Chapter 23
"Girls… girls?" A gentle voice called from beyond the bedroom door as a hand knocked on the wooden frame.
"Hmmmm… uhhh," I whimpered as I slowly woke from my slumber.
The room was still so dark, only a small amount of light had come from the window as the morning sun began to rise and wake the world. I forced my eyes to open as the woman on the other side of the door knocked again before the door inevitably began to open. As I focused my eyes, the room came into view, the light from the hallway helped me see, although still startling to my waking eyes. I was laying on my back completely naked. Luckily for everyone I was covered with a blanket. In my arms was the sleeping blonde girl, her head resting on my chest as the noise from her mother failed to wake her.
"Oh, morning Samantha," Jane whispered loudly as she caught my eyes open.
This would have been an odd situation to explain a year ago, but Jane has become very used to our relationship. Dad was still slowly coming to terms with the idea of his daughter and step-daughter dating, but it was nice to not be forced to hide our relationship from them any longer. I saw Jane notice the sleeping girl on top of me and her smile seemed to get even bigger, as if she found the idea of Emily and I sharing the same bed to be cute.
"Morning, Jane," I whispered back, trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake her.
"I just had to say that I've been called into work, can you please let Emily know when she is up."
"Yeah, sure. No problem."
"Also… remember we are all meeting at the restaurant later for dinner."
"Oh yeah, thank you for reminding me."
"No worries, see you at six!"
She gave us both another cutesy smile before closing the door once more, leaving us almost in darkness and illuminated by the weak sun of the morning. I leant back against my pillow, laughing inwardly at the absurd life I was living, but enjoying every moment of my strange relationship with the lady's daughter.
I gave Emily a quick kiss on her forehead as I closed my eyes once more, willing myself back into the realm of sleep. As I did this, my hand began to travel downwards, starting just above my chest and slowly moving downwards. This was a trick I used to calm myself down and help myself fall asleep, there was something about feeling my fingertips travel across my naked body that seemed to help induce sleep. Sometimes it ended with me playing with myself, but I always preferred Emily to do that for me.
My hand gently grazed between my breasts, I ignored the urge to touch my nipples as they were usually very sensitive in the mornings, I knew if I started something then I would have to wake Emily to finish it, but she looked far too peaceful for that. My hand reached my stomach and felt something odd… hair. I placed my palm over it and it was indeed that, it was the top of someone's head.
My eyes opened once more as I gently flicked the blanket up to reveal that Emily was resting with her head on my stomach, she had slept the entire night with her body underneath the blanket, she always found my stomach very comfortable to sleep on. Immediately, I turned to the woman I thought was Emily and had to refocus my eyes. I was already beginning to make assumptions of who it could be, but I had to make sure.
Becky… it was Becky.
I laughed to myself, Jane was speaking to me as I had my arm around the young woman, unaware that I was sleeping completely naked next to someone who wasn't her daughter, thinking that Becky was actually Emily. It was easy to make that mistake, they were both blonde and despite Becky having brighter hair; it was far too dark to actually make that out. In fact, I was finding more similarities between the two women the longer we were together.
To make it worse, Becky wasn't entirely naked. Jane could have easily seen the strap to the bit gag in her mouth that travelled behind her head. I lifted the sheet up to reveal Becky's body, wearing all the items she had brought to my house previously, one of her hands were placed into the mitten which rested on my chest, her feet were enclosed into the kitten-style socks she loved so much and her pink collar was buckled around her neck.
Luckily, the two cat ears that clipped into her hair had come off during the night, both falling underneath the sheet. I was glad these two came off as they would have been difficult to explain to Emily's mother. It was a surprise to me that the bed managed to hold us all. Three women slept in a single bed together, the entire time Emily's actual bed remained cold and unused, sitting across the room from us completely made up. My sister had always occupied my bed, I don't think she slept a single night in her own. Despite the small size of the mattress, I was always comfortable just holding onto her for the night.
Becky moved, stretching lightly against the blanket before returning to cuddling me once more, sending out a quiet squeak as she did this. Surprisingly, the gag in her mouth caused her no discomfort as she slept. It was a bit-gag, a long tube that was held between her teeth which meant it wasn't as taxing as having a ball gag in her mouth, but still it was a shock to see her go through the night without needing it removed.
Then I felt Emily begin to stir, the sound of Jane closing the front door behind her must have woke her up. My hand reached down towards my sister until my palm was against her bare back, She too was naked. I pressed lightly into her, encouraging her to move without causing her any discomfort. As she eventually woke up, she noticed my hand against her back and began to move herself upwards, finally reaching the same level as me and resting her head on my chest, mirroring the pet opposite her. Somehow, this felt natural, it felt complete.
I smiled to myself as I placed my arm around Emily, squeezing the two women holding me as we all drifted back to sleep.
"Which one is it?" I commanded an answer from the woman walking in front of me.
The shops went by in a complete blur, I wanted to get out of the shopping centre as quickly as possible, it was the second time in a week I had to come to this place and I didn't want to hang around. I pulled Emily's arm behind me as we followed Becky as she retraced her steps from when she initially found the store.
After a long morning of embracing the two women, it wasn't long before I had the itch to leave and find this place. There was just something about the products she was selling that took my interest, it ignited a curiosity deep inside my body that I had not felt since Emily and I found Tanya's shop around a year prior.
Despite my urgency, Emily was in a state of bliss, I agreed to wear the matching denim overalls she had brought from the shop not that long ago. There was something she loved about us looking the same and wearing similar clothing that she just loved. She didn't even mind the fact I pretty much dragged her out of the house to begin finding this store.
Becky was completely different, despite understanding the idea of the outfits being for petplay, she refused to leave the house without wearing her new items. I tried my hardest to reason with her but she was surprisingly adamant on what she was wearing for the day, despite being quite a submissive and quiet girl. I decided to try not to think about it and look too much into what she was wearing. Her body was adorned with the clothes she was wearing when she came to the house; A shirt, under t-shirt, shorts and shoes, but the entire outfit she had brought from this shop was also on show, the long socks travelled from the shoes upwards, showing off a little bit of leg before it reached the shorts. Her hands were engulfed in the mitten/gloves, and the dark faux ears showed extremely well as it was a contrast colour to her bright blonde hair.
Even the pink collar was on show, buckled against her neck above her t-shirt, her entire appearance took the attention of many customers passing by, that and the sight of a woman dragging another woman close behind her. I was just glad I managed to talk her out of being leashed for our day out. It would have been funny if I wasn't so focused on finding this place.
"There it is!" Becky stopped and pointed to the other side of the building.
As we traversed the shopping centre, we entered a wide area that had several shops hugging the walls and an area for stalls and temporary businesses to set up. However, the location Becky was pointing to was completely vacant, there were no signs of life behind the large windows that looked in, the lights were off and the entire room was void of any items. Despite this, Becky sprinted towards the shop, forcing both Emily and I to chase after her.
"It was here…" Becky's voice broke as she said this, "The shop was here, I swear."
"Damn!" I grunted.
Emily was the more reasonable out of all of us, "Looks like she's moved on, even temporary shops would leave their products inside while it was closed."
Becky's placed her paws against the glass before pressing her head against it, trying to look further into the shop, "There was so much here yesterday"
I was annoyed. The urge to figure out more about this person was hard to suppress, the thought that this shop owner has some connection to the suits both Emily and I wore was tough to get my head around, but I was hoping to get some answers today. I glanced at the dark room in front of us, the shop that was occupied less than a day before still hid the answers despite us being so close to it. A sign in front of the store made my heart sink even further, the simple words 'Shop to let' guaranteed that this person was not returning to this location.
I sighed, turning my back against the vacant room and leaning against the glass, I took out my phone to the sight of three missed calls from Tanya, Emily still held onto my other hand, refusing to let go as she admired how similar we looked in our matching outfits.
"Tanya tried calling me," I muttered loudly.
Becky was too busy lamenting the loss of the store, Emily was the only one who reacted to what I said.
"It's your day off though, isn't it?" she said, looking down at the phone screen.
"Yeah."
I held up the phone to my ear as I dialed back the store owner's number, my phone barely began to ring before the other line was picked up and Tanya's desperate tone answered it.
"Oh, thank god you called me back, I've been trying to get a hold of you and Becky all mornin', do you know where she is?" Her voice was abrupt and straight to the point.
"She's here with me, why do you ask?"
"My day has really turned upside down, could you ask Becky to come in for a few hours later? It'll be from this afternoon until the end of day."
"Yeah, I'll ask her."
"That would be perfect. Oh… and would it be possible for you to come over today too? I've got a delivery here too, I was going to take it over later myself, but it looks like the rest of my day is being filled up."
"Yeah, that's no problem at all. I would need to drop Becky off anyways. What's happened then?"
"Oh… it's just an investor of sorts, someone came in who was interested in selling items at my store. I'll tell you more about it later."
"Okay, no worries. See you in a bit."
I hung up the phone and placed it back into my pocket. Looking around, I could see that Becky was still mourning the closure of the shop and Emily was almost dancing in place from the matching outfits we wore. I let out a long sigh, it was a shame as it seemed I was not going to get the answers I hoped I would get.
"Becky, that was Tanya. Are you happy to cover her at work today? She has a meeting she needs to get to."
"Yeeeeah," the young woman moaned, finally bringing her cheek away from the glass, leaving a smudge on the reflective material.
With her head down, she took very small steps towards me, almost as if she was having a mute temper tantrum. She joined me at my side and took my free hand in hers. I almost rolled my eyes, with Emily and Becky both holding my hands when we were in public; I must admit they made me feel more like an adult.
"Okay then, let's go" I said, leading the way.
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Tanya preached as she ran up to us the moment we entered her shop, wrapping us all up in a large hug, "I know it was all very last minute, I owe you big time."
I would have said something in return but my face was crushed against her breast, I'm sure the others were in the same position. She embraced us for a few seconds longer before letting go, far shorter than the amount she usually hugs us.
Once the hug ended, she took a step back to notice the clothes we were wearing. At first she noticed the almost identical outfit both Emily and I wore and I could see a smile begin to appear as she noticed this, but then the outfit Becky was wearing took her entire attention. The store owner looked her up and down and this caused an even greater reaction than our matching denim overalls.
"Oh my god, Becky," she chuckled, "Look at you, very cute."
Becky beamed, clapping her mittens together, "Thank you."
"Really suits you, especially that collar."
Becky continued smiling, humbled by the older woman's words. Looking past Tanya, I could see a box on the counter with a shipping address on the very top of it.
"Is this what you need me to deliver today?" I asked, walking up to it.
"Yeah, that's the only one, it's not too far either."
I looked down at the address, causing a horrible, sinking feeling to travel over my body. My eyes glanced over the address again and again, just to make sure I didn't make a mistake, but it was in front of me in black and white. It was Louise's address.
"What?" Was all that came out at first.
Tanya walked up to me, "Samantha…"
"So she still thinks she can order with us? After everything that happened with Becky, after what happened between me and her? What kind of sick mind game is this?"
"Sam… she didn't order it. I ordered it for her."
I looked up in disbelief, "What?"
"I understand how you feel, I really do. Honestly, if you didn't hit the bitch, then I was going to myself. However, while your intentions were pure, I am slightly worried if there is going to be any repercussions from you hitting her."
"What do you mean?"
"Well you assaulted her in my store as an employee, I dread to think that she goes to the police about it, or we face some form of legal consequences from your actions. Even if she just decides to post a bad review online about my store, that could really hurt my business."
It was almost laughable that the store owner went from Louise contacting the police to writing a review. I must admit, I didn't think anything would come about from me hitting the cam girl, it was such a quick moment that the only thing on my mind at the time was protecting Becky, I couldn't even remember what I yelled at Louise afterwards.
"Listen, I don't think it's going to come to that and I am probably just overthinking it, but I would prefer to give her a small selection of items in good faith than to risk anything coming about."
"How would they prove that I hit her? They would only have her word."
"And my CCTV footage, they can ask for that."
"CCTV? I didn't know you had that?"
Tanya turned around and pointed at three different points throughout the shopfloor, upon close inspection I could see security cameras well hidden along the ceiling.
"Oh…" I muttered.
"I also have two in the warehouse and one by the back door."
"Oh…" I repeated myself.
"Don't worry, I don't snoop through it to catch you doing things you shouldn't be doing."
I let out a laugh, "That's good."
"Although I do sometimes re-watch that time you got stuck in the petsuit, it's good for when I need a chuckle."
My cheeks burned red, I didn't know what to say about that. I dread to think what part she found so amusing was, was it seeing me realising I was stuck in the suit? Or was it me crawling through the shop to get to the phone, being forced to endure orgasm after orgasm.
"I know it's not going to be fun, but can you please do this one thing for me. I would just prefer not to take the risk."
"Okay, I'll do it."
"Perfect!" She wrapped me in another hug, this time giving me a kiss on the forehead, "I better get going, it's a dinner meeting so I'm going to have to look my best."
"Oh yeah, you said you were going to tell me more about that."
"I'll tell you later, once I've had the meeting and know if we get the client or not."
Tanya hugged both Becky and Emily separately, kissing them both on the foreheads too, I guess she didn't want anyone missing out on the affection she just gave me.
"Becky, you can close up early if you want? I did ask you to come in last minute so I'll completely understand."
Becky smiled back.
"Alright, I'll see you all later."
With that said, the store owner finally left the building, nearly running out of the front door and disappearing out of sight. Emily walked up to me, hearing what was said between Tanya and I.
"Did you want me to come with you?" She asked in a quiet tone.
"No, it's okay. I think it's best if I handle this alone, can you stay here and keep Becky company?"
"Sure thing."
"Also, remind her that she cannot do much with those mittens on her hands, she might have to take them off."
"Ah, that will break her heart."
I chuckled as I lifted the box up, "I won't be long."
In all honesty, I never thought I would see this street again. After everything that had happened, I failed to assume Louise would still be in our lives somehow. The van puttered until I finally braked, parking the vehicle where I usually placed it a few feet away from the building. I turned off the engine and took the key out of the ignition, hearing the whistling of the old vehicle slowly die down as it began its rest.
I dreaded to think of what I'll come to when I knock on the cam girl's door. Not only did we have the fact that I struck her when she last came to the shop, but it was always an uncomfortable scenario when I came to her house. First time we met each other, she answered the door fully naked, something she conjured up for one of her shows. Another time she was stuck in self-bondage, being tormented by her vibrator until I came in to free her.
I let out another long sigh, whatever was going to happen, it wouldn't change if I just sat here for the entire day. I needed to get this over with. I grabbed the box from the passenger seat and opened the driver's-side door, the frame of the van squealed and moaned the entire time it was open, only quieting down once I closed it. I slowly walked towards Louise's house, trying to think of every scenario that could happen, would she want to hit me in return? Would I have to endure a flurry of verbal assaults? If so, I didn't think I was mentally prepared for an argument.
It didn't matter, I thought I would have a little bit of time to think things over as I walked up her steps and rang the doorbell, just giving me those few more seconds to think things through. However, to my surprise, Louise was sitting on the steps leading up to her house. Her curvy, sexual body was hidden behind a set of baggy clothing, a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. Her usually made up face was completely clean of all chemicals, showing off her natural skin and a cigarette burned weakly in her hand.
She looked up as she noticed me, but almost immediately began to look down again, taking a quick drag of the cigarette in her hand.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, smoke poured out of her mouth as she spoke.
"I'm just dropping this off," I answered, placing the box in front of her.
"I didn't order anything."
"I think Tanya wanted you to have it."
"Oh…" She took another drag, "Trying to butter me up, is she?"
I kept silent, there was nothing I wanted to say to the woman, the very thought of standing in front of her was more than I could bear. I knew if I were to begin talking too much, then I had no idea where it would lead. Despite hitting her the other day and yelling at her afterwards, I could still feel the pain and hatred in my chest for the words she spoke.
"Don't worry… what happened was completely my fault." She threw the almost done cigarette on the ground, "Tell your manager she doesn't have to worry about me, I won't show my face at the shop anymore… you'll never hear from me again."
I could see the hurt in her eyes as she finished that sentence, but she looked down quickly to avoid extended eye contact. The anger that burned in my chest since that day slowly began to fade, looking down on the woman I began to feel sorry for her, seeming like a shell of the person she used to be. Did that slap really do that much damage to her mentally? I just wanted her to stop talking about Becky as if she was an object, I didn't mean to completely break her.
Against my better judgement, I took a seat on the step next to her, I didn't want to leave the conversation there, I didn't want to return to the shop knowing Louise was in this state, hurting and attacking herself for her own actions. As much as I wished I knew what to say at that moment, my mind remained blank as I searched the dark corners of my mind, I wasn't sitting there to reassure her, I wasn't sitting there to be a friend, but leaving the outside of her home on better terms sounded like it would have been much more beneficial for the both of us.
Luckily, Louise didn't curse me for sitting down, her position remained completely unchanged and to my surprise, she was the one who spoke first.
"How is Becky?"
I nodded lightly, "She's okay, she's doing well."
"I'm glad she is… I do want to apologise for saying those things. I was so excited for it, y'know? The idea of having a person as a pet has been a fantasy of mine for a long time and I thought I struck gold when I found that shop of yours. The moment she said she didn't want to do it… my heart broke in two and all I saw was red. I just didn't want to accept it and I was yelling, I could see myself yelling and knew that wasn't the kind of person I was; like the real me was watching from behind my eyes whilst some sex-crazed maniac took control over my body."
"I get that."
"I wish I could just redo that day over, I would have calmed down before I came over and just spoken to Becky like a normal person, I knew I would have the same result but atleast I wouldn't be feeling like shit."
"If it makes you feel any better, Becky doesn't hate you. I don't even think she is capable of hating anyone. She's really not that kind of person."
"She's lovely, isn't she?
"She really is."
Louise finally turned towards me, "Can you please apologise on my behalf when you next see her."
"I will."
Then a silence crept in. Louise turned back forwards and went silent, almost as if she was reflecting upon herself. Then the quietest chuckle left her lips.
She nodded her head towards the building behind her, "Do you know anyone who would like a room’s worth of pet-play items?"
"How much stuff did you buy?"
"Let's just say I'm not looking at my bank balance anytime soon."
I smiled, "Why don't you keep it? Just because things didn't work out with Becky, it doesn't mean it's never going to happen. You'll find someone else who shares that fantasy and all the pieces will fall in together naturally. The most interesting aspect of being a dominant is that you are constantly learning, you can't just dive in from the beginning and think you have figured everything out. Sometimes you learn more from your submissive and sometimes it takes a little slap."
Luckily, the cam girl found that sentence funny.
"Tanya told me once that the idea that the dominant is in charge is just an illusion, but it is the submissive who has full control of the situation. The sub has the power of the safe word and the dominant serves their kinks and fetishes, but it is the dominants role to place the veil over their eyes and make it seem like they have no control. It's a tough road to go down, but in the end it's really worth it."
"Is that what you do? With Emily?"
"Oh, I have no idea who is in charge anymore." I laughed as I stood up.
"Thank you," Louise said, "For coming over, you didn't need to bring the gift. I didn't want to approach the shop, but I felt so bad about what I did. You've made me feel better."
"No problem at all." I walked down the steps, "Please take good care of yourself, won't you?"
"Yeah, you too and take care of Becky for me."
Becky looked alarmed.
The shop bell rang as I pushed the door open, being greeted by the familiar smell of plastic products and latex was always something that brought me comfort, but the cat-eared, blonde girl behind the counter made a knot in my stomach. Becky was usually such a stoic creature, so something must have been wrong, for her to be looking that nervous.
"What's the matter?" I asked, closing the door behind me.
She didn't speak, despite how intimate we had been these last few days. It was as if I was a stranger to her; the young woman usually got like this when she was unsettled, she would just clam up and not be able to interact with everyone. She just stood there, her hands crossed around her stomach as her gaze went from me towards the back of the shop.
"Beck? What's up?"
"SAMMY!" Emily emerged from the warehouse, skipping towards me with enthusiasm and grabbing both my hands in hers the moment she got to me, "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy."
"What's this? You're cheery."
This felt off, the demeanor between the two women were complete opposites. Emily was probably in one of the best moods I had ever seen her in, yet Becky looked white as a sheet, staring off towards the darkness of the warehouse as if someone told her it was haunted. It was a complete contrast to how I left the girls a few hours prior.
Emily began swinging our arms around, "We've found something! Something new!"
"What is it?"
"You'll just have to see it."
"What is it?" I repeated myself.
"You'll just have to see it," she repeated herself.
"…Don't like it…" Becky finally spoke, it was so quiet, hardly even a whisper.
"What's that? What's wrong, Becky?" I looked back towards the quiet girl.
"Oh, don't mind her. She just doesn't like the thing we found."
"What do you mean find? Was it something Tanya had ordered in?"
"I… don't think so, but it says it's not for sale and Tanya told us we can play with anything not for sale."
"Are you sure Tanya is okay with you using it? Whatever this thing is?"
"Sure, I'm sure. Now come." Emily began dragging me across the shopfloor.
"Okay, only for a minute though. Are you okay to watch the shop for a moment, Becky?"
The girl behind the counter nodded coldly. I felt bad for leaving her alone in that state, whatever was back here must have scared her big time, but I made a mental promise to myself that this item would not take up much of our time and we would get back to the poor thing as swiftly as possible. Emily made no attempts to slow down, pulling me far into the reaches of the warehouse within seconds, not allowing me the time to mentally prepare myself for what this thing would have been. How would it completely scare one person, yet leave the other person as excited as a puppy going for a walk.
My eyes darted all around the large room, scanning for whatever items might have been new and stand out to me. At first, it was boxes, many, many boxes, which meant Tanya must have gone overboard with the most recent delivery, but Emily continued to pull me past the new items and further into the warehouse, into the same room Becky and I found that suit and proceeded to both get stuck inside it.
My nervousness hit, I hoped it wouldn't have been a new suit, I knew I wouldn't have the self-control to keep away from it. Yet, a suit wouldn't be scary at all to the girl behind the counter, she loved the feeling of latex against her skin in the same way both Emily and I did. It must have been something much more intense than that… but what?
I didn't have the time to think, I was being brought to this item at impressive speeds. Emily finally let go of my hand the moment we were past the wall and into the small room in the corner of the warehouse. She didn't say anything, neither did I. We just stood there in dead silence as my fresh eyes looked over the large item in front of me, Emily had seen it before and yet she was still taken back by the view.
An item like that was hard to recognise at first. You looked over it and your mind slowly made up the pieces, like looking at the image a puzzle makes over time. At first you have no idea what you are looking at, but you check every corner, every single piece that makes the item up and you realise what it is you are exactly looking at.
In the middle of the room was what looked like two sheets of latex that were wrapped around a frame. A solid square base supported the frame, making it stand up to around 6 feet tall. Even stationary, it looked as if the shiny material was wobbling and trembling with each moment, as if the outside wind was pushing against it. I began to walk around it, noticing each step I made on the concrete floor caused a shimmer against the latex; this frame was that sensitive against any form of movement in the room.
My short journey around the product, the material looked wet, as if it was soaked with silicone lube. This was a typical product Tanya used on the outfits to make them look shiny and new. However, she used it sparingly, this product seemed to be coated in the substance.
"Touch it," Emily ordered.
I looked towards her for a second, then back to the item. I stuck my hand out and walked close gingerly, until my digits brushed against the lube soaked sheet. It indeed felt wet, almost instantly my body was covered neck to feet in goosebumps, a similar feeling I had when trying on my outfit for the first time. I couldn't describe the feeling, it was odd and somewhat disgusting to feel the material in front of me, yet my body reacted in a completely different way, the trembling in my skin from the goosebumps was the first thing I noticed, but after a few seconds of warping the latex with my hand; I soon felt something burn down below, yearning for attention.
I pulled my hand away and immediately brought my other hand to try and slap the water-type substance from my fingers, but I soon realised my hand was completely dry, not a single drop of what I assumed to be the silicon lube was on my skin.
…This thing was completely dry… then why does it look like that?
"Do you think it's one of those vacbeds?" she asked, "It sure looks like one to me."
My ears perked up… vacbed? That actually makes perfect sense. My mind went to vacbed from the moment I saw it, yet my brain began to believe otherwise. It didn't look like any vacbed I had seen before online, but this one didn't look like it was commercially used; This one looked homemade.
"I think you are right, Em," I agreed, taking in my hand once more to touch the weird form of latex that hung on the frame.
Upon closer inspection of the base, I could see a hose expand from the frame, sitting ideally for use and right next to it sat a small valve, which must have been used to stop air flow to the rest of the product. That must have been how the user would suck out all the air, trapping the person inside and the valve sealed them permanently in that state, so whatever device they used for sucking didn't have to be on all the time. The person in the frame would then be at the mercy of the person outside, until they finally turned the valve the other way and allowed air to reach their body. Not being able to do a single thing but breathe out of the small, thin pipe that hung around head height from the latex sheet.
I relayed this to Em, showing her all the points of the product and how they worked. My sister watched with increasing enthusiasm, gleaming at the thought of what it could do.
"So… did Tanya put this together?" I left the question in the air.
It didn't look like something she ordered, I could almost guarantee that this was made in someone's house using sheets of latex and PVC pipe. Then, why would she have brought it here? Did she know that we would take an interest in it? Like how she knew someone was going to try on that outfit after Becky got stuck in it. I quickly glanced around the ceiling, there were no security cameras in this one spot, so she wouldn't get any pleasure out of watching back the video footage.
It was all one big mystery.
"I want to try it," Emily grinned, placing herself right next to me.
I laughed, "Go in then."
"I don't want to be the first to try it though, you go in first and I'll go in second."
"How do you know I want to go in there?"
Emily stared into my eyes with a dull expression, "I know you want to try it out."
I sighed, "I can't deny that I do, but I don't want to be the first one either."
"Well… one of us has to go first."
"We don't have to go in, we could just leave it alone."
"But where's the fun in that?" Emily sulked, "Besides, it's not for sale and Tanya did say we can try out any item that isn't available for the customers."
"Then how do we figure out who goes in first?"
Emily thought for a second, then her eyes lit up as if she had the best idea in the world, "Rock, Paper, Scissors? Whoever wins gets to go second?"
"You're such a child… Ready?"
"Yeah."
My sister and I turned towards each other with our hands out clenched, within moments our hands rocked upwards as we played this game of hers.
"Rock, papers, scissors… shoot!" We both called out in unison.
I immediately cringed, "Shit!"
"Ha! Ha! Ha! I win… you lose!" Emily danced in glee.
She was always such a sore winner. I stared down at my hand in the 'paper' formation against my sister's hand which had the index and middle fingers separated, which was the 'scissors' position. It was such a dumb game, but meant that I had to be the one to test this machine out first. Somehow, doing that little game had made me more nervous, now I had to go inside the vac bed, when before it was just an object I was admiring and the idea of using it was a erotic idea.
"Okay, let's get this over with," I sighed, kicking off my shoes.
Emily's mouth widened, "You're going in naked?"
"Yeah, I'm not going to feel the effects of the machine with my clothes on, don't you remember that lesson from the first time I locked you into the original pet play outfit? Being naked makes it so much more intense."
"I thought you said that just to tease me."
"That too. Can you get the vacuum from the storage room?"
Emily jumped and turned around, running out of the room and leaving me alone with the device. I kept breathing loudly and slowly, hoping that would calm my heart down, it was pumping so loudly I could hear it in my ears. I undid the buttons on the black denim overalls and let them fall to the ground, after that the undershirt I wore met the same fate. Suddenly, I was standing in the middle of the room in just my underwear, constantly moving my bare feet so my soles won't feel the cold, cement ground.
"Got it!" Emily ran back into the room with the vacuum cleaner in hand. Grabbing it off her, I asked her to attach the power cord to the outlet on the wall, whilst I attached the hose to the base of the bed. It was all complete within seconds.
"Aren't you going to get completely naked?" Emily asked, looking my barely clothed body up and down.
I rolled my eyes, reaching up for the clasp of my bra, within seconds this was off and on the floor, followed very swiftly by the underwear I wore. Emily squirmed, clapping her hands together and staring at my now naked body as if it was the first time she had laid her eyes on it.
I reached around the side of the frame, allowing the latex sheets to separate away from each other; this gave me just enough room to step inside and place myself on top of the stand the piping and latex was attached to.
"Turn on the vacuum when I say go? Okay?" I yelled to Emily, hearing the trembling in my voice.
"Of course, have fun," my sister responded, sealing the layers of latex behind me.
The two sheets made the inside feel much more claustrophobic than I thought it was going to be, and the material let in absolutely no light. Once Emily sealed me in, I had to go in with touch, trying to find the breathing tube before we could get the bed working. The latex felt just as intense on the inside, feeling the somewhat wet latex teased my fingers and returned the goosebumps to my body, the yearning to touch myself became harder and harder to ignore. The sealed bed let in no sound, allowing the heavy beat of my heart to take over my ear drums.
I finally found the hole, it was slightly above where my mouth sat, causing me to get onto my tiptoes to reach it. Once I did, I tried to tell Emily that I was ready, a difficult task as the tube stopped my mouth from forming words correctly. However, I soon realised Emily understood me. At first I heard the quiet hum of the machine working, then the sound of air getting sucked out surrounded my ears, the latex screamed and whistled as the two layers began to seal in together, covering my body with the strange, yet familiar material.
It only took seconds before my body struggled to move, latex tightened around every single centimeter of my body, soon not even my fingers were free enough to move on their own. I was well and truly trapped. I assumed Emily then tightened the valve and turned off the vacuum as the only sound that touched my ears was my fast, heavy breathing. I tried to take in as many breaths as I could, a difficult feat once the latex restricted the amount my ribs could move, uncomfortable but not life threatening.
"Mmmmmph," I could hear the sound of my own voice mumbling through the breathing pipe, I felt so vulnerable in this state.
"Look at you Sam!" Emily's gleeful tone could be heard, but it sounded so far away for me.
I flinched… not that it meant much in this state, as Emily came up and placed her palm against my body, touching the top of my stomach, just underneath my defenseless breasts, "You look amazing, you look perfectly preserved within there"
I moaned again through the breathing pipe, now that the latex was sealed shut, the pipe was pushed as far in as possible without being too uncomfortable, it was unable to move in the slightest due to the vacuum around my body, not a single bit of movement was allowed in my new world. This meant the pipe was going to stay exactly where it was until Emily decided to open the valve, which stopped me from making any intelligible noise.
I began to regret not standing on something, as my feet were beginning to ache from being on my toes. Despite the ache, I had no ability to move them and get them into a more comfortable position, the latex sealed me exactly where I was, in the exact position I was in before the vacuum cleaner was turned on. This was my life for the moment, but Emily's travelling hand was the only thing that took my mind off the dull ache.
"Look at you," she said in a whisper.
Nothing could stop the woman's fingers as they pressed over my breasts, her thumbs lightly pressing over my nipples, allowing them to poke through the latex and show clearly on the other side.
"Mmmmppphhh!" I whimpered loudly, everything was much more intense than it had been before.
I was trapped in a world of darkness, my vision was the first thing to go upon stepping into this device and that was still true even with the material stretched over my eyes, the warehouse, Emily and everything else in the room was placed behind a veil of darkness. Sound was the second sense to be dulled, I could still hear my sister muttering to herself as she examined my mummified body, but it sounded so far away, as if she was in a completely different room, it was completely useless to try and hear any other noise in the shop.
Taste and smell were pretty much void in this situation, as the only thing my mouth could taste was the small pipe that my lips were wrapped around and smell was even worse, the scent of latex and what I thought was that silicon lube was so far up my nose, I was beginning to forget what other smells there were in the world.
That only left touch and that was the part Emily was taking full advantage of. Both of her thumbs glided over my nipples as her hands groped my breasts, not taking long before both nipples were pushing as hard as they could against the trap that enclosed me. I kept grunting, it felt as if my nipples wanted to be tree, escape this temporary prison and be held fully by my sister, but that was sadly impossible at this stage.
"Ow!!" I yelped, feeling teeth bare down lightly on my overly sensitive skin.
It was unbearable not to see Emily's actions at this time, but I knew she was biting my nipples through the latex, probably loving every moment of it. However, she soon decided to be kinder to me as the bite quickly led to sucking. The feeling was dulled by the material between us, but the sensation of Emily's lips over my breast was one I was very familiar with.
Soon, my grunts were replaced by gentle moans and sighs. One of my sister’s hands caressed one side of my body, whilst she continued to suck the other side. Oh… god, she was mean.
I didn't know what the time was, but it seemed to move still as she continued this action for what felt like a really long time, changing sides from time-to-time, but continuing teasing and toying with my breasts, the whole time my sex was growling for attention. The feeling of the vac bed sucked in around me and my sister's actions made it almost unbearable for me not to be touched.
"Em…" I whimpered the pipe, "Pwwwease, 'ouch ee"
I sounded ridiculous, I couldn't pronounce at all and I doubted she even heard me, she was far too go in her own world to be thinking about my needs.
"Em… pwease! pwease!"
I just needed something, everything Em was doing, this entire situation, it all caused my sex to scream for pleasure, to scream to be touched and played with without mercy. If I could have just moved my body a few inches, I would have thrusted my hips forwards and shown my sister that I needed to be touched there… but I couldn't, I was alone in that one position, cocooned until otherwise.
My nipples slowly became numb from her touches, from her licks, sucks and bites. My body no longer cared for this, it only cared for the glow downwards that was slowly becoming brighter, the glow that was an urging needing to be quenched. Without the use of my body, without the use of my mouth, Emily had no idea that I needed that simple touch more than anything else. To her, I was practically a statue, unmoving from her attacks.
'Oh…shit!' I thought to myself.
It was swift, but I felt one of Emily's hands travel down my body, down my stomach and quickly find itself over my sex. It wasn't deep or anything, but her fingers gently grazed the outside, enough to get my body and mind excited for further actions. Her fingers began a gliding action over that part of my body, slowly making small circles that were a terrible tease. I could barely make out the sensation of her fingertips over the latex, then her fingers began to dig in deeper and deeper. My breathing became more heavy as I tried to lie back and allow her to take over.
I could hear her gently giggling to herself, still with my nipple in her mouth, she knew she was in complete control and I was desperate for attention down there, she didn't need to see my face, she didn't have to hear my moans and pleas; at this point she knew me too well, she knew I would be begging for an orgasm.
"Mmmmppphhh!" A noise managed to escape the pipe, her fingers dug in further, this time reaching my needing clit.
Emily finally took her mouth away from me and spoke. "There you are." Her voice was almost like an echo, yet I could hear the glee in her voice as she realised she had me exactly where she wanted me.
I was too far gone to care, I couldn't tell if I had my eyes closed or not, the world was far too gone, but I imagined myself closing my eyes, lying back and letting Emily have her moment in control, I didn't care at this moment and just wanting to ride the train of bliss until I achieved the pleasure I was looking for.
Oh… fuck, it felt so good. Despite the power she had, she did not let up. Her fingers travelled down and up, the tips of her fingers travelling over my sex. It was a tease and made me even more desperate to be penetrated, but I knew this would have to do, the tight latex wouldn't allow any further than what was already happening. She was slow in the movements she made, knowing that her fingers were teasing me just as much as they were giving me pleasure. I didn't care, every single touch she gave me felt like a blissful agony, I wouldn't give this up for the world. I wished I could reach out and touch my sister, hold her whilst she played with my body.
I stammered, letting out quick, stunted grunts through the tube as Emily's fingers dug further in, this time going in as deep as the latex will allow them. This time the teasing stopped, my sister allowed me to finally have the orgasm I've been craving since being sealed up. It was delicious, beautiful even. The world I was in trapped me in so tight, yet I was finally able to indulge myself into the pleasure I've been begging for, her fingers were firm and loving, reaching in as deep as they could, almost unaware of how amazing their actions were to me.
In my mind, I pulled my hands free from the latex and reached down, placing my hands over Emily's, as if I was helping guide them, helping each individual finger explore me further, reaching that part of me deep down that was begging to be touched. I needed it… I needed it so bad.
My eyes widened, despite my mind drifting away, I found myself still stuck in the same spot, latex sheets surrounding my body and refusing to let go. It wasn't my mind that woke me from my restless dream. but my sex that forced me back to this reality. Despite not being able to travel that deep inside me, my sister was bringing me to an orgasm. It must have been the enclosed feeling of latex, being trapped in this artificial cocoon, it could have also been the relentless attacks Emily had on my body. There was nothing I could do but accept my fate. If Emily didn't suddenly stop her actions, I was going to have a silent and still orgasm.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, I swear her fingers were working faster and faster, not stopping until they had what they wanted. Did Emily even know the state I was in? Could she tell I was approaching the edge? Would she be able to tell when the feeling overcame me? Would she know when it stopped?
I… didn't…care, I needed this.
Her fingers continued to move at a quicker pace, causing my body to flutter once I reached the edge, everything went numb apart from the area of my body she was playing with. My eyes could only see white, despite the darkness that surrounded me… then I crashed. The orgasm hit me with much more force than I imagined it would, every inch of my body shook like crazy as the feeling overwhelmed me, the latex holding me still the entire time.
I was as still as a statue on the outside, but inside the vacbed I was shaking violently as Emily's fingers continued to work their magic. The bright light I once had in my eyes was now flashing red, my body swung backwards and forwards, my head shook violently left to right as I tried to comprehend the feelings overcoming my frame.
The feeling didn't cease, Emily didn't allow it. I was sure she could feel the light vibrations through the latex, knowing I was coming from her actions, but she did not stop and allowed me to orgasm against my will a few more times. There were no words to describe the sensation of being sealed into that position as orgasm after orgasm travelled over myself, even when the pleasure slowly transformed into a dull ache and my body was screaming at me to move.
I couldn't even tell how much time went by, I couldn't even tell you how many times I came. The world was dark but the feelings were so bright. Nothing outside Emily and I existed, whilst she was everything to me at that moment, I was just a toy for her amusement; forced to orgasm over and over without complaint, without a single word leaving my mouth.
Then it stopped.
Her fingers left my sex, her body left my side and I was once again alone in the darkness. At first I was relieved, I could finally focus my mind after being fogged up for so long, but the removal of Emily's body against mine meant complete absence of anything external from the outside world. I was lost in the world of the vacbed and unable to do a single thing about it. I tried pushing my body against the tight latex, hoping the valve was undone and air was being returned to my body… sadly, I had no such luck, I was still trapped within.
"Em?" I called out through the pipe.
Nothing, no sound, no indication that there was anything behind the black in front of me. I tried to move again, once again there was nothing, it still locked me in place.
"Em?" I called out once more, this time I could hear the worry in my voice, "Em? Em?"
"Don't worry, I'm here," my sister's voice called to me as her body was once again placed against mine.
"Em!" I wanted to say more but knew my vocabulary was limited.
"Sorry, I just went to see Becky."
Finally, I began to feel the sensation of air against my skin. Emily must have turned the valve at the bottom of the stand and the latex finally began to let go of my used body. My sister continued to hold me as I was finally allowed off my toes and my body fell forwards, I could feel every inch of my body ache once the strict hold of the material was finally released. I wanted to cry, I wanted to crawl up into a ball, I wanted to…
"Do you want to eat?" Emily asked, the latex sheets were peeled away from each other, allowing the cool air from the outside to crawl inside with me, "I'm starving!"
To my surprise, Emily's face poked through and looked inside, a huge smile travelled across her face as we stared at each other. However, I was still being held from the outside, the slim arms of a girl outside the vacbed kept a hold of me to stop my body falling to the ground.
"That's Becky," Emily must have noticed my confusion, "Guess what, she's not scared of the vacbed anymore!"
I laughed lightly, that was the second time today I had confused the two girls for each other. My legs were screaming at me, but didn't deny me the ability to place my full weight on them, allowing me to take myself out of Becky's arms.
"It's your turn" I chuckled weakly, "We're taking turns in this thing, remember?"
"Yeah… but it can wait until tomorrow. It's getting late, it's nearly closing time."
"How long have I been in there?"
Emily's smile somehow grew, "A few hours. That's not the important question though."
I pulled myself out from behind the latex, standing on the cold warehouse floor as my naked body was fully on show for the two women, "What's the important question?" I asked, making my exhaustion apparent to the girls.
"Where do we eat?" Emily jumped up and down, eager for my answer.
"I could go for Chinese food," Becky squeaked.
"Or we can go Pizza?"
"Oooh, Pizza."
I laughed lightly, "I don't mind, as long as I don't need to drive."
Emily was correct, I had been in that vacbed from the early afternoon until the early evening. The sun was already in the middle of setting on the horizon as Becky shut the shop up. It wasn't a long drive until we reached our destination, Becky drove the old van across town as I rested against Emily's thin body, drifting in and out of sleep.
My sister couldn't help herself from taking the view in, watching me moan and squirm as she gently brushed her fingers across my face. I noticed she would get giddy each time I let out a soft yelp as the sensation of her fingertips would wake me lightly from my slumber.
"Stop it," I mumbled, brushing her hand away from my face.
She laughed, "You stop it."
"I'm not doing anything."
"You're being too cute, stop it."
"I'm not cute, you're delusional."
"I'm definitely not delusional, you are just too adorable right now."
"Awww, I think you love me."
I opened my eyes to see Emily smiling down at me, "I think I love you too. Do you love me?"
"Maybe…"
"Maybe? A whole year together and I get a 'maybe', you're so nice to me, you know that?"
"If you are good, I'll tell you how I feel about you sometime."
"Yeah? When will that be?"
"First thing tomorrow morning."
Emily guffawed, "You're going to tell me how much you love me first thing tomorrow?"
"No. First thing tomorrow we are going to the shop and you are getting into that bloody vacbed, so I can show you how it feels."
All three of us began to laugh, it was nice to hear Becky's giggle too.
"Okay, we're here." The driver parked the car.
"C'mon, Sam," Emily lifted me up off her and stepped outside the vehicle.
A moan escaped my lips, I didn't want to move, but the thought of food was a good motivator. I grunted with each movement, until I left the small comfort of the van and stood out into the cool evening. In front of us all was an American-style restaurant, we could even smell the food from outside the building. The warm lights inside the building were a beautiful contrast to the dark night sky that surrounded us.
"Sam, let's get in, I'm starving," Emily stated, taking my hand and pulling me faster towards the restaurant.
Once we managed to get through the doors, Becky's social awkwardness made itself apparent. The sound of almost a hundred customers eating at tables surrounded us as the short, blonde hair hid herself carefully behind Emily and I, even my sister pushed herself deeper into me as if comforted by my dominant personality.
I approached the person behind the till, a young man with short, spiked hair, wearing a white shirt and red waistcoat. He let out a wide smile as the three of us approached him, showing off all his white teeth.
"A table for three please," I asked, quietly… surprisingly, even my social battery was running low.
"Table for three… table for three" He repeated himself as he looked over the small computer for a second, "Could you please give me a second?"
The man then walked away, leaving us three in the reception area. I glanced around, watching all of the people at their tables, already enjoying the meals in front of them. The room was filled with people having a great time, all of them at this restaurant for different reasons. There was a party of women in the corner that we assumed to be a bridal party of sorts, there were couples on dates, families enjoying a meal away from home, there was Tanya with a woman…
Tanya with a woman?
I walked closer to take a peek, there was indeed my boss sitting opposite a woman who I didn't recognise. Maybe, this was the business meeting she was talking about? I suddenly felt blood rush to my cheeks, this felt like something none of us should have seen. What made it worse was Tanya glancing up and noticing the three of us standing there, looking at this intimate moment between the store owner and the mysterious woman. I wanted to run, but that would only make the situation worse, also I doubted my ability to run at that time.
A soft tugging from behind me took me away from the current situation, spinning my head around to see Becky pulling my shirt at the back.
"Sam, Sam," she whispered softly, "That's the woman who owned the store I was telling you about."
I turned back towards Tanya and the woman as the young woman continued next to me, "That's the woman who was selling all those hand-made petplay items."