The Life

He woke up and stretched under the satin sheets of the bed. He heard a soft moan by his side. He turned and smiled.

There she was. Well, of course, where else could she be? She was slowly squirming and moaning. He pulled the cover blankets off revealing her gleaming body coated with shiny black latex. Her legs were tightly strapped together and her arms were in her back in an elbow tie. She wasn't being punished or anything. This is what she asked for.

He turned to his side and gently caressed her body, starting at the thighs, over her chastity belt, over her crushing corset, then to her ample breasts.

She moaned and squirmed in the little play her bondage allowed. He gently squished her breasts then pinched the nipple. She yelped and then giggled. That was one good way to wake her up.

MonsterP63/Karen - Her New Life/1

Gently, he reached for the chain linking her collar to the headboard and released it. She used the ankle link, fixed to the foot of the bed, as a lever to pull herself up, sitting straight, and gently turning her bound arms to him.

After a little more caresses of her body, he gently removed the link linking her wrist cuffs and her elbow cuffs.

She moaned and gently let herself lay back on the bed, rubbing her arms. It was good to feel them again.

He gave her a kiss on her panel gag and got out of bed. She could barely hear, with ear plugs and latex over her ears, but she knew he was heading for the bathroom for his morning shower.

She gently removed her rubber blindfold. Now able to see, she removed the strap securing her knees together, then removed the link of her ankle cuffs linking them the foot of the bed. The only link left was a hobble chain, held there with padlocks to which she didn't had the keys. She turned and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling her feet touch the floor on their extreme high heel boots, and feeling that oh so welcome tug between her knees, thanks to the still linked knee cuffs.

She took a deep breath through her nose, feeling the restriction of the tight corset and, with the help of her arms, raised herself up from the bed. Oh, that first walk in ballet boots in the morning. Unsteady yet a lot of fun. It took a few steps for her brain to adjust as she steadied herself holding the wall, but by the time she reached the door, she was walking straight. She stopped and took a small chain along with two padlocks, that she put it on between her wrists. Hey, there was no way she was going through the house unrestrained...

She expertly walked to the kitchen, feeling her buns being pinched by the extra thick and tight latex coating her whole body, from the tip of her toes to the tips of her fingers. She had no way out as it had been glued something like a year before. That's what she wanted. That's what she asked for, and that's what she loved: total latex coverage and constant bondage.

Feeling her ankles reached the end of her short hobble chain with each step was a thrill every time, especially with her knee cuffs interfering. It forced her to use her hips, which were somewhat locked with the corset and the chastity belt.

Extending her latex coated index finger, she pressed the button of the already prepped coffee maker then headed for the stove. Her man liked scrambled eggs, Canadian bacon and roasted potatoes in the morning, and she obliged. Well, cooking all tied up was so much a pleasure.

Balancing on her ballet boots heels, she struggled to take care of all the pans at the same time with her wrists tied up. That was not easy, and it was part of the fun. Her collar impaired with her head, and thus looking at what she was doing. The good thing about being coated in rubber was that the splashy grease didn't do a thing to her.

She was bound (pun intended) to make mistakes, and she was counting on it. Mistakes means more restriction, means more fun. Of course, with the restriction she likes, she would be silenced, and that's referring to her toys, a longer time, as seen fit by her man.

MonsterP63/Karen - Her New Life/2

He showed up at the dining room just as she was finishing his breakfast. He was a fetishist too, having put on a latex pyjama, in other words, a catsuit, and high heels. He walked to her, still at the stove, to take his cup of coffee, using that opportunity to gently squeeze her bun. She moaned. He giggled. He reached and linked her elbows with a chain limiting her movements, groped her butt again and left with his mug of coffee.

He sat at the dining table and waited, admiring her curves reflecting under the morning sun peeking through the window. She was beautiful, both in and out. She was perfect for him, and he was perfect for her.

Struggling, she finished the cooking and grabbed a plate to fill it. She turned around. He could see she was smiling under her panel gag as she hobbled her way to the dining table, holding the plate, restricted by her wrist cuffs and her elbow cuffs.

He loved seeing her struggle, and she loved to struggle to make the simplest of tasks.

She reached the dining table and manage to put down the plate. Impaired by her bounds, some pieces of scramble eggs and one piece of roasted potatoes fell off of it.

He made a show of picking them up and putting them back on the plate while she took her coffee mug to refill it. His orders was the cup to be as full as possible from the counter to the table. Yes, she would spill some. He was counting on it, and she was too.

She placed the dripping cup on the table then stood slightly besides him, standing straight although slowly balancing from one foot to the other to keep her balance, awaiting any commands.

He ate his breakfast and drank his coffee, taking his time, while reading something (perhaps a story) from his tablet. Once done, he got up and looked at Karen with love in his eyes. He gently removed the large gag, a pool of drool spewing out of her mouth, dripping down to her latex enclosed breasts.

"Your turn," he said, as he walked away to get dressed to go to work.

She wiped the drool off and made her own breakfast before sitting down. She ate in a hurry. She had the time he would need to get ready before the gag would be put back. And with both wrist tied together, that was taking a longer time than being unrestrained. One day, she wouldn't have to do that. It was her wishes. It was her plan. Their plan.

He came back just as she was chewing the last bite. He was wearing his classic dress pants, shirt and tie, and she knew very well what he was hiding underneath: a clear latex catsuit. Well, you're a latex fetishist or you aren't. She quickly emptied her cup of coffee and stood up. He looked at her, smiling, and gave her a passionate kiss. Damn, she would have loved to be able to wrap her arms around him for a good squeeze. As soon as their lips parted, he gently put the large gag back into her mouth, leaving time to work her tongue around, then locked the flap in place. She would be unable to take it off. She didn't mind, she liked it that way. He turned her around and linked a long chain between her elbows, allowing them to reach the sides of her chest but no more.

"Have a nice day, dear," he said, as he walked out to the garage to take the car, but he turned around just as quick, taking his cell phone in his hands. "Damn, almost forgot," he said, punching a few keys.

She felt a little jolt on her toys and she knew what it meant: they were turned off. Punishment for spilling too much coffee, or something other she didn't realised. Nevertheless, she wouldn't have 'fun" for the day.

She had access to the app but his phone had a higher priority and if he turned them off, they would stay off, no matter what she tried.

She looked at the car drive away and turned around, hearing and feeling the steel hardware locking her in. She had chores to do. He had left a list on her pad. She took it. Good thing the latex gloves didn't blocked the touch-sensitive screen. The list was for the usual: cleaning, dusting, some laundry. With her elbows tied, giving her limited range of movement, that would mean a tough challenge. What a lovely thought from him!

She proceeded with the tasks. For someone unrestrained, this was something that could be taken care of in two hours. She would take most of the day, but she was enjoying every minute of the struggles, feeling the tight latex squish her arms, the corset blocking her movements, the high heels clicking, the chains clanking, her buns pinching and her jaw aching from the gag. Everything brought pleasure.

If only...

She tried to pull on her chastity belt, to make the toys move, but it did nothing. She was completely denied.

How frustrating.

How arousing.

She took a small break to drink a protein shake through a straw she fed under the panel gag. It was not easy. She couldn't suck on the straw, so she had to put the shake into a squeezable bottle and push it in.

One day, she wouldn't have to do that.

Her man was back home at around 18:30. She had to prepare the dinner. Again, being tied up made it a challenge. A wonderful challenge. Especially with what meal to prep. She couldn't reach much of the shelf of the pantry. It had to be simple, yet tasty.

When he entered the room, she was there, by the door, waiting for him. He entered, smelled the perfume of the meal and smiled. Yes, she was awesome! He gave her a small kiss on her latex coated forehead and unlocked the elbow chain, giving her a larger range of movement.

She couldn't taste anything she had cooked but she knew she was missing some spices, so while he went to change, she quickly added the needed spices, hoping it would be good. Smell is one thing. Taste is another.

She heard him walk back. Keeping his clear catsuit, he had added latex jeans and a latex T-shirt, and put on some high heels of his own.

"May I?" he asked, getting closer to the stove.

Karen made a step back, leaving him to taste her meal. He was a fetishist but he wasn't dumb. He knew that she couldn't taste and he was not eager to have something inedible in his plate. She was allowed a few corrections without consequences, but if it was really bad, like the time he actually ordered take-out, then she would have a hard time. That time, her punishment lasted three days. Three days tied to the X-frame. No rest, and especially, absolutely no stimulation. It was fun for the first day, but after 3 days, she learned her lessons: read carefully the recipe. 1/4 of a teaspoon of ginger is NOT 4 teaspoons...

He grinned a little, adjusting the spicing until he was somewhat satisfied.

He took place a the dining table and she served him, taking place, as usual, just behind his chair, ready to fulfil his every desires, quickly refilling his glass of wine or bringing him his tea. As usual, when it was done, he removed her gag and let her eat. That's when she learned first hand that it wasn't tasting that good. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good either. Would she be punished for it? It all depended on his mood, and he seemed to be into a good mood, so. She might get a fun evening.

The the gag was put back in place when she was done, for the time she washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen.

He was in the living room, browsing his DVD collection. It meant a movie. Great! It meant that she would most surely spend the evening sitting besides him, cuddling.

Once the DVD was on and the menu appeared, he walked away to the equipment room. When he returned Karen made wide eyes.

"No," she said, nodding her head in disapproval, "not the head ball!"

She hated that device. It was a heavy stainless steel ball that would fit over her head. It had been molded exactly to her features. The inside was lined like the inside of a motorcycle helmet, meaning high density foam. Yes, it had a soft liner, but still, it was rigid and dreadfully tight fitting, squishing her head in all directions, and pinching her mouth shut hard.

He removed her collar and the head harness gag. She mouthed no and nodded of the head, but he stayed cold.

He approached the front part of her face. She had to open wide to fit the large and deep gag, almost triggering her gag reflex, then he closed the back half. She could feel her head getting squeezed. Pads were pushing on her eyeballs. The liner was squeezing her cheeks and forcing her lower jaw up against the gag. The large collar forced her head upright. She was quick to hear the power screwdriver close it shut, squishing her head even more as any loose space was was filled with pressure.

She could breath through a tube going to her nose, but even that hose had a charcoal filter, removing all odors. She was blind, mute. She couldn't taste nothing but the rubber gag and she couldn't smell anything.

Of course, her latex coated body removed every outside feelings, especially since her arms were put into a dreadful armbinder, pinning them on her back.

Well, at least she would sit.

She thought.

He had her move. She had no idea where she was getting moved, following his tugs. She wasn't sit. She knew what was coming and she had the confirmation when she felt a tug down on her ankle chains: she was linked to the floor, and the noise coming from her ball head indicated her that it was fixed to the ceiling winch. A pull on her neck proved the setup. She couldn't move much. She was standing straight, head stretched upward, arms in her back, legs together. She moaned her disapproval. But it changed nothing.

She could feel the vibrations of the sound, of some of the music through her body but she couldn't tell which movie it was.

Then there was a pause. Finally, the movie was over, she would be freed. She thought.

He went to the kitchen and came back a few minutes later with a bowl of hot popcorn. He slowly passed the bowl near her, but she didn't reacted: the smell suppressor was working fine.

He picked his phone. Karen jolted and he resumed the movie.

Her world changed. The toys came alive, and obviously, reacting to the noise of the movie. She had no clue what it was but it was, for sure, an action movie, and she was living every fight.

She was quickly squirming, reaching the limits of her range of movement every time. Well, technically, she was already a the limits of her range of movement.

Each pull on her neck, each time she lost balance on her ballet heels, each time she tried to move her arms, each time she twisted her hips, she was feeling the tugs of the chain, which only amplified the pleasure building inside her by the toys, vibrating, twisting, humping, and that was not counting the small electrodes on her inner thighs, over her crotch, on her buns and around her nipples, all firing in the most dreadful sequence.

He was watching her squirm more than he was watching the movie, eating handful of popcorn while smiling, looking at this tightly latex encased woman's body, squirm with delight. He could hear her faint yelps and moans depending on what was fired and how strong. He was appreciating how the light was reflecting out of her curvaceous body, twisting, fighting the restraints, aiming for her fantasy orgasm.

And she got it. Her body was suddenly ran over by strong convulsions as her brain short-circuited from the pleasure that seemed to bounce from her feet to her head again and again, in an endless loop of orgasms.

He took his phone and removed the mic trigger functions, putting it into manual control to send it to full blast on all channels.

He immediately saw her body tensing up, her moans changed to muffled screams as she launched again.

As her body became limp, he gradually lowered the power of the toys until they reached zero. She was struggling to stay upright, so not to end up hanging from her head.

He lowered the winch, unhooking it from the ball head and helped her get down on the floor, kneeling first then laying on her side, her ankles still firmly linked to the floor ring. No way she was getting free! Not now.

Her breath was slowing down. She squirmed and bang her ball head on the floor a few times. Oh, he knew what that meant: she wanted more! She was trying to extract every little left over feelings of her tightly squeezed head. She had a love-hate relationship with that device. She hated to love it. Or was it she loved to hate it?

He gently took the power screwdriver and slowly removed each screw, leaving her anticipate her release. She had exhausted eyes when he took off the ball, but a weird smile over her mouth.

Without leaving her time to rest, he snapped a blindfold in place and helped her kneel. He then took his latex jeans off, opened his own crotch zipper, letting out an erected manhood, coated in clear latex and shoving it down her mouth.

She immediately began to suck on it. She had had her pleasure, it was time for his. And with the sight he had just seen, he was horny and ready and the blow job quickly fulfilled his desires as his head tilted backward while the penis sheath was filled with white goo.

"Sarcophagus for tonight?" he asked her.

"Whatever..." she mumbled back, probably not fully realizing what he asked her, but this was her answer, and he obliged.

The panel gag harness was quickly put in place and while she was still resting, laying down on the floor, ankles still linked the ring, he walked again to the device room and came back with two boxes of vet wrap.

He grabbed her and put her back up again, adding her collar and linking it to the ceiling winch, forcing her to stand up.

He took the first roll of black vet wrap and began to wrap her legs together, overlapping two-thirds of each layer and stretching to its maximum.

When he reached her upper hips, he stopped and removed her arms from the armbinder.

By this time, Karen had realized what she had agreed to and she knew there was no turning back. She opened her arms to allow him to wrap her hips and her upper body up to her neck, but also her arms, individually. He then placed her arms on her chest, crossing them so the palms of one hand was on the shoulder of the other arm, and he proceeded to wrap them in place, ending with wrapping her head.

He took the other case of vet wrap, white this time, and proceeded to add another layer to her already tightly wrapped body.

She was squirming. It felt so comfy to be all cuddled by bondage like that, and she knew it would become tighter. A lot tighter.

Once she was all wrapped up in white vet wrap, he gathered what was left of the rolls and brought them back to the device room. He came back, unhooked Karen's feet from the floor chain, and her collar from the ceiling winch. Picking her over his shoulder, he brought her to the equipment room where, on the floor, was something that could be identified as an Egyptian sarcophagus, with all the engravings and stuff.

He carefully placed her inside it, half sitting, and pulled her so that her feet would be at the right place. She let her upper body slowly drop down, but her body didn't entered the box, it was like it was floating over it.

That's where the "tighter" came into play. The box had been lined with the same high-density foam as her head ball, and she needed to be literally squeezed in!

He pushed on her stomach to squeezed it down the sarcophagus, then slowly, pushed her legs in, before returning for her upper body. It was a tight fit. A very tight fit.

He then lowered the upper part, which would squeeze her even more. Fresh air was pumped toward her nose.

The box was closed with adjustable hasps with five steps, and he had to use all of those steps to close the box.

Inside it, Karen was feeling more and more squished, compressed, and that was damn good! Frightening, as always, but the feeling was imply overwhelming. Of course, once all fastened, she couldn't move a thing. She was completely immobile! The sarcophagus was then put upright, although slightly slanted, in the corner of the bedroom.

That kind of reminded her of that time he went on a business trip and she asked him to put her into a fibreglass body cast for the duration of her trip.

That had proved a little bold from her part but an experience she would never forget. That had been difficult but oh, so arousing!

She kind of half-slept, fighting the arousal of the silent toys but felt very hard thanks to the compression, her struggle to breath, her desire to move and the thought trying to have an orgasm she knew was unobtainable.

She was freed the next morning and the whole morning routine was repeated. She just loved that life, and one day, it will become even better.

Three weeks later, over the weekend, he announced her that he had to go away for another business trip.

"No, you won't spend a week in a fibreglass cast," he said with a smile. "Actually, you're coming with me."

"MmmmMMM???"

"It's a six hours drive*. No plane or custom to go through. I rented a suite so you'll have plenty of space to move around."

*You can drive for six hours of highways and main roads and still be in the province of Quebec... That's how large this place is. It's almost 7 hours from Montreal, Quebec to Niagara Falls, Ontario. - I once travelled, by bus, from my home to Niagara, and with the transfers and layovers, the whole trip took... 22 excruciating hours... Greyhound bus sucks...

On Sunday morning, he led her to the car. He had switched her corset to a red leather one. She was free apart from a chain linking her elbows from the back, with enough slack to reach the sides or her body but nothing more.

It was a luxury SUV with dark tinted windows. She wouldn't be seen unless someone stick its nose to the window to look. She took place in the back seat on the passenger side. It had been changed from a standard seat to one looking like a racecar driver's seat. After all, this wasn't her first car ride in bondage.

He began with her feet, linking the ankle cuffs to rings bolted to the floor of the SUV. Two chains on each ankles, one on each side. There was no way her ankles could move from there. Taking a five-points safety belt, he tightly strapped her to the seat. Those straps had been modified to be allowed to be set extra-tight without any play. Opening the trunk, he took a steel apparatus that looked like a tree. It had two steel rings linked together with a short rod. From that rod started a long vertical "spine" rod ending with another steel ring. In the middle of that rod, was another junction with a smaller horizontal rod, ending again with two steel rings. Every joint had an angle which became obvious as it was installed on her.

The two end rings were fastened around her knees, linking them together. The end ring was her neck collar, and the two side rings was for her wrists, keeping them parallel to her body. Once her wrists were in those cuffs, with the chain holding her elbows close to her body, she couldn't move much.

He left her there for close to half an hour while he was preparing the suitcases. She tried to wiggle, to have some feeling in her crotch, but there was nothing. This could be a very boring trip, depending on how he set up her toys.

Finally, he came back, put the suitcases in the trunk and checked on Karen.

"You're okay in there?" he asked, to which she nodded yes and tried to wiggle her hips to sort of send him a message to, you know, do something. He simply smiled and put the blindfold over her eyes.

And they were off. Being blindfolded, she was able to follow, from memory, where he was driving but he always took different routes once off of the neighborhood, just to screw with her mind. The road was quite bumpy, like any "good" road in Quebec (they don't stay new for long), and she was only feeling her dead toys as the car moved forward, break, turned left, right, past a railroad track. Another traffic light, another stop, another turn and she felt they were on the highway. She moaned, trying to pass the message "did you forget about me?"

No answer.

She had no way to tell the time. She couldn't even take a hint from the sun since it was overcast. They were constantly moving anyway.

She figured they were half-way through the trip when he stopped. He got out of the car, leaving her to herself. Well, not quite. She felt a jolt. Then another one. Soon, she was squirming in the confines of her bondage. Yes, the toys had been turned on but just at teasing level. That was enough to make her grunt while she heard the sound of the gasoline nozzle being put in the car. The jolts were... weird. No pattern or anything she could reference to. When she heard the nozzle being pull out, she felt more jolts, and more, but it turned quiet when he sat down at the wheel.

Then, as the car began to drive away, it dawned on her! It was setup with his phone movements!

A turn to the left gave a zap to her inner thighs. A turn to the right, gave a zap at her breasts. Moving forward triggered the vaginal dildo and slowing down triggered her buttplug.

It was the first time she experienced that setup. Once he hit the highway, things were relatively calm, cruising at a constant speed with low radius curves, but he seemed to enter some traffic, and the breaking and acceleration, changing lanes and stuff, began.

Shit! Not only she was triggered by the toys but the constant moving of the car was throwing herself against the safety belts, pulling on her steel device, all that while being screwed and zapped.

She moaned, louder and louder. He was frequently looking at her through his rear-view mirror, smiling. He rubbed his manhood a few times. He was in his full business attire and of course, had his latex catsuit on. He was not to let her have all the fun.

At one point, he saw her throwing herself at the safety belts and pulling hard on all her hardware. Yes, she was having one. Her low pitch grunting was giving the final clue.

She was in a world of total mayhem. Pleasure mayhem. Her brain couldn't make up any kind of patterns and having her body being thrown in all directions at the same time, was screwing everything up. It made her have one of the best orgasm of her life! But it wasn't all, the trip wasn't over. Quickly, another orgasm was building up, getting stronger then... all stopped.

Fuck! A traffic light? Not now! She squirmed hard in her restraints to show his frustration. What did he do? Laugh! Fuck!! That was devilish!

A few more traffic lights, a sharp turn right, a turn left, a sudden drop, she figured they had entered some underground parking lot. Then everything stopped.

He opened her door but did not release her.

"I'll check us in and will come back for you shorty." he said, giving her a kiss on her latex cheek, then closed the door.

She felt a jolt, then another one. Damn! The app was still running on his phone as he walked away, climb the stairs, then took the elevator or something, walking some more. She was getting vibes, kicks, humps and zaps in a totally unbelievable sequence. And her total restriction was just making everything worse!

There was a time of silence, allowing her to breathe, then it started again. He was coming back, she hoped. She heard the door open. She moaned, she screamed and he laughed.

He removed her restraints, locking her arms in her back in an elbow tie and linking her ankles with a hobble chain, then snapping a leash at her collar he gently tugged.

Hotel Adventure

"Don't worry, we're in a private parking with a private elevator. Nobody is going to see you," he said, giving a sharper tug on the leash.

She followed but the thing was that his app was still on, sending her signals with every steps he made.

When they reached their suite, she was hot and ready to explode. Still unable to see, he guided her somewhere and then suddenly pushed her back. her legs hit something and she fell backward. Sort of anticipating it, she let herself drop, sure nothing bad would happen. Of course, she landed on a soft mattress and he was quickly over her, rubbing her tightly encased thighs, her crushed waist, her erected nipples. He removed the chastity belt and pulled the vaginal toy away to make room for HIS toy. She was still tied up and feeling his body press against hers was the last kick she needed to orgasm. And it was as quick as he was. Yeah, he evidently worked himself up with all her squirming in the car.

After they both had their pleasure run, he laid besides her, gently caressing her shoulders, her neck, her latex covered face. He removed the blindfold.

"To think that, one day, I will never be able to look at those wonderful eyes."

She looked at her puzzled. He removed the gag.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your dream? Your fantasy of being totally encased in rubber, sealed for... life. You... You still have that fantasy, yes?"

"Yes, I have it, but it's a fantasy. I know that it might not be feasible, but yes it is my... but why?"

"Well, if that business trip works as well as I hope for, you might get it."

"But... But... We won't be able to make real love, if I'm all plugged up and stuff..." she said.

He smiled.

"Don't worry. With technology, everything is possible, dear. Anyway, you obviously can't come to the dining hall, so I'll have something delivered for you," he said, giving her the hotel's menu. "What do you want?"

He tied her up to the small dining table provided and got her meal from the delivery and left her to it while he went to the dining room. He said that he had people to meet.

She slept, by his side, like most nights at home, tied up, except not linked to the bed frame itself, just a simple elbow-tie and legs together.

The next morning, he dressed up and called for breakfast to be delivered. They ate together then he linked her arms in her back and ankles together.

"I know it can be quite boring for you, and I am sorry. If you have any ideas, just tell me."

She had none, so she spent the day walking around the room, having long looks outside at the cityscape. She didn't know what floor they were but they were near if not at the top of the hotel, many, many stories high.

It gave her time to think about her fantasy. Was she really willing to go for it? This was quite a commitment. A change of life. How good is a fantasy? What one imagine is rarely the real thing.

The rest of the day was uneventful. For the evening, her man was working on his computer, so, to have her entertained, he had her keeled, tied in a frog tie, with her toys on the random setting. At least, she would not get bored.

The next day, without explaining why, he had her tied up, spread eagled, on the bed, with some rope. It was a tight stretch, leaving her barely able to move. Blindfolded and mute, she could only think to pass the time because, apparently, he forgot to turn her toys on.

She heard a noise. Ah, her man was back, hopefully to turn her toys on.

"Cleaning lady!" she heard someone say.

MonsterP63/Karen - Her New Life/3

"Shit!" she thought. "He forgot to put the not disturb sign!."

She stop breathing, as if this was going to hide her, hide a shiny black body, stretched wide on a bed, to become suddenly invisible.

"Oh... my..." she heard.

Karen tried not to move. Yeah right. For one, it was easy, for two... what use? She felt the mattress being depressed. Whoever it was was leaning on it, getting closer. She felt fingers gently touching her latex face. She moaned.

"You're real? Cool..." said the woman's voice.

Her hand slowly ran down her neck, down to her chest, to her breast. She felt one finger, one long nail, gently scrape her latex skin around her breasts, making a "8" pattern a few times before stopping.

She felt her moving on the bed, then she sat over her corseted stomach. The fingers reappeared on her breasts, one around each breasts, scratching in opposite direction while turning around, slowly getting higher and higher, reaching her nipples, gently drawing circles around them. Karen moaned which made the cleaning lady giggle.

She pinched her nipples. Softly at first then going harder, before squishing her breasts.

"You like that, don't you?" she said.

Karen moaned.

The woman slowly laid down over her. She felt and heard something hard hit her chastity belt, then something hard push against her chest, like... steel. Was she wearing a chastity belt and a chastity bra?

While her hands were caressing her breasts, her mouth was kissing Karen's panel gag.

"Damn, feels so weird and so good to touch latex like that," she said, banging her belt against Karen's. "Don't worry, I'm locked out too." she said, hitting the belts harder.

Karen felt the jolts and it was arousing. Quite pleasurable, in fact. The whole situation was pleasurable. Was it her total helplessness, the fact that a stranger was caressing her or the fact that she too was wearing steel? She couldn't tell, but what she could tell was that she was enjoying it.

There was more humping from the cleaning lady. Karen moaned louder. Yes, it was good. Would she orgasm? She didn't know but she was willing to try, but judging by the noises SHE was making, she was getting close to one. Oh, there it was.

How frustrating! That stranger was having an orgasm while she was just getting teased.

The cleaning lady gradually stopped her humping, stopping hitting the belts against one another.

"I guess I made the right choice to put dildos with loose steel balls inside them, right? Well, too bad you didn't had any," she said giggling. "Well, I have work to do don't I?" she said, suddenly climbing off Karen's body.

She heard the bathroom being cleaned, then the vacuum. When she reached near the bed, the cleaning lady put the vacuum hose against Karen's erected nipples, sucking on them in, one after the other, while she was trying to slid her fingers between Karen's belt and her latex suit, but the belt was too tight.

Karen then felt something hard hit on her belt while the vacuum was sucking on her breasts. Oh damn! That was good. So good. Yes, the orgasm was building and building fast. Yes, one more hit, yes, another, another and...Her body tensed as the orgasm ran through it. Her scream was muffled as the cleaning lady let go of the vacuum to jump back on her, humping chastity belt against chastity belt while she was squishing her breasts.

Karen was fighting her restraints, pulling on the ropes. She pulled so hard that she heard a loud crack and felt she was falling and suddenly, she was leaning her head lower than her feet, the cleaning lady stumbling forward, her stomach over Karen's face, giggling.

"Oh... That's bad!" said the cleaning lady. "I'm gonna have to send a maintenance crew to fix that."

With her arms now free, Karen removed the blindfold. She saw a short blond woman, calling on the phone. She was naked except for a full chastity gear: belt, bra and thigh cuffs.

"Ah, yes, this is Sandra. I will need a maintenance crew on the Presidential Suite. the main bed collapsed... I don't know, I was changing the sheets and I tried to push it against the wall and the whole head collapsed... yes... Don't be silly... Yes... Ask him to call the room, please... Yes... Thank you."

Sandra then realized that Karen had freed herself and was looking at her.

"Oh... you're free. I guess you should hi... Oh wait," she said, as the phone rang. "Yes... Ah, yes, sir... Yes, I guess I went a little too hard... (giggling)... yes... Oh? Of course... No problem, sir. I'll take care of her. Thank you and have a good day,"

"So... I am to tie you up and put you in the closet of the guest's room of the suite for you to spend the rest of the day there, since I can't tell when the maintenance crew will come in."

Karen looked at her with puzzled eyes.

"Oh, me and your man are long-time acquaintances. If you will..." she said, pointing to the guest room.

A short time later, she was sitting at the bottom of the closet, legs tied with rope at the ankles, below and over the knees, upper thighs, her arms in an elbow tie in her back, and more rope securing them around her body. She was sitting with her legs slightly bent, her ankles linked to her wrists. She would not move from there.

"I was supposed to turn your toys on as I left but... You have to keep silent, so... Sorry," she said, closing the door.

Karen heard her doing some more cleaning, she was there for that after all, then the door opened. Sandra reappeared, this time in her cleaning lady uniform, hiding all her steel gear.

"I'm done here. Just remember not to get discovered," she said with a smirk. "You're a lucky gal," she added, closing the door and walking away.

She heard the maintenance crew come in. She had a little anxiety attack when they approached her closet and almost opened the door, looking for some part, but the other guy found it and it was just a close call.

She wasn't afraid to be discovered per se, she was just not very incline to have to give the explanation why she was tied up in the first place.

When her man came back, he smiled and laughed at her mishap and promised to make it up to her.

"And that cleaning lady is named Sandra. She's an acquaintance of mine and she is herself quite kinky. Did you see if she had her chastity belt and bra on her? "

"Yes she had," she said, between two bites of her dinner.

"I actually called her and said I would be staying there with you and she asked if she could have some fun with you. I didn't thought it would be that funny."

"That was not really funny, you know?" she said, giggling, because thinking about it, it was funny.

That night, she spent it hogtied, a 'punishment' for breaking the bed.

The next morning, before he went to the shower, he set her up with a straight tie, arms in her back, legs tightly cinched together, laying on the bed. Her neck and her feet were tied to the bed. This way, she wouldn't have enough strength to break it.

She figured she wouldn't spend the whole day like that. That would be cruel. Or would it? She squirmed as she heard him get out of the shower, but he was stumping.

"Shit! I forgot we had an early meeting this morning!" he said, rushing around to get dressed and he quickly left, not even saying goodbye. He was simply rushing out.

Okay, ti was probably a prank. She moaned. No answer. She waited some more. She moaned louder. Still no answer.

"Well, that was not what I had in mind to spend the day..." she said to herself.

But what else could she do? The best she could do is enjoy her situation. She squirmed, gently, trying to get something to arouse her. But her toys were dead silent. Yes, she could feel them move, tease her but... That would be a very boring day.

She had no idea of the time, except the sun slowly moving over her black latex clad body. She could feel it's heat where it was shining directly on her. That was awesome but also almost a burning sensation. Sunlight can be really hot, especially on black. It made her squirm, tried to move away, or to change the location of the burning rays. But she couldn't move more than a few centimetre.

What was that? Was that the elevator door? Pete was coming back. She moaned and squirmed to attract his attention.

Nothing. She heard the private elevator door close. Or thought it was that. Perhaps is was just an error from the elevator.

She felt something on the bed. Wait, did she really felt it or was it her imagination?

A hand touched her thigh. She twitched. She moaned. The hand slowly moved upward, slowly. She squirmed in a more erotic manner. After all, anything to draw Pete to her. But the hand felt strange. It reached her crotch where it pushed and pulled the chastity belt a few times before going to her breasts, squishing them.

No, this wasn't Pete. His hands were large and strong. Those were small and soft. She felt something put over her face, blocking her nostrils, her mouth. Something rubbery.

Suddenly unable to breathe, she squirmed and moaned, twisting her body to get free but whoever it was just sat on her, holding her still. She wanted to breathe. She shook her head, trying to get free, quickly feeling the tug of her collar.

MonsterP63/Karen - Her New Life/4

The hand was removed and her blindfold was flipped up. Karen made wide eyes then frowned. Who the heck was that? All she could see that it was an obvious woman, in a red latex catsuit, corset, chastity belt and bra, and also a latex hood showing her eyes and mouth only. Well, the chastity belt and bra gave her a hind.

"AAdgmmggaaaAA?? she mumbled.

"Oh, Pete told you my name? Yes, it's me, Sandra. It's my day off to day and I figured I could, you know, come and play with you," she said, smiling. "So... what should we do?"

She had no idea. She never had to chose how to play. Pete was taking care of it, she was just... living with the facts. She shuddered.

"You don't take much decisions, do you? Well, I know. How about some fun time in the Jacuzzi?"

She raised her eyebrows. That could be interesting. She never tried it, not even in a pool since they had neither of them.

Sandra untied her from the bed, freed her legs but left her arms in her back, leading her to the large balcony, almost as large as the room itself, outside, where the Jacuzzi was located, literally on the top floor of the hotel.

She tried to help Karen settle in, but Karen was resisting.

"What? Don't tell me you're afraid of water?"

Karen nodded no and stumped her feet on the ground, then lifted her foot, kind of showing her ballet boots.

"Yeah, they'll get wet. So what? I'm keeping mine too." said Sandra, getting her feet in and out of the water to prove her point. But... if they get damaged? thought Karen.

But she didn't really had any choices. Reluctantly, she got in, steadied by Sandra since she still had her hands tied up. Sandra followed, turning on the bubbles.

Oh, that was fun, being tossed around with those powerful jets and bubbles. Just feeling the hot water through her latex skin was fun. That was relaxing but if she positioned herself just right, the powerful jets would make her belt vibrates and... oh yes. That was a good idea after all. She moaned as she took the right spot.

MonsterP63/Karen - Her New Life/5

Sandra giggled.

"I knew you would like that," she said.

She had no clue how long it has been. The sun was still warming her head and suit, and thus she was often dipping her whole body in the water, although it was already hot. she was sweating profusely under her latex but she didn't really noticed. She was enjoying the bubbles.

"Damn! I'm sorry Karen, I left in a rush and forgot to un... Karen? KAREN! Where are you?" she heard Pete calling her.

"We're over here, Pete. In the Jacuzzi," yelled Sandra, the large patio doors opened to the room.

"You... Sandra? What are you doing here?"

"Just having some fun with Karen," she said, gently tapping on her head.

"And... oh, I see. You kept her in bondage. Hum... okay. I guess it's fine but... it's not fair," he said, rushing back into the room to come back with a bundle of rope. "You should be in the same situation. Both of you," he said, quickly reaching for Sandra's arm.

She didn't resist. She even giggled. She loved being tied up too and that was just perfect. He tightly tied her arms in an elbow tie then added ropes to her knees and ankles, before setting up Karen the same way.

"Shit, I have to go back now. We had a little break but... Damn. Wait up." he said, running back inside and coming back with a sponge and some tape. "You to should be mute, but I don't have a spare gag" he said, stuffing the sponge in Sandra's mouth and taping it shut with three layers going around her head. "I will be back for lunch, in about two hours."

And he left the room, leaving both rubber clad woman, tied up, in the Jacuzzi.

For two hours.

Two more hours or being boiled, tossed around and teased. But at least, Karen didn't felt like Sandra's sub anymore.

It was fun at the beginning, but the toys, being jerked around constantly, although arousing, became annoying because, they were still just that: annoying arousing. They tried to get one another to orgasm, but it was futile. Latex and water made it slippery and tied as they were, they were not able to reach each other's crotch, even more locked by a steel fence, to try to wiggle the dildos for an orgasm.

It was frustrating.

Yes, the bubbles were relaxing but two hours of that? You get tired.

They were both glad when Pete finally arrived.

"I don't have much time, I have to join them for lunch," he said, picking Sandra and pulling her out of the water, laying her down on the floor. He did the same with Karen, then, acting quickly, he grabbed their ankles and tied them into a hogtie. Placing them side by side, he tied their legs together and their necks with a very short rope, forcing them to stay put.

"If all goes well, it should be over at 15:00. See you later," he said, quickly leaving.

They grunted, they moaned, but it was too late. In frustration, Karen gave a yank on her collar, pulling Sandra. She responded by doing the same and they quickly realised that... it was futile. They were stuck, immobile.

However, they were tired from the Jacuzzi and managed to doze off. Sort of. Laying on their stomach, they were regularly trying to hump the floor. Again, thanks to the chastity belts doing their things, they were able to arouse themselves but not much.

When Pete finally arrived, past 15:30, they were nothing much that two very aroused sex machines! They were eager to get released. Their arms were hurting, their legs were hurting and their crotch were burning.

But instead of freeing them, Pete simply sat and looked at them, smiling, for a minute or two before putting the blindfold back on Karen then adding a makeshift one over Sandra's eyes, putting them both in the dark.

They moaned, they grunted in protest but soon, they discovered why as their toys became alive.

Pete was sitting in the sofa, his tablet in his hands and his fingers happily floating over the controls while watching the two girls squirming, their latex catsuit reflecting the sunlight. He had been rather cold with them, he was making up for it. Big time.

They were quick to feel the... wrath... of his fingers, playing with the controls, increasing, decreasing, activation one function, stopping everything, getting barely a hum out, then increasing it again, all based on their reactions.

He made their orgasm built slowly but oh, so powerfully. When he let them have it, when he drove them over the edge, the results were simply mind shattering.

Smiling, he looked at them pulling on their links, pulling each other out, their restraints, their predicament increasing their orgasms. They were yelling, they were screaming, he was laughing.

He slowly decrease the power, letting them endure the teasing, stretching it. When he stopped everything, they felt like runners ending a 10k marathon, totally exhausted but also extremely pleased with their results.

He freed them. They only stay put, on the floor, smiling, looking at each other, exchanging their experiences without using words. Their eyes were doing all the talking.

"You are one lucky girl," said Sandra, breaking the silence.

"I know," mouthed Karen, smiling.

He ordered food for all of them, Sandra opening the door to the hotel employee delivering the goods. She recognised him, but he didn't recognised her, her face hidden by her latex hood, but she smiled at his stunned expression, discretely eyeing the woman in a red latex catsuit in front of him, knowing that she will pass by him at one time and she will know what he doesn't.

He was cute and apparently not disgusted but interested in that woman in latex. Perhaps. Just perhaps...

"Do you want to spend the night here, Sandra?" asked Pete.

"I'd love to but I didn't brought my uniform and I'm working tomorrow. I never expected to spend the whole day with Karen," she said, smiling. "Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Unfortunately, no. The meetings have been cut short as it went way faster than anticipated, and the developments are very positive," he said, making a wide smile at Karen, who looked puzzled. What was that for?

"Oh, too bad. Well, if you're ever back in town, you know my number, right?" said Sandra.

"I fucking hope so," bluntly said Karen, staring at Pete.

"Yeah, I get the message. I'll make sure you'll see each other again."

After such a strong day, he set her up for the night with a light bondage of legs tied up and arms in front of her, wrists linked. Of course gagged. That, she demanded it!

The Fantasy

It was about one month after the business trip. After dinner, after she had done all her chores, instead of restraining her for the evening, he removed everything: cuffs, collar, even the chastity belt. He sat her at the table, untied and ungagged and without a blindfold. He looked quite serious and it made Karen anxious. What was wrong?

He sat next to her, putting his elbows on the table and crossing his hands.

"Well, Karen, this is it." he began. "Remember your dream, your fantasy to be totally enclosed, permanently, or at least, being very difficult to get you free?"

"Yes..." she said with some apprehension.

"Well, you, we, can seriously think about it. I have all that is needed. The question is: do we really want to go there? It's a serious decision. You and I will be affected. I've been thinking about it for the past week and, it's a yes for me. But the bulk of the decision, because the main subject here is you, is for you to take. Whatever your decision, I will support and fully accept it.

"So..." he said, taking his briefcase and pulling out his tablet, "here's a few real-life stories of some people that went through it. Some had complications, others are living their best life. Have a look at those and, well, make up your mind."

With a shaky sigh, she took the tablet and began to read. Could this be it? Could this be real? She was thinking about the consequences, what she would have to abandon, like tasting, smelling, touching, even some level of eyesight.

She began to read one of the story, about how the procedure was performed. The woman was very thorough and rather crude with her comments, her feelings, which made the story even more believable. And she clearly described what she liked, disliked and regretted. It even made Karen rethink some of her fantasies.

The other story dealed with some complications that woman had, with her thoughts and with her companion, where things didn't go as expected. She also experienced some medical issues.

The third one was similar to the first one, but as she began to read, she was squirming on her chair. She looked at all the gear that was removed that had been placed on the table. She picked the chastity belt and fastened it back on, then added the ankle cuffed, linking her ankles with a short chain, the knee cuffs, also linked, the collar and the wrist cuffs, linked, then resumed her reading.

Pete looked at her from the living room. He had a puzzled smile.

As she read more and more of the stories, she became hornier and squirming.

After another fifteen minutes, she put the tablet down and hobbled to him.

"Do something! I'm going to explode!!" she said.

At first, he looked puzzled then he giggled, and quickly had her into a simple hogtie before setting her toys to random.

While she was enjoying herself, he took the tablet back and setup another document, while looking at her squirming and moaning. He actually had to add the gag to silence her as she became too noisy.

Once everything was back to normal, he put her back into a simple tie with her hands in front and had her sit by his side, offering her the tablet again.

"I read those stories too so, I tried to summarise all the, I shall say options, into a table. Decide what you want and what you don't want. And if there's something that isn't there, just add it."

"Hummm, mffff." she said, picking the tablet.

"Remember, there's no deadline. And once your decision to go through is made, we have some legal papers to sign, mainly that you are still owner of your life, that if you want out, I have to get you out, you know... basic stuff."

She nodded.

For one week, she switched from the stories to the option sheet, even reading the legal documents. She finally handed back the tablet. He looked at it, his expression going from understanding, interested and surprised.

"Really? That's what you want?"

She nodded a clear yes, but pointed at him, asking HIS thoughts.

"I have no problem with most, some will need some getting used to but, I'm fine with all of them. When do you want it done?"

She pointed straight down.

"Now?" he giggled. "Let me get everything in order first," he said.

It was a Monday morning. He untied her, then removed everything. Yes, everything. It was her first time in a year that her skin had felt the air, that she could breathe with her full lungs, that she could move freely.

"Take that day to walk around, to smell, to touch, to see and to taste whatever you want because after that, it will be a while before you could do anything like that.

It felt weird for her to wear loose fitting cotton clothes, to walk outside. She even went to the park, smelling the flowers, hearing the chirps of the birds. She took a very savory coffee, ate a classic poutine and met Pete at a restaurant for some seafood. Then it was a night of vanilla, sleeping naked, not restrained in any way. She barely slept. She was missing something: All. Of. It.

The next morning, in classic pyjamas, they were sitting at the dining table, finishing their breakfast when there was a knock on the door. Pete opened it.

"Hello," she heard back but it sounded weird, as if the woman had two voices.

"I'm Annie," said one voice, "I'm Annah" said the other voice. So, there were two women.

Karen heard them coming in, or rather the sound of high heels and creaking rubber as the entrance was hidden from the dining room. Then she saw them: two women, clad in tight white latex catsuit with a red cross on their chest, a tight red and white rubber corset and over the knee, red and white, high heels boots.

"You must be Karen?" they said in one voice. "I am Annah," said the one with Annah on her chest, "And I am Annie," said the other one.

"I am Karen," she answered, giggling at the sight. They were not exact twins as one was slightly taller than the other, but they were for sure sisters, or as the saying goes, from the same litter..."

"Do you need some more time to prepare?" asked Annie.

"We can wait, you have to be ready," said Annah.

"It is a life changing decision, after all," said Annie

"No, I'm fine, and I'm ready," said Karen, looking at Pete.

"You can always change your mind now. No pressure. Your decision," he said.

She took a deep breath.

"Let's do this."

"Great!" said the two nurses at the same time.

"Do you want to do this here?" asked Annie

"Or do you have a room you prefer?" asked Annah.

"I think it's better if we go to the play room," proposed Karen.

"Ah, yes, of course The Playroom. Perfect!" they answered in one voice.

Karen led them there.

She was asked to get naked.

"Do you have all the suits needed?" asked Annie.

"Yes, I do," he said, going away, while the nurses opened their little bags and retrieved a few items

While Pete was gone, she was fitted with the urethral tube and a large buttplug. Also, small pads were glued to her inner thighs, very close to her crotch, two more just over it, on each sides, two more on each bun, one up and one down, one over each nipple and one on each side of her throat. A paper-thin self-adhesive ribbon was coming from all of those pads. The nurses carefully routed all those ribbons up to her neck. Earbuds were also inserted with the same flat ribbon going behind her neck.

When Pete came back, both nurses were coating her skin with a thick cream.

"This cream will condition your skin for the first layer," said Annah.

"This is the skin layer," said Annie, taking a clear latex-looking catsuit from a bag. "This layer will glue the latex to your skin, making one. If you ever want to get out, you will have to take some medication which will dissolve that layer through the perspiration," said Annie.

"But remember, that treatment could take up to one month before you'll be able to take the latex off," added Annah.

"Understood," said Karen, picking up the neck-entry catsuit. Its texture was weird. It was more like a gel than latex.

She easily put it on, including a hood leaving only eyes, nostrils and mouth noses, and even those were small. In the meantime, Annah was unpacking another catsuit, matte black this time. It was thin and very stretchy and actually quite comfortable, but she knew this was only the first layer. It had a pouch at her crotch that they inserted inside her vagina, the urethral tube coming out through a small hole. There was also a small hole at the back where the enema tubes went through.

Annie then took a long tube and approached Karen.

"Any last words?" she asked.

Karen turned to Pete, smiling.

"I love you," she softly said.

"Ahhhhh. How lovely," both nurses said at the same time. Pete and Karen couldn't hold a giggle.

The feeding tube was inserted, followed by the breathing tubes through her nose. That was not comfortable.

"Don't worry," said Annie

"You'll get used to," completed Annah.

They put a matte latex hood over her head, leaving only eye holes. There was small holes in the hood for the breathing and feeding tubes to go through.They carefully put the large yoke of the hood under the collar of the catsuit, feeding the paper ribbons through a small slit within the collar of the hood and the suit.

They took another bag with another black catsuit. Also matte, this one seemed very thick.

"Oh," said Annie. "That one is gonna be a challenge."

"Yes, absolutely. Quite thick," completed Annah, stretching the collar to test it. "Better put a a generous coating of the glube.

Karen looked at them. It was obvious she was asking "What the heck is glube?"

"It's glue," began Annah

"And it's lube," completed Annie.

"We came up with the name glube," they said at the same time.

They applied that glube, which had the consistency of molasses, all over her body. They first started with the hood, which included dark spherical lenses over the eyes. They were so dark that Karen couldn't see anything out from them, which puzzled her. It's not what she had asked for. She had asked for tinted lenses, not to be blindfolded. Permanently. She gestured her protests.

"Oh, sorry. There's a protective film over the lenses..." said Annie.

"... to prevent contamination while we suit you up," completed Annah.

That reassured Karen. Then it was the catsuit itself. Since she couldn't see, she had to follow their voice commands: lift one leg, get one arm in.

She could feel, as the suit was pulled up, that it was tight. Very tight. Tighter than she had anticipated, but, she would be damned if she was to complain. That was just awesome!

The suit itself compressed her waist like a very tight waist cincher. As instructed, she fed her arms through the tight sleeves, and it was a struggle, even with the glube. Finally, she felt her fingers enter the attached glove.

"Stretch and move as much as possible," said Annah.

"We have to let the suit settle before the final one," said Annie.

Karen did it, but she had to be careful. She was blind and almost deaf. But... a third catsuit? That wasn't expected. Then again, she didn't specified the number of suits, just that she wanted to be tightly encased in wear-proof suits, so that she would not be tearing it open the first time she would work in the garden.

She also knew that some things were missing and the nurses came back with them. The first item was knee-high, heel-less ballet heels boots. They were tightly laced on, some instant glue applied and the lacing was taken off, leaving a smooth leather tube. She was slowly balancing from one feet to the other to keep her balance.

The second items were the collar and the cuffs. Bands of steels, 5mm thick and 5cm wide for the cuffs, and 8cm wide for the collar. They were not locked but screwed. Each half had two screws on each sides. Those screw had a "safety head" allowing them to be screwed in only, not unscrewed. Plus, the nurses applied some glue to the edges and the screws before screwing them in. Ankles, over the knees, elbows and wrists cuffs were installed.

All those had been made to measure but were nonetheless a tight fit over the thick latex. She loved it. She loved their presence, and she loved the weight. However, they were only steel bands without any ring to it, but holes.

And then, the corset. It was made of thick rubber with steel ribs. It wasn't laced but pulled together by some creepy spidery-looking device that the nurses were hank-cranking with a ratchet wrench. As it got tighter and tighter, Karen began to be anxious. That was tight. Very tight. Too tight?

"It is tight," said Annah.

"Quite tight," added Annie.

At one point, Karen slapped her hands on each side of the corset. Pete made a gesture and the nurses stopped.

"Something wrong?" asked Annie.

"Isn't this is the corset you ordered?" said Annah.

"Yes it is," intervened Pete. "Karen, when you put in what you wanted, I noticed that the corset size you asked for was four centimeter smaller than your regular ones. That is quite a stretch, or rather a squeeze. This is the one you ordered, however I took the liberty to order one of your regular size. If you want to switch, if this one seems too tight, there's no problem to put the other one."

Karen stayed there, not moving, only rubbing the corset, feeling it. She made a gesture with her fingers, indicating thickness, space.

"There's about 2cm left to go," said Annie, understanding the question.

Karen then made a series of gestures, tapping her left wrist where a watch should be, then showing five fingers three times.

"Oh, yes of course. We can give you time to adjust to that corset if it is that tighter than your regular one," said Annie.

"Absolutely," added Annah. "You take all the time you need. You are in control."

She walked around a little, helped by Pete guiding her. She liked the feeling of the suits so far. She couldn't not feel them. They were so tight and the pinching they were created was so wonderful. But that corset was tight. Really tight. Did she went too far with it? After a few turns around the perimeter of the play room, she gestured trying to grab something from the ceiling, like something to hold or or be suspended from.

"Yes, of course," said Pete, moving her a little to be under the winch.

He lowered the hook linking a spreader bar to it with attached leather cuffs. He fastened the leather cuffs over her steel cuffs and operated it until her feet were ready to leave the floor.

"You're okay? You want to go on with that corset?" he asked.

There was a clear YES nod, and the nurses resumed their work.

"Okay, Karen, we're about to close it. Steel tabs will be inserted into holes. Once it clicks, there's no coming back. Do you still want to continue?

She nodded a clear yes again. Annie applied some glube to it and they tightened the corset, making sure that the 50 or so hooks were locked in, then they removed the spidery tightening device.

Pete lowered her to the ground and she quickly ran her hands on her new thin waist, from her chest to her hips, but going all around her waist. She was obviously enjoying it.

"Okay, Karen, last item before the outer suit: the breast cups." said Annie as Annah approached with two steel cups. She applied a large amount of glube over the edges and pushed them hard against Karen's chest, sealing her breasts under a steel protective shell.

"Oh, almost forgot the belt," said Annie.

"Of course, the belt," quickly added Annah, picking up the 10cm wide band of steel and wrapping it around Karen's thin waist before gluing/screwing it shut.

"Time for the filling?" asked Annie.

"Yes, time for the filling," confirmed Annah.

They each took a large syringe. Annah took care of the mouth while Annie was taking care of the crotch. They inserted the syringe on a small hole and began to pump the rubber paste inside the pouches, filling them.

Karen felt her mouth being filled better than any gag, even a blow-up one, had even been able to achieve. She tapped on Annah's hand when she had enough. She squeezed her cheeks.

"Nah, a little more," she said adding one more squeeze. "You will thank me later," she said with a giggle.

At the same time, she could feel her butthole being filled. As she was about to ask Annie to stop, she had already stopped.

"It will feel a little disturbing at first but as they will harden, taking the shape of their respective cavities, you'll feel just fine," said Annie.

"There. Okay, the last suit. Ready?" asked Annah.

Two thumbs up was the answer.

There was another coating of glube applied and the last layer was applied. It was of medium thickness and this one, as shiny as liquid tar!

Once in place, along with the hood, this one having holes for the eyelenses, the nurses carefully aligned holes in the latex with the holes in the numerous steel cuffs, then screwing in O rings. Two on each cuffs, four on the waist belt and four on the collar.

"How does it feel?" asked Annie and Annah in one voice.

Karen couldn't answer. It was sensory overload as well as sensory deprivation. She loved it but at the same time she wondered if she did the right thing. She rubbed her hands, feeling her tightly encased thighs, her butts, her crushed waist, her now inaccessible breasts, damn, she couldn't even squeeze them, then feeling the tight rubber over her arms, actually making them difficult to bend. She nodded. Yes, she liked it, but there was something missing.

"I believe the last item of for your man," said Annie

"As you call him," completed Annah, holding the steel chastity belt and one large dildo.

Her crotch was coated with two layers of latex but she had no toys. That was for Pete to put in, or take out when he wanted to use his toy. The chastity belt would be locked and glued, actually, acid would be injected in the lock to fuse it. Only the crotch band could be removed so that the toy could be changed for a living one.

Pete knelt and carefully inserted the large dildo. Thanks to the latex sheaths and the lube, it slid in easily. Karen was moaning loudly, but only in her head as with all the tubes and her packed mouth, she couldn't produce a single sound.

He locked the belt. Karen yelped. That crotch strap seemed a little tight. Anyways, it pushed the dildo and the butt plug even farther in. That was not an unpleasant feeling.

He got back up and fondled at the back of her collar, snapping two black blocks, one on each side of the ring, into holes through her outer latex catsuit. Karen felt a jolt in all the pads, and her toys. She heard crackling in her ears and her vision cleared out, although still blurry, until he pulled off the protective films over her lenses.

He placed himself in front of her an took his phone.

"Okay, let's try this, shall we?"

Karen twitched with each zap, as he tested each pad individually, nodding that it was the right one. He then turned on the dildo which began to vibrate, hump and twist. She was quickly on her knees, her hands grabbing her chastity belt.

A few more punches on the phone and the zapping began, cleverly timed.

He turned out her vision and hearing.

"I think I'll let her discover the many features of that suit. Thank you ladies,"

"You're welcome," they said in one voice, as he accompanied them to the door.

He came back a few moments later. Karen was on the floor, squirming, her hands moving from her crotch to her breasts to her butt to... everywhere, as she was living the first orgasm of her new life.

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He picked his phone: "Hey Sandra. Do you have any free days coming up?..."