No Harm done

Whoever it was, the only people who knew her personal info and could have tempted her to this retreat were people in her inner circle, or those higher up the food chain. They could already ruin her in any number of ways already. While it was disconcerting they chose to play this way, they clearly meant her no public embarrassment at least. This was between her and whoever this was. She stared at the lettering. Gold, fancy. They had done this professionally, the parchment tastefully decorated with a delicate golden border.

They wanted to impress her. Taylor let all her worries go, she should have guessed that there would be no true retreat for her. But that was okay. It was probably for the best that someone was watching over her out here, even if it was simply another adoring fan. Taylor walked over to the closet, she picked up the box to put the envelope back, and discovered under it a small blue key. Had that been there last night? Surely not. A small tag on the key simply labeled it as "Receive."

Taylor took the key. Her heart thumped in her chest. She knew she was agreeing to something this time. They wanted her... to give. She knew what that meant. But she had enjoyed last time, and she wanted more, whatever it was. They were crafting her an adventure with care, and her fear was drifting away. She took the key next door to the room adjacent her own and opened it. The door swung open easily, leaving Taylor in shock. A solid rectangular block held a mass of oily black limbs. They reflected from every direction by a myriad of mirrors, each one clearly another compartment in a massive walk in wardrobe. In the center, was a hooded catsuit with zippers all the way down to the nether region. All that latex. Her hand drifted downwards just imagining it. It would encase her in the stuff. Taylor walked around the block, picking up the slightly oiled and polished suit, all prepped for getting into. The zipper slid easily open in a satisfying manner. She would have to be fully naked to keep going.

Taylor took off her evening wear until she was reflecting from every angle, her white skin mixing with the black latex. She picked it up, stepping one leg in first, feeling it glide and seemingly peel onto her leg, all the way until it hit with almost a squelch into her bare sex. Taylor gasped, putting the other leg in, wobbling on her high heels as her sex came to swim in the latex, entirely encased down there. She couldn't help but press her crotch as she enjoyed the back of the suit wedging itself in and separating her cheeks as she worked deeper into it. She reached back to cup her ass and.... Taylor stopped.

"Are those pads?" Taylor asked no one. She felt her ass again. The suit had enormous implants of sorts that melded with her flesh seamlessly. Looking in the mirror, Taylor saw her butt definitely more rounded and fleshed out. Wider, fuller hips. Taylor felt the sting of tabloid journalism and wanted to stop everything. Taylor didn't know much about latex sex suits... was this standard? Was she being oversensitive? Taylor looked at her ass again. It was... a look. She had always been comfortable with her body. She didn't want to change anything about it. She wanted to finish putting it on though, it did feel very nice.

Latex slid up her arm until her hands filled the gloves, it fit her arm perfectly, there was no slack at all besides what was needed to move. Her breasts pushed into a small crevice but it was obvious the catsuit made her look like she had at least a D cup. This whole suit was starting to really annoy her, but her new latex fingers had just found her sex. She reclined on the padded bench and moaned, arching her back. This is what she had craved last time. Every movement of her legs or torso sent waves to her sex, her other hand grabbed her breast but she could hardly feel anything with all the padding. Taylor mewled in frustration. The suit was designed for the pleasure of men.

Taylor wanted more. The hood on the suit was all that was left. She lifted it over her head, pulling her hair through a small cylinder near the top. Until only her eyes and lips could be seen. Taylor almost shied away from her reflection. She looked freakish. Kinky. Anonymous. It drew all your attention to her eyes, her lips, and her curves. She didn't look like herself anymore, she saw a stranger, a sex object. Her new curves made her look so obscene. Obscene, or sexy? Tracing her large breasts, she realized she harbored at least a little resentment for women with these features. But none of this really mattered right now, the overwhelming feel of latex all over was begging for pleasure endlessly.

Alas, the bench was poorly padded, and her bed was next door.

And there it was. A red key on the door.

One word. Give.