Caught!

Chapter 7 - Caught!

The next morning, I was tired and sore but happy from the prior night's exertions. After my alarm went off, I went through my morning ablutions. As I climbed onto the enema machine, now I understood why Bridget said it was important.

We were told to wear workout gear for today's training. I was glad, because I was too tired to fuss over an outfit and I was running late. I put my hair up in a messy bun, and pulled on a white lace thong, shiny white tights, and a blue high cut mock neck spandex leotard.

It was tight so I didn't bother with a bra. It did have a front zipper, so I was able to show some cleavage by unzipping it halfway down my chest. I ran my hands over the slippery fabric, enjoying the sensation. I loved being able to wear the tight revealing outfit. I looked in the mirror, and confirmed there was no sign of my cock, only a very slight camel toe on my smooth crotch. The tight layers of fabric highlighted a pronounced thigh gap that looked sooo sexy! My nipples prominently projected through the spandex.

It was going to be fun to watch the guards' reactions, I thought to myself.

I stepped into a pair of white lace up ankle boots, and tied them tightly, figuring they would give me more support on the treadmill later.

After we assembled ourselves in the hall, Mistress Grace addressed the class as usual.

"Class, todays lesson will begin your pliability training. With the compounds you have been given, you should be as flexible as a gymnast, or even more so according to Dr. Fray. This is a new option we are adding to this round of candidates, so we haven't done some of this type of training before to an entire class. You are our guinea pigs!" Mistress Grace exclaimed happily.

My sense of dread hit when she added, "This kind of flexibility should allow for some very interesting bondage positions in the future!"

We met in the "Dance Room". Dr. Fray was there engaged in a conversation with Jo and a dance instructor.

"This portion of the training is to further embed sensual female movement into your skill set. We want our slaves and sissies to be able to excite their masters and mistresses in many ways, both physically and visually".

I was curious about how this would work. Although I knew that I came a long way in terms of walking and holding myself as a female, but dancing?? My previous attempts at dancing as Alex were drunken embarrassments that looked like I was trying to stamp out an ant colony. I fully expected to feel the sting of Mistress Grace's whip during this exercise.

We were allowed to take our heels off for this training, but I felt very self-conscious without them! I missed the height and confidence they gave me.

We all lined up and held onto a bar bolted to the wall like you would see in a ballet class. The bimbos and I were all dressed in sexy leotards, and or sports bras and booty shorts. The sissies were dressed in ballet gear with pink tutus.

Mistress Grace had us begin with basic stretches. We started by putting our heels on the bar and leaning forward to touch our forehead to our shins.

We all did it easily. I couldn't believe how easy it was. Before Dr. Fray's procedures, I would have definitely pulled my hamstring if I had tried this only weeks ago.

"Grace, stop wasting time. My treatments made them much more flexible than that. You forget who you are dealing with!" Dr. Fray said with supreme arrogance.

Grace shrugged her shoulders and had everyone take positions spaced out across the room and spread their legs as far apart to the side as they could. Grace and even the guards in the room were shocked that we all slid easily to the floor in full splits... except Dr. Fray, who stood there proudly smirking.

Mistress Grace then had us do front to back splits, extreme back bends, and various other moves only performed by trained gymnasts, or even contortionists.

A large grin spread across Mistress Grace's face, and she had the guards retrieve several bundles of rope and shackles. "Everyone, get back into your shoes. Girls should always be restrained in heels".

The rest of the morning was spent naked (except for our heels) with the six of us in various hour-long bondage poses. Reverse prayer, hogtie, suspension, and various extreme configurations, including our legs tied behind our heads among other different instances of predicament bondage that manifested itself in a combination of torture and teasing.

To finish up that session, she tied two bimbos and two sissies each into a 69 position with their mouths filled with each other's chastity cages and balls. Heads, arms, and legs were tightly strapped such that each duo was essentially tied together into a compact ball shape.

Since I didn't have a traditional chastity cage, Mistress Grace pared me with the tallest bimbo Greta. She was a statuesque blonde that I spoke to at lunch quite a bit about our outfits. She was almost six feet tall and had giant firm tits... probably an F or G cup.

While her entire cage was lodged in my throat, a large double dong was inserted in my ass and bent over into her mouth since I didn't have a traditional chastity. Our arms and legs were secured around each other, and our heads held tightly between each other's thighs.

The whole group of six of us was arranged laying on our sides in a circle on the floor. I'm sure this was purposely done so we could see and hear the neighboring girls the entire time. There was a lot of moaning and whimpering going on muffled by full mouths of caged members. I wasn't sure if the noise was because of the tight bondage or because of frustrated cocks trying to get hard.

Then the moans started mixing with slurping sounds all around me. I guess the girls were following their programming and were sucking on whatever phallus is put in their mouth. This in turn was even more torture for everyone. No one could get fully hard or climax in their cages and were being continually frustrated. I guess I was lucky I wasn't getting any stimulation from my cock being in anyone's mouth, but Greta's sucking on the dildo in her throat connecting us was rubbing on my prostate. It wasn't nearly enough to get off with, but my cock was pushing against my chastity cap and I was getting very frustrated as well. At that point, I kind of wished I was in a chastity cage so I could feel Greta's mouth on me.

Mistress Grace was beaming with excitement, and I could see this was arousing her also.

"Since it will be difficult to eat with their mouths already full, the trainees don't need a lunch break I guess." She said mockingly to the guards as the group turned to leave. The guards were all smirking, making lewd comments, and laughing on their way out the door.

The bitch left us all moaning, mouths full, while staring at our neighbors in the group circle while she went for an extended lunch. Even though the cage wasn't very large that the bimbos were squeezed into, my jaw was sore from having Greta's cage and balls in my mouth for a full two hours.

The Alex still in me was disgusted and humiliated at my predicament. The Allie in me just wanted to get off. I seemed to bounce back and forth between revulsion and horniness randomly. I'm sure the bitch was watching on some camera and getting herself off while we all squirmed on the floor.

After their lunch, Mistress Grace and the guards returned with the same smirks they left with. It was clear that Mistress Grace wanted to leave us in this state, but the training schedule demanded we continue. We were all unstrapped. All the girls were in some sort of distress from being sexually frustrated and very stiff muscles. Everyone was rubbing their arms, legs, and jaws.

We were given 15 minutes to recover before the dance training began. We started with basic moves, timing, and coordination. Mistress Grace was not at all happy with the progress and my butt cheeks (as well as the rest of the girls') had the marks to prove it. After two more hours, we moved to the stripper pole and learned the basics of that form of seduction.

This sort of thing went on every morning for the entire week. Mistress Grace was clearly enjoying this training module. She took every opportunity to apply her riding crop, not necessarily because of anything we did wrong, apparently just because it was fun.

By Friday, disappointed with the progress of dancing skills, Dr Fray and Mistress Grace huddled and had an animated conversation.

"I have already planned for this. I told you before it would take years for the human brain to gain the skills you want in weeks or months, regardless of their motivations or the punishment applied." Dr. Fray exclaimed.

"My new modifications to the personality enhancement device are ready for testing. I suggest we try it on our new prototype subject... I forget her name..."

"Allie!" shouted Mistress Grace, "come over here".

I pranced over with as much grace as I could muster, but the look on Mistress Grace's face told me I wasn't as swanlike as I hoped.

"Go with Dr. Fray" she said abruptly as she turned back to address the rest of the class. "Class, let's continue on the pole, shall we? And please try and not hurt yourselves" as she swatted her riding crop against Greta's ass for emphasis.

"Yes, Mistress Grace!" the class intoned as they quickly pranced back over to the pole.

I followed two steps behind the old hag as she walked with Jo back to the behavior lab. She called ahead to have something ready. I couldn't hear what she was saying, so it left me wondering what craziness I had to endure next. I became increasingly nervous the closer we got.

As we entered, I saw Bridget preparing what looked like a gyno chair in a larger frame, but with a different version of the metal training helmet hinged open, apparently waiting for me. As I caught Bridget's eye from across the room, she gave me a barely perceptible smile and nod. My apprehension was ramping up, but that made me feel better about what was in store.

While Dr. Fray and Jo were talking, she discreetly reached up and played with her nipple at the end of her cone-shaped breast with her thumb and forefinger as she looked over at me. She was wearing another version of that latex nurse's outfit with the bullet bra cups that she knew I LOVED.

She is such a tease!

She sat me in the chair and picked up a different version of the inflatable latex hood. This had clear plastic eye covers where the last hood I had to wear during bimbo training had none.

"Hi Love!" Bridget whispered, "don't worry, Dr. Fray is a cold cranky old nut, but she is brilliant. Everything will go ok. Here, let me slide the hood on your head... smell it... feel it rubbing on your skin..." she said quietly.

Bridget's kind and calming words had me focusing on the smooth latex. The positive feelings I had for her were reinforced by the previous implanted suggestions in my brain telling me to enjoy being covered in latex. She knew how to lower my anxiety.

Her whispering in my ear was helping with my nerves, but my chastity cap was tested again with her sexy ministrations. With the others distracted, she sensually slid the hood on me, rubbing the latex into my face. I enjoyed her intended diversions as she lined up the eyes and nose tubes and zipped it closed.

While the gel was pumping in, and I waited for the metal clamshell to close around me, I could see as well as briefly hear bits of muffled conversation.

"This treatment should accelerate the physical learning curve for pole dancing, as well as any other physical activities we want the girls to become proficient in. It should drastically cut down training time and increase our profit margin." Dr. Fray explained to Jo.

"But wouldn't this also work in the real world? Again, you could make a fortune training people on all kinds of things." Jo exclaimed.

"Well, theoretically yes, my dear, but the subject would also have to have been pre-conditioned to a mentally malleable status comparable our girls for the skills to implant. But as you can imagine, restructuring large amounts of someone's personality would not be acceptable in the outside world."

"Subjects also need the physical pliability enhancements, if 'normal' unprepared bodies tried to execute these movements that are likely outside their capabilities, the lawsuits from torn muscles and broken bones would be astronomical! We don't need that kind of attention."

"I guess you are right again, Doctor" Jo conceded.

"The process works by virtual and augmented reality coupled with inducing information and further supporting suggestions via the helmet. Under the influence of euphoria gas, the subject will be first instructed with the proper technique visually and auditorily while the appropriate centers of the brain controlling movement and coordination are stimulated by electromagnetic waves at various frequencies to reinforce memories of these actions."

"The subject will then execute the move in their mind in VR in accelerated time, repeatedly. The brain will get constant feedback and correction and can execute the mental equivalent of thousands of trainings per day. Muscle memory will continually be reinforced. In their minds, they have been doing implanted activities all their lives. We should see real life skill improvements accelerate exponentially!"

Bridget strapped me down apparently so I couldn't thrash around, then closed the metal housing around my head while lining up the nose tubes, eye windows, and brain stimulators exactly.

The VR glasses built into the helmet closed directly over my eyes. The dildo fixation was slid and locked into my mouth again and inflated, which pacified me further. The gas was started, and I drifted again. Images of talented hip hop, shuffle, ballet, and ballroom dancers as well as strippers spinning on poles and strutting the runways filled my vision as the fog closed in.

I lost all track of time.

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I heard a distant muffled voice calling my name through the fog. I was so groggy, but what pulled me out of it was Bridget looking down at me with a concerned face.

"Are you with me?" as she gently peeled the latex off my head.

"Uhh, I think so. Where am I?.... What... Oh yea,... ".

I looked around to make sure we were alone and set my head back down.

"That was intense. My brain hurts... actually my whole-body hurts." I said weakly.

"I bet. It took a while for you to come out of it. I stayed with you the whole time. You were tensing different parts of your body constantly. It's 10 pm now. You have been under seven hours. Good thing you have an easy day tomorrow. Its makeup and hair training again, but I think Dr Fray wants you in this chair at least once per week, probably twice."

"Great"

I was covered in sweat, and my leotard and tights stuck to me like glue. Bridget unstrapped me from the chair and helped me up. She held onto me as my knees gave out.

"Easy, I've got you. Lean on the table here. Unfortunately, you still need to put your heels back on... rules you know." She gave me a thoughtful smile as she helped me zip my ankle boots.

As we were walking back to my room, limping back actually, she bumped my shoulder with a sly smile.

"Hey sailor, want to swing by my room for a nightcap?"

Just one look at that latex covered body almost convinced me. My cock made a valiant attempt to make its opinion known, but my body rebelled.

"Bridget, I can't imagine anyplace else I'd rather be than in your bed.... except right now. I am so wiped out; I can barely stand, my legs are trembling so much, and that wouldn't be fair to you."

I didn't want to be a selfish lover and make her do all the work. I told her I wanted to be 100 percent next time we had some quality time together.

She gave me a pouty look with those big green eyes, and I almost caved right there, but I know she understood. We slowly walked to my room, and she followed me inside to tuck me in... with a kiss on my forehead.

As I lay on my bed, I tried to recall the last eight hours. My brain was a jumble of images and memories. They were all mixed up and none made sense. I guess that's what happens when you cram years of memories into a few hours.

I shut my eyes and immediately passed out.

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The next month went the same way. Hair, makeup, mannerisms, dancing, and my sessions in the VR helmet, with me alone getting the mental training. I had at least 10 sessions, I couldn't be sure because the weeks just blurred together. Each time my body recovered faster, but my brain was still mush afterwards.

I was far exceeding the skill level of the rest of my training class. Dr. Fray was so proud of her accomplishment, she and Grace decided to set up a private show for Matriarch Anna.

One Monday, I was told to be at the movie theater room at 8:00AM that morning. Mistress Grace projected a few music videos that showed popular pop stars performing with backup dancers in the background. I had to do it cold, but I was able to duplicate the moves of the singers or backup dancers exactly in real time to the music video after only a few practice sessions.

It seemed so natural to me. My body just seemed to know what to do without a lot of conscious thought on my part. As the music thumped away, I fell into a rhythm. I even knew the dance terminology for all the moves I was executing. It almost felt like driving your car. As you go about your day such as driving to work in the morning, how often do you consciously think about moving your hands over the steering wheel and where you put them? You just turn the wheel left or right automatically as you need to, while focusing on the road. That's how I felt. Every kick, foot position, arm movement, spin, and step just happened. If I thought about it at the time, I could have controlled the execution, but I didn't need to. I remembered the moves I wanted to perform then just did them perfectly. It was so strange. When I finished, even I was in disbelief that my body just did that.

Matriarch Anna clapped her hands in delight, probably from the higher price she could charge for me now. We moved the demonstration to the dance studio, where I performed an acrobatic routine on the pole with arial splits and inversions, and finished up on one of the guards sitting in a chair with a sexy lap dance, grinding on her thighs and moving my core sinuously. My abs and hips were undulating like a belly dancer as I ground away. I didn't know my hips could move like that! It's almost like they did it on their own.

I looked like I had been a stripper for years.

"After only one month? VERY impressive Dr. Fray. Your bonus will represent your success. I am very pleased." said Matriarch Anna to a beaming Dr. Fray.

I imagined the old hag's face cracking from the smile. I was told to keep practicing after everyone left.

"Of course, Mistress Grace!"

As they exited, I went back to my pole routine. It was freeing in a way. I now had a creative outlet I never had before.... Granted, it wasn't like I was painting a masterpiece, but I was never a super creative person outside of solving engineering problems, always trying to be logical and focusing on math and science. I appreciated music but never had the time or money to learn to play an instrument.

Those few times I went out to a club, I envied those guys who didn't look awkward on the dance floor. Now I marveled at what my body could do,... and the physical effort gave me something to focus on while I tried not to think about the future.

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It was a busy time. Aerobics was added to my daily schedule to give me a bit more athleticism for my pole routines.

Back in my room, that night as I was getting my silky nightgown from my closet, I stopped at the mirrors again to stare at my continually developing body.

I was amazed and impressed with Dr. Fray's synthetic fat she used to create my breasts, hips, and ass. Even as I toned up and my abs started showing, the size of my hips, ass, and tits did not get any smaller. With my lower ribs pulled in and hip bones pushed out like they were, I was really approaching unrealistic 'bombshell' proportions at 34DD - 23 - 36, with somewhat defined muscles but very feminine in appearance. Clothes that fit my core were always stretched out tight at my ass and bust.

Lately, Bridget was kept busy setting up the training regimes for all cadres cycling through the process. We managed one brief hookup a night this week. It was phenomenal as usual, but I missed her. It left me too much time to think.

One night after training and practice, as I was settling down to sleep, I found a note under my pillow.

'Next time, IN LATEX!'.

I smiled, fantasizing about what she might have in mind and drifted to sleep, dreaming about my sweet and sexy nurse... wondering when 'next time' would come.

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At the end of the month, Mistress Grace gave everyone the day off from training. She said it was a break to start everyone fresh with the new topics the following week, but I suspected she just had other things to do.

Bridget had another set of tests to run for Dr. Fray, so I couldn't hang out with her. I avoided the other bimbos because the big topic of the week was what denier of pantyhose aligned with certain fabrics and what time of day it was. After the first two hours, my interest waned drastically so I excused myself.

With spare time on my hands, I wandered around the parts of the facility I was allowed to go into. Without many distractions to occupy me, my mind started wandering towards my uncertain future. Before long, depressing thoughts set in which brought back the lump in my stomach.

What would it be like to have an owner? Would my master or mistress be a sadist? Would I have some freedom, or constantly locked up?

... Who and how many people would I have to service?

... uhhhgg... this sucks!...

My mind went back to thinking about escape. I considered the locked exits. Even though any newcomers were locked in their rooms with ball clamps, the exit doors were always locked. From discussions with Bridget, I knew we were on the bottom floor underground, one level below a parking garage. The single-story building on the surface, looked like an office building from the outside, but really was just a Syndicate warehouse. Apparently, to blend in to the office park, there was no security fence outside. If I could get up to the parking garage level, I would have a chance to flee.

I thought about hot wiring the electronic locks, but I didn't have tools.... Also, how would I do it without alerting the AI cameras and the guards? I tried to think back to all the books I read and movies I watched where someone had to escape from somewhere. I didn't have 10 years to chip away at my concrete walls in my room... that's stupid... how about squirming through an air vent? With my super flexible body? I thought that was an option until I saw how small the vents were.

I kept pulling that thread in my mind. How can I put the changes they did to me to my advantage? Can I hide in a small box and ship myself out of here? In a laundry cart? Maybe it could be an option, but I would need Bridgets help, and I would need to take her with me. I vowed to discuss this with her next time we were alone in a safe space.

Whenever I had these thoughts, as crazy as it is, I found the training to be my distraction. The sessions were freeing and even fun sometimes... except for the treadmill and the Mistress Grace's predicament bondage which just left me sore and horny. But I always had fun with Bridget, with her hidden caresses, whispers, and teasing looks. This lulled me into a false sense of complacency... up to times like this where I had too much time to think.

I don't know at what point I would have sufficient training for Matriarch Anna will consider me ready to sell, but until then, I had this looming cloud over my head, and it was becoming darker every week I thought about it.

As I walked around the facility, I discreetly noted where the cameras were, and made a point to start tracking the guard's schedule. The exit doors seemed solid with one at each end of the 'H' shaped hallways that projected from the center connecting in a large atrium with pretend skylights. I knew they were fake because we were underground. Each leg of the 'H' housed a different function. One was the subjects' quarters like mine, the second was the administrators quarters, the third was the training rooms, and the fourth contained the dining hall, labs, and storage. There also was one other exit in the atrium that led to the garage. I explored as much as I could without looking suspicious, then had lunch and went back to my room.

To my surprise, there was a box in the center of my bed. Opening it, I discovered it was filled with black shiny latex clothing! There was a note on top with a heart drawn in pen, and below it said '7:00 pm tonight'.

It was just after 1:00 pm now, so I had a long wait!

I don't know what grew faster, my smile or my trapped cock behind the cap which started aching for release from its cave in anticipation.

Removing the items one by one from the box, I spread my presents out on the bed. The pile included a form fitting princess cut black catsuit with bust cups. The cups seemed off until I realized they were bullet bra styled!

Bridget, you rock!

I couldn't wait to see how erotic my boobs looked when compressed into these cone shapes like Bridgets were! They demanded everyone's attention. My nipples were getting hard already.

I continued to lay out the contents; gloves, socks, a bottle of latex shine, and a hood with eye, nostril, and mouth holes. It also had a hair tube at the top. At the very bottom of the box was a rather stiff looking rubber corset! It looked beautiful, but 'bondagy' with D-rings all around.

When I held it up, I realized there was one more thing in the box; a severe looking thick rubber collar with a larger D-ring on the front, and a hasp closure on the back. In the bottom of the box there was an open padlock. I looked in the box again, and there wasn't a key.

It appeared that Bridget was planning a little turnabout from the last time I showed up in my dominatrix outfit. She was going to take control.

I was excitedly nervous now!

What was she going to do to me!?!?

As I was planning for the evening, at least I didn't have to do much with my hair or makeup. Just a straight ponytail out of the top of the hood, my cat-eye makeup that I loved, and bright red lipstick.

I wasn't usually worried about venturing out to Bridgets room in various outfits anymore. To anyone who asked, we would announce that we wanted to play dress up and share clothes like the good little bimbos we were, with no one realizing the actual unlocked debauchery that was really going on behind her closed door.

However, if anyone saw me walking down the hallways in a full-blown latex submissive outfit and NOT heading into Mistress Graces room, it might raise eyebrows. I spent the afternoon perfecting a few excuses just in case. At least the hallways seemed to be mostly empty by 7 pm.

I was getting so excited, I could barely stand it, so by 3pm, I started to get ready. I sat on the enema machine. I was starting to understand why Bridget liked it so much. The process left me feeling so clean. Afterwards, I jumped in the shower and picked my favorite floral bodywash and shampoo. I wanted to smell nice for Bridget and wrestled with the idea of adding perfume, but didn't want to go overboard.

This was the one time I didn't linger playing with my tits or my new clit. My cock was already pressing against the cap as I thought about squeezing into the catsuit. I dried my hair and brushed it straight.

For a second, I wished that my hair was a different color... something that stood out more than its current golden-brown color, but as I continued brushing, I realized that it was so thick and full bodied, I concluded it looked good no matter what color it was... maybe someday I could experiment with different shades...

'Thank you again, Dr. Fray, you old bat' I thought as I pulled my thick silky hair into a ponytail.

I looked over the outfit on the bed and remembered Bridget telling me that if your latex wasn't chlorinated, you needed some silicon body glide to make it easier to dress. Since there was no dressing aid she included in the box, I assumed Bridget gave me a chlorinated version.

I picked up the catsuit and held it in front of me. It looked far too small, but I knew latex stretched quite a bit. It had a crotch zipper that went from front to back for easy 'access'... I stared for a minute. Where was the entry zipper? Then I realized that this was one of those neck entry catsuits that Bridget told me about... how can my ass or boobs possibly fit through that neck hole???

Oh well, one way to find out. I bunched the suit and pushed my legs through the neck opening and slowly worked my feet through the opening and into the legs. It was getting tighter as I pulled it up past my thighs, then worked it over my hips up to my waist. Being very careful with my nails, the neck hole felt like it was cutting off my circulation, but I kept pulling the latex up to my boobs while running my hands over it until it was tight and smooth on my lower body.

I made sure the zipper aligned with my pussy and ass.

I kept pulling and tugging it up my body, smoothing it along the way until I had to get my arm and first boob through the neck opening. The whole time I was squirming, I prayed the latex wouldn't split. It held fast as I put my second arm in, and the neck material popped over my other boob and settled into place. Whew! I smoothed everything and worked my tits into the cone shaped cups, tugging the latex, pulling my nipples, cupping and wiggling them, and pressing the material tight until the pointy cones stuck straight out, stretching the cups smooth.

I was fascinated with looking at my newly shaped tits, lifting, pressing, and fondling them. I was getting very worked up. At some point, I realized I really needed to stop playing with them. I guess that portion of Alex's brain that wasn't pushed into the backgroundwas a boob man. I couldn't stop admiring them. I couldn't believe they were part of me! My chest looked like a 50's fetish diva.

I shook my head and took a deep breath. I needed to get on with getting dressed. I pulled on my latex socks with their individual toes and walked to my closet. They looked so cute, I wanted someone to suck on them!

I paused and marveled at my body's encasement. The latex squeezed me everywhere in a sensual embrace. I understood now why it was such a popular fetish. At the shoe rack, I knew just what to look for. I pulled out a pair of 2" platform lace up knee high PVC boots with 7" heels. I debated with a pair of platform sandals to show off my latex covered toes but decided on the severity of the boots instead. I laced them up tightly and walked back to the bed to get the corset.

It was heavily boned thick shiny rubber. I wrapped it around my waist and walked over to the hook on the wall next to the bathroom. A hook like this was installed in all the girls' rooms specifically to tighten corset laces.

I tightened it by hand as much as I could, then looped the laces around the corset hook on the wall, exhaled, and leaned forward. That closed the last inch of gap. I tied the laces into a bow and stuffed the laces under the bottom of the corset to streamline my look.

I grabbed my hood. It was awkward aligning my ponytail through the tube at the top, but after the third try, it was perfect. With the eye, nose, and mouth hole aligned, I closed the zipper. It hugged my head perfectly without a wrinkle.

How does Bridget get everything to fit me so perfectly?

Next came the fingerless gloves. My half inch red nails were left sticking out the tops of the fingers. I quickly touched up the shine up all the latex I could reach. Now that my hood was on, I could add my cat-eye makeup without fear of smudging it. Then came my deep red lipstick.

Finally, I picked up the collar and opened it up. I placed it around my neck, putting the lock through the hasp. I took a deep breath, and with a feeling of excitement growing in my stomach, I snapped the lock closed with click of finality.

I just realized I AM LOCKED IN THIS SUIT! The only way out now is with Bridget's key! I didn't have a knife or even have any scissors in my room. They were all in the dining room or spa where we did all our major grooming.

With this realization, my heart started racing. The only way out of this suit was to leave the room and cross the facility to the spa dressed like this or successfully make it to Bridgets room!

I wanted to know what someone would see if I ran into them, so I walked to the mirror nook and stared.

OH MY GOD! The corset pulled my waist in another two inches! The image in the mirror looked obscenely sexy, like a caricature of a fetish doll!.... Big pointy tits, tiny waist, and a firm rubber bubble butt, sky high stilettos...

Once again, I was dazedly rubbing my rubber body feeling its smooth tightness with my cock trying its best to burst past its gate and through the latex.

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Shaking myself out of my self-lust, I realized that getting ready took much longer than I thought. It was 6:45 pm, and it was close to our meeting time. I was so excited for Bridget to see me like this. I wondered what her reaction would be?

I waited for 10 minutes and opened my door a crack. I peeked both ways. The hall was deserted, so I took a deep breath and strode out like I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing.

I was conscious of the clacking of my heels, as I rounded the corner into the staff wing... and ran right into Jo! She was dressed in workout gear; booty shorts, sports bra, and sneakers, so I didn't hear her clomping combat boots or the rattle of her equipment belt as she approached from the other hall.

Her eyes grew wide as she took me in, staring from boots to ponytail. She must have recognized my grey eyes and golden-brown hair.... "Allie?... So, Mistress Grace has a fun evening planned for you then?" she said with a big grin.

My brain froze as it blanked out on all my previous planned excuses.

"Uuh, actually... uh... uh Bridget and I are playing dress up and trading outfits, Mistress Jo! I should be going now. I'm late!" I tried to put as much perkiness into the response as I could before I scurried away.

I didn't look back and made it to Bridget's room. I quickly knocked and heard a quiet "Come in". My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour as I leaned with my back against the door. I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths to settle down before looking around the room. The lights were dimmed and a few scented candles were burning.

I walked into the center of the living area but didn't see her until I heard a voice behind me coming out of her closet.

"Bridget?..."

"You look fantastic!... slave!"

I spun around to see Bridget wearing an identical outfit to mine, save for the collar. Hers was thin and spiked versus the restrictive slave collar I was wearing. I took in her heavenly vision from top to bottom. Except for the hair and eyes, it was almost like looking in a mirror.

Her boobs were pressing hard against the smooth shiny latex, her red high ponytail cascading down to her shoulders, and the mouth opening on the tight hood framed her luscious ruby lips, pushing them further into a pout. The almond cutouts for her big green eyes made them seem even bigger... which now bored into me with pure lust.

If my cock was rebelling before, it was now painfully screaming to get out!

"Bridget! You look AMAZING!!!"

As we converged together, we couldn't keep our hands off each other, and fell into a deep, hungry kiss. One of her hands was behind my neck pulling our mouths together, while the other was exploring my latex covered assets.

Bridget had her hand on my boob, rubbing the tight latex and massaging the point of my nipple. She let go of my neck and began cupping and squeezing my ass with the other. I was alternating between kissing her and moaning frantically into her mouth as both of my hands grabbed that magnificent ass, pulling her closer as I tried to grind my 'clit' into her pelvis.

"Oh Bridget, please unlock me now!" I said between kisses. Our tongues probed and danced, trying to fuck the others mouth. I can't remember such passionate kissing ever in my life.

Breathing hard, she broke the kiss, pushed me away and took a step back.

Her face grew stern. "Didn't you once say not to tell a Mistress what to do... SLAVE!"

I was so horny, I wasn't ready to role play. I stepped toward her and opened my arms.

"Bridget...." I breathed....

"STOP NOW!"

"Not one more step NOR one more word from you UNTIL I ALLOW IT!"

I froze. I never heard Bridget raise her voice other than in pure orgasmic pleasure.

She must have had to clean Mistress Graces toys again because she pulled the riding crop from a case on her kitchen table. She was tapping it in her hand, staring at me with an intensity that scared me a tiny bit.

I never saw this side of her before, so I didn't know what she would do next.

"Yes,... Mistress" I managed to say, trembling in desire.

"Better"

I didn't notice before, but Bridget had put two heavy padded chairs together back-to-back and connected them with zip ties. She even secured a small pillow over the connected backs with a belt to make a homemade spanking bench!

"Kneel on one seat, put your tummy on the pillow, and your hands palm down on the sides of the other seat".

She again went to a container holding more of Mistress Grace's bondage gear and retrieved wrist restraints which she used to secure my arms to the chair in front of me. She used bondage straps to secure my thighs to the other chair.

I was beyond horny! Between my moans due to the pressure in my trapped cock, I begged;

"Bridget! Please, please unlock me!"

"You don't listen well, slave! I didn't say you could speak!", and she proceeded to envelop my head with a harness that included a 4" cock shaped gag. She pushed into my mouth and buckled it tightly, forcing the rubber penis to the back of my throat.

"There, that's better" she smiled seductively.

Her face turned serious again and she continued.

"Do you trust me?... Really trust me?"

I turned and looked up, part adoration and part excited fear.

I nodded my head.

"I know you haven't had any real BDSM training yet, so I may push some of your limits... this will really turn me on! But if it gets too much, say RED or... give me the middle finger as a signal... if you have trouble speaking" she grinned.

I moaned into the gag and nodded again.

First thing she did was unzip her crotch and unlock her cock. She was as excited as I and it grew to its full 10 inches of rock hardness in no time.

"You have NOT been a good slave so far..."

She then picked up a paddle and tapped it against her palm. "I am going to teach you that pain and pleasure are opposite sides of the same coin."

She lovingly caressed my rubber covered ass. My neck was getting tired from looking over my shoulder, so I stared down at the chair in front of me as I enjoyed the sensual strokes of her hand. Without the visual input of looking at her, my now heightened senses heard her breathing, felt every finger... every touch, her nails dragging on the latex... until, to my shock, SMACK!... she started working over my ass with the paddle. It started lightly, but as she continued, the impacts on my rubber ass grew in intensity.

"This is sooooo hot baby... you look so sexy tied up like that! Do you enjoy me hurting you?"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I never understood the appeal of getting spanked until that moment. I was helpless to any and all sensory input from my lover. She was completely in control of my pain or pleasure. I was tuned in to her every sound, every movement, every smell... whatever she offered me, I would accept... she was my goddess.

As the sting in my ass cheeks turned to a general warmth, I was getting even more turned on. She would break up the swats by running her fingers over my latex body. Tracing lines over my arms, legs, face, neck, she specifically avoided my breasts and crotch to my increasing angst!

Pre-cum was steadily leaking from my 'pussy' onto the chair below.

I really was getting the appeal of this BDSM thing now. My moans were completely from arousal, very distinct from my initial grunts of pain. I was grateful for any attention from my mistress and lover and completely focused on any sensory input she deigned to give me, positive or negative.

Bridget noticed too "I think somebody else likes this too!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I lost track of time as she alternated between fondling me and spanking my ass.

Bridget paused the spanking to both my relief and disappointment, but she decided to amp things up. She bent down and grabbed my rubber covered nipples and applied nipple clamps and weights as I squeaked into the gag.

"MMMMMMMMFFFFHHHH!!!!!!!"

"Oh, come on baby, the clamps don't hurt as much through the rubber".

After attaching the second clamp to my other nipple, she gave them each a tug and set them swinging. I groaned into my gag as my nipples started burning.

She went back to paddle my ass harder...

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The pain was blending with my loving connection to Bridget as the erotic scene was unfolding. She was my world, my provider of sensual pain and pleasure, causing my senses and thoughts to merge into a fog of desire.

At that point, Bridget decided it was time to add some positive input. She opened my crotch zipper, and proceeded to stick her tongue into my ass, slowly working around the rosebud, front to back, then back to drilling deeply.

I was moaning so loudly now, delirious from the sensory input provided by my mistress.

She switched to her finger after putting on a rubber glove to cover her long nails and lubing it up, she entered me with first one digit, then two, manipulating and stretching my hole. She expertly worked her fingers in and out. Finding my prostate, she started massaging it slowly.

Pre-cum was freely flowing from my 'pussy' now. I wanted to beg for my cock to be released, but I was a gagged and hopeless mess at this point, and my pleading was just unintelligible whining.

At that point, I was floating deep into subspace, moaning and whimpering uncontrollably. I didn't even know what planet I was on. Soon the fingers were replaced by pressure at my sphincter.

In the recesses of my mind, I thought 'I hope that isn't Bridgets giant cock, unless Dr. Fray's pliability upgrades work on that muscle tooooo...... aaaaahhhh!'

"MMMMMPPPPPHHHH!"

I screamed in surprise into the gag as the head of her big member passed my loosened-up ring. Bridget slowly slid the entire shaft into me as I felt her rubber covered hip press against my ass cheek.

"That's it Slave! you can take it!"

After some initial pain, my body began to adjust. She built up a pace, moving faster and faster as she pistoned her big dick into my tight ass. The loud slapping of rubber on rubber heightened the eroticism of the debauchery. As the head kept rubbing my prostate with each stroke, pleasure took over from discomfort and in a short period of time, I felt an orgasm slowly building as I thought in my haze "wow, someone is fucking my ass...."

Even in my daze, I wanted with all my heart to hold back and wait for her to climax first.

She kept up the rate, licked her fingers, and reached around to manipulate my fake clit.

Whatever that crazy hag Dr, Fray did to construct that thing out of skin and nerve endings I don't know, but at this point I would have kissed her on the lips!

It felt electric as I squealed into my gag.!

I was getting close and my moans were increasing in intensity with Bridget becoming more vocal herself... closer... closer... CLOSER... at the same time I heard her grunt loudly and felt gushes of warm liquid deep inside me, suddenly with her other hand, Bridget reached around and grabbed the chains of the nipple clamps and ripped them off my nipples with a snap!

"AAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMFFFFFFFGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs into the gag as pain magnified pleasure. Rope after rope of cum shot splashed onto the chair. It seemed to go on forever.

I felt my bowels completely filled with her hot goo as she stiffened and pressed her body against my ass.

As Bridget gradually slowed her squirting and thrusting to a stop, she kept her cock inside me and lay her latex head on my back, breathing heavily, giving my body a gentle squeeze. She dropped the clamps she was still holding onto the floor and reached up with both hands to knead my abused tits and softly massage my tender nipples.

"MMMMMM!!!" was all I could say as the pain in my nipples spiked and slowly receded with her loving gentle touches.

"Mmmm is right lover, that was fantastic" she said as she pressed her boobs into me with a contented sigh. I wished I was face up to feel our rubber cones pressed together. We both remained motionless for several minutes, breathing heavily and enjoying the moment.

I felt so close to her right now... until...

I was shocked to hear someone else clearing their throat, breaking the silence

My heart almost stopped as I craned my neck to the side and saw Jo sanding in the doorway, keycard around her neck, staring at us with her hands on her hips.

... How long she was there!?!?.... What did she see?!?

Stunned, I could only think

''WE ARE SO FUCKED RIGHT NOW!'

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