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For those that don't know, forgot, or just enjoy the reminder...I was
indeed, at one point in my life, a slave. In the bondage realm, I
mean. I fear every time I say that someone might forget where they
are and come questioning me on thing. I was young and never quite
understood what I wanted out of life yet. One weekend, however,
changed all of that...
Katalina Star
A
SUIT MADE OF DESTINY...AND RUBBER
I had just turned nineteen and my Mistress, of whom I had lived with
by then for a few years (Obviously she never did much of anything
until this point), decided it was time for me to get out and meet
some of her more peculiar of friends. Not that she grew tired of me,
I hope, it's just she knew what I had previously mentioned. That I
had no set goal in mind with what I was doing with my life. Serving
my Mistress was rather obvious, but I couldn't do that the rest of my
life. But, still, she understood it was up to me to decide that and
also up to me to decide the sort of slave I would be for her. Cue in
her friends.
Now, I don't quite know how my Mistress had met these two or what
they looked like. However, Mistress assured me that so long as I did
what I was made to do everything would be okay. Right there would be
a red flag for some people, but for me I knew such instances simply
came with the territory. Although the word “made” instead of
“told” struck a chord with me. And so it was all aboard the train
to go from Sussex to Manchester where I was to meet them. Not at the
trainyard, but at their home, which I had to make my own way to. The
entire time I felt as if I were five years old again sitting in the
backseat of my parents car anxiously awaiting the arrival to
grandmother's. I had no idea what was going to happen and the thought
exhilarated me.
Finally at their home, I gave the bell a chime and waited. I waited,
and waited, and of course was on the verge of waiting some more when
the door opened. I was...floored by what I saw. Two, what I suppose
were women, staring down at me. I supposed because the two of them
were completely covered up from head to toe in rubber suits.
The one on the right wore a checkered printed dress with a white
buttoned top and a red wig over her face painted mask. The left one
wore a full body gown of a violet shade and a blond wig overtop of
her mask. Everything, of course, was rubber. I won't deny that a
small part of me did wish to turn around and return to the station
but they both made the first move turning sideways inviting me in. I
looked each one over and stepped inside.
IF
THE SUIT FITS...
I was brought into the living room where they immediately went to
work. Not removing my clothes, but stroking my hair, patting my head.
Basic things to calm my nerves...or study me like some new pet.
Either or, I was calmed as one reached out the pinched hold of the
button on the top of my shirt. I had thought she was set on removing
it but she pulled her hand away and looked back at me waiting. There
was no force, only the slight awkwardness on my end as I tried to
figure out what she wanted. I soon realized and nodded my head. A few
moments later my top was unbuttoned, removed, and resting over the
arm of a nearby chair. Her friend was in the corner working something
in the corner by the closet and it drew my attention momentarily. At
least until I felt the closer one touching a finger along the top of
my jeans.
I
turned back almost startled but she treated it like my shirt and just
waited, letting me set the pace. It was clear to me how much Mistress
must have told them about me and how new I was to all of this. Their
level of patience was something I wasn't soon to forget.
Having to take off my boots before removing my jeans, I now stood
before the two as the other had come to investigate as well. I stood
in nothing but my bra, panties, and socks. Once more they waited. It
took me a bit but I soon realized that they were waiting for me to
further undress, or see if I would. The other had arrived so
preparations must have been completed, and yet they wouldn't touch
me. Not until they knew I was okay with it. All of this I was
assuming, of course. Still, I went for the message to indicate I was
okay as I crossed my wrists together in behind my back and nodded.
That seemed like a message they could understand as one of them left
back for the closet and the other stepped in close to reach around
and unclasp my bra. Before each motion she would look back to me for
a look of uncertainty, but I never lost my smile.
Call me naive or stupid, but if you really can't trust those you're
working with in this lifestyle then it's hard to really find anyone.
But again, these two came with the approval of my Mistress so...it
was easier to trust them.
Soon I was naked from head to toe. My underwear and socks rested over
along with my clothes as the one who had left earlier once more
returned with a clear, peach tinted rubber body suit. I looked it
over until I felt a couple of gloved hands gently touch my arms. I
turned and found the first woman gesture me to follow her. I nodded
and looked the suit over before following after the woman down the
hall where she pointed me into the bathroom. She patted my head and
closed the door to give me my privacy.
By this point I knew the drill; bathroom and then shower. By the time
I was washing up my body I started to realize just what was going on
here and I smiled with anticipation.
PLAYING
DRESSUP ISN'T JUST FOR KIDS
It was time to be suited up, it seemed, as I came from the shower
washed and dried and made my way into the living room. Both women
were straightening out an outfit of rubber when I entered drawing
their attention. Looking over, one of them came and gave my hair a
tender stroke before guiding me into the middle of the room where I
was given the peach coloured suit. The women dipped down to their
knees and helped me step inside of the outfit and began drawing it up
my legs. It was the first time I had ever worn anything that tight
and I was afraid it wasn't even going to fit me! However, with their
skill and patience they managed to inch the outfit up over my body.
When it was on I still felt rather naked even though my body was
essentially covered. I ran my fingers down the front of the suit and
moaned over the coolness it presented. But that wasn't the last of
it. As I said they had prepared an entire outfit for me to wear.
Next came on some deep purple rubber stockings that they rolled and
tugged along my legs until they each came to a stop across my thighs.
For some reason, that's what really brought the tightness into play
for me and I was a little uncomfortable but I figured it may be
something I could get used to.
After that came some rubber black panties, which took some effort and
I was waiting with anticipation on seeing just how far they'd go with
their fingers when it came to my crotch. To my surprise, and slight
disappointment, the closest they got was just around my sex as they
tugged and made certain the panties were on nice and smooth.
Afterward came a black rubber skirt which was cause for more effort
and I could hear some slight grunts through one of their masks. I
giggled to myself and did my best to stand perfectly still wondering
just what the end result would be. Of course, I knew given how these
two looked, but what then? Surely they were dressing me up for
something. I had thought my Mistress would come over and snap a few
photos then take her rubber doll home
My mind continued to race as my arms were guided through the hooks of
a rubber bra that was rested on over my breasts and tugged back to
showcase even more of my figure. This was difficult to remain still
at as I licked my lips and instead focused on the fireplace as my
arms were soon guided through a black rubber halter top. As one began
zipping that up the other started working on my hands pulling on some
deep purple rubber gloves. When my top was zipped and I felt the
pressure against my chest, the hand was gloved similarly.
Both of them then crouched down in front of me as I stepped into a
pair of heels that, surprisingly, weren't rubber but leather. These
went on relatively easily and were zipped up tightly to my knees. As
one finished zipping her boot the other went and produced a mask much
like their own with a face imprinted on the front of it. I knew this
was coming and when I saw it my labido hit a new record high. My
smile earned me a few strokes along my hair as soon the mask was
pulled down across my head and zipped. Right away I wanted to see a
mirror so I could look at my new self but they weren't finished yet.
I wasn't going to be bald so they rested me with a wig. A black one.
As soon as that was straightened I felt them each grab hold of my
hands and they both walked me to a full length mirror where I could
finally see the finished product. It was amazing, it felt like I
wasn't even there. Like my mind was in another body. I wanted to walk
the streets! Honestly! I didn't think it would be possible, but...I
soon found out our minds were perfectly sinked.
BEGGING
THE DOMINANT ROAD...
After the leather collar was tightened up around my neck with a thin
leash tethered to it, I was indeed led outside. After locking their
door and giving my lead a tug, I followed. I didn't know where I was
being taken all I could think of was what did other people think when
they saw us? The walk itself was definitely in the invigorating level
as I had never truly felt this open about who I was and what I loved
doing. It felt so...naughty. I know what some of you are thinking and
yes, while that is a play on my tag team name it's not the origin
story there. The story of that is actually more boring than you might
think.
Anyway, what surprised me most was the reaction that the three of us
got. I say three because even if some were directed to any one of us
it was hard to tell as nobody seemed to mind. It was as if this was
just a normal occurrence in their daily lives. I looked to the two
women who, I would later be told by my Mistress, had walked these
streets enough times in their outfits that people no longer truly saw
it as a bondage scenario.
Now, I won't get into the details of how some kinks are kinks because
they're private and over exposure of them dilutes the enjoyment of
it. To be honest, I didn't know then and I still don't know now how
they felt during that walk but I enjoyed it. Perhaps, because, it was
my first time doing something of that nature but over the past few
years I've gotten myself known in my neighborhood as the “filly
lady” on account of riding my ponygirls up and down the streets. It
hasn't diluted my enjoyment of it one bit because...it's my personal
philosophy that despite some feeling that the dominant is on top I
work toward the enjoyment of the submissive. So maybe that's how they
felt when they walked me. But again, I'm falling out of place here.
Eventually our walk led us down inside of a grocery store. I...didn't
know quite what to think, especially when my wrists were shackled up
to the cart telling me I'd be the one pushing it. So through the
aisles we went in a setup I had assumed the two would keep to
themselves in. But they waved at others, assist an elderly woman
gather up things from the top shelves, helped a lost girl who was
lost from her mother, and even used coupons! They...they were normal.
In their completely dominant roles, they acted as if nothing to them
was out of the ordinary and treated no one any differently. They
weren't simply experiencing this life...they were living it.
As I was led after them, carrying the bags of course, I made the deal
with myself. As soon as I returned to my Mistress I would ask to
become a dominant. Not for power or pleasure, but because this is
what I wanted in life. It was what I wanted it all to be. Accepted
for who I was.
I was going to become a Mistress.
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