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Tamara - The Case Of The Corrupted Suits

(Damn! Where Is The Zipper? - Movimento 3)

Part 5

An inexplicable heat took over her body. Her crotch demanded caresses, while her nipples grew hard, as they had not in a long time. That sensation that expanded through her body made her shudder. Thoughts about herself began to fill with fantasies that she didn't even know she had. She and her boss in a fashionable club, having drinks, talking and later dancing. She dressed in a dress that was getting shorter at times, allowing herself to be touched. Being dominant, as only her boss knew how to be, speaking with an eloquence that filled the air with words that seduced her, making her legs tremble.

Tamara felt a more than a little dizzy and very hot. She clung to the chain of the shackle that had encircled her wrist minutes before. Her other hand rested on her face, as she tried to breathe deeply and calm herself. Her heart was beating slowly, but with unusual force, the heat of her body threatening to devour her sanity and free a Tamara who had been secluded in the darkest part of her mind for years. Shackled by her strong self-control, which, after so many years of dominating, now faltered.

"In life you have to take risks," she thought, yielding more to her wishes, to her own desires, than the mind that had lead her to the warehouse. "But . . . do I really want to take this risk?" she asked herself. Suddenly she knew that all she could do was to give in. Her body having a mind of its own.

Her legs and feet stretched again, without being able to stop her hands, she again took the shackle and encircled her wrist again with that shackle. Guided now only by her impulses, without being able to think clearly and only following her desire, Tamara surrounded her other wrist. A strange sense of satisfaction filled her body, and her warmth fed on it. At the same time she played with her chains, as if she were fighting her willful imprisonment. Those metal shackles with the rubbery insides didn't hurt her, but they held their relentless grip on her.

"What is this heat?" she wondered, having an image of being with Frank again, this time the two of them naked, "I have never felt something so . . ."

The fantasy that now flooded the mind of the reckless agent was so real, that she could feel every touch, feel his breath on her skin, her nipples pressed against his strong chest, the hair on the back of his head wrapped in her left hand, his hard and strong member, pulsing hot, in the other. In a short time she reached another orgasm, stronger and longer than the first one.

"To know, you have to try it," she said anxiously, "and I . . . now . . . eeee . . . I want to understand it . . . and . . . feel everything."

Tamara decided, that she wanted to go all the way. As this would include the mask, she had to release her hands again. She then took the mask from before her, unzipped the corset part at the neck. She squeezed it over the top of her head and before the thought of regret could reach her, she pulled down hard. Tamara began to insert her head inside that narrow rubber tube and although it resisted at first, it did not prevent her from putting her head inside it little by little. She soon discovered that there was something, like an overhang, not very large, that was hindering her advancement. Her hands felt the outside, and one of her fingers got lost inside the lips of the mask, thus discovering that the obstacle was at the level of where her mouth would be.

Overcoming the tightness of the mask and that thing that now lodged in her mouth, Tamara managed to put the mask on. One of her hands, curiously explored the surface of her new face, which barely reflected the physiognomy of her old one. That mask now gave her a face, like a modern mannequin. She had to admit that she liked the material. It was rubbery, oily, and smooth at the same time. Meanwhile her other hand, as if with its own will, guided by an uncontrollable impulse, went to her crotch. As the panties before, the mask adapted to her and started to give off the strange substance. She liked the taste and started to suck the intruder in her mouth.

Her hands kept exploring the two surfaces, at the same time she felt a greedy need, wanting more. Little by little she got carried away, leaving behind what had made her come to this place, forgetting who she was. She only knew one thing, her body, beyond curiosity, needed more. Without being self-conscious and ignoring that she was playing with danger, she started playing with herself.

Tamara began to push with three fingers at the shape of the mask's mouth, which gave way and at the same time she felt the gag that she had in her mouth swell. At the same time, with her other hand she also began to push the material of her panties. Her middle finger was increasingly moving deeper inside of her, as the fabric started forming a new tube between her legs. And it drove her crazy to feel the strange tissue inside her flesh. Her next orgasm was even better than the other two. It would not be the last.

Without realizing it, she was already understanding why the victims did not want to free themselves . . . and in the depths of her mind, that place, from where the most irrational ideas and her most primitive desires arose, was stirring. That part of her brain that hadn't influenced her since her divorce, when she had willingly locked it away. Now, after so many years, it had come to life, gaining influence and an absolute authority, dominating and enslaving her personality.

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Tamara struggled with the locks on the shackles that held her wrists. She could not see with that mask, but finally found the buttons that, when pressed, changed color. Then everything came to life and a sensation that she had never experienced before and she will not know how to explain, traveled through her body. The intoxicating and hypnotic sensation of her made her not realize that the chains that held her arms, began to tighten little by little. The ones that imprisoned her legs were now making her hold them farther apart.

Soon she was aware that everything about her had slipped from her hands, from the moment she put the last shackle on her. But she knew that could happen, and she didn't really care, she needed to experience exactly the same as those victims.

Something latent, but asleep, awoke in her. Something that she liked, that feeling of helplessness, she discovered that it could be exciting in a situation, which she creates, controlled. At first she believed that those hot flashes that entered her were still the tail-blows of her early menopause. But she soon she noticed, that that heat was the one that she had not had for a long time to concentrate so much on her work.

Tamara as soon as she noticed that that sensation, unlike that chemical effect on her body that marked the end of her fertility, she discovered that she missed that rise in libido. It had been years since she felt this way, since her second husband or ... was it even earlier that she stopped feeling that? That pleasant sensation of heat, which made her feel alive, took hold of her. That sensation was accompanied by a quickening of her pulse and her breathing. She followed that delicious sensation that she knew from her navel accompanied by a need for more, much more.

But suddenly something started to go weird, nothing that alarmed her at first. It was at the moment when she felt wetter than she had ever felt. Something inside that latex garment interacted with that chemistry. The garment did not stay where she was wearing it, but something within that layer of what looked like shiny rubber like liquid ebony began to move. Subtly at first, accompanying Tamara's involuntary movements. But when something began to rub against her spot, an alarm in the back of her memory began to ring, but too faint for her arousal to hear.

Her desire grew to limits that she did not believe a person could be turned on. At the same time that the heat of her body began to cloud her mind and she and she could only think of satisfying the appetite of her body than the curiosity that pushed her to do that. And then after a while that she wasn't able to measure, it happened. That unusual experience, the twisted situation, the playing with danger and that stimulation of her sex led her to forget the sensation of orgasm.

The agent's entire body underwent a shock of incredible pleasure. The intensity was mostly from the time she hadn't experienced it. Her mind went blank, her body no longer felt imprisoned, the second seemed eternities, and the pleasure ... She had forgotten that sensation, which was followed by unparalleled satisfaction and happiness. All the bad, the stress, the burden, the responsibilities, the problems, all of that vanished from her mind during the time she felt herself floating throughout that room.

Tamara gradually recovered from that wave, and where a moment ago there was pleasure, she began to feel an emptiness that she wanted to re-fill with what she had felt. Whatever she was doing that garment to him, she liked it and wanted more. It could be, like those clothes that had a built-in vibrator. But the touch of her became more and more intense, covering more and more her sex in full. And she suddenly felt that wet massage extend, to the other orifice of hers. At the same time something began to grow within her sex and it was something ...

-NO - Said a strong voice in her head, and her self-control returned before she arrived ... - I have to free myself, take them off before ...

In that instant, taking advantage of the absence of the pleasure lock, her self-control resurfaced. The rational part of her mind prevailed, letting it be known that she already knew what it was that made the victims bend little by little to submit and it had to be stopped now. It was then that the agent twisted her hand to try to reach the buttons to free herself from her.

And after a fight against the resistance of the flexibility of her hand, the finger of her heart reached the pulse and with some pain, from the effort, I pulse it. But her shackles did not open. She tried it several times, with given one of the buttons, but the result was the same. Thus she discovered what had been happening, while she was immersed in that subtle and sweet manipulation of her senses that she did

Stretching as far as she could, until she felt cramps, her ring finger. She could no longer reach with one hand, the wrist of the other. She stretched out her finger as far as she could to press the button that opened the clasps. And while she tried again and again, she berated herself for not having warned where she was going. Not to say her intentions, but to do a second sweep. But, on the other hand, she didn't like the idea of

explaining, she hoped I would get rid of hers ...

- "What was that" - she thought she tensing.

Something had touched her, she was completely sure that something had touched her, at the very least. She couldn't see, smell, speak, or hear. This situation will have made her sense of touch increase. Her breathing accelerated, she could feel how little by little she was feeling some fear. She was more than aware of her situation. Plunged in darkness, due to her insolation mask, she turned her head from side to side, reflexively.

- Oh dear - Said the person who had been hidden and waiting for this moment - You could not resist finding out what he does, that my slaves had been seduced.

Among the seven colored mirrors, in the red one the surface began to deform, as if it were a thick liquid. A meandering shape began to form on its surface and grow. Shortly afterwards, the most protruding end broke and hands appeared and immediately went to look for the edge of the mirror. Those hands clasped tightly and her arms yanked her out of the mirror. So she entered her room, one of the seven, she, the Mistress of all victims, they all spoke of her with pride. She had been patiently waiting and that patience had been rewarded. Now that the agent was trapped, the Mistress took the liberty of leaving the safety of her hiding place.

That figure who wore a full-length purple catsuit, no zipper, no seams. At her neck, the costume ends as in a neck corset, in the center neck there was a kind of amulet with an arcane symbol of pride.

She circled around Tamara, knowing she couldn't hear her, but what is now within her bloodstream, spreading throughout her body, would make her know.

-My boss and I have something special in mind for you - she said enjoying the moment - But first, my corruption will make you want to submit yourself. I will give you back your youth, your libido and I will give you much more. And the more you enjoy, the more you want ... I can smell your vanity from here, and that vanity will feed your pride and pride will release your darkest desires ... Then you will be mine.

. . .As she said this, the temptation to play with Tamara overwhelmed her. . .

to be continued. . .