Michelle was taking it easy on her sun lounger in the back garden, enjoying the sun.

A knock at the door told her the post had arrived, so she went in and collected it.

It all looked like junk mail, except for a little packet addressed to her.

She opened it, then gasped at the photos that fell out…

They were all of her, in her back garden and stretched out on the sun lounger.

The definition was incredible, they all looked so realistic; the trouble was, they couldn’t be…

They all showed her wearing latex. Clear catsuits, black catsuits, hooded and unhooded.

One even had her wearing a gag…

The pictures fell from Michelle’s shaking hands, onto the hall floor.

Someone was obviously playing a game with her, but who? Why?

Then she spotted another letter in the pile…

It was from a modelling agency, offering her a job. They had seen her photos and really wanted to know more about her.

Michelle threw the whole lot in the bin, she just wanted nothing to do with it all…

She went back out into the garden, then looked up, changed her mind and went back in. They must have got those pictures somehow, she thought.

As she walked in, the phone rang.

“Wow, mum!”, her daughter said. “I never knew you were into that sort of thing. You look amazing!”

“What on earth are you talking about, Vicky?”, she asked.

“The pictures on Facebook”, she said. “Er… You’re really hot, you know?”

“Vicky!”, Michelle squawked. “That’s the last thing you should be calling your mum. Anyway, I haven’t posted any pictures…”

“But they’re you!”, said Vicky. “Have a look. They’re on your Facebook page.”

In shock, now, Michelle said she’d call Vicky back, and she went on to Facebook. The photos online were similar to the ones she had been posted; it was the transparent top and skirt that really shocked her. They made the skin-coloured bra and knickers almost invisible and left nothing to the imagination…!

With a shriek, Michelle dropped her phone. She then picked it up again and called the police…

The officer that eventually answered the phone, Andy, was very helpful; he said he’d look into it straight away and strongly advised her not to open any links or give out any personal information to anybody. He was also interested in the info about the modelling agency and said he would call them and find out what they had received.

To Michelle’s surprise, he phoned back almost straight away.

“I’ve been talking to the agency”, Andy said. “They’ve got a handwritten application from you for a modelling job; they said it was unusual, but you said in the letter that you were uncomfortable with Social Media or email and preferred to do things old school.”

Michelle said that was true about her, but she hadn’t written the letter!

 Andy said the agency had emailed over a copy of the letter, if he came round with it, would she have a look at it, to see if she recognised the writing? Michelle agreed, and Andy said he would be round that afternoon.

Michelle thanked him and then, after the call ended, tried to get on with her day as much as she could.

Shortly, there was a knock at the door.

Michelle thought Andy had arrived early, so she opened it. However, it was a delivery driver with a parcel bag for her.

Michelle thanked him, took it in, then after the driver had left, opened it.

A hooded full body latex catsuit fell out. Also, a gag. Padlocks were also included, for the zip on the catsuit and the buckle on the gag…

Michelle just collapsed in a heap, staring at the package…

When Andy turned up, he found her sobbing in the hall.

Michelle just silently handed him the package, with all the bits back in it.

“Who’s doing this to me…?”, she wailed.

Andy managed to use his laptop to access the tracking codes and found the company that the suit had been ordered from. After further investigation, he turned to Michelle…

“According to the records, you ordered the suit a week ago”, he said. “You were happy because they had your size in stock, as you always find it difficult to buy your size online…”

“That’s true”, said Michelle. “At the same time, I didn’t order the damn suit!”

“It’s on your card number”, Andy said. “The receipt has been emailed to your account.”

Michelle checked her email, not that she used it regularly. There was nothing in her inbox, but in the junk mail folder she found a receipt from the company for the suit…

Checking her bank account, she saw that the money for the suit had just been taken.

“It’s almost like identity theft”, Andy said. “However, I can’t see what’s been gained from it. You’re still getting the goods that have been bought, as well as the job offers. The only thing that shows another person is involved is the fact that the photos have you in them.”

“Still, I think the best thing you can do to start with is return the suit and get your money back. At least you won’t have to write off the cash. I’ll carry on looking at whoever may gain from doing this.”

Leaving the suit on the side table, Andy left.

Michelle then spent an interesting afternoon trying to return something she had never ordered. The trouble was, she didn’t know the password for the site because, as far as she was concerned, she had never set the account up in the first place.

Trying one of her ‘usual’ passwords, she was amazed as she signed straight in…

It only took a few minutes to organise the return; Michelle quickly printed the label, wrapped the parcel back up, and dropped down to the post office and sent it off.

The weird post continued…

More modelling agencies wrote with job offers; a parcel arrived containing a black, full-length hooded cape with locking fasteners at the front. Another version of the original catsuit also turned up again, still with the gag. A full set of chains also turned up, in stainless steel.

This time, all the items had been paid for by one of the modelling agencies, supposedly at her request…

Michelle was rapidly ‘losing it’, now; she was afraid to go out and now wouldn’t answer the phone or the door.

When the front door opened on it’s own, she nearly fainted with shock…

The tall, statuesque woman looked down her nose at Michelle.

“So, I’m supposed to teach you, am I?”, she said.

“Who are you? What are you doing here? How did you get in?”, Michelle babbled.

“You sent me the key, dear”, the woman replied. “as well as the keys to your padlocks. It’s me, Marica. We’ve been chatting online for weeks. You said you’d had enough of being normal and told me to start your training. You also told me not to listen to anything you said, and to get straight on with it.”

Before Michelle knew what was happening, Marica grabbed her and stripped her naked. Michelle just had time to shriek “No, Wait…!”, before Marica started forcing her into the suit.

“You told me you like it rough…”, Marica said, yanking up the zip and locking it.

Michelle whimpered as Marica fastened the gag and locked that as well. She chained Michelle up, then dressed her in the cape and locked it shut.

“There.”, said Marica. “Now a bit of training, then we go for your model shoot.”

Marica pushed Michelle out of the front door and locked it behind her…