Karen wondered about her friend, Rebecca's disappearance. The police seemed to be at a loss. They had uncovered little evidence apart from the wrappings of a parcel sent to Rebecca's house.

Karen was sure that Rebecca's boss knew more than he was letting on so she went to the office where Rebecca had worked. The new secretary, a man, told her that Mr. Thomas would see her after he had dealt with an important client. Karen sat in the waiting room patiently. Then the door to Mr. Thomas's office opened. Out stepped a woman dressed in tight red leather, she wore leather trousers which sat high on her waist, and above that a matching bustiére and cropped jacket. Her legs were thrust into knee length boots, she strode on their sharp heels. The woman caught sight of Karen, and smiled with metallic painted lips, but Karen looked away. She heard a second pair of footsteps and looked back. She was startled to see another woman being led by her leash. She wore skin-tight black rubber which clung to every contour of her body, and rippled and squealed as she moved. It was slippery and shiny. She wore thigh length boots which followed every line of her shapely legs. Her expression was vacant, but seemed pleased. She followed the woman in red leather just like a pet.

Karen wondered if that was what Rebecca had become, seduced by this strange woman. Karen hesitated then followed the two women, sure they knew more about Rebecca than her boss did. She saw the women get into an expensive car with darkened windows; its chauffeuse dressed in a blue leather suit and matching hat opened and closed the door before going to the driver's seat.

Karen hurried to her own car and followed the women's to a plush apartment block. She watched as the woman in red disappear inside. Karen decided to tail the driver and corner her to find out what was going on. Karen followed her as drove to another office and went inside. By the time she returned, Karen was waiting for her.

"You work for that woman." Karen said forcefully.

"Ms. Harrison? Yes. Do you want to meet her?" The driver asked calmly.

"Yes, I need to. I am sure that you can help me." Karen kept up her tough manner. She was going to use the threat of bringing in the police, but paused to see how the driver would react.

"There is no problem. She only sees certain people, but I can help you appear right so that she will see you."

"Okay." Karen hesitated, but was determined to do what she had to do to question this Ms. Harrison. "What shall I call you?"

"Lila."

"I'm Karen. What do I have to do?"

"The only way you will get in there is if you look like one of the pets." Lila said.

"How do I do that?" Karen asked.

"Come with me I will help you. I'll get you the things you need to change into."

Karen hesitated but then nodded and returned to her own car. Karen followed Lila as she drove through the city and finally down into an underground car park. She parked in the corner and got out. Karen followed suit, neither of them spoke. Together they stepped into the lift and rode up the building. Soon they were in a plush flat.

"You may be shocked by what I am going to show you. But you will have to go through with it if you want to find Rebecca." Lila explained.

"Okay." Karen replied a little hesitantly but followed Lila into a bedroom. Lila rolled back to the door of a large wardrobe. The rail inside held a host of rubber clothes, in a multitude of colours. Beneath them stood a row of matching thigh length boots. Lila glanced over Karen then reached down a black rubber catsuit and picked up a pair of boots. She laid the catsuit out on the bed.

"It's your size, the quicker you put it on, the sooner you can see Rebecca."

Karen hesitated. She walked slowly over to the shiny black rubber and ran her fingers over it.

"It will be easy to get into, the inside's been sprayed with Ms. Harrison's special formula, it just glides on."

Karen looked at the clothes, unable to believe she could wear something so erotic.

"Look, if you want, I'll leave the room." Lila said.

"Okay." Karen said slowly.

Lila stepped out of the room. Karen still could not bring herself to change. She could not stop thinking of the woman she had seen dressed so similarly being led by Ms. Harrison. Then she shuddered, she realised that she had mistaken her feelings, it was not a question of worrying what might happen, she actually felt excited. She could see herself strutting in the rubber and it aroused her. Now she knew there was no turning back, she had to try on the rubber just to see what it felt like, if nothing else.

Karen quickly stripped off her jacket and blouse, then slipped out of her shoes, tights and skirt. She stopped at her underwear, but realised there was no way she could wear them beneath the skin-tight rubber, so slowly took off her bra and panties. She lifted up the catsuit. It rippled and squealed as she moved it, light glistening off it. She slowly slipped in one foot then the other and quickly slid it up her legs. Karen gasped as she saw her thighs coated in the black gloss and now hurried to ease in her arms. Her breasts hardened as she realised they would soon be straining against the clinging slippery rubber. In seconds she had eased up the zip and they were. Karen sat on the bed and pulled on the rubber thigh boots, slipping over the rubber that coated her body. In moments she was done and rose on the high, sharp heels.

Karen walked to the mirror, not realising how the boots made her strut so sexily. She looked in the mirror and was startled by the transformation. She now looked like a sexual creature, every part of her body on show in the skin-tight rubber, turned into a second glistening skin. She did not know what to do with her hair, it looked wrong. The wardrobe was still open and she saw something that looked like a hood, coming to a point. She took it down and realised her long hair could be pulled through and she awkwardly did this until her hair emerged like a plume through the top of the hood. With her hair sorted Karen settled the rubber round her face, now just a disc of white in her black rubbered body. She found a pair of gloves too and stood back to admire herself.

"Ready?" Karen jumped as Lila emerged behind her.

"Yes, as ready as I'll ever be."

"Good, come on, we'll go to Ms. Harrison's"

Karen followed Lila back to the car, with every step becoming more comfortable in the rubber she wore. As she got into the car, she had the urge to sprawl over the back seat and she layed herself out like a cat dozing, oblivious to where Lila was taking her.

Finally the car stopped. Lila opened the rear door. "Comfortable?" She asked.

Karen could only nod. She languidly eased off the seat and followed Lila to the lift. Karen stood admiring herself in the mirrors that covered the walls. It was only as the lift stopped that she realised that she was alone, Lila had remained below.

The doors opened to reveal a large room. It was filled with rubber-clad women, some in cages, some lounging on sofas. The focus of the room was a throne-like seat where a woman sat, dressed in tight red leather. Karen knew this was Ms. Harrison. Karen walked out from the lift hesitantly. As she did, the women in the room fell quiet and all eyes focused on her.

"Karen, welcome." Ms. Harrison said, and in an instant Karen knew something was wrong.

"Come forward."

Karen obeyed, walking slowly, but the rubber gave her confidence, she felt safe from whatever might happen. She stopped just a few feet from Ms. Harrison.

"Lila says that you came here dressed like that to find the whereabouts of one of your friends. I can tell you that she is here." Ms. Harrison said, smiling. "Serena." she called.

Karen watched as another sex-slave strutted into the room, her rubber rippling and squealing as she stepped in. Karen looked at her shapely body and was reminded that she was dressed no differently. The sex-slave stopped in front of Ms. Harrison.

"Yes, mistress." Serena said.

"There's someone keen to meet you. Turn round."

The sex-slave obeyed, her braided hair swinging as she turned. Karen looked more carefully, she studied the woman's face as Serena licked her glossed lips. A stud shone in her nostril and rows of silver earrings filled each ear. She looked at Karen as if she did not recognise her.

"Rebecca." Karen said. "What has happened to you?"

"I am Serena, I am a sex-slave belonging to my mistress, Karyn." She glanced over at a woman on one of the sofas.

"No! What have you done to her?" Karen snapped at Ms. Harrison.

"Nothing she didn't want to happen." Ms. Harrison laughed. "She's having much more fun here, much more fun with Karyn. I am sure we can help you in the same way. You're dressed for it."

"No, you've got to let me and Rebecca go. You've tricked her, you've tricked me, bringing us to this place."

"I've tricked no-one, everyone, just like you, comes here of their own free will. Stay, join us. Would you like Serena to lick you out?"

"No." Karen repeated, uncertain what to do next.

"Well, as you don't seem to be keen to yield to your own desires, I could give you a bit of help." Ms. Harrison said. "Tyta, Syra, will you please re-programme Karen here, I think she needs to relieve a bit of sexual tension."

Syra and Tyta stood behind Karen who was wondering what was going to happen to her.

"You see once you are here you are my property and you won't leave here unless I sell you. Ah, don't look so grim, you'll be coping with being so erotic that you won't notice. By then you'll be eager to be leashed and strutting at your new mistress's heel, delighting in that rubber you seem happy to wear, eager to prove your obedience and lick out your mistress."

Ms. Harrison was right. Karen did feel comfortable in the rubber, even aroused by it. She tried to think clearly, to remind herself why she had come here, but slowly her mind was changing, she was yielding to the change, as the rubber shaped to her body, she slowly eased into a mind of sex. Slowly she was becoming a sex-slave as much as she resembled one. She thought of Rebecca transformed into a servile, sex plaything and wondered if she would really soon be like that.

Ms. Harrison nodded and another of her sex-slaves wheeled in a full length mirror. Karen gazed at her reflection. She looked at how every part of her sexy body was coated in the slippery gloss, how she stood on the sharp high heels, her tight bum thrust out. How her nipples were erect, straining against the gloss. Suddenly Karen felt Tyta and Syra behind her. One unzipped her crotch slit, the other belted something around her waist, it stretched deep into her, leaving only a shiny bulge on the outside.

"Now you'll begin to see how erotic you can be." Ms. Harrison said and pressed a button.

Instantly the butterfly began buzzing filling Karen with a great thrill, she could not prevent herself from moaning as quickly the pleasure shot through her. She writhed in her rubber, it rippled and squealed all over her body. She fell to her knees panting in pleasure.

"Look at yourself, clad in your erotic rubber, smooth, shiny, slippery. You can only really fully enjoy it when you have accepted the glossy bondage. Why bother with anything else when you can be so erotic?" Ms. Harrison said seductively.

By now Karen was rolling on the floor, stroking her slippery body, delighting in the gloss she wore. Karen orgasmed and passed out.