Securing Sarah

Chapter 7

"It's not enough."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I was just releasing her from a contraption that had kept her bent over backwards in strict bondage while I fucked her, and this time I even let her cum - she screamed the building down. What more did she want?

While I secured the chastity cover back over her pussy, she continued. "I'm sorry I don't mean to sound ungrateful. These sex sessions are great and I love what we do together. But when I go home, it's just like I'm going back to dull, normal life. I want to feel like this all the time!"

I replied, "At home you're in chastity and still collared all the time."

"But, like I say, it's not enough."

I smiled. "And I was thinking I was pushing you too far."

As I took her blindfold off, she looked deep into my eyes. "Push me. Push me further than I can take. Push me further than you dare. I need it. I need the challenge. Do it. Do it, Master."

She sounded intense, I felt cautious. "But..."

She interrupted, "I always have my safeword, and I would use it if I needed to. Be confident in that."

"Okay, I will. In fact, I had a plan for you, but I'm going to make it more severe, and I trust you to tell me if it's too much."

She kissed me on the cheek. "I will, Master."

Once she was fully released, I said, "Open that box." She opened it, and pulled out a bundle of rubber, then held it up to find it was a rubber catsuit, with long arms and legs. I said, "I was going to have you wear that for the rest of the weekend, but since you want things more challenging, you're going to wear it for a week."

"Okay," she said as she looked over it, but she didn't look too impressed. Since she'd asked me to push her, I thought of what more I could do.

I went over to a clothing rack and picked out another bundle of rubber. "I've changed my mind, you will wear this for the week instead."

She held it up to find it was another rubber suit, but this time it had attached hands and feet. "Wow!" she said. "This is totally enclosing! My body will be totally trapped in rubber except my head. Do I have to wear this for the whole week?"

I hadn't thought about it. That would be a difficult thing for her to do, but there would be no long-term harm done, and she wanted a challenge. "Yes, all week. To start with, at least."

I saw her hand move down to where her clit was trapped under a metal plate as she stared at her rubber prison, and then I knew it was the right thing to do.

I handed her a bottle of talc and she spread it over the inside of the suit. Then she started to roll the feet of the suit onto hers, and soon she was smoothing out the wrinkles of her smooth black second skin on her lower body. Then she pushed her fingers into the gloves, knowing they would be in there for at least a week.

With a little more pulling and smoothing, she had the suit on up to her shoulders, though still open at the back. I stood behind her and slowly pulled the zip up, listening to her gasps as the tight rubber got tighter around her body.

Soon it was done, and my beauty looked stunning in her new skin, carved out of black marble. She tried walking around the room, seeing how her new body moved with her, and I watched as the light reflected off her smooth arse. The suit had a zip to access her pussy and arse, and there was the rear zip for getting into it, but both of these were black like the suit, so it looked completely smooth from the neck down, even over her fingers and toes.

"Oh this is incredible!" Sarah said.

"And it's not over yet," I replied. "Touch your toes."

She bent over, and I opened her arse zip. I lubed up her arse, and she whimpered, guessing what was to come. I picked up her usual buttplug, but then, remembering she liked challenges, chose a larger one instead, and slipped it in. Her grunts meant she noticed the increased size. I said, "You can take that out to go to toilet, but I want it in place for the rest of the time. All the time!"

As she stood, awkwardly, I took a small padlock from a drawer, unlocked it, and showed it to her. "This is what's going to secure you into your new skin for the next week. Once this goes on, your only escape will be through me, or through cutting it off."

She solemnly said, "Yes, Sir."

She turned around, and I used the lock to secure her rear zip to her chain collar. She stared at her shiny black hands, saying, "This is going to be hard to hide while I'm in college, but even harder to hide from my flat mate."

I didn't know she lived with someone. "Tell me about your flatmate," I said.

"Her name's Sandy, she's my age. I've told her that I'm seeing you, but she doesn't know all of what we get up to. I keep meaning to tell her, I think she'd be okay with it, but I've never bought the subject up to find out."

Sarah said she wanted challenges, so I thought I would give her one. I said, "Do you mind if I tell her?"

Sarah was surprised, "Sure, you can if you want to."

"In that case, you won't mind if I make you tell her then?"

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out. I want you to bring her to meet me on Sunday."

"Okay. Here?"

"No, it's not public enough. Lets meet at the food court in the shopping mall."

She started to look worried. "You want us to be somewhere public?"

With one hand I stroked her cheek, with the other I stroked her arse and pushed in her buttplug. "You want challenges. On Sunday I intend to challenge you to expose your fetish self to your flatmate and to the world."

Her eyes lit up. "Yes, Sir!"

Chapter 8

I looked around the food court, and spotted Sarah and Sandy. It was easy to spot Sarah, since it was a warm day but she was the only one wearing gloves. Sandy was an attractive girl, perhaps a little old than Sarah and a little less slim, and with beautiful long blonde hair.

I approached them. We exchanged greetings, and Sarah moved over to let me sit next to her.

Sandy said, "So you're the famous Tony I've been hearing all about. Well, she doesn't tell me much, except that she keeps sneaking out to your place for wild sex. All sounds a bit kinky to me!"

I replied, "Kinky? No, I think you're exaggerating there. I've never been called that." Sarah and I exchanged knowing smiles.

I put a tub on the table. "I got some fried chicken. I hope that's okay with everyone?" Sandy and I took pieces out, but Sarah hesitated. I said to her, "I guess if you're going to eat finger food, you'd better take your gloves off."

I could see the dilemma in her face, but she knew she had to do it, it was part of the challenge. She slowly took her gloves off to reveal the smooth rubber beneath, polished shiny by the movement of the gloves over them.

Sandy nearly dropped her chicken, and said, "Wow, neat gloves! So why were you wearing one pair under another pair?"

I was enjoying Sarah's awkwardness. "Yes, Sarah, why were you?"

And she answered in the way I knew she would. "Because you told me to, Sir."

I said, "Well done." I could see Sandy's look of surprise and confusion, so I said to her, "Okay, perhaps I am a little kinky."

Sandy said to Sarah, "So you have to wear the gloves all the time he tells you to? That's neat! Is that rubber, or what?" And to me, she said, "So does she have to wear them to eat with too?"

"No, not at all. Sarah, you can take your rubber gloves off now."

Of course I knew she couldn't, and she knew I knew, but it was all a part of the game being played out for Sandy's amusement, without her even knowing it. So Sarah said, "I'm sorry, Sir, I can't take my gloves off."

I replied, in a slightly commanding tone, "Sarah, please show us why you can't take your gloves off."

A moment of panic struck Sarah, although she must have known it was coming. "What, here, now?"

With an authoritative stare, I just said, "Yes."

She took a deep breath, then quickly pulled her top off over her head. All her visible body except her head was now shiny black. At first she looked ashamed, but then proud.

Sandy let out a little scream. People from nearby tables first looked to see why she was screaming, then did a double take when they saw shiny Sarah.

Sandy was speechless. "What! How! What!"

Sarah was now beaming with confidence, having unloaded the burden of keeping her kinky life a secret. "Yes, it's nice, isn't it? It can be a little warm, and sometimes quite sweaty, but that can be a very nice feeling."

I said, "Sarah, please put your forehead on the table." She looked puzzled, but obediently obeyed. I pushed her hair aside from the back of her neck, and exposed the padlock. "This is what ensures she's not tempted to slip out of it when I'm not looking."

Sandy had got her words back. "So you've been stuck in that rubber top since Friday! That's incredible!"

I said, "Sarah, you'd better show Sandy the extent of your rubber now."

Her confidence had gone again. She started to question whether I really meant here and now, but she knew there was no point asking, she knew what the answer was. So, with the same obedience and trepidation as earlier, she started to undress. She took her shoes and socks off under the table, then carefully slipped off her jeans, almost as though she hoped no one would notice.

Sandy was trying to look under the table to see what was going on. I stared at Sarah with my "You know what you should do" stare, and she return a "Yes, Sir" look. She stood up.

Sandy looked her up and down, to see Sarah's entire body sealed in the skin-tight suit. And everyone on the nearby tables stared too. Some looked away in disgust, some called out, cheering or wolf-whistling. But I only saw the look of wonderment and lust on Sandy's face.

I said, as if nothing had happened, "I think I'd like a hot dog. I saw a stall selling them right at the other end of the food court. Sarah, do you think you could get one for me?"

She was certainly being challenged today, and I think she was loving it. She smiled at me, the biggest smile I've seen on her, then kissed me on the cheek. I gave her some money, and she marched off proudly, her body gleaming in the artificial light, turning every head as she walked past them.

As I watched her, I said to Sandy, "So what do you make of all this?"

"Incredible!" she said. "I've never seen anything like it. It's very horny - I mean sexy."

"Horny?"

"Yes, well, it's a turn on. I mean, I don't think I want to get in that gear myself, but seeing her in it gets me... well, having her as your slave to command must be quite a trip for you."

"Yes, it is, and she's great at it. And I could use some assistance some times."

"Really? Wow, I'd love to help out."

She was agreeing, but she didn't really know what she was agreeing to. I noticed that her hand had fallen down to between her legs, and I think she was squeezing her thighs together. She probably didn't even realise how turned on she was.

I watched as Sarah returned with the hot dog. I could have stared at her beautiful shiny body walking through the crowds all day, but soon she was back at the table. She went to sit next to me, but I directed her next to Sandy instead, which she did.

She sat very normally, but I said to her, "Slave, you look like you're sitting a little uncomfortably. Why is that?"

By now she was used to the game, so she responded without hesitation, "That is because of the large buttplug you ordered me to wear in my arse all the time, Sir." Sandy's jaw just dropped.

I said to Sandy, "I always know that my slave keeps herself true to me. Would you like to know how I know that?" Sandy nodded, with some trepidation. I continued, "Sarah, please open your legs. Sandy, if you want to know the answer, put your hand between Sarah's legs."

It was amusing to see the awkwardness in Sandy, knowing what she should do but not knowing how she was supposed to do it. She put her arm out and gingerly touched Sarah somewhere around the belly button, then inched her fingers downwards, groping but not knowing what to expect. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, then with her knuckles she banged hard on Sarah's pussy.

I said, "It's her chastity device. It's locked in place to ensure she gets no sexual satisfaction without my authorization. You should take a closer look."

Sarah's stare hit me - the fear in her eyes that I might order her to expose herself her in public, but the knowledge that if I gave the order, she would do it.

I added, "But this isn't the best place for it." Sarah was very relieved.

Sandy said, "Yea I'd love to see what one of those looks like." And to Sarah, she said, "That must get you really horny!"

"Yes," Sarah replied, "very much so, but it's the knowledge that I'm forced to comply with my Master's orders that really gets me going."

I said to Sandy, "One problem I have with my slave here is that I can fully control everything she does when she's with me, but I'm limited when she's not with me. And I don't like being limited."

Sandy grinned, "I'd love to help. Would you like me to lock on her chastity thing or something?"

"No, I'll look after that, but I'd like to keep her under tighter control when I'm not around. For instance, I often chain her to the bed overnight when she's with me. Do you think you could do that for me?"

Sandy looked awkward and glanced at Sarah. As if in reply, Sarah said, "I'm more than pleased for my Master's wishes to be carried out in any way he requires."

Satisfied with that, Sandy said, "I'd be happy to chain her up. It would be fun to have a slave around the house."

It was nice to have a willing assistant in my mastery. I said, "I have some straps you can attach to her bed, with cuffs you can secure around her wrists and ankles to keep her in place overnight. There's a weak link, which can be broken in case there's an emergency, but she knows that if we find it broken, she'd better have a very good explanation!" Sarah hung her head, oozing obedience.

I continued, "You'll find Sarah quite keen to be freed in the mornings, so you might find that of some convenience."

Sandy smiled, not so innocently. "Oh really, in what way?"

"Well, most of her body will be secured. I often have her hands in secure mittens, and she'll be blindfolded, and her pussy will be inaccessible, which only really leaves her tongue..."

Sandy's smile got wider. She said to Sarah, "I hope your tongue is in good order then. I often feel like I could use a willing tongue when I wake up. We might arrange a trade, you bringing me to orgasm with it in return for your release."

Sarah looked at first surprised, but then excited. "It's always good to have an incentive to do a good job. I hope I will serve you as well as I've served my Master when in the same situation."

I added, "You will find she's very willing."

Sandy said, "I can't wait to get started!"

I said, "My slave is your slave. Treat her well, but not too well, and she will bring you hours of enjoyment."

Sandy said, "In that case, I might start right now. Slave, do you remember the fantasy I told you about last Thursday? Act it out now, please."

With a 'what have I got myself into' look, Sarah slowly slid down under the table.

Sandy said, "It's times like these..." then she stopped, looked shocked for a moment, then smiled, very satisfied. "It's times like these when I'm glad I don't wear any underwear!"

They continued, and as her moans turned to screams, I could hear a dozen people on nearby tables saying, "I'll have what she's having."

More to come soon!
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