I revised this story following useful constructive criticism I read on the MC Stories Message Board. I hope people like the reworking. Feedback certainly helps stimulate the imagination.
"This way, Miss. ...?" The smartly dressed male secretary led the way.
"Turner, Julia Turner."
"We were expecting Mr. Turner..."
"He fell sick last night, he couldn't make it."
"And he's your father, husband?"
"No, there's no relation, though I get jokes enough about it at work. His son works for the company too, but I'm just another Turner."
"Ah, well Mr. Gage was expecting Mr. Turner. He's been a client of ours for ten years this year. Did you know that?"
"No, I've only been with the company a couple of years. However, I am sure I can capably speak on Mr. Turner's behalf and I'm sure he'll be delighted to arrange another meeting with Mr. Gage when he's feeling better."
"Right." The secretary said, still seeming a little uncertain. "Through here." He opened the door into a spacious office. "Please take a seat. Mr. Gage shouldn't be more than a few moments." He smiled weakly and then left the room.
"Thank you." Julia sat on the comfortable black leather chair that the secretary had indicated.
Julia took out the papers she had brought to go over with Mr. Gage and put them on the glass table in front of her. There was a paperweight on the table, a kind of many-sided crystal. Julia picked it up and felt a strange sensation that unnerved her. She put it down immediately, but could not look away from it. The way it caught the light on its different facets drew her gaze, it seemed almost to be moving, shimmering as it sat there.
Julia felt a little uneasy and glanced around the office to distract herself. It was very sleekly designed, all the furniture was black leather, even the desk was leather covered and edge with chrome. A large leather sofa sat at the other side of the room. It was perfectly polished, the leather stretched taut across it and for some reason Julia was reminded of a motorcycle courier she had seen on the way over, his firm thighs and bum so clearly shown in the tight leathers he wore.
Julia glanced at her watch, she wondered how long Mr. Gage would be. This was the last visit of the day, and it was already dark outside. Julia glanced over at the windows, with darkness outside and the office high above the street lights the windows acted as dark mirrors. Some reflected movement caught Julia's attention. She looked closer at the window and then around the room to work out what it was reflecting. For the first time Julia noticed a door close to the corner, that was ajar. From where she sat, she could hardly distinguish it from the rest of the wall, but the mirror of the window let her see through the gap into the room it opened to.
Julia's mind tried to process what she could see. It was a woman's face, an attractive woman, about her own age. Her hair was slicked back with some kind of shiny gel. Julia wondered why she could not see the rest of the woman, and then she realised that she could. The woman was moving slowly, gently stroking her hands up and down her body. As she moved some shards of light caught the clothes she wore. Julia realised that she had not seen them at first because the woman was clothed from head to toe in a glossy black. It glistened as she moved, and as Julia looked closer she realised that the woman wore a catsuit, something that clung to her like a second skin, it had to be polished rubber. Now Julia could make out the thigh-length boots the woman wore, rising her up on heels that seemed impossibly tall. Julia realised she was holding her breath with surprise and fascination as if she was seeing through a portal into another world. Her mind spiralled with thoughts. She felt astounded that someone could be so blatantly erotic, and here in a plain office. There was no way Julia could look away. Julia had never been attracted to women, but as she watched she increasingly realised that she was not attracted to this woman, but to what this woman was.
Julia's mobile phone warbled and her attention was snatched away. She answered it. It was just her line manager checking she had arrived at all her meetings without trouble, asking whether she was returning to the office and checking what tasks she had for the next day. By the time Julia had cross-referenced things with her electronic diary, she realised Alexander Gage had come into the room and was standing above her. He was a slim man in his forties, with strangely warm brown, almost honey-coloured eyes. He was clean shaven with dark hair touched with a few strands of grey. He looked relaxed in a black suit and black v-neck pullover. He wore soft black leather shoes. The only break in the colour was the expensive silver watch he glanced at.
"Sorry about that." Julia apologised, rising to shake Mr. Gage's hand.
Mr. Gage gestured that it was nothing. "So you are Miss. Turner, no relation, Mr. Turner is sick. Andrew told me."
"Andrew? Yes, your personal assistant. Yes, that's right."
"No worries, women bring certain distinct talents to business, some of which I value more than others. I'm sure this won't take long. and I'll arrange with Mr. Turner to come over when he's better."
"Yes, we can do that."
"That'll be good, I'd like to see him to mark the ten years. It would be good if he could come over so he can collect the gift I have for him."
"Yes, yes, of course, I'm sure he will be delighted." Julia sat down, self-consciously glancing back across the room, but she realised the door was now closed and she could barely make out its shape in the wall. "Right." Julia said, clearing her mind and turning to the papers in hand.
Mr. Gage read through the papers and signed them quickly. "Right, that's in order. When will Mr. Turner, Peter, I should say, be able to come over?"
"Erm, I don't know."
"Can't you fix a date now and get him to stick to it?" Gage looked at her directly and Julia felt she had to respond.
"I don't know." Julia said hesitantly. She felt she was somehow being tested and had to find an answer that satisfied Gage. "I'll have to check with Alan Collins, my line manager."
"Is that the usual procedure? Or should I say, is that what you'd usually do?"
"Yes."
"You usually follow orders of your superiors?"
"Of course."
"Good." Mr. Gage seemed satisfied.
Julia felt strangely pleased that she had said the right thing.
Mr. Gage stood as did Julia and they shook hands. "I doubt we'll meet again."
"Oh." Julia did not know how to reply.
"I see women in one of two roles either giving commands or taking them and I think you somehow fall between the two. You say you take commands, but I think you work on your own initiative. A good employee would have checked with Mr. Turner before she came."
"No, I can take commands, and stick to them. Mr. Turner had not decided." Julia said eagerly, not really thinking through her response. She knew the contact with Gage's company was important and she was keen not to damage it.
Gage again fixed his gaze into her eyes, but Julia felt relaxed about it. "Maybe, you're right you can follow commands, but you'd have to prove it."
Julia wondered where this was leading, but she felt fascinated by Gage, and increasingly she felt she should prove how helpful, how obedient she could be to him. Obedient, that was a strange thought to come into her head.
"I must be going, Mr. Gage." Julia said.
"Yes, I suppose you must."
Julia walked to the door guiltily shooting a glance to where the door had stood ajar. She was uncertain if Gage saw her, but somehow wished he had.
Back in the car, Julia told herself that she must be tired at the end of a long day. She speculated who the woman might have been. She guessed Gage was like many successful businessmen with a clutch of girlfriends or tarts around them to keep them and their associates entertained. For the first time Julia wondered if Mr. Turner had come instead of her, he would have been invited into that back room and enjoyed the rubber-clad woman dancing for him first hand. Julia tried to push it from her mind as no concern of hers, but she did wonder what it was like to be dressed in that clinging shiny rubber, every inch of her body on show, but shaped and made glossy and erotic. It took a couple of DVDs and a bottle of Shiraz before such strange thoughts had been fully pushed from her mind.
"Julia." Mr. Turner said.
"Yes, Mr. Turner. It's good to see you back at work."
"It was nothing really, just been working too hard. Needed a bit of rest. I had a call from Alexander Gage, something about a party to celebrate ten years of our companies working together. He suggested you might drive me over there. You know the way to their new offices and he seemed impressed with you."
"Did he? Yes, I took those latest contracts over there when you were first off. I didn't think I would have to go back."
"Is there a problem. I know Gage can be old fashioned in his views on women in business, but he's harmless."
"Yes, I am sure he is." Julia replied, not really knowing why she felt strange about returning to Gage's company. Concern was mixed with curiosity, almost a daring, as if she could uncover something about Gage, and that woman. "No, it's not a problem Mr. Turner, I'll drive you over there and back, your sun can drive you home. They seemed keen to see you, I'm sure they've laid on some champagne."
"And a stripper, if I know Gage." Turner joked.
"Yes, no doubt." Julia replied seriously.
"Right, we can leave now." Mr. Turner said.
"Yes, Mr. Turner." Julia replied and fetched her coat.
Julia did not know why she had felt apprehensive about coming back to Gage's company, but even when she turned into the car park she felt unusual. However, proceedings had been pretty dull Gage had basically ignored her when she came in, focusing his attention on Peter Turner who was clearly the star of the show and someone Gage was keen to introduce to as many of his business associates as he could. Julia hovered round the edge, sipping at orange juice and nibbling the buffet. She chatted with a few of Gage's staff, but they were all pretty uncommunicative. As yet more people came to the party, Julia decided to slide off. She could wait in the car until Turner staggered back, no doubt drunk.
Julia headed back the way she thought she had come, but without the receptionist leading the way she was soon lost in the office complex. Then she recognised the corridor that she had visited before, the one with Gage's office in it. A mischievous thought came into her mind, maybe she could find out some of Gage's secrets, particularly what or who was in the room off his office.
As Julia came to Gage's door she doubted it would be unlocked, but it was and in moments she had slipped inside closing the door behind her. It was still daylight this time, but the office still had a dark feel about it. There was some heady scent in the air that Julia found strangely pleasant. Without hesitating she hurried over to where she had seen the door in the wall. With better light she could determine it's outline, but however much she pressed on it, there was no sign of movement. Eventually Julia gave up and turned away.
As Julia walked back to the door she noticed the long black leather sofa close to the window. On it appeared to be a pile of glossy clothes. Then suddenly Julia noticed the pile move and she realised it was a woman asleep. She was dressed from head to foot in skin-tight rubber - a catsuit and thigh length boots, all shinier than the highly polished leather she lay on. Her figure-hugging clothes were glossy, as if wet or covered in oil. The shine caught the light as she gently moved. Julia blinked twice, hardly believing what she was seeing, uncertain whether this was the woman she had seen before or whether it was another. One thing was for certain, this was real, not the hallucination of a tired mind. Julia's body tingled and her tongue felt dry. She knew she was aroused by the sight. In a dream it would have excited her, but seeing this erotic woman for real left her breathless.
Julia tried to look away and move to the door but she was fascinated and every few seconds her eyes returned to the woman, making out her shape in the rubber she wore. The glossy rubber turned her bum into a perfect shiny hemisphere and the rubber rippled gently across her body as she breathed and moved. The whole of the woman's body was on show, but shiny and slippery black.
"That's Elle, she's a plaything. I give them as gifts to business associates." Mr. Gage explained casually. "One is coming in after you."
Julia almost yelped with surprised as she heard Gage's voice from behind her. She turned to see him standing in the doorway, smiling.
"Oh." Julia replied, flushing. She wondered in fact if the woman had been a gift for Mr. Turner. Julia tried to focus back on Mr. Gage, but something kept tempting her to look back at Elle. Julia could not help but watch entranced as Elle rolled over again, her rubber tightening and releasing as her body moved. Her glossed bum turned from sight and her gloss bound breasts, their nipples straining in the rubber, came into view.
Mr. Gage stopped talking. He knew Julia would not be listening to him. He walked into the room, closing the door behind him and sat down in his leather chair.
"Elle." Gage called. The woman woke quickly. "Come to me."
"Yes, master." Elle replied. She slid from the leather sofa and rose on the high sharp heels of her boots. She strutted across the room to her master, her gloss rippling and squealing as she moved, swaying her shapely hips as she stepped.
Julia was speechless as she watched the subservient woman; her expression seemed vacant, yet also somehow delighting in showing off her sexy form. Julia could not take her eyes off her. Elle stopped, standing obediently by her master, but Mr. Gage kept his gaze on Julia as a new idea came to him. He ran his hand over Elle's slippery bum and then down between her thighs. Elle panted with the pleasure.
Julia looked Elle over from the tip of her boots right to her sexily made-up face. As she Julia had noticed before, even her hair was slick ands shiny, held back with some kind of gel. Then Julia noticed the collar at her neck and realised she was truly a human pet.
"You know what I do?" Mr. Gage asked.
"No." Julia replied, knowing he was talking about Elle.
"I take a sexy but passive woman and exaggerate her natural urges. I give her a collar name, her only name, a new identity that lets her admit what she is and leaves her unconcerned with the world and its worries. Quite naturally she becomes erotic and servile and soon delights in easing into gloss bondage. By then she has become a sex toy like Elle."
Julia took in the information, accepting it completely, not questioning if it was true. Mr. Gage watched carefully. His experience told him what effect he was having on Julia. He could see she could not help imagining the process happening to herself.
"Some women I explain that to are shocked, some angry, some bored, some lustful. I thought you might make a good business partner, but I was wrong: you are actually envious of Elle. I now know you have the characteristics that mean you will make an ideal plaything."
Julia snapped out of her reverie. She gave a feeble laugh, rather embarrassed. "No. I don't believe that." Julia said, as much a defence for herself, to prevent her admitting how excited she was by the thought.
"You think I am joking." Mr. Gage said calmly.
Julia did not know what to say. "No." She mumbled.
"Good, because soon it will be happening to you. I asked you if you could obey commands and you seemed rather hesitant, well soon that will not be a worry, because you will be unable to disobey. You are too compliant to resist, so why not turn that to your advantage and allow yourself to be made totally subservient in mind and body. Admit it, your body is hungry to be just like Elle, to be a plaything dressed in the sexiest clothes you can imagine, your servility, your purpose on show to everyone. Isn't that right? You want to become just like Elle?"
Julia felt as if she was heavily drugged, as if it was difficult to think clearly, but cutting through it was an easy solution, a good solution, an exciting solution - she could yield and let Mr. Gage take all her worries away and allow her to become a woman of fantasies. All it took was one word of agreement.
"Julia. There you are. I thought I heard your voice."
Julia snapped to attention as she heard Mr. Turner's voice. His face was flushed and he was clearly drunk. Julia pinched herself, pushing away all the thoughts that had being slowly, effectively, seducing her.
"Time to head home, I think."
"Yes, Mr. Turner."
"Gage, excEllent party."
"It's a shame you have to go, it was only getting started.
"Yes, but I have to get back, or my wife'll be sending out the search parties."
Mr. Turner grabbed at Julia's arm for support, usually she would have complained, but this time she was grateful and used him as her shield from Gage as she guided her boss to the door.
As Julia drove back to the office her attention was not on the road ahead, but on what had just happened. She dismissed Gage's words as the posturing of some pretentious businessman who thought too highly of himself, but something kept chipping away at those thoughts. She was sure that everything Gage had said was true, Elle, her mind clearly totally owned by Gage, her body apparently too, suggested it was all real. Once she accepted that, other thoughts rose up, could Gage as easily take possession of her and turn her into someone as erotic and obedient as Elle. Could Julia resist him and, if she was honest, did she want to? That final thought sent a shudder of excitement through Julia. She swerved on the road and the sound of a horn from the car behind her took her attention back to the task in hand away from any speculation of what could be.
Alan Collins walked up to Julia's desk clutching the print out of an email. "I've had this query from the Tax Office, they're concerned about our inter-company dealings, things we've bought and sold with Jacquard Ltd., Gage Associates and The Feltham Company. They're probably concerned about barter deals to reduce our apparent turnover. You've worked on a lot of those accounts, Julia, do you think you could go over to their office and take them the figures."
"Sure, but you know I have been transferred off that work."
"Yes, I know Turner owed you a favour after you got him home from that party. The trouble is Gareth's only been doing that work three months and he missed quite a bit of that through sick leave. I know he's catching up, but you'll have it at your fingertips. They'll want last year's figures anyway."
"Okay." Julia said, looking for the relevant files on her computer.
"The appointment's at 4, in the Meriden Building."
"I didn't know that housed tax offices."
"Apparently it's overspill, they're using it for particular investigations right across this district. I don't think it's anything to worry about. Don't both coming back here afterwards."
"Right." Julia replied, but guessed she would not be getting out of the tax office any earlier than she usually left her own office.
The Meriden Building was a typical non-descript office block across town from Julia's office. There was no signs saying any company or government department was occupying it, but the security guard at the main reception directed Julia up to the tenth floor. She was supposed to be seeing Anna Hailes, a name she vaguely remembered from tax office contact in the past.
The tenth floor was empty when Julia stepped from a lift. The office she was looking for was the first door she came to, with Anna's name on it. Julia tapped on it and heard a woman's voice from inside call her in.
The first thing that struck Julia was how dark the office was, the blinds were pulled and the only lighting came from a handful of uplights dotted around the room. As Julia's eyes adjusted to the gloom she felt a growing concern. The leather chairs with the glass table and the black leather covered desk looked frighteningly familiar. Julia hesitated, dismissing her concerns as foolish, but could not stop herself looking over to the place by the window where she was certain there would be a leather sofa. There was, and a blonde-haired woman languished on it, her head propped up on her rubber coated hand, her glossy-covered body stretched lazily across the tight smooth leather. Julia's eyes ran from the collar at her neck to the pointed toes of her thigh-boots and panic ran through her. She looked back at the woman's face and realised it was that of the Anna Hailes she had met, but the eyes no longer held the intelligence, the defiance, the authority they had once had, now she saw an obedient pet, awaiting her master's next command. To see a woman she had known, so utterly changed shook her even more than meeting a rubber-clad stranger. Now Julia had no doubt that Gage could change women into his slaves, unthinkingly obedient, achingly erotic.
Julia knew she was letting herself slip back into the thoughts the seeds of which Gage had planted the previous two times they had met. Julia knew each time it was harder to fight them. She turned to the door and tried to open it.
"Good afternoon, Miss. Turner." Gage stepped into the office from an adjoining one.
"Erm, Mr. Gage." Julia stuttered, abandoning the door, knowing there was no exit that way.
Gage walked over to the chairs and gestured to Julia to take a seat. She hesitated but took the few steps to the comfortable black leather chair opposite Mr. Gage. She held her briefcase like a shield.
"Afternoon. These are the relevant papers." Julia said nervously as she pulled them from her briefcase and pushed them across the glass table.
Gage laughed. "You are a wonderful performer. You must know that that email was a trick. Petrina here," He gestured to the woman Julia had known as Anna, "still had the ability to play some of her old roles, before I took her fully. I put them to good use to bring you here, the one who seems so suited to being shaped by me, but has seemed so reluctant to admit it."
"What? And become a mindless sex-slave?"
"Mindless? Petrina, Elle, their minds are filled with many thoughts, ones that bring them pleasure."
"Thoughts of sex and of service?"
"I couldn't have phrased it better. I know your type, I know you too well. You are only a few steps away from being just like Petrina, but you're too afraid to admit it. You know that if you gave into those fantasies that come to you in your bored moments, then you would be able to become just like her. That's the problem, you can't really believe that women like Petrina are real, that anyone could be so erotic, let alone that you could be."
Julia said nothing, however frantically her mind thought she could not come up with a response. It unnerved her that Gage could dig up her most hidden thoughts. She had no idea if they had always lurked deep within her, or whether Gage had just been so adept at planting them from the moment they had first met.
"It was not me who planted those ideas, it was the sight of Petrina, wasn't it?"
"Yes." Julia said slowly. She did not want to admit it, but could do nothing else.
"It was that she was so truly erotic that made you so jealous and that is what you have been trying to deny. Your staid, conservative thinking has locked you away from what you truly are. Let me release you, let me help you become the erotic creature you really are."
Julia felt her will fading, she looked around trying to find a way out. She knew if she yielded then her freedom of thought, her freedom of action would be stripped from her and become Gage's possession; she would be Gage's possession.
"Just relax, and we can start loosening the bonds." Mr. Gage said.
"No." Julia said, she stood and hurried to the door she had seen Gage come through. Of course it was locked. She turned back looking panicked, but as she watched Petrina slid from the sofa and walked towards Julia.
Julia could not look anywhere else but at Petrina. She was entranced by the clinging skin-tight rubber which rippled and squealed around her body with every step she took on her long sharp heels. She stopped in front of Julia, swaying gently, smiling as if encouraging Julia to join her. Julia's whole body ached in wonder at what it would be like to become such a woman, to feel what Petrina was feeling.
Petrina took Julia's hand in her gloved fingers and ran it over the gloss of her thighs, up her shapely cinched waist to her firm breasts, their nipples prominent in the shiny black rubber. Julia quivered to feel the smooth slippery sensation and her mind raced with the thought of how it must feel to be dressed from head to foot like that and all that that implied.
Julia could not resist as Petrina led her to the sofa. Julia slumped on to the smooth leather, feeling drained, powerless now to stop what else might happen. Gage walked up to her, rolling the fascinating crystal between his palms. Only that could snatch Julia's attention away from Petrina.
Gage turned to Petrina. "Petrina, please get a nice catsuit and boots just like yours, for Julia. I am sure she'll be keen to ease that shapely body of hers into them in a few moments." He said softly.
Petrina strutted from the room, but Julia barely noticed now as she stunned a part of her realising that she had let the process begin and she knew that soon Gage would have swept away all her resistance, her will, her personality and reshaped her into a human sex toy.
Mr. Gage sat down beside the woman who was rapidly becoming his newest possession. He kept dextrously manipulating the crystal, not saying anything, just letting the motions, the colours, the light sap Julia's resistance, her will, her thoughts. Now there was no way Julia could not look away, but as she watched it catch the light she felt relaxed as her mind began drifting. Seeing that she had entered this stage Mr. Gage held up the crystal between two fingers and began speaking sonorously.
"Can you hear me clearly?" Gage asked.
"Yes." Julia could not help but answer.
"Your name is Limara."
"My name is Limara." It seemed so easy to say, but saying it filled Julia with a tingle of pleasure.
"You want to become just like Petrina."
"I want to be like Petrina." Julia gasped as she realised it was true.
"You want to be erotic and servile, showing off your body in your glossy, skin-tight clothes."
Julia shook with a thrill as she realised what was going to happen, that she was about to be turned into a gloss bound sex-slave like Petrina. Julia tried to stand, but Mr. Gage began to gently move the crystal once more. Julia's attention was again caught by it and she began to fall deeper into the trance and started truly becoming a sex-slave. Her body began to relax as it anticipated the pleasures that would come now that she had become aware that she could not escape and would soon be an erotic sex-toy.
"Your name is Limara." Mr. Gage repeated.
"My name is Limara." It seemed so right to say it, she had been foolish to worry.
"You are Limara."
"I am Limara." Julia repeated drowsily.
"You are a sex-slave."
"i am a sex-slave." Julia repeated as she realised her own submission to Gage was becoming a reality.
"Your only concerns are being erotic and servile, pleasing your master."
"my only concerns are being erotic and servile, pleasing you, Master."
"You love to wear tight, shiny erotic clothes."
"i love to wear tight, shiny, erotic clothes." Julia said eagerly.
"Limara, you will awake and assume your proper personality as a sex-slave."
"Yes."
"Good." Mr. Gage said and clicked her fingers. Julia snapped awake. She initially looked confused but her mind was soon transforming all her past existences were fading.
"The process is beginning. You will be confused at first, but slowly your new identity will subsume your old one. You cannot stop it, your body will be eager to yield. Slowly you will forget who and what you were. Before long you will think you have always been Limara, a sex-slave." Mr. Gage explained enthusiastically.
Julia struggled to stop the change, but Mr. Gage had been right, part of her wanted to become a sex-slave and increasingly her urges were keen for it to happen. As she heard the name Limara mentioned, her body was filled with a thrill. She looked at Petrina as she returned and Julia's body was already eager to ease into the skin-tight rubber that she held. She imagined herself collared and reclining at her master's feet, increasingly she was eager to do it, it seemed so natural. She looked at Mr. Gage, now her master.
Julia quivered in anticipation of the tight rubber straining and squealing around her shapely body. Her concerns were pushed from her mind as she began to feel hungry to be covered in the slippery rubber. Julia could not fight against the feelings that had been aroused in her. Some last remnant of her mind told her to flee, before she yielded and became a fawning, purring sex-slave, but that was the last of what she had been, she had now been truly changed and welcomed what she had become. The self-will had gone from Julia's eyes replace by an expression of obedience.
Seeing this Mr. Gage smiled, he knew the process had worked. "Strip." He said simply.
"Yes Master." The new sex-slave said. She stood and threw off her jacket and blouse. She quickly removed her skirt and underwear beginning to delight in exposing her naked body below. She stood there naked before her master, her breasts firm and shiny.
Petrina smiled and stepped forward. She gently stroked the shiny black rubber catsuit between Limara's breasts and pussy. Limara grunted in pleasure as she was filled with a sudden thrill, her body was lit up by the sensation of the gloss against her skin. She had to feel it again. She stretched to reach it, to feel it just against her body again.
"Please, let me feel it again. Please, please." Limara begged, not thinking what she was asking for, just eager to feel the sensation again. She looked increasingly jealously at Petrina, bound in the skin-tight gloss, squealing and rippling to her every move. She yearned for the gloss clinging and coating her naked body making it slippery and shiny. She was eager for the gloss bondage and the collar to show what she truly was, as she had given up her name for a collar name, a name just to summon her, to order her with, she was now keen to wear clothes that would show her as an erotic creature and make her body accessible to the master she served.
"You want to enter sex-slavery and the gloss bondage." Mr. Gage said, stating a fact, not asking a question.
For an instant Limara was surprised at how straight forward her master was, offering her what she most desired, she could hardly believe it was real. Her body soon overrode her mind, it felt keen to yield as quickly as possible, to give in to the urges.
"Yes, yes." Limara stuttered. There was no way she could not seek to please her master. She slid to the floor and crawled across to him.
"You want to ease your shapely body into the gloss and become your master's property, owned by him, having to obey his every command, fuck whoever he commands, to be just erotic and servile."
The more Mr. Gage said, the more Limara became aroused, she realised that she was a suitable sex-slave. She knew that she was still changing, but was pleased as she knew that soon she would just be like Petrina. "Yes, yess, please, please let me into the gloss." Limara said.
"Who are you?"
"i am Limara, your sex-slave, Master."
"Lick my cock." Mr. Gage said as he pulled down his flies. Limara was on back her knees and eagerly crawled to her master slinkily, purring, her tongue licking her lips, then slowly stroking at her master's cock, licking it more and more as it became hard and shiny. She was keen to obey and to satisfy her master sexually. As she licked she felt more aroused herself.
Mr. Gage threw his head back with his eyes closed in pleasure. He was shuddering with ecstasy as he reached for a collar and leash. Casually he stretched down and locked the glossy collar around his sex-slave's neck. Limara moaned aloud and shook with an intense pleasure as she realised she was truly enslaved and she had entered the bondage her body was yearning for.
Mr. Gage orgasmed and shuddered with pleasure. "Excellent, my pet."
"Please let me ease into the rubber, so i can become like Petrina. Prove your ownership of me."
"Beg." Mr. Gage said simply.
Limara knelt and leant back thrusting out her firm breasts with her thighs wide open. "Please Master, ease my body into the slippery rubber, cover it with the squealing, shiny catsuit and long slinky boots, make me your sex-pet, your toy. Please, please, i beg you."
"Speak no more, just purr."
Limara purred as she stroked her naked body, caressing her firm shiny breasts, delicately fingering herself.
"Petrina. Help Limara into the gloss."
Limara stood up. Petrina walked over to her with the catsuit, there was no need to encourage, Limara was eager to ease into it. She slid her shapely legs into the slippery gloss which clung to every curve. She sealed her bum tightly in the shine. Mr. Gage shuddered as he watched his sex-slave coat herself in skin-tight rubber. Limara eased her arms into the rubber then slowly zipped the catsuit tight making her aroused breasts strain against the shiny gloss. She then slid her legs into the slippery thigh boots that clung to her legs showing every contour in glossy black, their high sharp heels thrusting out her gloss coated bum.
"Limara, fuck Petrina." Mr. Gage ordered. Limara wrapped herself around her fellow sex-slave. They thrust their rubbered bodies against each other, the gloss squealing and rippling as they moved. They grunted and purred. Petrina licked at Limara's rubbered breasts straining in the gloss and fingered herself.
Limara began to lick Petrina, probing with her tongue. She stood, stroking her body over the tight gloss, hungry to have her. She panted with pleasure as she licked her fellow sex-slave's shiny breasts, the nipples straining hard in the gloss. Petrina wrapped her arms around Limara pulling her tight against her. Limara grunted with pleasure of the stimulation, her sounds were stopped by Petrina's lips and tongue forcing their way into her mouth. The two writhed, their bodies entwining. Limara had become a sexual creature and the change was irreversible.
"Very good, you're enjoying it, aren't you? Soon you'll be licking out your master just for his tongue up your cunt as a reward." Mr. Gage added.
Limara's body could not believe the sensation. Every move she made, the rubber rippled and squealed, shining in the light. She writhed, aroused by clinging rubber teasing every point of her body. She had no will of her own, she could only obey her master. As Petrina brought her to a climax, Limara began moaning loudly and shuddering with the pleasure. As she orgasmed, Limara relished her first fuck in the rubber, her first fuck as a sex-slave, commanded by her master.