In Latex, Of Course

Mistress seized her by the wrist and guiding her toward the back of the flat. Jasmine’s freshly moulded body trembled with every step, her sweat-slick thighs brushing together as she swayed with the hypnotic rhythm of her new hips.

The air grew thick with the scent of latex as Mistress flung open the door to the makeshift wardrobe, what had once been a bedroom was now a temple of tight, gleaming temptation.

Jasmine’s eyes darted across the myriad of outfits that filled the room to the brim, a kaleidoscope of latex in every shade from liquid crimson to oil-slick violet, each piece clinging to padded hangers like second skins waiting to be claimed. The air hummed with the scent of talcum powder and silicone, thick enough to coat her tongue as she panted.

Her fingers trembled as they traced the slick seams of a violet catsuit, the material cool and heavy with promise. She let it slither through her grasp before plucking a cherry-red minidress from its hanger, the latex so thin it rippled like liquid against her knuckles. A breathy whimper escaped her plump lips as she pressed the garment against her body, imagining how it would cling to her new curves, how the translucent sheen would tease every swell and dip.

Mistress’s voice curled through the humid air like smoke.

"Take your time, pet."

Jasmine became temporarily overwhelmed with the palpable scent of latex, lube and shiner.

Mistress touched her naked shoulder whilst lightly whispering "Take your time to peruse the attire and choose the right one for you, then come find me. We have a lot to discuss."

With that Mistress turned on her heel and left her stiletto heels clicked against the hardwood as she sauntered out, the door whispering shut behind her with a soft, final snick.