Catsuit
  by DS

Contains: humiliation, costumes, orgasm denial, domination/submission, MF, FF

Chapter 1: The Velvet Mask

Safe, anonymous sex. No dating, no flirting, no clumsy foreplay, no awkward talks, just straight-forward faceless sex. Gloria had given it enough thought, and could only conclude that that would be the most convenient solution for a satisfactory sex life without compromising her ridiculously busy schedule and professional reputation at the law firm she worked at. Actually finding a venue that catered to this exact need however had taken its time, until almost by accident she came across mention of the exclusive Velvet Mask private club that promised to offer exactly what she was looking for.

"Ahh... aren't you beautiful, please, come on in". Gloria nodded politely at the mature woman opening the steel door for her; exquisitely braided hair, a neat business suit, a somewhat sterile smile: this could've been a regular late night work appointment for her. Convenient if someone spotted her entering, but Gloria had made sure chances of that were pleasantly slim, and the well-concealed back entrance to the private club did the rest - no one would find out about her naughty excursion tonight. Still, Gloria was glad to enter - her wait amongst the decrepit and clearly abandoned buildings, the neon lights of the surrounding city only sporadically filtering through while her nerves were getting out of control hadn't been pleasant.

"Thanks..." she hurried after the woman, the light in the corridor dimming as the heavy steel door slowly fell shut behind her with an anti-climactic click. She had meant to add 'you too' to the woman's original compliment, not even as a standard formality but as an impulsive and honest assessment - though definitely well into her thirties, the woman ushering her through the narrow hallway had a mature, voluptuous beauty about her. But it might have given the woman the wrong idea about her interests. "Are you nervous?" the woman kindly inquired, briefly resting her hand on her arm as she led her into a tidy, perhaps even a little Spartan office. "Nervous... but excited" she replied with a smile, resting her perhaps overly generic trench coat on the arm rest of the offered seat before sitting down. "Excited... we like to hear that" the woman winked; strangely enough, Gloria had to fight back a blush - she was here for sex, but it felt strange having some unknown woman arrange it for her.

"Before we start, I have a couple of questions for you..." the woman tapped her pen, leaving a playful pause for Gloria's anticipated surprise, "...not about who you are, darling, nobody here cares about that. What I need to know is if anyone else knows you're here tonight". "I certainly hope not" Gloria grinned, quickly correcting that to "No, nobody" as she saw the woman's cautious reaction, and after a short silence decided on further clarification. "I don't have much of a social life to begin with to be honest... kind of pathetic, but it suits my professional life and I think suits the interests of this club as well. I left no traces of where I went tonight either, so..." she continued, unsure of whether she was expected to list her borderline neurotic measures to make sure nobody would ever find out about her little escapade tonight. "You've been thorough, haven't you? We really appreciate that". She seemed nice, sincere; strangely enough, Gloria felt herself warm up to the woman, perhaps specifically because neither of them wanted to know the other at all.

"You're quite young, hmm?" the woman casually remarked as she traced her pen down the form in front of her. "Twenty-three" Gloria quickly returned her rehearsed answer before she realized the woman hadn't specifically asked for her age to begin with - the number she gave was sufficiently off anyway. "Is that so? Don't worry, we can lie all we want here. It all stays secret anyway, so we can tell each other whatever we want if we think it'll make our evening better, okay?" Gloria nodded, content with the arrangement - it was clear her interests matched those of this strange club.

"Anyway, I should probably start with a quick rundown of how things go around here - we have a number of clients like you who get to dress up as what we call 'dolls', sexy but safe costumes that let them get fucked all night long without having to worry about getting knocked up or STDs or whatever, and clients who do the fucking, and at the end of the night, nobody is any wiser about who fucked who". "So a mix between a masquerade and an orgy" Gloria offered, and the woman nodded enthusiastically. "Like the sound of that, or getting cold feet? It's not too late to just walk away you know, we don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with". No sane woman wouldn't have reservations about what she was getting herself into, but...

"No, I'm actually really looking forward to the sex tonight, it's been so damn long" she sighed - it certainly felt liberating to just be able to admit that, after years of defensive lies about getting 'plenty of action' to ward off nosy colleagues. "Sounds like you've got some catching up to do... you've come to the perfect place for that" the woman grinned in response. "Well, I think we can skip the rest of these formalities then - I have some more questions for you about what you're looking for sexually, but perhaps you'd like to get a little tour of our club first? A couple of dolls are already prepared for tonight, so if you want to take a look..."

"Oh, but..." Gloria hesitated - while her clothes were inconspicuous enough, she still felt quite recognizable. "Don't worry. We keep things private here... so we make sure even our dolls can't really see or hear who is in the room with them. Come with me, I'll show you". "Ah, okay - by the way, what should I call you? Not your name or anything, it just feels awkward, to, umm..." "Other clients usually call me the Mistress - if you want, you could use that" the woman smiled, leading her by her hand through a short corridor. "Really, just 'Mistress'? Sounds so authoritative". "Our clients put their full trust in me to keep their secrets... to do that, so I need to be authoritative, makes sense right?" "Yeah, of course... Mistress it is" Gloria nodded, and the woman smiled appreciatively.

"Here we are... let's be quiet when we enter, so we don't startle the dolls". The plush-lined door opened to a classy, dimly-lit lounge, adorned with rich furniture, lush carpets, and spread around the room several girls were positioned, some lying back against soft cushions, others resting on the floor, some even chained by hand, foot or neck - it was certainly an exotic and surprising sight. The woman had mentioned 'safe costumes', and she wasn't kidding - each and every one of the girls was clad, from head to toe, in latex or rubber in various colors, some wearing some thematic clothing over it, others just slowly writhing in what seemed like a second skin.

"Look, some of them just can't wait for tonight" the Mistress pointed out with a giggle; Gloria stood in silent amazement, watching the girl, or 'doll', closest to them squirm on a couch, lewdly spreading her legs even further as she seemed to notice them, her soft moan blending with the room's aroused chorus. "She probably thinks you're an early client... not yet, my little doll" the woman bent down, gently stroking the girl's shiny leg, but gestured Gloria to come closer. "Full bodysuits - it's as safe as sex can get. This doll wanted her ass and cunt open for fucking, can you see how deep the material goes inside of her?"

To illustrate her words, the woman pushed the white rubber-clad pussy folds apart, quickly slipping a finger in and out of the clearly lubricated sheath, to the audible approval of the girl. "No condom needed with protection like that". Gloria nodded politely - it felt awkward to be staring at a woman's crotch like this, but it was also reassuring to know that the club went to such lengths to safeguard the privacy of its clients. "This is one of our faceless dolls - this isn't even her own hair, just a wig - looks real though, doesn't it?" the woman lifted a strand of the doll's lush blonde hair, and Gloria nodded. "Most dolls only want their face covered, so their own hair spills out... you're a little quiet - just speak freely, they can't understand you anyway". "Ah, just amazed, that's all" Gloria smiled politely, her hushed voice unfortunately betraying her concern. "So what's with the chains? Also their request?" Gloria finally found the courage to ask. "Some of the dolls just love the helplessness," the woman giggled, "come here, let me show you our little anal barbie".

Moments later Gloria found herself staring down at the smooth legs of a doll whose hands were locked to the wall with thin chains. Her suit was a soft baby pink that emphasized the doll-like appearance even further; Gloria was actually startled when the girl looked up at her, her face fully revealed - or... "She's wearing one of our doll masks... can be a bit scary because of her eyes and because she can't smile or nothing, but it's a pretty face anyway, right?" "She's beautiful" Gloria had to admit - though her exaggerated lips, crafted from an overly thick ruby red rubber, seemed unusual, and the glazed eyes gave it a vacant expression, it looked eerily realistic. "This is our most perverted doll... dressed like a naughty little schoolgirl, she's here every night hoping to get her cute little ass ploughed... but I'll let you in on a little secret," the woman whispered conspiringly, the doll squirming as she fondled the pink butt, "that lovely pussy you can see under her skirt is as fake as her tits".

"W-what? Do you mean...?" Gloria giggled nervously - though a bit more pronounced than with the other doll, the dolls's pussy seemed as real as its curves, but... "What I mean is... that's not a girl in there... you couldn't even tell, could you?" the woman gloated; Gloria gasped, trying to spot some flaw to support what the woman was saying. "It's a corset suit, giving this boy a beautiful female shape - told you, she's our biggest pervert". "But what if... you know, he, or she I guess, gets an erection?" "Ah, can't happen," the woman smiled, "she wouldn't last very long otherwise, cumming buckets inside this suit... would be a mess, haha. No, her dicklet is safely smothered by a heavy rubber pouch, no matter how horny she gets it can't grow an inch. Here, feel it - don't worry, she loves it - it's right there under her rubber clitty".

Before she could protest the woman had already placed her hand there, rubbing it up and down the sleek pussy; she could feel the imprisoned member throb underneath the material, and the doll responded instantly, bucking its hips into her hand with a very feminine moan escaping the delicate mask. "Wow, he... I mean she even sounds..." "We make sure people can't even recognize the doll's voices through a special choker, that's why it sounds so feminine". It was a lot to take in, the idea that inside this gorgeous rubber-clad girl was actually a very horny young man, but Gloria realized that there was absolutely nothing that could give away the boy's identity... he could live out his fantasy without worrying about a thing, and that was just... she was definitely warming up to her crazy decision, in more ways than one.

"Isn't it uncomfortable for her, though? Can she really enjoy this?" "Don't worry, this little slut has learned other ways to entertain herself... just 'cause she can't cum doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy herself each night". The doll moaned more loudly now, and Gloria blushed as she saw the woman press her fingers deep into its rubber-lined ass. "But the clients know they're getting it on with a crossdresser?" "Of course, they have to know she's really a boy - but she's actually pretty popular, and we don't judge. Well, I think we've seen enough - let's talk about what you want, sweety".

Still dazed from her experience in the doll lounge, Gloria found herself back in the office moments later, more than a little worked up about what was to come, but finally quite relaxed as well - she could trust this 'Mistress' with her secrets tonight. "Anyway, absolutely no women - I'm a heterosexual woman, I've done my experimentation and disliked it enough to know that I'm just interested in men". "I see - anal sex, you into that?" the woman continued. "No experience with that... and for the first time, I'd like to keep it that way-" "Well, now I know what you don't want, but you must have some fantasy, some fetish to make your stay here even more special? You've seen our anal barbie, so you know nothing is too wild for us - anything you do want?" As if getting covered head to toe in body-hugging rubber for a night-long orgy wasn't kinky enough...

She gave it some quick thought, and decided on her most prominent fantasy. "Well... I've always liked to be down on all fours, with the guy coming in from behind... it's... primal, feral in a way that's just really hot". "Oh, you're into animal play?" "Sorry, what? With dogs and stuff?" Gloria's heart skipped a beat - was this woman implying bestiality? "No no... pretending to be a horny little animal, scratching, biting, those kinds of things". "Ahhh, well, I guess that could be part of it, I don't really know". "Do you like kitties?" "Yeah of course, I love cats, but why-" "Then it's settled - I've got the perfect costume for you. Don't worry, this'll be a night you'll never forget - actually, we'd better hurry up and start preparing you - last chance to bail out honey," the woman winked, "you can take your coat and walk out... or you undress, put all your clothes and stuff into this plastic container and let me take care of you for tonight".

Her heart was pounding, but her mind was made up, despite all her misgivings - she knew she wanted to try this at least once in her life, needed the sexual release. "I trust you" Gloria smiled, unbuttoning her blouse. "I knew you would, you're the perfect type for us". "Hmm?" Gloria let her help her out of her blouse, feeling a bit self-conscious about getting naked in front of a stranger, and yet... after their casual talk about anal sex and rubber vaginal sheaths it seemed such a silly concern. "You're absolutely beautiful dear, that's all - and remember, whenever you've had enough, you can always tell me and we'll get you out of the costume as soon as possible" the woman smiled, taking her pants from her.

Taking a short breath, Gloria unclasped her bra, then slipped out of her panties, depositing the last of her belongings into the container, leaving her standing entirely naked as the woman sealed her possessions with a plastic lid. "There, that'll keep it safe. Ahh, such a sexy body, full breasts - you'll fill out your suit so well... those pubes will get annoying though". "Oh, I didn't know... is that something we can still take care of?" "Don't worry, we've got a special room just for that. Follow me".

Chapter 2: The Rubber Catsuit

There was a strange, pungent smell in the bathroom-like chamber they entered, its prominent feature a tub filled with an semi-transparent green liquid. "I guess the person before me didn't bathe for a while?" Gloria joked, but the comedy seemed lost on the woman, filling a glass with a clear liquid from a decanter waiting for them on a side table. "That's bio-gel dear, it'll let you slip into the rubber more easily. First though, here - drink up". "What's this?" Gloria asked, cautiously sniffing the apparently odorless liquid - somehow, standing naked in the bathing room made her feel quite fragile. "We need you clean inside and out - go on, it doesn't taste bad". "Okay" Gloria nodded, hesitating one last moment before slowly finishing the drink in controlled gulps; the woman just looked on contently, even after she handed her back the glass.

"So now what? Into the tub, or shave first?" "Toilet's over there" the woman gestured with a grin; Gloria blinked, but mere seconds later felt a strong gurgle in her stomach - something was happening there, something... bad... "Oh god" she gasped, almost running over to the indicated direction, blushing shamefully as she barely sat down before both her bowels and bladder gave away. "What's going on with me!?" she exclaimed with more irritation as she felt more and more drip out of her, as if her very insides had liquified; relieving herself in front of this woman was utterly humiliating. "Would've taken too long to convince you - it's safe, and you're clean now - what do you think would happen if you were out there in your bodysuit and you suddenly had to pee, or worse?" "Oh... I get it, it's just... wasn't there some easier way to do this?" Gloria muttered, but it seemed pointless to argue. "No time for fussing. Wipe off and head into the tub".

Gloria hugged her knees as she sat in the green liquid, the goop covering her skin all the way up to her neck. Even just walking had been awkward after her forced toilet visit; for some reason, drinking the liquid had left her privates just... extremely relaxed. And now that she was inside the goop, she could feel it enter deep into her vagina and anus - nothing unpleasant, just really weird, alien. Contact with the goop caused a slightly uncomfortable burning sensation at first, then it simmered down to more of a pleasant tingle; she wasn't sure if it was the goop doing something or just her anticipation of what was to come, but the feeling was somehow turning her on now, especially since she could feel it deep inside of her as well.

It was strangely warm underneath the surface, and Gloria felt herself slipping further down as her body relaxed - her hair was kept safe with a latex bathing cap, but before she had gone off to collect her bodysuit, the woman had sternly warned her not to submerge entirely. With a smirk, she slowly slid her hands across her body, relishing the squishing sensation of the gel on her skin - feeling how stiff her nipples were, she realized that the more relaxed she became, the more her arousal built; it almost felt as if she was preparing herself for a long-time lover rather than a room full of men she had never met. God, she was horny...

"Are you enjoying yourself?" the woman suddenly whispered at her left, and Gloria nodded blissfully, only then realizing she had been intimately pleasuring herself as the woman looked on, her eager fingers pushing the gel even deeper into her vagina. "Sorry, I..." she smiled - somehow getting caught like that didn't feel as embarrassing as she imagined. "Don't apologize - sluts are allowed to be sluts here, you'll fit right in... stand up - you can use the hand rest above your head for balance".

Gloria was a bit confused at the woman's directness and 'slut' remark, but did as ordered, soon finding the hand rest no luxury as her feet had little support in the slippery gel, and she actually felt a little woozy from the weird bath. "This will be your suit for tonight... it'll look perfect on you". Gloria swallowed as she saw the costume in the woman's hands; a deep black, shiny rubber catsuit with... paws? "Is that a tail?" Gloria inquired, trying not to blush as the excess goop slowly trailed down her body, large blobs oozing out of her distended and sensitive privates. "The tail of your little kitty costume. Step in". Now it made sense - the mistress' question about whether she liked cats, and that business with 'animal play' - she was going to be dressed up as a cat. A warm glow rippled over her body as she imagined herself getting taken from behind, just like a feral kitten... it was an easy decision - with a soft squish her feet slipped inside, the sculpted cat paws soon wrapped tightly around her feet.

Despite stretching across her skin, the black rubber lost none of its luster as the mistress pulled it up further and further up her legs, but Gloria was soon distracted by something else - as the rest of the costume hung bunched up around her knees, she spotted a rather large protrusion inside, apparently connected to the tail part of the suit. "Umm... I'd like to skip any... anal... stuff, if possible, I mentioned that, right?" she tried as the mistress slid the bundle up her legs, quickly wiping off some excess gel squeezed out by the costume. "And you won't have anyone buggering you with this plug in your ass tonight. It won't hurt, and it's safer this way, trust me".

Gloria felt miserable - this wasn't exactly what she agreed on, and the prospect of that monster entering her virgin asshole actually scared her. "I-it's too big, it'll never fit" she muttered, wincing as the mistress turned her around. "Oh really" the woman giggled, and Gloria blushed with indignation, then gasped as she suddenly felt it enter, but... There was no pain, no discomfort, just an intense and unfamiliar feeling of fullness there as the plug was pushed deeper and deeper inside, the costume eventually snapping around her waist, leaving her ass covered with shining black rubber. A long tail sprouted from between her buttcheeks, her own kitty tail, swishing against her legs as she moved, its motions translating to an undeniably pleasant sensation inside her; perhaps suffering some indignity would be worth it after all. A flaccid black condom-like sheath hung from her crotch - her protection, her ticket to all the sex she could handle. She wasn't sure if it was the gel or her own juices, but she felt more than ready for it to be pushed in already.

"The rest will go quicker - arms, please" the mistress instructed, and Gloria tried to ignore the momentary discomfort as she managed to twist her arms enough to slip into the waiting holes. The elasticity quickly pulled the costume up, and Gloria gasped as it only barely squeezed over her breasts, the shapely form finally stretching around her chest and shoulders - with each movement, it seemed to hug her curves tighter. She regretted having her hands already locked in the front paws of the costume, preventing her from properly sampling her smooth second skin; clumsily rubbing the almost comical paw pads across the rubber registered as little more than a tickle.

"Now, use your arms for support while I make sure your cunt hole is fitted". Finally it'd happen... the mistress produced a white phallic rod, wasting no time using it to push the sheath deep inside of her. As soon as it was entirely in, just as Gloria expected it to be pulled back out, the rod instead rumbled to life with a strong vibration, and Gloria blushed as she heard herself moan - why did it feel so damn good? Just how aroused had she been before this? "It'll just take a minute, try to stay still" the mistress instructed, but that was easier said than done.

Unable to escape the intense delights the object was causing, Gloria felt her legs turn to jello, her breath in between her moans ragged and shallow, her hips instinctively humping into the invader... Her instincts screamed at her to give in, to accept her white plastic lover and succumb to the pleasure; her arms trembled on the hand rest, her knees buckling as she could no longer support herself. Perhaps she had already given in... awaiting her orgasm that seemed so close already, yet the tool inside her started to slow down as her pleasure built, until with one swift motion, the tool was pulled from her vagina, its loud buzzing silenced by the flick of a switch, and Gloria collapsed on the floor, her paw covertly yet uselessly trying to finish the job the device had started.

"Are you ready to get fucked now, my kitten?" the mistress smiled as Gloria's panting subsided, only slowly regaining her senses after her near-climax, and Gloria hungrily nodded; she needed it, needed to be fucked hard; she could see the rubber lining of her pussy now, mimicking the contours of her privates with surprising accuracy, a snug and safe fuckhole that she couldn't wait to get filled.

"Two more things... first, let's make sure nobody can recognize those beautiful moans of yours". Gloria weakly offered her neck for a collar the mistress produced - part of the costume no doubt, but it seemed to double as one of the voice-changing chokers she had seen on the other dolls. It clung tightly around her neck, though not uncomfortably so; it even came with a clear bell that seemed to chime with even the slightest movement. "Is that too tight?" the mistress asked, and she had meant to say 'no'. Instead, a soft synthesized mewl came out, her own voice nullified by whatever device was pressing against her throat. "Then all we need to do is fit your mask. Close your eyes". Her 'okay' came out as another mewl, accompanied by the chime of her collar bell, and she blushed - it felt so stupid to make sounds like that, but she really couldn't help it anymore - at least it would be impossible for someone to recognize her voice tonight.

Everything went dark for a moment as her hood was fitted - she could feel her hair being pulled through the back, the inside of the material apparently prepared with more of the bio-gel as the liquid coolness on her face soon turned to a burning itch, then soothed to a warm glow. The mask wasn't as supple as the rest of the costume; her mouth would barely open - how was she supposed to talk with this thing on?

"Meowww?" she started, cringing in embarrassment as she realized she couldn't even ask that with the collar active of course... it was all in the name of privacy and anonymity, that was the choice she made, and she really was too horny to care any longer. "Now open your eyes" the mistress instructed, her voice sounding strangely warped, as if coming from a tiny echoing speaker rather than next to her. Her world was a green blur, an effect of the colored lenses that were apparently a feature of the hood. Faraway objects had become vague, distorted shapes, and she wasn't even able to recognize the woman standing right next to her, her perspective as warped as her hearing - part of the privacy arrangement of course, but it made her feel strangely disorientated.

"That kitty mask looks so cute on you... such a pretty fuckdoll you've become" the woman echoed in her mask, and Gloria felt a short tug on her collar as a leash of sorts was attached. "Follow" the mistress commanded, and the tug became more pronounced as the silhouette in front of her walked off, pulling her along. "Meoww..." she tried to apologize as she took her first steps, her head spinning as she tried to walk upright - the suit's boots weren't accommodating that at all. Perhaps it was her anxiety that was making her so dizzy - after slumping down twice, the pull on her leash forced her to crawl after the woman, despite her mewling for attention. "Yes yes, I know you can't wait to get a dick in your cunt - don't worry, I'm sure you'll get fucked plenty tonight my little pussycat".

She shook her head, trying to indicate what her problem was, but only the chime of the bell came out, along with the automated, unintelligible meowing of a cat, and it did little to slow the woman's pace. Crawling along the floor, Gloria wasn't even able to tell where they were going - her disorientation combined with her inability to communicate was actually starting to frighten her somewhat. But with every inch she crawled she could feel the plug squirming in her ass, dragging her long rubber tail behind her, and soon all she could think of was the emptiness of her pussy. Finally they seemed to have arrived at whatever destination the woman intended - if it was the doll lounge, Gloria certainly couldn't recognize it anymore, let alone anyone in the crowd surrounding her.

Chapter 3: Kitten In Heat

"Everyone... we have a new doll available tonight! For all you boys and girls who always wanted a pussy pet, this one will see to all your needs... the little animal loves to get fucked from behind... enjoy her, but don't hog her leash..." Did she say girls? She explicitly said 'no women' - first the anal plug, now this... but before she could even finish her thought, she was pulled to the side, presumably still by the mistress - would it even matter, men or women, would she even be able to tell inside this rubber? Despite the crowd, her tight hood made it strangely quiet around her, the mixed moans and grunts practically muted, but it had to mean the party had already started - she imagined the dolls lying there, the clients having their way with them to mutual pleasure - she wanted that now, wanted her share of the fucking, her teasing near-orgasm at the hands of the mistress' vibrating tool having left her incredibly sensitive and unfulfilled.

She looked up at the blurred faces, mewled, scurried around and stuck her ass up in the air - she felt more than embarrassed acting like that, but at least it had to be clear what she wanted now. Were they laughing, or was that just more moans? A loud mewl escaped her as she suddenly felt a pull on her butt plug - someone was yanking her tail, but before she could protest strong hands gripped her hips, finally announcing her first lover for the evening, and she welcomed his aggressive style - any moment now, his cock would penetrate her deeply...

And it certainly did; she could sense the member enter her pussy, thrusting in and out with lubricated ease. But strangely enough, she could only barely feel it - the thick rubber dulled the sensation to a quiet itch, her vagina desperately squeezing down on the black sheath, to very little effect. She was getting fucked, roughly even judging by the rocking motion, but aside her excitement and need, the stimulation was simply not present. Just her luck - her first fuck of the evening, and the guy had a small penis or something... Still firmly in the man's grip, she had no choice but to endure the copulation, doing her best to fantasize about her role - she was just a horny animal, an alley cat in heat, getting mated by an unknown man...

She bit her lip inside the mask, her aching need growing with each deviant thought, yet feeling more and more unfulfilled by her first lover - she was thankful when she heard the man's muffled groan, though as he pulled out, she blushed as she realized she couldn't even tell if he actually ejaculated inside her or not. At least she could start to enjoy herself now... it didn't take long for her next lover to present himself, and feeling very safe at least in her thick black rubber outfit, she had little reservations about grinding her behind into his crotch, announcing her primal desires with the crudest of body-language: this pussy was aching for a big cock.

But her second lover was as disappointing as her first - she could feel herself get filled yet felt little pleasure from it, soon just going through the motions with the man ploughing into her. Rocking back and forth, she wondered what was going on - she didn't sign up for one-sided fornication like this, and her enthusiasm was cooling as her frustration mounted. Even trying to help herself along with her mittened hand didn't do a thing - the padded rubber was too soft, her smothered clit barely registering her frantic rubbing.

There was little she could do - again she impatiently waited for the man to finish, feeling every bit the 'doll' the mistress had made her out to be; his grasp tightened as he approached his peak, and as he finally pulled out, she squinted her eyes behind her green-hued lenses. Though she couldn't really feel it, she could see it well enough - the man's sperm was simply leaking out of her rubber-lined pussy; the man had had his pleasure, had finished as if her needs didn't even matter - this had to be what a blow-up doll felt each time it was used.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she crawled around, approaching the silhouette of her recovering lover, and nuzzled his crotch to confirm her suspicions. But either the warped perspective of her mask was playing tricks on her, or... the man was definitely generously endowed. That penis couldn't have just been inside her; she wasn't even sure she could take that size without considerable discomfort. What was going on?

Again someone pulled her in, but Gloria had enough for now - she dizzily pulled free, crawling away towards the wall, glad to find the hint understood as she was left alone for a moment. Sitting up on her knees she traced her body with her paws, pressing as hard as she could, and finally understood what was going on: the rubber skin around her, while keeping her absolutely safe, was too thick for pleasure. Rubbing her breasts, she bit her lip in frustration as she could only barely feel it - how was she supposed to enjoy herself like this?

"What's wrong, pussycat?" she suddenly heard the tiny speakers in her mask echo. "Meow...!" she answered, clasping her muzzled mouth as she remembered she couldn't even talk; she started gesturing towards it, hoping the woman would remove her mask for a moment so she could explain herself. "Why aren't you out there getting fucked? I don't want to see one of my dolls being lazy... go present yourself like the kitty slut you are". Gloria gnashed her teeth in the mask, her frustration getting the better of her - who did this woman think she was talking to her like that? She was done - she wasn't going to crawl around here for the rest of the evening idly hoping she'd find some way to enjoy herself. Now if only she could think of a way to communicate that through her pathetic mewling... her only choice would be to leave the room, return to the private area so the woman could help her out of the costume again.

"I guess we'll have to give you a little encouragement..." she heard the mistress' persistent whisper echo inside her mask, and before she could crawl off, there was a sharp tug on her leash. "Meow!!" she protested, trying to pull away, but the hold on her leash was firm; a moment later, she felt a trace of a hand on her back, stroking down to her butt. A strange thing happened; there was a buzz inside of her all of a sudden. No, more specifically... she gasped as she realized it was her tail plug that was buzzing; the hand stroked her back again, and now she could definitely feel it - the phallic protrusion the mistress forced deep into her ass was vibrating stronger with each stroke. Just how many other tricks were in this costume?

"I think our kitty is in heat... listen to her purr" the mistress giggled; after some more strokes, she realized what the woman meant as she heard a distinct rumble from her collar - whatever the suit was doing, it was matching a fake purring sound to it. Obviously the vibrating butt plug was supposed to be sexually stimulating, but though strangely pleasant, the feeling was too weird to her still, and part of her was furious the mistress insisted on including something like this when she specifically indicated she didn't want to try anal - this had nothing to do with safety, her wishes simply weren't honored.

Feeling the grip on her leash loosen, she angrily crawled off, her tail dragging behind her, trying her best to make sense of where she was going - all she could see was legs and some occasional furniture she managed to bump into. But with each step she crawled, the now strongly vibrating tail plug wriggled inside of her ass, the sensation that was making her more and more sensitive there... it certainly succeeded at making her wet pussy feel that much more empty. Someone reached down to pet her, and she realized she actually welcomed the stronger buzzing, arching her back into the caress as the dissipating vibrations slowly returned to full force. Just what was going on with her?

She sighed warmly - it was frustratingly clear what was going on. She was more aroused than she ever was and sought stimulation - any stimulation - that could help her cum. And if it had to happen from a vibrating tail plug, well... She surrendered, rubbing up against the legs around her like only a depraved, horny pussycat would, mewling up at the faceless crowd for attention. Hands, touching her... squeezing her breasts and ass, though she could only barely feel it, some stroking her long hair and back like she hoped; the vibrator buzzed continually now, but still it only served as a reminder of what she really needed.

For the second time that evening, Gloria sank through her arms, pushing her ass up in the air, presenting her slick rubber pussy to those around her, her incessant purring and meowing leaving no doubt about what she wanted. The
crowd was eager to please. Lover after lover fucked her from behind, some stroking her back as they used her, her bell chiming with each stroke. Was this what a sex toy felt as it was used? The feeling of being little more than a cum receptacle, a willing and warm masturbation tool to be used for one-sided pleasure, then abandoned again... She didn't care anymore, her fevered craving for her orgasm solely driving her humiliating behavior now, her mind an erotic, confused haze as she slowly lost count of how many lovers she serviced, focusing all her thoughts on that burning desire to finally, finally cum, but...

Tired and worn out, driven to the brink of sanity with arousal, Gloria finally felt herself being pulled along again, and weakly managed to crawl after the person holding her leash - another lover? The mistress? It had to be her... the light around her was changing - she was leading her out of the room; was the night over? Part of her actually wanted to go back, wanted to get fucked more in a desperate attempt to find her orgasm, but she knew she lacked the strength to challenge the pull on her leash. And as her mind cleared a little as all the stimulation subsided, a new hope dawned on her - if the night was over, she'd be getting out of the infernal costume soon, and she'd finally be able to cum...

"Awww, pussy didn't cream tonight?" the mistress laughed as she started taking off the heavy mask; the moment it came off, Gloria tiredly shook her head, blinking as she adjusted to the brighter light; they seemed to be in a fully furnished bedroom of sorts. "Don't worry, you can try again tomorrow". Gloria looked up at the woman's grin in surprise - what did she mean by 'tomorrow'? "Meow...!" she exclaimed, then tried to pull off the stupid collar, but frustratingly her soft rubber paws were absolutely useless to her. She had decided hours ago not to return here - all night long she had been encased in the thick rubber, teasing her and teasing her with the slightest stimulation, but never letting her feel enough to orgasm - every minute left in the costume was one too many at this point. She angrily shook her head again to indicate her intentions, blushing as she heard her collar bell's clear chime.

"I see... my little pussycat wants to go home, doesn't she?" the woman mocked, and Gloria nodded, torn between aggravation and relief her ordeal would finally be over. "Well, wanna know a funny secret? I'm not gonna let you out of your suit... you're going to be really profitable to my club as one of my lovely rubber dolls and get fucked like a good little whore every night..." A cold wave of dread rippled over her. Was this supposed to be funny? Surely she wasn't intending to keep her here in the Velvet Mask like some sort of... slave?

Chapter 4: Slave Of Desire

But the mocking smile of the woman remained unchanged. As her dread slowly set in, Gloria clawed at the rest of her costume more frantically now, rolling across the floor with her panicked effort. This couldn't be happening; she trusted the mistress with her anonymity, had made so sure nobody could know she was here... yet there was no way for her to get out of the suit on her own, and the mistress showed no effort to help; if she went missing, who would be able to find her?! "You can't take your costume off you silly cunt. Don't worry, the bio-gel will make sure you can wear it for months and months without a problem - I take good care of my rubber darlings. All you need is a little protein paste you can lap up from your kitty bowl in the morning and you'll be just fine". "Meow! MEOWWW!!" Gloria mewled, her trembling paws slumping at her side as she realized the woman was serious - she was actually intending to leave her stuck inside her rubber prison.

"Aww, is my pussycat upset? I told you we could lie all we want earlier tonight, didn't I? I certainly did a lot of lying... or maybe you're just unhappy you couldn't even cum tonight?" If only those mittens had claws on them, she'd show this 'mistress' just how she felt about her... "That rubber is just so thick, isn't it? Can barely feel anything in your cunt or clitty... makes cumming so difficult, doesn't it?" Crouching down, the woman took her leash again, roughly pulling her closer. "But you're still going to do your best and try every night like a good little slave doll, aren't you? Show me how you will beg for their cock, pussycat".

The mistress was petting her shivering body, sending new life into her tail plug, and she felt her treacherous arousal grow again; a translated moan escaped from her lips as a soft mewl, but she managed to shake her head; she had to resist, couldn't give in to this madness... "I'm not so sure, slut... see, I know what you need... and lemme tell you, I'm the only one who can give it to you. But I don't let my dolls cum unless they've earned it... now you can be stubborn like that anal barbie sissy I introduced you to earlier - I said she enjoys herself each night, but I really wouldn't know you see, everything she says and screams comes out as soft girly moans anyway. She hasn't cum in three months... can you imagine how blue her balls must be? You sure you wanna risk ending up like that, pussycat?"

Three months...?! This woman was planning to keep her in this costume for three whole months? And she'd keep her on edge like this, all the time... just like all the other dolls she saw - now she understood their desperate moaning, their eagerness for her touch... "Are you going to show your mistress how happy you are to be her new rubber slave doll or what, hmm?" Feeling like she did, Gloria was sure she'd go insane within days, driven mad by her own desire... this woman was doing that to her, was making her feel this way, then denied her the relief she needed so badly... but she knew she couldn't handle it; she'd do anything to be allowed her release...

The shrill laughter of the mistress infuriating her as Gloria crawled forward with a deep blush, she mewed softly as she rubbed her body against the long nylon stockings at her side. "Mmm... you're going to be a really popular pussy doll. But all you care about is cumming right now, isn't it? You'll just do anything for that, won't you?" Weakly, Gloria nodded, quickly nuzzling the mistress' leg again, her pussy throbbing around its rubber shaft. She didn't want to be so intimate with another woman, didn't want to beg at her feet for release, didn't want to act like a horny pussycat just to satisfy the mistress' cruel mood, but she just wanted to cum so bad...

"Hmm, you look so sexy when you do that... if I were a man, I'd definitely want to plunge my cock deep into your rubber fuckhole... and you wouldn't mind one bit, you little slut. Not with a man... but you said you don't like other women... see, I don't mind that at all. Because I love breaking stuck up girls like you. Believe me, no matter how straight you think you are, sooner or later you're going to be licking my muff like a good little cuntlapping dyke, like it or not, because if you don't..." The woman laughed on her way over to her bed, spreading her legs wide as she sat down; she knew she didn't need to finish her threat. A quick pat signaled her instructions, forced the decision she'd been dreading.

Chastity... or utter humiliation.

As she crawled forward again, Gloria felt more ashamed than ever. She wasn't a lesbian, yet she was letting this woman guide her closer to the warm, musky scent of her crotch. This woman controlled her... totally dominated her simply by denying her that which she craved so badly. Swallowing away her distaste, Gloria gave in, knowing she'd do anything hoping for her reward, even... this. She nuzzled the woman's thighs, a first trembling kiss landing on the woman's warm skin. She forced herself to continue, pressing her shivering tongue against the silk texture of the woman's panty-clad vagina. She felt so low, so servile; the woman was treating her like a pathetic slave that would do anything for her mistress, and... she was letting her do it, wasn't resisting anymore.

Two work appointments and lunch with her friend Julie tomorrow, along with a couple of important client calls... instead, there she was, dressed up as a rubber cat, on hands and knees, a tail plug softly buzzing in her ass, clumsily taking her first steps as... a cuntlapper, the woman had called her, and it seemed appropriate for how she felt. What was worse, she knew that tomorrow, she'd have to let all those men fuck her again, let them pump their seed into her rubber cunt until it would overflow with their sperm... and the mistress would make sure she'd be mewing and purring hornily without any relief in sight.

"Mmmm... I've been waiting for this all night... ahh..." Her own vagina pulsed with desperate need as her tongue lapped along the length of the musky slit, grazed against the woman's clit again and again; the mistress pulled her head in closer, grabbing her by her rubber kitty ears, and smothered by the woman's crotch, she was forced to endure the full taste of the woman's juices, the verbal teasing moans and groans as the mistress neared her peak. But for all her misgivings, she could only think about how important it was for the mistress to cum... if the woman didn't cum, she'd never get a chance herself...

"O-oh god, y-you're a perfect pussy pet" the woman gasped, her thighs spasming around her face, trying to withhold her disgust as the woman's juices spilled all over her. Was it enough? Did she satisfy her tormentor? "Mmmmmmm... you sure changed your mind quickly, you shameless little cunt. Can't even get off from fucking a couple dozen men, but so desperate to lick my pussy... what's a woman to think?" Gloria blushed, the woman's mocking words adding to her shame, but she could only hope it had been enough. She'd let the woman reduce her to a horny lesbian kitty slave if necessary, she just needed to cum so bad, everything else was secondary.

"Meow?" Gloria whimpered as the woman rose, following along and rubbing herself against the woman's leg in the most sexy feline fashion she could muster. "Meow? Meow?" she mewled from the floor, praying the mistress wouldn't just neglect her needs, and when she saw the woman lift the thick white vibrator from a drawer, her legs almost gave in with desire. "Meowwww...!" she whined, scurrying around and offering her rubberized cunt up towards the mistress. Please, if only she'd fuck her pussy with that thing...

"Awww... you're begging so nicely..." the mistress cooed, her breath still shallow, and Gloria meowed in confirmation as she felt her back stroked again, the dull humming in her ass swiftly intensifying; she could feel herself squeezing down on the intrusion, her body finally welcoming the pleasure it offered. But it was her pussy that was most desperate for stimulation, and even with her tail plug at full strength, her collar faking a loud yet convincing purring noise, she couldn't take her eyes off the thick white vibrator the mistress held above her. "Mmm... just not enough, is it? And you know that with every minute, it'll get weaker again... You'll need a little help, and I think you can figure it out on your own..."

Confused, Gloria crawled forward after a swift gesture from the mistress. They arrived at a socket in the wall, and without any further explanation, the woman inserted the base of the vibrator into the socket hole, the dick-shaped monster protruding invitingly. Gloria's face was red with shame and arousal as she eagerly scurried around to line up her backside with the tool, the mistress giggling above her as she activated the device behind her with a flick of the switch, its relentless, angry vibration filling her with both fear and excitement as she cautiously backed up into it.

There it was. A mewl escaped her as the rubber lips of her vagina touched against its buzzing tip, her hyper-sensitive pussy reacting immediately to the muffled but discernable sensations. "You realize that toy will try to stop you from cumming... so you're going to have to fuck it very, very hard while I get my camera to record your pathetic efforts, can you do that, pussycat?" She nodded feverishly, biting her lip in humiliating pleasure as the white shaft surprisingly filled her rubber cunt all the way to its depth; the actual words barely registered with Gloria, too busy keeping her rhythm, the toy soon slurping in and out of her with each stroke.

Accompanied by strong purring, her collar wouldn't stop mewing now - she had to be moaning like a whore, but her mind was ablaze with confused arousal as the pleasure in her body was finally starting to mount. "There we go... let's see, today is the... sixth of September..." Rocking back and forth, Gloria shamefully looked away from the glint of the camera, instead focusing all her thoughts on her single, all-important desire; this was her only chance. If she didn't give this her everything, her tail would stop buzzing, and... she couldn't even imagine how frustrated she'd be. "This woman is called Gloria Parena, associate at Belbridge and Thompson, aged twenty-five..." Only that was enough to startle Gloria from her rhythm.

Her name.

It wasn't so much the shock that this woman, this stranger knew her name... "And for the next... mmm, year or so, Gloria is going to spend her days as a rubber fuckdoll in the Velvet Mask".

No, hearing her name reminded her that it was supposedly Gloria Parena, a successful lawyer, a strong, independent woman, who was here, on all fours, fucking a wall-mounted vibrator with abandon in fear of not cumming within the time limit... "Gloria asked to be dressed up and treated like a horny animal, so I put the filthy perv in a sexy kitty costume that she seems to like a lot".

That it was her, Gloria, who let herself get put into a thick rubber cat costume... with soft black padded paws, and a mask that even gave her a distinct muzzle and cat ears... "As you can see, she's very excited about her new life, the slut got fucked all night long and still begged for more cock to fill her cum-drenched cunt".

With a long rubber tail, attached to a thick butt plug lodged deep into her ass, sparking strange pleasures in her whenever she was petted... that wouldn't even stop fucking the toy on the wall when learning that the anonymity she worked so hard to keep meant absolutely nothing to this cruel woman... "Just look at the shameful thing... vibes in her cunt and ass, drooling from her effort... I guess Gloria really is just a horny animal".

That couldn't be Gloria... Gloria wouldn't be mewing again and again like this. Her tail slapping against the wall with each stroke, the white shaft squishing in and out of her thoroughly used hole... Gloria was a well-behaved woman; intelligent, dedicated, hard-working; she'd never lose herself like this. "I think I'll let her sleep in my bed tonight... poor kittycat must be so tired after all that sex".

An animal, driven only by base lusts. A pervert with a fetish for animal play... obedient sex slave to another woman, trying to satisfy herself by humping a wall while a stranger looked on... that wasn't Gloria. It was someone else. "I think I'll call her Kitty".

"Meow!" A faint, delirious smile appeared on Kitty's face as she heard her name, her uninterrupted mews the only audible testament to the point she was crossing. "Meow!" She braced herself, trembling on her rubber cat paws as it started; all the built-up tension, all the sexual energy and frustrations she had suffered tonight, no, over the past years, came together at long last. "Meow!" She felt numb, the dull vibration in her cunt and stronger buzzing in her ass the only things she could really focus on, until an impossibly warm glow spread over her, her body shuddering as it gave in to her glorious, glorious orgasm.

"MEOWWWWW!!" Wave after wave of raw pleasure swept over her, carried her away, her body ungallantly slumping to the floor in a quivering heap, the white dildo slipping out with a wet slurp. Her entire body was feeling it. The mewing ceased, but the pleasure lasted, spreading out to every inch of her body, the overwhelming delight robbing her of all notion of time. Someone was stroking her hair. And as her pulsing body slowly calmed, her dread returned as she realized that person was now, truly...

her Mistress.

End