Clearing House

By GreyRose

Karen sorted though the work orders, looking to find a lot stored in

one of the outer buildings. It didn't take long as there was always

more things to be cataloged than there were people to count them. In

fact she found several of them, all in the same building. Taking them

all she walked out of the office and down the hall shuffling through

the papers.

Even though it was late Friday afternoon no one had a problem with

her just getting started now. After all this was a non-profit clearing

house, everyone worked for minimum wage if they got anything at all.

And nobody argued with any time that anyone was willing to pull.

Karen worked here because she was always finding all kinds of neat

stuff. Frequently she ran across things that her friends in various

theatrical prop departments were looking for. But her favorite reason

she liked working here was that there were always clothes to find. She

was always on the look out for interesting new things, almost half her

wardrobe was from finds she made here. Though some may have suspected,

she hoped that no one knew for sure that she always tried on anything

that interested her. It was one of the reasons that she preferred to

sort lots that were not in the main building.

Since she had just broke up with her latest boyfriend, she did not

feel like staying at home and getting all depressed with her friends

efforts to cheer her up. And she really did't want any of the guys

that worked here to find out that she was between boyfriends again.

For some reason that made them even crazier to get their hands on her

38C-24-35 figure.

At least this way she could stay busy for hours and actually get

something good accomplished with her time.

Stepping outside she took her light brown hair in hand, the breeze

trying to blow loose strands into her face. Karen quickly made her way

to the building that her lots were stored in. Seeing that the lock was

in place on the outer door, she smiled. That meant that she was the

only one working inside, so she could try on anything she found with

no worry about being watched.

Quickly opening the lock, she entered the building and turned on the

hall lights. Originally this building had been used as offices and so

the building was broken up into lots of rooms, most of them larger ones

for groups of steno's or ranks of filing cabinets. Now it was used for

the lots made up of easily carried box's and furniture.

Checking her paperwork again, Karen found there was a lot stored here

on the first floor. She decided to start with that and work her way up

the building from there.

Looking over the information of the previous owner, she found out that

this lot had been owned by an unmarried man in his 30's. For an

unspecified reason all of his household property had been ceased and

sold. This was the portion that has been bought by the House, sight

unseen. Her job was to sort and catalogue everything, so that the

appraisers could assign individual values.

Doubting that there would be any outfits a man would have that she

would want Karen almost passed on this lot. But by the time she had

the thought she was standing outside the room. With a sigh, Karen

opened the door and entered.

Inside she saw that this must have been a bedroom suite, as there were

several free standing wardrobes, a number of trunks, a full length

mirror, and a large wooden bed frame and mattress, with assorted

smaller boxes.

Starting with the largest items Karen, listed and described the bed

set, the wardrobes, and the trunks. Then she opened the first wardrobe

and stopped stunned. Inside she found that it was packed with clothes,

woman's clothes, woman's latex clothes. She saw a number of styles in

several different colors, black and red being the most frequent.

Taking her time she took and laid out most of the items on top of the

chests and box's. The dresses, and skirts ran from micro-mini's to

floor length, most had very narrow lines but a few were the same

patterns as could be found on the street. The tops ran from skin tight

pullovers to flowing long sleeved fancy dress.

Karen had taken her time with many of the items, holding them up

against her body and imagining herself wearing each one. She took a

quick look in the rest of the wardrobe and discovered on the shelf

above several hats of latex, as well as a few things she thought were

caps or hoods but she wasn't too sure. In the drawers below were a

selection of latex lingerie; bra's, panties, stockings, garterbelts and

more. Also she found some talcum powder and some oils, that she

thought might be used to make it easier to wear the rubber clothes.

Quickly she went to the next wardrobe and opened it to discover that it

held men's clothes, pants and shirts mostly, all latex. With boots and

gloves as well. Realizing that these accessory's were missing from the

woman's set, she moved on to the largest trunk. In this she found a

large selection of gloves, shoes and boots, but there were also a

number of body suits, also made of rubber. Berried under everything

else was a box, it filled up the entire bottom of the trunk.

Taking it out and opening it, Karen was amazed to discover what looked

like a partial woman mannequin made of rigid red latex. The face held

the expression of a woman in the throws of orgasm, with her mouth

partially open. Karen could see the hollow inside the mouth was sealed,

but the nose had openings in the nostrils. Also there was nothing

filling the eye sockets, just open spaces. The arms and legs which

ended just before the elbow and knee were also open, confirming that

the inside of the mannequin was hollow.

Karen could see that the head was designed to move from side to side,

but not up or down. Lower down she could see that the body could be

bent at the hips, but not turned to the sides. The waist was wasp

shaped, as if the woman had a spectacularly narrow waist or perhaps was

wearing a corset. The arms and legs, such as they were could also be

moved, but only to the front and back. It looked as if the rubber

figure was incomplete, the creator having stopped before finishing.

Looking at the incomplete figure gave her a strange tingly kind of

feeling. Karen couldn't quite figure out what it was, but she wanted

to keep an eye on it. So she 'posed' it so that it was braced up

against some box's, as if it were sitting there watching her. As she

moved each part there was a series of soft clicks, and each piece

stayed just where she posed it.

She spent the next little while posing and preening before the mirrors

asking the figure what it thought of each item she held up.

Karen was so wrapped up in trying to decide what to try on first that

she turned and half seriously asked, "Well my silent friend, I'm just

not sure which to try first. What would you suggest?"

"I would recommend anything in red, my dear."

The female voice caught Karen completely by surprise. Turning she

first stared at the latex mannequin, before seeing movement behind it

near the door.

Looking more closely, Karen could see a tall familiar looking woman

with long black hair standing near the door. "I'm sorry, did I

frighten you? I was told that there was someone here that could help

me," the woman said.

Having regained her breath, Karen replied, "Yes, I'm afraid that you

did give me something of a fright. I hadn't heard you come down the

hall. What is it I'm supposed to help with?"

The woman moved further into the room, looking over the 'explosion' of

latex apparel. "I was talking with the manager in the main building, a

Mr. ..." the woman's voice trailed off questioningly.

"Mr. Dalmon?" Karen offered.

"Yes... Dalmon. I left my lawyers papers with him, and he said that

there was someone here to help me while he takes care of the paperwork

back there."

Holding a rubber dress behind her, as if to hide what she had been

doing, Karen asked, "And what is it you need help with, exactly?"

"Oh, I'm here to reclaim my property. It seems that when the creditors

cleared out my boyfriends apartment, they took my property and sold it

along with his. I've been having a dreadful time, what with trying to

track down where each parcel of the goods have gone to and finding my

things amongst them."

Karen understood just how challenging such an endeavor could be, having

seen how quickly lots could be brought in and either broken up or sold

entire. "Well, whatever I can do, just ask and I will do what I can to

help."

The woman smiled at Karen's words, "My dear you have already started by

opening this building... I mean for being here in this room. You see

these are my things that you were playing with!"

"Oops, I'm sorry! It's just that all these things just looked so..."

Karen's voice drifted off in embarrassment.

Coming forward the woman placed a hand about Karen's shoulders, "My

dear please don't feel badly about enjoying my collection! I take it

as a compliment that you are so fascinated by it!"

Leaning in and whispering, "In fact, after I get changed into something

special, its just been too long since I've worn any rubber! After I've

changed, with your help I hope, we'll find something for you to wear.

Please say that you'll help me? It's just so much easier and more fun

when there's someone sharing in the pleasure."

Karen was somewhat overwhelmed by this woman's presence and the offer

to share in some dress-up was more than she could say no to. Karen was

so intrigued by the woman's story and offer that she completely forgot

to ask the woman's name. So she helped the woman select a number of

items and laid them out as the woman undressed.

First spreading talc over the woman's skin, Karen noticed that they

were both of a height and build. Though where she was fair of skin and

hair this woman was dark, with long raven tresses and darkly tanned

skin.

First the woman wanted a pair of panties, ones that had built in

dildo's for both openings. After liberally dousing each probe with

lubricant she pulled the panties home with a shudder. "Ooooooo, it's

just been too long! Quickly help me into this body suit!"

Obeying the snapped command, Karen held and pulled and zipped as the

woman directed. The whole time staring at the woman's features, sure

that she had seen them someplace. Such was her fascination with the

woman and the clothing, Karen completely missed how turned on she was

becoming.

In what felt like a blink of the eye, the woman was now fully dressed.

The black latex body suit covered everything from the neck down even

her hands and feet. On top of this was a pair of thigh high red latex

boots, a red latex corset, long gloves and a tall collar all in red

latex.

Over all of this the woman draped a flowing hooded robe, watching Karen

intently. "Now my dear we need to pick out some things for you."

Karen met the woman's gaze and felt herself captured by the strength

and authority radiating from the latex garbed figure before her.

Without a word spoken, Karen quickly removed her talc covered clothes.

She stood silent and unmoving as the woman paced about her nude form.

As the woman passed behind her, Karen's gaze fell upon the mannequin.

Suddenly she understood, the face of the mannequin was the same as that

of the woman. She must have moved or made a sound, because the woman

leaned over her shoulder and said, "So you recognized my alter ego?"

Moving over to the mannequin, "My boyfriend was many things, and some

of them were an artist and a craftsman. He made this shell for me and

I would wear it at parties and about the house for him. I can't tell

you how many times I've cum while wearing it!"

Karen stared from one to the other, "You wore this... this... " Her

voice drifted off as she tried to understand what it would feel like to

be encased in the mannequin shell. Turned into an object, a thing, a

toy.

Watching Karen's expression as her mind worked and churned. "Ah I do

believe that we have found the thing for you!"

Once again time blurred for Karen, she quickly found herself wearing a

red latex body suit. While this suit had fillers for both of her lower

entries there was something different about them, but they were shoved

into her so fast that she had no time to see how.

With the suit sealed, the Mannequin shell was opened and piece by piece

attached to her body. Karen stood immobile and silent as the woman

changed her from a woman into a Mannequin. The final piece was the

head, this the woman opened and carried over to Karen. She adjusted

the mouth filler and then held it up to Karen's face. What she had

thought was a rigid globe was now a soft mass that easily fit into her

mouth.

With very little adjusting the head of the mannequin settled home about

Karen's head. She found that she could breath easily and that her

hearing was also clear, though she had not seen any openings at the

ears. With a final click she was now Mannequin.

The woman slowly moved to stand before the newly minted Mannequin. She

carefully stroked and caressed every inch of the red latex skin. Making

some final adjustments here and there, Mannequin could feel a

tremendous charge building within her. Finally the woman took

Mannequins face in both her hands and gave her a long deep passionate

kiss. Mannequin felt the mass in her mouth become rigid and expand,

forcing her mouth open, as if she were in the throws of an orgasm.

Suddenly with a power she had never felt in her old life Mannequin

came hard and long. She shuddered, quaked and spasimed and would have

fallen had it not been for her Mistresses arms about her. Slowly she

came back to the world about her, blasted clean of all that she had

been before.

She stood unmoving, unnamed, awaiting some persons will to move her, to

give her purpose. The woman, her Mistress, gently took her by the

shoulders and guided her to a place before the mirror.

There stood a promise fulfilled, where before had been just the start

of a mannequin, here was one complete. She could see that there were

join marks at her wrists, elbows, shoulders, neck, waist. And bending

forward with soft ratcheting sounds she could see them also at her

knees and ankles.

Straightening again, Mannequin stood and watched as Mistress dressed

her in a tight black latex mini dress. Also added were a pair of black

stiletto heeled shoes, a white lace apron, white lace gloves, and a

black haired wig with a maids cap pinned to it.

After a final inspection Mistress spoke, "Now Maid I expect you to get

my things ready for travel. Fold them and put them into the suitcases

and boxes that I will bring in." And then Mistress strode from the

room.

Moving slowly at first, Maid began to prepare all the latex as her

Mistress ordered. Quickly the two women had every latex item from the

wardrobes and chests ready, as well as a large number of items from the

boxes that littered the room.

Maid found that she could not move as quickly as Mistress could, her

shuffling step no match for Mistresses powerful stride. But she could

tell that this disparity did not upset her Mistress. So as she slowly

carried items down the hall the Mistress carried others past her and

placed them into a waiting van.

Maid had not noticed that her talc covered clothing had been boxed

along with all the latex items. All during the loading of the van,

Maid had been dreading the time when they would be finished and that

she would have to change back into Karen.

The last box having been placed into the cargo bed, Maid looked in and

saw a small area still empty. Even as she wondered why Mistress had

packed the truck this way, there was a solid click at the back of her

neck. Maid found herself unable to move, at least those parts that

were covered by the rigid latex.

Before she could grasp what was going on, Mistress pushed Maid down

into the bed of the van. Taking some items from the last box loaded,

Maid's hands and feet were pulled back and locked together.

"My dear, dear, Maid, having seen you wearing that mannequin skin there

is no way that I could ever do without you. I decided that I simply

must have you with me forever."

"Oh I know that you may have had a life that you might want to return

to but that's all gone now. All you are is Maid, or whatever I decide

to redress you as. Perhaps tomorrow you will be Nurse, or Cook, but

you will always be mine!"

"And have no fears about you getting away from me if I were to remove

the Mannequin shell from you. You see there are ways to get food in to

you and there are ways to let such things out without removing

anything. Did I forget to tell you that I usually wore it for weeks at

a time?"

Mistress started to turn away, "Oh and don't think that anyone else

knows that I'm here. It took me weeks to follow the paper trail that

led me here. I've been waiting days for someone to open this building

so that I could search for my things. It must have been fate that led

you to open not only this place but also find my things straight off!"

"Hmmm, now that I think on it, Maid should be rewarded for her good

behavior." Mistress reached under the skirt of Maid and groping the

crotch of the helpless Mannequin. The pressing of a button triggers

the vibrator locked into Maid's love channel, causing her to tremble

as the sensations mount.

With a few items tucked about Maids form, Mistress closed the doors and

drove the van away. Maid was completely oblivious as she was rocked

by wave after wave of orgasm.

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End of this story.

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