Chapter 25
I watched as a ladybug crawled across the collection of leaves in front of me, I steadied my breathing whilst I examined how it crawled across the plants, easily moving from one side of my vision to the other, the last thing I wanted to do was to accidentally breathe too heavily and push it off it's path. The bug had been the most entertaining thing that happened to me within the last ten minutes, I had spent most of the morning chasing my sister around this new playground we found ourselves in, we seemed to have lost Thea rather quickly, unsure on whether the woman genuinely couldn't find us or if she let us roam around her parents garden as she went on to do something else. Soon, chasing Emily around became a struggle, the young woman managed to stay out of my grasp despite enjoying the chase and wanting to be captured by me; instead I turned to hiding in a nearby bush and then, waiting for her to crawl past, I would strike.
I glanced to my right, the ladybug had gone, I imagined it disappeared behind the large selection of leaves, I finally let out the breath I was holding on to, saddened by the return to boredom.
Once again wind picked up, moving the foliage around me, causing the leaves to crash into each other and blind my sense of hearing. I was listening out for any noise out of the ordinary, either a set of footsteps from the woman or the patting of paws from my sister. The wind only lasted a few seconds before stopping, returning the plant back to its original position, allowing me to hear a sound that was completely different to what I had been hearing for the last ten minutes.
It was Emily, the careful creature gingerly crawled up the path towards me. I risked a glance, hoping the black latex wasn't sticking out like a sore thumb against the green that surrounded me. Luckily, she had no clue where I was. She took every step as carefully as the one previous, looking around at every corner I might be able to surprise her from, she seemed more as if she was going to be attacked by an actual animal than her sister.
I counted every second, every step until she was right next to me, kneeling sideways against the bush I was hiding in and in the most vulnerable position she could have made herself into.
'NOW!" I screamed to myself mentally, leaping out of the bush with as much power as I could muster.
A quick squeak came from Emily, turning sideways as she raised her front paws in order to protect herself. I fell on top of her, wrapping my arms around as we rolled onto the soft, neatly cut grass next to the path. Emily landed on her back, her paws instantly going into the begging position as she realised she was finally caught. I brought my muzzle down onto her soft belly, pretending that I was digging my teeth into her addictive skin and feasting on her, like a lion who caught her prey.
My sister laughed silently, squirming lightly from where my mask was gently tickling her body. I pretended to eat her for a few more seconds before I finally stopped and looked into her eyes. I was breathing heavily, the sudden outburst of strength took more out of me than I cared to admit. However, I noticed Emily wasn't looking at me in the usual way, her paws remained in the begging position but her eyes were staring past the creature in front of her, passing the latex and looking directly at me. It was eyes that I had seen hundreds of times before, telling me that they wanted more than just to play in the suits, they wanted me…
I felt my body become very warm whilst trapped in the latex, somehow it was a simple act like this from Emily that turned me on more than anything else had before, her eyes were looking past mine, into my actual being and communicating to me that she needed me, she didn't care that she was in a stranger's garden or the fact that we were miles from home. Her body needed pleasure and I was the one who needed to do it.
What made it worse was the way she was breathing, the sound of her heavy breaths echoed out of her mask, causing her chest to rise and fall to a dramatix extent, making it far too easy to notice her breasts moving along with it, begging to be teased and played with. It turned the silly game we were playing into a fight to control my sexuality, to resist the overwhelming urge to give into Emily's silent demands.
I couldn't fight it, I knew my body needed her as much as she needed mine. I wasn't sure how long we had left or if we would be able to quench the urges we were having at that time, but I began holding my sister down by placing my paws on her body, I moved my legs in between hers; I could already feel the heat from her sex radiating outside of the latex. I.. I needed this so much.
"Samantha! Emily! That's where you've gone off to" Thea's voice surprised us from behind.
Emily jumped as soon as those words flew past us and I instantly lost my balance and fell onto the ground next to her. Somehow the woman didn't know what we were doing, greeting us with a warm smile as she approached our red-faced forms. Either that, or she decided to ignore the act the two pets were in the middle of.
"You two have been out here for a few hours now," Her voice was so sweet, "You must be so thirsty. Come on inside, I'll get you two a drink."
She turned around and headed inside, leaving us alone for a short while. Emily almost instantly followed her, the idea of having a drink must have sounded much better than having sexual fun with her sister. I followed close behind her.
"Okay… If I remember correctly it comes off this way?" Thea spoke to herself as she hovered her hands over Emily's hood.
The lounge was much cooler than the sun-baked world outside, it was still the morning yet I was already beginning to sweat inside my outfit and not because of the way Emily looked at me. We were still kneeling on the floor, side-by-side as the lady placed two glasses of cold milk on the table in front of us, Emily and I watched with dry tongues as condensation fogged up the glass, causing one drop to roll down towards the wooden piece of furniture. It made it all the more tempting to have.
"Ah! Got it!" The woman shouted with glee, the hood finally came away from my sister's head, revealing a sweaty, but pleased blonde-haired girl, giving the creator of the suits a loving smile.
The pink pet leaned back, "Thank you."
"Oh wow, you are so pretty. No wonder Tanya loves having you around."
My sister grinned, having a full conversation with someone she didn't know too well wasn't exactly her strongest point. Thea picked up one of the glasses of milk and placed them between her paws, only letting go once she knew my sister had full grip of the item within her bound hands.
"Is that okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine" She smiled again and wasted no time drinking, I watched in envy as she swallowed the milk in mouthfuls, draining the glass within seconds.
One drop managed to escape her mouth, travelling down her chin and dropping on her latex bound chest. The pervert in me couldn't look away, watching the drop travelled down her breasts before falling onto her leg.
"I felt milk was appropriate," Thea laughed as she made her way to me.
This time the unlocking of the hood was far smoother and quicker, the cool air hitting my sweaty skin was almost heaven to me. I let out a few deep breaths, enjoying the oxygen that was not filtered in the latex.
"Oh… wow, I have two cuties in my presence," Thea giggled as she handed me the glass, placing it firmly within my paws just as she did with Emily moments before.
"Thank you," I smiled.
I looked over at my sister, who was still kneeling next to me with the now empty glass in her hands. It looked like she was completely focused on not dropping it onto the floor, using all her energy to keep it locked between her paws.
"Oh… sorry," Thea said, noticing my sister's predicament, "I'll take that."
I placed the glass up to my mouth and savoured every drop of the delicious liquid, not drinking the entire thing in one go as Em did moments before.
Thea sat herself onto the wooden table, taking her time looking at the women we were underneath the suits. I was too focused on drinking, but I could see her glancing between us both out of the corner of my eye.
"So… how did you get into this?" she asked, "I knew it was a niche when I first made the suits, I didn't think I would have two cute girls actually interested in wearing them?"
"I love wearing it," Emily said without hesitation, "I would wear it all the time if I could. We did have an outfit before Tanya showed us these ones, but that ripped sadly."
"Ripped? Latex doesn't rip easily, how did that happen?"
"My mother found out about mine and Sam's relationship, I was so nervous about it that I wanted to lock myself in the suit and forget about being a human for a while, I…accidentally stepped into it incorrectly and tore the outfit in two… I miss wearing it, it was fun."
"I bet it was. If you don't mind me asking, why were you so worried about your mother finding out about your relationship?" Thea leant down and whispered to Emily, but it was loud enough for me to hear it, "Is she homophobic?"
Emily laughed, "No, of course she isn't. Samantha is my sister!"
I couldn't finish the milk fast enough, I swallowed the rest of the liquid down before taking the glass away from my face, "Step-Sister! Step-sister, I am her step-sister… not biological or anything!"
Thea's initial surprised look almost instantly went into a smile, "Thank you for clearing that up, honestly I assumed there must have been some connection, you two look very similar."
"We don't… Do we?"
"Well…" Thea took the glass from my paws and placed it on the table behind her, then she placed her hand underneath our chins as she glanced between us both once more, "Hmmmm, well you both have the same nose… that's for sure. Obviously hair colour is completely different, Emily's eyes are a little higher up, but Sam has a slightly wider chin."
"See, we aren't that similar."
"But… the look in both of your eyes feels the same…despite the difference in colour. Your ears are almost identical… which is weird. You both have cute dimples in your cheeks when you smile, are you sure you are directly related?"
"No… no we aren't" I said almost immediately, although I found myself grinning at the situation.
"Well, you both are cute either way, absolutely adorable."
"So… you aren't weirded out?"
"About what?"
"Us? Being step-sisters?"
"Oh… yeah, I am not going to lie, I do find it a little odd. I wouldn't be caught dead doing anything with one of my family members, even if we aren't directly related. But, you said you weren't biologically sisters and it's your lives at the end of the day, the last thing you should worry about is other people's inputs… just live the way you want to."
"Thank you."
"Hey… do you guys want to see something cool?"
Both Emily and I nodded enthusiastically, Thea almost jumped up onto her feet and began to leave the room.
"Follow me!" She called out.
It was a short crawl from the room we were in to the room that Thea wanted to show us, but Emily and I were eager due to the enthusiasm in her tone. So it was a surprise to us when Thea showed us the room she was excited about was in fact her bedroom, it was small, cramped but overall had a lovely tone to it. The single bed that filled most of the space has a thick knitted blanket covering the mattress, along with a set of cushions with a simple flower pattern on it.
Apart from that, storage for clothes and books filled the rest of the space, covering the faded cream-coloured wallpaper. On top of one was a small TV that looks like it hasn't been used in nearly a decade, it must have been an ancient piece of technology before Thea left.
"So here we are." Her tone seemed to dwindle slightly, "This is where I am staying until I get back on my feet. My parents hadn't touched it since I first moved out, they love keeping things as they are… I know I should be grateful as I had a room to come back to… but I did wish they did something with it, maybe a craft room for Mom or a storage room for Dad, I dunno."
Emily and I crawled further in, taking a long look at the unremarkable, yet cute space the woman occupied. The bedframe creaked as she placed her weight on it, sitting at the very corner of the mattress, waiting for us to get accustomed to the new location. Emily gook longer to look around, her eyes glanced over every piece of fiction and non-fiction the older woman had on show, seemingly getting excited whenever she saw a title or author's name she recognised. Neither of us interrupted her, instead we waited until she had looked over the last book and joined us as soon as she was done.
"This is what I wanted to show you." Thea smiled as she reached underneath her bed, bringing out a well-used, large cardboard box, "I was unsure if my parents kept this, but it's still here. If you both are interested, this is all the information I gathered when I was making those outfits. From all of my research to the materials I had gathered."
She reached in, grabbing folders and pieces of paper. She even brought out a short sheet of black latex, "This is the last of the material I used to make your suit, Sam."
She placed the sheet against my arm, it was the exact same colour, although the outfit had a slight grey tint to it in comparison. It was a surreal experience seeing a part that wasn't used, I had never thought of it as being anything other than a petsuit, of course it must have been a whole sheet of latex at one point.
"So, how did you get into this?" I asked, "You aren't that old, but it seems like you made the suits a long time ago… how old were you when you designed them."
Thea laughed, "How old do you think I am?"
I knew I was in dangerous territory, I didn't care much for age but I knew many other women did. Tanya was always touchy about the subject, so I never had the guts to actually confront her with the question. However, Thea was looking at me with a casual and humourous demeanor, she even leant down so her face was closer to mine. I could see the beginnings of laugh lines by her mouth, along with a few wrinkles at the forehead, but they weren't deep by any means and there was still a youthful look in her eyes.
"Thirty… two-three?" I asked.
"Oooh, close. I am thirty-five… well, thirty-six soon." She seemed happy that I went lower, but it genuinely was how old I thought she was. She had a very youthful appearance, but a more mature mindset.
She continued, "I was in my early twenties when I came up with the idea… but I was into it much earlier than that…" She looked between Emily and I, "It's not weird talking about fetishes with you guys, right?"
I looked down at my body, my frame being bound on my knees within the very latex she created, the material that was hugging my skin tightly and showing off my breasts with my nipples poking through, "No… it isn't weird at all."
She laughed, "Well, my parents are what you can call… extremely vanilla, I never even had the sex talk with them, I had to learn all about that at school. So, you can imagine what went through my head when I first found online porn for the first time."
"I can imagine," I grinned.
Emily stuttered, "I've never really watched any of that stuff."
"You can see Emily is still very vanilla too, despite… you know."
Thea and I laughed before she continued, "I remember the first time I saw a woman wearing a latex outfit… I'm not into women or anything, but seeing her body in that shiny material ignited something inside me. It truly blew my mind when I saw a petplay video for the first time. I couldn't think of anything else for a long time, it got so bad that I knew I wanted to do something similar… So, I found nearby clothing design classes and ordered some latex sheets online… it was the black material you have on you right now, Sam."
Thea mind seemed to remove itself from the present, she continued talking to us but her eyes were vacant, as if she was reliving the moment as she told it, "I was so scared when the material arrived, I grabbed the box from the delivery guys hands and ran into my room, storing it under my bed. That night, when my parents were asleep, I opened the box and felt the sensation of the material against my skin… it was something else, so unique and unlike anything else I had ever tried before. "A few days later I went to my first class; smuggling the latex in my bag. It was a small group of like five or six people, but it was so welcoming. That was where I met Tanya for the first time, she was so sweet to me… which I realise was just a front."
This time the three of us laughed, it's hard to imagine a younger Tanya, especially being so friendly with Thea as they were completely different people with extremely different personalities, but then I couldn't imagine the woman in front of me being the maker of our outfits.
"After the class I spoke to the teacher. She was such a kind-hearted woman with a warm smile. During the time I spoke with her, I found out she had a husband and a child, the class was a hobby of hers that she did one day a week after her job… and I was a horny twenty-something year-old with a sheet of latex in my bag and the desire to make it into a full outfit."
Emily placed her paws in front of her mouth, imagining the shock of what the teacher went through.
"I was so nervous talking to her, I couldn't imagine doing it nowadays. I was just a horny kid with a fetish and I approached a wife and mother about making a sexy outfit for a pet slave… but she said 'Yes'. I remember seeing her lift out the sheet, feeling her hand against the material as I went over everything I knew about latex and petplay, she agreed to everything. She said she had never tried using that material before, but she was up for the challenge and she was happy to teach me everything she knew."
"Wow…" I muttered, "She must have been very open-minded to try that out, I would have thought she would have kicked you out."
"She didn't. So we had the usual lessons everyday but she stayed with me for an hour afterwards to go through the process of making a pet suit. Tanya eventually figured out what we were up to, she never joined us… but I began to see another side of that woman, Tanya became very open with me about her sexuality and having the idea of opening a sex shop one day or something similar. "After a few months we had finished the outfit, the hood was by far the hardest part. Using my body as a template and wearing a bra at all times, the suit was a perfect fit…"
I looked down at my body, taking a moment to see how well the outfit was suited to my body… we must have had the exact same body type when she was around my age. Thea took a moment to stroke the outside of the suit, still reliving that time with her teacher.
"So…" She cleared her throat, "Coming up to the end of the classes, my teacher gave us free-reign for our 'final project'. I knew what I wanted to do, I purchased some more latex online; this time it was the colour pink, and I redid the entire process of making the suit, remembering every single step we took from all those late nights. In the end I finished with an almost exact replica."
"That's my suit, isn't it?" Emily chimed in, seemingly very happy that the outfit she was wearing was finally getting a mention.
"Yeah, you were my final project. My teacher was so amazed at the work I put into it, that was the first time I was ever truly proud of myself. The classes finished, I became close with Tanya and helped her get her own store up and running, then I met a guy and the rest was history. I asked Tanya to store the suits away as my fiancé wasn't really into that sort of thing and I gave up the practice of making suits. I continued knitting but only recently got back into latex after the divorce, it was that vacbed you saw at the back of Tanya's store."
"Oh…"
"Yeah, the vacbed you became quite acquainted with," Thea laughed, "It's okay, I'm glad you used it, did you like it?"
I shifted, "Yeah, it was rather intense, but… interesting."
"I'm glad you liked it. Well, that's my story. Unfortunately, it's not anything special, but I thought you would like to know the history of your outfits."
Emily crawled forwards to get closer to the woman, "Are you still in touch with your teacher?"
"No, I tried finding her online after I moved, but she didn't have any social media. I was hoping to get back in contact with her when I came back here, but it seems that she had moved recently."
"Wouldn't Tanya know her? She's not the type of woman to let friendships go, I'm sure she would know where she moved to," I chimed in.
"I wanted to ask her. I did bring up the topic yesterday when we were at the restaurant, but she was very eager to change the conversation, I guess they must have had a falling out or something?"
The room went quiet, from what Thea said about the teacher, she wasn't the type of person Tanya would have got in a conflict with. The store owner was very easy going, as long as you weren't a mean person, she got on really well with you. Something seemed rather odd about that part of the story.
Thea began looking through the many pages in front of her, she began muttering about how much work the suits were, especially mine as I was technically wearing the 'prototype' suit. Despite the amount of work she had to put into it, we could see she was proud of the overall result. It was an odd sensation, seeing the look of love come over Thea's face, not for me as a person but for the attire that hugged my body.
As she was fumbling with the papers, some of them fell to the floor and the older woman instantly leant down to pick it up. I could see briefly that the paperwork was filled with words, numbers and diagrams, all rather boring and tedious looking work. Inside a few of the papers was one photograph, one that made Thea's face melt the moment she placed it on her lap to look at it further.
"Oh… wow, I forgot we took this," she said, her voice much softer than I had ever heard it before.
Emily immediately crawled to her side, almost looking over her shoulder and intruding on her moment, "What is it? Oh… she looks beautiful."
"Yeah, that was my teacher, Natalie," Thea held the photograph closer to Emily, "That's me and Tanya next to her."
"Look how young Tanya looks, you don't look a day older than you do now."
"Thank you, but don't let Tanya hear you say that, you'll get a sore butt," Thea giggled.
"Can I see?" I asked, crawling closer to the two.
"Sure thing."
Thea flipped the photo around, showing off her younger self along with a younger version of the store owner I knew so well. The two women were smiling brightly whilst the teacher stood right in the middle of them with her arms over their shoulders. She was stunning, a bright, white smile that shone through against her thick brown hair. Her eyes were wide and took most of the attention of the picture. The woman looked so familiar to me, almost as if she was…
A chuckle unintentionally left my lips, it was an absurd thought I had for just a brief second, maybe with the name Thea just said, Natalie… it might have caused my brain to mix up the image of the woman who taught Thea how to make these petplay outfits and the name of a person who once meant so much to me. I closed my eyes and shook my head, the thought became more absurd the more I thought about it, it couldn't possibly be true.
I blinked rapidly, trying to focus my eyes as if that would help me in any way. I looked closer at the image in front of me, of Thea, Tanya and Natalie.
It… it couldn't be…
It was…
My muscles lost all strength almost immediately, causing me to crash into the bed, not even my arms had enough power in them to hold me up which forced my head into the knitted blanket she had covering her mattress.
"Sam?" Thea laughed, dropping everything to reach over and pick me up, "What's the matter? You drink the milk too fast or something?"
"Uhh… no… I uhh," I didn't know what to say, my brain wanted words to leave my lips yet there was nothing to say, what words would even describe how I felt at that moment.
"What's the matter?"
"C-can you take me back home? Please?"
"Oh… I can, I still have about an hour with you before we have to leave though."
"I'm sorry. Please can you take us back now? I'm not feeling too well."
It hurt to lie to the woman, but there was no other way I could see a way out of this without telling her what was really on my mind, but I struggled to comprehend the idea just in my head, how the hell was I supposed to put into words what was tearing me up inside?
She glanced at me and then to the picture that was still in her hand. It must have been that obvious that it was the picture that caused me to react this way. She looked closely at the woman in the picture, knowing that the teacher was the person who made me act that way, knowing that wouldn't have reacted to a younger version of herself and Tanya.
She saw right through my lie.
"Sam?" She asked, her tone similar to that of a disappointed mother.
"Please can I just go?"
"Do you know Natalie?"
"I… I…"
"Sam!"
The two women looked at me with both concern and worry. Whilst Thea did not know me that well, Emily understood that it was a rarity that I could ever get this worked up, especially by something as simple as a picture.
"T-that woman in the picture? Natalie…"
"Natalie Thayer?" she finished my sentence.
Emily looked confused for a second, "Thayer? That's your last name?"
The room went into an uncomfortable silence, Thea's eyes widened as she was working out who her teacher was to me. For Emily, the gears in her head worked a little slower, but she came to the answer shortly after.
I cleared my throat before confirming their ideas, "Natalie was my mother."
"Oh… wow," The woman said, unsure on how to react.
"I would like to go home now."
"Hey…" Tanya jumped from behind the counter, "I wasn't expecting you back for at least another hour."
Emily and I had run back into the store, the street was empty and the shop had no customers, yet we could not risk the chance of anyone seeing us in our outfits. Thea came in seconds after us, holding the hoods of our suits in her hand, which she placed almost immediately on the counter; in front of the store owner. The drive home was painful, even more silent than our arrival at the shop. It must have been strange for Thea too, despite the pain I was in, I tried my hardest to imagine the scenario in her shoes, realising that the daughter of the woman who taught her how to make the suits was wearing the actual prototype outfit from her story.
It was clear that something had happened between us, Tanya was expecting excited conversations between her pets and her old friend, from us spending a day with the maker of the suits and Thea to finally seeing her outfits in action. However, the silence was deafening. I didn't know what I wanted to do, I didn't know what I wanted to say. There was so much information to unwrap and the two women who shared the room knew more than I did.
"What happened?" The store owner asked, "Did someone die?"
Tanya's joke fell on deaf ears, actually seemingly in poor taste in comparison to what happened earlier that day. When no one acknowledged it, she fully understood the situation was more serious than she first thought. She looked from Thea, to Emily and then finally back to me, finally picking on me as I must have shown the most disdain at that time.
"Samantha?" She quizzed me, walking out from behind the counter, "Did something happen?"
If I didn't know what to say at first, I didn't have enough time to focus on the reality of it. It all seemed like a dream, a weird nightmare that merged my real life job at Tanya's, my petplay fetish and bereavement for my mother. Unfortunately, it was real… far too real.
"Did you know?" I asked the store owner.
It was a simple question, but I didn't have the mental capacity to put the question any other way.
"Did I know what?"
"I told her about Natalie," Thea said, her naturally caring tone still coming through.
Tanya had a look of confusion on her face before it dropped, her eyes widened and her mouth became wide open, "Natalie? You mean the woman from those clothing making lessons we had years ago? Where we first met?"
"Yeah, Natalie Thayer?"
"I… I mean," Tanya struggled with her words, "I must admit she did pop into my head when I first met Samantha, but I thought it was just a coincidence. So, Natalie's your mother?"
"Yes." My tone was still as cold.
"Wow… that's a lot to unpack. I wasn't expecting this. I honestly didn't know."
"Bullshit! How many people do you know with the last name of Thayer? It's not exactly common! Plus, I share so many similarities to my mother, you must have thought I looked liked her, atleast!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause an argument," Thea jumped in, "I just thought the girls would have been interested in the history of the suits."
"You didn't do anything wrong, Thea. Don't worry about it."
"I'm sorry," I apologised, covering my eyes with my paws, "I just…I dunno, I just need to get out of this suit… It feels wrong wearing it."
"I feel like I should go. I've done enough damage for today," the suit-maker stated.
"No! Thea, you stay," Tanya began commanding the group one-by-one, "Emily, you stay here and keep Thea company. Samantha, you are coming to the back with me, we are going to have a little chat. Becky? Can you please lock up? The last thing we need are customers coming in when this is all happening."
We all turned around to where Tanya was looking, in the corner of the room was the timid, blonde haired girl, giving us a short wave the moment we all noticed her.
"Another cute one," Thea tutted, "Where do you get all these girls from?"
"I can't believe this, I can't believe this," I said to myself the moment Tanya got me to the warehouse.
Tanya got in really close with me, her commanding tone was still there but it had faded since leaving the shopfloor, "Listen, I know there is much to digest right now. It must be very odd to think that your mother had a hand in making the suit you are currently wearing, but we have to put on a brave face. Now, I know you are angry at me for not saying anything when we first met, but I honestly didn't know you were related to her, go ahead and slap me if you think that will make you feel better, I'm more than happy to let you."
"No… I don't want to hit you."
"Good, I'm going on a date tonight and it will be talking point if my face is slightly bruised."
"I… just don't understand. My mother wasn't exactly the most vanilla person, I know that. But it's a huge step from that to making fetish attire. This… just feels so wrong."
"What's so wrong about it?"
"This is my thing. The latex suit, working with you, the… stuff I do with Emily. It was always our secret, something we hide from the world and only a few select people know about. The idea that my mother had a hand in making the sexual outfit that is currently on my naked body is too much to take, it feels far too weird!"
"Okay, let me help take it off then," Tanya's words were still surprisingly calming despite the situation I found myself in.
I turned around, allowing the shop owner to access the zip on my pack, "I'm sorry, Tanya," I said as I placed my paws over my eyes, "I just… don't know how to take this information, it's too much to think about right now."
"I understand, I really do. If I knew Natalie was your mother, I would have mentioned her when we first met."
I felt the latex lose its grip on my body, loosening up the tight material as the zip made the trip from my neck down to my butt. Usually, Tanya would only help with this small process, forcing me to remove my arms from the sleeves myself. However, this time she helped with that too, coming to my front and pulling the shiny material free from my limbs Then she knelt down and released the bottom half of my body, pulling the catsuit down to my ankles, giving me the chance to simply step out of the restraining outfit. Once I was fully free, Tanya folded up the empty suit in her arms.
"Y'know, there is another way you could look at this; a different way," Tanya's voice was calm and quiet.
I was standing completely naked before her, all the urges to cover my modesty had gone long ago. Despite this, I had the dire urge to get changed back into my normal clothes and run home, taking the time to digest this news in comfort. Spending the rest of the day in bed and under my covers seemed like a very appealing idea.
"What do you mean?" I asked, I couldn't hide the struggling tone of my voice.
Tanya continued to look down at the folded up suit in her arms, "There was no reason for you to come into my shop that day, when we first met."
"I was already bored of the town. It wasn't long since I arrived there and your store was something interesting, something new- something Emily and I needed at that time. Especially as Emily and I were new to bondage and your store provided those kinds of items for us."
Tanya laughed before she spoke again, "I needed a temporary store as this one was being renovated, so I just found one that was close and the rent was cheap. That was the store that you walked into that day. It was only chance that I took my business there, it was only chance that you and Emily came in that one day. You could argue that the same chance had you and your dad move in with Emily and her mother."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that there was nothing connecting us when we first met. We were just strangers with no reason to meet and talk, apart from you being interested in the stock I was selling. I didn't even begin to think that it was your mother's suit I had in storage… I didn't even think it would be something you'd want to try until you and Emily came to me with that ripped outfit. "There was nothing connecting us at all, yet you still found your way to this exact suit. The one that your mother helped make with love and respect. There were so many variables, but you still managed to find your way to this."
"… Tanya?"
"You might be confused right now, being in this outfit might be scary, or make you feel dirty. But I had a feeling that you were supposed to find this, you were supposed to be the wearer of this outfit. Your mother may be gone, but she's here right in front of you."
Tanya cleared her throat, almost as if she wanted to stop tears from forming before she continued, "This suit is a part of your mother's legacy. I understand that you need some time to figure things out, please take all the time you need."
I nodded, unsure of what else to say.
"I'll leave you alone for a moment to get dressed," the shopkeeper said, turning to begin to walk back to the shopfloor.
"C-can you leave the suit?" I asked, bringing my hand forwards, "Just for a moment."
Tanya looked back with a look of surprise, "Oh… yeah, sure."
She carefully passed the suit into my hands, making sure I had full grip of it before letting go. I watched a small smile appear on her face before she finally left me alone in the warehouse. I still didn't know how to take the information, but the shopkeeper's words calmed me down slightly. The suit felt different in my hands now, knowing my own mother had a hand in making the outfit seemed to have added weight to the latex.
The black material shimmered in the low light of the back room, taking advantage of the unnatural illumination to the full benefit. Even though I had only just taken off the suit, it had an addictive aura that made me want to put it back on almost immediately, even with the knowledge of who helped make it. It was an item of clothing that had brought me so much joy in the past, it was an item of clothing that connected with me on many levels, it felt like it was a part of my being.
I squeezed the latex in my hands, holding it as tight as I could before I brought it to my chest and hugged it as if I was hugging a person.
"Thanks, Mom" I whispered, a tear began to roll down my cheek.
"Dad?" I asked, my voice echoing through the seemingly empty bungalow, "Jane?"
"Looks like our parents aren't here" Emily's voice appeared behind me, as quiet as mine.
"Must be at work…"
The conversation was simple, showing off how drained I was after the physically and emotionally tiring day. There was a lot of information to digest still and I wasn't prepared to think that deeply into it at that moment.
"I didn't know your mother taught textile classes?" Emily asked, trying to void the silence.
"Yeah, it was something she enjoyed doing after work." I walked over to the sofa and collapsed on top of it, "She did it once a week, first of all it would only be for a few hours, then there was a period where she didn't get home until very late."
"That must have been when she was with Thea, didn't you question it?"
"I was around twelve years-old. My dad worked long shifts at the hospital, which meant I had the entire house to myself for an evening. I enjoyed every moment they were away. Little did I know that we would only have a few years left with her. Otherwise I would have cherished every moment I had with her."
"I'm sure she's proud of you."
"Thank you." A smile crawled onto my face, "I'm surprised you're not gloating."
"Gloating? Why would I do that?"
"Because Thea told us that my suit was the prototype, you got the final, complete design. You have the better outfit."
"Oh, Sam," Emily hummed and she got very close to me, "You know that the final suit would be nothing without the prototype."
"Awww, that's quite romantic."
Emily leant in close and pressed her lips against mine. It wasn't a passionate kiss, yet it lingered longer than a normal one. It was a cute reaction that emphasised the words she had just spoken, connecting our interaction about our suits against the relationship we had with each other. Eventually she pulled backwards, bringing her lips away from mine which allowed us to stare into each other's eyes.
This too was temporary, as Emily jumped up from her kneeling position and began to walk out of the room.
"Give me five minutes," she said in a confident tone, "Then join me in the bedroom."
"Em, I don't have the energy for sexy times tonight. Can we just cuddle in front of the TV for an hour or two?" I whined.
"Who says anything about sexy times? I just need five minutes and then come in."
She closed the door behind her, giving me the entirety of the room to myself. I began to hear the light footsteps of her feet walking down the carpeted hallway.
"Oh… fine" I said to the empty space, "One… two… three… four…"
The footsteps returned, this time running back towards the door at a much quicker pace. The door open slightly, giving Emily just enough room to poke her head though.
"Are you really going to count to five minutes?" She questioned me, chuckling at my behaviour.
"Seven… eight… nine… ten."
"I didn't actually mean five minutes, just wait until I say I am ready."
I stared at her with an odd amount of intensity, letting her know she had the five minutes she asked for, "FIfteen… sixteen… seventeen…"
"Oh!" She shut the door back up, this time slamming it accidentally before I once again heard the footsteps running up the hallway, a moment later the sound of our bedroom door opened and shut, confirming that my sister was now in a rush. I gave myself a short amount of time to giggle at the situation, Emily was an easy girl to agitate. Her general anxiety about most social situations was a fun aspect to tease, making her overthink what should be normal personal choices and acts.
I took the time given to me to think about one of the creators of the suit. I could see Thea working away into the night, making sure both the black and pink outfits were designed as perfectly as she could make them. However, I still struggled with the aspect that my mother was by her side during the process watching over as the suit transformed from a sheet of latex to the restraining material I wore very often.
I never knew that side of my mother, then again… I was very young when she had this project given to her. What would my mother have thought if she knew her daughter was going to be the eventual wearer of the end result? Would she be as shocked as I was learning about her involvement? Or would she be smiling down on me, enjoying every moment I was locked within? How would have she reacted to my relationship with Emily? Would that be another aspect of my life she would have been shocked by? Or would it have been something she would have loved and encouraged? Just like how accepting Jane and Dad have been?
I brought myself back to reality, giving me a second to look around the empty room. I had lost complete track of time with my audible counting ending at 'Seventeen'. Had five minutes gone by already? Or has Emily only been gone for a few seconds?
I jumped up and walked briskly towards the door, "Ready or not, here I come!"
"I'm ready!" Emily's voice echoed through the hallway.
I had to ignore the aches coming from my frame as I made my way to our bedroom. I couldn't recall the last time I had spent that long locked within the suit, almost the entirety of the morning and the early afternoon, I was crawling around the garden, pushing my body beyond its limits to catch the blonde-haired girl. It wasn't until I was out of the suit until the pain began to set in, telling me that I was no longer as fit as I thought I was.
The bedroom door was in reach and I wasted no time getting it open. I pushed against it to let myself in, not realising that I gave myself no time to think about what the surprise Emily had in stock. Usually, I would spend as much time as possible overthinking every aspect of the subject, going over and over in my head the meaning of her behaviour, analysing every sentence she said for clues. I would happily torture myself mentally as every possibility that would be waiting for me behind the door, but this time I had left my imagination blank.
Therefore, it wasn't a shock to my system when I was greeted by my sister standing behind the door, her hands nervously hanging at her sides as she had no intention to cover her naked body. Her breasts and sex were fully on show, fully in reach of me, not a single item of clothing covered her skin apart from the metal collar around her neck; which wasn't a possibility to be removed.
I should have been more surprised. It was a sight I had seen on many occasions since my arrival at this property. Emily's body had become such a common image that I could recall every freckle, mole and scar that dared to inherit a place on her beautiful, pale skin.
LIkewise, it had become so common for Emily to be naked in front of me that she never thought twice about it. It wasn't rare for us to have entire conversations together with our private areas on show. She hardly even reacted to Tanya and Becky seeing this side of her… so why was she so nervous.
Despite the common sight in front of me, it had no issues causing my cheeks to go flush, for my hands to begin shaking with adrenaline, for my eyes to drop and scan every inch of the perfect form in front of me. It might have been an image I had seen time and time again, but each time it filled me with an incredible feeling, her body never ceased to arouse my thoughts, to tempt my fingers from touching her and to plague my thoughts with all the sordid acts my brain had stored away.
She bundled her fingers into fists, trying to stop the shaking in her digits becoming too obvious, "I'm ready," she said with the same enthusiasm as before, when I wasn't in the room.
"I know" I laughed, trying to keep my eyes connected to hers, "You just said the same thing a second ago."
"No, Sammy." She cleared her throat and calmed her voice down, "I am ready."
I gave her a questionable look. The way she said those words were different but they were the same ones as before. Luckily, she didn't give me too much time to reflect on that puzzle before she sidestepped to her right, taking my glare away from her nude body and towards the object that sat on the bed right behind her.
A flash of steel gave the item up almost immediately, easily reflecting every light in the room no matter how dim it might have been. The object was one I had seen before, in fact, the whole reason we had it was because I was the one that ordered it. A surprise for Emily that had been put on hold and buried deep in our closet along with a few other items we had forgotten about and several real-world problems that delayed the item's introduction to our lives.
It was the chastity belt I had ordered for her when I was released from my own restrictions. My mouth hung open, not due to the belt itself but to the barrier that was finally taken down after all this time.
"Are you sure?" I asked her, walking towards the device and taking the thin metal into my hands.
She nodded, no words left her mouth, but she seemed adamant that it was time.
In all honesty, I was envious of Emily. Whilst I had experience in a chastity belt before, mine was much larger than the one I was currently holding. The belt that hugged my waist for weeks was a much thicker metal, Emily's was a beautiful rolled steel which would hang on her thigh bone and would allow for much easier movement. I had a much wider plate in the front that covered my entire pubic region, whereas Emily's was a smaller plate, covering only the entrance to her vagina. Whilst she would not have access to her sex and potential pleasure, these differences made the belt much easier to wear for longer periods and for the wearer's overall movements.
"Close your eyes." I commanded my slave.
She didn't just close her eyes, her hands were begging to move, desperate not just to remain at her sides. Her hands flew up and smacked against her eyes, her palms so tight against her eye sockets that I first thought she was hurting herself.
"Ahh! Just get it over with!" She grunted through her teeth.
"Are you sure you want this?"
"Yes! Yes, I am sure. I just want it on!"
"Okay, if that's what you asked for."
I knew Emily was having an internal struggle, but it was clear this was exactly what she wanted, I could see every aspect of her body trembling lightly, her fingers shaking lightly against her forehead after she plunged her eyes in darkness, her knees looking unable to support the weight of her light body and the fact her entire frame was moving backwards and forwards unintentionally and not remaining still in place.
This was what she wanted, I had to remember that.
I brought the device towards her, first of all placing the rolled steel over her hips, making sure both sides hung on her body without issue, then I brought the plate between her legs; bringing the restraint over her sex. Mentally, I said a temporary 'goodbye' to one of my favourite parts of her body before placing the metal over her exposed labia. To my surprise, the device had fitted Emily's body almost perfectly and only required a small amount of adjustments to make sure it could not be removed, almost as if the device had been tinkered with before.
When I was done, I brought all three of the pieces of metal together, the plate came up towards her stomach, at the end of the two parts that went over her hips were holes that connected to the top of the plate, I attached this as quickly as I could; not giving my sister the chance to overthink the situation and get herself out of it.
Once the two pieces were connected, they were all held in place by the padlock, securing the device onto her thin frame and ridding her of the ability to pleasure herself or be pleasured. I wasted no time putting the padlock through the hole, yet I gave myself a moment before clicking it down.
"You completely sure?" I asked, one last time.
Emily's voice trembled with her body, "Y-yeah, I am sure."
"Because once this is on, there is no telling when I am going to allow it to come off, you know I can be very mean when I want to be."
"But… I am sure you will be nice to me too… you won't be too mean with that control."
"Well…you never know. I was in the belt for a long time, I'm sure you can go the same amount as I did."
"T-two weeks?" She stuttered, still holding her hands over her eyes.
"Yeah, it's easy."
"…but, you complained the entire time!"
"Yeah… two weeks it is then."
"Sammy!"
*CLICK*
Emily couldn't see the huge grin on my face, I enjoyed teasing her a little too much; especially in these kinds of situations. The locking of the belt was almost too easy, just one, small simple movement and the device would cease to move without re-inserting the key. I could tell my sister wanted to jump on the spot, kick out her legs as my words teased her in more ways than one. I didn't have the restraint to hold her in that device for that length of time, but she didn't know that. To her, what I said was final and she would be without access for an entire fortnight.
"Take a look" I smiled as I stood up and turned my sister towards the mirror.
Her hands couldn't stop shaking, she slowly and eventually managed to bring down her arms back to her sides and take in the view in front of her. It was oddly pretty, maybe that was because the device itself was attached to the most beautiful woman I had ever known. The silver metal seemed to have been complimented by Emily's pale skin, the thin material of the metal not only hugged her body, but looked flush against it. At a quick glance, it was almost impossible to see that she was even wearing a belt, with the shiny surface of the device giving it away before a closer inspection revealed it further.
A smile soon formed on my sister's face. She turned her body to the side, inspecting her new form as if it was a brand new item of clothing. Her hand travelled downwards, first gliding down her stomach until it reached the unforgiving padlock. Her fingers gently pulled at the brass finish on the small item that was holding her belt in place, confirming that the belt was locked until the key was returned to it.
"What do you think?" I asked.
Her smile widened, "It's great, I love it!"
She pulled her hand away from the belt, trying to avoid how much her fingers were shaking. Her body spun towards me, her arms pulled at my back and she embraced me as lovingly as she always had done, pressing her head against my chest.
"I'm glad you do" I returned the hug, letting my hands explore her bare, naked back, "DId you know they also make chastity bras?"
"Oh, don't be silly."
"I'm not, I actually saw it in the ordering guide at Tanya's. It's a metal bra that locks to avoid touching the nipples."
"Why would anyone want that?"
"Well… for example. I can now touch and tease your nipples all I want and you wouldn't be able to do a thing about it."
"Sammy!"
"I'm serious. Imagine how horny you would be after so much teasing and not able to pleasure yourself in the end. I'm only thinking about you and your protection from me… I might have to order you one."
"Don't be silly."
"Right. You better get dressed, we have to assume Dad and Jane should be home soon and we can't have them catching you in that. We would have no end of questions."
Emily finally managed to take her grip away from me and began to pick up the clothes that were scattered over the floor, "Good idea" she said, carefully moving her body whilst she was getting used to the restrictions of the belt.
I glanced over the bed, the place where the chastity belt rested before it was moved onto my sister. I could still see the light grooves on the blanket when it supported the weight of the metal. The bed was empty. Then I looked at the bedside cabinet… It was empty too. Every piece of furniture was missing the one thing I was looking for.
"The… the belt. Was the padlock locked on before you put it on the bed?" I asked, turning towards my sister.
She pulled down the shirt she was wearing earlier over her chest, "Yeah, it was. Why do you ask?"
"So you unlocked the padlock before I came in?"
"Yeah, Of course I did."
"So, where is the key?"
"The what?"
"The key. The one that you unlocked the belt with? That whole point of this is that I hold the key to stop you taking it off."
"Oh… I left it on the bed."
"It's not on the bed" I turned towards it one more time, hoping my eyes would somehow catch the brass object. As if it would just appear right in front of me, "You haven't lost it already… have you?"
"No… no, of course not."