Shara - The New LatexDoll

By Rammaukin and KunKlo

Part 1

On an ordinary Friday afternoon, Shara, a clerk working as a secretary in an advertising company, was strolling around looking at the shop windows of the stores in the commercial district. Like every last Friday of the month, she had put on comfortable clothes that were easy to take off, so that she could easily give in to the temptation to try on a new dress or some other garment and maybe buy it. But what was typical of this day after getting her paycheck, was that today she was going to treat herself to a new pair of high heels.

She was addicted to heels, she had renovated her house to make a dressing room in which half of the space was just for her shoes. And she had her shoes sorted by day of the week, by heel height, by whether she wanted to be more or less comfortable. She had set aside a special place for her most expensive shoes and also her favourites for creating an impression. From that dressing room, without any friend or acquaintance of hers knowing, she had made a few videos for YouTube that she knew would appeal to lovers of heels and fetish fashion. Always avoiding showing her face or any detail that would make someone recognize her.

Today was one of those days when she hoped to be able to buy some shoes that were not run of the mill, that were extravagant, impossible looking, with which she would surely get more followers and thereby improve her earnings. And if she could also find some clothes to impress, so much the better. She even looked in costume shops for porcelain Venetian type masks, not minding if they were made of plastic. If she could further cajole her followers by letting herself be seen completely and still maintaining her anonymity, that would be great.

She wandered the streets of the shopping district, looking into the windows, hoping to see something that would catch her eye. Shara today was also hoping to find something nice to wear this weekend, to get really sexy and seduce again someone she already had in mind. For a moment while she was looking at a lingerie shop, she remembered how that person was running his hands over her skin. Those manly, strong hands, that knew so very well how to excite her body.

Shara walked down several streets, perusing all the shops for possible purchases. She had made a mental note of some of the clothes she had seen and which shops they were in. With the clothes she had some choices, but for now, she couldn't find what she had truly come for. After going into five shoe stores, she couldn't find a pair of shoes that were out of the ordinary. There were sandals of all kinds, shoes of all shapes, heels of all sizes. There were several models, that if you could combine them and create a single pair. . . she would have something worthy to use in her videos. But so, Shara was forced to keep looking, getting a little frustrated.

As she was about to return home, a shop caught her eye. She had never noticed that narrow alleyway in the cyberpunk clothing shopping district, where each shop was more outlandish than the last. If it weren't for the neon lights on the sign, “Your Sin”, she wouldn't have noticed that shop at all. It wasn't the first time she'd been in a sex shop, but it wasn't something she was in the habit of doing. At the moment she was entering, another client was coming out and he gave her a tremendous fright. He was the typical person who didn't care about the opinions of others, dressed in leather clothes, with his chest covered by a torn fishnet t-shirt and, for a man, made up too much, like. . . whatever urban movement he belonged to.

Shara stood watching the man leave, when the shop owner greeted her and invited her in. With some embarrassment she looked back and forth, in case there was another customer, but apart from the shop owner, there was no one else in the store. She took a deep breath and relaxed, and began to feel more comfortable knowing she was on her own. It wasn't her first time in a sex shop, but she didn't feel comfortable buying intimate things in person, preferring the internet. She always felt uncomfortable, when she felt someone's gaze upon her, thinking she knew what they were thinking about her when they bought something. For this reason, she never showed her face in the videos.

Now more relaxed, she began to look at the products on display, and the first thing that caught her eye, was a complicated corset, underbust, with a strap connecting to a collar that was the same shape as the corset. On the collar it said in dark gold letters "Sex Toy". Shara was impressed by the outfit upon closer inspection. Both the corset part and the necklace part had the same design, except for the detail that the neck corset had that characteristic witch's necklace design. Not very high, but high enough to cover the head from behind and limit the view from the sides. It looked like something out of a bad eighties epic-erotic fantasy witch movie, but with a careful and elegant design.

"With that you could charm any man right under your heels." - Shara suddenly heard behind her.

The young woman who was attending the shop, after seeing Shara, noticed right away that she was not a regular shopper in these types of establishments. So she had said that phrase to her, to get her mind focused on something that wasn't so embarrassing, and it seemed to work. Shara relaxed a little more and didn't look around herself so much. She noticed the amazing, shiny, pale pink latex Cheongsam dress with black lotus floral embroidery that the shopkeeper was wearing. She was also wearing a corset-like belt, much like the one Shara had been looking at, but without a collar. The whole outfit was very provocative, giving her a sensual and chic figure.

"Hi. I just wanted to introduce myself, honey. I am called Beky. I can see you're more of an online shopper, so I think I'll leave you a little bit to your own devices to familiarize yourself with the store." - said the shop owner, trying not to scare her.

"Look, down this aisle you'll find some cute outfits, toys are over there, leather clothes here and accessories and bondage items over there. High heels and stripper shoes are here and at the end of that aisle, you can find the most fetish like and the craziest shoes. Let me know when you find something that interests you." - Beky said, pointing down several aisles.

That last bit of information made Shara forget what she was currently looking at. She said thank you and went straight for the shoes. Her inner slutty self had always wanted a pair of stripper shoes to surprise a visitor. She already had more or less a picture in her mind of what she wanted. But when she reached the shoe rack she was overwhelmed by the sheer variety of rare shoes and boots on display. They were mostly available in black, white, red and transparent. The lowest heel was three inches and no platform. There were shoes with thin heels, wide heels, shaped figures, pony-boots and some that immediately caught her attention, the ballet-heels.

They were shaped like ballet shoes, but made of patent leather, on the instep there was a transparent sheet and two straps that crossed in "x" form , another one with a buckle that crossed the instep, and then a much wider strap on the ankle, whose closure had two small rings, to lock it with a small padlock.

"I love them." - she said to herself, marveling at the design and at the same time she was so excited to have found what she was looking for.

Shara had heard of them, and also, she had read comments coming from some of her fans. But until now she had had no interest, mostly because the ones she had seen as an example in a link, sent by one of her followers, was a rather horrendous design. But that pair was anything but hideous, she examined the shoe more closely and there was no doubt that whoever wore that pair of shoes would have to tiptoe like a ballet dancer. That shoe had caught her attention, they were perfect, with an elegant finish, just what she was looking for and she had to have them.

She picked them up and looked for the size of the shoe, and when she looked at the label, it wasn't her size. But then she saw something that further crushed her plan. To her big disappointment, right next to the size of the shoe, was the price of that shoe. It was totally out of her reach. With some annoyance she looked at the rest of the ballet-heels there. And she found some pink booties, vintage design. Shara took a closer look at the boot and the price seemed more reasonable than the shoe.

"It's not as pretty as the other one. . . but it will do." - She said to herself hoping it would have the effect she was looking for.

With the ballet-heels in hand she walked back to the checkout counter where the owner was taking a call. There was an open box next to her, while she was holding up a flesh-colored, see-through latex suit. As Shara waited for the girl to end the call, she couldn't help but overhear her talking about a "LatexDoll" model latex costume from something called "WomanDoll" that she had received. But only one had been delivered and she had ordered ten.

Shara visually examined the box the clerk had on the table. There were two things that caught her attention, right at the bottom of the box it said: "Designed to attract attention and not let anyone recognize you." Then Shara's gaze went to the top of the box, and that slogan captivated her: "Become your own Sex LatexDoll".

Part 2

Shara with her curiosity now well awake, couldn't help but be interested in that suit and ask Beky, the shop keeper, about it. Although she knew something about latex suits, she didn't own any. Her knowledge mostly came from celebrity magazines, as well as from a singer friend who occasionally had a catsuit or a dress made to measure. There were also suits and other clothes in regular sizes that made the price cheaper.

The girl explained that this suit was quite different from the normal suits. Apparently this strange catsuit was one size fits all and was made of a new latex fabric, which adapted to the wearer's body in a way never experienced before. And unlike normal latex, this new material would not tear, could not be easily cut, and would virtually last a lifetime. She began to explain the material, while showing Shara the details of the suit. The full body catsuit, was designed especially for those women who loved latex, enjoyed Zentai costumes and fantasized about being a doll. Just as those fans of collectible dolls, to give an example, she added, explaining further. But this model would take it to another level, apart from the fact that it was designed to be very provocative and extremely sexual.

The suit had a zipper running from the top of the head down to where the back ended. Socks and gloves were connected, with some kind of red gel-like nails, to disguise manicure and pedicure. The fabric was completely smooth, had no seams, was completely made in one piece, with the only imperfection being the zipper on the back. The material reflected a lot of light, to create even more the effect of being shiny latex. On the face part, there were only a few well concealed openings for the eyes, which could not be distinguished from the contact lenses that would go into the eyes. The nostrils were probes, which were inserted into the nose of the wearer and it would take a little time for the wearer to get used to them.

While the shop owner was explaining the suit to the curious girl, it became more and more obvious that the person who had designed the suit had thought of every detail. For the mouth there was something like a ring gag so she couldn't close it and there was a latex extension that went inside the mouth like a snorkel. For the private parts there was something following the same principle. That surprised Shara a little, but she soon saw the practicality of it, thanks to the good explanations that Beky was giving her. It even had a built-in air valve at the level of the navel. This valve was not just an ornament, depending on how the valve was turned, it helped to inflate the dildos in the wearer's private parts or helped to increase the size of the wearer's breasts.

As Shara listened to the saleswoman, she became more and more interested in the suit. It would be something that would help her to really get her website off the ground and increase her additional income, to support her expensive tastes and the trips to exotic places.

Thanks to Beky she found out that this particular model came with a complementary pack of what the manufacturer called "Complete Dollification". Along with that costume the purchaser would acquire a wig of her choice, an underbust corset, a neck brace or neck corset shaped like a witch's neck, a set of shackles or an arm-immobilizing sack, fishnet stockings and a pair of extravagant shoes. Except for the stockings, the previous pieces would all be given in the same color.

But as always there was a big "BUT". That suit, with its accessories was very expensive. It was over four times the price of a normal latex catsuit, something Shara couldn't afford, even though she knew the costume would help her get more followers to her website.

Beky, seeing then how Shara kept looking at the suit, despite the look on her face when she heard the price, decided to push her luck and to hand it to Shara, hoping to motivate her to buy it.

"I'm sure, with your model figure, it would look spectacular on you", she said, giving it to her so she could feel the touch of the suit. "I'd bet anything, that your partner will go crazy seeing you wearing it."

"Well. . .", she began to confess, "I don't have a partner. . . and the bad thing is, that I can't afford it." Beky gave her a questioning look. "It's. . . too expensive for me. . .", she answered, but she couldn't resist the temptation to take it and turn towards a mirror that was on a column, holding it in front of her. "But I wouldn't say no to being sexy wearing it, but it's a pity that I can't have it", she continued. "Oh, by the way, my name is Shara."

"Why don't you try it on?", Beky said with a confident look, "then we'll see if I can give you a discount, and if you become a member, I maybe can give you another little discount.

"Try it on? . . .Now. . .?", Shara was letting herself be moved to where the salesgirl wanted her to go and she knew it. Her rational part told her not to do it, because if she wore it and liked the way it looked, she would want to buy the suit even more. But she would get it dirty, Shara said to Beky, trying to stop herself from doing something crazy.

"I know when a girl has found her ideal latex suit", the shop owner added, to convince her to try it on. "And this, my dear, is the suit you want to wear right now. If it is too expensive for you, apart from our discounts, you can finance it without interest. And don't worry about getting it dirty, this model is very easy to clean. Everything is well indicated here in the box", Beky went on.

Something clicked in Shara's head. She looked at Beky and then at the suit. Now letting herself be tempted was a possibility, though the price was still far beyond her means. . . But at least. . . she could. . . know how. . . that full-body suit looked on her.

"And can I choose some add-ons?" she said suddenly.

Shara with temptation almost overpowering her and on the verge of curiosity overcoming her rationality, though she should immediately return the suit to the shop owner and thank her for the offer. However she didn't. She could imagine herself with the suit on, but. . . How would she look with the accessories?

"Of course. I will help you with them. With my experience and your body, we will make you the perfect sex doll that everyone would like to have. And for starters, what better than those pink high-heels, and I have a corset with its neck set, with this we could do it easily. . .", Beky said, keeping moving Shara along.

"Could it be those over there, the black ones that look like a ballerina's. . .", Shara dared to suggest, pointing to the shoes she had had to discard because of their high price. "With that corset set, with the witch's high neck."

"The balletheels with straps and the witch's corset. . . ?", Beky said. Surprised by the choice of her client, she looked for a moment at the entrance of the store, where that strange corset, that Shara had admired when she entered, was on display. "Shara, you show me that you have a great taste, you are already my favorite client. You are the first one that shows me that you have a real fetish taste. Please follow me to our VIP dressing room."

Part 3

The dressing room was spacious and had three big mirrors. There was a vintage armchair on the side. Shara wondered how she could be so easily manipulated into trying on the suit. But at this point she desperately wanted to know how she looked wearing it. She began to undress, taking off her top, skirt, stockings, panties and bra, leaving everything on the back of the cheslon. On a small table next to it was the set she had chosen, the suit, the corset and collar and of course the balletheels with the straps.

When she picked up the suit, she heard a voice from outside reminding her that she should be well greased with the oil gel before putting on the suit. Shara thanked Beky for the reminder as she had forgotten the bottle with that strange sweet smelling substance. Before starting to spread it across her skin, she wanted to know the composition of the lube, but the directions were in a language she didn’t understand.

Shara shivered and blushed when feeling the cold gel on her skin. She had really let herself be persuaded by a stranger to put on a suit, taken from a perverted story, to make her look like a sex doll. And what struck her the most was, the more she thought about it, while she was applying that thick gel-lubricant, the more she wanted to see how the suit looked on her. Its measurements made her doubt that she would really be able to wear it. Judging by the length of the suit, it seemed to be made for a much smaller person than her. Keeping in mind, that also the sleeves, the torso and the legs of the suit, looked too tight.

How at last Shara was completely covered from the line of her face down to her toes with the gel. She told the shopkeeper, Beky, who then indicated that now she had to put some lube inside the suit and then could start dressing. Shara pulled open the zipper of the suit and after she had poured some of the gel into the suit she began to insert her right foot through the opening in the back. Shara’s foot went into the suit, which somewhat mimicked the colour of the inflatable sex dolls. The first thing she noticed was that the suit was really tight, but the material gave way with relative ease to the pushing of her foot, moving to reach the sock. The cold material, together with the gel, created a feeling that, together with the tension of the material on Shara’s skin, made for her a sensual but somewhat strenuous experience. As she inserted the second foot into the suit, the shopkeeper offered to help Shara, but she declined. Even though it was a bit troublesome for her to pull the suit above her knees, there was something about it that was starting to turn her on.

After about twenty-five minutes, Shara was dressed up to the waist. The lower half of her body now looked like a doll, her legs now had the same glow and appearance as those of the sexist dolls of the eighties and nineties. And the feel of the rubber and that look of the artificial skin color, just heightened that idea, because the touch was very similar, but it also felt a little weird. Her hand felt something like rubber, but her thighs almost said she was wearing nothing and what was more curious, she could almost swear she had a little more sensitivity where she already had her body covered in latex. It was almost like having irritated skin, but instead of producing an annoying or unpleasant feeling to the touch, it was completely the other way around.

While pulling the suit up to her waist, Shara had had some awkward moments when she had to insert the tubes of the suit into her private parts. She was not used to having sex that way. At first it had felt strange and uncomfortable but that soon changed into a very pleasant and exciting feeling.

With every touch, Shara felt like someone was pulling her closer to himself, feeling that exciting magnetic contact. It was like that first hand-holding of a couple, a feeling of irresistible attraction, that made her want to feel the breathtaking skin more and more. Which caused Shara to start caressing the surface of the suit without being able to stop.

Shara felt that her heart was speeding up as she dressed. It wasn’t for nothing that she was getting more aroused by the moment. She didn’t realize it, but that lube oil had a special additive that enhanced the arousal and she was already experiencing the heat almost too much to go on getting dressed. She loved that feeling of having a liquid layer between her skin and the suit that made the latex give her sensual caresses in those parts covered. When she moved, when she lifted a leg, when something moved inside the suit when she rubbed it, she felt waves of pleasure. All that just made her uninhibited even more.

That layer of oil created a curious effect when caressed. It was as if the caress spread in waves on her naked skin or as if sensual waves were moving beneath the layer of latex, spreading sensually from wherever she touched herself. That feeling created a chain effect, because if she touched a thigh, she could feel it from her ankles to her abdomen, from her hands to her shoulders. The more she stroked herself the more sensual, the more pleasurable it became and that made her want to look more and more like a doll, sexy and provocative.

Then she looked in the mirror, and saw that she was not complete yet. She needed to see her whole body the way her legs now looked. And she began to pull the suit up, covering her belly, noticing that the suit had begun to absorb the warmth from her body and this seemed to help the suit stretch more easily. But the moment the pull on the material relaxed, it began to contract immediately, but adapting to the body of its wearer. As the suit went up, it stretched more easily and at the same time became tighter and slimmer in the areas already dressed. This was because it was one size fits all and the suit had looked like it was made for a smaller person than Shara, when it had been empty.

After another ten minutes, Shara was slipping her two arms into the suit, struggling to keep it from slipping off her shoulders, and trying to get the gloves well on each finger of her hands. The mask still hung from her chest, which began to feel more and more of the tension that the suit produced, even if the zipper part of the suit's back had not yet been pulled in place. But Shara gradually was making progress, consequently stretching the material onto her arms, until suddenly she instinctively stretched her arms to the sides and bent over backwards. With a slight rubber whisk, the opening of the suit moved to where it already should have been and Shara suddenly felt a tightness around her breasts that was at once constricting and strangely pleasant. She then noticed a detail that she had missed so far. The fingers of the gloves were joined by a short membrane, which went from the flexor to the middle of the second phalanx. Gearing the appearance of a hand of an aquatic being. The membranes would hinder any movement of the fingers, but they were definitely more practical than if they had shaped the hands into fists.

It was obvious that her reflection was a huge distraction, Shara couldn’t stop looking at herself. And with every look she wondered how she was going to make that expensive suit her own. But what she did know was that the more she was wearing it, the more she wanted to have it. She didn’t know how, but it had to be hers. Inside the suit she felt trapped in a sexual world she had never dared to imagine, and now she was intoxicated by it. She wanted more, she needed to explore all possibilities of this suit. But the hard reality was, that the price of that suit, focused on a certain economic level, was something which she just couldn’t afford. She was just hoping that the discount, that the shopkeeper might give her, would make it worthwhile to drag along one more expense every month until the suit was fully paid for.

However, although Shara was still missing the mask to fully take on the figure of a doll, dressing up was far from over. She still had to put on all the complements for “Complete Dillification”. Although she now looked like a sex doll, it was a fairly un-fed image, for her taste. It was like having sex with no foreplay, no lingerie, no adjectives to praise her beauty, no pretty phrases. So Shara picked up the first piece she wanted to wear, the corset. She had used several before, both to look attractive on a weekend with her friends and for the videos she shot at home.

Soon Shara discovered that her hands were now quite clumsy, due to the gloves of the suit. She tried several times, but she couldn’t fit the corset to her waist. So, seeing that she couldn’t put on the corset herself, she peeped out of the dressing room and called the shopkeeper. Beky replied that she would close shop and lock the door so that they would not be interrupted and given any trouble and would come to help her.

Soon a voice asking permission to enter, was followed by Beky. Shara then held out the corset and asked Beky to surround her waist, but Beky told her that she would have to finish dressing and close the zipper of her suit first. Then she wouldn’t have any problems to close the corset she wore

Shara grabbed the opening of the mask that hung over her breasts. She hesitated for a moment, but then she looked at her reflection once more. That semi-transparent suit seemed to fit her better than perfect, it was as if it had been tailor-made for her. It was tight, but very comfortable. She had felt burdened at first, but with each movement the tension of the latex seemed restricting, but at the same time it was like a second skin and adapting to all her movements naturally. In addition, the touch of the suit was changing, now it felt like it was a sensual massage. That seamless suit, made of one piece, exposed her entire body, giving her the appearance that she was an inflatable doll.

She stared at the inside of the hood again, having last doubts for a moment, thinking, with the this mask she couldn’t talk, just make muffled noises and growl. . . she’d be at the mercy of the shopkeeper. Then that last thought made her think that she would be like a real doll. At the mercy of the will of it's owner. . . trapped in that roll. . . being a sex object with no will. . . except to receive and give pleasure. . . "Here we go", she said feeling a blossoming heat beneath her throat and stretching across her chest as she had these thoughts. Bending her head, trying to disguise how eager she was to know how it felt to expirience what she had just thought about.

She opened her arms as her hands pulled the mask of the suit upward, at the same time she tried to insert her face inside it. Shara pulled and Beky helped her to make the latex start to give way and completely surround her face. Then Beky put her hand to the mouth of the mask and placed the snorkel between Shara’s lips and then pushed it into her mouth. And while she felt her head getting lost inside the mask of the suit, the probes entered her nostrils, creating a somewhat unpleasant sensation. Inspite of this and the fact that she could no longer close her mouth, Shara felt good, better than good, very sexy even without seeing completely, it was like being a sex goddess before having sex.

Part 4

Then Beky helped Shara gather together her hair, so it wouldn’t get entangled with the zipper and started to seal her completely inside the suit. As she listened to the sound of the zipper closing, Shara noticed that, although this tightened the suit, it now fit her perfectly, as if made to measure. The lower part of the hood was now completely covered by the neck of the suit, making it impossible to take it off without opening the zipper first. Now Shara was completely dressed in latex, from head to toe, leaving nothing of her to be seen. The Zipper was hardly visible anymore, almost as if it was no longer there. At the same time she felt that from her groin a moisture, that was not sweat, began to emerge. She would have sworn, that looking like an inflatable doll would never turn her on, let alone so much. What’s more, at times she would come up with bold ideas of when to use the suit, maybe even calling on the weirdo of her boss in his office.

Beky then picked up the next item and rounded Shara’s waist with the corset and started closing it. With each pull of the laces it became tighter and tighter. Shara had the impression that the whole suit did so too. As Beky stretched the laces, Shara watched her waist shrink up to a total of 4 inches. Then the shopkeeper stopped and asked her if she felt that it was too tight or if she wanted her to tighten it even more. Shara let herself be overwhelmed by the feeling of that garment, as she admired the figure of an hourglass she was beginning to show. Even though it was considerably squeezing her, she wanted more, not only a hint at the hourglass figure, she wanted to have the figure for real. She urged Beky to keep on tightening.

After tightening the corset and reducing Shara’s waist by 7 inches, the corset now closed completely around her waist. Beky then tied up the laces, placed the embellishment piece to hide them and immediately fastened the metal closures, which would prevent opening the corset. The corset, black with white stripes and and a white rear, now gave Shara the look she was after. Then the shopkeeper opened the neck-brace and took the front part and held it to its place on the front of Shara’s neck. It was exactly the same semi-transparent pink color as the suit with a black trim on the edges.

"Now look forward, stretch your neck and don’t move", Beky said, showing her something solid plastic with a metallic shine, the rear part. That thing made Shara start to doubt that this really was a good idea. "This Neck-Corset or Neck-Brace, will greatly restrict your head movements, and it will also greatly limit your periferial-vision. In addition, this model comes with a special closing mechanism. This detail is highly desired among true lovers of fetish clothing. But you have to be careful, it’s normal that you might hit something the first times you turn around or walk across the room, because of the limited vision." As she connected the two pieces together, Beky went on, "the neck-brace will also prevent the zipper from being opened." The joints of the neck-brace disappeared instantly.

Shara found she liked that complement of the suit, it was so sensual, so erotic and gave it a touch so. . . submissive. But at the same time it also felt dangerous, making her seem to need help and therefore even more seductive. She looked at herself in the mirror as the shopkeeper began to lock the neck-brace. The first thing that caught her attention was again the words “Sex Toy” on the throat part. That came as a ring to the finger of the set, giving even greater truth to the slogan of the suit. Besides, the mask of the suit, which did not allow her to close her mouth properly and even less talk, gave her an even more “SexDoll” look. That reflection, which revealed her current appearance, made her feel very warm and aroused. Sometime later the words faded.

Shara felt, as she tried to adjust her neck-brace, that she could not move or turn her head. Now she would have to rotate her torso at her waist or turn around completely to see what was beyond the sides of her field of vision strait ahead.

"That’s it", Beky said after the click of the lock sounded. "How do you feel? Everything all right? Move around a bit and let me know if the neck-brace or the corset bothers you and you want me to loosen it up a bit."

While moving around, Shara was amazed at how talented the girl was at making fetish clothing. The suit didn’t just look good or rather bad, it also felt perfect. The corset compressed her, but without leading to annoyance or pain, and the neck-brace held her head firmly, but with a feeling of delicacy. She tried to move her head again, but that neck-corset was as restraining as it was elegant. She couldn’t help but bring her hand to the closing mechanism on the back, showing a little anxiety. The lock was something she was barely able to feel, it was a small discreet opening that was hidden behind the decorative strings on the back.

"Calm down, honey", the shopkeeper told her, giving her two sets of keys, "the locks are shock-proof, they can’t be broken and can only be opened with their unique set of keys. No keys from any other garment can open them. When you get home, I sincerely recommend that you put one set in a safe place and while using these supplements always keep the other at hand."

With an excited “mmmpf”, Shara then turned around to give Beky the keys back, to keep them safe, while she continued to help dress her. Then the shopkeeper asked her to sit down and put on those sexy but almost impossible-to-walk-in shoes. Shara “mpfed” for a moment when she wanted to answer her, not getting the idea that with that tube in her mouth she could hardly say anything understandable. After she sat down Beky held out a pair of black stockings, saying she just had to wear them with the suit and then helped Shara put them on.

Beky, before putting the shoes on Shara’s feet, covered one of them inside with a thick, viscous, paint-like gel. While she was doing this, she commented that it was the latest trend in accessories, helping to walk more comfortably with shoes of this type, since the gel cushions and better fits the foot. With Beky's help Shara stepped into the left one of the balletheels, having to use some force to get her toes into the tip of the shoe. With a cloth the shopkeeper wiped away the liquid that came out of the shoe, so as not to leave any stains on the suit. Then she adjusted the posture and tightened the buckles.

Shara soon found out that this was true when she had her first foot inside her shoe. Now her foot looked like that of a ballet dancer, completely stretched. She then saw the details of the straps, they had the same look and effect as if they were real ballet shoes. Except for the tight ankle bracelet of the shoe. Thanks to the gel, she felt comfortable inside the shoe, despite the unnatural posture that was forced on her by those ballet-heels.

Shara released a muffled grunt from under the mask and quickly held out the other foot to Beky, for helping her to put the other one on as well. While the young shopkeeper repeated the process of pouring that gel into the shoe, adjusting it to her foot, and closing the buckles, Shara admired her foot already shoed, seeing it was sexually perfect. And just thinking about how difficult it would be to be able to walk with them, would give her the excuse and motivation to wear them over and over again.

Shara's mind started rambling as she watched the girl put the other shoe on to her right foot. Beky looked super attractive in that pink cheongsam dress that showed her every curve, and then she looked at herself in the mirror, realizing that her body was now even more visible and it was something she was really enjoying. Especially because of the attention she was receiving, as if she were one of those movie Mistresses, whom a maid in a dress of. . . she looked once again at the scandalously provocative young shopkeeper, who was helping her to get dressed.

"You fit the suit much better than I had imagined", Beky said after putting on the second ballet-heel and helping Shara to stand up, "If you allow me, seeing you like this, I have a proposition to make. If you accept, the whole ensemble would come for free." Why do I think she’s even more interested in the suit than ever before, Beky's thoughts went on. She now helped Shara put on two fingerless gloves to finally complete the DollSuit.

A “mpf” came from Shara who was looking at the reflection of Beky, who was now holding a blonde wig, with a ballet bun tail hairstyle. Beky knew that now she had the full interest of her client, meanwhile she greased the inside of the wig with an adherent so that it would not slip off once worn. The more she looked at her new client, the more she realized what an enviable body she had. She was absolutely certain that she would not easily find any other client who would also fit the suit like that. . . and then she came up with a perverse idea. . .

"Well, honey, you have a financial problem and I have an urgent issue", Beky began to say , "I need a model with your natural qualities and who also likes to wear my suits and feels comfortable with them."

Then Beky told her, that she needed a special model and offered to give her the whole set for free in exchange for two photo shoots. One Session she could do right now for the new "Your Sins" catalogue of the store and the online shop, guaranteeing that no one would recognize her thanks to the mask of the suit. Shara listened attentively and somewhat hesitantly to that offer. It was clear that she was interested, not only did she look very good in that set, but she loved being inside it. She wanted to take it home and make the most of her new taste of being a Doll, encapsulated inside that latex suit, which made her very excited right now.

"Can I give you a moment to think about it, my Sexdoll?", Beky said, removing something from the back of the hood before putting on the wig and holding it tight to Shara’s head so that it would stick to the surface of the suit. "Now we need to give it some time for the wig to secure properly", she continued. Shara admired herself in the mirror, not recognizing her former self, while Beky was watching.

"MMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFF", Shara exclaimed, bobbing her head up and down, as much as was possible because of the neck-brace. With that Beky left the dressing room.

Alone again in the dressing room, Shara made some movements with her hips to test the comfort of the suit. Yes, it was quite tight, but not uncomfortable, she even would almost say it was perfect as it was right now. Her hands scanned the surface of the suit up to her breasts and noticed that the cups of the suit were holding them perfectly. Not only that, but even now they seemed as uplifted as if she still were a teenager. She checked the fabric for reinforcements, but found nothing but latex and her own flesh underneath.

“It’s just perfect”, she thought, “I can’t believe it myself that I’m the one inside that doll. My fans will go crazy. . . ”

Part 5

Shara scanned every inch of her new face in the reflection of the mirror. Certain parts of the suit, such as the hood, the hands or the feet, were more opaque and not as transparent as the rest. And although the hood reflected her features, she couldn’t recognize herself. Then she looked at the rest of her body. The degraded care, that glow of rubber, amplified by some reflective moles on that strange latex, meant that, even if parts of the wearer’s body could be seen, any observer would not be able to tell that it belonged to a specific person. The corset and the wig changed her appearance even more.

After sitting down, Shara’s hands moved back to her breasts, her nipples were perfectly covered with a pink hue, revealing nothing. Something that surprised her was, how perfectly alienating those nipple covers were integrated in the suit. And then she noticed something strange as she stroked the surface, her hands barely managed to surround her breasts. She got up again and looked at herself in the mirror, somewhat surprised and at the same time she felt fear mixed with happiness. Her chest had grown to size 95. . . no, it had to be a good 100! That couldn’t be, something must have gone wrong. Her two hands instinctively went up to the zipper, which must have been at the height of her crown, but she couldn’t reach it, because of the corset around her neck.

As she further explored her new latex skin, she lowered her hands, again showing her new breasts. Her fear then dissipated and a smile was drawn beneath the mask. Her breasts felt better than ever and quickly a sensual pleasure arose from just caressing them. Shara welcomed the new size of her two best friends and even more that orgasmic sensitivity, that she believed was due to her excitement. She started moving one hand down over the suit, the other staying on her breast.

And when she reached her crotch, she caressed the flat surface of the suit, until she got to those rubber lips, which hid the second opening of the suit. There was a hidden tube inside to make it possible to have sex. Shara suddenly stopped what she was doing. The shopkeeper might come back in at any moment and catch her, she thought. Then something prompted her to step out of the dressing room to look around. With a sense of relief at not seeing anyone, mixed with the desire to be naughty, she returned inside. Leaning against a mirror and looking into the mirror opposite, she resumed what she had been doing and her fingers continued to explore between those rubber lips.

At first she was met with some resistance. The next moment, Shara’s fingers came out, to slowly get lost inside her again and this time her finger slipped in with less resistance, and the next time it slide in with a natural ease, as if there were no membrane. But those three curious explorations led her to want more. Not only did she feel heat, but also humidity, uneasiness, a primitive impulse that she had not felt in years. She felt like a teenager discovering these sudden hormonal discharges, anxious, wanting to run wild. She had the urge to masturbate right there, her body was so hot, so hungry and the excitement she felt because of the whole situation almost overpowered her, nearly preventing her common sense to prevail.

"I’m back!", She heard from Beky, before she walked back into the dressing room with two metal bracelets in her hands, that she put on the table. Shara quickly stood up strait again and held her hands around her waist, disguising what she had been doing, by pretending that she was still watching how her suit looked, doing poses. And she felt like a naughty little girl who was getting away with something, there being no one to blame her for anything and it was a feeling she hadn’t had in a long time. But Shara’s body language, couldn’t fool the shopkeeper for one second.

Although Beky couldn’t see her client’s face, Shara had to have the same look of surprise as she did. The shopkeeper had not only left Shara thinking about her offer, but had also taken the opportunity to change into a catsuit. The body glowed in red rubber, pure latex from her feet up to her neck. A pair of extravagant black high heels completed the outfit. Shara pointed at her, as she uttered another "mumpfed" sound, in surprise, from under her mask. Then Beky explained to her that she changed her outfit several times a day. Apart from being able to show on her body the clothes she designed herself, it was also because she loved to wear Latex.

" . . . my naughty sex doll feels truely hot", Beky said, putting it perfectly. She checked the lock of the wig and they both saw that with it Shara no longer looked anything like herself, but just like a real inflatable sex doll. " So. . . you accept my proposal, don’t you? You’re the perfect girl for that suit. You know that, right? Even I wouldn’t look so good and provocative", Beky prompted.

Beky turned her in front of the mirror and asked her if she saw anything of the girl who had come in earlier to try on a latex fetish suit or just a sex doll. Shara glanced at her reflection once more before admitting with a slight descent and upward move of her head, while a grunt full of satisfaction and pleasure slipped away from her. She just looked at the sex doll that the suit had turned her into, and she cursed not having a boyfriend to open it with that very night.

Meanwhile, Beky, who had stood beside her, started putting the finishing touches to the suit. She first took Shara’s right forearm and surrounded her wrist with that black metal shackle, then placed the other one on her left wrist and closed them, adjusting them with strange “clicks” of gears, until they were well girded. "These shackles are not part of the dolification", she admitted while removing a magnetic piece, which had blocked the locking of each shackle , "but I think they give it a bondage touch, making you even more a fetish and morbid object."

Shara was already so excited that she would answer right now to almost everything she was asked with a resounding “YES”. Even if someone wrote “I’m a whore, fuck me for free” on her chest, I’d say a resounding “Yes,” she thought. She could feel the humidity of her being a woman spread, even more then when picking the suit. The suit was perfect for her, adapting to every curve and crease of her body. She felt so damn hot right now. She cursed not being able to buy it right now and order a taxi to take her home like that. Then her body betrayed her for a moment and she started massaging her new improved breasts again.

Shara saw that Beky looked at her both amused and satisfied. She then felt herself blushing and having the desire to run away, but the hands of the shopkeeper, who gently grabbed her by the waist, helped her calm down a little. While Beky rested her head next to hers and whispered to her not to worry, saying such behavior was normal, at least when she was seeing her own reflection in a way far too sexy to contain herself.

While Shara reveled in what she saw and felt right now, the shopkeeper then promised her two things if she accepted. The first being, that the photo shoot would be quick, so that she could enjoy everything she wanted from her new SexDoll set. And the second, that she wasn’t going to let her take off the suit inside the shop until after the shoot was finished. So she’d have to go home wearing it, owing her a lot of money, if she suddenly decided to play chicken and run. A trip that would turn out to be extremely difficult, with Shara not being able to talk or really hold anything. With the job done, all help from her would again be available.

"Your body tells me you desperately want this suit", Beky told her in a low and seductive tone, now holding her hands towards Shara’s breasts, "that you’re going to do whatever I ask of you to keep it, aren’t you my little doll? Or would you rather have it, that I take off your suit now and put it back in it's box, until another customer comes along who dares to keep it. Is that what you prefer? If so, growl twice and I’ll take your suit off."

Then Shara groaned and shook her head in denial, as little as she could manage. "Does that mean you want to remain a sex doll, hmm?" Beky said in an even lower, deeper and very hypnotic tone, "Say yes, be mine, become my 'LatexSexDoll' model doll." Shara then responded with an effusive bobbing of her head in the affirmative.

Beky smiled maliciously, grabbed Shara by her wrists and pushed her back against the mirror. Before Shara knew what was going on, the shopkeeper was kissing her, while two of her fingers disappeared into her new rubber pussy. Shara groaned with pleasure, amazed at what was happening and what she was feeling. Doing something that came the closest to having sex in a dressing room with another girl, was something she hadn't done since high school.

Shara was frustrated at not being able to play with Beky’s tongue with her own. She could barely move, both the corset and the neck-brace severely restricted her mobility. Then there were the ballet-heels, which constantly threatened to trip her and bring her down, and yet. . . Shara felt like being in the "Eden of Pleasure", she couldn’t get enough of that suit. Getting it taken off wasn’t an option.

"You know what, I’m going to do this anyhow. . .", Beky said teasingly to her with a strange glow in her eyes as the hand on Shara’s groin remained fixed, two fingers deep inside her and the other hand grabbing her forcefully on one of her breasts. "I’m going to put the keys to the locks in an envelope and call a messenger friend to take them to your address. That way you’ll stay locked up, trapped in your new form as my Sexdoll, until I help you get home and free yourself. . .", Beky went on, contradicting what she had said earlier.

Part 6

This threatening statement took Shara by surprise. She would be trapped inside the suit. . . unable to free herself or even speak . . . having to go back to the taxi stand. . . riding in a taxi,. . .it was clear she wasn’t going to be able to take the bus or the subway. . . Unless Beky helped her, it would be almost impossible. And she imagined being judged by the taxi driver,. . . then a fleeting image of her fucking the taxi driver crossed her mind. Wondering how she would pay the fare and again the image of being fucked by the taxi driver surfaced, but a little less fleeting this time. Being seen by her neighbors, . . .again a picture crossed her mind,. . . being used as a doll at a neighbor’s door, . . .walking with those ballet-heels. . . all the way to her house. . .

"Now, do you like the new idea for my sexy LatexDoll? Because that’s what I’m going to do", Beky teased her, "Because until we finish taking the pictures. . . OF YOU!. . .You’ll be mine, my doll." Shara shuddered with pleasure, almost reaching orgasm, held between the shopkeeper’s arms, upon hearing that she was now a doll owned by Beky. "And I won’t let you hide out back here in the dressing room, you’ll have to be there out front, like you’re a sex doll mannequin from the store", Beky said, adding another threat.

Shara grabbed Beky’s hands, trying to control herself, to stop Beky playing with her. But the girl from the shop had other plans, she slipped her right hand free by sliding her fingers once more a little deeper into Shara, pulled them out, and then started to play with her again, moving her fingers over her crotch, as a person would move by walking slowly.

"You’re excited about the idea, right?" Beky kept whispering in a sensual tone, while with intentional caresses, she drove Shara crazier with excitement by playing with one of her nipples and threatening to insert a finger into her new latex doll vagina again, while her hand passed slowly, but without pause backwards, forwards and backwards. "Well, of course it turns you on. Now you’re not that girl anymore, who walked into my store. You’re only a sex doll now, you belong to me, you’re my doll, and my doll likes to please me and live out all my crazy ideas."

The client was trapped in the ropeworks of the young saleswoman, helpless, unable to defend herself from her excitement. “Do whatever you want with me, I’m your horny doll”, she thought as she heard Beky’s words. Shara was so excited that her mind couldn’t think of anything other than something to release her perverted lust. Wishing her improvised owner to now stop playing with her and use her as the sex doll, that she was, was intended to.

"Oops. . . I think my little doll didn’t really fit this part of the suit well", Beky said, suddenly discovering the piece that Shara had been unable to place inside herself correctly. "Let me help you, I know a trick that helps a lot", she went on.

The shopkeeper inserted her hand a little deeper between Shara’s legs and suddenly, while two of her fingers began to squeeze the second tube into Shara’s ass, the big thumb began to slip into her hungry pussy. As the tube entered deeper into Shara’s rear, she let out a muffled yelp. It was a strange feeling between pleasure and pain, totally alien to her, again almost driving her to orgasm. "You have to be more careful if you want to appear as a perfect sex doll", Beky said, slowly inserting all her long fingers into her horny client.

Shara wondered how she had gotten into this situation. In a way it felt wrong somehow, but she was not going to do anything to stop it either. She felt like having her owner do whatever she wanted with her and she was loving it. Inside her pussy Beky’s big tumb moved, knowing how to stimulate her, while at the same time inserting the other two fingers into her ass, adjusting in place the balloon designed for that part of her body.

Beky smiled naughtyly as she heard her client’s muted moans. She didn’t know why, but it was the first time that she had so much confidence in someone she had to serve in her shop. Someone to care about. But there was something special about this client that made her cross the line. She felt like she really owned her new doll and could do with it whatever she wanted. It was as tempting for her to take advantage of this situation, as it was at the same time so unprofessional, immoral and perverted. But it also was absolutely irresistible.

"And if my little doll is still this hot", Beky said, using the fingers of each hand, to stimulate Shara’s two orifices, "I will premiere you myself. We’ll both pose in front of the camera and give prospective clients a clear picture of the uses you have, showing what a sex doll like you can do."

Shara groaned with pleasure as she nodded her head in an effusive “yes” over and over again. But as she finished saying that, Beky gradually withdrew her hands, and slid them into a more neutral area. The new doll in the store was disappointed about the stop of an explosion in her body and that made her growl in disapproval, something that made Beky grab her by the brace sitting around her neck.

"No, No, NO, don't you do that", Beky began to say, holding her tightly, but without losing the seductive tone. "You’ll have to hold on till you've done your part and I think it’ll be more fun if I keep you this hot and horny for now", she said mockingly, knowing that what Shara wanted now, more than ever, was to wear the suit, while also hoping to find release. "Until you pay off your debt, I won’t let you break-in the suit as a real Sexdoll. You’ll have to hold out and wait for your moment to come", Beky explained.

Shara grunted again and received a soft slap of disapproval from Beky on one of her buttcheeks and she reminded her, mockingly, that dolls have no right to complain. That feeling of authority intrigued and seduced Beky. It was the first time she felt something like this, the urge of doing this to someone and luckily she still had the time to enjoy it. "Now please come with me,. . .back into the sales room", she ordered Shara, "time to start working for your suit."

Shara kept struggling to control herself and moved her hands back to her waist, but the forced breathing betrayed the client’s excitement. Then Shara, after she sighed deeply, had no choice but to follow the young shopkeeper back into the sales room and continue to play along to her game. Hot as hell, her judgment intoxicated and clouded with excitement, she turned and with one hand she raised her thumb, showing that she agreed, that she wanted to impersonate a mannequin, to be locked in that suit and. . . do the photo shoot. Shara had to keep that suit that made her feel so great and that, on top of it all, gave her a new size of improved breasts.

"Well", said the shopkeeper with malevolent satisfaction, "you must remain completely motionless, even if another costumer touches you. . . because. . . she will touch you. I will invite her to do so. She may even touch you. . . I think you can imagine where she might touch you. But remember, you’re now my sex doll and I want you to keep perfectly still. . ."

Shara let out a moan of doubt at this insinuation. The idea of a stranger touching her. . . of course, she had had fantasies of something like that, but had not expected anything like that happening in real life. It was one thing to have a fantasy, in the privacy and security of her home. Or to do it with someone she had previously known. . . but with a stranger. . . that was something that Shara saw as a little excessive. . . but nevertheless. . . she could live out one of her fantasies and in that suit, no one would recognize her. . . as if it were the perfect crime.

"If you resist moving and the messenger thinks you really are one of our pleasure dolls, I will declare you the official model of the “Your Sin” latex clothing brand," continued Beky, knowing that her new client was about to give in to her new temptation. "With that perfect body to wear our latex garments, I’m sure we’ll strike a good deal. And that’s why, whenever you want a garment, a new pair of shoes, or some accessory, you will just have to pose for me. . . and later on, if you want to, you can accompany me to events and rubber fashion fairs. But first you must remain completely still, like a real doll. Did you understand, my little doll?" "MMMMMPPPFFF", – Shara replied, giving Beky another thumbs-up.

The idea was, to say the least, very seductive to Shara. She didn’t see herself able to resist the deal, and even more so, knowing that she would have to wear the suit. She was tempted and now she couldn’t get enough. Just the thought of the messenger touching her. . . made her feel hotter still. Shara wanted to know what it felt like when others touched her. And that made her imagination run beyond wild. She realized that when she got home she would need something more than her own caresses and her toys to satisfy her impulses. She dreamed that Beky would bring her home later, thoroughly use her, and then help her take the suit off. And maybe even stay overnight.

"And now please come with me, so that you can sign your provisional contract, to officially be the image of my products", Beky said, satisfied with her arrangements, "and then I will show you where you should stand until the messenger leaves. . . Because. . . you still want the suit and wish to be a sex doll, don’t you?" Shara, full of joy and excitement, nodded her head affirmatively.

"Well, now that my doll is coming with me to sign her contract", Beky ordered just as gladly, her tone suddenly becoming more strict, though still gentle, "I want you to walk elegantly and stylishly to my counter." Noticing her words inside her head more than really listening to them.

Part 7

About thirty minutes later Shara was standing, on the ballet-heels, in the window of the shop on a round platform that could be rotated, looking outside. In a natural pose, but still suggestive, more or less comfortable. At first she was surprised how she was able to stay on those shoes so naturally. . . maybe it was because of that gel that Beky had used, or because of the classical ballet classes she had taken from her childhood through adolescence, or maybe it was because she was addicted to heels. But little by little the eyes of the passers-by got her thinking about other things.

Behind the hood, she could see how the people walking down that narrow street stopped and stood there to look at the window. Seeing that product in the shape of a human being, standing there with a proud pose. Shara had been left with her legs slightly crossed, her left foot leading, her arms in natural pose, her chest out, and her chin high. She’d been in that pose ever since Beky had told her to resume it, a pose that said, here is a sexy woman. And then she hadn’t moved until the messenger came.

Shara didn’t know why, but she kept saying to herself: “a doll doesn't move and I’m not going to do it either.” As she watched all the people walking past the store, men, women and children. . . To this day, she had not noticed anything special about this street, but now she was realizing, that many people were passing through it. She saw people in casual clothes, in suits, in uniforms, some shopping, some playing sports, and everybody, absolutely everybody, turned their heads towards her in the window.

Hidden behind that mask of features that perfectly imitated her own, she could see the curious glances of passers-by as they saw her in the window, while she waited for the arrival of the messenger. From time to time, her self-esteem caused her to ask, how she had come into this situation. It was one thing to make videos, showing the likeness of her body in a way, so they wouldn’t recognize her, but this was totally another thing. Even though no one would recognize her, it was perverse, depraved and humiliating. But the truth was, so far, no one who had stopped to look at her, had ever suspected that there was a person inside the suit. Everyone took it for granted, either that it was inflated with air, or that there was a mannequin inside the suit.

From time to time a woman would come into the store and ask about some of the accessories Shara was wearing. Something that made Shara’s vanity and pride grow, especially when she heard that they were being bought. Shara said to herself, that Beky would have to give her more than what had been agreed upon, because, thanks to her, she was selling a great amount of the stock, many of the ballet-heels, a lot of the corsets and the remnants of the accessories. In addition, two clients were seriously interested in buying their own SexDoll suit.

Three words were echoing in her head. Shara had begun to imagine herself being used as a sex doll. And as time went by, for some reason she didn’t understand, but found twisted and morbid, but also strangely arousing, Shara started saying to herself, “I’m a SexDoll”, over and over. Then later, this changed to, “SexDoll wants to be used” and suddenly, she noticed someone scanning her from behind. . . Without her realizing it, the messenger had arrived. He was a young man about twenty-four years old, who had come by bicycle. He then hesitantly touched the small of her back with a finger.

"As you can see, the look is as if it were a real person dressed in latex, we have even made it to feel like a real person of it's stature", Beky said. Shara began to listen to the shopkeeper commenting to the young man, tempting hIm to touch her more. "Play with it without hesitating, that’s why it's on display. You’ll find that everything on it has perfect finishes.", Beky went on.

Suddenly Shara noticed that the platform on which she was standing slowly began to rotate one hundred and eighty degrees, and at the end of her turn she was face to face with the messenger. She recognized that not all too good looking face, still full of acne, those dark eyes, that flat nose. . . That same young man, who was also coming to her office to pick up urgent messages to deliver for signature to some other office. Looking up, Shara saw that in the meantime Beky had added a matching red hood to her catsuit, leaving only a ponytail of her hair to be seen.

Shara was scared. . . What if he recognized her? . . . And if he did, would he blackmail her? . . . Her own fear made her feel petrified, but at the same time, there was something morbid about that idea. While her face was concealed behind the hood, she kept looking into the eyes of the messenger, whose name she never remembered. Then Shara noticed the masculine features of the young man, whom she always had considered very ugly. . . but now because of her excitement, they seemed more manly, and even attractive.

"Don’t stop yourself, imagine you want to buy it", Beky said encouraging him to continue, "wouldn’t you like to check the quality of the merchandise? It’s just a sex doll, it won’t bite you. . ."

Shara felt the young man’s hand gently rubbing her thigh, and struggling to restrain herself, her whole body wanted to shake with pleasure. . . was that intense feeling because of the suit or because she was so very horny? Seconds later she felt a hand touch her chest. “Sure,. . . I mean, . . I mean it feels almost authentic”, said the messenger thinking aloud. After playing a little with the breasts, he touched her face, a finger was lost inside her mouth and she could not contain the temptation, she let herself be carried away by her naughty side. she started sucking his finger. The frightened messenger quickly removed his finger, but encouraged to try again, he put it back into her mouth. . . "Damn. . . This is like a real. . .", the messenger stuttered. He then moved his hand to her crotch and started rubbing it. Shara was on the brink of loosing her composure. She had to use all her self control to stay motionless.

"You know, I still haven’t found a volunteer to tell me if it’s really pleasant", Beky began to say, drawing the young man’s attention to her and taking advantage of that distraction to look at the head of her new doll, waiting for a reaction, "for $ 50 would you try it?" The messenger’s eyes lit up, at the same time that Shara’s head shook with surprise, when she heard her owner’s proposal. . .

"$ 50?" repeated the young man, always in need of money. "Back here, in my workroom, now, you can test it. I pay you in cash, and you tell me if you think it’s realistic enough." Beky urged him on. "Tempting", the messenger ended up saying, pulling out the finger, "but I have a lot to deliver if I want to collect enough money today. . . Damn great toy, . . . designed for the rich."

Shara’s heart turned around, cursing the young man in spite of herself, as she felt so very hot. For some reason, her body didn’t want to calm down. She was begging for Beky to tempt him more, The LatexDoll wanted him to keep playing with her, she needed him to explore at least one of her holes. “I want to be used like a real SexDoll, I want YOU to use me, please make me a complete SexDoll” sounded in her head. . . she wanted the young man to possess her and use her as his rubber lover. But to her disappointment, that didn’t happen. The young man grabbed the small envelope and made for the door.

"200 bucks! Yes or NO?!" Beky called out before the messenger reached the door. "Sorry, I'm not that desesperate. I just can't do it in public", with that the messenger left.

Shara now was extremely frustrated, totally aroused, on the verge of an orgasm and having no way of relief until after the upcoming foto shoot. Beky had to turn around to hide a malicious grin. She knew exactly how Shara felt, as she had known that the messenger would never have used her. She had staged the little banter about testing the suit, because she just wanted to tease Shara some more. She really enjoyed having so much controll over her own little SexDoll. It was a feeling that was completely alien and new to her, and she loved it.

Part 8

"You have successfully completed the first part of your contract, and not only that, thanks to you I have sold many things before the messenger arrived," Beky admitted, "now you can step off the platform and I will assist you to get to my work room. There we will take your pictures, and then I will help you take off the suit."

Shara grunted and gestured with her hands in rejection of the offer. Beky was surprised to see this reaction from Shara, knowing that she desperately carved relief. With a puzzled look she stepped back and stood there waiting. Then suddenly Shara continued to gesture, trying to make herself understood. She didn’t want to take the pictures already. She felt so hot, so horny, she was a SexDoll and loved it. So close to having an orgasm and not being allowed to. Remembering Beky’s phrase, that until she did the photo shoot, she would be hers. . . Under her complete control. . . Shara wanted to remain the property of someone like Beky.

After several attempts to make herself understood, Shara reached her hand to her chest, right over her heart, gently beat it twice, and then pointed to Beky. The young shopkeeper at first looked surprised by the gesture, but when Shara repeated the gesture, she realized what she meant. She was hers, and the young woman's own heart made a small leap of joy. "Okay, I’ll give you a little more time to stay my mannequin, but only until I close the shop", Beky said with a big smile.

The shopkeeper felt a bit strange about the joy at understanding Shara, whom she barely knew, but realized that the two had connected almost immediately. And the idea of having someone like Shara keep her company made her happier than she expected. Plus the idea that she might be somewhat more naughty to her, the same way she had been to the messenger, intrigued her. Beky now though of Shara only as her very own SexDoll, pushing aside that she was a woman too.

For all this, Beky decided to take advantage of the situation and decided to put to her SexDoll some new, stricter, conditions. The first one, which meant that she would treat her Doll like a store item, the new SexDoll accepted. For the second, she would have to wear two wireless toys in her recesses. And the LatexDoll also accepted. Then Beky decided to really go further, third her Doll would have to wear an amulet glued to her forehead and fourth she would have to "sit" on the special gadget, where she would be restrained by her wrists and ankles. The Doll looked across the room at the strange seat and nodded her head, accepting once again.

After accepting all of Beky’s new conditions, the LatexDoll went over to the show gadget in the store. Her now total owner then helped her get seated on the metal contraption. This consisted of a massive upright metal post, to which a massive horizontal metal "seat" was connected. There also were two smaller horizontal metal bars with red steel rings, where the SexDoll would have to insert her feet and hands. After some adjustments, by remote control, the SexDoll was able to "sit" halfway comfortably. When the Doll had put her hands and feet through the rings, with the operation of a button, the rings tightened and everything fit perfectly and comfortably, but without allowing an escape of it's rubber prisoner.

The "seat" part of the gadget had a built-in double sex toy, extra designed for each of the two holes, for the women who wanted to use that instrument. The SexDoll let out a strong moan of pleasure and longing, as she sat on the "seat" and felt that two fat things, one rather more striated, the second much longer than the first, entered into her.

Beky tenderly stroked the face of her LatexDoll, which trembled with pleasure, and could not stop moaning. Then she put something on her doll's forehead. It must have been that amulet her mistress had told her about, the Doll though. . . OH GOD! This pretty girl, with an angelic face, dressed in red, and with a load of mischief worthy of a devil, was now her mistress. . . and her heart beat even harder, realizing that this SexDoll was more her mistress's than those words could express. She had never felt anything like that for a man, let alone a woman. . . she never imagined that one day, she would wish for a woman to completely own her.

Had she definitely changed since she walked into the store, or had she just discovered something that had been latent in her, that she hadn't known about? It was clear that she was not just a lesbian, as she continued to regret that the messenger would not test drive her, even wishing to feel his hot splash on the latex or to know if she could feel him if he climaxed inside her. But what surprised her the most was, she loved being a realistic Latex-Sex-Doll for Beky and wanted to be a SexDoll all weekend, belonging to Beky.

Suddenly Beky’s lips were thrown over her SexDoll’s, and she kissed her, in the most loving way possible, considering that her Doll could not close her mouth. The LatexDoll wanted to react and put her weight behind kissing back, but her mouth and head failed to react to her wishes. The SexDoll realized she couldn’t move a single muscle in her body. Her arms did not obey her, her legs seemed to have petrified. She wanted to warn her owner that something was wrong with her, but she realized that she couldn’t make even the slightest sound anymore, not even breathing.

"I have to put my little Doll back to work," Beky said, grabbing a remote from the back of her SexDoll’s seat. And with a click of a botton, the Doll forgot that she couldn’t move as she felt the toys come to life and flood her body with pleasure. As she was about to reach an orgasm the censored suddenly stopped, leaving her frustrated and happy to be totally controlled at the same time.

"As your owner, I order you not to move! Be a real sex doll, stay still like before," Beky commanded, quite unnecessarily as the Doll was unable to move anyway. "If you can put up with it, I promise that every time a customer walks away with a bought product, you’ll get this as a reward," she teased, then connected the remote with the cash register. "Now you don’t have to pretend, silly. . . I know very well how these toys work, at home I have several models of all the. . . Oops a client. . ."

So the SexDoll was trapped in her "seat" for the next two hours. Not knowing why she couldn’t move and wondering if the owner she loved would realize what was happening to her. But every download that accompanied each customer’s purchase, made her worry fade as long as she felt the censored moving inside her. Meanwhile she heard the giggling from Beky and noticed the look of satisfaction on the face of her mistress.

Part 9

Now, the time had come to close the shop for the night. Beky after lowering the automatic locking gate at the front door, went to the back of the store. The SexDoll had tried, unsuccessfully, several times to move, to moan, or to scream, but without any result. Suddenly an idea came up that terrified her and at the same time excited her. It might be entirely possible that her new, lustful desire to be a real sex doll was about to come true and that now she was nothing more than a display product in the store.

Suddenly, the lights went out and in the ensuing darkness every shred of doubt vanished. . . the SexDoll felt her heart sink. At the same time, the morbidity of just being a sex toy for her owner, made her long to be used again.

"Come on my Doll, let's head home," she heard Beky say. If she had been able to, she would have jumped. Then behind her the mechanisms of the "seat" were released. The dildos pulled out of her and the rings that bound her grew wide. Apart from a little rocking movement, she did not change position at all. "Today there will be no photo shoot," Beky went on. She had removed the red catsuit and had changed into some everyday clothes, still quite provocative but suitable for wearing on the streets.

Recovering from the shock the Sexdoll then tried again to move, in vain. She wondered, if she had fallen asleep, if it all just had been a dream. But the reality wasn’t like that, her body still refused to obey her. And as she thought that things couldn’t get any stranger, the Doll felt as if the world had lost it's gravity, she was lifted up as if she weighed less than a feather. Beky picked her up and tucked her under her arm with little effort, except for the discomfort of holding her bag on the same arm under with which she held the LatexDoll.

Not understanding what was happening, the Doll now saw, just being able to see to the side to which her head was facing, that she and Beky were leaving the store behind. With some difficulty, Beky managed to get her into the backseat of a taxi waiting for them, while she heard the taxi driver ask if it wasn’t a better idea to deflate her Doll. Beky gave an excuse, that she was testing the Doll's resistance to hard handling. And along the way, the SexDoll had no choice but to resign herself to accepting that what was happening to her was real, that it wasn’t a dream.

The Taxi drove to the top of the hills surrounding Imperial City. Up there, by a secluded house, the taxi driver dropped them off, and Beky, before leaving the cab, payed the taxi driver, and asked him to wait 30 minutes before leaving. Then, with her new Doll under her arm, she walked up to the house. Upon entering, she dropped the things she had been carrying on her other arm, the keys, the bag and her jacket, onto a piece of furniture by the door and headed for the living room. There on the sofa she arranged her Doll, and left her there, sitting comfortably.

They both looked at each other. Beky with a mixture of curiosity, expectation and joy, the SexDoll with a mixture of shock, surprise and mild anticipation. The Doll, from deep down, tried to scream, but, as before, couldn’t make a sound. Then when Beky left the room, the Sexdoll heard the sound of her heels as she walked away, but soon she heard them again, coming closer and closer. Beky seemed to be deep in thought and looked somewhat troubled.

"I really owe you an apology, my dear," Beky began to say, "but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise and I couldn't think of any other way to let you know that I am. . . well, a kind of sorceress. Well, I am still learning, in my family there has always been magic and all that. . . I don’t know why I did what I did to you, but something pushed me to try to get to know this about myself. . . Look, Shara, I did. . . I usually don't allow myself to do something like this for fear of rejection. . . but you. . . I’m sorry. . . Under the rules of magic it is forbidden, without consent. . . I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you, but when I saw how you acted at the store. . . I knew you weren’t like the others and. . . phew."

Then Beky placed the box and the envelope she had given to the messenger on the table.

"The amulet I put on your forehead is magical, I designed it as part of the suit," Beky continued to explain in a broken voice and Shara could hear an uncertain, scared tone, "as soon as I take it off, you will be free of its magic, which basically consists of making you behave like a real doll. . . and well, here are your things and the taxi is waiting outside. . ."

That said, with resignation, Beky removed the amulet from Shara’s forehead and she felt a slight tug. Immediately she noticed that she could move again. She looked at her arms and especially her hands and fingers as they reacted to her wishes again. Then Shara heard Beky tear open the envelope and pull out the keys that would unlock the shackles, the neckcorset and finally the corset. "Here, your keys," Beky said, offering them to her, "if you will allow me to, I would help you take off the suit. It would make it easier for you to get home. But I have no right to be offended, if you just grabbed your things and stormed out."

Shara looked at the keys in Beky’s hand, then at her own fingers, followed by a glance at the door and then she looked at Beky holding the amulet in her other hand. She had an ocean of feelings now pounding her mind and felt a strong pressure on her chest. Shara started to try to talk to Beky, but because of the hood she was still wearing, nothing intelligible came forward. So she got up from the sofa and stood opposite of Beky, with an overload of thoughts running through her head. All this time Beky did not move, looking at her with eyes that reddened for a moment, and her face had changed to an expression of deep regret.

Then Shara, being aware that everything that had happened to her was true, looked at the keys again, and held her right hand to her chest, beating herself the same way she had done at the store and then pointed at Beky. She repeated the gesture once more, before taking Beky’s hand with the keys, folding it around them, thereby refusing the offer. Then she reached with her arm over to the other hand holding the amulet, palm turned upwards. Hoping that Beky would understand, and that she would return the amulet to her. Wanting to become a Doll at the mercy of her mistress, by her own doing.

Beky beamed with delight, once she understood what Shara was trying to tell her. She felt a huge wave of relief that Shara not only wasn't angry with her, but truly wanted to be her SexDoll for better or for worse. Shara knew what that implied, and was willing to place herself under her complete control. Beky hugged Shara briefly, and ran out to tell the taxi driver, that his services were no longer needed. When she came back in, she deeply embraced Shara, and gave her a big kiss. She then promised her a weekend that she would always remember.

Part 10

The hugs and kisses were interrupted by a loud growl coming from Shara’s stomach. She then realized, that she hadn’t drank or eaten anything after breakfast in the morning. She also felt another urgent need. This called for a change of plan. With Beky’s magical help she was out of the suit in no time, able to take care of herself. Meanwhile Beky had prepared a light supper. While eating together, they really talked to each other for the first time, realizing that they shared more than just an interest in latex fetish clothing. It did not matter to Shara that she was naked before her mistress, strangely it felt appropriate. After dinner Beky helped Shara to don the SexDoll suit again, this took much less time than the first time, even including the accessories.

Beky gave the now fully dressed Shara a tour of the ground floor of her quite spacious house, especially pointing out the playroom. In that room was an assortment of bandage equipment similar to the one she had spent the afternoon on. With some of the contraptions Shara could no even quess how they would function. But she did realize the big four poster bed. After seeing all these things she became very aroused again, something that Beky did not fail to notice. Shara indicated that it was time to become a total LatexDoll again, to be used by her owner. She held out her hand to Beky, signaling that she needed the amulet.

Beky, before giving her the amulet, offered her her hand, and gestured upwards with her gaze, so that Shara would look up the stairs. She had a little trouble climbing the stairs in her ballet-heels, so Beky had to steady her. Shortly afterwards, they were both upstairs, and Beky showed her a dressing room full of latex clothes, from where, after searching through some hidden boxes, she pulled out her favourite catsuit. It was a pink demon suit. Next came a long-haired black wig and a black mask with two long curved horns and an amulet on the forehead.

“This is one of the first models of personality changing suits I designed, I believe, and although it can be a dangerous thing, for the wearer, it is still my favorite,” she began to say flirtily. “As you can see, even the horns and the hair are made of latex, but when I put them on and use the matching amulet to activate the suit, the horns become very realistic and the hair changes, . . I’m practically a succubus then. . . . And. . . do you see the tail? It’s filled with an oily semi-toxin, with which I make my most aphrodisiac lubricants. . . but when it’s pure, it makes you lose all self-control and just want pleasure. That’s why I designed the suit with my face exposed, only covered by the mask, so as not to lose my sanity. I must also take off the amulet before dawn or otherwise, I could be transformed forever. The suit can only be worn for twelve hours without risk, that being the reason I can't market it.

Shara started clapping her hands in appreciation and then she saw something, and she came up with an idea. She grabbed a strapless d*ld* monstrously. Then she pointed to Beky, then to the suit and the accessories, then to the d*ld*, drew a circle in the air, meaning that she wanted to see her fitted with all that and finally pointed to her innermost parts. She now was horny as hell for having been kept on the edge of an orgasm for most of the afternoon. She desperately needed release.

"All right, if that’s what you want. . . I’ll put on the suit and then you’ll meet Pecado, the succubus of temptation," Beky said with a hint of mischief in her voice. Without letting go of the suit Beky moved up to Shara saying, "Now go to the playroom, and get ready. Pecado loves sex, and will not stop until she’s satisfied, and believe me, when I’m her, being satisfied is something that’s getting harder and harder." With that said, she handed Shara the amulet for the DollSuit.

When Beky walked into the playroom, dressed in the suit and wearing the wig, she found her SexDoll lying on the bed, waiting for her. After she had moved the Doll to some contraption, she fastened her to it. Beky then held up the horned mask and the amulet, telling her Doll that now she would really meet Pecado. After the SexDoll signalled no objections, Beky put on the two items, turning herself into Pecado. She immediately started making good use of the d*ld* Shara had selected. She had a malicious smile on her face as she repeatedly brought her LatexDoll to the brink and left her there. Pecado knew exactly how her Doll felt, and enjoyed the control she had over her. After what seemed an eternity the SexDoll was finally allowed relief.

Pecado sensed that she would have more fun, if her Doll would be able to move somewhat on her own, so she removed the amulet from the SexDoll’s forehead. She then used her Doll to the fullest, giving her all the pleasure and excitement she could ask for. Much later, after many orgasms, when both of them were almost totally spent, Pecado removed the amulet from her own forehead, reverting back to Beky. The two exhausted women cuddled together and after some time fell asleep. Beky’s last waking words to Shara were, "I love you."

When they woke up late on the next morning, the helped each other take off their suits, and headed straight for the shower together. While Shara and Beky were having their first breakfast together, Beky’s smartphone reminded her that she had an appointment with Paris at the store in the afternoon. As Paris was one of her favorite clients, she could not cancel it, even though she had planned to take the day off and leave the store closed. She decided to leave Shara in the playroom as a Doll while she was gone.

Then they got dressed, Beky in normal streetware and Shara in the DollSuit. In the playroom the Doll was lead to another strange piece of bondage gear and fastened on it. Beky then placed the amulet on Shara’s forehead, turning her into an unmoving SexDoll again. The Doll resigned herself to wait for her beloved owner to come back. With a devilish grin Beky opened a box with sex toys and plugged all of the Doll's holes. Knowing what was in store for her the SexDoll tried to resist, but to no avail. Beky kissed her goodbye and left her alone. Again the Doll was kept close to an orgasm but could not get there, something she hated and loved at the same time, as she was doing it on her owner’s request.

At the shop Beky noticed, that business was very slow compared to the day before. Almost no one stopped and looked into the window, the would be customers were full of indecision, hardly buying anything. There was something missing. It seemed that the SexDoll had had a positive influence on the store. The only good thing on this day was her appointment with Paris, who wanted two suits with very special properties.

When Beky got home again, she immediately checked on her LatexDoll, and finding her in good, but frustrated, condition, she told her, she had to do some magical research. The SexDoll was seriously disappointed, knowing she would have to hold out even longer. Beky had to admit to herself that she loved the control she had over the LatexDoll. Later, after she had completed her studies, she went into the playroom and released her Doll. The evening went on very much like the day before.

For the rest of the weekend Beky kept Shara almost the entire time as her LatexDoll. During the day she dressed with the clothes her SexDoll pointed out to her, and in turn, the SexDoll dressed like a maid or a nurse. But when night fell, Beky would put on her favorite catsuit and turn into pure Sin.

When, on Sunday, Beky had to do some administrative work for the shop, she stood her Doll in a corner of her office opposite of her desk and stuck the amulet to her forehead. This time the Doll, eager to obey her mistress, looked forward to being plugged up, and be kept on the edge. She knew what was coming for her at night. Beky needed much longer than usual to complete her work because of the distraction caused by her Doll. This meant an extended wait for the highly aroused LatexDoll. Since they both decided to call in sick on Monday the evening went on very much like the days before.

As soon as they stopped their playing around for a break to grab some food, they were carried away by passion and desire for each other. But most of the time, except after late Monday afternoon, when they both took a shower together while they kept kissing, they were dressed in latex and at play. All this time they did little talking outside of short meals, living out their newfound sexual passion. After the shower they had a last supper together and for the first time in days Shara put on her normal clothes. They felt alien to her after three days of wearing latex or nothing at all. Later Shara went home by taxi, but not before some passionate hugs and kisses. She left the DollSuit with Beky, who said she wanted to make some adjustments. After all there were still two foto sessions to do.

Sitting on the couch in her living room Beky was already missing her new lover dearly, knowing that Shara felt the same way. The young sorceress was so eager to tell her so many things, but she knew she had to wait until she could tell her all about her creations and magical latex costumes. . .

THE END

Epiloge

Several months later.

Life had dramatically changed for the young couple. Shara had willingly become Beky’s property, not only in her SexDoll personality, but also as Shara herself. She loved being owned by Beky, as much as Beky loved owning her. They deeply loved each other, and were content and happy with their new life. Shara had rented out her house to a friend and had moved in with Beky.

Shara had quit her job as secretary and was working full-time for Beky. She now spent her working hours as a SexDoll in the "Magic Latex Boutique", having learned from Beky that magic was real. Sometimes she just stood in the window as a mannequin, sometimes she was fastened to some bondage equipment that was on sale. The strange thing was, that with her in the store business soared like magic. There was talk of Beky hiring Paris as a new assistant.

It had taken Beky some time to find out that Shara had her own special kind of limited magic capability. This was what had attracted them to each other at the beginning. When Beky had altered the amulet to give her Doll different degrees of freedom, she noticed that Shara not only powered the suit with her body heat and consciousness like other people. Her sexual arousal proved to be much more powerful, it could draw mana from the astral plane. This energy could be collected and be used for Beky’s other magical endeavors. Without being able to use magic herself, Shara was a potent source of magical power.

The only drawback was, that with each orgasm the energy fell sharply and needed some time to build up again. The solution was that Beky had adapted the suit, so that Shara could wear it for about a week. All of her needs could be taken care of through the newly designed openings, once the toys had been removed, only once a week a major cleanup was necessary. The biggest change was that Shara had accepted a new amulet that made an orgasm impossible, while allowing or restricting movement or speech as Beky decided.

After the first few weeks they had discovered that playing with Pecado more than once in a week was too big a drain on Beky. They then limited it to Saturday night, this being the only time that Shara was allowed to have an orgasm. The next morning was the only time that she did not wear her DollSuit, always putting it back on after lunch. Although this meant that she was almost constantly horny, Shara loved her owner having absolut control over her. This feeling was made even better by knowing that it enhanced Beky’s magic, and she was fulfilling her duty to her owner every night without getting an instant reward.

Sometime later the Labour Union caught on with Shara’s working conditions, and demanded some changes. Now she gets two days off every fortnight and twenty days of paid vacation. Also Beky was ordered to let Shara stay out of her DollSuit for at least twelve hours once a week. Both women were, at first, not too happy with the regulations but had to comply. But soon they found other fun things to do in these times.