Alba - The Shiny Ballerina (2 of 3) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality or other stories, is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

Part 2

Quickly Alba untied her skirt and top, slipped out of her ballet slippers, removed her black leotard and the gray cotton tights. Naked as she was, she then grabbed the first garment that looked like it was made for someone half her size. She generously dabbed the inside with lube and slipped her two legs through the opening at the nape of the suit's neck. And as she pulled the suit to stretch and pushed her body into the fullsuit, her skin took on a more tanned, glowing tone, thanks to the Gobi coloured hue of the suit.

Despite the suit seemingly being made for a dwarf compared to her height, in barely fifteen minutes, she was already dressed up to her neck. Also she was already reveling in the strange and addictive sensation of caressing herself with the suit. And as she found that the more she stroked herself, the harder and harder it became to stop, a malicious idea took hold in her mind.

From her travel bag she took two toys she always carried with her for moments of overwhelm and frustration. With only the rest of the lubricant, she first plunged the anal plug in as good and as deep as she could. Then she did the same with the vibration egg, which she also plunged in with her fingertips as deep as she could between moans of pleasure.

She deliberately plunged them both as deep as she could into the sleeves of the suit, knowing that she could now only remove them by taking off the suit. Moans of pain escaped from her mouth that mingled erotically with those of pleasure.

With her knees trembling and with the toy in her sex and the plug in her ass beginning their work, she took the latex leotard and inserted her legs through the neck. The resulting sensation flooded her mind with dark fantasies. It was as if, first her legs, then her hips, her torso and finally her arms were as sensitive or much more sensitive than her pussy.

Alba needed much more time to put on that tight leotard that squeezed her mercilessly and made her feel like she was being caressed from her crotch, up to her neck and down the arms. After managing to put on the latex leotard, between curses and moans of pleasure, Alba ended up lying on the floor, near her travel bag, totally overwhelmed by this new sensation.

She needed some time to catch her breath... She was having an experience like she had never had before in her life... Her mind was in a mess. Just the act of breathing alone elicited a reaction better than any experience that any of her lovers so far had given her. And she still had to put on her dancers and cover her head with the hood of her fullsuit.

With some difficulty she managed to reach for the pointershoes. With even more difficulty she filled them with the 'YOUR SIN' rubbery gel. After putting them on, she couldn't help but breathe hard because of the pleasure. Alba tied a simple knot in the straps of the ballerinas, which she then wrapped around her instep and ankle.

And the magic effect was not long in coming. Although she instinctively resisted at first, it was only a reflex action. Her feet, little by little, took on the posture that she would have, as long as she wore her new latex balletshoes.

She hardly managed to stand up. It was all too much, overwhelming, uncontrollable, addictive. Beky, the owner of the 'YOUR SIN' store, and a friend of hers, had warned her about this. Her legs were shaking. Her hands could barely get a strong grip. Still, she managed to get to her feet, and hold a graceful yet haughty pose. While her breathing was getting heavier and heavier and her heart was beating faster and faster and harder, spreading its excitement faster and faster through her body.

She looked herself up and down. Just like the porcelain figurine in her music box. Now her whole body glistened with the sheen of magic latex, which seemed freshly covered with oil. She had taken care of every detail so that her outfit made her look like the life-size version and she was more than pleased with the result.

"Gods... it's perfect!" she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror and bit her lip, tempted to cover her head already with the hood. "So shiny, so starry, so..."

to be continued...