Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 12 - Sex Stories

Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 12

Chapter One When I wake up Master is reading the paper. There is a knock at the door. Master just gives me the eye and I pop up to answer the door. It’s room service and the young man wheels the tray into the room. He doesn’t seem surprised at my nakedness. I’m beginning to think that I’m going to be his tip until Master hands him a $20. We eat a light dinner and get dressed. I say we, I am wearing my red heels, Master’s collar and red vinyl coat that only reaches mid thigh. The car meets us downstairs and whisks us away. When we stop, there is a large, rather old grey building. Master greets a few men, and he introduces me. I’m instructed to go with a young lady, while Master is e****ted to the conference room. I am going to model one of Master’s new prototypes. It’s a full body latex doll suit. It cover my entire body. The only part of me that’s exposed are my hands, my mouth (there is a simple round circle with slutty red lipstick painted on), and an opening for my sex. Everything else is covered. It takes some work to get it on. Its very tight and I barely get my breasts into the suit. They are pressed tightly against the soft material. My rings can be seen through it, as they abraded in their confinement keeping them fully erect. I can barely see through the latex. Things only appear fuzzy. I can make out shapes of things, but not who people are, almost like a blindfold. My arms are folded back and secured with a leather strap. This f***es my tightly confined breasts ...

... out further. I am given another collar over the suit and a leash is attached. I am led down the hall to the conference room by the leash. I end up on a stage of some sort. The young lady spreads my legs. A man begins to speak and he is describing the suit I am wearing. First its about the material, and specs, but then about the options the model comes in. The young lady is instructed to continue the demonstration. She begins by pointing out the various openings. She talks the limits of vision, breathing, and hearing. She caresses my the opening where my pussy and ass are displayed. I’ve been leaking since I walked in the building, but so I’m sure that everyone in the room can smell my arousal and see my excitement. She turns me around and has me bend at the waist. There is no doubt everyone can see my wet gaping pussy now. The tightness of the latex makes the area around my vulva look puffy. My lips feel like they’re sticking out. Being on display in front of a crowd I can’t see is very stimulating. The young lady is running her fingers through my channel. She then takes two fingers and inserts them into my wait hole. A moan escapes my mouth. Her fingers work in and out. I can’t hear much but I know that my sopping wet cunt is making vulgar sounds. Everyone knows what a slut I am for relishing in being displayed. She gets a nice steady rhythm and I’m pushing back to meet her strokes, but she stops, wiping my juices on my latex covered ass. Her wet hand comes down and slaps my ...