Fetish shop fantasies - mannequin 1
Suzy dimmed the lights and glanced around the shop one last time before leaving for the day. With the covid restrictions finally easing, it had been a busy day; customers were purchasing gear for upcoming fetish parties; but now, as the lights went down, all of the latex tops, skirts, dresses, and leggings were clean and hanging neatly once again.
The catsuits hung limply at the back of the shop, but they still seemed to hold something of the form of the one or two customers who had tried them on. The shiny fetish boots reflected points of light. The display heads, each encased in rubber hoods, stared unblinkingly at Suzy as she finished her end-of-day security check. The mannequins were still lit by the dimmed spotlights as if participating in a never-ending fashion show.
No matter how hard Suzy and the other shop assistants worked to make the mannequins life-like, they always had a slightly awkward look to them. It wasn’t that their latex didn’t fit well, it was their stiff poses and postures that made them look a little ill at ease. For Suzy these models seemed uncannily human, and this unsettled her, especially if she was the last one to leave the shop in the evening.
Just before pulling the door closed, Suzy ran her fingers through her thick black hair and glanced into the shopfront window on the right. The male-to-female transgender display model seemed to be staring right back down at her. The model was wearing a black maid’s outfit, a female mask, slightly tousled blond wig, and ballet boots. Suzy had positioned this mannequin so that it looked down across the doorway all day long, its open glossy red lips offering a seductive welcome to anyone who came to the shop. She was hold a silver serving tray on which Suzy had playfully placed a cock sucker gag. The model seemed to be staring right down at Suzy’s nipples as they pressed against her latex dress in the coolness of the night air.
After a long busy day, Suzy sometimes thought of herself as like one of the shop’s mannequins – her rubber dress had bonded to her skin and the aroma of rubber had permeated her whole being. Just as she seemed at times to be becoming like a rubber mannequin, in her mind the mannequins seemed at times to become almost human.
To be continued…
The catsuits hung limply at the back of the shop, but they still seemed to hold something of the form of the one or two customers who had tried them on. The shiny fetish boots reflected points of light. The display heads, each encased in rubber hoods, stared unblinkingly at Suzy as she finished her end-of-day security check. The mannequins were still lit by the dimmed spotlights as if participating in a never-ending fashion show.
No matter how hard Suzy and the other shop assistants worked to make the mannequins life-like, they always had a slightly awkward look to them. It wasn’t that their latex didn’t fit well, it was their stiff poses and postures that made them look a little ill at ease. For Suzy these models seemed uncannily human, and this unsettled her, especially if she was the last one to leave the shop in the evening.
Just before pulling the door closed, Suzy ran her fingers through her thick black hair and glanced into the shopfront window on the right. The male-to-female transgender display model seemed to be staring right back down at her. The model was wearing a black maid’s outfit, a female mask, slightly tousled blond wig, and ballet boots. Suzy had positioned this mannequin so that it looked down across the doorway all day long, its open glossy red lips offering a seductive welcome to anyone who came to the shop. She was hold a silver serving tray on which Suzy had playfully placed a cock sucker gag. The model seemed to be staring right down at Suzy’s nipples as they pressed against her latex dress in the coolness of the night air.
After a long busy day, Suzy sometimes thought of herself as like one of the shop’s mannequins – her rubber dress had bonded to her skin and the aroma of rubber had permeated her whole being. Just as she seemed at times to be becoming like a rubber mannequin, in her mind the mannequins seemed at times to become almost human.
To be continued…
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