The body suit

You find yourself very flustered at the line up of clothing that is here. Not just at the idea of wearing it is exceedingly erotic, but you would feel mortified having anyone see you in it. Sure you are in the middle of nowhere in a house that no one you know would recognize you...but your embarrassment is still there.

You take a step back where you feel something soft and slick beneath your foot. The full body suit is at your feet still. You reach down and pick it back up, and notice the full latex hood that matches it. It certainly would hide your identity. You just need to make a call after all, could take off the ridiculous outfit afterwards and just leave...and you hate to admit it, you wondered how the maid felt wrapped up in that rubber.

You take a moment and decide to try something completely out there and begin to put the full body suit on. You unzip the back after putting on the elbow and knee length gloves and socks, they go on surprisingly easy, shocking you how comfortable they feel for something so seemingly restrictive. You then put on the body suit itself, as it fits to your proportions well, causing you to feel almost like you never want to take it off. More and more this is feeling like a good choice to you. You reach down and grab the mask before placing it next to your face feeling the soft cool latex on your cheek, you look at yourself in the mirror, every curve and part of you hidden yet also revealed. You catch yourself before you can moan in lust. You place the mask on, a part of you wanting to see the full ensemble. It's tricky to get on correct at first, but a push here and adjustment there and your hair goes in without issue, you zip up the back of the hood and look in the mirror, seeing a stranger looking back....but it's not is it? That's you. And damn you look sexy. You look back down at the rest of the ensemble, the cuffs and gag.

"Heh, not a chance. I might like the suit, but I'm not going to give the impression that I'm a ****."

As if hearing your words the suit instantly shrinks on you, becoming very tight all over your body, the cuffs on the floor glow for a moment as they move on their own. They reach your body and wrap around your ankles, thighs, wrists and biceps. It's only through sheer **** of will you are able to grab the ball gag as it flys towards your mouth. Yet as you grab it, it resists you, trying to seek it's destination. You feel yourself about to succeed at pulling it away enough before the suit itself constricts again temporarily, specifically on your nipples and aching crotch. You moan lewdly as you lose your grip and the gag locks into place.

You immediately try to pry the gag off, pulling at the back and attempting to undo the lock to no avail. As you struggle in your now much more troublesome predicament, it becomes worse as you hear a voice behind you.

"****. What are you doing in here?"

You turn to see the maid, looking at you puzzled. She looks around the room and peers into the bathroom, looking for something.

"And where is our guest?" She looks at you, expecting an answer right away, despite your inability to speak.

You shake your head and point to yourself, doing what you can to inform her you ARE the guest. Her eyes narrow behind the hood, the closest you can tell to her getting annoyed. She approaches you and grabs your wrist cuff and pulls you towards her.

"Do not lie to me ****. Our guests do not have **** outfits, nor would they put one on. You will point to me where she is or I will make sure you go to the Dungeons for your disobedience. In fact, I think we'll do that anyway, you are not supposed to be here!"

'The dungeons?! Fuck that!' you struggle at first, however she reveals to be surprisingly strong for her frame, until you push away, causing her to lose balance on her heels. You immediately run out of the room and into the hall, not looking back as you see two pathways as well as a series of doors. You gotta move before she catches you!