings. Scanning my way up his body I am unable to ascertain if the leggings are stockings or just the bottom part of a catsuit, his upper legs are hidden within a leather pencil skirt that extends to cover high thighs near all the way to his knees.

A spiked belt holds up the skirt and gives him a bit of a punk look while above that rises a corset! Given his slight build I guess it shouldn't be a surprise that he managed to find women's garments that fit him but the choice still surprises me. In black leather with chrome fastenings including a couple O-rings I judge the corset to be more about show than functional even if it does appear to be cinched down enough to reshape his profile into a bit more of a feminine shape. While nowhere near as restrictive as what my own corset is laced to for what I imagine must be his first attempt it is an impressive feat.

Above the corset is the part of his outfit that has likely garnered the most stares. Springing from his chest a pair of ginormous rubber encased "breasts" stick out like twin torpedoes. By the way they swing as he walks I figure they must be inflated, the huge globes eclipsing even my large rack in volume while garishly drawing the attention of nearly everyone in eyesight as they bounce with each step.

What looks like a rubber t-shirt covers his chest and shoulders with the twin breasts straining within, a thin strip of skin visible forming a ring around each bicep before his arms are covered in rubber opera gloves. Each wrist sports not just a leather bondage cuff with jingling chrome O-rings but also a spiked punk bracelet and loop of chromed chain. My sharp, imaginative eye immediately realizes that the chain is actually threaded through his cuffs and could be easily re-purposed to link his wrists together.

Adding an even greater bondage feel, as well as more attachment points, to his outfit a tall collar around his neck sports at least half a dozen triangle-O ring pairs, the center of which has a dog-leash hooked to it, the chain leading down one side of his fake breasts before ending in a leather loop wrapped around his right wrist. As he approaches closer I realize that there is lettering on the collar - the words "Bondage Slut" in Gothic script stamped directly above the center ring.

Finishing everything off is a gasmask, what looks like a military surplus model it lacks the integrated rubber hood of my own, instead buckled around his head atop a cheap, slightly misaligned blonde wig.

After a momentary expression of relief as he first spots me I monitor his almost giddy approach until he plops down somewhat awkwardly on the seat beside me.

"I approve." I state softly, draping one arm around his shoulders and listening to the wheeze of his gasmask as he attempts to catch his breath. Weather the struggle is due to excitement or the exertion of walking in his outfit I can't say but I give him time to compose his response.

"Thanks." He states, "there's one other thing tho." Guiding my free hand under his skirt he presses a bulb of some kind into my hand. "The other end of that is an inflatable plug that's currently occupying my ass." He explains before I can ask.

A quick squeeze of the bulb elicits a gasp from him and a smile from me. "Very good." I state approvingly - while he needs to learn a bit about how to moderate his look in public his enthusiasm has quite eclipsed anything I might have expected or even hoped for.

"Oh, and this is yours." He states. Finding some difficulty unthreading it from his bracelets he eventually hands me the end of his leash. "Mistress."

"Of course it is." I reply taking it in hand. "As are you." I add along with another squeeze of his bulb.

As the train slows for our next stop I whisper a message a message to Robert quiet enough for my current companion to be unawares - the opportunities provided by our private wireless comm system adding a whole new potential dimension to what we can do in public.

"Now" I state to my companion, leaning close so that only he can hear. "Close your eyes." I check that he has followed my instructions by moving my hand quickly towards his face to which he does not flinch.

"Good slave." I congratulate him adding another squeeze of his 'tail.' Giving him a moment to catch his breath I continue whispering just as the train slows to a stop and the doors hiss open.

"Now, keep your eyes closed and answer me. What are you willing to do for your Mistress?"

"Anything, Mistress." he states breathlessly. Sitting next to him I can feel him almost quivering with nervour passion.

"You sure?" I ask, "there aren't any limits I should no about?"

"No Mistress, I'm completely yours." He replies, his words husky with submissive lust.

I was somewhat afraid of this - I've read enough online about the dangers newbies to the scene can pose to themselves. A little more serious I take a moment to do some preemptive damage control "Well if you think of anything as we go along just say the word red, you got that? Repeat it for me and keep those eyes closed."

"Yes Mistress, if something exceeds my limits my safeword is red."

"Good" I reply, the fact that he at least recognizes what a safeword is assuaging some of my concerns.

"Now, lets get back to what you're willing to do for me. You say you wish to serve me, does that just mean you're a little sensation slut who thinks he's going to get another handjob in an alley or are you willing to work for your rewards?"

"Work Mistress." He replies.

"Good answer" I reply. Unsure as to how many squeezes he can take - or how many he started with before handing control over to me I decide to hold off on filling him further, instead tugging a little on the plug to cause it to wiggle inside him. His slight twitch and a quiet "oooo" tell me this change of tact is still quite sufficient to keep him stimulated.

"Now, when you say work do you mean you're just looking to eat me out or are you up for other things, like say me pegging you?"

"Whatever pleases you Mistress." He replies, his tone still breathless.

Although I want to believe what he's saying I can't help but keep pushing him, though whether it is in hopes of shocking him back to normalcy or subsume himself deeper in fantasy I can't say for certain. Just in time for my plan Robert sits down on the other side of my subby new friend; I had selected the final row of the train for just this purpose of having three seats side by side, relying on the normal effects of my presence to keep them clear during my brief period alone. For his part my new friend edges closer to me with each of Robert's approaching footsteps before freezing in fear as he senses someone sitting next to him.

"It's ok slave." I coo quietly, "just keep your eyes closed, but know that a man just sat down next to you - the train's pretty crowded and I guess he's tired enough to resort to taking the only available seat."

I make a motion of leaning forward to look at Robert before returning to my new friend's ear to continue teasing him.

"Actually, checking him out he's pretty hot, nice big muscles, probably a big cock... What would you say to sucking him off for your Mistress? Is that something you'd be interested in or are you just into girls?"

Unlike his prior near-instant replies it takes him several seconds to respond. I wait patiently, knowing that this probably broke the script he had running in his head, crossing different lines of taboo than even coming out in public in his ostentatious outfit.

The silence stretches on and I decide to dial things back. My voice softens as I continue "it's ok if you won't, I just like knowing all I can about my slaves."

He's silent for a few moments longer as I wonder if I managed to screw things up and then I hear him say something, his words too soft for me to make out.

"What was that?" I ask. "You're too soft for me to hear."

"I like both." He replies, his words soft but lacking the breathless excitement of his prior statements - this sounds less like an act and more like a confession.

"Both what?" I ask calmly, holding my breath in anticipation of his response.

"Both genders - men, women..." his tone shifts as he starts to slip back into his head space "whatever Mistress wants."

Back on track I can't help myself as I push things just that little bit further. "So you're saying you'd be happy if the three of us went back to our private little alley from last week and you sucked him off while I pegged your hot ass?"

My heart beats fast as I listen to his reply.

"Yes, Mistress..." he replies, the breathy excitement back full force, "impale me from both ends... fill me and make me your slut."

Almost giddily I give him another squeeze without even thinking before tugging to wiggle his plug as I respond sultrily. "Oh, I will." I purr with barely contained excitement. "Now, slave," I state authoritatively. "Open your eyes, and look to your left."

I watch as his head slowly turns only for him to jump in surprise when Robert in his coat and gasmask comes into view.

"That's right." I state as I alternate letting out a little bit of pressure from the bulb with squeezing it a couple times in an effort to make it pulse in his ass. "This is one of my other friends. For now you can call him Master. Are you ready to cum with us this evening?"

The same soft, confessional tone as when he admitted to being bisexual is in his voice as he replies. "Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress." He pauses for a second before turning back to Robert to continue "and thank you Master."

I smile gleefully at my luck - first a boyfriend and now a hot subby bi-slave to play with. I glance excitedly up to check where we are, happy to note that the next stop is our destination. I hadn't decided until I saw his choice of outfit but my plan is now to get off a little earlier than I normally do and head straight to the fetish club rather than trawling through the more 'nilla clubs as is my normal wont.

"Now, one final question before we start our night together - what should I call you?"

He pauses in thought before replying "Sam" he states.

"Hmm, does that stand for Samuel, or Samantha?"

Despite his almost full-body covering I can sense his blush before he replies. "Both..."

I almost giggle with glee, who could have known the college boy I jerked off a week ago could have such fun, kinky dimensions? Running one hand down his side I wisper in his ear. "Mmm, I can't wait to have fun with that - your current outfit is certainly daring but I'm sure we can do a much better job using you as a nice sissy slave. Why, with your slender frame and some makeup I bet I could make you pass as my girlfriend! For now though, Sam, thank you for your submission and get ready, we're almost at our stop."

As we slow I pass the end of his leash to Robert and give a final squeeze of his tail before dropping the bulb to dangle back between his legs and rise to my feet. Ahead of me Robert starts off up the aisle, leash in one hand, bag of toys in the other.

It takes a moment but Sam soon rises to his feet, albeit unsteadily, and follows my boyfriend as I bring up the rear.

With each of his swaying steps I picture the bulb dangling under his skirt swinging and bouncing, each jolt traveling up the tube to cause his plug to wiggle inside. Feeling a bit jealous I whisper a message through the comm to Robert. "Honey, could I have a bit more anal fullness?" Without saying anything he reaches into his coat pocket and as I step off the train my rear plug swells.

Shuddering through a mini orgasm as the sound of the train pulling away causes my vibes to strongly buzz my suddenly more-crowded insides I am reminded of the risk of asking for something from a mischievously kinky boyfriend - even after the sound of the train fades my nipple stimulators continue to go swish, swish, swish; just enough attention to tease my horniness up another notch.

Realizing that my two guys have gotten a bit ahead of me while I was distracted I hurry my steps to keep up, the quickened pace causing the dual dongs to wiggle tantalizingly inside me.

Racing to catch up with my two men I think about the block and a half between the station and the club and wonder if I might have an orgasm before we even get inside...


Chapter X - Gotta Get Down on Friday (added: 2014/08/22)

Although it is only a small orgasm my mincing-step induced shimmy does serve to me off just before we reach the club. Walking past my two companions to take the lead I take Sam's leash in hand and knock on the door.

Sliding inside the bouncer starts to close the door behind me before noticing my two followers. "Woah, what you got here girl? I thought you were the perpetual lone wolf, here to watch and be watched."

"Yea, well... I met a guy on the way out last week, plus this fellow." I give an indicative tug on Sam's leash causing him to wobble on his platforms. "Well... he just kind of followed me so I guess now it's time to break him in."

The big bouncer smiles wide, the mouth-hole of his hood framing his toothy grin. "Oh that sounds like fun... maybe he should pay me a cover of sorts - to help with his training of course."

Through the leash I feel Sam stop quivering and go still in fear. I somehow sense that in his current state if I ordered it he'd obey me but I also know it'd be risky and this is a bit faster than I want to go.

"Hmm, tempting." I reply, reaching down to cup and stroke Sam's crotch, feeling something hard straining against whatever underwear lurks beneath his skirt. I draw out Sam's fear for a few moments before turning back to the bouncer "I think I'll have to turn you down however, I want to personally break in this cute piece of ass myself."

The bouncer throws his head back and laughs, his hearty haw-haw causing his barrel chest to bounce inside its tight rubber shirt. "Of course, of course, well whatever the three of you have planned, have a good evening." Stepping aside he gestures for us to make our way past and into the club.

I start to walk forward, looking back as the leash gets taught in my hand. Although he quickly springing into motion to follow me I note Sam continues to stare fearfully at the playfully leering bouncer until the three of us have passed into the club. The door closes behind us and Sam turns to looks out over the floor, coming to an immediate surprised halt.

Having bypassed my normal stops it is still quite early in the evening and the dungeon floor isn't anywhere close to full but there are still a handful of quite active couples at play. The overall tableau, combined with the display of furniture and fetish-dressed patrons I surmise must be quite the shock to a neophyte to the scene.

Still standing in shocked amazement it's Robert that gets Sam moving this time. Coming up behind Sam he presses his crotch bulge into the small of Sam's back - even with Sam atop platform boots Robert remains the taller of the pair. His face next to Sam's ear he speaks in a sultry baritone that would have me wet if I wasn't already sopping. "Come along now, slave, it's time for you to start your new life."

The statement and Roberts voice seems to have a similar power over Sam as it had with me and I can see the boy go a little wobbly in the knees, his moaned reply of "yes Master" barely audible. Showing signs of succumbing to a submissive daze Sam stumbles forward as Robert gives him a gentle push to continue following me down onto the floor.

Giving him a few extra moments to navigate the stairs - always the trickiest part of heels - I lead the way to a spanking bench and guide Sam into position lying on top of it.

"Now then slave, I know you meant well and you have overall been quite exceeding my expectations but your outfit..." Sam looks up at me as I shake my head sternly. "Personally I love it and am quite impressed at the ingenuity and daring of your first effort but when in public, one must show some restraint. Do you understand?"

As I wait for him to reply I whisper a secret message to Robert through our comm, wondering how Sam is interpreting our faux-psychic connection.

"I think so Mistress" Sam replies, his voice eager to please. "My breasts and collar make me look like too much of a wanton slut and I should have more modestly covered up the rest of my outfit before going out in public to meet you."

"Very good." I congratulate him as I finish binding him to the bench having clipping in place his wrists, buckled his ankles and tightened a strap over his corset-narrowed waist. "Now you know the reason I'm going to punish you, but you get a choice - would you like to receive your punishment with a flogger, a paddle, or by hand?"

Sam looks over to Robert next to a rack of punishment implements where the later man stands poised to grab something. I see his hand hovering menacingly near the handle of a cane but given the severity of such a tool I have decided against it until I better understand exactly how much of a pain slut my new friend is.

"Your hand please, Mistress." Sam replies almost immediately.

I chuckle slightly as I run my finger across his shoulder blades. Although I know I need to keep a clear head for this I can't resist giving myself a quick shot of enema-drug, feeling my body start to absorb the cocktail to send a shudder through my loins and put an extra spring in my step.

"Hmm, nice try there my little slave, but you aren't going to get off that easy, no... I think it's the paddle for you." Tracing down his spine as I talk I quickly locate the rear-zip of his skirt. As he starts to tremble under my touch I unzip the tight garment from the bottom up and I peel back the leather to expose his pert ass.

Baring his cute rear reveals the base of his inflatable plug with its hose sprouting tail-like before descending between his legs end at a bulb dangling below. Running alongside the plug down the center of his crack is the rear strap of a leather thong. Stepping around to get the view from behind I can just see the edge of the swelled pouch containing his obviously engorged cock.

"Very nice" I murmur as I give his plug a slight wiggle and wander back around to his front, standing with my legs spread so that his face is even level with my crotch. He is momentarily transfixed staring at me, and it comes as quite the surprise when the first paddle blow arrives courtesy of Robert.

Sam jumps at the impact , frantically looking around in confusion and I coo softly to him as Robert waits for the signal to deliver the next blow. "There there, you didn't think you'd earned the privilege of receiving your punishment directly from me, did you?"

As I talk I kneel down in front of him, cupping his gas-masked face to tilt his head back enough for him to look directly forward. So positioned I look into the eye-lenses of his mask, allowing me to see through to his wide brown eyes within. Unlike the tinted lenses of the masks Roberts and I wear Sam's are clear, allowing me to look through at the look of mixed fear and arousal in his eyes while his view back is of a faceless mask and twin images of himself reflected in my tinted and mirrored lenses.

"Now, slave," I continue, watching as his eyes closely to monitor his condition. "What do you say?"

"Th- thank you Master." He stammers out, his whole body a-quiver.

"Good," I congratulate, "are you ready to continue reviving your punishment?"

"Y-yes," he stammers before drawing forth a bit of courage to adding on. "Would Mistress like me to keep count?"

I start to smile before realizing he can't see me. "That sounds like a very good idea, and I think my slave should be rewarded for coming up with it - how would you like to look upon the face of your Mistress?"

His eyes grow wide as he replies. "Yes!, slave would like that very much."

The way he responds in the third person somehow has me even wetter and I make a mental note to train him to always speak in such a manner if our little arrangement continues. For now I reach behind my head to fiddle with the gas mask release, finally pulling it, the attached hood and my long-haired wig loose to reveal what lies beneath - a molded clear latex hood with holes for my eyes and mouth.

A slight change and addition from my prior Friday wear I decided on the under-hood for just such an eventuality. Originally I had thought of it with an eye towards a little gag play at the club with Robert while adhering to my "masks always" policy but this seemed like a good use as well. Knowing I might be visible (though my features still somewhat obscured and compressed by the tight material) I had taken the time to apply makeup as well, my lips a vibrant red as I smile at my wide-eyed slave.

"What do you think?" I ask making a kissing motion with my lips.

"You're, you're beautiful." He replies in awe.

I smile. "Why thank you Sam, but flattery isn't going to get you out of punishment."

As I finish speaking Robert resumes, landing another blow to Sam's rear, this one sounding a bit louder and harder than the first.

Pausing Robert waits several seconds before Sam catches his breath and squeaks out the word "one..."

"Very good." I reply. "Remember, they don't count if you don't count." Though it's something of a useless instruction given that I never stated a number he would have to endure, but in Sam's current borderline sub-space state I doubt he notices the discrepancy, especially as Robert follows up with another, even harder, blow.

Sam keeps count as Robert continues raining down smacks of the paddle. Although mostly sticking to an alternating pattern from cheek to cheek Robert mixes it up just enough to keep Sam off-guard and reeling. The whole time I cup Sam's face firmly, keeping him looking at me as I stare into his eyes. Although tears start to form at the edge of his eyes as his voice softens the way his eyelids flutter and his eyes go out of focus I can tell he is feeling more than just pain.

At twenty five I signal for Robert to stop before walking around behind to check his handiwork.

With the precision of a painter Robert has turned every bare inch of exposed flesh of Sam's ass and upper thighs a uniform shade of red. Reaching a hand out I begin gently massaging the sensitive flesh as my other hand reaches down between his legs to squeeze the bulb at the end of his tail.

The combination causes Sam to hiss in surprise and I wiggle his plug as I continue to gently rub his ass.

"Slave took his punishment very well - has he learned his lesson?"

"Yes Mistress." He replies. "Slave will show more restraint and decorum in public from now on. Thank you Master for administering slave's punishment."

Kneading both of his red cheeks I continue talking. "Is slave Sam still interested in feeling the slap of his Mistress' hand?"

He pauses before replying and I fill the void with another squeeze of his tail that causes him to let out a slight gasp.

"Yes Mistress." He replies, sounding a little short of breath.

"Alright," I say with a final squeeze of his butt - I'm quite liking how soft and smooth it feels. "You don't need to count this time, just enjoy the attentions of your Mistress." Any response is lost as I start slapping his rear, groping and slapping my way across his entire butt in an effort to refresh the redness throughout.

When I finish I pull his skirt back down and zip it closed before walking back around front as Robert starts releasing the bonds holding Sam and the spanking bench.

Back in next to his head I kneel down to look into Sam's eyes once more. I can tell immediately he's moved even deeper into subspace and it takes several seconds after I lift his chin before his eyes flutter open and slowly refocus on my face.

"Well Sam, how are you feeling?" I ask, my voice softer, a touch of concern lending it less of an authoritarian edge.

"That was wonderful." He replies, "even better than last week."

I can't help but smile in response, even if I get the feeling the second half of his statement may be something of an exaggeration meant to please me.

Gently pulling him to his feet by his leash I look at him seriously. "Now that your punishment is out of the way, what would you like to do? I still owe you for rising to the occasion of dressing up for me."

"I only wish to serve you." He replies quickly before adding a moment later, "and Master too, of course."

Wrapping my arms around him I pull Sam in for a hug before separating and kissing him on the front of his mask.

"That is an excellent attitude for a slave to have." I state, "but at the moment you're somewhat limited - you see the dress code here requires masks be worn at all time, and unlike me, you don't seem to have anything on under your gas-mask." I notice him droop slightly at this news before I turn to Robert. "Why don't you take our slave off to one of the private rooms and see about getting him a loaner, I'm going to see about setting something up for us by the time you get back."

I pass over the leash and Sam scampers off eagerly after Robert as I pull my gas mask back on so I can stay in communication with my boyfriend as I scan the room and plot.


Chapter XI - The Contest (added: 2014/08/22)

Looking around the room I eventually locate my targets and have just finished negotiating plans when I see Robert and Sam come back into view, our radio link making it trivial to direct Robert where to join us.

Robert is carrying Sam's gas mask in one hand, our slave's leash in the other as Sam is now wearing a basic white latex hood with mouth and eye openings and the club's stylized logo on the forehead in contrasting red. I know from observing others who have used the rental that the logo is on the back as well in a larger size it is currently obscured by the blonde wig with straight hair flowing down Sam's back.

I wait for the two of them to get close, Robert naturally assuming a parade-rest posture that Sam somewhat less-elegantly attempts to match and I start with introductions.

"Robert, slave Sam, this is Domina Jade and slave Kevin; they have graciously agreed to provide assistance."

Jade smiles, her green lips parting as she speaks. "It's about time you agreed to play with us, and bringing me such a cute new slave to break in... aren't you just the girl of mysteries..."

I nod graciously before turning back towards Sam. "As I was saying - Domina Jade here has generously offered the use of her slaves cock for you to demonstrate your devotion to me as well as begin honing skills you may one day be granted the privilege of demonstrating on your Master - are you ready to begin your training Sam?"

I watch him closely, the new hood letting me more easily see his eyes while the skin-tight latex allows me to pick up other tells from his facial expression. In the seconds it takes prior to his response I watch the battle going on in his head writ across his face - the fight between suppressed desire and the momentum of years of repression. The battle is swift, however and submerged lusts win out as he nods. "Yes Mistress, thank you."

I give him a moment to correct his mistake before prompting him with a bit of venom in my voice. "And?"

I can see the wheels turning in his mind as he frightfully tries to figure out what I'm asking for. Seconds tick by and a bead of sweat drips from Sam's forehead down through his eye hole and down the cheek of the hood. Fortunately he puts things together and he bows towards Kevin followed by Jade. "Thank you Kevin, and thank you Mistress Jade for the use of your slave."

Jade cocks an eyebrow and tips her head towards me "not bad, it looks like you may have a quick study here, though it's Domina Jade, not Mistress, make that mistake again and I'll be tanning that pert ass of yours myself.

Sam looks back fearfully as Jade treats him to a menacing grin before continuing "now, lets see if his oral skills extend beyond mere etiquette now, shall we?"

Taking hold of Sam's leash I guide him to a kneeling position on a leather-upholstered pad positioned between Kevin's legs. In response the other man slides to the edge of his seat and unbuttons the front panel of his leather pants to reveal his cock. Adorned in a silicone combination cockring and ball-stretcher his member is tumescent but not quite fully hard, hanging over the edge of the chair in between his spread legs.

Kneeling down next to and just behind Sam I gently stroke his ass through the skirt as Jade takes a position on the other side and begins giving him instructions.

"Alright my little boy... or is it girl?" she asks, giving one of his fake inflated breasts a squeeze.

"Either Mis- I mean Domina." he replies, correcting himself mid-word.

"Aww, isn't that cute, so malleable, only attached to your subordinate role - a definite formula for success as a slave."

"Thank you Domina." Sam replies, his voice rising towards the end as I tease him with a little wiggle of his plug without actually inflating it further.

"Now," Jade says sternly "have you ever given a blow-job before?"

"No Domina." Sam says meekly.

"In that case you should be extra sure to follow my instructions. First off you need to get him harder - start by licking the tip and gently massage his balls with your hand."

Sam hesitates for a moment, the final rally of societies expectations and rules as to what is proper heterosexual behavior battling against his deeper nature and desires. Desire winning yet another battle his lips part as he leans forward the final few inches to Kevin's cock he abandons himself to his lusts, a gentle kiss turning to more as he begins to lick and suck up and down the length of Kevin's entire rapidly-growing member.

I step back and watch as Sam stiffens even harder inside his too-tight thong, one hand reaching out to cup and fondle Kevin's low-stretched testicles as he tries to lick and kiss the other slave's cock all over.

Intensely turned on by the obvious pleasure the two men are sharing I back up to stand next to Robert, our hands roaming over each others bodies as the remote appears in his hand and he begins helpfully increasing my stimulation. Letting out a moan I give myself a shot of drugs and hug him close for stability as the two of us stare at the scene developing between Sam, Kevin and Jade.

Continuing to sultrily coach, her voice is just loud enough for us to listen in as Jade continues to whisper in Sam's ear.

"Good, make sure you run your tongue under his foreskin, he really likes that."

On command Sam slides his tongue under the pre-cum moist foreskin, swirling around and causing Kevin to let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"Very good." Jade congratulates. "Now that you have the penis fully hard it is time to suck it. Tell me slave, do you have a gag reflex?"

Seemingly reluctant to separate from the cock Sam nonetheless pauses in his attentions to reply apologetically. "Yes Domina, I tried deep-throating a carrot once, but it made me choke."

"That's alright, just know that you need to work on eliminating any trace of a gag reflex if you want to succeed as a true cock-hungry slut. Is that something you want?"

Already back to kissing and fondling as she talked he pauses again and to take a quick breath. "Very much so Domina," the final word slightly muffled as he rushes to return to licking and sucking.

Grabbing him by the back of the head Jade pulls him away from the cock and sternly admonishes him. "Your enthusiasm is commendable, slave, but it must not come at the expense of proper etiquette - is that understood."

His eyes filled with equal parts fear and lust Sam nods the best he can given his steep collar and the tight hold Jade has on his head. "Yes Domina, slave is sorry Domina."

"Good, now, well lets see how deeply you can take Kevin's cock in that slut mouth-hole of yours."

Letting go of his head Jade waits as Sam takes a deep breath before lowering his face over Kevin's sizable, diamond-hard member. Clearly having been prepared for this moment Robert uses the remote to cause the plugs in my ass and cunt to drive deeper into me in time to Sam's efforts. Combined with the already-present vibrations of both plugs and my clit and I have a quick orgasm and am rapidly approaching a second when both plugs quickly shrink as Sam's head jerks up and he coughs, barely having swallowed half of Kevin's thick length.

His eyes downturned as he replies in between coughs Sam is apologetic once more. "I'm sorry Domina, that's the best I can do, I promise I'll work hard at getting better."

Kissing him on the temple Jade chuckles softly. "That's alright, you did pretty well for a first-timer. That said, there's no time to start improving like the present, so lets see if we can get you doing a little better, as well as teaching you how to give the best head possible when confronted a cock beyond your ability to deep-throat."

"Start by wrapping your free hand around the base of his shaft - this allows you to give him stimulation along the full length while shortening how much you have to deal with with your mouth."

Sam does as instructed, his rubber-gloved hand wrapping around Kevin's thick trunk, moving up and down slightly as Sam's other hand continues to cup and fondle the other man's balls.

"Very good. Now you should take the rest of him into your mouth. Since you aren't yet able to use your throat to milk a cock you'll want to bob up and down in time to your hand's movement. Try to keep a tight seal with your mouth and suck hard to increase his sensitivity; and be sure to use your tongue - either on the tip as you practiced earlier or by pressing against the underside of his shaft."

After taking a moment to process the complex instructions Sam takes a deep breath and begins his second attempt at taking Kevin's cock into his mouth.

The shortened length caused by his hand makes this effort much more successful and it only takes a few strokes before Sam is bobbing happily, his fake blonde hair swinging slightly as he sucks, his own cock strains against it's thong-prison in confirmation of his enjoyment.

Keeping time with Sam's movements the plugs in my lower holes resume their short thrusts deep within me. Struggling to concentrate and not let my eyes roll back in pleasure I continue to stare lustfully at the erotic display before me. Making an effort to return the attention one of my hands snakes behind Robert to wiggle his plug while my other cups and kneads his swelled package through his pants. I would like nothing more than to drop to my knees and suck him off; tension-filled experimentation has shown that while I am still sensitive to touches elsewhere on my body when unprotected by rubber or some other material I am able to use my mouth to kiss and suck without risk.

Also from experience, however I know that, owing to his condition, such an act would cause Robert to almost immediately cum hard and I know the both of us would rather savor his excitement. Though he has shown no bitterness about the lopsided ratio of our respective orgasms, it still makes me feel guilty and motivated to ensure each of his orgasms is as powerful as possible.

Keeping a close eye on the whole scene around me I watch as Kevin moans slightly and bites his lip, closing his eyes as he holds off the oncoming orgasm that Jade has yet to grant him permission to enjoy. Ignorant of the potential punishment in store for his partner if his own efforts prove successful Sam is bobbing up and down faster and faster, sucking and licking for all he's worth as Jade whispers a constant stream of humiliating yet congratulatory words into his ear.

"That's right you little cocksucker, show your gusto. Make love to that cock while you think of all the others that will fuck your mouth in the future - cock after cock pounding into your throat, filling your stomach with endless loads of fresh, hot cum."

Almost frantic Sam whimpers in sorrow when Jade once again pulls him off, a thread of drool and pre-cum hanging between his lips and the tip of Kevin's cock for a moment breaking under the pressure of Sam's ragged breaths.

Forcing him to look up at Kevin's close-eyed yet obviously desperately ecstatic face Jade speaks, her voice more smolder than whisper. "You're doing very good, both in technique and enthusiasm for your duty but there's a couple final things you should know. First off - Kevin dear, how is our trainee doing?"

Breathing almost as hard as Sam, Kevin looks down into Sam's eager eyes "the slave is doing very good."

"He is? Then why haven't you cum yet?"

I smile in anticipation of the reply, I didn't give a full script for Jade and Kevin to follow when I asked them for assistance but I have a hunch as to where this is heading.

"Because I don't have permission to. I am only allowed to cum with permission from my Domina."

"That's right slave. What about you, Sam? What do you think about this? About your torturing Kevin with your mouth when he is not allowed to have release?"

His eyes wide (and his cock hard) at the revelation Sam stumbles through a response. "I-, this slave is sorry to have caused you discomfort, you just taste so good and he didn't know."

Responding on behalf of her slave Jade grins wide as she sets in motion the final act of her little play. "Your compassion for a fellow slave is commendable but always remember that it is a slave's primary duty to serve his or her dominant, even if that brings them into conflict with another submissive. Towards that end, I have a challenge for the two of you."

Sam stares up into Jades large emerald-green eyes as she grins wide and gleefully lays things out.

"Once I let you put your mouth back around Kevin's cock where it belongs you will have exactly two minutes to get him off. Of course Kevin still doesn't have permission to cum so if you succeed he will have to be punished for disobeying my standing order. To motivate you to do your best there will be two consequences you can look forward to."

Sam is enraptured by Jades voice and the sight of the hard cock dripping in front of him. For my part the whole scene is so hot I could cum at any moment but I try to hold off so as not to miss a word.

"If you win and manage to get Kevin off before your time is up, you will be allowed an orgasm of your own. Of course a true submissive might still throw the contest, believing that their own pleasure comes secondary to helping a fellow slave evade punishment. To make sure that you do not make this mistake..."

With a quick jerk she forces Sam to look directly at me and Robert, the two of us still wrapped around each other as we stare at him from behind our expressionless gas-masks.

"You see that? Your Master and Mistress have been watching your whole, wanton, sluttish display; and apparently quite enjoying it I believe. In fact, if I don't miss my guess, your Mistress has a vibrator or two hidden away under that suit and has gotten off several times as she watched you enthusiastically face-fuck yourself."

Holding him to keep his gaze focused on the two of us she continues. "Now, as I said before, if you win you get an orgasm and Kevin here gets punished. If you lose however you will have to select either your Master or your Mistress to receive a punishment in your stead. I will tie you to that frame over there." She quickly turns Sam's head to face a nearby St. Andrews cross before forcing him to look back at me and Robert. "Once secured, you will be forced to watch as your chosen victim receives a nice thorough flogging while they give my Kevin the orgasm you were unable to provide. Now, do you understand your instructions and the stakes at hand?"

Separating from my position curled around Robert the two of us face Sam together. We both cross our arms across our chests, looking at him sternly.

"Y-yes, I understand Domina" Sam stutters, his eyes fearfully darting between me, Robert and Kevin's cock hovering in the corner of his peripheral vision.

"Good." Jade states, finally releasing her firm grasp on his head. "Now, before you begin I'll give you a little bonus tip. Most men are too cowardly to admit it, but a little prostate stimulation can really rev them up. My slave Kevin here is of course a well-trained butt-slut with no such reservations, so feel free to add a finger or three in his ass to your efforts."

Staring down at the cock still glistening with his drool Sam replies softly "thank you Domina."

"You are welcome, now, remember, the two-minute timer starts as soon as your mouth is back wrapped around that juicy cock where it belongs."

Silence descends as Sam hesitantly licks his lips in preparation. I glance around momentarily and realize that our little play has attracted about a dozen opportunistic voyeurs - it will be interesting to see how Sam reacts to this revelation when he's finished.

With a final glance towards Robert and me, I give him a nod of encouragement and a smile appears on Sam's face. With a clever twinkle in the corner of his eye he turns back towards Kevin's member.

Bringing his mouth almost to the tip of the other man's cock Sam looks up at Kevin's flush face and speaks. "Thank you again for the use of your magnificent cock. I'm sorry about this."

Kevin's expression flashes with momentary confusion before Sam begins softly blowing across the head of the other mans cock. At the same time one hand slides between Kevins legs to home in on the man's exposed asshole, Sam's other hand running up and down the full length of the penis before him with long, smooth strokes.

I see a look of annoyance flash across Jade's face as she quickly glances over in my direction before glancing up at the face of her slave. When I proposed this bet to Jade I could tell she was relishing the thought of finally getting to play with me and from watching them other nights I knew she had well-founded confidence in her slave's self-control, from the look on her face I could tell things were no longer playing quite into her hands.

"What are you doing?" She asks Sam accusingly.

His fingers and hands never break rhythm as he stares intently up at Kevin's face he lets a little bit of smugness tinge his reply. "You said that the timer started when my mouth met his cock, there wasn't anything in the rules about my prepping him first."

Her eyes dart around to take in the assembled crowd but Jade keeps her expression neutral at the prospect of being embarrassed before the watching patrons.

"True," she replies as her hand, out of sight of Sam's focused gaze, slides down behind him. "There also aren't any rules against this." Finding the bulb of his tail she gives it a sharp squeeze causing Sam to let out a surprised yip and pause, one hand wrapped around the base of Kevin's cock, three fingers curled inside the man's ass.

"I think I'll just keep doing this until your lips are wrapped around his cock." She concludes, emphasizing the words lips and cock with an additional two squeezes.

I am reminded of my early curiosity as to how many squeezes Sam has received compared to what he can take. At a guess based on how heavy he is breathing and struggling trying to hold onto his concentration and as he resumes the pace of fingers and hand he must be nearing his limit.

"Well?" Jade taunts. "Why aren't those lips," SQUEEZE, "wrapped around that delicious cock?" SQUEEZE

With a final momentary glance in our direction Sam succumbs, ravenously descending on Kevin's cock with wide-eye'd gusto, slamming a full three quarters of its length into his mouth before remembering his earlier lesson and pulling back to wrap his hand back around the base.

Jade kindly allows a few seconds worth of air to slip past the release valve of Sam's plug, an act that causes him to moan around the cock filling his mouth, although without missing stride. In a fever Sam continues to suck, lick, stroke and pump Kevin's member while frantically burrowing his fingers deep into the other mans ass as he probes for the prostate.

Seconds tick by and I tear my gaze upwards to focus on Kevin's face. From my own judgment as well as the hint of concern in Jade's expression I have a feeling it's going to be close. The added stimulation from Sam's clever "cheat" seems to have thrown off Kevin and I watch as he struggles mightily to hold off his body's desperate desire to cum.

The halfway mark passing by and the final minute ticking away I think that perhaps the more experienced slave will win out - an eventuality I had originally expected, with an anticipating eye towards either enjoying Jade's attention or watching an expert dom go to town with Robert. Now, however, I can't help but root for Sam to pull it off, caught up with the fever of the crowd as I look back and forth between the time remaining counting down and Kevin and Sam.

Time nearly run out I start to think that Kevin is going to pull it off. Eyes closed he puffs air as his fingers grip the edge of the seat with as much white-knuckled intensity as I had last week struggling not to fall off my bar-stool at the techno club.

The counter hits ten and the assembled crowd begins chanting out the time remaining. Sam is apparently far too engulfed in his efforts to notice but the shout of "TEN!" causes Kevin's eyes to flip open in surprise as he notices the spectacle he has become.

I don't know if it's due to a spark of exhibitionism or just the momentary distraction but the chink in his armor widens, the yelled count hitting eight and I watch his gaze frantically flick down to look at Jade, his expression one of pleading as she sternly returns his stare.

"Seven... Six," I add my voice to the fray alongside Robert whose growled count causes a rumble of desire to go between my legs in perfect sync with him ramping all of my stimulators up towards full power.

"Five," Sam's head is almost a blur as it bobs rapidly, going to the limit of his deep-throat abilities as he throws everything he has into success. Kevin's legs are almost flailing as he shakes his own head back and forth in an attempt to hold out.

"Four" Sam thrusts down onto the cock, his own eyes closed in concentration, the entire length of Kevin's member disappearing into Sam's face as Sam's entire fist slips into Kevin's ass.

"Three!" the crowd shouts when I realize it's over. Sam's cheeks puff out and his eyes open wide.

"Two!," a few of those watching seem to have noticed that something is up as Sam looks to be struggling mightily to stay rooted around Kevin's cock.

"One!" sounds loudly and Sam loses his battle, his head pulling back, cum leaking out of his mouth as Kevin continues to spurt thick ropes of semen.

One hand still wraps around Kevin's cock Sam tries to aim as the crowd explodes in cheers as the timer clicks to 0 and a buzzer goes off. Initially successful he takes one spurt into his already-overflowing mouth before the cock bucks, spurting the rest across his face before falling still and beginning to droop slightly.

Both of the slaves looking exhausted Sam swallows and pulls his hand out from its position buried in Kevin's ass as he tries to catch his breath. Kevin sags in his seat, the tension leaving his body as he attempts to recover from what looks to have been a mind-blowing orgasm. For his part Sam finally notices the crowd that has formed. Even though his face is hidden beneath his mask I can tell from his posture that Sam is blushing before glancing in my direction to give a tired but triumphant grin.

My expression hidden behind my mask I push aside the vibrations still raging inside my outfit to give him a thumbs-up sign , his posture immediately straightens with pride.

"Thank you." Kevin whispers, his quiet voice somehow piercing through the noise of the crowd. The words draw Sam's attention upwards and the two slaves lock eyes for a moment before Kevin leans down for the two to share a sensuous kiss.

Drawing away slightly Kevin leans over and proceeds to kiss and lick the splattered cum from Sam's face and mask. Sam's head turns up with his mouth still open and Kevin snow-balls the glob of cum and saliva back into Sam's open mouth before descending lower to lick clean the drops that have dripped onto Sam's mammoth fake breasts.

"I'm sorry you had to lose." Sam states apologetically.

"It's ok," Kevin replies, "I wasn't expecting you to be so good, one of the best blow-jobs I've ever had."

"Thank you." Sam says bashfully as the two men draw together for another kiss.

Before their lips can make contact Jade pulls them apart. "Alright you two, that's enough." She gives a quick glance at Kevin who wilts meekly before turning her attentions back to Sam.

"You won, so congratulations. Now clean up the rest of your mess."

Obediently Sam gently sucks at the tip of Kevin's cock to make sure its drained, the sensation on his still-sensitive member causing Kevin to gasp. Switching to his tongue Sam gives the slowly deflating cock a once over before swishing the balls as well.

Making a show of inspecting his work Jade nods before grabbing Sam's collar and hauling him to his feet.

Still unsteady atop his platforms he tries to stand tall as several in the crowd flash thumbs up, mouth congratulations, or in a couple cases pantomime forcing him to go down on them.

"Stay here and watch the first part of the punishment you've inflicted on your partner, then you can rejoin your owners for your earned reward." Jade commands.

"Yes Domina" Sam replies, his voice rising at the end as Jade gives his tail a quick squeeze.

Standing up the large bulge of Sam's crotch is even more obvious, the well-sized package drawing looks of approval from the crowd and I wonder how much it would take to put him over the top - based on the quick finish of my hand-job the prior week after significantly less stimulation I imagine he is fit to burst.

As for myself Robert kills the power to my outfit. Despite the orgasms I've already had the sudden paucity of stimulation leaves me yearning for more and I reflexively administer a quick shot of drugs to tide me over.

Catching his breath Sam watches as Jade opens up a toybag and withdraws a jumble of chrome a bit larger than her fist. With practiced expertise she removes the cockring and slides Kevin's mostly-flaccid cock into the chastity device.

Sam looks on with wide-eyed fascination as the process continues. After double-checking that everything is secure Jade looks back up. "Hmm, you like? For losing control like that Kevin here owes me two weeks locked up. Does that sound exciting to you?"

Sam fails to reply and Jade continues on with a smirk. "I'll let your Mistress know where to buy you one, it's a much more proper way to keep a slave than to have them bulging vulgarly like you have all night."

Sam's jaw drops open in surprise and Jade springs into action, a large cock-shaped panel gag suddenly forced past his teeth her nimble fingers quickly buckle the full trainer harness around his head holding it in place.

"There, that should keep your too-skilled mouth out of trouble. You should recognize the artificial cock filling your mouth - its based off a copy of Kevin here. Considering your behavior earlier I'm sure you'll appreciate it keeping you quiet until your owner decides to let you speak again."

Sam's hands come up to his face to feel the front of the gag - the large panel fully covers his mouth from his chin all the way up to curve around the base of his nose. Contrasting the black leather material a single chromed metal ring lies flat across front over where his mouth would normally be.

Leaving Sam with his gag and his thoughts Jade turns back to her slave. A ball-gag appears in her hands and she shoves it into her slaves quickly-opened mouth and pulls his head down to buckle it tight behind his neck.

"There, now WE," she emphasizes by grabbing hold of Kevin's collar with one hand. "Are off to start Kevin's punishment." As the two of them turn away Sam see's Kevin's bare back, and its associated scars, for the first time. "I think thirty or forty blows of the single tail is a good start."

"Yyyyshhh mmm-mm-mmma" Kevin mumbles through his gag as he follows her off to another station, a few of the remaining crowd splintering off to tag along behind.

Sam remains standing in shock when Robert and I creep up on him. One hand grabbing his dangling leash my other reaches south to gently cup his bulging pouch. He jumps slightly in surprise but his gaze quickly softens submissively once he sees who it is.

"Very good, slave" I congratulate while slowly massaging his sack. Behind him Robert presses close, rubbing his matching bulge against the base of Sam's spine and giving the smaller man's tail a quick squeeze.

"Since you managed to win and keep me from enjoying the attentions of Domina Jade I guess it's time for that orgasm you were promised."

Sam's brow furrows under his latex mask as he looks up at me. Not wanting to remove his gag just yet I try to puzzle out the source of his confusion.

"Is something the matter? You didn't think I was afraid of you losing did you? As much as you ended up impressing me that challenge was setup for you to fail."

He tilts his head in continued bafflement, his attempted vocalized question mangled and muffled by the gag.

"What? You didn't think of that?"

He shakes his head firmly, his eyes showing a bit of frustrated concern.

"Oh, I see, you don't think your Mistress should plan to let herself be in a position at the submissive mercy of another, is that it?"

This time he nods and I think for a moment - how to explain how things are in regards to my switchy tendencies while not degrading the dominant persona he desires me to take.

"Hmm, think of it this way - you remember how you felt when I had you bound helpless to the spanking bench, and when I was spanking you with my hand?"

He nods, the look in his eyes immediately glazing over as he reflects back fondly on the experience.

"Well given how much you enjoyed that - would you deny your Mistress similar pleasures?"

His fantasizing reminiscing brought up short he quickly shakes his head.

"Good, because sometimes I feel like getting tied up nice and tight for a sound flogging or to have my brains fucked out - and your Master is the same way. So you better keep it straight in your mind that your owners will take their pleasure where they will, but no matter what form it takes it is only up to you to serve and obey, is that clear?"

He looks back and forth between me and Robert for a moment before finally nodding.

"Excellent - now that everything is cleared up lets take care of this." I clench his bulging package a little tighter causing him to groan softly through the gag. "Follow me, I have an idea how you can show your devotion while we take care of your reward."

Eagerly, if unsteadily, Sam follows after as I stride off, leash in hand.