The job was not one of Melosa's favourites but it was easy and acceptably well paid. It was a photoshoot for a commercial about toys based on a famous saga of sci-fi books that soon were going to be adapted for TV. She had been reading a bit only out of curiosity. She was modelling an alien warrior monk of sorts.

She had been chosen, aside for her striking beauty, because of her combination of blue eyes, olive skin and her light platinum blonde dyed hair, that fitted with the description of those monks.

The dress she was wearing looked more like a swimsuit than a dress. From the waist band of the thong, two bands went up to the collar, splitting in two to barely cover her breasts, leaving the rest of her torso exposed, all in blue. On her head she wore a headband and a jewell on her forehead, both symbols of the character's allegiance to their sacred laws, also in blue. A pair of gloves covering the whole forearms and a pair of medium heeled boots up to her calves, in blue as well, completed the ensemble.

The photoshoot was about to finish. Her best friend, and lover, Mi Mai would arrive soon to pick her up. Unbeknown to her, in the garage of the same building, still inside her car, Mai was trying to put herself together. She had made her decision.

Economic crisis and job insecurity. The weight of the world threatened to crush Melosa's spirit. Past her thirties and her career as a model still not getting off the ground, her future didn't seem promising.

Mai had tried her best to cheer her up. Her job as a photographer, the reason for which they had met, wasn't being specially successful either, but, fortunately, weddings and other family celebrations were a lifesaver.

Stress and fears had started to affect their relationship. Melosa was gradually falling towards her natural passivity, translated into apathy. Loneliness as a consequence. Mai, having adopted a more assertive role in their shared home and her life in general, was not willing to let that happen. She would protect her lover even from herself.

The first and second steps of her plan were ready. The first step was, of course, gathering information. The sources weren't orthodox, strictly speaking, but Mai was sure it would work. The second step was buying the equipment.

The time had come for the third step. In or out, no more doubts. She had been Melosa's first woman, and she was determined to be the last. She buckled the red leather strap fitting the purple plastic ball gag in her mouth, got out of the car and headed towards the elevator.

It was the last round of pictures for Melosa. Wielding the cosmic energy powered vibro-sword, she had to pretend to be fighting a huge insectoid cyborg. Fortunately she had to stand still because she froze in place when Mi Mai got in the room. She was wearing a full pink spandex bodysuit, including hands and feet. It was so tight that her nipples were clearly outlined. Over it, from crotch to neck, she weared a net of red leather straps, her navel also noticeable in the centre of a rhombus, at the bottom of which started the crotch strap, buckled at her back, same as the other straps.

Melosa had recognized her, despite of her shockingly new clothing style, because of her pretty asian facial features, Japanese for being precise, and because of her long black pigtails adorned with purple hair extensions.

To her astonishment, Mai walked to the table were Melosa's street clothes and purse awaited, her red high heels clacking on the parquet, and she knelt on the floor, eyes downcast, hands on her thighs, palms up. After half a minute of awkward silence, the photographer remembered that he should be working, and took the last pictures.

Still astonished, Melosa approached her lover when the photographer indicated that he was done. She crossed her arms and tapped on the floor, prompting Mai to explain herself but she didn't move.

-What are you doing?- As Mai didn't answer, Melosa noticed that she was gagged, so she unbuckled the strap.- What the fuck!?

-I'm waiting, Mistress.- She said coldly.

-You what...?- The photographer, gaffer and other crew members where watching disturbingly attentive, so Melosa put on the trenchcoat quickly and grabbed the rest of her bags.- Let's go!

-Yes, Mistress.- She stood up and started walking, hands on the small of her back, same as when she got in.

-Ok, now tell me what are you doing.- Melosa asked once they were inside the elevator, safe from inopportune looks.

-I'm doing whatever you want, Mistress.

-No, that's... Mai, darling...- Melosa hugged her friend tightly and the spandex creacked. Her gloved hands involuntarily slipped by its smooth surface, ending up on top of the curve of her clearly defined buttocks.- What's this about?

Mai tried to explain herself, so Melosa would understand the point, but not giving too much information. She intended to create a fantasy and too much truth would spoil it.

-I love you. You know that. You've been sad lately. I've tried to help you but I couldn't. So we are going to play a game to cheer you up. Like Simon says but..., you know, with sex.

That wasn't all the truth. The point was to create an illusion of control. To make her feel as if her life were back on track. To make her feel safe and loved, even more than ever. Melosa accepted the shorter explanation, though.

-So, what now?- Back in the car, Melosa was still assimilating the idea.

She wasn't specially interested. She wasn't used to be the one in control particularly regarding sex. What truly attracted her atention was the suit itself. The zipper, from her lovers butt crack up to the neck, was held in place by one of the straps of the leather net that acted as a collar. The spandex clung to Mai's body, perfectly, as if it were a second skin. Whenever she moved, to turn the wheel or use the gear stick it creacked. It was so shinny that reflected the light.

-Whatever you want, Mistress.- Melosa couldn't control herself and pinched softly the clearly outlined and erect nipple. Mai smiled. At least that tiny part of her plan was working well.

Along the rest of the trip, Melosa caressed Mai's spandex skin, caringly pushing on any tiny wrinkle she could find. A couple of times she pulled on the leather straps to make sure that they were tightly cinched. When she pulled on the crotch strap Mai gasped.

-What?- Asked Melosa, worried.

-The suit is..., specially taut there. You know when you are walking and your panties move and...- Melosa wanted to see what was that about so she unbuckled the crotch strap on Mai's lower back and put it aside. Her labia were obvious, the seam of the fabric entering between them.

-You've been driving with thing?- Before Mai could answer, Melosa caressed her lower lips. They were so evident that she could pinch them. Mai uttered a strong moan.

-Stop! Please, Mistress, I'm driving.- Melosa left the crotch but keep going up and down her legs, feeling the smoothness of the suit. She went back to the nipples a couple of times more.

Once at home Melosa was still wondering what was expected of her. She ordered Mai to cook dinner, but mostly because she was tired, not because of that weird Simon says game. Mai had been so incocrete about that mistress thing that she didn't know what to do. She assumed that Mai wouldn't want to be whipped or flogged like in those scary bdsm porn videos.

Instead, while Mai cooked, she went back to what she knew. She fitted again the crotch strap, tugging humorously. Mai moaned even stronger than before and replied with an stern and confusing “thanks, Mistress”.

After dinner they lounged on the couch, watching TV. Melosa hugged Mai from behind. She had been having a great time ogling her lover's spandex clad body. Her lover's body was great, always had, but dressed like that was even better. Now, a hand cupping a breast, her thumb toying with the outlined nipple, while the other hand caressed Mai's crotch, tugging from time to time on that particularly fun strap, every time triggering an intense reaction.

-What now?- Melosa asked.

-Whatever you want..., Mistress.- Mai managed to say after a pause, focused on the hands driving her mad. Melosa changed position so Mai was laying on the couch with her on top, her hand still on her breast.

-I want to eat you out.- Melosa whispered to Mai's ear.

-Thanks, darling, but no. You are missing the point. You have to be more authoritarian, you know? More..., bossy. I should be pleasuring you.

-I don't... That's not my thing, darling. Could we go back to normal?

-No, come on, let's do this. Let's give it a try.

-No. I'm supposedly the one ordering around, and I say no. I mean, your suit is awesome. I wish I had one for myself.- Melosa kept talking but Mai wasn't listening. She had bought cuffs and chains and planned a few activities but Melosa seemed more focused on her lover's pleasure than her own. That was the opposite of what she had thought.- I'd rather be on the other side, for being honest.- Melosa said between sentences, still rambling about her feelings. Mai, lost in her thoughts too, wasn't sure whether if she had heard what she thought she had heard.

-Sorry, dear, did you just say that you'd rather be on my place?

-Yes! You were so sexy kneeling on the floor, waiting for me. For a moment I wished it was me, and...- Melosa kept talking. Mai's imagination was in a place entirely different.



A pair of weeks passed. Melosa was doing some chores, waiting for a call for a new job that would never come. Mai arrived with a big plastic bag.

-Come here, darling. I've bought you something.- Mai showed her the purchase and her eyes went wide.- You are going to need to shave yourself. Here.- She pointed at her mound with her finger.- Trust me, it helps.- Melosa nodded and ran to the bathroom.

An hour later Melosa was ready for Mai's second experiment. The suit was equal to hers except in blue. It included a pair of black opera gloves and a pair of thigh high, medium heeled boots, so her hands and feet would be covered by two layers of spandex, thus reducing her movility. The harness was quite different. It was black leather and it had four pairs of wide horizontal straps, one on her neck, acting as a collar, another on her waist and two more over and below her breasts. The one on her neck had a ring hanging at the front. A seventh strap started on the neck and went down to her crotch, thus crossing with the other three, and up her ass were it joined the eighth at the top of her butt crack. Mai added a pait of leather cuffs on wrists and ankles, a ring hanging from each. Nine small padlocks, four on ankles and wrists and five more for the harness trapped Melosa inside that suit, including the pair of Ben Wa balls inside her pussy, just for fun. At last, Mai fitted on her mouth a large purple ball gag, also padlocking the black strap on her nape.

-Holy shit!- Tried to say Melosa but only managing to utter a pathetic “Oi fif”.

Mai took her hand and led her to the green sheet hanging from a wall in the small spare room that they used as a chroma. Due to the balls, the spandex tugging at the folds of her pussy, her erect nipples rubbing against the material and, in general, how much she loved the suit, Melosa wouldn't need a lot of effort to reach the peak at that point.

For the next hour, Mai took hundreds of pictures of her overexcited and surprisingly obedient lover in many positions, some of which any observer would consider porn. In many of them she had her eyes closed, clearly enjoying herself.

At last Mai ordered her to kneel on the floor, legs obscenely appart and fondle her breast with one hand while the other hand caressed her mound. Ten minutes later Mai came back wearing her own suit. Melosa didn't notice her, lost in her own growing need for release. She removed the padlock of her gag, bringing her back to reality, to let her drink a glass of water.

-How are you doing?

-Please...- She half-moaned, half-whispered.- I need to cum.

-Please, what? Address me properly, you slut.

-Please, Mistress, I need to cum.

-Of course you do.- With a huge grin, Mai fitted again the ball gag.- But I've only used the tropical beach background. We still have a lot more.- Melosa's eyes went wide. A pair of tears of frustration appeared on her eyes.

Mai programmed the camera to take a few pictures in automatic. Then she knelt on the floor and hugged Melosa tightly, not easy with the two spandex covered bodies sliding against each other. Placing her hand on her lover's nape she kissed her on the lips as far as the wide ball gag allowed.

Even after the camera had finished the sequence, they just stayed there, enjoying the hug. They had found a way to revitalize their relationship, and luckily perhaps, their careers as model and photographer.

-Of u, isess.- “Love you, Mistress” said Melosa.

-Me too.- Replied Mai squizzing her pet's buttocks, thinking on how much fun awaited.