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Rapping her fingers on the desk idly, Sabrina was glaring at her computer clock with each passing minute just crawling by. It was 4:56, and she wanted to go home! All the next few houses to be put up for sale already had the pictures taken and touched up, but there simply wasn't enough time to start processing any one house. 4:57, this day was so close, yet so far to an end - Chewing on her pen, adjusting her relatively conservative pencil skirt, checking that her email inbox was indeed empty, and right back to the clock - 4:58. Sighing out loud, Sabrina rolled her chair back from the desk, and stood up, pulling out her desk key and shutting all the drawers. "Finally.." she muttered to herself, locking down the desk, and shutting down her computer - Sabrina heard some heavy footsteps coming towards her office, and sighed loudly, "Oh come ON Roger, I'm going home!" It was most certainly her boss. "I know, I know, but this one is easy, and I'll make it worth your while! It's no more than fifteen minutes past your house, just snap some pictures, and send them to me. It'll only take an hour tops, just move some stuff around, and I'll throw in an extra five-percent." Sabrina perked up a little more, her long blond locks tossing to and fro; that was a pretty hefty number to throw in just for some pictures. Sabrina may have been blond, but she was one of the top salespeople in her county "Alright, I'll bite - What's so special about this house?" Roger shook his head a bit, "Not sure exactly, it's a smaller-sized mansion pushed back from the highway. Try to get there before sundown, the ye-olde lighting may not take great pictures." She liked her boss a lot, and knew this would mean a lot to him if she did it, but it was a Friday! She hated working extra on Fridays, even at the prospect of a large percentage. "Well I'll take as many as I can, and finish up in the morning. I'll get the pictures to you before Monday, deal?" Roger gave a few nods, "Alright fine, it's a pretty big place I guess, but we NEED to get it on the market by Monday." That's why she loved him - Flexible, smart, and an all-around good guy. Dropping her crossed arms, letting her 36D breasts hang freely once more, and shuffling back to the other end of her office.

Roger walked off, and Sabrina picked up her work camera from a cabinet drawer - She still used a 35mm; nobody could beat the clarity or colours of the pictures she took, and with more advanced film, she could take even low-light pictures. Clicking out of her office, and past her boss's office, she let out, "See ya Roger!" without stopping, but heard his reply shouted out, "Later on!" Taking the clipboard Roger had hung outside his office that had all the details and off she went! Hopping in her convertible, placing her camera carefully in the passenger seat, and zoomed off towards home - There was one main highway that lead almost straight to her home, and apparently, to this nearby mansion.

As her bossed promised, it was fairly set back from the road, but still visible when you drove by. Turning into the driveway carefully, past a rather towering gated entrance - Two large pillars on either side, and manual shut wrought-iron gates to seal the perimeter. "Pretty fancy, well kept." Sabrina mumbled to herself, gliding and parking just in front of the house by the door - Nobody was home, but plenty of various pods around to load boxes into for shipping. "Good, hopefully they moved most of the stuff out-" Hanging the camera around her neck, and taking up the clipboard once again - The key was attached on a long keyring to it, so it would be very hard to lose. The double-doors were at least ten feet tall, and made of some solid looking wood, but once the key passed through, they opened like a dream. Hitting a few switches, and the entrance room lit up! A brilliant chandelier highlighted a beautiful stairwell passing up one side and curving around the wall of the room, crossing across the back of the room; leading to bedrooms she presumed. Immediately Sabrina began finding the perfect sale shots; purposefully walking around the room with several rolls of film, and sparingly using her photo-flash, because of how bright the ante-room was. Humming as she worked, Sabrina made her way around and around, passing through the multiple rooms in an arc fashion. Most of the rooms were only simply furnished; some chairs, tables, and generic looking artwork - It lead Sabrina to believe it was already re-furnished for those who might be coming in, or for those who were going to look around. The theme flowed well, even though no one room looked all that much like another. Passing through the kitchen, and the dining room, taking more detailed pictures that she knew would be needed - Plus a dramatic corner picture of the twenty-six-seater table in the extended dining room. The double back door looked out over a nice, calm wooded area that was cleared back far from the house. "Oh that is just perfect."

She spent three rolls by the time she got upstairs, finding more of the same, but these rooms hadn't been unpacked yet - Many boxes plagued every room, but there was one large room that was still completely untouched. It was more than the size of two average sized rooms together, and the walls were adorned with more beautiful artwork. The nightstand was a darkly-tinted oak piece, and the bed was king-size, with matching oak wood. Surprisingly, the sheets were not made at all, and some female clothes were still left there - Curiously, Sabrina made her way over, and saw a typical morning scene. Whomever she was, must've tossed off her sheets, stripped nude, and gone to take a shower...Except there was no towel, and the pajamas were latex. 'Wait, these aren't pajamas.' Sabrina thought to herself, there was a lingering scent of rubber, and talcum powder - What she found was a catsuit, laid out like it was simply tossed there. There was a can of talcum on the other bed-side nightstand, and upon a more careful inspection - The sheets and pillows were latex too! There was a silk-mesh screen that went from bed-post to bed-post that had dulled the sheen of the latex, but she stood on an open side, and could see clearly this was a very fetishy bed - With a fetishy pajama, more of a catsuit, to go with it. 'Well he did hint that this place was special, but this really wasn't what I had in mind - Maybe a murder, or something creepy, but this?' Sabrina shook her head as she thought, her attention was stolen from the catsuit she had picked up and let slip through her fingers - 'There must be more' - Turning to the closet and unabashedly started to rifle through it. Sliding hanger after hanger: catsuit, gloves and stockings, hood, catsuit, gloves and stockings, hood - All perfectly lined up one after another. After six coloured catsuits, she started going through specialty sets - A bit cliché, but she didn't care. French maid, cheer leader, school girl, flight attendant, waitress, and so forth.

"Damn." She said out loud, if her clothes were expensive, than these must've been outrageous! And there was at least a weeks worth of just different coloured catsuits alone! Not to mention the kinkier clothes that filled the closet almost completely. There was a big, long trunk in the bottom that was unlocked, but of a beige colour - It struck her as odd , once moving all the clothes and accessories out of the way, she dragged it out of the closet. Sabrina normally didn't snoop, but this place was simply begging for further inspection, and with a quick fling onto the bed, the case top popped open and display the wears inside. Moving up to the side of the bed, luckily the colour's contrasted well, because she couldn't believe her eyes...in fact, she couldn't hardly tell what she was looking at! "What.." picking up a few pieces and looking them over - It appeared to be an arm and a lower leg? The material was a very stiff rubber, but a pale flesh colour, and what actually felt like skin - Noticeably smoother than real skin, but the texture, visibly, was divine and quite accurate. Putting those pieces aside, she pulled out more and more - Soon a complete 'shell' of a human body was laid out on the bed, the torso was a lot thinner than what the body proportion would've allowed for though, and the chest was quite large for such a waspy waist - The whole head piece though seemed fairly average, aside from being a bit heavier than the rest of the pieces, and that classic 'surprised' look on the rubber piece. "This...This is weird...It's like a mannequin, but without.." holding up the head piece, "..The mannequin." Looking at the outfits, then at the kinky bed, and then at the hollow 'mannequin', "Does..." What's the first thing to do with a human-shaped hood? Try it on! Pulling her hair back and pulling the human hood over her head - It was easy enough to slide on, but her hair would remain matted down for the time being. Feeling weird portions of rubber pushing on her mouth and lips, keeping her from pulling the hood on proper, she opened her mouth and embraced the padded rubber ring gag that would keep her mouth open so that the rest of the hood would pull on flush with her head. The eyes lined up pretty darn well, leaving barely any visible lining of the hood in her vision, and the nose was a little big, but didn't hinder the airflow. Her ears were somewhat dampened though, there were false ears on the outside, and on the inside, they were actually padded to block sound! The hood having an extended neck that draped over her shoulders was a little weird, and it was tighter around the throat than she would've hoped for, but judging by the chest piece, it was simply a barrier to avoid chafing .

"Gnaaah...ah....haah." Definitely not able to make words! She was really starting to enjoy herself too, and without a quick peek out to her car, she began to strip down to nothing so she could get the rest on. Taking the leg pieces first, being it'd be easier to work from bottom up - She tried pulling them on, but the rubber-on-skin caused too much friction. "Ow..." she looked around, and spotted a silver can of talcum powder sitting in the case. It didn't immediately hit her, but as the pieces fell into place, it struck her that coating herself in the powder would make her smooth - Which is exactly what she needed! So after using the nearly invisible plastic zipper to seal the hood onto her head and neck, she strayed off to the side and began to do the power-coating dance. It took awhile to coat herself in it, but after a quick look in a mirror, she was ghostly white and satisfied with the smoothness it brought with it.

Returning to the bed, she brought back the foot and leg pieces - They slipped on far easier now, and didn't chafe much at all - This whole process was relatively easy, the feet-booties pulled on and covered up past her ankle, the lower leg pieces slipped on with a bit of coaxing - They were rather tight, seemingly unworn possibly, and really clutched her calves. However the lower leg pieces extended a bit down past the ankle in the opposite direction, making it a bit difficult to rotate the ankle all the way, and once the tightly-clutching upper thigh pieces were on, they did the same with the knee - She couldn't bend her leg back further than a nearly perfect 45 degree angle, and even then, it took quite a bit of pressure to do so.

Hips...These she glossed over without much forethought, and now it was upon her. There were two firm, but flexible shafts sticking up on the inside - They were as long as any normal sized male penis, but the actual standing girth was no more than that of a finger, though there was plenty of material there for quite a lot of stretching - Lubing them up wasn't a problem, although she was only using her saliva. It was apparent these were sheathes to bury within her, so that the body would mimic a real woman, and upon turning the hip-piece over, she discovered a beautiful vagina with a quaint little butt hole. Both were just the right shade of flesh-tone, and positively hairless! Sabrina was actually a bit jealous that these mock-ups looked better than a real human body - Her, real human body. 'Oh well', she thought to herself, and lowered it down so she could step through it, like the stiffest and broadest pair of panties she's ever worn. Barely managing to slip them up past the thigh pieces, and pushing in the front sheath with little problem - Her excitement over this find had kept her quite aroused. Taking a deep breathe, she started forcing the heavily-spit-lubed rear sheath into her ass - She had tried anal once or twice, and this sheath was a cake walk compared to a real sized cock, plus it meant continuing on with her project!

Sabrina was now realizing that the upper leg pieces extended a bit into her hips too, and with the hip/waist piece clutching her lower body tightly, she realized this further minimized how far she could step. Upon looking down, she could also see that the lower half of her body was entirely mannequin now! It was so kinky, yet so wrong at the same time - It almost felt like wearing someone else's skin! The next piece was fairly large, it was a corset that would cover from under the bust, to just overlapping the hip piece - This is how all the pieces worked, by slightly overlapping one another. 'Oh man..' She was prepared for laces, but saw that it was buckles - buckles and ratchets! Those that she could work by herself with only slight difficulty. Opening it up and wrapping it around her body, she used the similar plastic zipper to loosely close it around her torso and adjust it into place. There were three broad and flat buckles, fairly thick too, because they were meant to crush inwards.

Taking the top one first, and ratching it tight...tighter...tighter...And damn! This was already making it harder to breathe! The second belt was easier, and squeezed her even tinier than the last; using the little back-and-forth ratchet (like that you would find on cargo straps), with the third in place and complete - She had lost several inches around the waist, and a good portion of her ability to breathe! Sabrina wasn't too sure how to loosen them, afraid they might pop out and hurt her if she tried, but wasn't too worried about it as she took on the next chest piece. This piece was the largest; it covered from the naval, all the way up to the top of the neck.

The corset already stiffened up her torso to make it impossible to bend over, except at the waist, and this would further that significantly. Pushing and pulling it on her body, it took some grunting and force, but it squeezed her on just right. Perhaps she didn't crush the corset around her far enough, but she could deal with the uncomfortableness for now. With a painfully tedious and nearly-arm-breaking exercise, she managed to zip the tight upper torso piece on - The first thing she noticed was the neck wrapped her throat quite well, and was quite firm, leaving her mostly unable to turn her head more than a few degrees in either direction. Not just side to side, but up and down too, almost totally limited to whatever was directly in front of her. Her bust fit into the provided space quite well, there was noticeable slack, but that was relieved by more little ratchets that would tighten it all up to match the rest of the form-squeezing outfit. The neck had only a small regular belt-like buckle that Sabrina buckled fairly loosely, as it wasn't totally necessary.

Sitting down on the bed and pausing to take in this huge change of dress, as well as her deep spiral into some mad man's fetish dream. It was lost on her, that this was someone's - That somebody purchased this, and had it kept in pristine condition to use on a sexual whim. The whole suit, if one could call it such, felt 'right'. That this is what she might've been missing her whole life - Her true face hidden away from reality, and the embrace of anonymity under the guise of a real looking woman - Right down to the genitals.

The breather was soon over, and it didn't make her any more aware of what she was doing, nor more aware that this didn't belong to her. Taking up the arm pieces one by one, sliding on the upper arms until they popped over her shoulders - The stiffness making full rotation nearly impossible, and lifting her arms up past the height of her belly as well, was also incredibly hard. Combined with the lower arm pieces, her elbow joints were very stiff as well, and left her arms terribly stiff looking, because it took conscious effort to bend them naturally. The last pieces of the 'suit' were the gloves, which would make rotation and function of the wrist nearly nil, but also of each finger. She was left with the same grip and all, but it was a challenge to close her hand into a fist.

Standing up and strolling back to the mirror, she basked in her own...reflection? She couldn't call this herself, this wasn't Sabrina. This was...Gabrielle? No. Nicole. "Ah-coh.." she tried to pronounce her own new name - It didn't work, so she just ran her hands up and down her dressed-but-nude body. Moaning to herself, Sabrina was ecstatic with how she looked, and if her legs weren't so stiff, she'd do a twirl! This was like the most natural feeling in the world to her, and with the two small sheathes stirring around inside her holes, she was bubbling with energy and arousal.

Thanks to the inner-hood padding, Sabrina couldn't hear the footsteps approaching, and doubled with her complete focus upon herself, she didn't notice the person walking in. They stood off to the side, simply watching the now-moving mannequin as it went back into the closet and started holding up the outfits to it's body. The mirror was facing the opposite corner, and with nearly zero neck moving abilities, the stranger was positive they would go unnoticed. It was the typical over-indulged latex French Maid outfit that 'Nicole' had stopped on. If she was going kinky, she may as well dress the part proper too! Right?

"I think I can help you with that-" Said the man.

Stepping up quickly behind Nicole, and lifting her arms up before she could really show her surprise, there was a fairly distinct 'clicking' noise as her arms were lifted it up. Nicole would find she could no longer lower her arms, or raise them for that matter, but they could bend at the elbow slightly. "Perfect" said the stranger, who then ratched her legs into place which would keep her from trying to escape - As slow as it may have been. Nicole was freaking out, screaming for help and other nonsense into the mouthpiece that kept her effectively gagged, but not entirely mute. He pushed her down onto the bed, causing her stiff legs to rise up, exposing her sexual bits rather blandly. "We'll just cover that right up." He said cooly, putting the French Maid outfit back, and pulling out a tight looking nun outfit. It included the habit and everything - All in pitch black latex, with white highlights and undergarments, and a very unique habit. Step one was panties! They had a cute black cross right over the crotch. With her legs stuck upwards, he easily slid the white number over her feet and down her legs, then tugging them up so they actually covered her. Plus, embedding two inflatable plugs inside of the appropriate hole; they were relatively small, and short pump cables too, as well as a very nubby patch right where her clit sat with a curious little pouch in there too. Taking the time to apply a white latex garter belt, and matching stockings of the same material, both had black crosses mid-thigh. Her faux-skin already half-covered in latex.

"Now I know you already are wearing the corset - which is good." It meant he could put the corset of the outfit on and only loosely tighten it up, it was half-cup so that it'd thrust her realistic breasts up too. He straightened her arms out, pin her fingers into a flat shape, and would simply apply the white/black opera length gloves. It was bad enough she nearly had no use of her hands, but now they were pulled into tight little black rounded-triangular pouches that would assure they'd remain trapped in flat/slapping position - What covered her hand was black, but from the wrist up her arm was white. On the back of each hands were little white crosses for added flare. "Now this is the hard part." He sat her up, clicked her legs into a sitting position with her arms in her lap - She was whining, crying, calling out, and otherwise making a nuisance of herself, but utterly incapable of helping herself, or even calling for help. "Come on honey, it's me - Your husband? Why are you freaking out? You love this outfit!" This was a chilling shocker. Did her boss know that someone lived here? Or even visited? Nicole couldn't recall really reading up on this place, because it was going to be such an easy sell, and she would've made out with a ton of fetish gear on top of her commission! He murmured some sweet nothings as he began forcing the habit of her head. It was a hood, combined with a habit - So once he had it settled in place, her mouth was covered and held tightly shut by latex, and her nose fit well into a groove, her eyes had tiny pinholes to see through. Limiting her vision significantly. The habit was a few layers of loose latex sheets that resembled a black habit the best latex could.

The habit/hood continued down over her neck and spread over just the tops of her shoulders, insuring it wouldn't slip in any way, and providing a very nice way of blending in once he put the actual dress on. "Let me just.." he took a white scold gag and applied that over her lower face and partially of her neck. It was more for show than function, but would ultimately, and completely mute the trapped woman. Her struggles noted, and ignored by the hell-bent man. "Lets get you a bit more comfortable, just scream if it's too big-" he reached between her stuck legs and grabbed the vaginal bulb, beginning to squeeze the pump rapidly. Listening intently to her for that right pitch of squeal when it might be too big, not just the pleading whines, or moans of pleasure. Once he was assured the plug was large enough, he'd start the same on her anal plug. He got a good squeal out of her not too long after he started inflating it. "Perfect." He picked up the finishing touches of under-accessories before he'd put on the final outfit and outer accessories, two high heels. "I'll start you off with these ones, you're going to need to learn a whole new type of balance - My love." Speaking to her...Almost as if she were his wife! Clicking her legs so that they were presented for heel-application, and would do the tedious task of applying them - They were white, and the mid-calf type, with a few buckles to assure tightness and no-slippage, because of their 5 inch heel. A stumble could mean a sprained, twisted, or snapped ankle! Once he applied both, he stood her up and closed her legs, then straightened - "Now I'm going to release your legs, and I expect you to stand as still as possible. We've done this a million times, I know, but the dress is very long and hard to put on dear."

Grabbing the remote off the hook, along with the ankle-length sheath he called a dress, and turned up the little rolling wheel to medium, "There you go, does that help?" The plugs internals housed long-lasting batteries that fed energy to the clit-aimed nubs, and vaginal plug. She began to sway and rock her hips unexpectedly - Nicole was already incredibly horny from all this, despite being utterly frightened and scared for her life - Her bodies natural reaction to pleasure and all this latex was defying her will. "That's what I thought honey, you always loved those lil nubs." he chuckled a bit and lifted Nicole's arms up to begin stuff her through what looked like a very long sheath with two extending arm sheathes. The arms fed through with some difficulty, but Nicole had no plans on falling, and adding pain to all this pleasure and fear. The man grunted with some effort, sliding, stretching, and forcing the suit on - She could tell it was incredibly tight and form fitting, the fact he could stretch it far enough to get it over her body would've been amazing if she actually knew and loved this man.

Shaking her head still with what little movement she could perform, but it was too late, he had finally forced it until it cinched right down around her ankles. "One of your favourites, a hobble-dress disguised as a nun's outfit." He patted her well-stuffed ass and began to walk around her. Releasing her arms and legs completely from the ratchets, "Well? Move! Try it out!" Her arms and legs felt as loose as not wearing anything at all - The only problem was her ankles were pinned against one another, and her hands were stuck flat. Nicole began shuffling around in her rather ridiculous 5 inch heels, the dress not allowing her more than a few inches in stepping distance. Going for the door, of course.

"Oh no, no, now dear - That's not what I meant by 'try out'." He pushed her towards a mirror, letting her see what she could barely see through the multiple pinholes, and the shock truly hit her now. She was head to toe in black latex; her escape would literally take hours, not to mention stairs, and she wasn't even sure if she could handle doorhandles with her hands flattened out like that. Barely being able to see on top of that, the long long drive it took to get from the highway to the house, and the fact she couldn't talk, let alone scream! "Now that, is why I love your figure Diane." Diane? Her name wasn't Diane. It wasn't Nicole either, but like hell if she was going to be called Diane! Reaching out quickly behind her and trying to 'punch' him the best she could with her hand stuck karate-style. 'Diane' mumbled something utterly silent, and actually did hit him, "Dammit Diane, I did all this for you, and you don't even LIKE it?!" He aggressively began to add simple black metal wrist cuffs, and a basic collar that was more tight than loose, but not choking tight. He pulled on a almost totally hidden tab just under the butt cheeks, and began to slide it down a nearly invisible slot - This pulled away the butt portion of the sheath, revealing a little bit of skin, but mostly centered on her panty-clad behind. He normally would've gone for the thong underwear to do this, but he was unsatisfied with his 'wife's' reactions to all this, and would bend her over the bed - Shifting into the closet and returning with a very bouncy paddle. Turning it on her as he stepped to the side, and began to rapidly flick his wrist with quick arm jerks to begin slapping her tight ass. "Yeah, yeah, this is the deluxe outfit too Diane - You like it?" He slapped randomly across each cheek, aiming both under the butt to slap the cheeks upwards, and from the sides - The panties were bikini-style, so still fairly sexy, and had little ruffles around the hem and leg holes. The dress providing a great window to display her posterior

The man continued this for several minutes, before speaking up again, "Now, whore, do you accept and LOVE this outfit I bought you?" 'Diane' was not stupid, she was in tears, but not stupid. Frantically nodding her head 'yes', causing the habit to whip around a little, and drawing out a huffy sigh of relief from the man. "That's what I thought, Diane." Tossing the paddle back in, and pulling out something for himself. It was a cock and ball sheath, it would cover his entire package in a shiny - possibly latex material - that looked sturdier than a condom, and reusable when cleaned properly - Which he and his former wife would always do. "But, you aren't getting off that easy." Pushing her back down onto the bed, he reached in and deflated the anal plug before pulling the panties down under her ass-cheeks - Hooking the vibrator remote on Diane's collar before he started lubing up his cock/ball-sheath. "This isn't the one with the ring in it, don't worry - I know how much you love anal, so I'll make this quick" Which was a perplexing statement all it's own, but she knew what it meant, and proceeded to struggle a lot more. He pinned her down easily, and started grinding his black-coated sheath up between her ass-cheeks, "come on now, I have to get to work, and I don't want to lock you in place - It's not very exciting." When Diane refused to quit struggling, he proceeded to jam his latex-coated shaft up against her exposed and slightly-loosened pucker, that usually calmed her down.

"Ooh, tight today, aren't we...I have to remember to beat your ass every time I go for it.." His hands went to her hips, digging into the latex as he began to pull her onto his cock again and again at a ravaging pace. "Ohh fuck, Diane!" he groaned out, rocking his hips forward into each buck in combination of pulling his 'wife' back into his crotch - Utterly stuffing her anus again and again with his long, hard shaft. It wasn't as thick as the plug, but longer by a few inches, so he could really reach deep inside of her. His balls gently slapping against her untouched butt cheeks, showing no sign of abuse, nor sweat from all the heavy amount of latex and second-skin coating. His pleasurable ride would continue on a lot longer than 'Diane' would've hoped for, and the man was very audible about his work. Throwing down comments like, "Clench harder, whore." And, "nng, uhn, f-fuck yes.." Diane was utterly silent, the three gags rendered her like this, and left her stuck playing a game of charades with a complete stranger who was relentlessly pumping her asshole. She wasn't an anal virgin, but this man was used to a wife that was used to anal, and 'Diane' was nowhere near as 'experienced' as she thought his real wife might've been.

Diane had flailed and struggled in silence the whole time, feeling him finally slow down and pull out - He had pulled back the sheath to reveal the head of his cock and began to spray his load all over her ass-cheeks, in her panties a bit, and over her back. Panting and groaning as his load finally came to a finish, he slid the sheath into the crotch of the panties, "Keep that nice and warm for daddy, 'til he gets back." He muttered and flopped onto the bed to take a breather - This was the first time she could actually see him well enough. Diane didn't know him, Nicole didn't either, and Sabrina especially didn't - The man must've been a loner, despite a wife and riches, because Sabrina was very knowledgeable of the county they lived in. Diane stood up as quick as she could, struggling to find her balance, but used a bed post as she began to shuffle as quick as she could towards the door. "Oh come on Diane...I'll rock your world tonight, I promise!" He got up slowly and walked over to her casually, guiding her forcefully to the bed. Slipping the plug back into her anus, sliding the panties back up to trap the slightly cum-laden sheath between her legs, and finally sliding the hidden panel back up to cover her precious behind. "I get off work early, and I'll come straight home. I'm afraid I don't have time to get you out of that-" reaching to her hands and using a plastic zipper, similar to the hidden ass-panel, it'd free her hands from the stiff flat position. "You know what to do though."

The man stood up, zipped himself up, and headed towards the door, turning back to her. "I -promise-, I will make it up to you tonight." Diane looked up at the man once more, trying to get a final good look before he turned and left. It was impossible to see all the fine details through the pinholes. Slowly she got back up from the bed, trying to lean down, and realized she couldn't reach the heels like this. Cursing into the multi-layered gags, she unbuckled the collar, released the wrist cuffs, and began to grip the outfit with her mutli-layered thumbs, straining very hard upwards and realizing she couldn't pull it off like this. She would turn it around and then start tugging it down - Since the upper body was wider than the tiny ankle portion of the sheath.

The man must've been gone, albeit she wasn't very capable of hearing that well either. The suit began to loosen, roll, and fold down somewhat easily. Her arms were a harder part because of the squeezing tightness, but the smooth doubled-layer of the latex gloves provided the best possible way she could do this. The arm sheathes turned in and out after plenty of minutes of struggling, and her upper body would be free! She sighed out loudly through her nose, and continued to shimmy it down her hips. Once it was down around her mid-to-lower legs, she relied solely on her leg strength to force them down. Her hands would focus on removing the ultra-tight gloves, tossing them carelessly on the floor, and then removing the scold gag, to toss across the room. The habit came next as she wiggled the dress down and one ankle out of it, it was harder to get off, and it hurt her head a little, but it'd be tossed across the room too. "Ahster!" she cursed out, glad she could hear herself out loud now. Kicking the hobble-dress free of her body completely, and turning on the panties. Nicole fiddled with the remote to turn off the vibrator, which had help keep her company the whole time, but saught it fit to turn them off now. She didn't deflate the plugs quite yet, and pulled the panties down as much as possible. Using the same technique as the dress, and kicked them off soon enough. The outer corset was easy enough to remove, it was tightened just enough to stay in place, but nothing more, and it was discarded quickly. She could see that the boots had multiple straps that were too small to even use the heels on to try and loosen. "Dnnm!" she cursed, stuck with the stupid heels, and went to work on trying to release the body joints.

Nicole fiddled with the remote to turn off the vibrator, which had help keep her company the whole time, but saught it fit to turn them off now. She deflated the plugs completely as well, and pulled the panties down as much as possible, removing the once-painfully expanded plugs to toss off to the side. Using the same technique as the dress, and kicked them off soon enough. The outer corset was easy enough to remove, it was tightened just enough to stay in place, but nothing more, and it was discarded quickly. She could see that the boots had multiple straps that were too small to even use the heels on to try and loosen. "Dnnm!" she cursed, stuck with the stupid heels, and went to work on trying to release the body joints.

They weren't...She couldn't really find the seams. She checked her hands, her arms, her legs, and everything - There had to be a way to release these! What little the man said lead her to believe that it was removable at least. She couldn't really dig her faux-nails under the joints either, the design was seemingly flawless. She got the garter belt off too, but the thigh-highs would have to stay with the high-heels. Nicole stood up and began to shuffle around frantically, she was essentially nude - Being the outer shell of pseudo-human she was covered in, was completely anatomically correct. Taking more daring steps now as she's growing used to the rather tall high-heels, and began searching for her clothes - They weren't anywhere to be found, and she had only removed them in the room. Nicole would spend the next half-hour tearing the few rooms near the one with the fetish gear, and finding nothing more than regular house stuff in the outer rooms - Fetish gear in what she's deemed the 'fetish' bedroom, which was actually the 'master' bedroom. The heels had lead her to taking half her normal stride, and she was often stumbling into a wall, or outright falling onto the ground - Forcing her to restrain the length of her steps, because her ankles were starting to hurt.

Giving up on her pursuit of normal clothing , she returned to the 'fetish' room, and dug around for something kinky to wear. It was better than nothing, right? She didn't have time, nor the patience for a catsuit, even though it would provide her the most coverage, and other than some ridiculous outfits she wouldn't be caught dead wearing...She was left to underwear. Picking up the panties off the top, black with white trim and ruffles around the leg holes. A matching bra sitting next to it, with ruffles going across the top of her bust - She could tell that these had similar sliding panels to reveal her nipples up top, or crotch down below, but as long as they stayed shut and covered what she had to call nudity. They slipped after some initial struggle, they were a bit tight, but she got them on and started making her way towards the staircase. She was ever-so-thankful that her 'husband' had released her hands from that weird pouch they made, because this wouldn't have been possible otherwise.

The stairs were a whole new challenge, she could maneuver up and down stairs all day - It was a part of the job...But adding on terribly high heels with a heavy mask made her depth perception way off, so she had to go by touch alone - Without falling! It took her nearly half an hour to get to the bottom floor, she knew the last thing she wanted was to slip and break her neck, who knows what that screwed up stranger might do to her then! Getting to the door was easy, opening was yet one more hurdle, but with both hands clenched as hard as they could - straining against the gloves of the suit she couldn't get out of, as well as trying not to slip her grip - She managed to flip the rounded door-handle enough to make her escape. Bolting outside as quick as her little heeled feet could carry her, she ran to her car, and tried to open the door....This is when she realized she had no keys! Even if she could get in the car, there was no way to start it, and now she was stranded.

The road was long, to get to the street, but by god would she scurry as fast as her feet could carry her. They ached, they were blistered, and possibly bleeding at this point - It wasn't pretty, but it was worth it if she could just make it to the street and call for help. The gate was closed and heavy, but not locked...With all her restrained might, she slid it open a crack just barely large enough to squeeze her through. The desperate run to the highway was all that was left, unable to really scream - All she could do was wave down the next passing motorist and try to explain everything to them - It would be a lot to say, with no real way of saying it clearly, but a small group of cars pulled over and saw the madly flailing woman. They all pulled out their cellulars and dialed the police, it was hell to go through, but she was going to be okay...