The Room (of Mrs. Alonso) - Part1

an update of the cover, which fits more closely with Ariel's description.

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IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

Part 1 - Dressing Up

Ariel couldn't contain her curiosity, and without permission, she entered the room in the old warehouse, which the new CEO of the company had recently had renovated. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Until before the arrival of Mrs. Alonso, the new CEO of the company, that storage room had been an empty, forgotten place, full of dirt. Now it was a room out of a fetish-bondage movie. The floor was covered with parquet, which let you hear the footsteps even of Ariel's dancers. The walls were covered with red velvet, with black patterns and golden filigree.

Not suspecting that she was being watched by one of several camouflaged cameras inside the room, Ariel, instead of doing what a sensible person would do, namely leave, pushed the door open and let her curiosity get the better of her. Without Ariel noticing, as the door closed behind her, a small screen above the door lit up, startling a countdown.

The room began to smell faintly of exotic incense. A smell that the more she breathed it in, the more Ariel liked. Besides, for some reason, now with the door closed, she felt calmer, although her heart was beating fast.

She looked over the furniture that looked like something out of a medieval torture dungeon. Although at first glance the contraptions seemed harmless. Created only to keep a person restrained, which apparently could release themselves on his or her own, thanks to some buttons on the straps. Ariel was very intimidated by them, although for some reason, they made her bite her lip.

Next her attention was drawn to a dressing cabinet almost hidden behind a curtain. In it were a myriad of latex garments, high heels, drawers full of nylons and silk stockings, sex gadgets, whips, punishment rods, shackles, chains, collars and many other things. Mrs. Alonso even had her own dressing table.

Curiously Ariel picked up a pair of Louboutin shoes that looked her size, looked at the sole and saw that they were her size and couldn't resist trying them on. These 'So Kate's' were not really comfortable, but Ariel was not going to take them off until she finished exploring that place. Their twelve cm heels made her have to wiggle her ass to walk more comfortably. From time to time, her gaze went to a mirror in the dressing room and she looked at her feet. Those shiny black patent leather shoes seemed to scream at her that she deserved them.

"I love it," she said to herself, marveling at how she looked in those extravagant, rich shoes...

But each time she looked into the mirror, and her gaze went up and down on her reflection, Ariel became more aware that her office clothes were no match for those expensive heels. What's more, the more aware she was, for some reason, the more she wanted and needed to remedy that.

"Mmm," she said to herself playing with her lip thoughtfully. "And yes... I have never tried on anything made of latex... Mrs. Alonso won't be back until next Monday, nobody else knows about this place... and I don't have to use the front door to get out..."

Ariel at first resisted the temptation, the idea was too far-fetched. Where would she go dressed like that? What would they think of her if they saw her? What if someone at work recognized her? Or worse yet, what if they mistook her for a prostitute from the Star District, aka The Star Mud? So many questions piled up in her mind, which answers excited her. Then Ariel realized why she was so upset, because she was eager to face those questions.

The more she repeated all the questions to herself, the more naughty her answers became, and the more sincere, they were to her. Her gaze, full of fire and desire, rested on an area of the latex clothing and the beating of her heart and her strained breathing was the only thing that seemed to echo in that room.

"Who am I kidding," she said to herself putting her hands to the zipper of her skirt. "I want to look like one of those snooty sluts on Instagram."

Ariel undressed, then took first an anal jewel and lubricated it simply with her saliva. It wasn't her first time using one, but it was her first time, outside the privacy of her apartment.

After exhaling a moan that sensually combined pain and satisfaction, Ariel opened the pantyhose drawer and randomly grabbed some 'H-i-H Premium Crotchless', from Lascivia. She really didn't know this acronym, H-i-H, Hot and irresistibly Horny, as she couldn't afford this type of pantyhose. And even before the elastic of the pantyhose clung tightly above her waist, and the tight, constricting fabric molded her legs and buttocks, Ariel was already staining the pantyhose with her juices running down her legs.

Next, she pulled on, over the pantyhose, a pair of red latex stockings, which, surprisingly enough, stayed stretched just as Ariel pulled them tight along her legs, cinching the black latex strip almost halfway up her thigh.

Then she struggled to cover her torso with a very tight bodysuit with long sleeves. She suspected as she dressed it that she would need extra help to get it off, but that thought didn't stop her from finishing dressing it. Feeling unable to take it off by herself was making her feel like she hadn't felt since she was a teenager. Luckily, for her needs, that bodysuit came with a zipper at the crotch, which she immediately opened. .

Next she put on a see-through pencil skirt, which covered her from her hips to her ankles. Since it didn't have a zipper to make it easier to dress herself, Ariel had to cross her legs as she struggled and sweated to pull the skirt up. That was when she first noticed the magic of the addictive pleasure of the pantyhose. The friction of the skirt over the pantyhose, even where her legs were covered by the latex stockings, was bringing her close to orgasm. It was like feeling a tongue lick directly on her special spot, except, that tongue felt like fabric, the softest and most sensual she had ever felt.

With a frustrated satisfaction, Areil managed to pull up the skirt and cinch it over the bodysuit. It was very tight but comfortable, but was very difficult to walk in which gave her a pleasure of its own. Plus, she found that, the latex skirt, did not diminish the magic of the pantyhose. It even made it more intense, which made it a real pleasure to walk with her legs constantly rubbing against each other, and more so with the twelve cm heels.

to be continued...