Karen - Work, work, work? by MonsterP63

She was gently awakened by the soft hum coming from her crotch. She tried to stretch but she was already stretched, spread-eagled on her bed, She waited about one minute before the magnetic lock released her wrists.

Karen gently squirmed before reaching for her face to remove the panel gag holding deep in her mouth a large penis-shaped gag as well as removing the blindfold keeping her in the dark.

Moving slowly, she pushed the latex sheets and the latex coated comforter, revealing her gleaming black latex skin. She bent forward to sit on the bed, grinning at the movements of her large toys filling her crotch, held in place by the locked steel chastity belt. She struggled to breath, thanks to the crushing corset squishing her waist a good 15cm, to reach her ankle cuffs and remove them.

She turned her legs to reach the edge of the bed and slowly put her ballet-booted feed on the floor. With a push of her arms, she got up and turned around, removing the cuffs where the steel plates of the magnetic locks were dangling and put them on her night stand.

"See you later.." she mouthed, smiling.

She headed for the restroom to refresh herself and of course, have a leak and a dump. The morning "shower" was quick: a damp cloth rubbed all over her suit followed by a coat of shine.

She walked to the kitchen, feeling the extra tight and extra thick latex pinch her firm buns. Every movements demanded some effort, and that's what she liked about it: she was constantly remembered of what she was wearing, by its tightness, it's shine, it's reflection, it's restriction, either from the suit, the corset, the chastity belt, the extreme ballet boots. or even from any restraints she decided to put on as... jewelry.

She made herself a nice breakfast. She just loved moving around in the kitchen, seeing her shiny latex coated arms and hands, thanks to the attached gloves. She loved the squeaking sounds her suit was making as she moved around. She loved to hear the clicking of her ballet boots on the ceramic-tiled floor. Everything was nice. Everything, every movement, every thought was arousing.

A short trip back to the bedroom. Accessories. Of course. But this was more than a fashion statement. It was screaming out loud who she was. She looked at her assortment of... cuffs and collars and she chose a matching shining steel set. She carefully applied the collar, making sure it was the right tightness, then she added the cuffs on her wrists, tightening them up until they could not forget them, where every movements would remind her that she was wearing because just the weight wasn't enough. A last look at her self in the mirror and she smiled. Yes, those would gleam perfectly, reflecting the sunshine day ahead of her.

She grabbed her purse, of course made out of rubber, and headed outside, to catch her bus which would drive her to her workplace.

People on the street, on the bus, were used to see her. After all, it had been years since she decided to live her fantasy life for real. Nonetheless, she was creating stares, jaw drops, and a remark here and there. She didn't mind. THIS was who SHE was.

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To the pleasure, or rather delight, of some regular passengers of the bus, she stood up, her firm breasts and her firm buns jiggling with every bumps. She was being admired by both men and women, and she didn't disdained the attention. She even wiggled her butt or pulls on her chastity belt on purpose, just to hear them gasps!

Her stop came up and she walked out of the bus, followed by, again, a group of regulars. They never approached her, never touched her, never a single misplaced comment, but she knew some of them were getting off the bus just to follow her as this was not their stop. She could see them getting to the next one and catching the next bus to their final destination.

She tried to give them a different show every day, either walking straight, or waling with very sultry movements, walking slower or faster, sometimes dropping something and using a different method to bend down to reach it, from bending only at her hips to a full crouch, to putting one knee down, to even... stop, turn around and ask someone to help her.

Hey, if her pleasure can please someone else, why not? No harm done.

She reached her office building. She had the choice of getting the elevator to get to the fourth floor, or take the stairs. Most of the times, she would chose the stairs, just because the way it moved her toys. So much more fun than riding an elevator.

One of the regulars following her would also take the stairs, getting off on the third floor. She was often repressing a giggle as she heard his moans. Climbing stairs with a hard-on was not always easy.

She entered the office floor. Her other co-workers were also either there or were arriving at roughly the same time, having taken the elevator, of course.

She headed for her office. After all, she was the head of the department. After putting her purse down and looking at the most urgent e-mails, she would join them in the small kitchen for another coffee and a little chat.

She would smile as, her way of dressing up made a cultural change in the office. She had removed the dress code. Some women were still dressed professionally (whatever that means), other were letting their feelings show up: high heels, faux leather leggings some so tight that the seams were ready to burst. Some other in jeans just as tight. Leather and also latex. Catsuits, jeans, pants, dresses, skirts. People were a lot less vanilla than they appeared.

Some even went to the extreme of being tied up at their computer, counting on a co-worker to get them free at the end of the day.

Karen didn't mind. As long as the job was done, she didn't care. If fact, since this "free dress code" was in effect, productivity increased! No suit in its right mind would fight that.

On that day, Karen stayed late, watching her co-workers go one after the other. When she got out of the office, it was dark. The harsh street lights were reflecting on her shiny rubber skin. She stopped for a moment in front of a boutique to admire what she looked like in her reflection from the large display window. She smiled.

She took the bus again. This time, there wasn't any regular there and she was mostly stared at, as if she cared.

She got off near her home and walked in, prepping herself a copious dinner. Of course she needed more stimuli so she added a small spreader bar between her ankles and a smaller one between her knees, keeping her booted feet 20cm apart. She also put a 20cm spreader bar between her wrists. Cooking restrained like that was difficult and a blast! And she enjoyed every minute of it.

She ate, put her penis panel gag back before cleaning the dishes, all still in her restraints. She took some time to read a book, which made turning the pages a struggle. She loved it.

Time to head back to bed. She setup her self, spread-eagled, linking her ankles to the corners of the bed, then snapping the wrist restraints with the steel plated on, stretching as far as she could and, one after the other CLACK! CLACK! her wrists were restrained. She squirmed, enjoying the feeling.

Then a hum began to be heard, coming from her crotch. The automatic joy-ride was starting. She got vibed, shocked, humped by her devilish devices, locked permanently by her chastity belt. Permanently? Well yes, since she had filled the lock with glue. She had no way out!

The orgasm grew quickly. The more she struggled, the more intense it would be. And intense it was as the pleasure wave ran though her whole body before slowly subsiding as she fell asleep.

A soft hum on her crotch woke her up.

After her wrists were released, she removed her gag and the rest of the restraints, making herself a nice breakfast, balancing on her extreme boots. Then came time to go to work.

She headed for the bedroom and removed her latex hood, revealing her long brown curly hair, all entangled and filthy. She knew she had enough time for a quick shower before going to work.

She reached for the keys of her chastity belt in her night stand where the electronic lock had released them. She unlocked the belt, looking at herself in the mirror.

"That is just a fantasy, Karen," she said to herself as she recalled her dream of going to work all dressed in latex. "Real life doesn't work that way. You'll get fired for sure," she mumbled as she was slowly pulling the crotch band, along with the toys, out.

She headed for the shower. The removal of her thick and tight neck-entry catsuit was easier under the water of the shower. She first washed her hair, feeling the warm water hit her latex skin, dripping off of it, creating interesting feelings.

She stood there, looking at the water drip off her shiny latex suit, looking down, suddenly realizing that she was still in her ballet heels! It felt so natural, so... her.

She turned off the water and dried her hair, patting her latex suit. She walked back to her bedroom, putting her chastity belt, along with the toys, back, locking it and putting the key in the timed locked box for... 24 hours.

She put on a long trench coat, reaching down to her calves. With he hands she blew her hair over her shoulders then looked at herself in the mirror.

"The hood is gonna be the next step. We don't have any dress code so... they can't fire me for that." she said, taking a deep breath, impaired by her crushing corse.

She smiled. A devilish smile, followed by a affirmative, strong smile. She was not the head of the department for nothing. She had drive. She had power. She had... latex.

"Let's go on with the first day of my new life."

And she walked out.

(c) monsterp63 January 25, 2026.