Betty's Travels

by GreyRose

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Big City

The wipers beat double time to push the rain aside, Betty peered

through the windshield trying to find her way. Not for the first time

she regretted taking that turn off, but she had been sure that was the

one that would get her to that gas station. The noise under the hood

was getting worse and worse and she had less and less hope of finding

a phone let alone someplace to get help with her car.

When the engine finally gave out Betty was able to get it over to the

curb. Looking out the windows all she could see through the rain were

deserted streets and buildings that went into the clouds.

'Wait, is that a light..? Yes! Somebody's still open!' Betty thought

to herself. Gathering up her purse and coat, she jumped out and ran

for the store. Before she managed 10 steps, she was soaked to the

skin. By the time she reached the door, a block away, water oozed out

of her clothes.

The door chimed as she entered. Intent on leaving as much water

outside as possible, it was the voice that caused her to look up.

Betty froze, before her was the most bizarre figure she had ever seen.

The figure, a woman's, was gleaming red, white, and black. Suspended

and spread arms and legs wide apart by chrome chains. Betty traced the

shiny chain from the ceiling and floor to the wrists and ankles,

attached to thick black cuffs. On the wrists were thin red latex

gloves that went to the elbow. The feet up to the knee were covered in

red latex boots, but what boots! These must have come from a dancers

nightmare, all toe and heels at least 9 inches long! From there the

arms and legs were covered in pure white latex that looked sprayed on.

About the waist was a crushingly tight red latex corset, the boning

outlined in black. Above this the swell of her chest and nipples

strained the white material, topped by the collar. The collar was a

smaller version of the corset, red and black latex, holding the head up

and rigid. But it was the head that held Betty's fascination. There

were features under the white latex, but none could be seen since the

material covered all.

Betty did not know how long she stared, but it was the voice that broke

her daze. "... I said Can I help you?" Betty turned and was again

lost, stunned by what she saw. The woman talking to her was wearing a

black latex bustier that left her midrift bare, a red collar with

spikes with cuffs to match, and gloves that ran all the way to her

shoulder. The lower parts were hidden behind the counter, but the

woman towered over Betty's 5'8". Her blond hair pulled up in an

elegant style.

"Wha.. Oh yes, can I use your phone? My car broke down just down the

street," Betty replied.

The woman's eyes opened wide, "I'm sure the story of how you broke down

in this area is a long one." Smiling and placing the phone and yellow

pages on the counter, "Here's the phone. Let me take your coat before

you drip all over the book." Coming around the counter Betty could now

see that below her waist the woman was wearing a long red latex skirt

that split at the waist exposing a spike studded crotch framed by

black boots that rose up to the top of her thighs, with lacing matching

the skirt. The boots had heels that must have been 6" long.

As Betty started calling tow truck services the woman took her dripping

coat into the back. She returned with a large towel and draped it over

Betty's shoulders. Betty tried a number of places and was told by each

that due to the weather there would be at least a 3 to 4 hour wait.

While she listened to Betty's futile calls, the woman took a mop and

dried the floor.

Time after time Betty was put on hold and had time to look over the

store she was in. Everywhere there was latex of every shape and form.

There were straps in all colors and sizes and in tangles that made it

impossible to guess what they were for. And there were clothes!

Lingerie that was much the same as what she had modeled for stores back

home, except for the material. Then there was everything else corsets

and boots and gloves, and skin tight catsuits like the hanging figure

wore. And there were lots more that Betty would not even try to

describe.

Betty had always enjoyed dressing for pleasure, but had never even

imagined this. To herself she did admit that wearing such things as

these could very easily be a pleasure.

On top of all the excitement she felt for the clothes, there was all

the bondage.. stuff. Betty could see a display that had a wide

selection of locks, many sizes and shapes for all kinds of strange

places and purposes. Betty had never been more than lightly bound in

some games with lovers and had enjoyed them, but this was a dimension

that she had never even imagined.

Her musings were interrupted by the woman. "Any luck?"

"No, they all say that it will be after midnight before they will have

time to come out this way," Betty replied, suppressing a shiver.

Frowning, the woman said, "Well if it's going to be that long we need

to get you out of those wet clothes. Come into the back, there's a

better place for you to drip on than my good floor!"

As they went into the back Betty could see a bathroom with a shower,

where her coat was already hanging. "Sometimes after a fitting a shower

is needed to clean off. Here is another towel, hang your clothes up in

there and I will get something for you to wear."

Betty gladly removed all her wet clothing, and by the time she had her

hair wrapped, the woman was back.

Having something red and slithery draped over her left arm the woman

said, "By the way my name is Nika, Mistress Nika." As she held out the

garment, Betty could see that it was a full length, something.

"Betty, call me Betty." As Nika held it open, Betty put her feet in

through the zipper that ran up the back, from around her mid thigh all

the way to the top of a high collar. She noticed that the sleeves had

gloves built in, and that the bottom was closed off. As she seated her

hands and adjusted the front, Nika started zipping it closed. It was

then that the tightness, forcing her thighs tightly together and

continuing up over her hips, slimming her waist and emphasizing her

bust, became so noticeable. It so felt like being wrapped from head to

toe in a lovers embrace, she almost moaned with delight.

"Well when you first came in, you looked like something even the

proverbial cat would throw out, but you do clean up fine!" Nika moved

over to a mirror and adjusted it so that Betty could see herself.

Whoever it was in the mirror was stunning! Betty knew she looked good

but in this gown, she could make most men come in their pants without

even trying. She let her hair down, no longer dripping, and saw how her

dark tresses were well matched by the red of the gown.

Betty tried a couple of glamour poses, but as she started to step, she

was caught short by the closed off bottom. Nika caught her and the two

of them laughed. "Careful, walking in a hobble skirt is an art."

"Now you tell me," chuckled Betty. She tried another step, then another

quickly getting her balance and stride. As she became more comfortable

she felt more and more the arousing properties of the latex and the

tightness of the gown. Her breathing deepened and her nipples became

hard knots pushing against the tightly stretched latex.

Her practiced eye taking in all the details, Mistress Nika said, "Hmm

how do I know that your not going to go dashing out the door with my

expensive inventory?" When Betty turned, she saw a mischievous grin on

the lips of the other woman.

Suddenly feeling like going along with whatever else this evening

brought to her, Betty smiled back. "And what do you think you could do

to stop me?" she challenged. "Do you think to put me where that other

woman is hanging?"

Glancing to the front area, Mistress Nika chuckled and said, "No

nothing so elaborate... yet. Just something to keep you from grabbing

things you shouldn't." She then sauntered over to a wide belt with some

wider pieces on it, all of it black with numerous silver buckles.

Betty started to follow and met Nika part way. Nika stood behind Betty

and reached around her waist and buckled 3 small straps, closing the

belt tightly around Betty's waist. She then pulled Betty's arms behind

her and wrapped the fingers of each hand around the other arms elbow.

Betty could then feel the wider bands being wrapped and strapped over

her forearms. In just seconds her hands were completely useless and her

breasts were thrust further out than Betty felt they ever needed to be.

First with a twist of the wrist, going on up the arm and finally the

shoulders, Betty tested her predicament. As she twisted the latex slid

and slithered over her breasts, exciting her nipples to levels she had

never felt before!

As she struggled, "Hey no fair! I was just getting the hang of walking

and you do this." Betty grumped playfully.

Mistress Nika, smiled back and said, "You'll do fine. You learned how

to do it with arms so fast, I doubt that this will present any problems

for you. Now stay out of mischief while I go make some calls." With

that Nika strode to the front counter, leaving Betty to inch her way

around the store as best she could.

As Betty made her slow way around the store she questioned her actions

since she stepped into the store. She was acting like she was drunk!

She decided that it must be the stress of leaving her home town, the

long drive, the rain and finally the breakdown itself. After all that

she is suddenly presented with something exotic and new, something to

have fun with. Maybe the last bit of fun for quite a while, depending

on how fast she could find a job.

Suddenly Mistress Nika's voice rose, "..but you were... Oh no, not you

too! .... This storm is...." As Betty moved to the far side of the

suspended woman, Nika's conversation regained its privacy. Buzzing from

all of the excitement, Betty took a close look at the midair 'display'.

She was fascinated by the tightness of the material and the idea of

reducing a grown woman, a person, to an immobile thing. Just as she was

realizing that the figure was not breathing, Nika spoke from behind

her. "Do you like it? I try to put something artistic here. I think it

gives the shop a better feel than just another display stand."

Betty was startled and tried to flail her arms to regain her balance,

but their lack threw her further off balance. Mistress Nika caught her,

and helped Betty regain her balance. "God you startled me! Wait, she's

not breathing! We've got to do something!" Betty exclaimed.

"Hold on. Hold on. Relax, you should be more worried if she did start

breathing. This is a mannequin. I use her when I can't get a live model

to pose here." Mistress Nika explained.

"Oh, I had just realized that I could not see where she was getting air

to breath and I could not see any movement at all. Then I guess I

started to think how helpless I...." Betty blushed with embarrassment.

Shaking her head, "No, anyone I put in that kind of bind will get a lot

more attention than Monique's been getting today. Besides there are

holes for breathing through the nose, it's just with this lighting you

almost have to be in her nose to see them."

Mistress Nika looks Betty for a long moment, thinking. Then, "Betty, I

need to ask you something. I have been expecting one of my models to

arrive, and I finally talked with her. You're not the only one this

weather has stopped." (Sigh) "I have a big client coming in later, and

the model was supposed to help me demonstrate some clothing and

accessories. Without a model I might still make the sale, but having

someone to actually try things out on would make the customer much

happier. I've noticed that you move very well, and that you have the

looks to be a model. Do you think that I could talk you into doing this

for me?"

Betty had been feeling apprehensive during that long searching look.

But as Nika went on she could feel her excitement and interest rising.

A sudden case of wariness struck her as she suddenly realized exactly

how helpless she was before this powerful woman. If Mistress Nika

decided that Betty was going to help, there was nothing Betty could do

to change that.

Shaking off a feeling of foreboding, Betty thought about the offer.

"I'm not sure what it is that you need me to do, and I do have to worry

about my car..."

"Well as for what you would do, think of yourself as a Barbie doll and

the customer or myself get to play dress up with you. You just do or

wear or stand or bend or whatever it is we tell you to do. As for your

car... hmmm How about this, I was going to offer you the same pay

that Bobby, the girl that was supposed to be here, was going to be

paid, and I'll throw in a place to stay for the next week. If you work

out tonight maybe we can arrange for you to do some more modeling. If

I don't need it I know of numbers of people that could offer you

something. I don't think that I can offer much more than that."

Betty thought it over, tonight would probably be at least a couple of

hours, and at even normal modeling pay that would go a long way. And

throwing in a place to stay so she could wait till tomorrow to deal

with the car sounded even better. The offer of money now and the

savings of not having to pay for a place to sleep for a week were

really enticing, but it was the smell of the latex that decided her.

The aroma was so totally filling the store that it was hard to realize

what it was. But having worn the gown long enough for her body to warm

it up and the warm, spicy scent got her head spinning. The thought of

trying on more and different things of this exotic, erotic pleasure

stuff brought out a shiver of anticipation.

"I'm probably certifiable for agreeing but I'll do it. What do I need

to do to get ready?"

A look of relief swept over Mistress Nika's face, "Well first we make

sure that you understand that everything in this store relates in some

way to sex. Stimulation, pleasure, gratification, anything and every

part of the body is involved." Betty nods her understanding.

If you have any problems with your body being seen or handled by a man

that you have never met bothers you then we stop right now. If you are

claustrophobic or have any other issues that I need to know about tell

me now. If you have any problem with my touching your pussy or ass,

tell me now." With each statement Betty indicated for Nika to continue

but was feeling more and more swept away by Mistress Nika's growing air

of command.

"Fine then, what we do is get you changed and then straighten the store

up." As she said this Nika leads Betty toward the back. As she takes

Betty out of the belt and gown, Nika starts telling Betty about the

store and its product. "This store sells almost exclusively latex.

While I can get almost any leather item wanted I don't carry them. I

do design and create my own garments and bondage equipment. I've been

open for almost a year now and a major payment is due to my backer. I

desperately need this contract tonight. Our customer is the master of

a large dungeon, and he is looking to make me his primary supplier of

latex gear. If I get his check tonight I will be in time to avoid a

rather stringent penalty for late payment to my backer."

As Mistress Nika continues to tell Betty about the store and what's

going on tonight, they dress Betty. First a white latex corset that

runs from her hips to a partial lift for her 38C breasts. This lifted

them into proud round globes of enticing flesh. Nika attached the

laces to a winch and goes to gather the remaining items.

Upon returning with the rest of Betty's attire, Nika stops the winch

and hands Betty some gloves. "Take some breaths and wiggle a little, to

help settle your body to the corset. As you do that put some talc on

your arms before you put the gloves on. I'll talc your legs for the

stockings." The gloves and stockings were a matching set in blue. The

hands and feet were solid with a net pattern above the wrists & ankles.

They went all the way up, gloves to the shoulder, the stockings to the

crotch.

Next Nika laced a pair of white ankle boots with 6" heels onto Betty's

feet. Pulling the feet a little further apart, Nika strapped them down

saying, "You're going to need some anchoring for the remaining lacing."

Betty just nodded her head and concentrated on breathing and balancing.

Before turning the winch back on Mistress Nika takes Betty's hands and

straps them to the bar directly in front of her. After the winch is

running smoothly Nika starts brushing Betty's hair. "Hmm you have

lovely hair, I think I know just what I want to do with it. I'll just

have to change one little thing." Stepping to the pile of remaining

items Nika takes some straps back to the wall and returns with another

harness and some locks.

"Any last words? After this all you will be is my playtoy." Seeing

the twinkle in Mistress Nika's eyes reassured Betty.

Feeling totally swept away by everything, Betty could not trust herself

to speak. She just shook her head and studied the harness, noticing

that it matched the blue of the gloves and stockings, trying to

understand where it would go.

"Very well slave and now to continue." Taking the large cupped part in

one hand, and pulling Betty's chin down, inserted a small looking empty

sack into Betty's mouth. The cupped section covered Betty's face from

the eyes down, with an opening letting the nose poke through. Straps

ran from the top over her head, and from the sides around below her

ears. Betty could feel Nika buckling them together just at the base of

her skull.

Mistress Nika then started working Betty's hair over and around the

harness straps. After stopping the winch and tying off the laceing's,

she readjusted the head harness straps tighter, finally securing them

with two small locks. "Is that too tight? Since we don't know how long

you'll be wearing this we don't want you to get a headache from it."

Moving her head a bit Betty nodded and gave a muffled "s'ok". Mistress

Nika then returned to working Betty's hair, braiding the hair over and

concealing the locks and buckles.

"There that looks wonderful, it actually looks like the harness is

formed onto your head. And this color matches your eyes beautifully.

But you were able to make way too much noise when you answered me, so

lets fix that right now." Taking a small round object with a short

hose attached, Nika secured it below Betty's left cheek and started

squeezing it. As she did that, the sack in Betty's mouth grew. Not

expecting this Betty tried to say something, but her sounds grew

smaller and fainter the larger the gag grew.

About the time that Betty felt that something had to give, Mistress

Nika stopped. "Say something, and let me know your trying!" Betty

gave out what should have been a wild yell, the "mmph" that came out

could have been covered by a mouse's squeak.

"Good, now," and pinching off Betty's nose, "breath through your mouth.

Do it!" In a growing panic Betty tried, and discovered that with effort

she could breath.

"Good, there's a tube inside the gag bladder, running out under your

right cheek. I'm glad that it works well for you, later when you're

probably going to need all the air you can get, you'll be very glad of

this."

The rest of the dressing went swiftly, Mistress Nika released Betty's

hands and feet. First handing Betty a pair of blue panties, with a

zipper on the front and some clips over the zipper. After they were in

place, Mistress Nika helped Betty into her dress, a short skirted

hobble dress in white with short sleeves and a low scooped neck line.

The cut of the bodice squeezed Betty's breasts together and made them

nearly spill out the top.

Only three items remained. The next item was a white belt that fastened

in back with two cuffs attached by short silver chains to the back. The

cuffs were buckled just above the elbows, pulling her shoulders back

and limiting the reach of her hands. Over this belt was a blue latex

apron. The final item was a 3" wide white collar. It was stiff and

made so that it slid into itself, the join point was hidden under a

silver fixture from which hung an 8" silver chain, the ring at the end

settled between her breasts. The chain was cold at first but her body

heat soon warmed it up.

Turning, carefully, to look in the mirror, Betty saw a luscious,

exotic, erotic dream of a latex maid. She noticed that in these shoes

she was the same height as Mistress Nika, and that they had almost

identical proportions. They made a stunning pair in the mirror, one

gleaming black and red, other a glossy blue and white.

Looking her new slave maid over carefully, Mistress Nika nodded her

head in satisfaction. "My dear we'll have to be careful that our

customer doesn't insist in you being part of the deal! You look

marvelous! Now lets get out there and spruce the place up! He's due

any moment!"

End of Chapter One.

Look for Chapter Two: And here's the Pitch!

to arrive as fast as time and inspiration allow.