Olivia pirouetted slowly, gazing at her reflection in the full length mirror. A vanity purchase, admittedly, and the money could have been used far more responsibly. No regrets. She loved the way it reflected the Christmas lights strung along her book cases, hung all year round, turning her bedroom into a place of magic and transformation in her imagination.Through pretty, she’d never been vain about her appearance. She owned the cute girl next door look. She was Betty of Archie fame. Not tonight, though. Tonight she would shed her skin – already had, in fact. She’d spent all afternoon pampering and preening. Clean and smooth from head to toe, and smelling faintly of cinnamon and of something even more primal; sex.Absently, she lifted her index finger to her lips, inhaling the subtle fragrance of her sex, her tongue sliding over parted lips, wetting them before cleaning the single dew drop lingering like a peach, warm and ripe and juicy.She paused again, standing sideways, her reflection pausing in tandem, noting how her nipples jutted out from perky breasts, and how her chest rose and fell as desire coursed through her body. A fleeting thought wormed its way into her mind, and a finger trailed between her breasts, grazing the soft flesh of a firm tummy, before veering off to trace her hip bones, making her tremble with lust.“Not yet,” she mused, as if arguing with the girl in the mirror. “It will be so much sweeter if you wait.”Steeling her resolve, she pried herself from the reflective glass and knelt and reached under the bed, pulling an opaque storage container out on the bedroom carpet. Taking a long, deep breath to quell her excitement, she removed the lid and sat back on her heels, lower lip pulled firmly between her even white teeth.“Shiny. Pretty.”Latex. The mirror had been a luxury. This was a necessity. Tantalized by the sheen of the material, she spread her knees slightly and cupped her hand between her legs, caressing her damping pussy, feeling her fingers slicken with each pass. Just that, just enough to lessen the growing need. Or fuel it.It had become a ritual of sorts. Dressing. She recalled the first time she had donned the outfit. Clumsy and unsure. Timid, even. It had been slow work to make it fit just right, to be perfect. It was still work, but now, she was sure of herself.She took her time, enjoying herself as she lay on her back and encased herself in black. Legs first, stretching the rubber material over her feet, carefully pulling, until it was a second skin covering her legs, pausing just below her already dripping sex. Carefully, she wiped herself dry, ignoring the call to do more. She did take a moment to savor the taste, however. Ambrosia and ecstasy mixed into a delightful cocktail that she was content to paint her lips with like gloss, forcing herself not to lick them clean as she completed her task, covering her cunt and the lower half of her hips, making sure the zipper was perfectly aligned with her wet slit, eyes rolling slightly as she felt it settle in between her puffy lips.Next, the gloves. They felt cool in her hands, but already she could feel the heat trapped within her below slowly building. Closing her eyes she enjoyed it, trembling softly, an almost soundless moan escaping from parted lips.“Control yourself,” she admonished with a firm voice. Just a little longer, and then you can relinquish it to your hearts content…”She carefully worked her fingers into them, one at a time, peeling them up over forearm and bicep until her arms were encased to the shoulder. Pausing, she lifted herself to her feet, and positioned herself in front of the mirror once more. She smiled at the way the Christmas lights reflected off the shiny rubber, her eyes bright and wide.“Pretty,” she mouthed, her lips forming a kiss as she turned slowly, admiring the stark contrast of black rubber and lightly tanned flesh.The top came next. Capped sleeves, high necked, a zipper parting it from her as to the base of her skull, acting like a second spine. Once it was zipped tight, it formed tightly to her, showcasing her erect nipples, putting them on display. She knew from experience that a single touch would send a jolt of pleasure through her torso. Tempting, yes, but denial would make it even stronger. She felt her heart beating, thumping in her chest like a trapped insect, pushing the blood to her extremities. She could feel the hard busts on her breasts swell against her shirt, her clit gorging with blood as it pushed against the metal of the zipper.“Oh god,” she breathed, unable to move, lest she it became too much for her to bear, fighting, once more, for control. Eventually, she found it, but it was a tenuous grasp at best.“Patience!”Eventually, she took a deep breath, watching the way her breasts swelled, trapped by her outfit, her nipples poking deep inverted dents in the thin material.Almost done. Two more pieces. Or, rather, two before accessorizing her outfit. First a plastic piece that fit over her mouth and nose, silencing her. It was similar to a commercial hazmat mask, but has been designed especially for her. Reaching behind her, she buckled it into place beneath the soft blonde hair that fell to just past her shoulders, making sure that it was snug and yet comfortable. There was a single opening it, a hole, into which she carefully inserted a small rubber hose, end brushing the tip of her tongue, the other protruding out about an inch, so that her night out wasn’t curtailed by dehydration or worse, suffocation, testing it before fully satisfied that it was as secure as the rest of her fetish gear.Next, the hood. Carefully she worked it over her head, zipping it closed before threading her hair though an opening in the back, creating a pony tail, the only clue, besides her bright blue eyes peeking out through slits, to her identity. She could feel the cream in her pussy seeking freedom, foiled by how tight her suit fit her, moaning softly as she closed her eyes for a moment, the moment growing into a minute, and then two, before she slowly opened them once more, her breath catching in her throat. One last look into the mirror was called for.Black from head to toe, save for her hair and her eyes. Carefully, she rearranged the small triangle shaped opening of the hood so that it framed the breathing mask she almanbahis wore, exposing only the face of it so that she had sufficient air. She recalled the first time she’d worn it and how worried she’d been that she’d suffocate herself accidentally with a fond chuckle. She’d grown much more confident in the past year.Now, to accessorize. Kneeling one more, she carefully removed the remainder of her gear and set it out carefully on the bed. Black leather cuffs. A pair that fit her ankles and a smaller pair for her wrists, each one paired with a small padlock and a key and a D shaped metal ring. A matching collar, a small round ring adorning the side opposite the buckle. Shoe, or rather, ankle boots with a three inch heel. A belt, much like the cuffs, the front and side fitted with D rings similar to them as well.Boots first. She pulled them over her latex clad feet and zipped them up before buckling her cuffs round the top, ensuring that she couldn’t remove them, no matter how dire the circumstance with removing the thick leather strips first and that would be impossible without the keys, once she secured them with a padlock.Same with the wrist cuffs. The keys joined the others, one by one, in an ornate glass jewelry box on her nightstand. They’d be staying home, safe and secure, awaiting her eventual return.Next, the belt. Locked in place around her waist, snug to the point of constricting. It, too, was locked. And finally, the collar. It was thick, limiting her ability to lower her chin. Deftly, she buckled it behind her head, careful not to trap her loose pony tail beneath it, locking it in place as well, the key joining the others.Finally, she was nearly done. She would wait until she was at the club for the remaining items; a blindfold, leash, and seven short metal chains in a small leather pack. One last look in the mirror stole her breath away. Olivia was no more, hidden behind the anonymity of latex and leather. Safe behind the skin tight material, she finally relaxed, beginning the process of slowly relinquishing control. By the time she reached her destination, it would be gone like the cool autumn breeze that was blowing just outside her door. She left the house, her state disguised by a long black over coat, her keys, cell phone and wallet stowed safely away in an inner pocket, and slid into the back seat of the cab she’d prearranged for, not saying a word as he pulled into the sparse traffic and wove through the city, knowing, by now, that she would ignore any attempt at conversation, leaving her at the door of a former factory turned club, garish neon bathing her in purple. DV8, it boldly declared, bringing a hidden smile to her lips. A siren’s call to her and other like-minded people.It was early yet, not yet 10. It would be closer to midnight before the club began to really fill up. She’d arrived early on purpose, seeing as tonight she was planning on leaving her comfort level at the front door. She paid and entered, stopping at the kiosk guarding the dance floor and bar, the first of three levels.Single. Green, she responded silently, muted by the mask, tapping the box containing the desired beacon. Two simple words which ignited the heat between her thighs and spread through her flesh like electrical currents.It was an ingenious system. Before entering you were given a small tag, powered by a watch battery, to wear. A circle for those accompanied, a triangle for those alone. There were three colors for each. Red meant hands off. Yellow signified, ask first. In the past she’d always worn yellow. This was the first night she’d dared to wear green. Green left her open to anything, as long as she didn’t use her safe word, which she took a moment to write on the back of the tag, something the club insisted upon. A terrifying thrill filled her, knowing she would be mute.The bathroom doubled as a dressing room and was about the size of her old high school’s locker room, with rentable lockers to stow away her valuables. Fingers trembling slightly, she attached her tag to the ring on her collar, declaring herself ‘open game’ as soon as she pressed the tiny little button that turned it on. She would wait, wanting to get her bearings first inside. Wait until the room filled up and she was lost in the crowd. Her breath hitched at the thought, almost painfully, and her nipples ached beyond anything she had ever experienced.Painstakingly, one by one she attached the end clasps of one of the chains to the ring on her right ankle cuff so that it formed a short loop. She repeated this process with the other cuffs as well as the trio of rings on her waist cinch. Next, her leash, which was attached beneath her tag so that it trailed down beneath her encased breasts, the leather loop at the end dangling over her extremely wet pussy.The last item, she let dangle from one hand as she finished up, locking away her coat and all else. She would need to save the blindfold until she entered the main floor, a mere few moments away. calming herself with deep breaths was almost impossible. Nervous anticipation dug its claws deeply into her as she exited the locker room and headed for the heavily padded set of double doors emblazoned with the clubs name and logo, this time in red, her heels clacking faintly on the polished concrete. Already she could hear the pulse of the music beyond mirroring the beating of her heart closely. She was aware of other guests as they passed through the large doors, aware of the way they paused, gazes raking over her slowly, admiring, their thought practically telegraphed in their expressions when drawn to the yet not yet lit tag that dangled from her collar.Standing to one side, she carefully covered her eyes with thick padded leather, buckling the piece behind her head so that all light was denied her. Only her sense of touch and of hearing would guide her now. She felt wonderfully helpless.Trembling, Olivia pushed at the door, feeling it swing slowly open. Music spilled out; EDM. She barely heard the bouncer within, startling as he took her hand and guided her through the portal, taking a moment to check the back of tag to insure that she her safe word was in place before closing the door behind her, committing her as she finally relinquished all control and surrendered herself to primal need, and not just hers.She almanbahis yeni giriş took her time, taking a few hesitant steps before pausing, eyes closed behind the blinders in concentration as she mentally drew a picture. Bar to the right, dance floor to the left, stairway straight ahead and slightly to the right. The first floor would fill first as people relaxed and loosened up, had a few drink, and started to get a feel of the other guests. Second would be much quieter right now, and the third wouldn’t even be available until midnight, she mused, using the pulse of the music to guide her as she turned toward the dance floor, feeling the need to burn off a little of the sexual tension that seemed to be building incrementally. She needed to be touched so much that she found it hard to concentrate.She’d decided earlier that she wouldn’t touch herself unless asked, or told, to, but her will power was already beginning to waver as she slowly made her way towards the pulse of swirling synthesizers, the deep bass almost a physical presence. Once or twice she felt someone brush up against her. It was impossible to avoid that, here, even if she wished to, which she didn’t. Each little contact was glorious, reminding her of her state until all she could think about was being touched, enough so that she grew bolder in her steps, anticipating any accidental physical exchange until she found what she thought might be the perfect place to halt and let the music take her for a while.It was more of an erotic sway, a sensual tango with an invisible partner. It felt good to move her hips, her torso, smiling behind the plastic mask that covered her face, realizing that she was, in effect, advertising herself. Her flesh felt heated beneath the thin layer of latex as if she glowed from within. Thirty, perhaps forty minutes had passed since entering. If she waited, there was always the chance that she would change her mind. Tonight wasn’t about regrets, it was about surrender. Pausing, she fumbled with the tag, pressing the button carefully, unable to see it light up and reflect softly against the shiny encasement she wore.It started with a touch, gentle, tentative, a simple brush of fingers that trailed from her shoulder to the back of her hand slowly. Her breath caught and her eyes closed behind her blindfold as the stirrings of ecstasy tingled through her limbs. She paused in her slow seductive dance and let out a soft murmur of pleasure, unheard over the music coming from the DJ booth, and she could feel a fresh dampening in her overheated pussy. Man or woman, she wondered? Impossible to tell, not that it mattered. She simply craved to be touched, and intimately.Another touch, fingers stroking through her hair, gently combing, their tips continuing down the back of her spine as she shivered in delight.“Yes,” she hissed through the breather that covered her mouth. “Yes.”A hand cupped her ass, squeezing playfully, the grip strong, masculine. A fleeting gesture, and then, gone. Her movements changed, her dance becoming more sensual, hoping to draw more attention. Unable to tell if she was being watched was both intoxicating and frustrating, as was the pull to run her hands over her breasts and down between her thighs while strangers watched, lust boiling in their veins.“Anything?”A voice near her ear as she felt a tug on the green lit tag dangling from her metal collar. She simply nodded, reaching up to tap it as well, signaling agreement, heart beating rapidly.“Such a pretty plaything.” His voice, masculine and strong, his touch the same as he gripped her hair, tilting her head back, making her gasp silently, and again when she felt a hand pushing between her thighs, pressing the zipper between her puffy lips and what felt like the thick fleshy pad of his thumb pressing into her swollen, wet clit, massaging it slowly.Finally this, she thought, trembling, a mix of raw emotions teasing her, some of them unsure, some of them hungry, all over-ridden by the way her body responded, craving so much more.“All that lovely rubber makes you hot, doesn’t it, pet,” he leered, his voice teasing. “Don’t want to get overheated too quickly.Her breath caught as he paused, searching for the zipper tap, eventually tugging it slowly down, parting the teeth. The air felt delicious on her now soaking pussy as her pants slowly parted, exposing her to any voyeur who’d noticed his actions. He stopped, halfway down, leaving her sex partially covered, his thumb pressing once more into her nub, simply holding it there. As if on cue, she began to grind her hips gently against it, pressing herself into his appendage, each moan growing louder as she neared climax, almost crying out when the contact suddenly stopped.“Not so quickly, pet. Let it build until you’re crazy with lust. It will be so much more rewarding. Let me assist you. Give me your hand.”Pliantly, she let him lift her right hand, feeling the tug as he unclasped on end of the thin silver chain from the ring adorning her wrist cuff, fighting off the surge of panic as he guided it to her side. She could feel him threading it through the ring on her belt, his fingers tracing the leather material so that she could easily follow his movement as he attached the other end to the front most ring.“Other hand. Now.”She hesitated only a brief moment before submitting to his quiet, yet forceful, command, placing her hand in his, trembling as he followed suit, securing her wrist to her waist. Curious, she tested her freedom. The chains were long enough that she couldn’t free herself or worse, reach between her legs and touch herself. Just long enough to give her an inch or two to maneuver. The illusion of freedom.“You look amazing. Perfection,” he praised. “I think I’ll leave you here for others to enjoy. It’s what you want, if I’m not mistaken. Before I depart. Tilt your chin down for me.”She complied, without question, wondering what he intended.“Take a drink. Slowly. It’s just water. Sip it. It would be a crime if we didn’t keep you wet all night.”Thankfully, sucked slowly, feeling the cool liquid spread over her tongue, swallowing carefully, until she’d drained a good portion of the water bottle, only coming back up for air when she needed to clear the tube so she could breathe, a little light headed.“Enjoy your adventure,” almanbahis giriş he quipped, as she felt him remove his presence.“Thank you,” she murmured as best she could, knowing that her words were lost in the noise of the club, giving the chains a sharp tug, satisfying herself that her bonds were inescapable, not that she had much time to contemplate her predicament. Her unknown visitor had broken the ice, or so it seemed. She felt a pair of hands on her breasts, cupping and squeezing them like ripe fruit, playful at first and then much more aggressively, causing her exhale suddenly. Another fondling her ass cheek, groping her without ceremony, finger tips digging into latex and flesh, suddenly gone.She let out a surprised yelp as pain flared through her ass cheek, she sound of the blow almost audible over the loud music, pushing her forward, off balance, into the stranger abusing her breasts, fingers flailing like panicked birds on her trapped hands, as she felt his chest against her cheek and his rough grip tightening on her tits.A moment of panic, and then… You wanted this, she reminded herself. She’d chosen to surrender all control over everything. She gave in quickly, momentary regret swallowed by primal craving as another sharp blow landed across her ass and her tits were mauled by two voiceless, faceless strangers. God knew how many were watching her be defiled even as she pressed her partially exposed cunt against rough denim and began slowly grinding, the heat of humiliation heating her cheeks as she gave in to her cravings, grunting as more hard smacks where applied to her bottom until her flesh felt like it was burning.She protested mutely as she was pushed away by uncaring hands on her shoulder, and then downwards, unable to resist. The blows had stopped coming. A pause or cessation, she wondered. A sudden slap against her cheek, not hard. Her imagination went into overdrive as she felt it again. A cock, big and meaty. She felt the sensation again on her other cheek, fingers digging into her collar bone as he held her down on her knees. The scene in her head was vivid. Jeans undone, his cock on one hand, stroking as she knelt before him. The man, or so she assumed, behind her grabbed hold of her blonde tail and yanked her head back so that she stared towards the heavens.“Going to cum all over those pretty little tits of yours, baby.”Feminine laughter, although not cruel, caught her ear as she was guided backward until her ass rested on her heels, gripped beneath her underarms.“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Unmistakable sound of someone coming hard drew her attention, followed by the faint sensation of something hitting her in the chest. Cum. She concentrated, picturing it hitting her breast, splattering against her latex before trickling down between her tits, over her taut belly, making its way towards her exposed cunt. If only she could touch herself. It wouldn’t take much to make her come, but struggle as she did, her hands were firmly locked in place.“My turn.”Another slap on the face, this time against her right temple, and again on her forehead. It felt meaty as well. Big enough to stretch her cunt, if he wanted. Hands shifted, passing her to someone else, another pair supporting her. She could feel his ankles against her thighs as he stood straddled above her, jerking himself off, grunting softly, or so he imagined.A faint sensation as she was showered with more cum, this time striking her painfully swollen nipple.“You look delicious,” The woman’s voice again, “My husband’s cum all over your perfect little titty.”Her eyes went wide behind the blinders as fingers teased lightly over her nipple, smearing still warm spew in random patterns, then down wards, slowly, inexorably, towards her dripping wet cunt. She followed the movement, unable to speak or even move, as it grew closer and closer. She needed to come so badly that she wanted to scream when, instead of slipping her cum covered fingers into her wet slit, the woman simply plucked the zipper pull between her finger and pulled slowly upwards, patting her mound softly once she’d been sealed up again.Again, laughter, this time laced with a hint of cruelty filled her ear as she was helped to her feet, helpless to protest. That, and a parting gift as her air supply was suddenly invaded by the fragrance of arousal. A single digit held briefly to her air tube, scented by the unmistakable aroma of another woman’s pussy. And then she was alone, turning slowly in place, trying to reorient herself, wondering where the bar was, the front doors, the stairs, her body gyrating without thought to the pulse of the music as she did her best to maneuver across the floor towards where she hoped the stairwell was, unable to keep from being fondled and groped by unseen patrons as she brushed through the thickening throng.It wasn’t long before she realized she was hopelessly lost and paused, feeling slightly bewildered and a little bemused at her predicament. The feeling faded as she felt a hand on her ass, caressing her firm cheeks, and then a finger drawn up the crack between them, making her hiss with desire and suck her breath in. Another touch, this time between her thighs. She slid a foot to one side, permitting his fingers to trace her swollen lips through the thin layer of black rubber, her chin tilting slightly as he continued to stroke her while another set of hands traveled up her back, thumbs pressing upwards along her spine, sending shivers through her.“You’re by yourself.” A rhetorical question as she felt a soft tug on the green lit tag on her collar. Still, she nodded, unable to communicate through words.“Would you like some company?”Again, she merely nodded, slowly, but firmly.“It’s still early and it’ll be less crowded upstairs. More intimate. And I have friends who would enjoy your company.”True, she thought. It was always like that. The party was still going on the main floor, attendees loosening up at the bar and on the dance floor. Letting go of their inhibitions or building up courage or simply scoping out other guest in hopes of finding the perfect hook up. Eventually, many of them would gravitate to the somewhat less frantic, comparatively intimate second floor. It had been divided into two rooms, one more lounge like, with booths for socializing. Quieter too. While you could sometimes feel the vibrations from directly above the sound system, it never intruded over the more sedate musical selection. There was a bar as well, and cuisine for those who needed to indulge in something more than debauchery.