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All of the zippers could be locked closed with a small, well-made padlock.
The bras also came in the three colors. The black one employed heavier latex and padding in its cups, which added two cup sizes to Cindy's small C-cup breasts. The royal blue one had an opening for the nipples to poke through. The white one was more of a 1/3 cup bra which supported the underside of the breasts but didn't cover the areolas. The cups were lined on the inside with many dozens of short, sharp hard latex spikes that looked as they would be very uncomfortable. All of the bras had a heavy latex strap configuration, with embedded wires, which would allow them to be locked on with padlocks.
The two latex corsets were thick and strict. They were designed to reduce Cindy's waist by four inches, (to 22") but included an elaborate adjustment mechanism that could take it down another two inches after that. The latex corsets were in black and royal blue. The black one was an under-bust type with 1/4 cups built in, while the royal blue was an over-bust type with padding that would take Cindy to DD-cup. Both were heavily boned, and would severely restrict Cindy's movement and breathing.
The two leather corsets were even more restrictive. Made of thick leather with metal boning they were both black.
All four corsets, of course, could be locked on.
Finally, the hoods were also provided in the three colors, but with differing features. All of them covered Cindy's face and fit her head like a glove when zipped closed at the back of the head. The necks were long and stiff. Of course, the zippers could be locked at the back of the neck. All had one-inch breathing tubes which would slip up into the nostrils. They had a hole at the top of the head to accommodate Cindy's hair set in a pony tail.
The black one included openings for Cindy's eyes and mouth. Additional attachments were included that would either limit her vision or completely cover her eyes. Other attachments would fit her mouth. There was a simple cover, a penis gag and a ball gag.
The royal blue hood had eye holes, with cover attachments, but the mouth included a permanent cuff insert that held the mouth open wide. It included several plug attachments, three solid plugs of varying lengths, and another with a 1/2-inch hole through the center.
The white hood had no mouth opening and only tiny holes in front of the eyes. It was made of the thicker latex encountered in some of the other items.
As they worked their way through the fitting and the modeling Cindy ran through the full gamut of emotions. It took hours, and all throughout Cindy was so turned on her brain almost failed to function. She was so horny, that added to the feelings of humiliation, exhibitionism, submission, latex constriction and penetration, she was constantly afraid of losing it and orgasming in front of everyone.
They settled into a rhythm, and Cindy eventually just went with the flow. Lubing her body, lubing her pussy and anus, working her way into the outfit, with the constant help of the mistress, adjusting the fit while feeling a stranger's hands all over her body, slipping back into her tall boots, then walking out to show Rob. All the while coached and man-handled by La Madame'. Her man was obviously also very turned on, and loving every minute of the display. Often the sales girls, one, the other or both stepped in to also view and show their approval.
Cindy found almost every piece of clothing to be restricting, often uncomfortable and sometimes painful. The plugs were constantly stimulating her. The corsets made it so very hard to breath, bend and twist. The hoods were scary and worked on her head, making her even more submissive when they were in place. But despite these issues, she loved it!
The anal plug was particularly distracting as she had never explored anal sex. Back in her teens, she had debated it with herself on a couple of occasions. She couldn't figure out why a woman would be interested, or why a man would want to plug his cock into a woman's ass, when there was a perfectly good vagina right there. The guy could get off using the woman's rear hole, but the woman couldn't, as far as she knew. It seemed degrading and painful for the woman. Even the most popular rear-entry position seemed to put the woman in a submissive situation. Of course, Cindy did enjoy the submissive role. There may be something to that. And, after working her way through several of the outfits with plugs in both front and back, she did start to feel some pleasure, as the two seemed to work together to arouse her. Overwhelmed with all that was going on, Cindy just let it go.
Finally, exhausted, and so horny she could hardly stand up, Cindy realized that the session was over. She asked, and Rob told her that it had taken four hours! As advertised, every item had fit perfectly. Each item had performed as expected, restricting or stimulating as desired.
Cindy was a mess, covered in sweat and lubricant. Lube was also slowly seeping out of her pussy and anus.
She was ushered by the staff into a large and, of course, elegant bathroom, where she finally had a chance to relieve herself. As she flushed the toilet she was again surprised and embarrassed when their favorite sales girl stepped into the room in a latex body suit and invited Cindy into the large shower enclosure. She was there to assist in washing and massaging Cindy's overworked body. "As a special service provided by the store," she was told.
Cindy was intrigued, and too exhausted to resist, so she stepped into the warm water and simply stood there as she was thoroughly washed. Near the end, the girl also took the opportunity to massage Cindy's breasts and pussy bringing her to a knee-bending orgasm as she kissed Cindy deeply and sensuously. Cindy was too numb after that experience to feel much of anything. Now added to all of the emotions of the day, she had reached a new level of sexuality, and fulfilled yet another deeply seeded fantasy.
It took her fully ten minutes, sitting on a stool under the water flow, to recover from the experience.
The sales girl waited patiently outside the stall to dry Cindy with big fluffy towels when she stepped gingerly out into the bathroom proper, not trusting her body to move too quickly. The girl then sat Cindy down at a make-up table, still nude, as she brushed and dried Cindy's hair and expertly applied some heavier than normal make-up on Cindy's still flushed face.
It was when they stepped together out of the bathroom that Cindy was faced with yet another challenge. She was greeted by, La Madame holding the royal blue body suit and yet another bottle of lubricant.
"Here, my dear," she said, "let's get you ready for the trip back to your rooms. When we explained to your husband that it was traditional for our customers to depart our store after a fitting, wearing one of their purchases, he selected this outfit for you."
Oh God, thought Cindy, this is getting to be just too much. But again, she was in no condition to argue. She took a deep breath and resigned herself to donning some of her new latex. As soon as she accepted that as the next step, she started to get excited again. Here she was living out her great fantasies, and loving it. Damn, this was good, and she was ever so horny!
Cindy took the bottle of lube and again smeared it all over her body, and in her pussy and ass, as she'd been doing for the past four hours. Then with the help of La Madam, she slid her feet and legs into the royal blue cat suit, pulling it up until the two plugs slid into her holes. She noted casually that they were not the remote-controlled vibrating ones. Thank God! Regardless, they immediately did their thing and got her pussy juices flowing. After a deep breath she pulled the rest of the suit up her torso, over her breasts. Before she could push her arms into the sleeves the sales girl handed her the blue gloves. Cindy realized that by putting them on before the rest of the suit she wouldn't be able to take them off. That thought gave her another tingle as she knew that she'd have to use her blue latex hands out in public.
But there was no fighting it. She slid the gloves up her arms to her arm pits and then slid her arms into the sleeves. The girl then helped her pull the suit up to her throat and zipped it closed up the back.
Cindy heard one of the padlocks click shut and knew her fate was sealed, literally. The girl then knelt down and reached between Cindy's legs to place another lock on the crotch zipper. She then handed the two keys set to Rob, who took them with a smile. He had a large keyring full of those keys, each numbered to match a lock from the dozen, or so, he had been provided. Cindy didn't have any of the keys...
As she had done all morning, Cindy then sat gingerly on a stool to slip on her high wedge heel boots. After they were in place, she was surprised that the girl knelt down in front of her and proceeded to insert pad locks into holes at the top of each boot. Cindy hadn't realized that the boot locking option existed. She looked up at Rob as he took those keys and added them to the collection.
Oh God, Cindy got another tingle as she realized that she was now locked into the boots, and could always be locked into them if she allowed Rob that control. She also knew that her rediscovered feelings of submission to her man would drive her to do so.
As Cindy stood, La Madame approached her with the blue latex corset. Cindy thought about resisting that additional restriction, especially going out in public. She knew that the expanded breasts that it would force upon her coupled with the restriction in her waist would cause a big uproar wherever they went. She could already feel the embarrassment and humiliation she knew she would experience as people gawked. It only made her hornier and hotter.
The corset was slowly laced to its full 4" restriction by the girl, who took the time to teach Rob how it should be done. It took quite a while with periodic pauses for Cindy's waist to adjust to the pressure. At the end Cindy had to hold onto the door frame while the laces were closed the last inch. She was left panting and had to hold onto Rob for a few minutes while she recovered.
Now covered in latex, Cindy looked for the dress she had worn into the shop, all those hours ago.
That's when it hit her that she couldn't possibly fit it onto her now latex enhanced body. Her breasts were too big and her waist too small to fit into it.
La Madame also realized that it would be a problem, so she sent the sales girl out to find a suitable replacement from the stock. She said that it would be a simple affair and would be on the house.
The sales girl returned with a blouse and skirt combination. The blouse long sleeved, white cotton, and light weight, and the skirt short, tight, black and, of course, latex lined with silk.
Both pieces fit Cindy like a glove.
Of course, Cindy's gloves, the high neck on her cat suit and her legs were all clearly royal blue latex.
The world would know. what she was wearing underneath.
La Madame then came up to her and handed a small bottle of lubricant, saying "My dear, you had better take this, you'll need it. In fact, you had better learn to always keep it in your purse." The word 'always' hit Cindy in her gut. Was this to be a part of her every-day life from now on? Is that what the woman was implying?
After a final critical inspection by La Madame, and a lascivious ogling from Rob, they were escorted to the door of the shop by all three staff members.
"We'll have everything delivered to your hotel, and we'll see you next week." La Madame called as they walked away.
"What did she mean by that?" Cindy asked Rob, somewhat breathlessly, as she had yet to get used to the reduced breathing caused by the corset, coupled with the exercise of walking in her high boots. Not to mention the plugs moving around inside her with every step.
"Oh, there are a couple of little things on back-order." Rob said dismissively.
It was at that moment that they ran into several older couples walking toward them on the sidewalk. One of the men stopped suddenly and stared his mouth hanging open and his eyes bugging out. His wife almost tripped, and the two couples behind him collided with his back.
When the other two men saw Cindy, they too stood transfixed. One of the women was also obviously impressed, but one of them was apparently scandalized. She muttered 'slut' and dragged her husband into and across the street. The others followed, slowly.
At first Cindy was mortified. Humiliated beyond anything she had ever been. But then it sunk in that in this outfit she was a slut, and the realization set her off like a rocket. she had to stop and hold onto Rob while she orgasmed on the spot. Of course, that caused her to feel very faint what with the restriction caused by the latex and the corset. The two plugs also played a part.
She had become the embodiment of her fantasies! She was the sexiest woman in Paris! She was a latex slut, standing on a street corner orgasming in public! That thought drove her to yet another orgasm, right then and there.
This one was bigger than the first, and she moaned aloud, drawing even more attention to herself. She almost fainted. It took several minutes with her leaning up against the wall behind her, and Rob holding her in place and shielding her as best he could form view, before she could breathe again and look up into his loving eyes.
She could tell that he was enjoying every minute of it, and she could feel his cock long and hard pushing into her belly. Damn! she wanted to get back to the room and screw him to death.
With every step the dildo in her pussy moved around and aroused her, and she was surprised that the anal plug seemed to contribute, positively to her feelings. Perhaps there was something enjoyable about anal penetration, after all.
She was, after all, not able to walk very much farther in her current state. They found another cafe, this one with a larger patio allowing them to sit somewhat out of sight. Cindy still drew stares from drooling men and mixed reactions from the women who glanced their way.
The situation continued to keep Cindy aroused, with barely enough self-control to keep her emotions in check. Just sitting quietly on the hard chair, trying to catch her breath, was driving her nuts as the plugs were pushed ever so much deeper into her two holes. There was no relief there.
A nice cool glass of wine did help, and they finally had a chance to eat their much-delayed lunch.
Rob continued to stare with unmasked desire at Cindy's shape and outfit.
Cindy couldn't eat much due to the corset. That situation too added to her sexual heat. The controlling restriction of it all fed her submissive feelings. She was becoming more accustomed to those too, and more in love with those long-ignored emotions.
After a couple of hours sitting in the cafe, and a second glass of wine Cindy was ready to walk again. But as she stood up, she realized that she had to go to the bathroom and pee.
She paused and whispering, explained her situation to Rob. Embarrassed and humiliated yet again that she couldn't even pee without permission and assistance. She knew that even if given the key, she wouldn't be able to reach down and open her suit let alone open it up and afterwards wipe herself properly.
Rob also knew and understood her predicament and enjoyed it thoroughly. Of course, that emphasized her humiliation yet again, and sent another wave of excitement to her poor pussy.
Rob escorted Cindy to the back of the restaurant and found the tiny washroom available to customers. They entered together without anyone noticing, and locked the door behind themselves.
Cindy unzipped her latex skirt and let it fall to the flor so she could step out of it. They had to jockey for position in the tiny space so he could bed down and find the number on the lock at her crotch. He had to squat down and stick his face deep into her crotch and pull the lock forward into the light so he could read it. He then had to find the right key among the many on his key ring before he could finally unlock the zipper and expose her pussy.
During all of this, Cindy balanced on her high heels and concentrated on not losing control of her bladder.
As soon as she could she backed to the toilet and squatted over the bowl. She had never before peed in front of Rob, and the process embarrassed her further. When she was done, Rob had to wipe her as if she was a little girl, humiliating her further. He then zipped her back up and relocked her suit.
When she tried to bend to pick up her skirt, she found that that too was impossible, so Rob had to help her again.
All in all, it was a totally embarrassing and humiliating performance. Cindy couldn't believe that even that turned her on.
When they were ready, they opened the door to leave only to find two women waiting to use the rest room. One looked disgusted, while the other winked at the two of them. Cindy was certain that neither knew what had really gone on in that tiny little bathroom.
As they walked out, Cindy wondered if that was the way things were going to be from now on. The thought of her secret helplessness was yet another turn-on.
Rob was also thinking that the whole situation was a huge turn-on. Having that kind of total control of his wife, turned latex slut, was one of his greatest fantasies come to life.
The walk back to the hotel was just more of the same excitement for Cindy. She reveled in the lustful looks of the men who watched her. The scornful looks of some of the women and the lustful looks of others, provided more sexual stimuli for her.
She fell in love with the feeling of the latex on her body, the compression, the warmth, the smooth texture. The restriction it placed on her movements. It was very much as she imagined it would be back when she was younger and masturbating to her stimulating sexual fantasies.
By now the high heels were becoming increasingly painful. She had, after all spent most of the day in them. The plugs in her pussy and anus were driving her nuts, wiggling around inside her with each short step. The corset was also hurting and she still wasn't used to the short breaths she had to take. She found that with the big breasts the corset provided, and the unbending stiffness of the boning she couldn't see her feet, or the ground immediately in front of her. Several times she had stumbled, and had to be caught by Rob. Again, she wondered if this was to be her new normal. God, it made her so very horny.
She wasn't sure how much more she could take. Part of her didn't want it to stop. Part of her wanted to get back to the hotel and have sex for ten hours, and part of her just wanted to get to the hotel so she could soak in the tub and sleep for a day.
Rob just wanted to get back to the hotel to screw Cindy's brains out, but he knew he had one more stop to make.
They ducked into the next Apothecary shop they came to, and Rob purchased an enema kit. Cindy didn't understand what he was doing so he whispered into her ear, "we can't be sticking things into your bum, without making sure it's clean in there first."
Cindy sputtered and blushed like a lobster, and spent the next five minutes considering the implications. The enema she'd given herself at the latex shop had been unpleasant. Now it seemed she may have to get used to them. It was another thought that oddly enough excited her.
They left the shop to the now typical stares of drooling men and the mixed reviews of several women.
At last they made it back to the hotel. Walking through the lobby was another adventure, as the staff who had come to know them, stopped to watch her in all of her new latex slut glory.
