It was late one evening, a young woman, Susan had missed her bus back from the city centre and was hurrying to get to a stop on another route. She knew which way to go but had not been through that part of town before. Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her, she turned to see two large men walking briskly behind her. She panicked and sped up but knew that they were following her. She looked around for somewhere to turn to. She glanced down an alley expecting it to be dark, but she saw the lit sign of what looked like a pub. She hurried down it and pushed open the black door of the club and stepped into the foyer.
A young woman sat behind a table. She wore a shiny black lycra body suit and polished black boots which reached to her knees, her hands were covered in matching fingerless gloves.
"I'm sorry love, this is a private club, I don't think you're dressed right."
"Look, I'm being followed by a couple of men. Can't I hide out here for a while? I'll soon be gone."
The woman paused. "Sure, fine. Do you mind putting your name down on the membership list, just in case the management checks up."
"That's great, thanks." Susan said, relieved as she wrote her name and address on the list. The doorwoman noted the details on a membership card and handed it to Susan.
"You can't really go into the main area like that, but you can hang out in one of the store rooms, about half-an-hour should be fine." A woman walked by the end of the foyer. "Karyn, could you show Susan into the first storeroom, she needs to keep her head down, and get her a drink too."
The woman walked up to the foyer. She wore tight black leather trousers and long high-heeled boots too. Above the waist she was naked bar a leather bra. "Sure, Limara. Follow me, Susan." Susan was bemused but followed, glad to be in the safety of the club.
Karyn led her into a plain room which just had a few chairs and tables. She switched on the light and pointed Susan to a chair. "Make yourself comfy, I'm sorry it's all we can do, it's a shame you're not in the right gear, I'm sure you'd love it." She said as Susan sat down. "I'm sure I could fix you up with something suitable, if you like."
Susan could sense an encouraging tone in the woman's voice. She looked her up from the tip of the shiny boots past the tight leather which rippled and caught the light as she moved, past her tanned body and the leather that held her breasts to her made-up face, her long dark hair in a French plait and above all the stud in her nose. For a moment she was tempted to agree, to see what the woman would bring her, having seen only two occupants of the club she had began to wonder about the dress code.
"No, it's alright, thanks, I won't be staying long."
"Okay, but I'll get you a drink, it's on the house, a welcoming for a new member." She smiled, almost wistfully Susan felt, and shut the door. Susan sat there listening to the music coming from the main rooms. She could see bright light shining through a door at one end of the room. She began to walk up to it, curiously, she tried the handle casually, but it was locked. Susan turned with a start as Karyn opened the door. In one hand she had a tray with a cocktail slung over the other was a black bag. She put the drink down on a table near her and walked over to Susan with the bag.
"I just got you a few things from upstairs if you change your mind. You can leave your clothes and undies in the bag."
Susan did not know what to say. She just smiled and said "Thanks." The woman paused. "I'll see you later then, it might be best if you go before midnight as things get serious then, unless you want to get right into it that is." Karyn said as she smiled and left. Susan watched her leather bound bum disappear imagining herself stepping out of the room with her. She was becoming intrigued. She opened the bag and was surprised with what she pulled out. First was a squeaky black PVC corset top with laces down the front, then a pair of squealing rubber trousers with straps at the waist, she measured them against her body they stretched to her calves. At the bottom of the bag were a pair glossy high-heeled ankle boots and a pair of glossy fingerless gloves.
Susan paused, she could not conceive herself wearing these clothes, clinging tightly to her body, rippling and squealing to her every move. Part of her wanted to slip into them and step into the unknown of the club, but then she would be a different woman. She picked up the drink. She hesitated and put it back, she feared it was drugged and she would wake as some leathered dyke's sex-slave, or even Karyn's, she pulled back from that as a faint thrill ran through her.
She was intrigued by this place. She walked cautiously over to the doorway and strained to see through the gap. She could see into the main room. It was like a typical nightclub with different levels and areas, a stage and dance floor, areas of bright coloured lights and of dark shadows. It was the clientele which made her gasp. The room was busy with a range of women, moving, drinking, dancing, kissing, sitting and chatting. Most wore skin-tight leather, rubber or PVC mostly black and glossy with a few other colours thrown in, but all was shiny, slippery and caught the light as it rippled around their bodies, clinging and stimulating them. Long sharp heeled boots were common, sealing shapely legs in gloss and thrusting out swaying bums as the club members strutted around. Many had tightly cropped hair and numerous studs and rings in their ears and noses. What fascinated her most were those being led like pets, some almost unnoticed by their mistresses, others stroked and pampered like a favourite cat. Many reclined on cushions at the feet of their mistress, fawning and fondling their owner's shiny boots, whilst their mistress held the leash leading to their glossy collars.
Susan could hardly believe it was real, she was intrigued and could not pull herself away. She thought how she would have plunged into it if she had accepted Karyn's offer. She caught sight of Karyn looking around the room expectantly from her table. Susan was about to leave when her attention was aroused by the bustle coming from the stage area. The clock to one side showed it was just past midnight. A large cage was wheeled on. In it there was a young woman dressed plainly, just in a skirt, blouse and shoes. Having become accustomed to the erotic clothing around, the woman looked peculiar to Susan.
A large woman in squealing dark green rubber, called for silence and the room went quiet. "How much am I bid for this fine offer?" she shouted. Susan was amazed that she was actually watching an auction of this woman, obviously destined to become someone's sex-slave. This was what Karyn had warned her about, it could have been her out there. The bidding was fast mainly from women on their own, but a few times from those with a couple or more at their feet already, wanting to add to their harem.
The bidding stopped somewhere in the tens of thousands. The woman seemed to struggle against the bars of the cage as two others strode up, they both wore long shiny boots and outfits that clung to their bodies, but exposed their firm breasts. With their hands coated in long tight shiny gloves they entered the cage and pulled off the woman's skirt and blouse, to the rising encouragement of the audience. Soon she just stood in her underwear. Then one pulled down her panties before the other belted something around her waist and into her pussy. The two women stood back and the woman was left there in the cage, with the door open.
The woman in dark green rubber held up a control box. "Let the process begin." She turned a nob on the box and the caged woman began to shudder, she panted and began to grunt. She obviously could not escape from the stimulation, she had become unaware of the crowd, just aware of the intense pleasure flowing through her, she looked on the verge of orgasm. The other woman turned the nob back and the woman gasped.
"You enjoyed that didn't you Jane, probably the best you screw you've ever had."
"Yes, yes, please, more, please." Jane panted as she stumbled out of the cage.
"You can have as much as you can take, if you do as I say."
"Mmm, yes, please, please. Tell me what."
"First, sit down." The woman smiled and directed Jane to a chair. The two assistants walked up behind it. "Good, Jane. That's the way." The compere said as she gave a quick twist to the control knob. Jane writhed in ecstasy in the chair, her eyes rolling and her tongue flicking. The compere turned the knob down, but not off, leaving Jane panting and teased by a faint buzz. As she was helpless the two assistants worked efficiently. One proceeded to slowly razor Jane's hair until it was tightly cropped like that of many of the audience, moving round her the other carefully pierced her ears, taking a selection of studs and rings to fill the holes, four or five in each ear, from a velvet pouch at her belt. Jane seemed not to notice, and as the compere increased the pleasure just before each prick she began to be hungry for the next. The last was a stud in her nostril. The assistant gave her a quick kiss and both stepped back. They held a mirror before their client, and she grunted with the pleasure as the audience applauded her new appearance.
"Very good Jane, you're enjoying it, aren't you? Just one more step, and you'll be one of us, grunting, panting for a fuck. Licking out your horny mistress just for her tongue up your cunt as a reward." The compere nodded and one of the assistants brought some glossy rubber clothes, the other a pair of matching thigh boots with sharp long heels.
"Just ease into these clothes and the change will be complete." Jane panicked as the two assistants approached encouraging her to become like them. Jane knew that easing in the gloss would ease her into sex-bondage. One of the assistants released her bra and offered her a rubber alternative. Jane tentatively reached out for it and was rewarded with a burst of pleasure.
"No I can't." She said but her voice trailed off into grunts and moans. The assistant stepped round Jane and pulled the squealing rubber half-bra onto her as she was filled with pleasure. "Yes, yesss." She panted and though the pleasure subsided she made no effort to pull off her sex-slave clothes. In moments equally glossy briefs were eased up her legs into place. Her waist and hips were coated in squealing shiny rubber. She knew she could not resist, there was no turning back, in moments the thigh rubber boots were slid onto her shapely legs clinging to every curve and coating them in squealing glossy rubber. Jane shuddered and groaned into an erotic orgasm as she realised the change was complete, she had become a sex pet. She stood up speechless with the pleasure, barely aware of the audience but certain of what she now was. The stimulator was removed leaving her juicy.
The change was now complete, and her new mistress walked up to stand near her. The pet was scantily clad, she wore skin-tight half cut gloss bra which clung to her chest and lifted up her firm breasts on display, to be sampled. Below, her flesh was bare. She wore glossy black rubber briefs which stretched up high on her waist, but left her shapely bum naked as just a thong strap ran between her firm cheeks. The crotch was open, ready for anything her mistress offered. Below her legs were tightly held in thigh high black rubber boots which sealed every curve of her legs into the slippery gloss. They were buckled at the thigh and she stood on their sharp heels. Her arms were coated in long black shiny gloves which stretched past the elbow. She stroked her glossy hands over her naked body and squealing outfit.
Her mistress strode up to her. She wore a skin-tight rubber dress, and shiny ankle boots. She gently stroked her gloss gloved hand over her pet's naked bum. Then she teased her erect breasts, to the delight of the crowd.
"You look excellent my pet now your body is accessible and more erotic." The woman smiled and clipped a glossy collar around her neck, it was connected to a leash in her hands. Then she wrapped a glossy black raincoat which stretched just past her hips. The pet pulled it tight so that it strained against her erect nipples and hard breasts. Her mistress led her, with the rubber squealing as she strode in her thigh boots after her.
Susan strained to see the two leaving the club to the applause of the crowd. She stepped back from the crack shuddering with excitement. She felt the urge to hurry round to the main area to get caught and be transformed, be bound in skin-tight rubber and enslaved by a mistress. Susan could almost feel her body being made more accessible, her legs coated in the slippery gloss, her naked bum being caressed by the slippery hand of her mistress and her breasts being teased by the gloss as she was led away to her new life. Susan was shocked by the feelings in her that the scene had aroused. She hurried out of the room, barely looking as she ran for the exit and out into the street, she did not stop until she reached the bus stop. She caught a bus and hurried to her home and bed.
She stood there on the high heels, scantily clad, her breasts rising as they were teased by the gloss, her bum and legs held tightly by the skin-tight rubber. The door opened and Karyn walked in, she said nothing, just walked towards Susan smiling.
"I was just about to go." She mumbled.
"No hurry." Karyn replied as she stepped nearer.
Susan struggled to move, but her body would not let her escape, it was too late. Susan tried in vain to speak. Then she felt her breasts against hers, the gloved hands reaching for her slippery bum, then the smooth lips and the tongue against hers. Suddenly Susan woke up and was in her own bed, alone. She shook herself, it had been a strange dream, it had not scared her, but had shocked her and she felt embarrassed by how aroused she was. It all seemed so distant. She turned over, and gasped, propped up against the bedside table was a small black card. It read "Black Widow Club" across the top in silver. Below were two pictures one of a spider in a web with trapped prey around and almost as if reflected another picture. Susan gazed for a few moments before realising what it showed. It was a woman dressed from head to toe in glossy back, with long shiny boots, lying on a bed, from both hands stretched leashes to the collars of other naked women lying languidly around. Below was written her name.
Susan went back to the place. It was real, not a dream. The design on the card was repeated on two sides of the club's sign which hung over the door. In the daytime it was locked up, the shiny black doors closed against the world and the only sounds were distant noises and traces of voices from the flats above.
Susan tried to push the thought of the place from her mind as she might a nightmare, sure that if she concentrated on her life, her job, that it would fade from her mind. It did not, she was fascinated, horrified and thrilled by the place, always distantly hoping that some chance occurrence would return her there and yet feeling shocked by the nature of the place and that she could be so excited by it. How well did she really know herself.
One day, Susan was casually browsing through a fashion mail order catalogue when she caught sight of a picture of a woman in long shiny PVC boots, and a lycra body suit. The image instantly brought back all the mixed feelings she had for the club, and she knew she had to return, she knew she had to mix with the members and know it was real and yet that she was not really a part of it.
Without thinking she was on the 'phone and had ordered the outfit as shown and a short raincoat to match the boots. She felt aroused as if she was beginning a change, like a caterpillar entering a chrysalis, unaware of how she would look, behave or feel as the butterfly, hardly thinking that a caterpillar's change was unstoppable, irreversible and complete.
The clothes arrived but Susan dared not open them until evening she was to go. She made up her face and plaited her hair tight to her head, but naked she did not put on the lights so she could not see herself changing into the clothes. In the dark in front of her they seemed to hold no importance, but if she saw the changing for herself, then she might be tempted to halt it all. She slipped the body suit on, seeing it shine on her in the faint light, but above all feeling how safe she felt in it, protected from the world and yet showing it all. She eased her legs into the shiny boots which stretched to her knee and then quickly into the matching raincoat which she did up tight. Her face was brightly made-up and all she had to do was slip on her black leather gloves and she was ready to face the world.
Susan took a taxi to the club making sure there was no way for her to turn back, her hands fiddling with the membership card in her hand. She walked briskly to the club door and the woman there just waved her through as soon as she showed the card, making no comment about Susan. She hesitated by the entrance to the main room, but pulled open the door and stepped into the crowd. The scene was as she had remembered it and she was glad to dissolve into the crowd disappearing amongst the tight and shiny costumes.
Susan ordered a drink from a passing waitress, but the woman who brought it was Karyn. She stood over Susan, dressed in a leather waistcoat and a rubber skirt which stopped above her knees.
"I'm glad to see you back." She said as she sat down with her own drink.
Susan had nothing to say but just nodded and smiled. Karyn was sensitive and delicate, she outlined who was who, and re-assured her that most of what went on was just show, a fantasy for those who wanted to get in a bit closer.
Susan sat awkwardly in her chair next to Karyn, slowly her curiosity overcame her feeling of embarrassment. The scene was just as she had viewed when she had peered through the crack from the store room, but now so much more immediate. Sex-slaves gloss covered bodies rubbed past her as they were led by their mistresses to their tables where they reclined servilely at their feet, fawning and purring or indulging in some drink or sweet. Or they were led to the stairs and up into the rooms above of which Susan could only guess. Some even looked her over, wondering if she would perform for them and strut at their heels.
Karyn leant over and poured some more drink into Susan's glass. "Are you dominant or submissive?" She whispered in Susan's ear.
Susan paused before answering, "I don't know."
"You must be submissive then, otherwise you would know. That's a shame I'm the same myself." She giggled. "Maybe you'd fancy it up in there then."
Susan followed Karyn's line of sight. She had not noticed the ornate cage set up on one side, lit by coloured spotlights. Inside two crop haired women were writhing in an erotic dance, fondling and licking at each others' bodies scantily clad in squealing tight black gloss, their breasts naked and erect, their legs coated in long sharp heeled boots. Both wore collars and were leashed to a ring on the side of the cage.
Susan tried to look away but was transfixed, the ache of arousal as strong, maybe stronger than when she had first seen into the interior of this club.
"It's my favourite too. I could quite go for being crop haired and rubber clad up there, with my lover. How about you?"
"Yes." Susan muttered, dreamily. Then she stopped herself as if something had snapped. She leapt from her chair and tore from the room and from the club as she had the time before.
She took a taxi across town too embarrassed to be seen on the bus. Back home she stripped off her clothes, tossing them into the dark recesses of an unused drawer, hoping that the shock had cleared her of any fantasies about the club.
Two weeks later, Susan left the dance class and slipped out of her things before having a shower. She walked away from the shower drying her hair back towards her locker. She took out her bag and stepped into the changing cubicle. As she sat on the bench she heard the door click shut. Startled she looked up to see Karyn standing over her. She stood there in a tight red leather jumpsuit, her breasts straining against the leather. Her legs were thrust into matching spike heeled knee-high boots. Strangely Susan felt reassured.
"Hello." She said tentatively.
"Hi, have a good session?"
"Mmm, yes." Susan finished drying herself.
"I thought you might like to go out with me for early dinner."
Susan said nothing.
"I got you something to wear." Karyn indicated Susan's bag.
Susan shot to look at it. It did seem to be bulging. Hurriedly she opened it. Her hand touched something slippery. She tugged it and out came a length of red leather wrapped round matching high-heeled boots. Susan knew in an instant that they were a duplicate of Karyn's. She looked back up at Karyn.
"Your clothes are safe, I just didn't want you to say no this time." Karyn said.
"I, I, c-c-can't wear this."
"Why not?"
"I just can't, I wouldn't feel comfortable."
"Have you ever worn tight jeans?" Karyn asked.
"Mmm, yes." Susan replied.
"Were they comfortable?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"So what's the difference? You'll feel just as comfortable in leather, it'll form to every line and curve."
Susan paused torn between her dreams and her inhibitions.
Karyn recognised Susan's indecision. "Once I felt concerned about wearing sexy clothes even though I had a urge to do so, worried what people would say. Eventually I overcame that and I felt better and sexy, and released my true desires, pleased with the way I was looked at. You know you will feel the same, just try it. If you don't like it you can get out of it, but I'm sure once you've eased into it, you'll enjoy the change and yourself."
Susan hesitated but took the proffered leather.
"Dress." Karyn said simply. She stepped back and Susan stood aroused by her helplessness in the presence of this woman, she could make her anything she wanted her to be. Karyn kissed her lightly on the cheek. Susan knew she had to obey, she knew once she was dressed in the tight leathers she would have become a different woman, there would be no turning back. Slowly she reached for the jumpsuit, it rippled and creaked as she picked it up. She stood up, then slowly eased one leg, then the other into the skin-tight leather. She slipped one arm into the sleeve and then the other pulling it tight across her back. Karyn stepped forward and slid the zip up sealing Susan's body in the red leather. Her breasts strained against it. She gently moved, watching the leather ripple and the light shine off it as it softly creaked. She needed no encouragement to slide her leathered legs into the boots and rise up on the heels, she stood there, her fingers their nails painted the same colour as the leather, stroking across her second skin over her tightly held thighs and smooth bum, up her body to caress and fondle her leathered breasts, delighting in her body and what she had become.
Susan smiled, her body coursed with the daring of it, each time she reminded herself that this was real, it was her dressed like this, not a dream, not someone else. She followed Karyn out of the cubicle, initially hesitant and self-conscious, she realised there was no turning back and hurried after Karyn, her eyes concentrating on her bum, the leather rippling and creaking as the pair of them strode on their high-heels, Susan realised that she must look the same.
Karyn led Susan to her car, a low stylish red sports car. Karyn slid into the driver's seat and Susan eased in at the other side. As she locked the seat belt across her leather bound breasts and the door lock clicked down she felt a thrill of how secure she felt and yet how daring.
They arrived at a quiet restaurant. Susan walked closely behind Karyn, hardly aware of how accustomed she had become to the slippery feel of the leather clinging to her body. As she relaxed the leather became more accustomed to her body making it appear even sexier.
They sat down at a quiet table and ate a tasty meal, they said little, Susan tried to cope with how straight forward and yet how exotic it all was. As the meal progressed she became aware that Karyn's legs, coated in boots and leather were stroking gently along the inside of her own legs, gently teasing her as they progressed slowly up her thighs. Susan felt she should resist, but could not, she felt aroused and she had to admit becoming physically hungry for the continued delicate touch. Soon the toes of Karyn's boots were stroking at the leather that was all that covered Susan's lips. She was juicy, her breathing increasing, she wanted to toss her head back and grunt, but the restraints of a public place just excited her more. Karyn just smiled, knowing how to keep Susan just at the tip of excitement. She delighted in her lover's delight, knowing that she had taken her beyond her inhibitions to admit the feelings she had known from their first meeting.
Karyn slowly eased back and called for the bill. With it settled Susan eagerly followed her out to the car, any embarrassment at being dressed like she was had faded. She moved as if that was how she always dressed and behaved.
Karyn drove them out of town, her hand resting on Susan's thigh coated in slippery red leather. She pulled into a lay by and turned to kiss Susan. Susan could not resist, she was so aroused her body was hungry for more. Slowly she began to be more than passive and moved to embrace and kiss Karyn, her pleasure rising as she gave way to her feelings. She did nothing to stop Karyn unzipping her jumpsuit, exposing her naked breasts to her probing tongue which slowly licked down Susan's body to her sex, and licked until Susan dissolved into shuddering and groaning with the pleasure.
Susan could not stop herself, she yielded to her desires and admitted what she was. As the pleasure subsided Susan lay in her seat as Karyn zipped up Susan's leather, sealing her erect breasts back into the tight shiny leather. Susan drifted dreaming as Karyn drove her back to her house. Susan got out, unembarrassed, her body relaxed into the leather and comfortable in its desires. Karyn smiled and tossed the bag Susan had forgotten across to her. Then she shut the door and drove away. Susan in a daze went into her house.
In her room, Susan slumped back on the bed barely believing what had happened to her. She sat up and saw herself reflected, wearing the red leather from head to toe and knew it was real. She reached down to unpack her bag. She found two packets one flat and the another cylindrical. She opened the first one and found a photo of Karyn dressed in the leathers she had just seen her in, her breasts tight in it. Susan surprised herself as she put it by her bed. With it were a pair of fingerless gloves matching her red leather. Susan eased them on, coating her hands in the slippery shiny leather. Finally there was a folded note, but she left that and unwrapped the other package and it revealed a fat vibrator. Instantly she felt aroused, and she knew Karyn knew her better than she knew herself. Within seconds she had unzipped her jumpsuit and thrust the buzzing vibrator into herself. She squirmed and grunted in pleasure until she was exhausted, her leather creaking rippling as she moved, enjoying what she was, at last allowing to admit the pleasure she enjoyed.
It was the next morning when Susan knocked on the side door of the club, down another alley to its entrance. The note had offered her a job at the club, Susan knew she could no longer fool herself into trying to stay away or not seeing Karyn. But a job was a job and she dressed smartly in a skirt coat and blouse. Someone looking closely might have wondered at the shiny black patent ankle boots which had replaced her plain brown shoes or the clinging shiny gloves folded over to stop them seeming too long. No-one was looking close, not even Susan though she would have surprised herself of a few weeks past. But, today this was as far as she could restrain herself, her fantasies ranged far further.
Karyn opened the door. She wore a cropped black leather jacket and a matching miniskirt. Her legs were coated in black shiny lycra leggings that ran into ankle boots like Susan's.
"I'm glad you came." She smiled and gave Susan the hint of a kiss as she showed her in. "No need to have dressed so smart." She paused. "Then again." She smiled again. "I remembered what you said last time you were here, I think we'd make a great team. Come up and meet the gang." She said. Susan just followed on.
They walked up to a large lounge. There were a number of women grouped around a glass table drinking coffee. She recognised the compere dressed in her clinging chocolate brown rubber catsuit and thigh boots. Laid at her knees was a slim white girl dressed just the same, purring to the compere's stroking along her slippery body. Next to her was the doorwoman, she wore just a black leather bra, shorts and ankle boots. Finally were another couple, another mistress and her pet. The woman rose when Susan came in.
"Hello, I'm Nikki, nice to meet you, Susan isn't it."
"Yes." Susan smiled.
"So you'd like it if we made you in to one of our house slaves?" She said cheerfully. "Along with Karyn. She says you can dance well, we'd love to have you as a lesbo-dancer."
Susan gulped, surprised at how straight forward the woman was, 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. She furtively glanced at the two pets reclining on the floor. The thought of herself beside them fawning in skin-tight rubber made her shudder with pleasure. "Yes." she stuttered.
"That's great. Just sign this and we can sort out your house and everything. As a slave we own you and your property becomes the club's, that helps us run things. We will look after everything, get you a room, here, keep, any gear you want, everything. You can do that now before you're transformed or afterwards when you'll no longer have the will not to."
Susan felt as if she were in some dream she would wake from, the eroticism of the whole situation was too much. Her hand shook as she signed the form and she became a sex-slave.
"That's great." Nikki repeated. "I'll leave you with Karyn, to sort things out, we'll see you soon." Nikki smiled and stood, she walked out with the compere and doorwoman, the pets striding on their leashes at their mistresses' heels, their rubber squealing and rippling tight and shiny in the light.
"It is time to complete the process, tomorrow you will wake a different woman. We'll have you strutting around with cropped hair, your ears full of jewellery, your body in squealing skin-tight rubber answering to your collar name. Then you will be a pet." Karyn spoke enthusiastically, she was excited herself. She leant forward and kissed Susan who responded, drinking in the woman, delighting in her embrace.
They parted. "I think the others will be ready now. Come on." Susan followed Karyn into an old ornate lift. They rose a floor or two.
The lift stopped and they stepped out into a brightly lit room with mirrors and a tiled floor like a beauty salon. Karyn indicated a chair in front of the make-up mirror. Nikki and her pet were already waiting, dressed in matching skin-tight red leather as Susan had been earlier. The compere and Layla were sat to the side on a sofa and nodded at Karyn as she led Susan in. It was clear they were only to be spectators.
"Sit down." Nikki said as she walked up to Susan, her leather creaking to her every move as she stepped on the sharp heels of her long boots. Susan hesitated. She hovered between thrill and fright, it was tantalising wondering what was going to happen, it seemed so real, like a dream that could be touched. Susan sat down in the hairdressers chair.
"A new pet. What's her name?" Nikki asked Karyn as she walked over to Susan and began fiddling with her hair.
"It's Petra." Karyn said. Susan gasped as she realised that she was being referred to. Susan was an independent woman, Petra was a sex-slave, a lesbian pet, she was to become the latter. She was frozen with confused emotion.
"That's a nice name." Nikki said softly. Susan was discussed as one would talk about a new pet cat.
"I think you know what I have in mind. The usual treatment, and then I will have a look next door for something for her to wear."
Susan knew she could not resist. She shuddered with excitement as she imagined herself dressed in rubber, obedient to her mistress. She felt there was nothing she could do to halt the process, part of her yearned to yield and submit herself to her mistress. She looked at herself in the mirror, not really believing anything would change, it was all just a play like the supposed auction she had seen the first night here.
In the mirror Susan could see Nikki smiling. She gently stroked Susan's shoulders. Then she eased off Susan's gloves, shoes and stockings and removed her skirt and blouse then took off her underwear too. Susan could feel Nikki's warm leather pressed against her back and her breasts rose as Nikki stroked them. Susan sat there naked as Nikki gently caressed her, teasing her body. Susan closed her eyes and drifted away in her stupor. Things were becoming real, but she could not really believe it.
Then she felt a series of quick pricks along the length of one ear then the other. She could not stop it, the transformation was beginning. In her mind's eye, images of Karyn blurred with her own face. She could feel Nikki carefully putting rings and studs into the holes. Then she heard the buzz of the electric razor and could feel it stroking across her head. Then it stopped. Susan forced her eyes open and saw herself, hair cropped and rings in her ears and nose.
She knew she would soon be a sex-slave and leave here as a pet, as erotic and obedient as those pets she now resembled. Suddenly she felt a vibrator forcing into her, the stimulation rushed through her. She tried to stop herself groaning with pleasure, she caught sight of herself. As the pleasure increased she arched back panting uncontrollably.
"Let yourself go, grunt with the pleasure, admit what you are." Nikki encouraged.
Susan struggled to remain quiet, she had to stop herself giving in, to admit she was an erotic pet, a toy.
"You cannot resist, soon you will be clad in the skin-tight rubber, I clothe you, I own you." She heard Nikki speak.
Susan tried to speak, but all that came out were groans and moans, she realised she had yielded to her desires. She was hungry for the gloss, the enslavement. The pleasure faded and she slumped forward on the chair, panting. She looked up into the mirror and at the reflection of a sex-slave, her hair cropped and her ears full of jewellery, her face sexily made-up, her body naked and hungry to be bound in skin-tight rubber, that was Petra, she was Petra. Nikki gently guided her round to face Karyn standing over her. She could not look away.
"It is too late to escape," she said "soon you will be just a plaything. Just yield to what you are becoming." Nikki encouraged.
Nikki stood back and Karyn strode up to Petra, who sat there gazing at her mistress. "Excellent. Rise Petra."
Petra stood and Karyn smiled and thrust her body against hers, stroking the slippery gloss up and down Petra's firm naked breasts. Petra began to lick her, probing with her tongue. She stood stroking her body over the tight gloss, hungry to have herself bound in rubber. She panted with pleasure as she licked her shiny breasts, the nipples straining hard in the gloss. Karyn wrapped her arms around the pet pulling her tight against her. Petra grunted with pleasure of the stimulation, her sounds were stopped by Karyn's lips and tongue forcing their way into her mouth. The two writhed their bodies entwining.
Karyn pulled away, and Petra tried to follow, her sex soft and juicy. She was aware of what she had become, the process was complete, she was owned completely. Karyn motioned her to follow, delighted that the aloof woman unaware of her desires had been transformed into an erotic sex-pet, her urges released and filled with a desire to satisfy and obey. All that remained was for her to enter the gloss bondage and so be seen to be so.
Petra felt excited. Karyn led her into a bedroom and indicated her pet to sit. Petra knelt, her legs apart waiting for her touch. She yearned for the gloss to prove what she was to assume her true form as an erotic pet. Karyn returned with a shiny black rubber catsuit and matching boots. Petra simpered in anticipation of the tight rubber straining and squealing around her shapely body. Karyn approached and gently stroked her naked breasts. She gently pushed the yielding Petra back onto the bed. Petra felt as aroused as she had when she had become a pet. She lay there at her mistress's command about to coated in skin-tight rubber. Karyn gently stroked the bright, shiny black rubber between Petra's breasts and pussy, before easing her legs into it. Petra writhed aroused as the rubber rose up her legs, reasserting her eroticism and the ownership of her. Soon her bum was coated, and her breasts hardened in anticipation of the sensation of the slippery skin-tight rubber coating them. Soon Karyn eased up the zip and Petra moved around on the bed, her body exploring the slippery, shiny rubber which clung tightly to the whole of her body. Then the matching boots were pushed up, hugging tight to her shapely legs. Finally Karyn slipped the fingerless gloves onto her hands, leaving Petra's bright red nails showing. Petra slumped back on the bed stroking her hands all over erotic body, shuddering with the pleasure of being so erotic.
Karyn was quickly changed too, and slid onto the bed, her own rubber squealing and rippling as she moved. She reached down and unzipped the zip over Petra's sex and gently stroked it, her own already naked. Petra slowly turned to her lover, greatly aroused at the sight of the whole of her lover's body held tightly and shiny, she pressed her lips against hers, and her glossed hand into her. The two slippery bodies interlocked, as their tongues toyed with each other and they stroked each other's moist throbbing pussies, both moaning and grunting with pleasure.
Susan awoke confused, the rubber she wore rippled and squealed as she began to move. Her thoughts were clouded, she could not remember why she was there, who she was. Susan found it difficult to think, new thoughts were entering her mind, a new identity, her memories were fading.
Confused and aroused she leapt up from the bed and strode to the mirror and looked at herself. She had been clearly transformed into a sex-slave, marked by the jewellery in her ears and nose, her cropped hair, the collar at her neck, the thigh boots which clung to her legs and the shiny black rubber skin-tight all over her body. She watched how it rippled to all her movements, squealing and catching the light as she moved. The rubber teased her naked body below its slipperiness turning every movement into stimulation. She found it harder than before for her mind to struggle against the change. Dressed so erotically she found she was telling herself that she was the property of her mistress, to be commanded by her, her urges to satisfy and obey her mistress. Her body delighted in its sexy appearance and she eased down the narrow zip that covered her sex.
She stopped herself giving way, that was what they wanted, for her to become a pet. She looked out from the plushly decorated room. It would be difficult to escape, if she could stand walking in the streets like this then she would have accepted her new identity. At the back of her mind was the desire to yield and become what they wanted, she knew the longer she was dressed like this the harder it would be to break. She had to admit that the tight rubber which clung to her naked body make her feel safe, excited and sexy, feelings which would be difficult to relinquish. She would hesitate and think why not let the fantasy run but then reminded herself that this was real and yet that aroused her more, they had known how difficult it would be to turn away from her fantasies realised.
She slumped on the bed, the name 'Petra' was ringing in her head, as she repeated it to herself she felt aroused at its sound. She gazed sidewards to a television and video recorder with a video marked with that name on it. She switched them on and ran the video. Within moments she saw a room which looked like a beauty parlour, which she imagined was somewhere in this building. Karyn, the compere, Nikki and her pet, and Jena were there. Then the shot zoomed in herself lying in a hairdresser's chair asleep. The red leather had gone and she was in a plain blouse and skirt.
She could hear the compere's voice. "This woman Susan will yield to her desires and will leave here as Petra, a house sex-slave of the Black Widow Club." Susan shuddered with surprise and excitement as she realised that she was Petra and what that meant, a new identity as a sex-slave, property of this club and its owner.
She watched intrigued as she was stripped slowly and teasingly by Nikki's pet who looked as Susan did now and Susan was aroused by her own servility. Slowly she remembered what had happened last night. She looked at her erotic body, she increasingly felt the urge to fuck horny women, she struggled against it, but her body wanted to yield, she felt her will fading, increasingly, she wanted to obey her mistress, her desires were hers, she tried to fight against it but did not want to. It was too late to go back. She looked at her glossed body and the slippery thigh boots, she realised they felt like her own clothes, not ones pressed upon her but clinging slippery rubber that she would ease her body into, it seemed to be shaping closer to her body as the moments passed, but also the more she wore it the more she became accustomed to being dressed like that and the feeling it gave her and what it made her. It was not fantasy but a reality she could not reject she stroked her glossy collar, she was a sex-slave. She purred as she truly assumed her new identity, and began unashamedly to finger herself.
The door opened and re-awoke Petra. She stood up and as she did Karyn walked up to her and stroked her rubbered bum. Petra turned to her and noticed that her hair was now cropped and her ears decorated with a range of earrings. Uncontrollably she thrust her rubbered body against Karyn's. They locked in a kiss, the rubber squealing and rippling as they teased each other with their tongues.
They broke. "Welcome to your new home." Karyn said.
"Yes." Petra replied, eager to make love to her, anticipating the pleasures to come. Petra stood there hungry for Karyn, eager to please her, to use her sexy body, to show her what she was. The woman threw her rubber coated arms around the expectant Petra. The two women embraced, their rubbered bodies squealing as they thrust themselves on each others bodies, grasping their tightly held, slippery bums stroking and licking their breasts. Petra groaned as she fell back onto the bed, Karyn slid down the zip of Petra's catsuit. She stroked her moist slit until it was soft and juicy. Petra grunted and moaned loudly with the pleasure, she in turn released her lover's breasts and pussy and licked deeply until she groaned and shuddered. They both lay back on the floor panting with pleasure. The woman sat up and knelt over Petra, her slippery rubbered thighs tight against Petra's. She eased the zip on the rubber catsuit closed, sealing her body back in the shiny tight rubber.
Petra smiled, the process complete, happy in what she was, unaware of anything different. Her mistress leant forward and kissed her, they began to make love again. She reached down and unzipped the zip over Petra's sex and gently stroked it, her own already naked. Petra slowly turned to her lover, greatly aroused at the sight of the whole of her Karyn's body held tightly and shiny, she pressed her lips against hers, and her glossed hand into her. The two slippery bodies interlocked, as their tongues toyed with each other and they stroked each other's moist throbbing pussies, both moaning and grunting with pleasure.
That evening Karyn helped Petra prepare for her first night on the floor of the club as one of its sex-slaves. She slowly eased off her thigh length rubber boots and her body out of her clinging catsuit, the rubber rippling and squealing as she did. Petra knew now there was no question of her not squeezing her body back into its slippery interior the next day. The erotic clothes were no longer something peculiar, it was natural that she wore them, she was a lesbian sex-slave, submissive and erotic. The pair of them slipped into clinging slippery basques. The shiny black gloss ran as a thong through their firm naked bums and between their breasts leaving them bare, erect and shiny. They eased on elbow length clinging gloss gloves and slid their shapely legs into another pair of thigh boots. Finally they clipped gloss collars at their necks, ready for their leashes.
"Ready." The compere appeared around the door. Petra was struck speechless with pleasure as she locked leashes to their collars and the two of them strutted on their high heels behind her as if out of some porno fantasy. This job pleased its workers. Petra was moist as Karyn ran her glossed hand over her naked bum, no longer inhibited she groaned out loud with the sensation and repaid the touch to Karyn.
Within moments they were in the cage. Their leashes were tied to the rings on the wall, and once the door closed they were left close to each other, a show for all to see. Petra shuddered with pleasure then slowly began thrusting out her body, working up to the pattern and rhythm she and Karyn had agreed on. Soon both were lost in their movements stroking, rubbing, licking each others' bodies, unaware of anything bar the stimulation; the squeal and ripple of the skin-tight gloss and their own grunts and moans.