It's time to meet Miss White

Slowly, oh so slowly, she runs the very tip of her fingernail up the underside of your cock. Even that miniscule amount of attention is enough to keep you on the edge at this point. You can't even imagine what it'll be like in two months!

"I think I'm ready to let you meet white," Blanch whispers into your ear.

"Yes," is all you can manage to say with her working your cock the way she is.

A kiss on the cheek and one last flick of her nail and she stands up, leaving you breathless. You watch, transfixed, as she goes to her desk where her backpack is sitting and begins pulling her latex doll suit out. First she lays the main body of it down on the bed, followed by the collar, and then the mask. It's so white and shiny that it almost seems to glow in the candlelight.

"Are you ready for this?" she asks one last time.

"Yes ma'am, I am," you say.

And with that, she begins the delicate process of transforming into white. First come her legs, slowly inching her toes down the length of the entire suit which ends at a pair of impractically high platform heels, built into the feet of the suit. You practically drool at the sight of her perfectly encased calves. Not a single wrinkle or imperfection, whatsoever.

As she works it up her thighs she comes to a pair of phallic protrusions on the inside. She reaches into the zillions of stuffed animals on her bed and plucks out one in particular. It's a little pink, heart-shaped one with a hidden zipper in it. She pulls out a tube of lubricant and squirts a healthy amount into her hand, which she uses to thoroughly coat both plugs. As she runs her hand up and down the length of the dildo-plug it's all you can do to keep from doing the same with your cock. When she begins pushing both plugs into herself, eyes closed, head thrown back, your determination breaks. Your hand goes to your cock and you give it a quick stroke.

As if sensing it through some otherworldly perception, she immediately turns and looks at you. Your eyes meet and for a moment you wonder if hers aren't a little lighter than a minute ago.

"Sam, what are you doing?" she asks almost angrily.

Your completely caught off guard. "I- well, I..."

"You were going to make yourself cum. Weren't you?" she asks.

"I... well, I wasn't planning to. I was just going to rub it a little," you say.

"But Sam," she begins in a more soothing, understanding tone. "Isn't that what you told yourself every time you tried to do this on your own?"

She walks over, breasts still bare, the top half of her suit hanging down behind her. She sits down next to you and tenderly takes your hand.

"Usually," you finally admit.

"Look, you mean a lot to me. Way more than you probably should after just one date. You've been super accepting and encouraging to me about being a doll. And I want to do the same for you. I want to turn you into a- what did you call it in that text, 'a quivering ball of sexual frustration'. But I can't if you do things like this," she explains.

As she talks, you go from flattered to embarrassed to contrite.

"Sorry. I'll try harder," you say sincerely.

"Unless I give you permission, I don't think you should touch it anymore. Okay?" she says.

Don't touch it without permission? You've been waiting and dreaming about hearing those words for almost as long as you can remember. Nearly every fantasy you've ever had revolved the effects of hearing such words. Your cock, which had gone partially limp when she caught you, immediately swells.

But you know that willpower alone won't last more than a week or two.

"Okay. I'll try... but I can't lie to you, Blanche. Sooner or later I will. I'll try as hard as I can not to, but eventually I will. And I'll feel terrible about it afterwards, but that won't change the fact," you say, hanging your head.

"Sam," she said, lifting your chin up. "It's okay. I'm not mad. This just means that I'll have to lock you up today instead of waiting."

"I... you...," you sputter.

"...And I'll probably have to tie you up on days that you don't think you'll be able to control yourself while I tease you," she goes on.

This time, rather than attempting to talk you just enthusiastically nod.

"Good. Now, is this one of those days or can I trust you to keep your hands off it?" she asks.

She smiles and rewards you with a peck on the cheek before standing back up.

Back beside the bed she resumes her ritual. The midsection of the suit seems to slip on easily enough. Well, except for her breasts. It's obviously a strain to fit them inside the restrictive material. But when she does, it's well worth the effort. The suit lifts and supports them just like a bra would except better. The lumps of her large, hard nipples are clearly visible. She reaches behind herself with practiced precision and zips it up, drawing the material even tighter. The sight is absolutely stunning.

You immediately stand up, pants falling to the ground, and go to her. You wrap an arm around her, drawing her in close. The feel of her slick latex against the head of your cock draws a moan from deep inside you. You kiss her passionately, letting one hand explore her very well proportioned ass while the other makes its way up to her breasts.

Her hands are on you too. One of them slides up your back, over your neck, and into your hair. Suddenly you feel a sharp jerk and your head flies back.

"This doll is here to fulfill your darkest fantasies, but it must be allowed to finish dawning its skin first. Now sit back down, with your hands behind your back," she says, a sudden sharpness to her voice that doesn't invite any argument.

Normally she has such a friendly, albeit often hyper, personality. She's the sort that when she talks you can't help but talk back. But now, standing several inches shorter than you, even in eight inch heels, she seems to tower over you. There is no room for discussion, difference of opinions, or alternate points of view. Just her will. She told you that she is a different person in the suit but you hadn't imagined that the transformation would be like this. Not just her voice but her manerisms and her whole personality are suddenly different.