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From: Rachel Gumm <rachelgumm@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: {ASSM} Identity {Rachel Gumm} (M/F bd nosex cons) [1/2]
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Date: Wed, 07 Jun 2006 16:10:01 -0400
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                           M/F bd nosex cons

(C) 2006 Rachel Gumm.  You may freely distribute this story digitally,
but only in full, crediting me as the author.  I welcome feedback.
You can e-mail me at rachelgumm@yahoo.co.uk

I haven't written part two yet, but if I get enough e-mails showing
a desire for it, I'll write it soon.





Kevin felt himself get an erection as he looked at his now safely
anonymous friend.  He'd left the lounge to fetch a few items while
she got changed.  Now he'd returned, he finally realised just how
breathtaking her transformation was.

She was covered from head to toe in a black zentai spandex catsuit.
The only parts of her body exposed by the tight fitting item of
clothing were her nostrils and mouth.  Over the top of that, she was
wearing gleaming knee-high boots with impossibly high heels, also
black.

Kevin watched in fascination as she put on the finishing touch, her
rubber hood.  Like the spandex layer beneath it, the rubber hood had
tiny little holes for her to breath through.  Its only other feature
was the large hole exposing her mouth, forcing it wide open.  For
all intents and purposes, she could now be seen as an orifice and
nothing more; an open mouth waiting to be used.  But she was so much
more, he realised.  The spandex catsuit hugged her perfect body
tightly, showing off her firm breasts and slim waist.  Teasing him.
Inviting him.

She raised her arms at her sides briefly, her palms facing him, to
show that she was finally ready.  The gesture seemed strangely cute
and innocent coming from someone dressed as she was.  Kevin felt his
arousal intensify as he remembered the fun loving woman underneath
the costume.  He'd fantasised about her many times, but it had never
occurred to him that she was even attainable, let alone harbouring
desires that made his own seem tame by comparison.

Kevin could smell the faint scent of her arousal.  He felt relieved,
assured that she really did still want to go ahead with their plan.
His mind free of doubt, he started to use the items he'd assembled.
First, he fastened an iron shackle around each of her wrists with
an Allen key.  Then he moved a bookshelf full of CDs, revealing a
sturdy tie ring mounted to the wall.  He gently held his friend's
spandex covered hand, guiding her towards the ring.  She couldn't
see where she was going anymore, and couldn't walk very fast in her
boots, but she obediently followed him.  He picked up a short chain
and two padlocks, fastening one end to the ring and the other to
both of the shackles encasing her wrists.

For a few minutes he simply watched her work out the limits of her
confinement.  He resisted the urge to unzip his fly and force her
head down onto him right there and then.  There would be plenty of
time for that later, he reminded himself.  Instead, he just watched
as she felt the padlocks, the chain, the ring; as she walked a few
steps forward, pulling the chain tight, working out the perimeter
of her semicircle.  The chain only permitted her to move a short
distance, barely a quarter of the room, but it was more than enough
for her to kneel down comfortably.  That was all that mattered.

Kevin glanced at the clock on the wall.  The first guests should
arrive any minute now.  He couldn't wait.  A close knit circle of
friends, they would probably take almost as much delight in trying
to guess his captive's identity as they would in making her service
them.  It certainly promised to be a fun evening.

-- 
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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