Chapter 76

Once released from the engulfing silicon headpiece, even the dim, red electric lighting of the shop seemed harsh upon your eyes. You blinked and squinted as the onrush of several voices talking at once nearly deafened you as well. Meanwhile 'Frank', the otherwise nondescript clerk, buzzed around you with camply focussed intent; making final adjustments here or there. It was clear he had a deeply keen passion for his trade… your ass still stang from what you were sure had been his liberally applied spanks. Terry managed to skirt his way around to you and slip a hand into yours however, a reassuring point of contact that couldn't help but make you smile.

The conversation you re-emerged into seemed to be mainly between Esmerelda and her friend:

"See Emmy! They wouldn't know who you were at all and you wouldn't either… It's perfect!"

The other girl still looked decidedly nervous even to be here, buried in her oversized hoodie. Yet there was a glint in her eyes you recognised, as they remained glued to your plastic-swathed form. Now you understood. This shy eighteen year old was a you… and the Mayor's daughter was her Jenny. Somewhere inside her, there was a secret little ache that came alive when it saw the humiliating, submissive eroticism that was now your everyday life. And Esmerelda was exactly the sort of person who could spot such a thread and pull… just for her own sordid interests.

“But what if my father found out?!” Emily fell back on the phrase with a readiness that you also knew well, back in the depths of your past. You began to wonder if perhaps there was something uniting about being raised by overbearing patriarchs in the lap of luxury. Something in the constant push and drag of unreachable expectations that led you to just want to throw it all away… and seek out more simple, straightforward urges you could fulfil.

“How could he? You can just tell him you’re going to another lame sleepover at Alice’s. Come on Emily, do you really want to go off to college still a virgin?! Are you going to let that grouchy, old pussy dictate everything in your life?! There’s a whole world out there of kinky, exciting experiences… and this way you don’t even need to know who you’re doing it with. You just get to feel something, for once in your life. One night of fun!”

Esmerelda had her father’s political gifts, there was no denying it. She could persuade the river it wasn’t wet… or a naive, young friend that wearing a gimp suit to a party full of older men was a good way to lose her virginity. You could see all the logical denials slipping out from under Emily, as she considered how dull and railroaded the rest of her life looked otherwise. Some scrape of your former self still itched to warn her off, just as it had with Terry. But who were you to tell this girl not to let herself fall into the clutches of lust and debauchery? Perhaps it was only there that she would find some true sense of self, as you had? Perhaps the world really was just split between those who wished to use and **** others, or those who wished to be used and abused? You’d tried to give up on such pointless philosophising, over the years… better to just suck the cocks that came to you.

“O-okay… I’ll try it on, at least…” The teenager resigned, shuffling forward.

Frank and her friend shared a knowing smirk, while at the same time you and Terry shared a sympathetic glance. Here was another falling victim to the allure of the same vices you both had. Around and around the cycle went, dragging you all down to trembling knees. In a booth, to the side, you both helped her out of her clothing. A rather pointless compliance considering what she was about to put on, and what had just occurred to you in full view.

She was a slender girl, not yet come into the full curves of adulthood even as she entered her final years of teenagerhood. The tight, black bodysuit fit her like a glove though… Frank clearly knew his trade to a tee. You felt her tremble a little as by necessity yours or Terry’s fingers strayed across her sensitivities. But once her eyes and ears were covered you sensed a tranquillity come over Emily, as if the solace of blocking out the world like this had been all she was waiting for. You and your femboy love led her back out into the shop by touch alone and she obeyed each slightest, guiding tug without question. Another lost soul seeking only clear and simple instruction. Another human toy just waiting to be turned into someone else’s plaything.