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The room was gently lit, with a couple of floral print armchairs in th emiddle. “Sit down, and take off your shirt, please!”, Jean went. Doing as she said, Mary did as told. “You okay with a blindfold for this first bit?” Jean asked. Mary nodded, pouting her lips, as Jean went to a drawer, getting out a silk scarf, coming up behind Mary, then tying the scarf over her eyes. “We’ll start light!”, spraying some kind of lubricant on Mary’s forearms, then pulling a pair of sleeves onto them. Mary sat for a moment, trying to savour the new sensation, giving her shivers down her back, and setting her brain alight. “How does it feel? How do you feel?”, Jean asked. “I don’t know – It’s so special, and yet feels kinda homely”, Mary answered, while she felt up the latex sleeves with her bare hands. “Want to try some more?”, Jean asked. Mary sighed deep and with a slight shiver in her breath. “Yes, please”. Jean then removed the blindfold. “Let’s go a bit closer to home, then! Take off your bra”. Mary stood up, took off her bra, holding an arm in front of her nipples. “That won’t be useful, the covering up! – The next item is a latex bra”, Jean said, holding up a black latex bra, with frilly edges in white. She went behind Mary, asking her to hold her arms out, in front, pulling the bra up her arms, onto her chest, and closing it on the back, then coming back with a gloss spray, spraying onto the bra, while polishing with her hands, all over Mary’s breasts. Mary sighed, feeling a kind of buzzy feel in her nipples, and across her lips. “Wow this is wicked”, she thought to herself.

“How about trying something a big more substantial?”, Jean asked. Mary stood looking around the very elaborate costumes on mannequins along the sides of the room. “Err, I’m not sure – How much more substantial do you mean?”. “Well, start taking off the bra, and I’ll pull out something to ease into. Mary took it off, but feeling less embarrassed in front of Jean than at the start of their meeting. “Holy hells, this is going fast, somehow!”, she thought, laying down the bra, on the armrest of the chair. Jean handed Mary a bottle of lubricant, saying “Apply this all over your upper body, okay”. Mary sprayed all over her chest and arms, having issues reaching some bits on her upper back. “Let me help you, there!”, Jean said, taking the bottle, sparing it over Mary’s back, and between her shoulders. “This is going to be pretty cool, I think!”; she said, going back to the drawers, pulling out a polo shirt in blue latex, and white accent lines. “Raise your arms”, Jean said. Mary sighed, shaking her hands a bit, then raising her ams. Jean pulled down the polo shirt over Mary, who closed her eyes, while Jean adjusted the latex shirt, making it sit right and tight. Mary kept her eyes shut, just sitting for a moment, feeling it all out. She opened her eyes after a couple of minutes, looking with big eyes at a smiling Jean. “Why do you even have this stuff?”, Mary asked.

You know how I’ve got Henson Industries? While we’re mostly known for doing rubber tires, we do have a little side-business in that realm, doing custom latex and latex-based BDSM products. Part of this particular walk-in-closet, is to hold WIP product tests. In the light end, the arm sleeves, in the heavy side, mechanically based devices with latex parts. “Mechanical devices? – This sounds very scary!”, Mary said. “Well, If you want to, one day, surely we could figure something out, but, let’s keep it small and simple, for now, okay?”. Mary held her hands on her upper arms, trying to comfort herself, on the thought of some kind of SAW style device, with added latex. “Are you okay?”, Jean asked. Mary looked at the floor, still holding her hands on her arms. “Should we keep going a bit, or should we just go to a sitting room, and wait for the mechanic to call?”. Mary looked up. “I’d like to try something, but I really need to get out of this shirt”. Jean nodded, walking up behind her, pulling off the polo shirt, from the bottom, up the chest and over her head. “You can put on your bra and your shirt, now – But please, take off your skirt and your panties”. Mary stalled when she heard the last part. “Panties? Am I really ready to show her my bits, already?”. She took off her skirt in a swift, single swoosh. Then keeping an eye on Jean, who rummaged in the drawers, while taking off her panties. She stood in the middle of the room, bottomless. Jean took a garment from the drawers, grabbing a bottle of lubricant, starting to spray it over Mary’s legs and bottom. “The last garment is going to be a pair of leggings, so step up into them”. Mary did as told, finding the cool sensation of the legginfs, up her legs to be just as intriguing, as her first touch of the latex sleeves. She felt a strange, almost tired feeling in her crotch. “What the hell?”, she thought, “Am I really that into this!?”. “You getting frisky, eh, little bird?”, Jean went. “I can smell you’re having a time for a bit”. Mary pulled out the front of the leggings, looking down, finding the slimy feel, and smell of a horny moment. “I guess? Holy hell, this is wild! I never thought I’d be into this kind of thing!”. Jean’s mobile phone went off, a minute or two later. She answered, going “Okay? Okay!”. She looked at Mary, going “Well – The mechanic’s at your car, so let’s get you cleaned up, and ready to continue on your trip, yeah? – Come along”. Jean showed the way to a big shower room. “Have a bath, and we’ll get around to your car, and everything”.

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