Chapter One of the Misha Kyle Trilogy

The Honey Trap – Part 3

A few days had passed, the police had returned her car and the prototype, and Misha’s anger had subsided somewhat, though she had come up with a few more extreme designs for her outfits during her darker moments, thinking of how she could use them on a certain slutty schoolgirl.  She’d never been particularly vengeful before, but the world had changed a lot in the last few months; perhaps she had changed with it, thanks to Honey.  If nothing else, she could repurpose the designs into some more hardcore offerings for her business; there would certainly be a market for them.

Her phone rang one afternoon as she reviewed some art pieces she had commissioned, of a new mascot for the business.  Aside from the extreme restraint gear designs, another positive had come from the experience with Honey, namely that Misha now had a name she liked that would hopefully draw in more customers.  ‘Latex Leopard, LLC’ had a nice ring to it, and cats were always good for marketing, especially these days when sexy catgirls were all over the place, and one clad in hot pink leopard print latex would hit a lot of buttons. Glancing at the screen, Misha grinned, picking it up and swiping to answer.  “Hey, Kyou!”

“Hey there, Misha,” Kyou replied cheerfully.  “Did all the pictures meet your approval?”

“Of course they did,” Misha said.  Kyou had sent her the link with all of the photos from the last shoot earlier in the morning, and despite her worries at the time, as promised, all of the possible problems she had pointed out had been wiped away by the magic of his photo-editing software.  “I had wanted to call you about them later, but you know how busy I get.”

“Are you sure you’re okay to keep at it so hard?  I mean, after everything that happened and what the police did…”

Misha grimaced.  She had been angry, sure, and her faith in the law had wavered somewhat, to say the least, but her best coping mechanism had always been her work, and so that’s what she had thrown herself into.  It hadn’t failed her yet. “What’s done is done,” she said, at last, shrugging.  “I’ve got a lot more important matters to worry about; can’t keep dwelling on things I can’t change, can I?”

Her eyes glanced to her design table, at the drawings that she had completed earlier that  morning for the new, more extreme designs for restraints and latex clothing.  Only hardcore masochists, or perhaps their doms, would ever consider purchasing such intense designs, but there was definitely a market out there.  But…Misha had someone specific in mind when she’d come up with the designs.  She’d never been one for revenge fantasies before, certainly, but if she ever managed to get her hands on Honey, the slutty schoolgirl would make a wonderful test subject.  Once fully locked into the multi-layered latex and heavy-duty restraints, Honey wouldn’t be getting out easily, and absolutely not without help.  Misha felt a grin forming on her lips as she had a vision of Honey begging her for release, but quickly shook her head.  No, it wasn’t the time for something like that…not yet…

“Yeah, that’s true I guess.  You know you can talk to me anytime you need to though, right?”

“I really appreciate it, Kyou.  You’re awesome,” she said, her smile returning.  She could sense his smile when he spoke again.

“So, did you have any plans for this evening?  Gloria had been asking how you were doing and we kinda had some ideas for a little dinner get-together this evening if you’d like to join us.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your private time like that…”

“Oh, no, that’s not it,” Kyou said, chuckling.  “We’d planned it for all three of us from the start.  A little dinner, music…kinky latex hijinks, that kind of thing.”

Misha’s eyebrows rose.  “Kinky latex hijinks?”

“Mmhmm,” Kyou replied in a throaty purr.  “Gloria had the idea, and we really started getting excited by it…maybe a little more than we should have.” He laughed, obviously excited.  “You’ve heard of those room escape challenges, right?  Well… the same kind of thing but with bondage gear.  Just the three of us, a lot of latex, leather, and metal, maybe some fun little things that vibrate.  What do you think?”

“I…well it sounds really fun!  But I-”

“Come on, don’t hide behind your work now,” Kyou said.  “Gloria’s already said that she won’t accept ‘no’ for an answer, and it’s my butt on the line if you don’t come.  You might not see me for a few days if Gloria has her way.”  Kyou laughed, having said the last part in jest.

Grinning, Misha squirmed in her seat.  “I really don’t want to intrude…”

“You wouldn’t be, I promise!  Totally up to you, but we’d really like to have you over tonight, Misha.  I think you’d enjoy it.”

“Well…” Misha’s lips had already been curled into a smile, but there were already thoughts of the three of them in latex dancing through her head.  “Okay, what the heck?  I’ll be there.  What time?”

“Great!” Kyou said, his voice almost a girlish squeal.  “Be here at six tonight, and wear something in latex; think fancy party like.  I know you’ve got plenty of dresses that fit the bill.”  Kyou paused for a moment.  “And bring any playthings you might want to try out tonight; Gloria can be a little insatiable sometimes,” he added in a quick whisper.

Misha’s eyebrows rose, but she found herself giggling.  “Okay then!  I’ll be there!”

“See you about six then!  I’ll start getting this place cleaned up!  Bye-bye!”

“Bye!” Misha said, waiting till the phone clicked, making sure the phone had ended the call before she laid the phone on the desk.  The idea of having a play-filled night with Kyou and Gloria was certainly exciting, especially given how supportive they’d been the last few days.  She continued grinning, leaning over and resting her chin in one hand, her thoughts already going to what she was going to wear, and more importantly, what kind of entertainment she could bring along, reigning in her imagination as it threatened to run wild with half the shop’s inventory going into her trunk.  Now that it was cleaned up and with a few improvements in place, the prototype catsuit was definitely going, though.

Misha actually forced herself to finish up early for once, giving herself an hour to drive back to her apartment and get ready for the special dinner.  In addition to the prototype, she had grabbed a few items from the office, carrying them in a small gym bag.  Once back home, she had taken a quick shower to freshen up, then got dressed.  Though she wasn’t entirely sure what Kyou and Gloria had in mind for the night, the concept had held her attention since the phone call, and she had decided to go with something simpler, but still elegant.  The dress she picked was black and sleeveless, but covered everything else from her neck down to her hips, hugging her curves perfectly.  She rolled a pair of opera-style gloves up her arms, leaving only her shoulders and part of her biceps exposed.  The tightness of the dress left no room for a bra, only a garter belt with matching latex stockings and a skimpy thong, though the hem around her hips wasn’t quite in hobble skirt territory.  A pair of moderate, four-inch open-toed heels finished up her attire, and Misha hurried to touch up her makeup and hair before heading out.

Arriving at Kyou’s place soon after, Misha glanced at the clock on her car’s dashboard, seeing that it was just a couple of minutes before six.  With the evening sun already hiding behind some of the tall skyscrapers, casting shadows over the street, Misha parked at the curb and glanced back at the gym bag and the suitcase that contained the prototype, and another pair of matching cases, wondering if she should bring them with her.  Holding off for the moment, she wiggled up out of the car seat, snatching her purse, and then locked up before walking toward Kyou’s door.  She saw a few people on the street further down, one older man taking her in with a lingering gaze.  She grinned cheerfully toward him, giving a little wave that had him shaking his head and hurrying away.

Misha pressed the button by the door, hearing the buzz of the doorbell.  She held her hands clasped together in front of her with her small purse, waiting.  After about a minute with no answer, she wondered if Kyou might not have heard, and pressed the button again.  Misha started as she heard the sound of a gasp and a moan beyond the door, faint, but definitely there.  Just as her imagination had started to try to fill in the details, the door unlocked and swung open.  Misha gasped in surprise, cheeks heating as she took in the sight before her.

Gloria stood meekly by the door, wearing a revealing, curve-hugging latex maid’s uniform in black and white, complete with frills at the ends of the sleeves and hem of the knee-length skirt and matching headband.  Not an inch of her below her jawline was visible, though it appeared that her impressive breasts may pop the latex top of the uniform at any moment, especially if her fully erect nipples managed to poke through.  Given the way Gloria held herself and judging from the outline below the uniform, she wore a corset beneath the latex outerwear.  Misha couldn’t see much of Gloria’s face either, one of her eyes hidden behind her hair as usual, and much of the rest of her face covered by the harness gag and the wide, thick panel that covered the lower half of her face.  Her visible eye twinkled playfully at Misha as she held up her gloved hands, a stout pair of leather cuffs circling her wrists, held together by a single lock, motioning Misha inside with a sweep and a bow.  Matching cuffs encircled her latex-covered ankles but were connected via a short chain, a much steeper pair of heels on her feet than what Misha wore, stilettos that were just shy of hitting ballet heel territory.

As Misha came out of her stunned state, she nodded to Gloria and stepped inside, hearing a very faint buzzing sound coming from the blonde woman.  Misha watched as Gloria closed the door, noting the way her ass likewise seemed to threaten to rip through the tight latex.  As the door shut, it chimed, and Gloria shuddered, moaning into her gag as the buzzing intensified for a brief moment, then went back to its slower speed.  “Um…hello, Gloria!  You seem to be enjoying yourself!”

The taller woman nodded at Misha, obviously grinning behind the gag before wiggling her hips as she bowed again, gesturing for Misha to follow along as she started toward the elevator, her uniform squeaking.  Misha followed, noting that Gloria seemed to handle her restraints well, walking without issue despite her shorter steps and extreme heels.  As they reached the elevator, the buzzing that could only have been coming from one place intensified again, sounding almost angry as it flared up three times.  Gloria moaned softly, her hands going between her legs as she halted and squeezed her thighs together, her eye looking upward toward the apartment above.  “Crmnng, Mrhhmr CHmrr!“ (Coming, Master Kyou!) she panted around the gag, finally recovering enough to step into the elevator, motioning for Misha to follow.

As the elevator started upward, another trio of insistent buzzes came from between Gloria’s legs, and she moaned, her visible eye rolling.  She looked to Misha, what was visible of her cheeks blushing.  “Mrhhmr Chmrr crn hm hr nmhrhnmnh hrmmhnmmh!“ (Master Kyou can be so impatient sometimes!) she said, her gagged voice breathy, heated with her arousal. Misha could hear soft music coming into range as they rose, sounding like something from a high-class Italian restaurant.

Misha giggled, smiling at Gloria.  “Certainly seems that way,” she said at last.  Kyou must have had the vibrator tied to a remote, and to the doorbell and chime.  If that was what he had in mind for the pre-dinner antics, Misha could only wonder what was in store for later.

As the elevator came to a stop on the upper floor, another chime sounded.  Misha didn’t remember that one being there before, though it seemed to have the same effect on Gloria, the buzzing intensifying again for several seconds as she opened the elevator gate and motioned for Misha to follow.  Wondering how many more chimes Kyou had set up since she was last in his apartment, Misha caught the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen.  “Oh my, that smells wonderful!” she said, breathing deeply of the scent of fresh bread, hints of garlic and pasta, with a distinct scent of seared chicken.

Gloria led Misha to the studio area, and the area Kyou used as a living room and lounge.  Kyou stood beside the entertainment system, adjusting the volume knob as they entered.  He turned and smiled pleasantly at Misha, holding his arms wide as his eyes took her in.  “Misha, so glad you made it!  You look stunning!”

“Oh, and you as well, Kyou!  That’s such a fancy kimono you’re wearing!”  Misha said, stepping to Kyou, who took her hand and kissed it, then pulled her into a friendly hug and kissed her cheeks, their outfits squeaking as they rubbed against each other.  His kimono was a deep blue, not quite as dark as his hair, which he had up in a bun, held in place with a quartet of long hairpins, each dangling with different colored beads.  The kimono was made entirely of latex, glistening in the evening light filtering through the windows of his studio, with a broad red latex obi about his midsection, tied into a wide bow at his back.  The front of the kimono was closed around his chest, but loose about his legs, which appeared to be clad in thigh-length white latex stockings, the feet of which were tabi-style, and nestled into a pair of high-heeled sandals, about the same height of Misha’s own heels.  “I swear, that is absolutely gorgeous!  Who made it, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Kyou continued to beam, and looked toward Gloria, who stood silently to the side, squirming as the buzzing between her legs continued unabated.  “It was a gift from Gloria; I don’t think I can pronounce the name of the designer with any kind of accuracy, but they’re out of Italy.”

Misha nodded, a small list of names going through her head; there weren’t that many who could design something like that and make it look so good.  “It really does look good on you.  Gloria has excellent taste,” she added, looking at Gloria with a grin.  “As does whoever chose her uniform.”

Grinning, Kyou reached into one of his wide sleeves, took out a small remote control, and tapped a button; Gloria immediately started squirming more noticeably, the buzzing having intensified again.  “Thank you.  It suits her well, doesn’t it?  Better get started setting the table, Gloria; we’ll be along in a moment.”

Gloria bowed to Kyou, turning easily in her heels and sauntered toward the kitchen, heels clicking as the chain between her ankles jingled.  Misha noticed how Kyou stared after her, and she couldn’t help but stare for a few moments herself, watching Gloria’s amazing backside in that tight latex.  “Is she going to model for some of your shoots sometime?  She’s so gorgeous!”

“Probably not, unless it’s a private shoot,” Kyou replied as Gloria disappeared into the doorway to the kitchen.  “She’s got a high stress kind of job where she has to deal with a lot of people, so it’s kind of an escape for her to come here and spend time with me.  Not that I mind at all, of course.  It gets lonely here sometimes.”

Misha nodded, looking back to Kyou with a playful smirk on her face.  He really did adore her; it was obvious by the look on his face.  “So, any more hints at what the after-dinner entertainment is going to be?  I brought quite a few things with me, even the prototype suit.”

“Oh, great, Gloria was curious to see that one!  We’ve got some amusing games planned, I think,” Kyou replied, laughing as he turned back to Misha, his brown eyes sparkling, his tail raised excitedly behind him.  “There’s a bit of randomness involved, and a whole lot of squirming and struggling.  No penalties for the number of orgasms, either.”

“Oh my,” Misha replied, blushing.  “That sounds rather intense!”

“Yeah, but it sounds like a lot of fun, too, right?”  He put his arm around Misha’s shoulders.  “Come on, let’s start dinner.  It’s a recipe from Gloria’s family, and I’m dying to try it!”

As they started toward the kitchen, Misha looked to Kyou.  “So, does Gloria work as your maid often?  She seems to handle the uniform really well, even with those little extras you’re controlling there.”

“We…might’ve played around a few times,” Kyou said, smiling at Misha as they walked, heels clicking on the flooring.  “We switch around, though; sometimes I’m her maid.”

Misha’s eyebrows raised.  “Oh, so you have a uniform too?”

“Yep,” Kyou replied, winking at her.  “A few different ones, in fact, and not all of them in latex, and not all of them styled like the classic maid.  If you ask really nicely, I might consider showing you sometime.  Sounds like something Gloria might enjoy, a little date for just you girls, and your loyal kitty boy to serve your every whim and desire.”

Misha felt her cheeks warm even more.  “Oh, wow, that does sound intriguing,” she said at last, though she couldn’t quite shake the thoughts of Kyou in a maid’s uniform from her mind as they came into the kitchen, where the delicious aroma of the prepared dinner threatened to make her stomach growl.

Gloria had just finished setting the three places at the table as Misha and Kyou came into the kitchen, rising and giving a deep curtsey to them, making it look elegant even with the cuffs and chains upon her wrists and ankles.  She pulled one of the chairs from the table, looking at Misha and motioning with one hand.  Once Misha had been seated, Gloria did the same for Kyou, getting a kiss upon her cheek before she turned her attention back to the stove.

In short order, Gloria had salads and drinks served, and soon had the main courses as well, along with fresh garlic bread out of the oven.  Kyou undid the ballgag that filled her mouth and finally assisted her in seating herself, giving her a break as he poured the wine for them.

“This smells amazing, Gloria,” Misha said, looking over the feast.  “You did all of this yourself?”

Gloria grinned, looking at Kyou with her visible eye as he returned to his seat.  “I had some help,” she said, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“I’m not the greatest cook by any stretch of the imagination,” Kyou said, laughing.  “Too much single living, I guess.”

“I can sympathize with that,” Misha said, joining in his laughter.  She looked back at Gloria.  “Did you take classes?”

Gloria shook her head, squirming in the seat as she sipped her wine.  Her hands were still cuffed, and the vibrator hadn’t stopped.  “I learned most of this on my own back in Italy when I was younger.  See, I raised my little sister Amelia pretty much all on my own for quite a few years, until gran-gran Claire took us in.  Amelia could be a picky eater when she was a kid.”

“Oh, that’s really sweet!  Is she in Sentinel City too?”

Gloria nodded.  “She’s here.  The whole family is here, in fact.  It’s been quite a while since we’ve called Italy our home.  We had so many more opportunities in the States, and we’ve absolutely flourished here.  Amelia’s the head of a big corporation, in fact, though she’s still a bit of a brat.”  Gloria smiled fondly for a few moments, putting her wine glass down before picking up her fork and knife, cutting into the chicken breast .  “But enough about me.  Tell me a little about yourself, sweetheart.”

Misha took a bit of the chicken, moaning involuntarily at the delicious flavor.  It took her a few moments to recover before she finally replied.  Conversation continued between the three of them, going from one topic to another.  Though Misha wanted to keep her drinking to a minimum, she found she couldn’t help but follow suit with Kyou and Gloria, the wonderful food easing the way.  By the time they had cleaned their plates, Misha felt quite full, and more than a little relaxed, but not quite tipsy.

Sometime later, with dinner finished, the trio found themselves within Kyou’s spacious living room, still giggling over one of Kyou’s jokes.  Kyou and Gloria sat to either side of Misha on the sofa, leaning against her, their latex outfits creaking as they rubbed together.  “Is it time we started the after-dinner entertainment, Master Kyou?” Gloria asked in a sultry pur, her fingers sliding over Misha’s thigh as her large breasts pressed against Misha’s arm.

“If our guest is ready, of course,” Kyou said, patting Misha’s knee on his side as he purred softly, leaning in closer to whisper in her ear.  “How about it, Misha?  Shall we get started?”

“Did um, you have anything in particular in mind, Kyou?  Gloria?” Misha asked, feeling suddenly very warm inside her latex dress.

“Oh, we certainly do, sweetheart,” Gloria said, her breath warm on Misha’s ear, her lips finding Misha’s cheek a moment later.

Kyou grinned, kissing Misha’s other cheek.  “I was thinking, Misha, that I have a very naughty maid who could use some very strict discipline; she’s been keeping me rock hard all evening and has done nothing at all to ease her master’s needs.  And there were all those looks she kept shooting at you across the table, hinting at so very much but delivering on nothing.  Don’t you think she could stand to be punished?”

Misha licked her lips, glancing at Gloria, the blonde’s visible eye glittering with an eager energy. She had been sending some very steamy looks toward Misha throughout dinner, had even brushed a foot against Misha’s leg a few times.  Turning back to Kyou, feeling her cheeks warming further, her eyes dipping, noticing the bulge beneath his kimono, Misha nodded slowly as she brought her gaze back to him.  “Well, maybe she does…”

“Would you care to do the honors, Misha?” Kyou’s grin widened.  “I think it’s only fair that our special guest takes the lead tonight.  You brought your new suit with you, right?  As I recall, that was a very impressive outfit, certainly befitting one in charge of punishing a naughty maid like Gloria here.  I could take some pictures while you work, give you an idea of what it looks like in action.”

She hadn’t exactly expected that Kyou would offer Misha a chance to dominate Gloria tonight.  She’d expected some kind of kinky games, but nothing like that.  “I did bring the suit, but…” Misha took a breath, feeling her nipples aching beneath her dress as she smiled at each of them.  Time to spring a surprise of her own.  “…I didn’t bring just one.  I’ve actually had time to cook up a little surprise for both of you.  I bet you didn’t know that each of you had asked me to make a suit for the other, did you?”

Kyou and Gloria both gasped, their cheeks reddening as they looked from Misha to each other, then back.  “Y-you actually have it done already?” Gloria asked, blinking.

“Two suits?  In just a few days?” Kyou said, blinking.  “That’s really fast.”

Misha’s grin widened, and her hands patted Kyou and Gloria’s thighs.  “When I set my mind to something, I get results.  It was kind of funny, though, both of you asking for the same thing within a couple hours of one another, and with each others’ measurements on hand.  Really cute, actually.  And I’ve even made some improvements to the design since you last saw it, and a few extra surprises.”  Taking a moment to let them start getting some ideas, sharing another look at one another before they returned their attention to Misha, Misha patted their legs.  “How about this, then?  We’ll get the suits out of my car, and all of us will get suited up, and I can show you both exactly how they work.  And maybe after we can see about who gets a punishment then?  See who makes the best impression on me, perhaps?”

Gloria licked her red lips, letting out an excited moan.  “Oh, Kyou, sweetheart, I’m really starting to like this girl.  I think our little bondage game for later just got a lot more fun!”

“Bondage game?” Misha asked, eyebrows raising.

Gloria grinned playfully, raising a finger and waving it in front of Misha’s face.  “Ah ah, I still have to keep some things to myself.  Can’t go spoiling all the surprises now, can I?”

“Yeah, I guess not!” Misha said, laughing.

“Well don’t keep us waiting, Gloria,” Kyou said after a moment, rising from the couch, patting Misha’s shoulder, his voice taking on a more commanding tone, though still retaining a playful nature to it.  “Go get Misha’s things from her car so that we can see what she’s cooked up for us.”

“He can be so demanding sometimes,” Gloria whispered to Misha, kissing her cheek again before she rose, standing easily despite the severe nature of her heels.  She grabbed the skirt of her uniform, spreading it as she dipped into a curtsy.  “As you wish, Master Kyou.  I’ll be back in a minute.”

Kyou’s grin turned sly, and he reached into his kimono sleeve again.  The buzzing between Gloria’s legs intensified, and she shuddered, gasping.  “Better hurry, and you’d better not come before I give you permission!  Should I secure your cuffs before you go?”

“N-no, Master Kyou!  That’s not needed!” Gloria said, a bit breathlessly, as she hurried toward the elevator, pausing only long enough to snatch Misha’s car keys from where she had laid her purse on one of the tables at the edge of Kyou’s photo studio.

Once the blonde had disappeared from sight and Kyou no longer stared at her shapely rear as she scurried away, he offered a hand to Misha, helping her stand.  “So what kind of surprises did you put into Gloria’s suit?”  The chimes sounded as the elevator descended.

Misha waved a finger, shaking her head.  “Ah-ah, I’m not telling, not yet.  It’s going to be a lot more fun for you two to find out together.”

“No hints or anything?” Kyou’s tail wavered behind him, his ears raised.  “Please?”

“Well…” Misha considered him for a moment, opened her mouth to respond, then closed it with a playful grin.  “Nope, sorry, you’re not getting anything just yet.  It wouldn’t be fair to Gloria.”

Kyou put his fists on his hips, frowning at Misha, though it was obviously forced, and looked more like he was suppressing a grin.  “So you two have hardly spent any time alone together and you’re already thick as thieves, huh?  What chance do I even have?”

“No chance at all really,” Misha said, shrugging.  “You know how it is; us girls have to stick together.”  She met Kyou’s stare for a moment and then started laughing with him.  “I should probably go help her with those cases; they’re a bit on the bulky side.”

“Oh, she’ll be fine;  Gloria’s not as delicate as she looks,” Kyou said.  The next chime sounded, signaling that she had reached the front door.  His grin turned sly.  “Though she might be a little weak in the knees right now.”

“Isn’t that a little mean?”

“She’ll get me back sooner or later, don’t you worry about that,” Kyou said, chuckling.  “I suspect the next date night is going to be really interesting, especially if we’ve got those new suits to play with.  How did you manage to get them done so quickly?  Haven’t started developing super-speed, have you?”

“Well…,” Misha said, pausing as she considered the question.  She wasn’t entirely sure where the time had gone when she had started revising her own suit and had gotten the orders from Kyou and Gloria.  Once she had set her mind to what she was doing, the hours just vanished; she’d remembered working through the night at least a couple of times since she had started the work, but as long as she had been focused on creating the suits and modifying the electronics in them, she hadn’t felt fatigued in the slightest.  It was only when she finally decided to take a break that the exhaustion had hit, forcing her to nap on the couch in her office for a while.  But then, once she had woken up, had some coffee, and got another idea for the suits, she had gone right back to work, almost as if she were possessed by a greater power of some kind.  She had known exactly what needed to be done, and did it with speed and confidence, never once second-guessing herself.  Maybe she was just getting to the point where she had mastered her craft?  “I guess I just got lost in my work.  Maybe I’m just starting to become a workaholic.”

Kyou patted her shoulder.  “Well, however you did it, be careful about overdoing things, okay?  You’re always welcome to come and crash here for a few hours if you need a break from the shop.”

“Thanks, Kyou,” Misha said, patting his hand.  The door chimes sounded again, and a few moments later, so too did the one in the elevator.  Misha hurried over to meet Gloria, but once the lift had come to a stop, she saw that Gloria had a determined look in her eye, though sweat now beaded on her forehead.  She held one case and the gym bag of toys in one hand, and had hold of both of the other cases in the other, handles clutched firmly together.

Before Misha could raise the gate, Gloria hooked the toe of her shoe under the wooden lip, and with a surprising mix of grace and power, brought it fully open with but an upward tug, the gate actually crashing against the top of its track and bouncing back down a bit.  She smiled at Misha as she stepped delicately out, the buzzing still as loud as ever.  “Thanks, sweetheart, but I’ve got these.  Master, where should I put them?”

Misha blinked, stepping aside as Kyou directed Gloria to another table.  She had to make two trips for those cases; it wasn’t so much the weight as the size of them, but still, that Gloria could manage all that wearing the maid’s uniform was impressive.

With the cases resting on the table, Misha joined the pair as Kyou finally turned Gloria’s vibrator down to the faint hum it had been on most of the night.  “Well…I guess we shouldn’t waste any more time then, right?”

Kyou nodded.  “Right.  We can each take a room and get dressed, then meet back out here.  I’ll even allow my naughty maid to undress herself, just this once.”

“We can just get dressed here, together,” Misha said quickly.  Kyou and Gloria looked at one another, then at Misha, surprised looks on their faces.  Misha felt her cheeks heat a bit, but she continued.  “I’ve already worn mine in front of both of you anyway, and there are aspects of getting the suits properly settled that you might need my help with.”

“Sure,” Gloria said, at last, her lips curling into a hungry grin as she finally looked from Kyou to Misha.  “That’s a wonderful idea, sweetheart.  Does Master Kyou approve?” she asked, a much-too-sweet tone to her voice.

Looking a little flustered, his tail swishing, cheeks reddened, Kyou nodded quickly.  “Sure, yeah, as long as Misha’s comfortable with that, then I don’t have a problem with it.”

“Good!  Now, here’s yours, Kyou, and here’s yours, Gloria,” Misha said, sliding the cases toward their respective owners.  She wasn’t exactly sure where the idea to dress together had come from, but she wasn’t nearly as nervous at making the suggestion as she would have been a few days ago.  She felt safe with the two of them, that she could trust them, so getting naked only to be fully suited once again was hardly a huge hurdle.  Not really.  “For the initial fitting, I’ll keep the controllers, just to make sure everything is working as intended, and to demonstrate how they work.”

“Oooh, yes, ma’am,” Gloria said in a heated tone, already untying her apron.  Kyou raised an eyebrow at Gloria but began untying his obi a moment later.  With practiced ease, all three of them had their tight-fitting latex clothes peeled off and piled to the side, though Gloria insisted that Kyou be the one to remove the vibrator she had…suffered?…with the whole evening thus far, her thighs quite moist.  “It’s only fair; you put it there, sweetheart, so you’re going to take it back out,” she said in a honeyed tone.

Misha felt herself warm as her eyes darted between Kyou and Gloria, both of them quite beautiful, and not the least bit shy about being naked in front of her.  There was something about Gloria’s voluptuous body that sent a shiver through Misha, though, something she couldn’t quite explain as her eyes traced Gloria’s amazing curves with her eyes.  She could look at Gloria forever…

Blowing out her breath, Misha gave a quick shake of her head, the need to keep staring at Gloria passing just as quickly as it had come upon her.  It wasn’t so odd, was it?  Gloria could have easily been a supermodel if she wanted to, with a perfect body like that.   Taking her newly revamped suit in her hands, feeling the fresh, cool latex in her fingers, Misha undid the zippers and began sliding her feet into the lubricated legs.  The suit glistened, coal black but for the red highlights of the seams of the zippers.  Misha looked over to Kyou and Gloria, each having opened their cases, and were slowly taking out their own suits, looking over them with big grins on their faces.  Gloria’s suit was a deep crimson shade, with black highlights, and Kyou’s was in a midnight blue shade, not unlike his hair, with crimson highlights. At least for the moment, anyway.  That could, and likely would, change soon enough, another feature Misha had managed to get working since she’d had her recent bursts of inspiration, and one she was quite proud of.  That ability alone would place her leagues ahead of the nearest competition once she launched the product line.

“Okay, so, when you get to the midsection, you need to be a little careful; that’s where the inserts you’ve requested are, and a special pouch in Kyou’s case,” Misha said, wiggling her suit up over her hips, feeling her own insertables sliding easily into place.  “Go slow there, make sure everything settles properly.  Kyou may have to have a hand getting his tail into the sheath, but once you’re past that section, it should be pretty easy going all the way to the neck.  Things get a lot more interesting once we turn them on.”

Misha finished suiting up first, finishing by sealing the zippers beneath flaps that stuck in place with a simple pressing of her fingers along their lengths, making the suit look more seamless. The hood she would save for later.  Kyou still worked at wiggling his into place around his hips, Gloria taking a few moments to help him with his tail, but otherwise they had little trouble getting themselves zipped up and covered from the neck down.  “Everything feel okay?”

Careful to keep her expression neutral, a bit of understandable nervousness creeping in, Misha watched as the pair’s hands explored their suits.  Kyou’s tail snaked back and forth as he swayed his hips, feeling at the bulge between his legs, and Gloria had busied herself with feeling up her sizable breasts after some stretches of her own.  As the seconds ticked by, Misha was feeling anxious that they might have detected some kind of flaws she had missed, or that she’d messed up on the measurements and the suits weren’t fitting right, or-

“Oh my god, Misha, this is the most comfortable catsuit I’ve ever worn!” Kyou said suddenly, spinning about, stopping with his shapely rear angled toward Gloria, tail raised excitedly.  “Ever since I got my tail, I’ve never found one that not only fit, but allowed me to move it like I’m not even wearing it!  And there’s pretty much no discomfort around my crotch!”

“I’d have to agree with Kyou’s assessment, sweetheart,” Gloria said, her eyes lingering on Kyou’s backside for a few seconds more before she too gave a graceful twirl, rising onto her toes as graceful as any ballerina, stretching her arms above her head to show off how well the suit hugged her curves.  “It really is like a second skin, Misha; the tightness in the chest is exactly what I wanted, no sense of being too snug at all.”

Having finished her twirl, Goria and Kyou shared long, approving looks over one another before they turned appreciative smiles to Misha.  “These are amazing, Misha; I don’t know how you managed to get them so perfectly fit in such a short amount of time,” Kyou said.

Beaming, Misha bowed her head, clasping her hands together in front of her, she shrugged.  “I uh, guess I was just really inspired.”

“It’s more than that, sweetheart,” Gloria said, taking a couple steps closer to grasp Misha’s shoulder.  “You’ve got a talent for this kind of work, I’m sure of it. You’re going to be very busy once word of these gets out, I can guarantee it.  The entire family will want one, I’m sure; in fact, if you’re interested in more…unique applications, I’d almost guarantee you that Jennifer would be willing to consider your talents for a project she’s working on.”

Misha looked up, eyes wide, her head already spinning at the thought of making suits for the rest of the Tempests.  “A…project?  What kind of project?”

Gloria gave a small shake of her head.  “I’d rather Jennifer discuss that with you later; I’d hate to get the details wrong.  But I will certainly be letting her know about you.  Let’s come down out of the clouds for a minute,” she said, giggling as she patted Misha’s cheek.  “I believe you hinted at some additional features…and I know we both had some very naughty ideas in mind.”  Gloria turned her head and smiled at Kyou with a knowing look.  He shot a playful, tooth-filled grin back at her.

“Oh, oh yes, of course!” Misha said, shaking her head to get her mind back on track.  “You’ll find your hoods in the cases as well; go ahead and do up your hair and get those on, and I’ll unlock the controllers and start the demonstration proper.  I think you’re going to enjoy this…”  Watching the pair return to their cases to fish out the hoods, Misha turned to her own, taking up two of the three controllers on the inside.  She had gone with the more secure design of having dedicated control devices tied to each suit instead of a cell phone app, though that was still certainly an option should someone wish to go with the cheaper route.  She booted up the mini tablets, having built her system on them in lieu of cell-phone sized controllers until she could finalize the design, but they were fully functional.

Glancing at Kyou and Gloria, Misha saw that they were assisting each other with the hoods, having tied their hair back into buns.  Each deftly worked the hoods into place on their faces and guided the zippers downward, obviously having practiced this sort of thing before, finishing by pressing the latex flap over the zippers, rubbing it so that it was completely smooth and mostly hiding the zipper channel.  The design of the hoods meant that the masks extended all the way down to their collarbones, and did a decent job of hiding their hair in the back.  Misha took note of how their lips were highlighted by the zippered openings, and how the latex rimmed their eyes.  That was certainly one of the design challenges she still faced, of course, how to maintain the skin-tight appearance even with hair as long as Kyou’s and Gloria’s, especially for long periods of time, while maintaining comfort to the wearer.  She thought the current design would work, but without proper longer-term testing than a few hours of wearing her own mask while she worked on their suits, it was not yet a certainty.  But perhaps with a some more data, she could-

Gloria turned toward Misha, smiling in a sweet, yet hungry way, both eyes visible now, and Misha blinked, realizing that she had been going off on a work-related tangent in her head.  With a quick shake of her head, feeling her cheeks warming, she tapped at the screens of the controllers.  “So, nice and cozy there now, right?  Not too tight or noticing any odd feelings?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Kyou said, turning his head back and forth, his ears twitching in the custom-made pockets atop his head.  “I don’t think I’ve actually had a hood that fits quite so well, actually.  You got the ear slots just perfect.”

“And they look so cute,” Gloria added, leaning in to kiss Kyou’s cheek.  “I’m very satisfied with what you’ve done, sweetheart.”

“Well, let’s see what you think about this…I’m going to activate the suits now, okay?  This might be a little…different.  I have a default set right now for each of you, so just let me know if this is too much.”

“I trust you, Misha,” Kyou said confidently, taking Gloria’s hand in his.

“Mmmm, if Kyou does, then so do I,” Gloria said a moment later.

Smiling, and with growing heat on her cheeks, Misha tapped the startup buttons on the screens, watching the status indicators begin to light up and progress bars start to fill.  Kyou and Gloria gasped at the same time as the hoods sealed to the suits, growing a bit more snug as the collars of the suits and hoods essentially merged with one another through what was basically vacuum-sealing; this would also be taking place on the flaps over the zippers on both the hoods and the catsuits themselves, ensuring they wouldn’t be easily removed.  Each of their suits shifted around their midsections, growing more rigid and narrowing slightly as the integral corsets formed and took shape, not too restrictive for the moment.  After this, the suits grew a bit more snug overall as any remaining looseness was smoothed out, the suit systems adjusting so that every curve was an even more perfect fit.  Finally, the suits shifted around their feet, forming a solid base, then shifting upward at the heel, growing into an integrated four-inch high-heel.  Misha was particularly proud of that feature, having just finalized it the day before; though the heels were made of the same latex compounds that composed the suit, she had found a way to change the way it behaved given a proper electrical stimulus, turning it rigid, not unlike how certain shape-shifting metals worked.

“So…how does that feel now?” Misha asked as the status indicators showed all green on the displays for the default mode.  Power readings for the suits’ new integrated batteries were still showing ninety-nine percent.

“Uh, that was a little intense,” Kyou said after a moment, stepping from foot to foot, feeling around his midsection with his free hand.

“Mmmm, but in a delightful way,” Gloria said, taking a few steps back and forth, her heels making a slightly deeper, more muffled click on the wood flooring than her regular heels had.  “How did you manage a trick like that?  I’ve never heard of shape-shifting heels.  Well, not outside of magical footwear…in some stories I’ve read.”

Though Misha noticed the hesitant addition from Gloria, and the quick look she shot at Kyou, she didn’t think anything more about it; maybe it was something to bring up again later?  “I…well, it’s really technical and boring,” Misha replied after thinking about it for a few seconds.  The truth was, she still wasn’t entirely sure herself.  She did know exactly how the mechanism was built and how she had designed it, but she didn’t exactly know where the idea had come from, or why it necessarily worked as well as it did; the whole concept had been a sudden flash of inspiration she couldn’t explain, but had just gone with.  “But you feel okay to continue now?”

Kyou had taken a few steps himself, Gloria hanging back to watch as he glided along the floor, as if he were showing off on a fashion show’s runway.  “Yeah, I’m ready; these new shoes fit perfectly,” he said, chuckling.  “This is exciting!”

Gloria peeled her eyes off of Kyou long enough to nod Misha’s way.

Misha licked her lips and tapped at the controllers, starting an on screen countdown.  “Alright, this is going to apply the custom settings each of you requested for one another…minus a couple more restrictive options we’ll save for later.  This might be a little more intense than the last set, so be ready.  Three…two…now!”

The controllers beeped, and Misha turned to watch her work in action.  Gloria and Kyou gasped as their suits shifted shape again.

In Gloria’s case, a pair of cat-like ears grew from her hood, as did a tail-like extension from the base of her spine, while the corset grew tighter around her midsection, extending itself to just below her breasts and down to follow her hips, narrowing her waist by a few inches while pressing her large breasts upward as the under-bust padded ridges formed.  Faint buzzing began between her legs and over her nipples, her nipples quickly hardening and poking through the latex material, the latex seemingly growing tighter between her legs to highlight her lower lips, but then the latex shifted again, growing and seemingly inflating between Gloria’s legs.  Her lower lips were soon completely hidden by a bulge that looked very much like Kyou’s.

For Kyou, the changes were a bit more drastic.  His corset grew and tightened similarly to Gloria’s, though not quite as tightly, as Gloria had said he was still getting used to wearing them when she had spoken to Misha about the features she wanted.  However, its shape mirrored Gloria’s, and in the same moment, Kyou’s chest grew, ballooning into a pair of breasts very similar in size and consistency to Gloria’s, complete with hardened nipples and buzzing of their own.  At the base of the corset, Kyou’s hips grew as well, expanding so that he had a quite distinct hourglass figure, his bulge twitching as the vibrators started their teasing.

For both of them, their heels grew more extreme, the heel rising and narrowing, stopping just short of becoming what Misha would consider full ballet heels, remaining just barely in stiletto territory.  Teetering on their new footwear and getting used to the new shape of their suits, Kyou and Gloria looked eagerly over one another, but then gaped as the suits began to change color.  That was another feature that Misha was quite proud of, though she had to admit she hadn’t exactly understood how she had managed to modify the latex’s composition to make such a change.  For the moment anyway, both of their ears and tails shifted to match their natural hair color, while the majority of their suits became entirely skin tone, actually matching that of their wearers almost perfectly.

“Holy crap!” Kyou exclaimed, sounding a little winded as he felt up his new body, eyes wide.  His hands brushed his enlarged breasts, squeezed at them, rubbed over his nipples, and he gasped again.  “I- I can feel these!  I mean, it’s like I have real tits!”

Gloria likewise explored herself, hands feeling along the corset and moving downward.  She stopped short of feeling her bulge, though, her attention drawn to Kyou.  Her shocked look was quickly replaced with a hungry grin as she stepped forward on her extreme heels with no apparent trouble and reached out for Kyou’s breasts, pressing them together as her thumbs rubbed lightly over Kyou’s nipples, latex squeaking softly.

Gasping, Kyou’s tail thrashed, and a pleasure-filled look washed over him as he struggled to remain upright.

“Ohhh, I think I’m going to enjoy playing with these,” Gloria said in a throaty purr.  “Mmm, with tits like these, you’re-  AH!”  Gloria gasped, suddenly standing almost rigidly straight, her new ears twitching, tail thrashing about in surprise.  Kyou’s hand had found her new bulge, and was giving it a few experimental squeezes, his thumb rubbing over the general area where the penis shaft would have been.  Gloria groaned softly, eyes rolling back.

“And I think I’m going to have a ball playing with this,” Kyou managed, grinning as he panted for air.  “I never imagined something like this was even possible!”

Misha kept an amused smile on her face, watching as the two giggled and groped at one another, before they pressed themselves together, latex squeaking amidst their increasingly heated moans.  She felt herself getting warmer, especially her face, but not just because of the amorous play going on in front of her.  As much fun as the two were having, Misha just couldn’t manage to bring herself to tell them that she had not intended that particular effect for the suits.  In fact, she had no idea how the prototypes could even begin to simulate the sensations of actual breasts or male parts.  She ran through her design concepts, tried to recall those long, early morning hours when she had worked on the latex compositions and internal suit mechanics and electronics…but nowhere could she recall having something that even vaguely resembled such a feature.

But…could she reproduce such a feature reliably?  If so, she would be lightyears beyond her nearest competitors in the adult latex clothing market.  What other sensations could she simulate, then?  The suits already had full body stimulation via vibration and even mild to moderate electrical shocks, but if they could simulate additional body parts, where was the actual limit?  There was so much uncharted territory suddenly laid out in front of her!

A suddenly loud, passionate cry from Gloria brought Misha back to the present, however, and as she blinked, she saw that Kyou and Gloria were pressed firmly against one another, grinding excitedly, breasts and bulges squeaking and rubbing together.  Kyou’s eyes rolled back as he let out a heated groan, and she could tell that both of them were getting very close to a climax.  Misha felt her lips twitch, then a smirk formed upon them.  This was her demonstration, and it was far too early for anyone to be getting off just yet!  If anyone should be brought to an intense orgasm, it should be her!  It was her hard work responsible for all the pleasure, after all, and she did have the controls for those suits!

Feeling a little surprised at herself, Misha turned to the controllers, squirming in her own suit as she reached out for the screens.  She wasn’t usually that dominant, but now, she found the position rather appealing.  To be in absolute control…of not one, but two willing, horny beauties who were eager to explore all the features of her prototypes, who were so close to a climax.  What would they do if those pleasurable sensations suddenly stopped?  If they found themselves on the edge, and just couldn’t make themselves take that next step no matter what?  Not without begging for it, not without pleasing Misha first, anyway.  Misha’s mind suddenly saw an image of Honey, trapped inside her own suit, squirming and pleading to Misha, Mistress Misha, or maybe Mistress Leopard, the personification of the company mascot?  Honey, on her knees, trapped not only within a suit, but with the most heavy-duty chastity gear possible, begging for forgiveness, feeling so many new sensations thanks to the sensory emulation features of the suit-

Misha sucked in her breath, squeezing her legs together, realizing that the hand that hadn’t been going for the controllers was now upon her breast, massaging one of her erect nipples.  “No, not her, not now!  She’ll get her comeuppance eventually, but for now, she’s not allowed in my headspace, not tonight!”  Another heated cry from Gloria returned Misha fully to the present, and her naughty, latex-encased playthings.

She quickly tapped a couple sliders on the controllers, toggling the settings on.  “Okay you two, that’s enough of that!  I don’t recall you asking me for permission for any orgasms!”  Only slightly surprised at the commanding tone in her voice, Misha turned to the pair, hands on her hips as she eagerly watched their reactions with growing amusement.

They didn’t notice at first, as they were so enthralled in their pleasures, their desires driving them to continue their vigorous grinding, but after a few seconds, their passionate sounds faded and they looked from each other to Misha, then back again.  Gloria pulled herself away from Kyou and reached for her tits, which were now completely smooth, her hands feeling them up as if searching their shiny surfaces for something more than just her own nipples that had seemingly vanished.

Kyou’s hands instead went between his legs, probing at his crotch and the now somewhat enlarged bulge, eyes growing wider above his reddened cheeks.  One hand reached for Gloria, feeling her enlarged bulge.  “D-do you feel anything now?”

“No, not a thing…it’s like…oh, it’s so strange!” Gloria replied after a moment, reaching out to pinch Kyou’s smooth breasts.  “Anything, sweetheart?”

Kyou shook his head.  “Just a very faint pressure, but I’m still so horny.  I mean, I can feel that I’m as hard as ever, but…”

They turned to Misha together, eyes wide, mouths agape.  She smiled back at them, raising her chin.  “That, my lovely playthings, is chastity mode!  I felt that things were getting a little too hot and heavy quite a bit too fast, and that I wasn’t getting enough attention!”  Misha strode forward, keeping her pace measured as the two began to grasp their situation.  “If you’ll recall, I’m the one holding your leashes for now, so that means I am the one who determines exactly who gets to come and who doesn’t.”  To emphasize the point, once Misha was close enough, she reached out to each of their necks, making a circular motion with one finger against their throats.  Each of their suits shifted and changed its form again, the mutable latex forming a wide, stiff collar around each of their necks, complete with dangling leashes, which she took in one hand.

“M-Misha, I don’t-” Gloria started, her mouth closing quickly as Misha raised a finger.

“Ah ah, no speaking without permission!” Misha said.  She reached out to Gloria’s mouth with her free hand, grasping the tiny zipper that rested there.  With a gentle but firm tug, she sealed it across Gloria’s lovely, full lips.  Gloria’s eyes widened at this, but Misha wasn’t done.  Tapping her finger against the now zipped mouth of Gloria’s hood, Misha watched Gloria’s eyes grow wider as her cheeks momentarily bulged behind the mask, a surprised groan escaping her.  The hood had formed a mouth-filling ball gag within, the latex sliding past Gloria’s lips in an instant.  Then, as an added measure of security, the mouth zipper vanished in a ripple of latex, first forming a smooth, featureless surface, then rippling again, forming into a pair of exaggerated, red lips.

“Oh, wow!  That’s incredible!” Kyou said, having watched everything that had just happened with Gloria with wide eyes.  “Misha, that-”

“What did I say?” Misha said quickly, cutting off Kyou with a raised finger in front of his face.  Before he could say anything else, she likewise sealed the zipper over his mouth and tapped his lips, watching his own cheeks bulge as a gag was formed, and then as his own pair of exaggerated lips were created.

Kyou moaned softly, reaching up to feel his face, glancing at Gloria with an amused glint in his eyes.  Gloria seemed amused as well, a muffled chuckle coming from her as she took in Kyou’s new lips.

“There, now we can start the testing properly!” Misha said, her voice still holding onto that commanding tone she was quickly discovering that she enjoyed.  Misha raised the hand that wasn’t holding their leashes, forming a fist as she did a quick pawing motion.  “Paws up!”

Uncertain looks turned to fresh surprise in Kyou’s and Gloria’s eyes as they mimicked the motion with their hands, the latex instantly reforming itself into smooth, rounded mittens over their hands.  That only lasted a moment, however, as the latex around their wrists bulged outward and flowed over their already useless hands, ballooning and growing until they had formed a pair of oversized paw mitts, matching the coloration of their ears and tails, but with pink paw pads mimicking those of cats.

“Now you’re looking more like proper kitties!” Misha said, giggling with her own amusement as the two pawed at her, then each other.  After a few moments, she gave a downward tug on the leashes, pointing at the floor.  “Kneel; your mistress has something she must attend to.”

Kyou mewed eagerly, lowering himself to his knees, Gloria following suit a moment later, making her own mewling sound, very nearly as natural as Kyou’s had sounded.

Though it likely wasn’t needed, Misha nonetheless made use of a particular feature of Kyou’s studio which happened to be right in front of the kneeling pair, a flattened ring that normally sat flush into the floor, normally used for some of Kyou’s rigging, either for lights and sets, or for actual ropework, depending on the particular photoshoot.  Misha quickly looped the leashes through the ring and tied them off; the pair could struggle out of them if they tried, and Misha wondered just how playful her kitties were going to be.  Deciding that she should probably be extra cautious, she returned to their controllers and tapped the screens. Surprised gasps came from the pair as their high heels morphed, turning into paws that matched those on their hands.  That would make sure neither of them managed to get to their feet to try to run away!

That done, Misha hurried to the case that had contained her own suit, plucking the hood out of it and quickly donning it, letting it seal in place.  Taking a few seconds to grin over at Gloria and Kyou as they playfully pawed at one another, apparently still trying to produce some kind of stimulus to get them over that edge that the suits were holding them at, she brought out her own suit’s controller and tapped at the screen.  She had a sudden idea for an even smaller control system, or maybe some kind of system built specifically in the suit, but had to file that one away for later.  Now was certainly not the time!

Selecting several different customization options, Misha hit the button to activate the changes, and sucked in her breath as her own suit began to shift and change shape over her body, starting with a ripple at the top of her hooded head that spread all the way down to her feet.  It really was a strange experience, feeling the latex flowing and reforming, squeezing and lightly pinching as it morphed.  Strange, but arousing in its own way.  She suppressed a moan as her mind focused on the sensations, feeling her nipples harden, her pussy clench as her arousal grew.  Was this what shapeshifting felt like?

When Misha finally turned back to face the two kitties on the floor, she noted the surprised looks in their eyes, feeling a surge of satisfaction shoot through her.  That was exactly the effect she had wanted.

Her suit had changed itself quite drastically from the catsuit it had started off as.  The hood no longer covered her head completely, letting her hair fall naturally around a latex domino mask.  From her neck, black latex spread downward, forming into what at first glance was a leotard over her torso, with a pair of opera-length gloves upon her arms, her latex-covered fingernails now in green, resembling blunted claws.  However, at a second glance, the skin upon her shoulders and exposed thighs wasn’t actually skin, rather flesh-colored latex.  A red corset had formed about her midsection, not quite as tight as those of her pets, but still enough to slim her shape a bit and not nearly as tall, as it didn’t quite reach her breasts, and didn’t extend all the way to her hips.  A trio of belts formed of latex ran down the front of the corset, the rubber buckles in green as an additional bit of accent color.  Below her flesh-colored thighs were a pair of tightly fitting black thigh boots, a series of smaller red straps and green buckles traversing their length from near the top all the way to her ankles, the four-inch heels themselves in red, like the soles of the pointed-toe boots.

“There,” Misha said, sauntering to the table and the bag of toys she had brought along with her that evening.  She unzipped the bag and reached inside, pulling out a riding crop, which she tapped against her left palm as she turned to face the two latex kitties, licking her lips.  “Now that I’m properly dressed, we can finally start exploring absolutely everything these suits can do!  I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night!”

Kyou and Gloria meowed excitedly, turning their full attention to Misha as they rested on their knees, each raising a paw to her, their ears and tails raised attentively, eyes looking upon her with growing excitement.  Inwardly, Misha beamed.  She had a nagging nervousness that she had been suppressing as she had taken control of the two, wondering if perhaps she had gone too far, or whether they were really into what she had done.  Seeing their positive responses as they were now both meowing for attention and pawing at the floor, she let the rest of her lingering uncertainty fade away.  Tonight she was in charge, and she was going to enjoy herself!  She chuckled, walking to her kitties, riding crop tapping against her hand.

The fun was only just starting.

The End of the Honey Trap, Misha Kyle Trilogy Part 1

Misha Kyle Will Return…

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Well, that certainly was a much better time for Misha, wasn’t it?  Though I think Kyou and Gloria may have wound up getting in over their heads once Misha got going with her special latex outfits.  She’s something of a mad scientist in that regard.

Hope you’ve all enjoyed this adventure!  Misha will be returning as stated above; I’ve already got the second part of the trilogy planned out for the most part, and may have even started writing it by the time this posts.  Her encounters with the Tempest family aren’t done yet, and there’s still that dangling, Honey-colored thread that will have to be dealt with.

What’s in store for Misha next?

Stay tuned, and find out!  But for next week, something a little different…

Until next time, Urban out!

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Chapter One of the Misha Kyle Trilogy

The Honey Trap – Part 2

With her memory returning from whatever Honey had used to knock her out, Misha found herself furious, angrily tugging at the chains that held her limbs.  The vibrators kicked on again, immediately going wide open.  She squealed, biting into the ball gag and thrashed about, her anger at being kidnapped overwhelming the intensely pleasurable feelings of the toys, at least momentarily.  It wasn’t long before even her outrage was being subsumed by her body’s natural response to the intense stimulation, and she found herself panting and moaning.

Just as she was nearing climax again, the vibrations stopped dead, and she screamed in frustration, jerking at the bindings again.  She could barely see thanks to the fog covering her lenses, but in the next moment, another feature of the suit activated, defogging said lenses, a little cool air circulating over Misha’s face.  Well, that was another system successfully tested at least…

“Now, now, love, nobody’s getting off around here unless I’m included.”

Misha went still and whipped her gaze toward the voice of her kidnapper, who had appeared in the darkened doorway, probably the bathroom. She stepped out of the room and to a nearby switch on the wall, and warm lighting came up, revealing that she was still dressed as she had been before, though holding a familiar control pad in one hand.  “That’s a really neat outfit you have there, Misha.  Where’d you buy something like it, anyway?  Controls are really complex, though.  It kept asking for this security code to unlock everything, but I guess I entered the wrong one too many times, and now it says it needs some kind of override?  All I can really do is play with the vibrators.  That’s pretty cool, though, huh?”

“Whhash?!” Misha exclaimed around the ball in her mouth, eyes going wide as she glared daggers at Honey.  She’d locked the controls?!  The only way to unlock the internal locks of the suit now was to get to the interface at her office on her personal workstation!

Honey sauntered over to the bed, one hand on her hip while she fiddled with the control.  “Hey, don’t get mad at me!  You should’ve come up with something simple like 1234 or all zeros or something!  Is it like a time lock?  Or do you have like a master or mistress or someone who can unlock it?  Kinky girl!”

Misha screamed wordlessly into the gag as the vibrators started up again, on a lower setting than before, in fact, probably their lowest setting possible, just enough to tease her.

Honey crawled up the bed and atop Misha, settling herself over Misha’s crotch and waist, grabbing up handfuls of Misha’s latex-covered breasts, working them in a circular motion while pinching Misha’s nipples between her fingers.  “You’ve got really nice tits, Misha.  A shame I can’t suck on them, though.  Those zippers must be jammed up or something, and I evenI tried ripping that suit open, but it’s like the strongest latex I’ve ever seen!  Still, we can find some ways to entertain ourselves, huh?”

As Honey leaned forward, puckering her lips to try and kiss Misha’s through the latex, Misha snarled and threw her head forward, it being the most unrestrained (relatively speaking) part of her body at the moment.  She narrowly missed crashing her forehead into Honey’s face, the other woman jerking back at the last possible moment.

“Hey now, I like it rough, but not that kind of rough!  Bad girl!”  Honey’s hands shifted, and then Misha squealed as her nipples were pinched through the suit.  “I swear, what kind of ungrateful bitch acts like that when I’m nice enough to plan this pleasant little getaway for us this weekend?  Sure, you might’ve paid for the room with your credit card and all, but I did all the hard work planning it!”

She’d used Misha’s credit card?!  Was nothing sacred to this woman?!  Misha howled into the gag, thrashing beneath Honey and let loose with a string of angry curses and garbled threats.

Honey had an amused grin on her lips at Misha’s response, and tweaked her captive’s nipples again, eliciting another howl.  “Oh, it’s not like it was that expensive!  I could’ve gone for the really fancy place uptown, you know!  Completely ungrateful!  Well, I know how to deal with the likes of you!”  Honey slipped backward and fell back on the bed between Misha’s spread legs, raising her own legs.  She deftly plucked her high-heeled shoes from her feet, wiggling her sock-covered toes.  The socks looked just as dirty as the ones Misha remembered having been used when she was kidnapped.  Honey lowered her feet quickly, pressing them over Misha’s face and nose.  “Breathe deep, love!  You’ll never smell anything so sweet as these!”

“If the stench coming off those socks is sweet, I’m a damn superhero!” Misha thought, holding her breath as Honey’s feet pressed over her face.  She was glad for the goggles on the hood, but with only two tiny nose holes for air, she didn’t have any way else to breathe.  Maybe an integrated gas mask should be an option on the next version…

“You can’t resist me forever, Misha!  Gonna have to breathe sometime!” Honey said in a mocking tone, the toes of her left foot squeezing down over Misha’s nose.  “Go on now, you’ll really enjoy this, trust me!”

Knowing that she wouldn’t, Misha stubbornly tried to roll her head side to side, tried to buck her body to dislodge her captor, but Honey was remarkably agile, easily keeping herself atop Misha and holding her feet firmly planted upon Misha’s face.  With her lungs quickly losing what air she’d manage to trap, and her struggles burning it much faster, Misha’s mind fought to come up with some way to wiggle out of the situation she found herself in, but realized she basically had no options to work with.

“Lungs must be burning by now…” Honey mused, her toes pinching Misha’s nose again.  She began humming, and Misha could just barely hear a faint beeping.

The controller!

As the realization struck, Misha felt the plugs and pads inside the suit thrum powerfully, raging onto their full powered output.  Her teeth sunk into the ball that filled her mouth and she fought to resist her body’s need for air, but with the intense stimulation, she couldn’t resist the burning in her chest any longer.

Fearing the worst, Misha gasped for air, sucking it in greedily through her nose.

Though difficult, she did pull in air between Honey’s sock-covered toes, and Misha’s stomach churned at the strong aroma that filled her nose.  Her mind was at a loss to describe the power of the stench, though she imagined an entire team of football players having worn the same socks all season, for practices and actual games, having tossed them in a pile atop her head being somewhere close, maybe a step or two below what she experienced now.

“Simply divine, hmmm?  That’s a Honey special you’re getting right there, love.  The food of the gods, even!”  Honey let out a haughty laugh, wiggling her toes over Misha’s face.  “Not to your liking?  Give it a minute, you’ll change your mind.  You know, I usually charge for this kind of thing; you wouldn’t believe how many people out there would give up their life savings for something like what you’re getting for free.”

Misha couldn’t be bothered to dwell on what Honey had told her, never being one to kink-shame, but it definitely wasn’t for her!  She felt lightheaded as the continued odor filled her nostrils, though she managed to breathe easily enough as Honey’s toes continued to wiggle.  As she lay helplessly beneath Honey’s fragrant feet, the lenses on her hood fully fogged up again, and she noticed a peculiar shift in the scent.

“Just keep taking me in, love.  You’ll find your situation a lot more bearable if you just go with the flow.”

Sure enough, the essence of the powerfully pungent pungency began to change as it flowed through Misha’s nose, becoming noticeably less stomach-churning.  In fact, it seemed to be taking on a sharp, sweet scent, like some kind of fruity, honeyed drink.  Eyes rolling, her body felt warmer than it was a moment ago, and the buzzing vibrators in her nethers and upon her chest felt suddenly more intense as her arousal again spiked upward.

That certainly wasn’t normal!  What was going on?!

“Yeah, that’s the ticket…feeling all high on Honey’s special love funk, aren’t you?  Bet you’d be begging for me to let you come if you didn’t have that big ball in your mouth.  Come on, Misha, let me know how you’re feeling, and just maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

Writhing beneath Honey, Misha again tried to pull her face away from Honey’s feet, but again failed.  The aroma made her body tingle and feel warm, and she felt the heat growing fast between her legs.  With an angry squeal, she shook her head violently, forcing her mind to overcome the aroused state her body had found itself in.  Through misted lenses, she glared down toward Honey and proceeded to give the ganguro her true feelings.

Misha flipped Honey the bird with both of her bound hands.

Gasping in surprise, Honey pulled her feet away gaping at Misha between her legs and sock-covered feet.  “You ungrateful little bitch!  What is it with you, anyway?!  I’m trying to help you relax and you keep throwing it in my face!  Fine!  You know what, I don’t care anymore.  I’m going to take what I want, and you’re just going to have to do without!”

As Honey finally removed her stinky, sock-covered feet from the vicinity of Misha’s face and slipped off of the bed, allowing her a deep breath of fairly clear air, Misha could only wonder what was going through the woman’s head for her to get it in her mind that kidnapping someone to help them relax was a normal kind of thing, or that she just expected Misha to go along with it.

Then another thought sent a chill through Misha.  Honey had said that she was trying to help her relax!  How could she have known about that unless she’d been listening in on her conversation with Kyou?!  How long had she been spying on them?  Did personal space mean nothing to her?!  Obviously not…

Over at a nearby table, heart-shaped like everything else because of course it was, Honey had unzipped a gym bag and was digging around inside with an angry, pouty look on her face.  “Some bitches just won’t get the clue…” she muttered, picking up what looked like a panel gag harness with a thick penis-plug on the inside for the mouth, looking it over, then back to Misha, before she shook her head and dropped it back into the bag.  “Nah…not big enough…” she said, licking her lips.  “Now this one I think will work just fine.”

Misha caught only a glimpse of the object Honey had removed next before the rainbow-highlighted blond had put it down on the far side of the bag, but it looked like a double-ended dildo with a harness.  Not liking where this was going, Misha tugged at the chains again, thinking that if she could just get one hand free she could quickly uncouple the other chains on her limbs and try to effect an escape, but they were holding on just as stubbornly as she had resisted Honey.

Honey had pulled a coil of thin black tubing from the bag, along with another larger dildo with straps dangling from it, followed by a couple of smaller black leather belts and a vibrating wand with a rounded, bulbous head.  She flipped the switch, and a powerful hum filled the air for a moment before she flipped it off again.  She finally looked back to Misha with a smug smirk.  “You might think you’re going to enjoy this, but if you think you’re going to be allowed to come, then you’re going to be sorely disappointed.  Nobody’s coming in here besides me!”

Getting the feeling that sex was about all Honey cared about, Misha set her jaw defiantly around the ball in her mouth and flipped her middle fingers at Honey again.

“We’ve got all weekend, love.  You’ll be begging me properly before long,” said the ganguro as she brought her armful of toys and to the bed, dropping them between Misha’s spread legs.  She snatched up the control for the prototype again and slid her fingers over it.  “Limited options and all, but this ‘teaser’ mode sounds just right.”  As she tapped it again, the intensity of the vibrations inside the suit dropped dramatically, going down to a low, barely perceptible hum.

Knowing exactly what the setting was for, Misha couldn’t help but groan, though she also narrowed her eyes defiantly.  The built-in sensors of the prototype should be able to determine just how close the wearer was to orgasm and stop all stimulation, keeping them on edge.  They should even be able to detect an outside stimulus and compensate for it to some extent, though the whole sub-system hadn’t been tested yet.  This was not what she had planned for a beta test at all!

Honey tossed the controller aside, pausing to lick her lips and look over Misha.  “Guess what?”  After a moment of silence, Honey raised her skirt, revealing her white panties, with a sizable wet spot in the crotch.  “I’m feelin’ it, love, and when Honey gets hungry, she eats.”

Feeling it was a rather strange phrase, Misha nonetheless was helpless as Honey climbed back onto the bed and put her hands upon Misha’s hips, sliding her nails down the smooth latex just hard enough for Misha to feel them.  Looking very much like a hungry jungle cat on the prowl, she picked up the large dildo and harness and started fitting them over Misha’s crotch and hips.

Misha bucked and shook her hips back and forth, but this only amused her captor as she positioned the dildo just so, and then snugged up the harness over Misha’s hips, tightened up a third strap over her crotch.  Seething at what Honey was doing, Misha’s whole body was tense, her hands curled into fists as Honey finally finished her task and flopped back on the bed, raising her dirty socks into view again, wiggling her toes.

“If you were a guy, you’d be getting a taste of these down here,” Honey said, rubbing her feet along the girth of the dildo rising at least a foot from Misha’s crotch, wiggling her toes along the shaft, working them up and down its length in what seemed to be a very practiced manner.  Given what Misha had already learned about Honey, it was no surprise that the slutty schoolgirl had a tried and true method to her footjobs.

“But you’re not a guy; I know, I looked,” Honey said after a few more teasing motions with her feet, laughing as she got to her knees and scooted herself up to the dildo, pressing her wet panties against it and rubbing herself up and down along the shaft, a heated moan coming from her.  “So…this is all for me since you’re so selfish.”

“Who was the selfish one?!” Misha wondered angrily.  The last she had checked, ‘honey’ wasn’t a synonym for ‘hypocrite’, but maybe there had been a meeting about it she hadn’t been privy to.  Regardless, the fact that the dark-skinned, rainbow-haired schoolgirl was getting herself off on top of Misha left her livid, and she rocked back and forth trying to dislodge the clingy, horny woman.

Misha’s withering glare had apparently gone unnoticed, thanks partially to those mirrored lenses, but also because Honey was far too fixated on the dildo, rubbing her panties vigorously along its length, the wet spot spreading to encompass most of the front panel of the skimpy material.  She had taken one hand to her chest, popping open her blouse to grope at her breasts, and had let out another loud, heated moan.

Through her anger, Misha had a curious thought.  Exactly how old was Honey?  She was certainly acting like a super-horny teenager and looked the part, but the fact that she had a bag full of toys and had apparently practiced the art of kidnapping victims for her sexual escapades enough to be disappointed when one actually resisted her spoke of someone with quite a few more years behind them.

That train of thought got diverted when the prototype started humming again, making Misha quiver beneath Honey.  The powerful vibrations immediately did what they were intended to do, driving the bound redhead quickly to another peak of pleasure, just on the edge of release, and, as predicted, cut off moments before Misha could come.  As she groaned with frustration, Misha narrowed her eyes at Honey, who had laughed, smirking down at her while still rubbing herself against the dildo.

“Looks like you’re ready, love!  That’s just the kind of frustrated sound I wanted to hear.  I don’t suppose you’ve changed your mind and want to play along?”

Misha spat a quick ‘Screw you!’ at Honey before she could think of the implications of how the woman might take it, and quickly gave an angry shake of her fists and bucked her hips, rolling from side to side to try to dislodge her captor.

“Didn’t think so;  redheads are always the hottest when they’re angry, though.”  Honey licked her lips hungrily as she repositioned herself, rising up so that she was balanced with her feet on either side of Misha, her crotch positioned over the head of the dildo.  She quickly pulled her bra down, revealing that her nipples were pierced with a pair of silver rings, a stark contrast to her dark tan.  Then she pulled her panties aside, revealing her glistening pussy, and showing that her clit and labia were pierced with a trio of similar rings.  She practically dropped herself atop the large dildo, crying out in near-orgasmic pleasure as she took it fully inside of her.

Misha was at first surprised that Honey could take such a large dildo inside all at once, and then thought better of it, realizing that she must have had quite a lot of practice at such things.  She looked on helplessly, her eyes wide as Honey began pumping herself up and down atop the dildo, her juices splattering over the latex of the suit and Honey’s thighs.

Honey panted heatedly, both hands pinching and twisting at her nipple rings, her eyes toward the mirrored ceiling.  “Try to enjoy yourself, love!  I know I’m enjoying you!” she said between gasping breaths.

For her part, Misha could only try to move away but continued to fail as the chains held her fast.  She was thankful for the prototype’s full covering of latex but was quite irked that Honey’s love juices were splattering all over it.  She’d have to give it a full clean up and sterilization just as soon as she could.  She was further angered when the vibrators started up again, teasing her own nipples and pussy, getting them hotter and wetter, and making her squirm.

“Ohhh…I can feel you getting into it.  Just go with the flow, Misha love!  Don’t be so resistant!” Honey cried, pumping herself faster and faster up and down the dildo.

Because Honey wanted it so badly, Misha felt obliged to keep resisting her, and did just that, biting down on her ball gag as she glared up at her captor, forcing her mind to think of anything besides sex and her situation.  Mostly she thought about what she’d do to Honey if she could just get her hands on her, making sure she was just as miserable as Misha before the cops were called in.  The suit’s vibrations stopped again, but the woman atop her continued her rapid pumping, her pleasure-filled cries becoming faster and louder.

Misha grimaced as Honey came, the woman crying out in what could only have been an overly-exaggerated manner meant to make Misha feel jealous.  Her sex juices splashed and splattered as rapid pumping slowed into more deliberate, strong slams of her thighs against Misha.  Misha could smell the strong musk of Honey’s come filling the air, jerking her fists and feet against the chains angrily as some of it splattered against the lenses of her prototype.

“Ohhhh my god!  Misha, you’re so good!” Honey cried in a breathy voice, falling forward so that she was upon her knees and elbows, her exposed breasts pressing against Misha’s as she looked down at her captive with that smug grin she wore so well.  “Don’t you just wish you could come like that?”  She rocked forward and back slightly, revealing that the dildo secured to Misha was still inside her, and no doubt she was still dripping all over the suit.

As the suit’s teasing vibrations started again, Misha gave Honey an angry shake of her head and offered her a garbled piece of her mind around the ball in her mouth.

Honey rolled her eyes.  “You’re no fun at all!  Should I have chained you to a desk in front of a laptop or something so you could check your TPS reports or whatever it is that you do for a living?  Maybe that would get you into the mood?  No?  Geeze, what does it take to please you, anyway?”

“Letting me go so I can slap you a few times would be great for starters,” Misha thought as Honey continued to rankle her.

Honey picked herself up so that she stood on her knees, and leered down at Misha, her hips moving forward and back as she continued working the dildo inside her.  Her hands went to Misha’s breasts, taking firm hold of them and squeezing.  “You know, I think I’ve got you figured out, Misha love.  You’re one of those types who just can’t be happy unless you’re making others suffer.  That’s got to be it!  Why else would you not be getting into our little date night, hmm?”

Misha rolled her eyes.  Honey couldn’t have been more wrong, but nothing she’d done so far had been right, anyway.  Why start now?

“I’ve got just the thing for you then!  It’s one of those commands I still have access to on that suit of yours that seems just perfect for you!”  Honey looked around the bed, finally found the controller again, and licked her lips as she made a show of picking it up and looking down at Misha.  “Punishment mode sounds amazing, doesn’t it?”

Misha tensed beneath Honey, sucking in a sharp breath as she steeled herself.  She hadn’t actually tested out the punishment mode yet, at least not for herself.  She knew what it could do in theory, sure, but as to exactly what it would feel like when the suit decided to go full power, she couldn’t say.  She’d never been particularly masochistic, at least not more than a spanking or a nipple tweak anyway, so this was new territory.

Honey tapped at the screen, a warning beeped, and she tapped again to authorize the mode.  “Ohhh, that’s so neat!  I can’t shut it off since the whole suit is in lockdown!  Isn’t that neat, Misha?”

Having almost no time to think up a response, or about how she had overlooked that particular aspect of the mode settings during the programming phase, or maybe it was just something Honey had ruined with all of her fiddling, Misha squealed as a sharp electrical jolt went through her nipples.  Honey even squealed, though in a more delighted tone, as Misha bucked beneath her and pushed the dildo further inside her.  “That hurt!  Oh, crap, I need to turn that down, or make a masochist special mode for that kind of pain!” she thought as the pain subsided, though the relief was short-lived as pinpricks of electrical discharge started playing over her feet, like little needles dancing along her soles.

As Misha squirmed, Honey laughed, tossing the controller aside again, bouncing herself up and down atop the dildo, letting out a breathy moan.  “Maybe I should have started with this?  Oh, oh, oh!  I have a better idea!  You’re going to love this…well, maybe not, but I’m going to love this, and since you’re being such a stick in the mud, I guess I’m only out to please myself right now, huh?”

“How is that any different than normal?” Misha thought, jerking her legs as the pinprick jolts started randomly stabbing at her, moving slowly up her spread limbs.  It was obvious to her that Honey couldn’t care two licks about Misha right now, other than how she could use her captive for her own pleasures.

Honey leaned to one side, picking up the gag harness from before.  As she worked the straps to straighten and align them, Misha caught sight of the gag itself and grimaced.  The inner part, the part she’d have to suffer with, was a thick pink penis gag, with a ball-like bulge at the base where it changed over to the much larger pink dildo, maybe bigger than the one she had strapped to her crotch.  The worst part of the design, though, was the fact that there were many small holes throughout both ends of the gag, obviously designed to make sure the wearer got the full flavor experience from the one using the dildo.

“Be a good girl for once and let me get this on without a fight, huh?” Honey leaned forward, and Misha immediately turned her head away as the slutty schoolgirl reached for the zipper that held the mask’s mouth shut.  Honey grunted with annoyance.  “Always so difficult!”

Almost as if it were aware that she was being unruly, Misha yelped as another sharp electrical jolt fired, this time in a line across her ass, then on the underside of her breasts.  The intensity put her in mind of being physically slapped, and she at once was happy that the effect was what she had intended, but not so much that it was currently being used against its creator!

Honey’s hand shot out quickly as Misha tried to recover from the latest jolt, snatching her nose and holding tight.  Still with that smug smile looking down upon her, Honey seemed content to wait.  “How long will you last, hmmm?  Can’t breathe through your mouth, so…”

Head jerking side to side, Misha was helpless against Honey’s intentions.  She couldn’t dislodge Honey’s surprisingly powerful grip on her nose, almost as if she were stuck there like her namesake.  Two more electrical jolts fired in succession against her ass, making her jerk.  She hadn’t managed a good full breath before Honey had closed off her air, so she already felt the burning in her lungs starting as she growled into the ball in her mouth.  The stinging pinpricks continued over her torso, right into the most sensitive parts of her underarms and breasts, causing her to jerk involuntarily.  Tears rimmed her eyes behind the fogged up lenses, and she let out a pleading moan as her lungs soon ached for more air.

“What’s that?  Is that a different tone I’m hearing?  Are you saying you’re going to be a good little playmate for once and not fight me so that I can get this in place?  What’s that?  I can’t hear you, love.”

Whimpering, Misha nodded as best she could.  “Ysh!  Ysh, awl bwe gssh! (Yes!  Yes, I’ll be good!)” she managed to say, her lungs burning.  Another jolt hit her right across her lower back, making her buck and squeal weakly.  She saw stars in her vision now.

“You’re gonna get it if you’re lying to me,” Honey replied at last, still holding to Misha’s nose as her other hand sat the gag down on Misha’s chest before undoing the zipper over her mouth; unlike the zippers further down, the mouth zipper wasn’t magnetically sealed, in the name of safety.

Misha felt the coolness of the outside air upon her lips, and opened her mouth wide, trying to suck in as much air as she could manage around the ball as Honey’s fingers pushed in on either side.  As much as she wanted to fight back, even to the point of biting, she needed to breathe!  After what seemed to be forever, Honey managed to get her fingers on the saliva-drenched ball and pulled it from between Misha’s teeth, allowing her at least a few cool, deep breaths before she released her nose and brought the other gag to bear.

Still sorely tempted to bite at Honey’s fingers, Misha managed to resist her baser urges, resigning herself to her fate for now, and let the penis-shaped end of the gag between her lips.  She winced, not only from the size of the gag but from the near-constant pin-pricks that assailed her body, making her jerk against her chains.  Honey pushed the gag deeper, and Misha gagged as it hit the back of her throat.  With just a bit more effort, Honey popped the ball end between Misha’s teeth and set to securing the straps around the captive Misha’s head.

“That’s not so bad, is it?  You don’t do a lot of cocksucking, do you?  That’s really not that big,” Honey said, tugging the straps tight.

Groaning, Misha’s eyes stared at the massive dildo now protruding from her face, feeling dizzy at just the thought of something like that going inside her.  Though grateful for the increased air coming through the holes in the device, she knew what she was in for, and wasn’t looking forward to it.  She cried out again as a strong discharge attached her right nipple, leaving it with a throbbing sting.

“Ooof, that looked like it hurt,” Honey said, snickering as she finished securing the dildo gag harness, patting the top of Misha’s head.  “Guess you should’ve gone along with me, huh?  Oh well, too late for that now!  Do try to enjoy yourself, love; this is as much for you as it is for me.”

Knowing that was a lie, Misha’s eyes watched through the fogged lenses as Honey finally rose up on the bed and pulled herself from the dildo at Misha’s crotch.  She could just barely feel the patter of juices dripping from Honey’s pussy as the slutty schoolgirl moved over Misha’s head, turning herself around so that she faced Misha’s feet.  Though it hadn’t touched her yet, Misha winced as more of the juices dripped from Honey’s glistening, hairless pussy and splattered against the mask’s lenses.  She could make out a rather pungent odor that mingled with the lingering powerful aroma of Honey’s dirty socks, knowing it was the scent of Honey’s lust.

“Mmmm, I’ve been waiting for this, love!” Honey said, lowering herself quickly upon the dildo, barely even having to guide it with her hand.  She practically dropped her full weight upon it in one quick movement, screaming with what Misha assumed was pain, but could have just as easily been an intense pleasure, more of her juices splattering as she pressed herself down over Misha’s head.

Whimpering, Misha was overwhelmed by the powerful scent of Honey’s pussy, and resisted breathing in.  She couldn’t see now, at least anything that wasn’t Honey’s most intimate parts, and the way the blond-haired slut was grinding against Misha’s face, she had her doubts that she could breathe anyway.

Misha screamed and pulled her limbs against the chains, a series of quick, painful jolts from the suit landing all over her body, from shoulders down, far faster than even a well-trained man or woman with a whip could land blows.  To her disgust, Honey writhed atop her, moaning and panting as Misha’s struggles moved the dildo inside her.

“Yes! Yes, that’s it Misha, love!  More like that!”  Honey screamed, bouncing herself up and down quickly, like a hyper child begging for candy.

Having little choice in the matter, Misha let out a dejected groan, feeling Honey’s juices over her lips, and worse, sliding down through the holes in the dildo.  What felt like a booming explosion against her ass caused her to buck her hips upward, and she involuntarily gasped for air, getting little but the heated scent of Honey mixing with the powerful taste of her sexual fluids.  “This is so gross!” Misha thought, squealing angrily as she tried to wiggle out from beneath her captor, jerking her body, tugging at the chains holding her arms and legs, trying to sink deeper into the bed just to get away.

Misha’s head spun as she panted for air through her nose, which Honey’s ass seemed to be blocking, getting nothing but the scent of Honey’s arousal mixed with perfume and rubber.  But, as the juices started into her mouth, she became aware that they weren’t what she had expected.

Strangely, the flavor was…sweet, again like the slutty schoolgirl’s namesake.  As it trickled through the gag and over her tongue, Misha felt a distinct tingling sensation, similar to a really hot pepper, but it quickly became more intense and spread from her mouth down her throat, and then through her body, the more Honey rocked herself around the dildo.  Her body felt warmer, and a haze started to fill her mind, and Misha began to feel the intensity of the lust inside Honey, only in herself.

And she wanted more!

Then she snapped out of the strange pleasure haze as her tits were grabbed by two very strong hands, squeezing them and pinching at her nipples, and at the same time an electrical discharge landed atop her pussy, making her squeal.  “What is going on?!  Why does that keep happening?  I’m not enjoying this!  Why does it taste sweet?!” Misha thought furiously, grateful to the punishment setting for at least snapping her out of that strange feeling that had come upon her all of a sudden.  Whatever was up with her slutty, overly horny captor, it wasn’t normal!

Though Misha resisted any attempts at pleasure for herself or her captor, Honey didn’t seem to notice, finally picking herself up from Misha’s face and allowing her to breathe, but only so that Honey could begin pumping herself up and down over the dildo.  Her sweet juices splattered all over the mask each time her pussy crashed down atop Misha’s face, and Honey squealed and moaned in a way that seemed to be over-exaggerated, but given how she’d behaved so far, maybe she really was enjoying herself that much at Misha’s expense.

“Oh, Misha love, you’re just too good!” Honey cried, her fingers locking onto Misha’s nipples through the latex and tugging at them with each upward movement, eliciting pained squeals from Misha.  “Deeper, love, deeper!”

Not intending to play along in the slightest, Misha nonetheless had little choice when another barrage of painful, quick discharges assailed her flesh, making her jerk forward, only to be met by the falling crotch atop her, pushing her back to the bed.  Honey’s full weight was upon her, and again she couldn’t breathe as Honey squeezed her thighs around Misha’s head, rocking herself around the dildo and making her lewd noises as her juices continued spilling into Misha’s mouth and down her throat.

“I’m so close, Misha!  A little more!  Just a little more!’ Honey panted, still pressing herself down over Misha’s face while playing with her helpless captive’s nipples.

Crying out with what little breath she had, Misha’s nipples got zapped beneath Honey’s fingers.  Her head spun as she fought to free herself, to breathe, to be free of the constant flow of the sweet-tasting fluids dripping through her gag.  “Just hurry up and get it over with, you slut!  Let me go!”  All she could smell and taste was Honey now, that strangely enticing mixture of sweet and pungent that seemed to fill her with a heated passion that wasn’t her own.

It had to be like a drug!  It was some kind of drug Honey was using, like an aphrodisiac!  That had to be it!  That was the only thing that made any kind of sense as to why Misha’s body was all hot and bothered, and why she was starting to get a rush of pleasure for herself when the suit zapped her.  What else could it be?

“Yessss…yesss…almoooost….” Honey panted, her crotch slamming against Misha’s face several times in rapid succession as she pushed herself toward climax.

For Misha, she still struggled to breathe even with Honey’s ass out of her face.  The slut was positively pouring!  She had to clear her nose of Honey’s juices before she could even try to breathe in, but by then Honey had already slammed her pussy back down around the dildo, making Misha tremble with anger and annoyance.  “You’re going to regret this!  As soon as I’m out of here I’m calling the cops!” she thought, mentally screaming as her lungs begged for proper airflow.

“Miiiiissssshaaaaaa!” Honey cried, slamming down upon Misha’s face once more before her thighs again squeezed around the trapped Misha’s head, even more of the hot, sticky fluids exploding and spilling over Misha’s masked face and through the dildo, even into her nose.  Honey still had a firm hold of Misha’s breasts, her nails digging into the suit enough to hurt as she seemed to hold on for dear life.  Misha’s body shuddered and shook as the punishment setting again fired, zapping her at random places.

Misha could only whine helplessly, her lungs burning for air as her vision went starry and blurred, head spinning in a chaotic mix of disbelief, confusion, air deprivation, and whatever Honey’s drug-like secretions were doing to her.  The fact that she had no choice but to swallow so much of it made her even angrier.

“Ohhhhhh my god…that was amazing, love!” Honey said, at last, leaning forward so that she was again on hands and knees, finally allowing Misha to breathe, though her dripping pussy was still firmly wrapped around the upper part of the dildo.  Misha felt fingers poking at her own latex-covered pussy.  “A pity really that you didn’t enjoy it, but hey, you’re being a little bitch right now, so you get what you deserve.”  And she laughed!

Misha grunted angrily, too worried about breathing for the moment to try to manage a more fiery reply.  She bit down on the gag as her ass was zapped again, her jerking making Honey squirm and giggle.  “Oh, I hate her so much!”

“Mmmm…I think I could do that again…” Honey said, swaying her hips back and forth, then rocking forward and back, causing more of her juices to run down the length of the dildo.  “But, maybe I should just give you some time to think over our little getaway?  That sounds good, doesn’t it, love?  Maybe after a few hours getting zapped by that suit, you’ll be in a more receptive mood and willing to enjoy what I’m doing for you?”

“Not likely…” Misha thought, growling around the nasty gag that filled her mouth, and flinching as another painful jolt bit her inner thigh, making her wince.

Honey let out a long, slow moan as she made a show of pulling the dildo out of herself, then plopped her crotch down on Misha’s chest, stretching her arms as if she’d just woken up.  Could the woman be more obnoxious?  At last, she climbed off the bed, taking a moment to adjust her panties before leaving Misha to be zapped by the punishment setting on the prototype before sauntering over to the nearby table.

Humming to herself, Honey made sure to turn herself toward Misha as she rifled through the captive clothing designer’s purse, plucking out Misha’s keyring, and then her cell phone.  Honey shot her the most sickly sweet smile as she swiped at the screen, then started tapping at it rapidly.  “You really should put a password on these things, you know?  Or like, the fingerprint ID or whatever?  Anyway, I’ve decided I’m gonna go out for a snack and to find someone who’s willing to have a little fun with me and not be such a little bitch.  I’ll be back sometime in the morning and we can have a chat about how you’re sorry and willing to play along and be a good girl, and it’ll be awesome, I’m sure.”

“Not likely…you’re freaking nuts if you think I’m going to come begging to you!” Misha thought, narrowing her eyes at Honey as she approached the bed again.  She winced, getting a pair of quick zaps to her soles.  And to the fact that Honey had typed on her phone, Misha had a fingerprint ID setup on it; she must have unlocked it while she had been unconscious earlier.  Had she done anything else to the phone?  Anything to her business information on there?

A whole new level of worry began to form in Misha’s mind.

Honey held up Misha’s phone, showing her the text messaging screen, with a phone number already entered, along with a message.  “See that? It says ‘Honey-chan, I’m so sorry I was such a bitch.  I’ve changed my mind and want to beg you to let me go so that we can enjoy the rest of our weekend together.  I’ll eat your pussy and lick your feet or whatever you want.  I’ll be waiting for you at the motel.  Love, Misha.’  Sounds about right to me.”  Honey hit the button to darken the display, then leaned over with a sly grin and placed the phone in Misha’s hand.  “I’d be really careful with that phone, Misha love; it’s only got like five percent battery or something, so if you don’t want to wait till morning, don’t get too careless with it.”

Misha wanted to strangle Honey at that moment but her anger was diminished and she yelped, the suit sending a particularly painful jolt right into her clit.

Honey tittered, patting Misha’s head before she sauntered toward the far end of the room.  She snatched up Misha’s purse and her own, waving at Misha and jingled her car keys.  “I’ll just throw these in the car for you, so they’ll be safe while I’m out.  Can’t trust these love hotels sometimes; all kinds of weird perverts come here.  Though I’m friends with the receptionist, so maybe I’ll have them check on you later?  Just to be neighborly and all that.  See ya soon, Misha!”

“No kidding about the perverts,” Misha thought wryly, responding with an angry grunt as Honey quickly opened the door, locked it, and closed it firmly behind her, turning the deadbolt with her key.  Misha sighed heavily, tugging at the chains again, turning her head to eye her phone.  She hit the button to light up the screen, and sure enough, it was only showing about five percent charge.  She quickly dimmed it again and took a moment to reconsider her position, getting a series of low, pin-prick like zaps along her stomach and sides for her trouble.

In the mostly silent room, silent but for the squeak of latex, groaning of bed springs, and her own breathing and grunts of pain, Misha worked her mind furiously to try and come up with an escape method.  The chains holding her limbs wide were not budging, and she couldn’t exactly scream loud enough to get anyone’s attention.  That kind of thing was probably normal in a hotel like this.  With the worry of her compromised phone already in her mind, the thought of her car keys and purse just being tossed in her front seat made her wonder if her vehicle would even be there if she managed to get out.

As the minutes passed with the prototype shocking her every few seconds, never letting her get anywhere close to comfort, Misha grew extremely tired of the lingering taste of Honey’s juices that filtered down around the gag, to say nothing of the scent that turned less pleasing by the minute.

At least the slutty schoolgirl hadn’t left her dirty socks behind…she could be thankful for that much, at least.

Looking at the clock again, just after she’d received a massive ‘slap’ from the suit across her ass, Misha saw that nearly an hour had passed, and she was no closer to coming up with a brilliant escape plan.  Getting to the point that her body was getting stiff and sore, she looked at her phone, wondering if maybe she would have to suffer the indignity of texting Honey to get free.

“Absolute last resort…”  she thought, frowning around the dildo gag.  Her head jerked toward the door as she heard laughter outside, and some bumping along the wall and even the door itself a moment later.  Freezing, her heart beat increasing, Misha at once wanted to cry out for help, but was paralyzed by the idea of drawing attention and having a bunch of random people barge in, or even to have the cops called.  Imagine if that story hit the news…

Her moment passed by quickly, though, as the voices hurried down the hall, somewhere out of earshot.  For a wonder the suit hadn’t zapped her at the worst possible moment.

With her heart rate slowing, Misha again tried to consider her options.  How could she dislodge the chains?  It felt as though they were secured around the bed frame itself.  Checking her wrists again, she saw that the ends were secured to the rings on the built-in cuffs, which were not exactly heavy-duty, but were more than enough to keep her in place due to a lack of super-strength or enough leverage to possibly pop the ring out of its locking channel.

Raising up, Misha looked toward the table, saw the controller still sitting there, but knew that even with it, she couldn’t free herself without the unlock sequence stored on the server at the office.  The idea had been to have the users set up their own security code for such things, with a master unlock code available should something happen, but that was still a ways out.

A series of low-powered, rapid shocks hit her lower regions, alternating between pussy and ass, making her jerk and tense up, scattering her train of thought again.  Snarling angrily, Misha again fought at the chains, kicking and pulling and grunting, but falling short of screaming.  She just couldn’t bear the thought of drawing some stranger’s attention just yet.

“Not quite that desperate…but close…”

A few more minutes and a few more shocks later, Misha felt another sensation from the suit, a pair of quick pulses from the dildo inside her.  Blinking at the sudden change of stimulus, about a minute passed when it happened again.  Her eyes widened as her mind finally realized what it was the suit was telling her.

The failsafe!  With all of the insanity that had been happening, she’d forgotten all about the failsafe she’d programmed into the system!  The pulses came again after another minute, and then started coming faster, recycling after forty-five seconds a couple times, then thirty, and so on.

“Please, please tell me that bimbo hasn’t screwed that up somehow…” Misha thought as the second thirty-second buzz came and went.  Thinking quickly on the matter, there shouldn’t have been a way through the remote to change the hard-coded safety features Misha had built in.  The idea was for self-bondage enthusiasts who may have gotten in over their heads to have a way out once the suit’s power was drained.  And apparently, the punishment mode ate the stored power a lot faster than just the teasing mode.  It was just a prototype, after all; once the base functions were tested, she could deal with finding a more efficient battery design.

The second fifteen-second notice came and went, and Misha found herself holding her breath.  The charge should be almost gone, and when it was fully drained, the cuffs’ locking rings should disengage from the channel, like unlocking handcuffs…

Almost in perfect unison, the rings at Misha’s wrists and ankles popped open with soft metallic clicks.  Squealing, this time with excitement, Misha shook her wrists, dislodging the chains.  She sat up and shook her ankles, the chains slipping out of the rings.  Dropping her phone atop the bed for the moment, Misha’s hands went straight to the back of her head, fumbling for the straps that held the gag in place.  Thankfully the slut had been far too interested in her own pleasure and Misha’s displeasure to have locked the harness, and a few seconds later she had the straps pulled from and quickly jerked the dildo out of her mouth, heaving a relieved sigh as she tossed it across the room at the wall.  The dildo harness around her waist soon followed.

Knowing she should have gone for the phone immediately, Misha instead made the decision to get off the bed, staggering on stiff legs toward the bathroom.  Ignoring the garish ‘love’ theme that continued into the bathroom, she went straight for the sink, turning on the faucet, gathering water in her hands, and proceeded to wash her mouth out.  After spitting out her second mouthful, she snatched the bottle of mouthwash from the counter, seeing that the seal was still in place, and popped it, and wound up using the whole bottle, leaving her mouth minty fresh and slightly stinging from the cleansing alcohol.

She reached for the towel hanging by the sink, intending to wash off the lingering stickiness that Honey had left all over her, but hesitated.  The cops would probably need that and her prototype as evidence… “I could strangle that woman!” Misha spat, just starting to get an idea of how much Honey had complicated her life, and would probably continue to do so for months to come.

Returning to the main room, Misha went to the love-themed desk phone, picking up the handset, but getting nothing of a dial tone.  Grimacing, she checked the cord, and sure enough, it was cut part way down.  She went back to the bed and picked up her cell phone, seeing that it had dropped to three percent, but the signal was only a single bar here.  Plenty for a text message, sure, but likely not good enough to sustain a phone call, for any length of time.

Misha turned her attention to the suit itself, finding that the main zippers were locked, as she had feared, but with nothing that was tied to the failsafe system; Honey had used the separate electronic locks to secure the main suit.  She hadn’t yet worked out how to tie the external locks to the cuffs yet, nor had she finished the design of the built-in locking devices she wanted to use.  A quick search told her that there were no keys to be had, no doubt Honey either had them on her or had put them in the car with the rest of Misha’s things.

Cursing Honey yet again, Misha grabbed her nearly dead phone as well as the discarded controller and went to the door to the room, turning the deadbolt, but hesitated before exiting.  She’d never exactly been the kind of person to do her kinky stuff in public, but she didn’t see much choice.  She could try for a random room, to see if someone would let her use the phone, but she’d much rather just get out of the hotel and hope she could get to her car and get out of there.  With Honey being friends with people working there, it was untelling just how they’d react to her coming to the front desk.

“At least they can’t see my face…” Misha muttered, turning the doorknob and hurrying out of the room.  The light in the hall was dim, as one could expect from a place like this, and she looked side to side, finding the glowing exit sign she’d hoped for about a dozen rooms down.  There was no way she was taking the elevator!

Several minutes later, and feeling as though she were playing some kind of twisted take on a stealth game, Misha had slipped out of a side door and found her way to the parking lot, thankfully around the back of the hotel in a fenced in lot.  Noticing that the lot was on the full side, it took her several more precious minutes before she managed to locate her car, finally spotting her particular license plate.

She hurried to it, and though expected, she was still dismayed that the doors were locked.  Worse, when she peered inside, she couldn’t see her purse or keys.  “Did she…take them with her?”  Thinking that a keyless entry system may be in order on her next vehicle, Misha went to the sealed trunk, biting her lip.  She had a way to find out, but…

She dared to look at her phone again.  Two percent.  After a few more moments of consideration, Misha made the choice and opened the phone, took another look at Honey’s number and quickly committed it to memory, before she went to the main screen and opened a particular app.  She tapped the button she wanted as the phone dropped to one percent, and sure enough, she heard a few musical notes come from inside the trunk from the fob attached to her keyring.  “That bitch!” Misha spat, her phone flashing a red power warning before it shut itself off.

Taking a long breath as she leaned against her car, Misha tried to think.  She should just call the cops from the nearest open store, but that could lead to a lot of questions she didn’t feel that she could handle at the moment.  She needed to get out of the suit first, but where was she?  How far was she from the office and the server she needed?  Frowning, she knew she’d need to hit the street.  She wasn’t worried about the durability of the latex of her feet, she’d made it thicker down there anyway, but the thought of roaming the streets dressed like she was didn’t make her happy.

Although…with all the heroes and villains that had shown up the last few months, what was one more masked face wearing a skin-tight costume, right?

With that thought in mind, giving her enough courage to continue, Misha headed around the building toward the street.  Traffic was light, but steady, and there were still people out and about.  Finally spotting the nearest street signs, she sighed.  She recognized the names, but if she was right about it, she was a good half hour drive from the office in the best of traffic conditions, to say nothing of trying to get there on foot; it’d take hours.

But then a thought came to her.  “Kyou!” she said.  Taking another moment to gather her thoughts, recalling what she knew of the streets, she was fairly sure his studio apartment was much closer.  “Let’s see…two streets over there should be a shopping plaza…and then…about three blocks on down should be his place…” she whispered, forming the image of the map in her mind, or at least her memories of the last time she’d visited his studio a few months back.  Hoping she was right, and hoping that she wouldn’t garner much attention, Misha took firmer hold on her phone and the controller, and started down the sidewalk.

It didn’t take long for her to start getting lingering looks from the people on the street, and it was only about two minutes before someone drove by and honked, yelling out ‘Nice ass, baby!’ as they drove by.  Feeling mortified at that, Misha very nearly darted down a dark alleyway to get all the eyes off of her, but somehow she held it together and pressed onward, praying that she wasn’t wrong about her location.

Another few minutes found her at a busy intersection, the traffic from a more heavily traveled street causing her to have to wait at the crosswalk.  She felt over a dozen sets of eyes on her from just the people gathered around her, but not too closely, and saw multiple more eying her as they drove by.  If she hadn’t been hot within the latex outfit before, she was positively melting with embarrassment now.  As soon as she crossed the street, she would be able to reach the shopping plaza, and then it should be a straight shot to Kyou’s place.

“Ohhh, you’re one a them super hero types, ain’t ya?”

It took Misha a moment to realize that comment had been directed at her.  She gulped, not taking her eyes off the traffic lights.  “Come on…change already!”

“Yeah, that’s what you are!  Whatcha call yourself then?  Ain’t never seen you round before.”

Misha bit her lip nervously, realizing that the voice had gotten closer, and from the way his speech was slurred, he had to be drunk.  She dared a glance back, and sure enough a man probably about her age and wearing a sweat and beer stained business shirt with an undone tie draped around his neck, weaving unsteadily on his feet, had come up to her, and she caught the scent of booze spilling off of him.

“I said, what’s your name, hot stuff?  You off the clock too?  We could go somewhere’n have a drink…”

The lights went yellow, the traffic slowing, then stopping as they turned red.  Misha felt very much like the drunkard was going to try and grope her, so she blurted out the first thing that came to mind.  “I’m the Latex Leopard,”, and then she took off at a run the moment the crosswalk sign went green, dashing as fast as she could across the street and weaving through the wave of people that had come from the other side.  The looks she received no longer concerned her; the only thing that she could focus on right now was getting to Kyou’s place and getting his help to get out of the suit.

Thankfully before anyone else tried to engage her in conversation, Misha saw the shopping plaza she remembered, and finally slowed down to a quick walk, panting for a while as she caught her breath, the corset making it quite difficult to get full lungs, before she turned down toward Kyou’s place.  Thankfully the traffic, both on the sidewalk and the blacktop, was lighter beyond the plaza, and almost nonexistent by the time she turned down Kyou’s block.  There was his studio apartment, one light still on upstairs.  “Oh, thank god!” Misha breathed, hurrying that way.

Though she scampered quickly up the steps to the front doors, Misha didn’t fail to notice the sports car that was parked out front, a bright red, expensive looking little two seat convertible, the roof up of course.  She wasn’t the best with cars, but she recognized the emblem on the hood as being one of the expensive ones, like a coat of arms with a horse in front of it.  Gloria must still have been there.

Knowing that Kyou’s girlfriend was still with him made her finger hesitate before she touched the buzzer on the intercom.  Surely she wouldn’t be mad at her given the situation…right?  Misha didn’t really know anything about Gloria; was she the jealous type?  She didn’t think Kyou would have gone out with someone like that, but you never knew.

An engine revved up and blew down the street behind her, passing by quickly before slowing and turning down a side street further on, but it was enough to get Misha moving again.  She didn’t want to be out in the open any longer than she had to.  Her finger mashed the buzzer, heard it sound, then mashed it several more times.  “Please, please hurry…” she muttered, stepping anxiously from one foot to the other.

There was no answer, so she hit it again, and thought about trying to knock on the door when Kyou’s sleepy voice finally answered.  “Uhhh, yeah, hello?”

“Kyou!  Oh, thank goodness you’re there!  It’s Misha!  I need help!”

“Misha?  Wait, what’s going on?”  he asked, sounding much more awake.

“I’ll explain everything, but please, can I come in?  I’m in a bit of a spot right now and really don’t want to be on the street anymore…”

There was a brief pause, but then Kyou replied.  “Yeah, yeah, sure.  Just a minute, I’ll come down.”

“Thank you, so much!” Misha said, blowing out her breath, feeling a bit lightheaded as a big weight seemed to lift from her.  A minute later she heard the door locks disengaging, and then it swung open, dim light spilling from somewhere inside.

Kyou stood wearing a very short, dark blue bathrobe, more like a mid-thigh length kimono, really, his hair on the wild side, with sleep lingering in his big brown eyes.  He blinked, looking Misha up and down, his mouth opening and closing silently.  “M-Misha…come in, come in,” he finally managed, stepping aside and motioning with his hand.

“Thanks again,” she said, hurrying inside and waiting for him to close up behind her.

Kyou turned back to her, his nose twitching, no doubt picking up on the various scents hanging on to her.  “What happened?  I didn’t think you were the exhibitionist type…Uh, hey, come on upstairs, let’s get you something to drink and somewhere to sit, you look a little worn down.”

Misha explained quickly what had happened after he’d left that evening as they took the elevator up.  By the time she had finished her recount of the story, Kyou had his coffee maker warmed up and had brewed her a cup, adding some cream.

“Wow…that’s…that’s absolutely nuts,” Kyou said at last, leaning against the counter, running a hand through his hair.  “I just can’t believe something like that- Oh, hey, Gloria.  Sorry, things are a bit complicated.”

Misha turned to look in the direction Kyou’s head had turned, in the direction of the bedroom she guessed.  Standing in the doorway was the stunningly beautiful, tall blond he had shown her a picture of earlier, wearing a flimsy little red nightie that really didn’t cover anything.  Her silky blond hair covered her left eye, and spilled about her shoulders in a somewhat more neatly disarrayed manner than Kyou’s.  Her full red lips were curled into a grin that sent a shiver down MIsha’s spine, but made her suck in her breath at the same time as she blushed.  “You didn’t tell me you had a rubber slave, sweetheart.”

“I don’t…at least I’m pretty sure I don’t,” Kyou replied with a grin, holding out his arms to take Gloria up in a hug, kissing her cheek as she snuggled up beside him.  She was several inches taller than him, and her tits looked like they could swallow his head.  “This is Misha, the client I was working with yesterday.  She’s uh, had a bit of a wild night.”

“Mmm, so I heard,” Gloria replied, turning her visible pale blue eye back toward Misha.  She seemed to be appraising Misha with her gaze.

Misha squirmed in the seat, gulping as Gloria looked at her.  She felt herself flushing, and felt a tingle of excitement shoot through her as the blond scrutinized her.  But it passed quickly, and she managed to return her gaze to Gloria, managing a smile.  “Nice to meet you at last, Gloria.”

“Oh, nice to meet you as well, sweetheart,” Gloria replied easily, her voice smooth and silky as she smiled at Misha.  “I’ve seen some of your work from Kyou’s pictures, and I’m very impressed.  I just feel bad that we had to meet with you in a situation like this.”  Gloria’s visible eye narrowed slightly.  “Can you tell me about the girl that did this to you?  She seems like a terrible nuisance at the very least.”

“I definitely got that impression,” Misha replied with a sigh, taking a sip of the coffee.  “She said her name was Honey…” Misha started, and gave Gloria the full description, and how she acted.  More strangely, Misha found herself relating the more disgusting details of her encounter with the slutty schoolgirl.  She wasn’t quite sure why she did it, and she should have been completely mortified and embarrassed by the lewd descriptions of what she’d been through, but something about Gloria and Kyou put her at ease.

Once she had finished, Gloria and Kyou shared a look.  Misha didn’t know what it meant, but they seemed to know something about Honey.  “Is there…something about her?  Do you know her?”

Gloria shook her head quickly, offering a disarming smile to Misha.  “Oh, no, sweetheart, not her personally, just her type,” she said smoothly.  “I guess you should be getting out of that outfit, hmm?”

Misha nodded.  “Yeah, and then to the police.  Can…can I get a ride back to my office?”

“Sure, I can drive you; let me throw some clothes on,” Kyou said, kissing Gloria’s cheek again before heading toward the bedroom.  “Be right back!”

“Mmm…hate to see him go, but can’t stop watching him walk away…” Gloria said softly, crossing her arms under her sizable chest, her lips curled into a hungry grin as she watched Kyou.  Once he was out of sight, she turned her eye back toward Misha, still smiling.  “I could…make a few calls for you.  See if some friends can find that girl.”

“You know some people in the police force?”

“More than I care to admit,” Gloria replied with a chuckle.  “The police aren’t the smartest cookies out there; I’d just hate to think someone like that is roaming around doing that kind of thing and that they couldn’t find her.  The people I know are a lot better at that kind of thing.”

Misha considered what Gloria had said, wondering if she had meant a private investigator or something similar, but shook her head.  “I’m sure they can find her; she doesn’t seem like the type to try to hide.  She’s too full of herself for that.”

Gloria nodded slowly, considering Misha for a moment before she walked over and behind her.  Misha followed her with her eyes, turning her head, but then Gloria had her hands on Misha’s shoulders, squeezing them lightly, breathing in deeply, as if savoring the scent.  Misha was suddenly nervous, wondering if she would smell Honey’s lingering scents, or her own sweat, over the smell of the latex.  “I couldn’t help but notice your outfit, sweetheart.  The craftsmanship is remarkable; I don’t think I’ve seen latex so finely made before.  It feels very sturdy, too, and am I right in that there’s been no real damage on your feet, even after walking all that way barefoot?”

“Oh, I…”  Caught off guard, not expecting Gloria to have taken in so much of the fine details of the prototype, Misha quickly nodded.  “T-thank you for noticing that.  Yeah, as you can see, there’s barely any marks at all.”  Misha turned in the seat and crossed her left leg over her right knee, wiggling her toes as she knocked some lingering dirt off her foot.  The latex had held up perfectly on the trip.  “This is just a prototype, though, so I might’ve overbuilt it a little.”

“Nonsense!” Gloria replied, leaning to the side so that she could look over the foot Misha had offered on display.  “I can recognize true talent when I see it.  From what Kyou’s shown me, you’re head and shoulders above the nearest competition.  How is it that I’ve not seen your work more often?”

“Well…I guess it’s just that we’ve not got our name out there enough yet,” Misha said, her mind going back to business, her plight momentarily forgotten.  The fact that Gloria still held her shoulders, and that her large breasts were just inches above her head were only momentary thoughts, quickly forgotten.  “I’ve been trying to work with the marketing people, but I think we’ve come to the conclusion that the name of the business is just too forgettable; we need something else, like a mascot or something, plus a more sexy name.  But once this prototype’s ready, we’ll hit it big for sure!  It’s got so many features, you won’t believe it!  Full body pleasure induction, inescapable locking devices controlled by encrypted wireless controls, punishment settings, the works!”

“Oh my, that does sound delightful!” Gloria replied, her voice a throaty purr.  “You do take custom commissions?”

“Oh yes, absolutely! Anything from clothing to restraints to toys!  In fact-”

“I’m ready!” Kyou said, stepping back into the kitchen, his hair tied back in a slightly more brushed ponytail, wearing a light jacket over his shirt and paints.  He paused, taking in the two of them, and grinned.  “Well, glad to see the two of you hitting it off so well.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Gloria said, patting Misha’s shoulder.  “I just have to hear more about this suit of her’s.  It sounds absolutely orgasmic!  I can call you later, right, Misha?”

“Absolutely!” Misha replied, “Kyou can give you my contact; my phone’s dead right now.”

“Perfect!”  Gloria patted her shoulder again and went to Kyou, taking him in her arms, planting a deep, tongue-filled kiss upon his lips, not the least bit shy.  Kyou was a bit breathless when their lips finally parted, but she kept her hands on his ass.  “Call me when you get back.  I’ve got an early meeting this morning, so I’ll slip on out after I clean up.”

“Sure thing,” Kyou said, kissing her lips again, a quicker, less forceful kiss, but his hands found Gloria’s ass as well, and the two lingered a bit longer before parting.  Gloria waved at Misha, smiling as she slinked into the bedroom.  “Well, let’s get going, then!”

* * *

The next couple of hours were a blur for Misha.  She barely recalled the early morning drive back to her office with Kyou, only vaguely recalled starting up the server and the wireless charging platform to recharge the suit enough for it to recognize the encrypted unlocking signal.  As soon as she was out of it, she hastily threw it in a box and took a long, hot shower, brushing her teeth and gargling half a bottle of mouthwash to get the taste and scent of the horrible little slut off of her.  She didn’t really remember dressing again, but could recall arriving at the police station with Kyou, shaking, her anger having boiled up once more as she had started remembering all the details for what she’d have to tell them.

She remembered being highly embarrassed and ashamed retelling the events to the police woman who had taken her statement, had collected the prototype as evidence, for DNA mostly, though the looks Misha had received from the woman hadn’t made her feel any better about the situation.  She gave them the phone number Honey had entered into her phone, now mostly recharged.  Misha had been assured that they would get the patrols looking for Honey immediately, and would send an investigation team to the love hotel to collect more evidence.

That was about all Misha could handle, though.  By the time she had left the station, it was after sunrise.  Kyou had stayed with her the whole time, and had driven her back to her apartment.  She didn’t remember coming inside her apartment, only that she had collapsed in exhaustion onto her bed as soon as she had reached it.

The ring of Misha’s phone dragged her out of her slumber, and for a moment, she couldn’t recall where she was, and fearfully thought she was still within the hotel room she had awoken in before.  But as Misha groped for her phone, finding her limbs free, and not feeling the pressure of latex over her body, she realized she wasn’t at the hotel.  As she opened her bleary eyes, blinking in the afternoon light filtering through the curtains on her windows, Misha remembered that she was in her bedroom, in her apartment.

Hand slapping at her sheets, Misha felt the phone beneath, and tugged it away, snatching up the phone right before the voicemail picked up.  “Um, hello?” she said groggily.

“Miss Kyle?”

“Yes,” she said, rubbing her eyes.  “Who is this?”

“This is Detective Cordell with the Sentinel City Police,” the man on the other end said.  “I’ve been assigned your case, and have some good news.  We have the suspect in custody; we just need you to come down and identify her in a lineup.”

“What? Already?” Misha asked, surprised that they would have caught Honey so soon.

“That’s right; she wasn’t making any attempt to hide herself, and was picked up on an unrelated charge.  How soon can you come down to the station?”

Misha sat up on the bed, looking at her clock.  “Um…I can probably be there within an hour if traffic allows…well, it might take a little longer since I don’t have my car back.”

“That’s fine, miss.  We should be able to get that back to you soon.  Just ask for me when you get here and the desk officer will get you back to me.”

“Okay, great!  I’ll see you in about an hour then!”  Misha let the detective end the call and hurried out of bed, feeling excited.  It looked like the police had done a great job so far!  She scurried off the bed and headed to the bathroom, cleaning up a bit and straightening up her hair before grabbing a quick bite from the kitchen.  She hadn’t eaten since dinner the night before and felt it would be better if her stomach wasn’t trying to talk over her at the station.

Misha grabbed up her phone and purse, then headed out of the apartment, catching one of the buses to get her to the station.  Thankfully the lunchtime traffic was already thinning out, so there weren’t any major traffic jams along the route, but it still took a little over an hour for her to reach the stop closest to the station.

The sidewalk in front of the police station was pretty busy as Misha approached, the parking lot filled with cruisers and other cars, and at least two of the big SWAT-style vans were parked near the entrance.  Wondering what all the excitement was about, Misha barely registered that someone had come out of the public entry doors until she heard her name and a familiar voice.

“Misha!  So nice to see you again!”

Skidding to a halt, Misha’s head snapped away from the SWAT vans and her eyes fell upon Honey, who wore a sickeningly sweet, smug smile as she waved at Misha.  “Y-you!” Misha stammered, feeling as though her world had just imploded upon itself.

“Yep, it’s me alright!” Honey said, giggling.  She still wore the same slutty schoolgirl outfit, though her makeup had changed to a different pattern and tones.  She flipped her hair back and licked her lips as she continued to stare at Misha in a hungry, unsettling way.  “I have to say, I’m pretty impressed you slipped out of our little love nest like that.  Just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“H-how…?”

“Oh, once I’d given my side of the story, they didn’t really have any reason to keep me here,” Honey said, a note of annoyance plain in her voice.  She even raised a hand, waving it at the station behind her dismissively.  “The police really can be reasonable if you just cooperate and tell the truth.  Of course, the poor, innocent schoolgirl act helps.”

Misha’s anger flared suddenly, and she felt her nails digging into her palms as her hands balled into tight fists.  “I don’t know what you did, Honey, but you’re going to go to jail for this!  I’m going to make sure of that!  There’s evidence of what you did!”

Honey returned a confident smile.  “Oh, Misha, aren’t you just the cutest thing ever?  Must be nice to live in a world where it’s all so black and white.  Go talk to the officer overseeing the case; he’ll tell you everything you need to know about why I’m off the hook.”  The insufferable smugness only grew as Honey blew Misha a kiss.

Misha flinched as if she’d been touched by the horrible woman.

“See you around, Misha.  Don’t work too hard, now!  Keep that stress level low!”  Honey said, sauntering off in her overly exaggerated hip-swaying manner, not a care in the world it seemed.

Standing and staring after Honey in a mixture of anger and disbelief, eyebrow twitching, Misha’s brain just couldn’t fully process what had just happened.  How could the police just let her go like that?  Why wasn’t Honey locked up at least until she could be properly identified and sent before a judge to set bail?

Finally snapping out of her fuming anger, Misha stalked up the walkway and up the steps, entering the station.  Madhouse seemed to be an apt word to describe the scene out front, as there were a couple of dozen people standing about in the waiting area, a mix of officers and civilians.  A lot of loud voices seemed to be shouting from the rear, a cacophony of women’s voices protesting their innocence or cursing out the cops.  As Misha approached the front desk, having to wait in line, she spotted at least two women dressed in French maid outfits, hands cuffed behind them, being led from one door down a hallway.  Between the strange surrealness of the scene and her situation, Misha barely registered her request to speak with Detective Cordell.

She had to wait about fifteen minutes, but Misha was finally approached by an officer and escorted toward Cordell’s office.  On the way back she saw more of the women dressed as maids, sitting on several benches lined up down one hallway, all of them handcuffed, and all looking roughed up to some degree.  Wondering what had happened that resulted in more than a dozen maids getting arrested, Misha’s eyes swept over an interview room, and she had to do a double-take.

There were three people inside the room, and over the din of the hallway, there was no way she could have possibly heard what was being said, but one of the people was a little girl, probably not even thirteen by the look of her, dressed as a maid with her blonde hair up in a pair of long tails, and bawling her eyes out to the woman sitting next to her in the business suit.  The man, probably a detective, in the cheaper-looking suit across the table wore an exasperated expression on his face as he looked back to the file folder on the table in front of him.  What was going on?  As Misha continued past the room, she caught sight of the crying girl’s face as she shook her head to some question and held her hands clasped in front of her, almost like she was praying.  Something about her eyes didn’t quite seem to fit how she was acting, something that unsettled Misha.

“Miss?  This way,” said her escort, motioning into a room on the opposite side of the hallway.

All thoughts about the little girl in the maid’s uniform vanished as she stepped into the office, about a dozen desks covered in papers and folders crammed into the main part of the room, with several smaller offices attached around the perimeter.  It was to one of the satellite offices she was led to, and an older man rose behind the desk.  His face had a haggard appearance like he hadn’t gotten much sleep, his graying brown hair oily, his goatee showing flecks of powdered sugar from the half-eaten donut on the side of his desk.  He offered his hand.  “Miss Kyle, I’m Detective Cordell.”

Misha took his hand for only a moment, eyes narrowing as her anger flared again.  “So why was she walking out of here just now?  Why isn’t she behind bars?”

Cordell sighed, motioning to the seat opposite him as he sat.  “I’m really sorry about that, Miss Kyle, but there’s just not enough evidence to hold her.”

Misha felt her jaw drop, and she stopped halfway to the chair.  She stood again and slammed her hands down on the edge of his desk.  “What do you mean, not enough evidence?!  You have my prototype, my car, there has to be security camera footage, the hotel room… How can there be no evidence of her on me?!”

The older man frowned, opening the folder on his desk, glancing up to Misha before he started going over the documents inside.  “The crime lab hasn’t completed their analysis, but preliminaries found only one DNA donor on the outfit you brought in, on the inside of the suit.  There was no trace of drugs or intoxicants in your system at the time you gave us the sample.  Camera footage we’ve been able to pull so far only shows your walk through the streets starting a couple of blocks from the hotel; that part of town is notorious for having almost no working cameras.  They found some hairs that matched her’s in your car but based on her statements, the two of you had a few drinks after dinner and decided to fool around.  Before you could do anything, she stated that you had gotten cold feet and ran out of the hotel in a panic.  The hotel room had already been partially cleaned by the time the CSIs got there, but there’s so much DNA in a place like that it’s going to be almost impossible to determine who is who.”

Misha felt light-headed as the detective spoke, wavering on her feet and finally slipping into the chair.

“The lawyer who spoke to her when she was brought in thinks there just isn’t enough to go on to build a case at this point, and the rep from the DA’s office was in agreement,” Cordell said.  “Without more evidence, it looks like a bad decision after some drinks and a case of she-said, she-said, your word against hers.  I’m sorry, Miss Kyle, but without more to go on, we had little choice but to let her go for now.  Things may change once the crime-scene people process all the evidence, but for now, there’s nothing else we can do.”

Feeling numb, Misha couldn’t really recall what they had discussed after that, and barely remembered leaving the station and heading to the bus stop.  Things were still in a blur once she arrived back at her apartment, though as evening approached, her brain snapped out of its state of shock and went through an angry phase.  She wasn’t proud to admit that she’d been pretty hard on some of her pillows, and had thrown some things.  If nothing else had come of the visit, her confidence in the police department had taken a severe hit.  It had been almost casual the way he had told her about the situation.  The fact that they could find no evidence of Honey being on her screamed incompetence.  Or had Honey paid them off somehow?  A bribe to let her go?  Maybe she should get a lawyer involved…No, maybe not…could she or the business really afford that right now?  Could she even trust a lawyer, given how Honey had apparently talked her way out of the whole situation so easily?

Misha sulked about her apartment the rest of the day, cleaning up after her outburst, and doing some exercises to clear her head.  By the next morning, she was thinking more clearly, and though she was still in a fragile state, she decided that focusing on her work was the best option for now.  She went back to the office and started back where she’d last left off, checking new emails and setting up new orders for her people to get started on.  She didn’t mention anything that had happened to her employees, though she did give Kyou a call during her lunch break to let him know.  He’d offered to come by if she needed someone to be with her, but she had declined, though the offer had certainly been appreciated.

 

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And that does it for part 2!  Certainly a trying experience for poor Misha, but adversity must be overcome to reach new heights, right?  Or something like that.

What it basically boils down to is:  Honey’s a bitch.  And probably a pretty terrible person.  One can only hope she’ll have some proper justice in the future (hint hint).

The conclusion of this story is on the way, featuring a much more agreeable night for Misha, and some more fun with latex!  Hope you’ll be coming back to see what happens!

Till next time, Urban out!

Hit me over on DeviantArt, or on my Discord server!  I’m usually always around, and would love to hear what you have to say!

Chapter One of the Misha Kyle Trilogy

The Honey Trap – Part 1

Misha awoke with a groan, her eyes slowly cracking open to reveal a sliver of light, then a brighter glow that made her wince.  She reached to rub her eyes, but her hand jerked against something and didn’t move any closer.  She tried again, recognizing the distinct sensation of a cuff pulling at her wrist, and the somewhat muffled sound of a chain rattling. ^

Suddenly very awake, Misha squealed in surprise, feeling a thick ball between her teeth, her eyes darting down her body as she tried to sit up.  She was spread wide, her limbs secured with cuffs and chains going off the edges of the bed she lay upon.  Looking down at herself, she immediately recognized the outfit she wore: it was the prototype latex catsuit she had taken out of the office for private testing over the weekend.  The cuffs on her limbs were built into the suit, made of thick, heavy-duty rubber and set with stout metal eye holes and buckles.  The suit’s built-in corset had been secured about her midsection as well, squeezing at her torso as her breathing became more rapid as awareness returned.  She was fully hooded and collared from the feel of it, and the look of it as the built-in perspex lenses were starting to fog, and she was pretty sure there was something contained within the suit’s built-in condoms, which were likewise inside of her.

She knew it for a fact a moment later as she became aware of something moving above her, and as she focused her attention toward the ceiling, she realized it was herself she saw through the mirror mounted there.  There she was, Misha Kyle, spreadeagle atop a large, heart-shaped bed, contained fully within her latest and greatest prototype bondage catsuit.  In the scant few seconds she allowed herself to look at her reflection, her mind automatically ticked off the various details, as if reaffirming she was really wearing it.  Glistening charcoal gray latex for the base layer, a slightly lighter shade of gray on the layer above, forming what resembled a pair of thigh-high stockings and garters with oval-shaped openings revealing her latex-covered thighs beneath them, the edges lines with a silvery-gray latex fringe.  Her arms were similarly clad, the highlight layer forming shoulder-length gloves, with similar openings for her shoulders.

Atop these were the corset and chest harness, each made of stout black latex, their straps buckled tight and locked with the electronic padlocks keyed to the suit’s controller, complete with a crotch strap that held any insertables firmly in place.  Misha’s breasts protruded through the chest harness, covered in the charcoal gray of the base layer, marked only by the zippers over her nipples, providing easy access, though these were currently closed.  The suit’s tall collar was in place, thick and rigid rubber with a silver-gray latex fringe at her collar bone and beneath her chin, the cuffs on her wrists and ankles styled in the same fashion.  Her head was covered in charcoal gray latex, all of her features smoothed out by the shiny rubber, the mouth zipper currently closed, the built-in lenses mirrored, creating something of an endless loop between them and the ceiling mirror.

Squealing again, more in outrage than surprise, Misha quickly looked around the room, seeing a lot of red, and more than a few heart shapes.  Most notably, the bed atop which she was secured was shaped like a giant heart, complete with red sheets.  The base of the lamps atop the nearby nightstands were heart-shaped, as was the jacuzzi across the room, and even the wallpaper was a god-awful shade of pink with thousands of red hearts flowing over it in a wavy pattern.

How in the hell had she gotten into a cheap love motel?  Bigger question, how had she gotten locked into her own prototype?!

* * *

“Don’t you think the light is glaring off the latex too much?”

“I’m using a polarizer on the lens, it’s not a problem.”

The camera snapped several more times in quick succession.

“Crap, the lube has smeared, it looks terrible there on her thigh!”

“It’s barely noticeable; I can fix it in post.”

More snaps as the latex-clad models moved into another series of poses on the makeshift stage.

“Do you think the background looks too…cheap?  I mean, it’s just the warehouse…”

The camera clicked a few more times, and Kyou finally turned to regard Misha, waving at the models to take a breather.  He held the camera to his side, cocking his head and shooting her a tired grin.  “Misha, honey, relax.  The background’s going to be blurry anyway with how I’m shooting the girls.  Have I ever disappointed you with my work before?”

“No, of course not!  I just-”

“-need to chill a little.  Look, you let me handle the photos, and you handle managing the rest of the business, alright?  Besides, we’re almost done, another twenty minutes tops; a little late to be worrying about things now, right?”

Misha sighed, looking down, but finally nodded.  “You’re right, Kyou, as usual.  Sorry if I sounded like I was nagging you.”

“Hey, it’s fine,” Kyou replied, patting Misha’s shoulder.  “All I ask is that you take a little time for yourself, huh?  You’ve been working like crazy just since I’ve been here, and you seem a little stressed out.  A few hours off won’t hurt you.  Maybe go out with your boyfriend for a while.”

Misha giggled.  “I don’t have one.”

“Girlfriend then.”

“Don’t have one of those either.  Been too busy with keeping the business running to have time for something like that.”

“Seriously?”  Kyou genuinely seemed surprised by that, his feline ears raising.  “I figured for sure you’d have someone in your life, being such a successful woman into all the latex and such.”

Misha shrugged.  “Just never made it a priority, I guess.  Or I just never met the right person.”  She’d been on plenty of dates of course, but most of the people she’d met balked at her profession once they found out, or were just way too into it, just thinking about the sex that could have gone along with the clothing.  She had her work, though; it’s not like she could really spare the time to get involved with someone anyway.  There was just too much to do to keep the business growing!

“Mind if I share a little advice?”  Misha nodded and Kyou looked down at his camera, fiddling with the lens and buttons before finally looking at Misha.  “You need to step back from work for a while.  Sooner, rather than later. You’re going to burn out hard if you keep at it like you are right now.  You’ll think you’re doing okay until one day you just suddenly realize that you can’t do it anymore.”

Misha nodded slowly.  “You sound like you’re talking from experience.”

“I am, hon, I am.  See, a few months back, I was going through a rough time and poured myself into the work.  I had a few days where I worked better than sixteen hours, even.  Probably would have ended up in a pretty dark place if I’d lost my love of photography from burnout.”

“What did you do to deal with that?”

“Made myself step away from work, for starters.  But I got lucky.”  Kyou smiled.  “It was about that time I met Gloria, and we started dating.  My whole outlook turned around once we started seeing each other.  Until you’ve experienced it, Misha, you just don’t know what it’s like having someone special in your life.  Even if you’re just in it to have a quickie every now and then, it’ll keep you sane, and keep you on the right path with your work.”

Misha nodded again, blowing out a sigh.  “That’s good advice, Kyou.  Any advice on finding someone like you did?”

“Put the job away for a while, take a few evenings or even the whole weekend off.  Get out and meet people.  Heck, do it online, even.  Just make it a priority.”  Kyou hefted the camera again, glancing at the clock on the wall.  “Hey, how about this?  You go finish up what work you can do before five, and we’ll go out for a drink afterward.  Nothing special, just a little dinner between friends to relax.”

Rubbing her chin, Misha’s mind raced with all the work she had to do; she’d planned on staying until at least eight or nine that evening.  There were the new invoices to work on, the budget for next month, several new orders that had to be processed, more work on the prototype catsuit/pleasure system she had been building…

“Hey, Misha, are you still there?”

“Oh, sorry,” she replied, chuckling nervously as she ran a hand through her hair.  “I guess I really do need to take a bit of a break.  Okay, you’ve got a deal then.  I’ll run back to my office and finish up some invoices, and we’ll be out of here at five then.”

Kyou gave her a thumbs up as he grinned and winked at her.  “Thatagirl!  I’ll take care of things here; I think I’ve left these girls hanging long enough.”

Misha laughed as Kyou turned his attention back to the models, her gaze lingering on the scene of the three latex-clad women in various states of bondage.  They were all in different colored catuits, red, green, and yellow, with different outer designs imprinted upon them, each with a different type of heels of varying heights.  One was fully suspended between the other two with chains secured to a harness and cuffs, while the other two were on either side, one standing rigidly against a pole, strapped securely to it by nearly two dozen smaller straps, while the third was partially suspended, with Japanese-style ropework criss-crossing her body, one leg raised into a full vertical split.  All were likewise wearing hoods that fully covered their heads but for their eyes and mouths, but these were covered with darkened lenses, and their mouths were filled with ball gags that matched their catsuit colors.

“Okay girls, another couple dozen shots and we’ll call it a day!” Kyou said as Misha hurried off, mentally telling herself repeatedly not to worry about the little details in the photoshoot, and that she had to focus on the invoices.

“Nothing else but the invoices…no more work for today,” she muttered as she willed herself to pass the assembly room.  Her employees were hard at work filling custom orders in there, and she wanted to stop and help, but no, that’s not what she had agreed to with Kyou!  Shaking her head, she continued to her office, ignoring the piles of paperwork on one desk, and the scattering of plans and notes on her design workbench.  “Just the invoices…just the invoices…” she said to herself, sitting down at her computer and pulling them up to get to work.

Before she knew it, Misha was putting the last invoice in its envelope, her attention drawn to the door as Kyou knocked on it, one big equipment bag over his shoulder, another in his hand.  “Oh, Kyou…time flies, doesn’t it?  Okay, just finishing up…” she said, sealing the document inside, affixing the postage and address labels, and adding it to the stack she had on the corner of her desk  “Let me just grab my things and we’ll get going.”

“Sure.  Remember…no work tonight!” he said, grinning in that catlike way he was so good at.

“Right, no work.  Just a…a little something for me to relax with over the weekend,” she said quickly.  She gathered her purse and business jacket, along with the paperwork she’d drop in the outbox on the way out.  Her eyes lingered on her briefcase, filled with various other documents and jump drives she could use for work at home…but she pushed away the urge to grab it, instead picking up a much larger, more solidly built case, the kind sensitive equipment was usually stored in for travel.

“New outfit?”

“Yeah…with some extra bells and whistles.  Could be a big seller for the holiday season if I can get it completed.  No, I’m not working on it this weekend; I’m relaxing with it.  It uh…needs a test run to look for any bugs,” Misha explained quickly, her cheeks heating a little.

“Gotcha,” Kyou replied with a knowing grin, motioning to the hall.  “Come on, let’s get outta here.  We’ll head to that place over on 24th street we went to before, if that’s alright.”

“Oh, Derringer’s Tavern?  Sure, that’s fine with me.”  How long had it been since she’d been there with Kyou?  A few months?  Nearly a year?  Misha stopped in front of the mirror before she turned off the lights, running a hand through her red hair to straighten a few stray strands, though her current hairstyle tended to flare out a bit wildly on the sides and back.  At least her longer forelocks had remained straight, framing her face and eyes.  She looked down, gave a quick once-over of her white blouse, making sure there weren’t any spots of dropped food from lunch, wondered briefly if she should button up the next button to hide some of her exposed cleavage, then thought better of it.  She plucked a bit of fuzz from her knee-length skirt, noting that her stockings still appeared straight through the thigh slits and down her legs to her red pumps.  Satisfied, she switched the lights off and stepped out of her office and hurriedly locked up, and followed Kyou out to the parking lot. She opened the trunk of her car, placed the prototype inside, and waved at Kyou as he got into his SUV.  She started up her car and waited for him to get moving, then took the lead toward the tavern.

* * *

Misha’s eyes crossed as there was suddenly an intense vibration between her legs.  She squealed into the ball filling her mouth as she tugged angrily at the chains holding her limbs wide.  Whoever had locked her into the prototype had inserted the toys as well!  The vibrators must have been on full power the way they shook her nethers, making her moan as she tugged at the chains holding her limbs.  The vibration buds built into the suit itself, specifically those on her breasts and nipples, came on a few seconds later, a high-pitched whine as they too were on full power.

Moaning as she tried to close her legs, Misha began panting as she grew hot within the confines of the prototype.  The lenses of the hood were soon fogged up completely as her body reacted to the intense stimulation.  She rolled her head back and forth, spotting a heart-shaped clock on the nightstand next to the bed, showing 11:07 PM in big pink numbers.

Biting down on the ball filling her mouth, Misha’s mind reeled as she neared climax.  Though she was in no way pleased with her current situation, she could at least take solace in the fact that her designs seemed to be working exactly as intended, pushing the wearer to a rapid pleasure high.

Then the inserts and pads all died at once, and she could only hear the frustrated groan she made as her annoyance became immediately apparent.

As she fumed, Misha realized the time.  It was after eleven!  She was missing several hours!  She thought back, recalling that she’d left work with Kyou…then was at the tavern, Derringer’s with him for dinner… What had happened after that?

* * *

Derringer’s Tavern was unchanged from how Misha remembered it from her last trip there:  a more traditional pub-like setting with lots of wood paneling and brass fixtures, lighting just bright enough to be pleasant but not on the level of a lesser bar, some classic rock playing over the speakers, and a pretty large crowd already showing up for dinner.  She and Kyou sat at one of the small elevated tables by the windows overlooking the street, the sun already dipping below the horizon as fall came upon them in earnest, the neon signs and street lights beginning to flicker on.

The pair had been enjoying a light dinner and a few drinks, Misha having a bit of guilty pleasure by partaking of a burger and homemade potato chips along with some mozzarella sticks with a soda.  It was probably a recipe for disaster in the ‘keeping her figure’ department, but despite the constant nagging urge to pull out her phone and check her email, she resisted and was actually enjoying herself.  “So when are you going to show me a picture of Gloria?” she asked, at last, looking up from Kyou’s phone in which he had been showing her some of his off-the-clock photography.

“Ohhh…might be a while,” Kyou replied with a chuckle and a sly grin.  “Pretty much all the pictures we do are uh…of a private sort if you get my drift.”

Misha cocked her head and gave him a quizzical look.  “You’re being modest after all the latex fetish stuff you’ve done for me?  And your other kinky clients?”

“There’s a little more to it than that…but…” Kyou turned his phone toward him, swiped at it quickly several times, then turned it back to Misha.  “…here.  It’s not the best picture…”

The screen revealed a stunningly beautiful blonde woman, her silky hair falling over one of her baby blue eyes as she smiled seductively at the camera.  Just at the bottom of the frame, Misha could see a sizeable pair of breasts, or the top of them anyway, and the impressive line of cleavage in between.  “Oh, she’s gorgeous Kyou!  How haven’t I seen her before?  She has to be like a supermodel or something!”

“I’ve told her she’d be a natural at it, but she’s actually pretty private when you get down to it.”

Kyou’s phone buzzed, and another picture of Gloria popped up.  Misha grinned.  “And it looks like she’s calling.”

“Sorry, just a sec,” Kyou said, patting Misha’s hand as he hurried outside to a more quiet spot to take the call.

Misha sat back in her chair with a sigh, sipping at her soda.  Maybe she should find someone…the way Kyou’s face had lit up when he’d gotten the call made her a bit jealous for sure, but she couldn’t hold that against him.  She wasn’t exactly getting any younger, and with the way things were going in town and across the world with all those crazy superpowered people battling in the streets, who knew what was around the corner?  She picked up another chip, dipped it in the cheese sauce, and popped it into her mouth, chewing slowly as she tried to reason out just how to go about meeting someone without coming off completely awkward.

Delving into her work seemed so much simpler!

“No!” she said to herself, slapping her hand as it went for her purse and the phone inside.  She snatched up another chip and took another drink.  She quickly took another bite of her burger, glancing out the window toward Kyou.  He seemed a little surprised, but then got a much more playful look on his face as he turned and walked down the street a bit to get clear of the doorway area.

Kyou finally came back inside a few minutes later, looking a bit guilty, ears drooping.  “Hey, Misha, I uh…Gloria’s wanting to come over, like right now.  Well, she’s actually already at my apartment; I told her I was with a client and she said she’d wait, but…”

Misha shook her head, offering a supportive smile.  “Go on and get going, Kyou.  I wouldn’t dream of keeping you away from your girlfriend if she’s already waiting for you.”  She did raise her finger a moment later.  “I do have a condition, though.”

Kyou grinned.  “And that is?”

“You need to let me meet her sometime.  Just a little casual drink or something like this maybe, nothing fancy.”

“I don’t think she’d have a problem with that, once I tell her a little about you.  She might even be interested in some of your outfits.”

“Really?”

Kyou nodded, flagging down a waitress and asking for a to-go box before he pulled out his wallet and tossed some cash on the table.  “Definitely.  You sure you don’t want me to stick around a little longer?”

“It’s fine,’ Misha replied with a shake of her head.  “I’ll just hang around and finish up my dinner and head on home.  Try to get this work-free weekend thing started properly.”  Testing the prototype wouldn’t really be work if she was enjoying herself inside it, right?

“Thanks,” Kyou said, stepping up and giving Misha a quick kiss on her cheek before the waitress brought the box for the rest of his burger and hot wings.  “I’ll follow up with you on Monday, should have the preliminary work done on the shoot by then…if Gloria doesn’t keep me too busy that is.”

“Sounds like that’s happened before.”

“Well…she’s very energetic sometimes,” he said with a chuckle.  He picked up his food and gave Misha a quick wave as he walked toward the door.  “Remember, no work!  See you next week!”

“Bye, Kyou!  Be safe!” Misha replied, waving at him.  She blew out her breath once he was gone, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand.  She picked up a chip, dipping it into the cheese a few times, not really sure what it was she felt at the moment.  Was she a little jealous of Gloria and Kyou having that kind of relationship?  No, not jealous, maybe a little envious, but she had only herself to blame.  She’d always been a workaholic, and nothing had changed about that since she’d set up shop in Sentinel City.

Misha was just about to make a move on the last handful of her chips and the last few bites of her burger when someone slipped into the chair Kyou had vacated some minutes ago.  Misha blinked, confused as she didn’t recognize the dark-skinned woman sitting across from her.  “Uhhh…can I help you…?”

“I certainly hope so, love,” said the woman in a sultry tone and with a hungry grin, leaning against the table and cradling her chin in her hands.  This had the effect of greatly accentuating her sizable bust, clearly visible through the unbuttoned shirt she wore.  Though her skin was dark, her hair was golden blonde with rainbow-colored highlights throughout the long, curly twintails and bangs, a stark contrast to be certain.  Her makeup was on the garish side as well, a mix of bright pink upon her lips and brighter reds and purples lining her eyes and upon her cheeks, and a rainbow of colors on her fingernails.  She wore a plethora of bracelets of gold and brightly colored plastics upon her wrists.  “I’ve got a big hotel room and nobody to share it with tonight.  I’m certain you could help me with that.”

It took Misha a moment to realize exactly what style she was looking at:  ganguro.  It wasn’t a common look in the States to be sure, and was a bit fringe even in Japan, but the woman who had sidled up to her table was pulling it off well, though it certainly wasn’t a look that Misha cared for, especially with the naughty schoolgirl look she was apparently going for.  “Uhhh…no.  Unless you’re looking for some suggestions for a new outfit, I can’t help you,” Misha said quickly.  Something about the woman put Misha on edge, not just her very bold assumption that Misha was looking for a hookup.  Granted, she wasn’t entirely wrong…

“Oh, we’ll have so much fun together!  Why don’t we just slip on out and-” said the woman, her smile slipping as she only just seemed to realize that Misha had shot her down.  She recovered quickly, though, apparently undaunted as she turned up the seductive nature of her smile.  She reached across the table and plucked a chip from Misha’s plate, tossing it in her mouth and chewing quickly.  “I’m Honey, by the way.  Maybe I just wasn’t clear enough in what I was getting at?  Because I can get VERY clear, love.”  She licked her lips, taking another chip, adjusting herself so show off her cleavage even more.

Was it going to take a flat-out, clear statement of her disinterest before Honey got the clue?  She obviously wasn’t getting the message, and went after another chip.

Misha was about to get angry and speak up when she felt something soft brushing against her leg, quickly moving upward.  She looked down, spotting the woman’s sock-clad foot.  She wore those long slouch socks bunched up around her calves, a bit discolored from wear around the foot and lower layers.  Misha breathed sharply and stiffened as the woman’s foot slipped past her knee and between her legs.  She noticed a peculiar odor wafting up, saw the darker, sweat-dampened sole of the sock.  For a moment the scent rankled Misha’s nose, put her in the mind of what a long-worn gym sock might have smelled like, but then it changed, subtly, becoming sweet, like…honey.  Misha inhaled again, taking in the heady aroma, feeling herself quiver at Honey’s touch as her toes played along Misha’s thigh.  She became aware of herself blushing.

“What’s your name, love?”

“M-Misha…” she said, almost immediately.  Honey’s voice drew her eyes back toward the ganguro, just as she licked her lips.  Misha felt a sudden pressure against her nipples as they stood erect within her bra, and noticed a heat growing between her legs.

“Ohhh, cute name, Misha.  We should get to know each other, hmmm?  You look like you could use a little fun tonight, and I’m tons of fun.  I can do things with you that you’ve never felt before.”

Misha breathed in again, squeezing her legs together as the heat grew in her crotch, feeling Honey’s leg still there, breathing in that sweet, intoxicating smell coming from her sock.  Everything else seemed dimmer around Honey, even her voice drowned out the music and crowds around them.  There was just something so wonderful about her!  What could she show Misha that was so amazing?

“What say we slip outta here and go somewhere more private?  We could make a whole weekend out of it, even  Wouldn’t you just love to spend a weekend with me, Misha?  We could explore places that you’ve never imagined.”  Honey’s foot pressed a little further, her toes brushing the front of Misha’s moistened panties.

A tingle shot through Misha’s body, and she gasped, her mind aflutter with the possibilities of what Honey could do to her.  Very much about to agree with the ganguro woman, Misha heard her phone vibrate and ping loudly in her purse.

Blinking, suddenly back in the real world, the scent she’d noticed earlier was forgotten, and Misha’s heated face turned angry, and she slapped Honey’s leg down and away from her crotch.  “Get your leg away from there!”  Noting the surprised look on Honey’s face, Misha snatched up her jacket and purse, and then stood up, pointing her finger angrily at Honey.  “I’m not interested, okay?  And I don’t know what it was you just tried to pull on me, but let me repeat:  I AM NOT interested!  I’ve got too much work to do, and you’re not my type; I’m not at all into the slutty schoolgirl thing.  Try an anime convention or something, and stay away from me!”

Misha noted the continued surprise on Honey’s face as she turned and started toward the counter to pay the bill.  After a moment, she heard Honey calling out behind her.  “Okay, love, no sweat!  See ya around, Misha!”

Turning her head just enough to see Honey, Misha saw the woman stand, noting the shortness of her pleated skirt, not even halfway down her thighs, and that she wore a steep pair of black high-heels, along with the sweater tied off around her waist.  Honey waved sweetly, blowing her a kiss before sauntering toward the exit.

Shaking her head and blowing out her breath, still feeling the arousal on her nipples and between her legs, Misha quickly paid and headed to the bathroom.  Was she really so desperate that a touch from a stranger would get her all hot and bothered like that?  “No way,” she muttered as she slipped into a stall and took care of her business, taking a few extra moments for deep breaths and to calm herself down.  She plucked her phone from her purse, noted that it was a little after 6:30, and lingered as she noticed the email that had come in.  She had just about swiped to open it up, but willed herself to ignore it and stuffed the phone back into her purse.  “No work!  You promised Kyou!”

Once she had finished up in the bathroom, feeling less heated, Misha put Honey out of her mind and left the pub.  The early fall night was getting rather cool as she walked down the block toward the parking lot.  Her thoughts were already on trying out her prototype as she turned off the well-lit street and into the slightly less-well-lit parking area.  It was packed as it was a shared lot, but she didn’t think much about it as she dug her car keys out of her purse and clicked the button to unlock the doors.

She popped the door open and tossed her purse inside.  Just as she was about to get in herself, a strong arm wrapped around her torso and pulled her back.  She was just about to scream as a thick, slightly moist cloth was pressed over her nose and mouth.  In the light, she recognized it as a big, white sock with a dirty sole, and as she reflexively breathed in, the strong odor of a well-worn, unwashed sock filled her nose and mouth.  Though she thought she’d gag, instead she felt her body growing heavy and unresponsive, her vision growing dim.

Misha felt lips upon her neck, and heard a giggle.  “I always get my prey, Misha love.  I absolutely adore it when they play hard to get; it gives me an excuse to do this,” said a familiar voice, in a sweet, seductive tone Misha recognized:  Honey!  “We’re going to have so much fun together!”

Misha mumbled a protest, barely aware of the fact that Honey was groping her chest as the sickly-sweet aroma filled her lungs and she drifted into unconsciousness in Honey’s arms.

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Another piece I wrote a while back, well, started a while back and took even longer to finish.  Think I had started writing this during the period I was working on the Peculiar Predicament of the Pilfering Pink Pussy, as there is some crossover in the events that familiar readers may notice.  This is the first part in a trilogy of stories featuring Misha Kyle, a friend’s OC whom I brought into my superhero setting (and you have also seen in another story, though she was going by a different name at the time).

There’s another OC whom I’ve brought into the fold as well, one Gloria Tempest.  Some may recall an appearance by her sister Jennifer Tempest during the events of the story Anything for a Scoop.  Though I’ve not gotten deeper into the involvement of the Tempests in my superhero setting yet, they do have a fairly major role eventually.  A thing to keep in mind, however, is that I’ve changed up their relationships slightly, specifically some of the women are no longer the daughters of Kyou and Gloria.  This is an alternate take on them to be sure, unique to this setting, but the Tempest’s creator has approved, so it should be all good.  More on that down the road.

For now, I hope you’ve enjoyed this first part of three for this particular story, and will come back for the follow up next week!

Until next time, Urban out!

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