Chapter Ten: A Better Class of Catsuit
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:Author: Gospodin

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   :shs-title: The Enslavement of Marie
   :shs-author: Gospodin
   :shs-part: 10
   :shs-keywords: f, latex, mc, bd


Marie woke from her dreams thrashing on the rubber-clad matress. She
tugged at the cuffs above her head, and bent her knees up in an attempt
to pull her feet free from the ankle-cuffs holding her to the bed frame.
Her dreams had been so ferocious, so intense that she opened her eyes in
an aroused fog.

Frustrated and horny, she rubbed her ass against the latex bedsheet,
trying to bunch up enough to rub it against her swollen slit. She looked
up into the mirror above the bed and watched her nipple and clit rings
sparkle in the weak sunlight that shone through the cracks in the black
velvet curtains adorning the large bay window.

She looked down, and saw a golden sunbeam cast across her right thigh,
creeping slowly toward the center of her body. She leaned as far to the
right as her bonds would allow, hoping that the sun's warmth would help
push her over the edge. She grunted and moaned audibly, realizing that
this was the first time in three days that she woke up ungagged.

A little struggling and a few minutes' wait soon had the sunbeam running
right up her slit, the clitoral hood piercing dazzling red and silver in
the morning light. She muttered exclamations of excitement as she felt
the two nipple rings warm and glow in sympathetic reaction to their
lower sibling.

As she gasped in pleasure, Marie saw the intricate patterns of red and
white light play over the bound slavegirl reflected on the ceiling. She
clearly saw the lettering on her collar glow red, and similar engravings
glowing on her wrist and ankle cuffs. As the light show reached a fever
pitch, it suddenly happened:

| Click.
| Click.
| Click.
| Click.

Her cuffs snapped open, and her arms instantly swung down to rub her
needy snatch. She curled up into a tight ball, the light show stopping
suddenly, and masturbated herself to a screaming orgasm that had her
toes curled so tightly that they pulled on the rubber sheet.

When she caught her breath, Marie rolled off the bed and stood up
shakily. She inspected the cuffs carefully, but found no sign of the
writing she thought she saw just before they had opened. She felt
pleased, somehow, to have figured out that the cuffs were activated by
her piercings. She had no idea how they had opened after her punishment,
but was willing to accept that that had been a special event.

Rosy and glowing from the beginning of her day, she fixed herself a
hearty breakfast and ate hungrily. It felt wonderful to truly chew her
food again, and she savored the texture of the eggs against the roof of
her mouth. She read the paper, lounged on the sofa in her clear rubber
dressing gown, and watched a DVD. She enjoyed a morning all to herself,
undirected by her unseen master or mistress.

After catching up on her e-mail, she began to tidy up. She mopped the
rubber sheet on her bed and sprayed it with sillicone lubricant to bring
back its shine. She treated the rubber clothing she had worn over the
past few days and hung it up in the closet, then cleaned out and treated
the corset and chastity.

After she had scrubbed all the residue off of the gag and oiled all the
harness straps, she opened the drawer to put it away. There, inside the
pocket where the gag was to sit, was a card with two words written in
the familiar calligraphy of her masters:

    Good girl.

Marie stumbled back, her nipples and clitoris swelling with pleasure
around their piercings. She fumbled to put the gag away, and ran into
the bathroom to bring herself off.

Marie sat on the edge of the tub and pushed the rubber of her bathrobe
down between her legs, pressing the stretchy material inside herself.
With her other hand, she kneaded her breasts and twisted the rings
inside her nipples. She brought herself up to a plateau of arousal, and
felt herself just about to go over the edge.

"AAAAAAAUGH!" Marie doubled over in pain, her nipples and clitoris
stinging with orgasm-blocking punishment. She caught her breath slowly
and began to work herself back toward release, only to be stopped yet
again by a stinging jolt.

Over time, she realized that she was meant to be kept in an aroused, yet
frustrated state. Her heart sank as she began to understand that no
amount of avoiding stimulation would make the pleasure stop, and no
amount of masturbation would bring release before the punishment hit.
Idly stroking and fidgeting, she bit her fist and tried to ignore the
sensations.

Buzzed and excited, she decided it was a good time to get ready for the
party.  She started the shower running and left to retrieve the costume
and its accessories. Returning with the box, she set it on the sink and
hung her dressing gown on the hook.

She showered, toweled herself dry, and laid out the single-piece costume
on the floor. Taking the tube of lubricant from the tub, she slathered
her body with the slimy goo. Satisfied that she was sufficiently
lubricated, she turned her attention to the catsuit.

Wrestling with the mass of rubber, she managed to unzip the back of it
down to the tail. Wiping excess lube off on the inside, she gathered the
left leg about the stiff built-in boot. She balanced as best she could
on her right foot, and eased her pointed toes into the rubber paw.

She realized quite quickly that the built-in boot was made like a set of
ponygirl hooves she once saw when browsing on-line. The arch of her foot
was held en pointe by an internal spring-steel shank in order to
resemble the lower segment of a cat's hindquarters, and her toes fit
into the weighted platform section made up to look like the velveted
pads of a cat's toes. She pulled the heavy supporting rubber up around
her lower leg and left the upper latex portion bunched around her knee
while she worked herself into the right foot.

Standing in the two hooflike paw-shoes, Marie struggled for balance
while she worked the suit's legs up over her thighs. She slipped more
than a few times, as the lubricant she had smeared over her ass cheeks
made it impossible to lean against the porcelain tub for support.
Finally, after much struggling, she found herself ready to bring it up
around her hips.

At this point, Marie took a break to prepare herself for the various
devices in the crotch of the suit. Using a towel rack for balance, she
lowered herself onto her knees, spread wide as she reached down into the
latex crotch. She probed and twisted the material in the costume, and
noticed some features she hadn't seen before.

First, she found what felt like a slot in the latex beneath her
clitoris, which she quickly realized was meant to hold her piercing.
Behind that, she felt a loose flap of latex, textured with odd bumps and
thicknesses, and behind that was the dreaded plug. Fiddling with the
flap in the middle, she looked down to see that it was a vaginal sheath,
complete with slots for her labia to fit into.

Moaning with humiliation, Marie worked the rubber sheaths into and
around her sexual organs, the clitoral ring slipping into the slot with
a soft snap. She felt the nubs on the sheath move within her as she
pushed a finger up from the bottom. The sensation of the sheath around
her finger pushed her arousal toward the pre-orgasmic plateau again, and
she stopped suddenly with horror as she realized she was in danger of
receiving another jolt of pain.

Grabbing the bottle of lube again, she smeared the last of it over the
tail's plug and her virgin sphincter. Taking a deep breath to calm
herself down, she leaned forward and began to work the prong up against
her anus. The task took her the better part of half an hour, largely
because she was tense and excited.  It didn't help that she was
constantly worried that any further arousal would bring punishment, and
she found the full feeling of the plug's insertion extremely naughty and
exciting.

At long last, she felt her muscles tighten around the narrow base of the
plug, the filling sensation at its peak. Marie took a moment to catch
her breath and stretch her lower back and thigh muscles a bit, amazed at
how her anal muscles seemed to work against themselves, pushing the plug
outward while her sphincter clutched its narrow neck firmly.

After a short break, she worked the latex garment up over her ass and
pulled it up to her breasts. She fumbled with the rear lacing on the
midsection before realizing that it was almost identical to the chastity
corset she had put on a few days ago. A set of laces threaded through
hooks to allow the rear edges to be laced together. Once they met,
however, a system of latches and clasps would lock the corset about her
waist until... hmmm...

Marie looked for a release catch, or a circular lock like the one that
Angie had used to open the other corset for her. Nothing resembling a
release mechanism was visible anywhere on the suit, but Marie realized
she was short on time.

Tethering the laces to a hook on the bathroom door, she leaned forward
and exhaled as much as possible. As her abdomen constricted, she felt
the presence of the plug in her rear more distinctly. Working for
several minutes, she wondered if the costume's cincher wasn't an inch or
two smaller than the one she had been punished in. Finally, after much
straining and tugging, she heard the clickety-clack of the ratcheting
mechanism seal her in.

Working as much of the remaining lube as she could back over her arms,
she slipped her hands into the gloves of the suit, feeling the excess
air vent through the chrome claw attachments on the fingernails. Careful
not to tear the suit, she slipped the built-in hood over her head, the
only openings showing at the eyes and jaw. Satisfied that it was all on
smoothly, she grabbed the collar that dangled from the zipper tag at her
tail and pulled it up to the back of her neck, fastening it about her
throat.

Marie turned to look at herself in the mirror, striking a pose in her
demented catwoman costume.

"I look dead sexy." she thought to herself, "In fact, I look like a sex
toy!" She traced a claw over the erect nipple and ring shape poking out
through the pert rubber breast, and looked aghast at the rubber form of
her crotch.

Between her legs, the outline of her pussy lips and clitoral piercing
were made more obvious by the rubber sheaths that contained them. It was
as though her narrow waist made her hips and cunt look twice as big.
Rummaging through the box the costume came in, she found a wide chrome
belt made of several segments linked together. It felt somewhat heavy,
and Marie frowned as she arranged it on her hips, not satisfied that it
covered her indecency as well as she'd like.

Reaching into the box again, she pulled out a bottle of red liquid latex
with instructions printed on it. She painted her lips with the stuff,
doing her best to ignore the smell as it dried. After two coats, the
damage she had done to her lips while tearing off the gag the other day
was completely hidden.

Marie sprayed polish all over her rubber body, and gave her lips a bit
of a wet-look shine as well. Satisfied with the results, she made faces
in the mirror, her bright red lips and green eyes sparkling from inside
the glossy black catwoman head.

She played with the belt some, and found that a couple of the
compartments opened without much trouble if she slipped a metal claw
into them. She packed her housekey, some money, and a couple other
necessities into the utility belt and walked downstairs to the front
door.

Walking in the paw-hooves took some getting used to, but what really
unnerved Marie was the tail. The tail bent upward as it left her anus,
and seemed to have some sort of segmented air pockets inside it. As her
muscles tensed and relaxed against the plug, the tail swished from side
to side like a real cat's.  Walking was extremely distracting, as she
could feel the plug's center of gravity shift as she swayed her hips.

She soon ignored this development as she heard her taxi honk outside.
Taking as deep a breath as she could, Marie stepped outside, closed her
front door, and ran to the cab.

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