Between Shadows and Chains II

The door creaked open in front of a confused and agitated Bianca. The call was hung up as she admired the latex girl standing before her. The young woman, wearing latex from head to toe, had only three holes: one for each eye and an extra for her mouth. She was tall and slender, the fabric of her ensemble revealing her large breasts and well-erected nipples. She moved to one side and signaled to Bianca to enter. She closed the door behind them and stepped forward, marking their pace. -What is your name? The woman's voice sounded more grave than Bianca expected. -Bi...Bianca she coughed before responding, struggling to articulate words. -No. She replied seriously. The name my master assigned to you. Bianca doubted. Her lips moistened and her nervous hands moved. -Sami. She said in a low voice, almost inaudible. So much so that if it weren't for the complete silence of the hallway, the woman walking ahead of her wouldn't have heard it. The sound of a small laugh indicated she had been heard. Shame rose to her cheeks and fell to her legs. -Welcome. They traversed the long dark hallway, one in front of the other, in complete silence. Sami was behind, concentrating on the dancing woman's latex-clad body before her, trying to lower her tension and body temperature. -We're here. The end of the hallway seemed to be marked by a faint red light; barely marking the end of their path. Along the hallway, Sami hadn't seen doors or exits leading to other rooms. This was the first. Her heart galloped in her chest. She felt a jolt between her legs and her legs began to moisten once more. The woman opened the door and let Sami enter. The room was sparse with furniture; only a large bed that could fit six people, with a red leather-covered mattress and a wooden trunk at its feet. The dark wood floor and smooth walls, red color, only one of them, with a mirror that covered it. The door closed and Sami was alone in the room. She walked back and forth in it, from side to side. She observed herself in the mirror and could see the redness of her cheeks and how dilated her eyes were. A buzzing ran through her insides once more. But this time it was stronger than the one that had brought her here. Her legs trembled but she couldn't hold on anymore. She fell to her knees on the floor. Her breathing was agitated. She leaned a hand against the mirror and with the other covered her mouth, stifling a scream; which sounded like a moan, behind her hand. Her nipples hurt and were escaping from the lace of her blouse. A stronger impulse than she took her hand to her between her legs and back to her breasts, every time she remembered the order not to touch herself that had been given to her. The importance and excitement made her sweat. Her neck, face, and breasts were wet with sweat. How could she, got up. But her legs didn't resist, not even a single step and fell to her knees on the floor again. Crawled to the bed, excited and agitated. She couldn't get up and gave in on the floor.