Now for some aftercare

Two hours later Sarah groggily opened her eyes. The first thing she felt was how sore she was. Her legs felt like rock to the touch but the idea of standing made her knees weak. Her core felt stiff and shifting to sit up was a shaky struggle. That's when a familiar catsuit walked in and pressed a hand to her back to assist in sitting her up. In it's free hand was a glass of water that is gently brought to her lips. She took a few sips of the cool beverage, thankful that her punishment was over.

The suit placed the water on the nearby table and straddled her lap. It pulled her into it's chest where she nuzzled the mounds of what felt like invisible breasts. It ran a smooth hand through her hair as it hugged her close. Sarah sighed with contentment into the latex. happy to enjoy a little bit of doting after her morning.

Her AC kicked on quietly and it wasn't long before Sarah began to really feel the chilled air and for goosebumps to form all over her body. She shivered against the outfit and pulled it closer the same way she would pull in a person to warm up. Keeping her face buried in the latex she felt something tap her on the knee. Reluctantly pulling away from her shiny pillow she found her phone tapping a corner against her. She gently plucked it out of the air and looked at the open notes app. "You need a shower." Sighing she nodded her head in affirmation. The catsuit climbed off of her gently and offered a hand to help her up. She took it and allowed the outfit to pull her to her feet. Her muscles cried out in objection to any action but she ignored the pain and hobbled her way to the bathroom with the catsuit following.

Inside the bathroom the catsuit turned on the water and waited a moment for it to heat up. Sticking a hand under the shower head it seemed satisfied as it gestured for her to step into the standing shower.

The hot water hitting her leg felt amazing as she stepped into the water stream. She stood there for a few minutes and let the water beat against her body, enjoying the heat that both fought off the cold air and relaxed her muscles. She then lathered her body with soap and scrubbed away the sweat and oils. She heard the bathroom sink turn on and scrubbing. Peaking her head out of the curtain she saw the outfit cleaning itself. She hadn't thought that it would need to do that and it was an entertaining sight to see. She giggled and the outfit stopped. Slowly it raised a wet hand toward her and she watched it curiously. Then it flicked it's fingers, flinging water onto her face! She laughed and returned in kind with her own flick of water at the outfit before returning to her shower.

After twenty minutes she finally turned off the water and opened the curtain. She found a gray towel hanging on what looked like an invisible hook in the air just in front of her. Taking the towel she patted her body down before wrapping it around herself and stepping out of the bathroom to see the catsuit also patting itself dry.

A spoon being knocked against the edge of a pot caught her attention as a sweater jean's combo cooked something in a large pot. The towel gently tugged her towards her bedroom where she saw a pair of comfy leggings and a t-shirt patiently waiting for her. She approached the outfit and pressed a hand to it's full chest. She had to admit that playing with breasts was always fun regardless of whether or not they were hers. Or real for the matter. Some tan panties approached her and she stepped into them. The towel removed itself from her body and wrapped around her hair leaving her there in just the panties. The leggings flattened and slid to her feet where she stepped each leg in one after the other and let it garment slide up the rest of the way. As soon as they settled she felt the support her more than usual and relaxed into them finding them supporting her almost entirely. She raised her arms and the shirt rose up and slid over her torso. The towel moved itself and her hair around to fit through the top hole without getting the shirt wet.

Now clothed Sarah felt the leggings gently lead her back to the couch where the sweater presented a bowl of chicken soup. She accepted it and inhaled the first of three servings of soup. After she was finished she leaned back as the sweater took the bowl and began cleaning the kitchen. Feeling very relaxed she pulled up her keyboard and booted her PC. A few hours of light gaming made for a good use of the afternoon.