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| She quickly pins her hair back Michelle steps from the car and feels her short, tight leather skirt brush against her thighs Michelle has decided to do something spectacular for him this evening, making a dramatic and symbolic act of submission, for when he joins her later that evening Michelle’s boots are next to the corset The closer she gets to the burnished steel doors, the faster she walks When she has the catsuit completely fitted, Michelle picks up a small, delicate pair of individual nipple clips Her entire body is on fire now Standing next to the car while she presses the lock button on her key ring, she brings her ankles together, and imagines them bound tightly with white cord Michelle lubricates her asshole with a lavender-scented jelly; using two fingers to fully coat the inside of her ass as far as she can reach with the slippery, warm lubricant Michelle luxuriates in her nakedness, standing in front of the window, surveying the lovely evening scene beneath her After she has smoothed on the powder and touched up the few spots she had missed during the initial application, she turns her attention back to the articles on the bed There is no bra interposed between those hard, sensitive points and the silk of the blouse She positions the head of the cock against her puckered rear entrance, and eases the dildo inside her as she snugs the panties up to her hips Her Master has summoned her to this hotel, to spend the weekend with him Yes, they are all there, in order A car roars to life at the other end of the nearly empty garage, the sound booming off the dirty gray concrete walls and ceiling Then, she begins The leather of the glove seems to heighten the sensitivity of her touch Michelle feels more naked and exposed now, enveloped beneath the opaque, red latex skin of the catsuit; than if she had been nude As a final gesture, she licks one of her fingers, and then presses it to the man’s cheek Thomas Carlson, his nametag announces Lacing them up her legs is extremely difficult with the corset severely restricting her movements and torturing her nipples with every movement While the man is getting her keycard, Michelle teases him further by unbuttoning several more buttons on her blouse It feels spectacular She can see his hands in her mind’s eye; hesitating, moving, fingers clenching and unclenching as he fights the urge to lift them up, open her blouse and cup her tits in his large, powerful black hands ” Before the young Mr Michelle’s fingers remain on the steering wheel, softly tracing the circumference of the wheel, feeling every nuance of the textured surface Finally it is time to raise the zipper A loud, far-off boom of thunder rolls across the sky, shaking the walls of the room and making the window glass vibrate Even being whipped is so much more intense, so much more satisfying with something big and hard inside her “Please, Master, fuck me well, tonight,” she says, out loud, to herself The prospect of what lies ahead has Michelle aroused already Each touch and scent brings a flashback memory of each and every time she has experienced the use of the thing, all the way back to when she had first purchased it, or when it was given to her by her Master It is as if the long vertical shaft hidden behind those doors is pulling her in, devouring her, preparing to suck her upwards The woman who looks back at her is a stunningly beautiful woman, her eyes bright with passion, and her body glowing with anticipation Beneath her sheer silk blouse, her nipples tingle with anticipation Then her finger stabs the plastic oval, bringing it to life, its red glow indicating that her command has been acknowledged She has to struggle to inhale and tighten her muscles enough to snap the closures shut When she is done, her arm muscles ache and the sweat is pouring off her body inside the suit She is feeling very naughty, very wicked, very much alive She must also ensure that no air pockets are left by her feet and ankles Her stomach had trembled when she had conceived the idea of what she was about to do Michelle breathes in and out in long, slow breaths Once they are in the elevator, Michelle again stands with her ankles and knees close together, returning to her mental bondage This high aerie will be the perfect location to drink in all of the savage power that is already beginning to swirl around outside the thin sheet of glass She closes her eyes, and holds her hands tightly together behind her back She knows that he is staring at her Who knows, Mr It is a jet-black, lambskin leather corset, also custom-made for her, with a strict, metal-boned skeleton woven into it, to mold her body into a beautifully wasp-waisted form that made the swell of her ass beneath the tightly constricted waist irresistibly attractive to her Master’s hand – and whip When she signs the registration card, Michelle leans as far forward over the desk as she can, to let her blouse gape open When she retrieves her finger, she pops it into her mouth, to lick it clean She wraps her torso in it, and begins to fasten the hooks in the front She had thought about putting the boots on first, but had discarded that idea A muted growl of mechanical beasts radiates from behind the faceless, expressionless steel doors Michelle ponders her predicament for a moment, before deciding on her solution She can feel the constrictions of the rope; feel the second set of ropes that would be tied around her knees She does not turn around, and does not see the young man stand, and then sit down again quickly to conceal the prominent bulge in his pants Michelle hurries out of the elevator as the couple enters A minute later, the doors slide silently back, revealing the empty void of the featureless cell she is about to enter The swirling bubbles of the whirlpool glide over her aching nipples Next, Michelle picks up the spray bottle of rubber polish Michelle makes this worshipful gesture to each item “Not quite good enough,” she says out loud to herself So much of her life now is so intimately linked to leather - sweet, soft, fragrant leather Lights are winkling on as the sky turns a dark indigo, the remaining sunlight quickly fading behind a rapidly approaching line of fresh thunderstorms in the west Then she steps into the panties and works them up her legs She quickly opens the trunk, lifts out her case, and heads for the elevator at the other end of the garage The combination of the pliable rubber nubs on her clit and the wonderfully satisfying fullness in her ass makes Michelle sigh deeply with contentment When she has removed everything from the case, and has it all arrayed neatly on the bed, Michelle stares at the assembled objects Being able to fit a single finger under the bottom or top edge of the tightly fit lambskin cocoon is the measure of her failure Her arms brush up against her breasts, grazing against her proud and succulent nipples, just begging to be twisted and pinched It takes Michelle 10 minutes to bring the suit up to her hips Michelle sits in front of the mirror at the boudoir table in the bedroom She gets the key to her suite with a minimum of fuss Michelle’s stomach jumps once again as the elevator lurches and begins to ascend to the main floor They are made of black latex, with an array of soft, flexible black nubs that fitted between her legs to press against her clitoris and her cunt “How strange they look,” she thinks to herself, as she folds her arms underneath her breasts If you wish to know more about Michelle and how she came to be owned by Master Damien, you should start with Training Michelle (Chapter 1, naturally) She stops to look at herself in the steamy mirror in the bathroom She turns again to look out the window at the gathering storm outside, before returning to face the bed, and to prepare for what she was about to do Michelle is keyed up and excited and on edge She watches them, clad in soft, black leather, flex and unflex as they move along the wheel Michelle traces her fingertips along the concealed zipper that was completely hidden when she was wearing the suit; that ran from the top of the ass on the suit, between her legs, and up to the high neck in front The boots have such incredibly tall heels that she can barely stand in them Next, it is time for her hands and arms to disappear Michelle draws her bath, and slips beneath the surface of the scented water As she turns to walk over to the registration desk, she sees the man in the elevator watching her Then, she stands up and returns to the bed and picks up the bottle of baby powder She moves slowly and carefully At the reception desk, Michelle registers using the credit card given to her by her Master Michelle pulls her car into the hotel garage Michelle is shaking with relief when the elevator doors open onto the hushed silence of the empty corridor that extends out in front of her from the portal from which she and bellman step Her feet are pointed like a ballet dancer’s en point in the severely sculpted boots She tries to not play with herself, but absently finds her fingers rubbing up against her labia, pushing against her clitoris, sending sparks into her belly Michelle rolls up the legs, and begins to ease the tight red rubber over her feet and ankles She can feel the moisture oozing out of her naked pussy, just barely hidden under the short leather skirt She caresses the blood red latex body-suit, that had been custom-fitted to her body so it clung to her like a tight, seamless, second skin With only four suites per floor, the feeling of the hotel is very personal, and intimate She inventories the items she has laid out on the bed Filling the palms of her hands with the fluffy white powder, she coats her entire body with it, every inch, every pore, and in every soft fold of skin; transforming herself into a pale, ghost-like image It is as if she is watching someone else’s hands Centered on the inside of the seat in the rear is a molded latex cock, that is a seamless part of the panties The latex feels incredibly cool and smooth as it is pulled over her skin, the powder acting as a dry lubricant to help to rubber slide over her eager flesh She spritzes some onto a cloth, and she rubs it all over her panties, bringing them to a lustrous shine, wiping any trace of the baby powder from them Engulfed in Ecstasy continues the story of Michelle and Master Damien “Thank you so very much for your kind attention, Sir,” she says to him, as she stares at him through heavily lidded eyes Teetering into the bathroom to survey the sexual avatar she has become, Michelle tests the tightness of her corset The effect on her nipple clips is incredible Once the bellhop has placed her bag on the luggage table in the suite’s bedroom and departed with his tip in his pocked and a smear of Michelle’s lipstick on his cheek, Michelle begins her preparations Michelle steps in His gaze remains locked on Michelle, his head moving like a tank turret to stay aimed at her body while she walks, until the elevator doors finally close in front of him, to send him and his companion down to the dark gray cavern from which Michelle has just emerged Michelle touches her face, feeling the butter-soft doeskin sliding along her smooth flesh Attempting to stand in them without holding on to something for the length of time it would take to don the corset would be absolutely impossible In any case, enjoy It is time now; there is no turning back At this stage in her training, she finds that she is most happy when she has a big fat dildo in her cunt or her ass, keeping her constantly on the juicy perimeter of arousal – except, of course, when she is being vigorously and soundly fucked by a real cock Her hands are shaking, and she is unable to control them She clasps her hands tightly together behind her back Michelle stops her hands before they go any further Once she has the panties pulled up as tight as she can, and she has smoothed the tight, thin latex so that there is not even a hint of a fold or crease to mar the surface; Michelle reaches between her legs to find the cleverly hidden slit in the panties Her cunt is already on fire, from the visual effect of watching her transform herself, and from the constant motion of the rubber nubs on her clit, the plug in her ass, and the tight clips pinching her nipples beneath the taut rubber of her suit With the zipper at her neck, she pauses to pirouette in front of the mirror Michelle steps to the bed, and picks up the first object It is a successor to the story Training Michelle, and is a companion to Elegance Ravished, Predators and Prey, Executive Submission, and Where the Wild Things Are The nubby texture of the cotton towel makes her skin come alive with desire His dagger is pointing stiffly at the target of his affections as well The bellhop follows in her wake, his eyes riveted on her ass like they were connected to it by a long string First, she picks up her panties She must not disobey her Master’s commandments, and just as important, she must keep her lust contained and her sexual energy fully charged, at its peak, until her Master closes the switch later and lets her accumulated store of passion burst out in a raw surge of ungrounded, primal sexual energy Michelle’s stiletto heels echo on the garage floor as she strides towards the elevator The bright, fluorescent lights on the ceiling of the underground garage cast a harsh glare onto the hood of her car, though the interior remains shrouded in darkness Each glove and arm takes another 10 minutes of careful pulling and smoothing Then, she returns to the bedroom to open her case and lay the items she has brought with her out on the bed The fingers of her left hand stroke the back of her right hand The man quickly and efficiently undresses her with his eyes She reaches inside the open zipper of the suit to pluck each nipple, stretch it to its most delicious limit, and affix a clip to the tender, pink point ” She slides a finger inside the slit and into her dripping wet pussy – just to make sure Clad in the skin-tight leather they seem to float in mid-air, belonging to someone else Each breath drags the smooth soft fabric over her nipples, making them throb with anticipation of what she is about to do She is about to disappear into her fantasy, to let it completely consume her Her body was preparing itself; opening up its nerve pathways, ready to receive an incessant assault of sensations Incredibly high spike heeled boots, that lace all the way up to just below her knees “I trust that the rest of the services you offer your guests are just as thoughtful and attentive to their needs Michelle steps out of the bathtub and dries off quickly Next, Michelle picks up her corset His eyes are glued to her unfettered breasts, swaying softly behind their silken curtain; to her smooth, round leather-covered ass, and to the smooth tan, uncovered flesh of her taut, muscled thighs It is time, she is ready, and there will be no turning back once she starts She can feel the perspiration running down the inside of the suit She fights the urge, clamping down on it with all of her will, to prevent herself from initiating the unstoppable sequence of events that would rush towards its inevitable conclusion, once the hair-trigger release on the erotic tension between them has been pulled Michelle tightens the clips as far as she can, causing waves of wonderful, delicious pain to shoot from her nipples to radiate throughout her body The young man seated behind the desk has a clear view of Michelle’s luscious breasts, hanging down like succulent, ripe fruit right in front of his eyes; fruit that is just begging to be picked and tasted, but that hangs just barely beyond his grasp Each item is carefully removed from the case and laid on the bed, but not before Michelle lifts it to her face, to inhale its scent, and to rub it against her skin The latex fits her literally like a second skin Michelle is beginning to sweat, from the combination of the catsuit encasing her body and her increasing arousal Michelle looks up at the man as she finishes signing her name She kills the ignition and sits listening to the ticking of the engine as it cools These tight latex panties have been custom-made for Michelle Michelle is almost finished with her outfit The storm tonight will be spectacular Michelle stands in front of the mirror to watch her flesh disappear, to be replaced by the shiny, smooth, red latex – an incredibly thin and delicate, but immensely powerful sheathing for her body Michelle shines her new skin with the latex polish to bring it to a brilliant, blood red luster Already, she can feel the sweat building on her legs, and beginning to pool in the catsuit’s feet Lightning flashes in the distance, followed by the muted booms of faraway thunder Soon, though, the latex is as hot as she is on the inside, though it remains cool and slippery smooth on the outside First, her blouse and skirt are hung in the closet, with her shoes neatly standing beneath them She regains her composure when an elderly couple steps around her to enter the garage elevator Michelle sits on the chair and slides the boots over her feet The corset’s molded cups squeeze and press on her breasts as she latches herself into it The zipper had two pulls on it, so Master Damien could open it to access her cunt and ass without removing the suit Michelle starts to dress “Good,” she smiles to herself, “Right over my cunt The bellman follows, silently behind her The thought of the bellman taking her right there, in the elevator, nearly causes Michelle to open her eyes and give the man the signal that would result in her being stripped naked and fucked as soon as they stepped over the threshold of her suite The smell of the leather is like an aphrodisiac to her Any air that is trapped will balloon out and completely mar the effect of the suit Carlson, maybe you will have the opportunity to attend to my needs again, during my stay It is complete, with feet, gloves that were seamlessly attached to the arms, and a hood that pulls up over her head, leaving just her face exposed Michelle opens her eyes, not realizing they were closed She has to physically look to see that her feet were not bound before she could move It is easy to tear the thin, delicate rubber with a careless pull or slash of her fingernails She can smell the oil and engine exhaust in the garage Her fingers play with each other, caressing stroking, tightening and relaxing When the doors open to reveal the main lobby of the hotel, bustling with people, Michelle is momentarily bewildered, as if she had been lost in a subterranean cave for days and has just stumbled back into the light Carlson can find the words to reply, Michelle turns to walk towards the elevator The warm water dances against her flesh All of her senses are sparking with electrical fire The young man who behind the desk is totally enslaved by the sultry, exotic vixen standing in front of him, exuding such a warm, sensuous glow She watches the raindrops slide down over the twin arcs of glass where the wipers had been methodically sweeping them away Michelle’s blood is beginning to stir, as she picks up the next item on the bed “God, I am such a slut,” Michelle says out loud When she reaches the elevator, Michelle hesitates for a moment, before pressing the button Michelle forms a triangular outline shape with her thumbs and forefingers, and presses the downward pointing open triangle against her naked, clean-shaven pussy Neither says a word, as Michelle starts the short walk to her suite at the end of the corridor The doors, unbidden, close behind her She stands ramrod straight, her breasts thrust out directly at the bellhop in front of her Michelle is a bitch in heat, and the young man knows it |
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