Karen Gillan

Emma woke the following morning to found herself bound tightly with ropes. She'd had difficulty getting to sleep the previous night and had obviously overslept. Hutchinson and Robertson were getting her ready for transport to her new temporary home. They said nothing as they worked. Pretty soon Emma was bound to their satisfaction, and they carried her down in the lift to an underground parking garage. Charlie was waiting there, chatting to an attractive blonde woman Emma had never seen before.
"Ah, Emma. There you are." Charlie said. "Sorry for the rude awakening, but your new master was insistent.
"I hope this isn't a reflection on what I can expect Charlie." The woman said in a sharp voice.
"Certainly not." Charlie said dismissively, then turned his attention back to Emma. "Emma, this is your new master. For the next month, you are hers, she will explain her rules and what will happen if you disobey them. I expect you to be good Emma. If you behave yourself, then it will reflect well on me." Emma was surprised that Charlie was giving her to a woman, but then she thought about it and couldn't remember Charlie actually using any gender-specific pronouns. She'd just kind of assumed it would be a guy, but obviously there were women in The Society who liked to collect latex slaves as well.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" The woman snapped impatiently at Hutchinson and Robertson, whilst impatiently tapping her beige pumps. "Put her in the car." She indicated a car parked a short distance away, painted white, with dark tinted windows. The two men carried Emma over to the car, but as Hutchinson reached down to open the back door, the woman shrieked "Not there you fools." She pressed a button on her key fob and the trunk opened. The two men bundled Emma into the trunk of the car, and she did not look happy about it. Charlie caught one last, pleading look on her face before the trunk slammed shut.

Charlie sighed, and confronted the woman.
"And mine?" He said, not quite as sharply as the woman, but still stern enough to show that he wouldn't be pushed around. The woman pushed another button and the back left door opened. Out stepped a gorgeous redhead wearing a blue latex dress that clashed brilliantly with her hair.
Karen Gillan

Karen looked uncomfortable as she awkwardly shuffled towards Charlie.
"As you can see, I only got her recently, she's still not used to the latex yet." The blonde woman said.
"That won't be a problem." Charlie replied evenly. He then spoke directly to Karen. "Welcome Karen. I am your master, Charlie. I must say, I like your dress very much, it's very becoming, and the bow adds a little something extra."
"Thank you master." Karen replied, barely audibly. She was now visibly shaking, mostly from nerves, a little from the cold of the underground car park.
"You're doing well Charlie." The blonde woman said. "Building a nice little collection. Before long, you'll have a collection to rival anyone in The Society. Let me know if you ever want to trade again. I guarantee all my slaves are top quality."
"Sure thing. Pleasure doing business with you." Charlie replied, briskly shaking her hand.

As the blonde woman slid into the back seat of her car, and it pulled away, Charlie turned his attention back to Karen.
"Hmmmm. Now what to do with you?" He said, more to himself than anyone else. Karen fidgeted nervously. "As I said, that latex is really sexy on you, unfortunately the effect is somewhat ruined by how visibly uncomfortable you are wearing it. I'm not sure of the circumstances that led you to becoming a latex ****, but you need to get over them. You need to realise, that this is your life now. Latex is your life. The sooner you accept this, the sooner you'll be comfortable in it, and when you are comfortable and confident in it, the sexiness of the outfit is enhanced."
"Yes master." Karen mumbles, again, barely audibly.
"I've got it." Charlie said, grinning broadly. "I know how we will make her more comfortable with latex. Robertson, take her to Dungeon #4 and prep the vac-bed. After a few days of being shrink-wrapped in latex unable to move a muscle, I think Karen here will come to see that wearing latex clothing really isn't so bad." Karen gasped audibly, and began shaking even more violently. Charlie thought for a moment that she might resist, but as Robertson placed a hand on her shoulder, she slumped. She would not resist. Charlie could see it in her eyes. Some celebrities were slow to adjust to life in latex, some fought back, and some allowed themselves to be worn down. Karen was an example of the latter. She was beaten down, defeated. She knew fighting was futile.

Robertson led the way to Dungeon #4, his hand tightly grasping Karen's arm. Charlie followed a few steps behind. He was confident that with a little time and training Karen would come to be an excellent ****. His investment would reap returns many times over.