Claire spent the night in her new uniform, curled up in Max’s bed.
She was loving every minute of it. Max was treating her as a beloved pet, looking after her, doing everything for her. The sex wasn’t bad, either…
As soon as Max unfastened the shield between her legs, Claire got wet. Max wasn’t controlling her orgasms at all during sex, unlike last time she had been with him; he just kept her locked up and plugged between sessions…
She dug her gloved hands into Max’s back as he pushed himself in and out of her, moaning into her gag. To her amazement, once she had orgasmed, Max undid her gag and kissed her full on the lips.
“I love you”, he said, simply. “You know that don’t you?”
“Of course,”, she replied. “You’re not so bad yourself…!”
Max then surprised her again. He screwed the daylights out of her while she was ungagged, knowing that Claire was a bit of a ‘screamer’…
When his ears had stopped ringing, Max laid back in bed.
“Now I remember why I bought you your first gag”, he said, with a smile.
“Sorry…”, Claire said, sheepishly. “You do know if the sex had been this good, and just you, last time, I’d never have left you, don’t you?”
“How long have you been free from control?”, Max suddenly asked, staring suspiciously at Claire.
“Come on, darling”, Claire replied. “Do you think this is anything that I didn’t want? I needed someone to fuck my brains out, and you came along at just the right time.”
She leaned over to the bedside table, picked something up, and put it in Max’s hand.
“I’ve had the spare key to these all along”, she said, giving him the padlocks from her suit. “I’m not yours this time. You are mine…!”
“Slave 2, initiate shutdown”, she said. Against his will, Max fell asleep…
Claire leaned past him and picked up the mobile.
“This is Ms Christianson. Special delivery, code Alpha One, please. Oh, and make it in pink…!”
Shortly, there was a knock at the door.
“Courier!”, came the voice.
Claire answered the door, still in full uniform.
She smiled at the young man standing there, who gulped.
He then handed over a box. “Sign here, please…”
“Of course, darling”, said Claire, with a giggle.
The man gulped again, looking at Claire. Claire got him to blush by brushing his hand with her gloved one as she handed the pen back…
Waving goodbye to the courier, who went redder than his uniform, Claire closed the door. She first checked the boxes contents, then went back over to the bed.
“Slave 2, activate. Strip naked, then take uniform from the box in the lounge and dress in it. All of it.”
Max got up, stripped and went into the lounge. He took everything out of the box, spread it out, then started dressing. It took him a while because he, unlike Claire, wasn’t used to wearing latex.
Shortly, he had finished and just stood there waiting for further instructions.
Claire went in and inspected him, fully.
He was now wearing an almost identical outfit to Claire, only in pink. The massive, expanded breasts stuck out far from his chest; they were almost causing him to overbalance (and would have, if they were real (which they soon would be)). There was a small bump at his crotch where his penis was locked away, and he was also wearing a penis shaped panel gag. Unlike Claire’s outfit, however, his was firmly locked on. The collar had the message ‘SISSY BOI’ on it, in rhinestones, and he had a fake blonde ponytail coming out of the top of the hood. He had fitted the two-foot chain between the ballet boots that he was now wearing and precariously balancing in, and one of the ball mitts.
Feeding the short chain between the ball mitts through a loop on the belt locked over his corset, Claire fastened the other ball mitt on, and locked it, attaching the chain. Deciding she wanted a bit of fun, she then stood back.
“Slave 2, release 60s”, she said. This would give Max control back for 60 seconds.
Max suddenly became aware, completely disoriented. He almost fell over because of the ballet boots, screaming into his gag. Claire just stood back and laughed at him…
A minute later, Slave 2 was ready to serve…