# Chapter Ten: A Better Class of Catsuit

Author: | Gospodin

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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