The Latex Girl in the Mirror

Let me tell you a story. I guess you could say it started when I was going to this dance class. I guess you could say it started there because I don’t remember much except getting to the class and seeing they were installing new mirrors. Then bam the next thing I remember doing is coming to in bed. I felt terrible and while I’m half a sleep and half awake I see this guy looking down at me. He’s old, balding, glasses, white lab coat but looks, you know, in good condition right. Now for some reason, don’t ask me why, I’m thinking what ever you do don’t do the cliché and say ‘where am I’. For a start I can tell from the noise I’m in a hospital, and I feel like I had an argument with a rhino and I had come off worse.

So he says, "What dimension are you from?"

And I’m like what? What kind of stupid question is that? I’ve never heard such a dumb thing  in my life. So I say, "What hit me a bus?"

And this guy next to him says "Technically a mirror".

Now what freaks me out is this guy is also wearing a lab coat, big well cut blue grey flannel suit beneath but the weird part is he has got this metal face like a robot. I’m like what? So the first guy gets to explain, his name is Professor Browning and the guy with him is Doctor T9 and not to worry. He explains I’ve fallen through, what did he call it, a fissure in space time in to another parallel dimension. Apparently I’ve fallen into this place called the Imperium. It turns out that if you fall into the wrong kind of mirror at the wrong time you slip through and out you come in another parallel world in another mirror. Weird I know, but it gets worse.

The good news is the Imperium gets this a lot. Did you ever see the film Casablanca? Well it’s a bit like that, they get people from everywhere popping up from no where and they are quite used to it all very cosmopolitan. They're so used to it, that they have a special hospital to help ‘arrivers’ as they and now I are called, to adjust and settle in. The downside is that there is no way back home.  I’m stuck in this place.

So the T9 doctor asks where I am from and I say well Earth and then he says he’s never heard of that before. You see they get like a thousand people a year appearing from nowhere through this hospital. Quite often, they get people from the same dimension or one just a shade like it. So, in the next bed is this hippy girl called Moonflower from this place called Rainbow.  Now they get, you know, one or two arrivers a year from Rainbow. So, you know, these Rainbow arrivers can get together and talk about the old world and stuff. Kinda helps in the bad times when your tired of everything being so new. But it looks like I could be the first from this Earth place. Good news huh?

So they leave me with this nurse called Sister Mary. She comes in and I’m thinking god I really am somewhere else. Get this, she’s wearing this knee length white hobble skirt in very tight white rubber shined to perfection. She’s got this white latex top on that goes up to her neck very tight, clings too and shows off her frankly huge boobs. She’s sauntering around in what can only be described as six inch stiletto heeled boots. She has the most saccharine yellow hair under this cute nurses cap. She has this face like a vogue model doing an expensive photo shoot. I mean her face is like a work of art but your thinking she must spend a couple of hours in the morning getting to look like that. She gives me this soup and chats for a bit, takes some measurements, then leaves me alone with Miss Moon Flower and a stack of books magazines and leaflets. I’m flicking through this stuff not believing what I see.

So what, a couple of days pass, I’m not sure, I’m still in shock I guess. So then Sister Mary comes back this time she’s pushing in this rack of clothes announces.  "Its time I get dressed" and finally lets me out of bed.

At this point I’m facing the first of a number of shocks. Firstly, I look down and I am like completely hairless from the neck down. Nothing but skin even between the legs if you get me. I’m like, what has this space time fissure done and she’s like, well that wasn’t the space time that was standard practice. It looks like women in the imperium don’t have any, and I mean any, fuzz on their bodies. Next shock is that my feet are in these round plastic splints holding my feet on point like a ballerina. Now until now I’ve assumed my feet got broken and they're are in splints. It turns out that that nice girls, wear these kinds of bed slippers so they can walk around in the most colossal high heels all day.

So Sister Mary pulls this black cat suit from the rack. On the one hand it is the most hot chic thing you can imagine, kinds of moves and shines on its own like its slightly alive. I’m looking at this thinking my god. Moonflower is ‘very don’t do it man’ and I can see her point this is like beyond sexy on steroids. In fact its so on steroids that its run the race, come first, done a couple of victory laps, hopped on the podium, got the medal and finally been banned from racing for five years after failing the drugs test sexy. 

On the one hand, I know that this is what people here wear. I’ve flicked through the magazines, I don’t fully understand what they are going on about, but I mean every picture is people casually wearing this stuff. Moonflower is complaining so Sister Mary undoes the shutters and we can then see to the city street far below and yep people wear this stuff like we might wear denim jeans back home. Sister Mary is very insistent, she’s all, you can’t stay in bed for the rest of your life. Her every third word is ‘adjust to your new world’, right. 

So you know mentally, I know this is OK here, and also I’m a little, you know, curious about what it would be like so with a slight tremor I’m pulling this thing on. Big mistake, turns out you first got to use lubricant, so I start again and this time it’s slipping on smoother than butter sliding down a hot bowling lane. I pull the legs on they are thin with the feeling of living silk. Its an odd sensation, you know you get into this odd random electric crackle it makes in your ears as you slip it on. I get this catsuit over my hips with a bit of help then pass my fingers down these sleeves into these long gloves. Then Sister Mary starts zipping me up at the back and my heart is beating faster then before the first kiss from Steve my first boy friend. Its a this point I discover some things about latex.

Firstly, this stuff is both warm and cold you feel the slightest breath of wind on your body. I can feel which side Sister Mary is sitting just by the warmth from her body. So one the one hand its like your naked, on the other hand the latex tightens you up in all the right places, pulls you in just were you need it, you know what I’m saying. Secondly it covers up everything, every vein, every mole and goose bump so your just left with this smooth sensuous skin. Its like your naked but its so much better than naked.  So I’m just experiencing everything feeling like velvet in these really thin gloves when Sister Mary pulls out this spray can and some cloth.

So then, she starts polishing me. That’s a very electric feeling the first time you do it. The smell of the latex is heavy in the air and I’m getting slightly over come. I’m very hot at this point and I’m feeling incredibly sexy hot too. So Mary finishes on my legs and goes and gets a full length mirror. So I’m standing in front of this mirror, the high polish on my body makes me look so curvy. You know you get used to looking at your self and thinking you know her-hum OK that’s my body get used to it. Like you know anorexics look in a mirror and see this stick figure but think they’re seeing this really fat thing? So now, I’m looking at my own body in a wholly new light. It’s like I’m trying on some one else’s body, thinking wow I’ll take this for the night yeah. 

I could tell I was like really do me sexy, when I suddenly noticed that Moonflower had shut up for the first time. So Sister Mary wasn’t done at this point, She pulls out this long black corset and wraps it round me and starts pulling the strings in. So it turns out that most of the Imperium women wear corsets when going out.

"They want to make you one of them, man. A ghost girl with a painted soul" Moonflower tells me.

I’m feeling really, ‘bring it on’, so I give it a go. Corset pulls me in its an odd almost indefinable sensation. Suddenly I’m this really curvy thing, again its like I’m body swapping with some film star or model or something. But, it’s not the way you look that really changes you. This corset is really tight but it’s forcing you to stand up straight so you feel like you’re like two foot taller. It’s weird but you suddenly feel like you’re in charge for some reason. I think it’s this weird feeling like you have this thick armor on between you and the outside world. Later on you start to notice weird things like your suddenly connected to what’s happening inside your body. You can feel stuff happen, blood pulse, air move, food digest.

So to get the suit on, Sister Mary had to unlock these sleeping boots to get them off. I’m trying to sit down as much as I can because my feet feel odd. Then Mary pulls out these black patent pumps with what must be, what four and a half inch stiletto heels. These basically touch the floor and then jump straight up. I slip my feet into them and yes they fit. So I stand up and you know its kind of weird, first my feet don’t have much of a problem, given my sole is now the size of a stick of gum and my body weight sits on something the size of a match stick its like not a problem. The strange thing is not only do you feel much taller, but your holding your self in a whole different way. Your much more upright, much more chest out, bum out but you feel fantastic. It’s like you’re this mix between a princess and a super heroine or something.

So, Sister Mary is at this moment giving this torrential flood of praise to me. She calls in some of the other nurses and they are like. She is so fantastic, she looks so terrific and I’m just soaking this all up like rain on a sponge in the Sahara. I’m not disagreeing with them, because I’m looking really in order and the people saying it are really hot them selves.

What I don’t know is that when I turned up covered in quicksilver, most of the people in the emergency room have never seen a woman without make up before. No one had seen jeans in this dimension I can promise you. So at first they think I’m some long haired boy. Then they think I come from some kind of strange wild dimension where all the women are feral or something. So at first everyone calls me the farm girl as this is the closest they have for like tom boy or something. So, the transformation for them is doubly amazing. Still for days afterwards I’m in this gentle snow storm of compliments from every one. Praise is just heaped up me and I love it.

OK I can stand up in these heels, but I can only just about walk. But, for the Imperium just tottering from place to place isn’t enough. No in the Imperium you have got to walk like a goddess. So she brings in this walking pad on the floor which moves like a flat tread mill then gets me to try to walk correctly. At the end of the session, my  knees are like killing me and I crash out badly. 

Next morning I know the score and I’m not so reluctant to slip into the cat suit again like a good girl. Moonflower says they will never get her in this stuff and we should live in peace and harmony, yeh right. I’m trying to walk the walk and getting nowhere but then Madam Suzy comes in. She is wearing this electric orange mini skirt that is so polished it looks like her bum is made from solid glass. On top she has this halter-neck top in the same electric orange. So, you get to see this thin hint of flesh between the top of her shoulder and the start of her long orange opera gloves. Just below the mini skirt you get this same sliver of flesh before these orange stockings start at some point the stockings merge into these amazing stiletto boots.  She has this huge bar over her eyes, you know the make up goes over her nose. This amazing hair cut like it’s not got a hair out of place. Then she’s wearing these very trendy contact lenses that make your eyes look bigger but this cyan color.

It turns out that Madam Suzy is the house makeup artist and hair dresser. Since I came through the fissure, my hair is in a real state its tangled, stuck in parts and I’ve been wearing it in a pony tail to hide the mess. Both Suzy and Sister Mary are very insistent it has to go, I never thought I would hear my self say it but I agreed to not only cutting my hair, I let them cut it short and dye it this ash come platinum blonde. If you knew how kind of mousey I was back in the old world you would have never believed it. I’m saying OK to this, but no one back home is going to see me so I’m all right.

So, in the Imperium women just don’t do the natural wholesome look. I could tell this by looking at the magazines and books in the Imperium women treat them selves like their own artworks. The whole thing takes hours but while she works she talks and I learn. The hair turned out fabulous. It was weird moving my head and not feeling the weight and flow of my hair as I did. I think that was one of the things that most reminded me that I was different and that where I was so very very different.

So where was I? OK then they persuaded me I had to get, made up. Now I had watched this comedy on what would go for television in the Imperium. The entire plot was based on the central heroin being locked out of her house without any make up on. It seemed pretty ridiculous to me at the time but if you understand Imperium women then you would understand why a woman might crawl up a drain just to hide her face from someone she knew. Ok so the more cosmopolitan you get the less likely you have ever seen a flat face. Sister Mary told this story of how her mother had found Mary’s brother Grave’s fiancée without make up on in the house when they visit and her mother had been you know, actually physically sick. It’s that bad. Then Grave brakes it off with his girl fellow of what six years over it.  OK so I get the hint.

So Suzy gets to work on my face. Whiles she’s working she starts to tell me some interesting stuff. Firstly, the Imperium looks to be at some kind of dimensional low point so they get lots of people and their technology coming in from different dimensions. So the Imperium has stuff you could never dream of. So the first thing they have is this makeup that lasts for a month or so, you can sleep in it, swim in it, you name it, you look as they say Saloon perfect. Secondly they have found these drugs that act on the body like they have done huge amounts of exercise so every one has these fantastic bodies. That’s why all the men look like they are body builders and the women have these perfect figures. Then they have this great stuff which kind of smoothes the skin. Like Sister Mary looked like she was I don’t know nineteen and she was nearer forty. Works using genetic stem cells they say, from a dimension call Peiron, but you have to get a gene matched before you can take it.

So finally I’m fully made up and I’m looking terrific, I mean absolutely stunning. I have these really cool smoky eyes all shades of grey, pale very goth skin, brilliant red glossy lips practically the only color on my face. So I’m very pleased with the result and so is Suzy and Sister Mary.  Moonflower thinks I’ve sold out. So it turns out that this was the big barrier to me leaving the room. So after much howling by Moonflower about how I’ve betrayed the Sisterhood and stuff I’m allowed out. I have a great time walking around. The other nurses are being so wonderful to me, one says she was so glad I looked normal, and how she had to really grit her teeth when she saw me flat faced.  So as I drift around I’m seeing everyone else is dressed like me. On the one hand I feel very funky and slick but its also nice to see everyone else is dressed up in rubber. I don’t feel like I’m sticking out in an ooh look at her kind of way. No one really stares at me but I think I check checked out by some of the hot guys, so thats cool.

So while I’m out I see more marvels of the Imperium. the biggest one I see is a real live robot. Robots are another technology they picked up like beachcombers from somewhere. So then Mary tells me that only about half the robots are real mechanical robots. It turns out there is this thing in the Imperium for dressing up and behaving like a robot. So like Doctor T9 was just this guy in a mask, but you know they really believe in it. I once heard Doctor T9 described himself as a robot trapped in a human body or a flesh machine. Being a robot was a real life choice right? If you like really didn’t like all this flesh stuff you could just retreat behind this mask. I keep going but I’m slow because I have to stop every so often to rest my legs in these shoes.  I met these people from all over the universe or universes I guess. Like I met this girl who had a real cat tale or this other one who spoke English backwards, bless. I have this great afternoon seeing all this stuff but when I come back I find they have moved Moonflower out to ward E. It turns out that either you make a rapid transition like I had done or you did it slow and they had a different approach in ward E.

So after I had been there a month Sister Mary still wouldn’t let me out of the building.  I am getting stir crazy at this point I really want out. So at first, she said I still walked like shit. So I’m on this pad practice nearly every day, I start trying really hard, but either I’m not moving with either enough confidence or I’m not upright enough or I’m too upright. I’m in these heels all day, and I’m being a good girl and keeping the bed slippers on all night even without the padlocks. So I can walk around all day in these massive five inch skyscraper stiletto heels and my feet, my knees don’t have a problem with them. You know I can even slip on a pair of four and a half inch shoes and they feel like trainers, I can even run and dance in them. So one day I’ve slipped my day shoes off and I left my bed slippers in the bath room, so I walk in there bare foot and my flat feet are killing me. I end up crawling on my hands and knees to the bed slippers on.  I tell this to Sister Mary and next day I get my first pair of five and a half inch boots. I’m thinking yeah I’ve finally broke the five inch barrier big achievement. I practice and practice and practice and after a week I show off to Sister Mary but she’s still no you’re not walking quite right.

So I’m like a princess, locked up in a tower and I desperately want to get out onto the street. I missed earth, but at the same time I was you know really keen to start over. It’s hard to describe but you don’t get much of a chance to reinvent your self and now I was in the position I had to. Then I started to think it was my chest. You know I was a nice B cup, but you know things are wrong when the smallest bra size they had in the imperium was a generous D. Sister Mary and practically everyone had mentioned the fact I was a little, what did they say, boyish chested for the Imperium. I guess, I thought at that stage, I might still get back some how and didn’t want to do anything too permanent.  I was so frustrated at this point, I could do that slightly deeper sultry English Imperium accent. I could follow most of the conversations, I got most of the jokes the nurses did. I had done the orientation classes I knew the difference between a dom and a sub even if I wasn’t sure which one I was. I had come down a couple of inches from my original corset size and even wore it in bed some times. I could even do the morning, day, evening makeup changes everyone did. I even explained to some new arrivers that the x’s on the floor are places where you can stand to get the best lighting to show off your shiny curves.

Then one morning I’m reading this magazine article saying how if your boobs are smaller than your head then no one takes you seriously. I’m thinking god they're are right. I guess I just broke and in my frustration when to see Doctor T9. He books me into breast augmentation surgery the next day. I’m frustrated I have to wait a full twenty four hours.  So while I’m there he puts in a huge amount of body jewellery including a nipple ring and a nipple shield, not to mention a huge amount of junk in my ear and a nose piercing. I do the surgery the next day and later I’m lying in bed thinking OK it was a weight thing. You weren't moving right because the weight wasn’t spread out right but now it should be fine. You can see how desperate I was.

So a couple of days later I’m cleared by Dr T to get up and I find this fantastic new catsuit with more sculpted space in front. Its pure ebony black with this wonderful kind of porthole in transparent grey in the front giving a hint of cleavage. The new suit fits over me and my new pals just perfectly. Then I realize I need this new black corset just to hold the weight up and off my back. There’s also this wonderful day wear lime green hobble skirt dress which fits just perfectly but I’m now so desperate to start on the pads again I take it off. I don’t even try on this really shiny corset dress with this lovely Celtic tattoo design on the hip.

I shouldn’t tell you this it’s really embarrassing but I want you to hear the whole story. So I’m walking on the pad looking carefully in the mirror trying to keep my shoulders back, keep one foot nearly in front of the other, keep my heels straight up and my toes pointing forward. Hard work when your whole centre of gravity has changed. Then Sister Mary comes in I’m still slightly annoyed with her. I know I shouldn't be, I know I have to pass infront of the board and she has to put me up for it. Intellectually I know that the there is a lot of resentment from the people in the Imperium at arrivers like me. The board have had a lot of pressure to make sure people who can’t pass them selves of as Imperium stay in. There even is the slogan by a politician called Rarn ‘keep them off the streets before they start filling the sewers’. So on the one hand I know this, but I still can’t help my resentment sticking to Sister Mary.

Sister Mary comes into the room while I’m practicing. She comes in and tries not to correct me. So she looks away at the draw next to my bed.
"Good to see you up on your feet Farm girl" she says.

"I have an Imperium name now" I say. I know she uses farm girl in a friendly way, but now I understand the kind of venom it has on the outside and don’t like it.

"OK Miss Wildfire" she says pulling out the draw next to my bed. I don’t keep anything in there myself its full of medical equipment. Then she says "which one are you wearing?"

I stop the pad and turn round, my breast are pointing at her and if they were guns I would have shot her with them.

"What do you mean which one am I wearing?" I say, I tilt my head slightly feeling the weight of all the body jewellery moving with me, its a momentum I’m not quite familiar with yet. 

Sister Mary pulls out three of these surgical steel crafted lumps that look like huge metal wine stoppers.
"Which butt plug are you wearing?" Sister Mary asks.

"Butt plug what butt plug?" I say.

Sister Mary has a Grave’s fiancée look about her. "Are you wearing a butt plug?" she asks syllable by syllable like I was deaf.

"Of course not" I say and can see by the look on her face I’ve said exactly the wrong thing. At this point I’m glad the corset if crushing me if not I think my stomach would turn or all my blood would run out.

Sister Mary sits on the bed. "Sit down" she says and I join her. "Everyone wears a butt plug, even Miss Shining Hammer had one."

"Who?"

"You know Moonbeam".

"Moonflower".

"Yes her, even she had a butt plug when she arrived".

"Did she?" I say.

"Yes of course" Sister Mary goes on, "back on your world didn’t your boy fellow take you from behind some times?"

"Never" I say. I can remember the look of horror on her face.

"I’m not surprised if you don’t have a butt plug. Quick" she says "turn over now, I won’t tell anyone else I promise".

I turn over and she unzips my crouch zip exposing my rear end.

"By the crows you haven't even used the lubricant" she whispers picking up this plastic bottle from the draw and squeezing some on her fingers.

"I’m sorry", I said, I’m so panicked at this stage she could have told me black was white and I would have believed her. I felt the cold lubricant dripping down over my hole. She spread an excessively generous amount on the smallest steel plug and then began rubbing it around my back passage. While she’s smoothly orbiting my hole with the plug she talked.

"What by the Imperium did you think they were for?" She demanded.

"I don’t know they looked medical so I didn’t think about them".

"Huh", Sister Mary said disparagingly "good thing they are being worn heavy and in, this year. If you had arrived two years ago everyone would have noticed".

"Everyone wears one?" I asked in disbelief.

"All women and a good percentage of the male subs too. Feel mine", she said.

I was lying chest down hips up on the bed and reached down to feel between the two shiny bubbles that defined her ass. I had been putting some latex polish on not five minutes before starting on the walking pad so my gloved hand moved smoothly feeling outside the crack of her dress. I explored for a moment and sure enough found something hard between her cheeks.

"Oh that’s nice", Sister Mary said distracted "do it some more".

I carried on playing with the metal end beneath the latex dress buried in her flesh. As I moved she moved, as I played she mirrored my tentative movements. I was a bit unsure of Imperium behaviour at this point. Sure good girl friends would do each other, I had seen that on television. Kissing as a greeting or a good bye was fairly mandatory even with the staff. Holding hands and hugging was common place but it was hard to know if playing with someone’s butt plug came under the heading of platonic relationship.  Certainly, Sister Mary had seen and touched every part of me. She had even removed all my body hair when had arrived, she had done the douche and enema to clean met out of Earth infections. I get to do all the most disgusting jobs she once told me. But it had always seemed very professional you know.

Sister Mary pleaded with me to try to relax. I tried to do as she said but I was still in shock over the plug business. I began to apply more pressure to her plug as she applied it to me. I could begin to feel my hole opening up to the plugs attentions. While I applied more pressure Sister Mary began to let slip a slight sigh. Pleased I moved my hand from around the outside of her dress and moved it underneath. I had been wearing thin black over the elbow gloves practically permanently since I arrived. I don’t think I had left a single fingerprint in the whole place. In fact, I had been wearing a couple of simple band rings around the outside of the glove like the Imperium women did.  So I was used to touching everything from behind a thin veil of latex to the extent that when I had taken a glove off once then everything felt somehow wrong.

Sister Mary’s flesh felt both right and warm. She moved on the bed in response. For a split second I thought I had done something wrong. But, then I realized she was moving to give me better access. We lay on my bed head to toe. Heart in my mouth and with a tongue that felt like I had been licking sand paper I continued playing with her.  I felt her move the plug more firmly into my flesh. I felt like my sphincter really starting to stretch and I began to wonder if I could accommodate it. I began moving her plug hard around and I can feel that this is making Sister Mary quite hot and wet. Here women are climaxing two or three times a day so they tend to be quite quick off the mark. So I’m lying on my front, plug half the way up my ass, starring at these terrific stiletto heels thinking about you know may be sucking them or something when she gets out this small white remote. She presses a button and her plug starts to vibrate.  

I open up and relax as much as possible and I can feel her breath on the back of my calves.  The plug at this point is starting to hurt but in a kind of warm concentrating bitter sweet way. Then I feel the plug going in and my sphincter thankfully close around it. At this point I have this huge lump of metal up inside me. I began to run my finger into her cunt and I can feel she is wet. I move some more and feel this piercing above her clit so I play with that while using my other hand to move her plug or stroke her legs. I haven't got a clue what I’m doing I’m just playing by ear doing to her what I think I would like to be done to me. Sister Mary is moving her hips in time with me. Then she stops and reaches into the draw and pulls out this polished silver metal well egg.

"Put this in" she says.

I lift my hips up and she unzips my cat suit a bit more having access to me. She then pushes this egg between my flaps up inside my cunt. I can feel it push in there against the butt plug. So Sister Mary’s plug vibrates at random intervals and I discover so does my egg. I guess the remote controls both of them. Sister Mary pulls my hand down to her cunt and pushes against it. I get the message and start playing with her while Sister Mary starts to run her lubricated hand over my body. I get a bit light head giggly at this point, I can feel my chest push up hard against my corset. At this point I’m both sublimely happy and yet really anxious I’m doing the right thing.  Sister Mary turns round I can feel my and her vibrations get harder and more regular. I can feel her plug vibrate through her body to mine.

I’m panting now, my chest is heaving against hers. I’ve realized that anyone could come in at any moment which makes the whole thing more electric. She licks my nipple through the latex which is near the edge of my corset. My chest is still really sore since the operation and the piercing but it feels like she has licked a trail of gold across my tits. She then rolls on to my leg and rubs her self up and down on it. The vibrators are getting more intense we are kind of synchronized together. We built up in tandem, Sister Mary’s rocking on my leg, and the vibrators. I can feel my self getting very close and I so want to come at the same time she does. Suddenly I feel her start to pant I can almost feel her come on me. She pauses for a second and reaches into the draws again. She has this metal device that’s half way between some medial wand and a strange alien claw.

"Open up", she says and I open my mouth like a good girl.

She begins to run this dildo against my velvet red lips pushing this stub against my nose. I stuck on the dildo like I’m from the Imperium and feel her starting to play with me. The dildo starts vibrating in time with the plug. Sister Mary pulls her skirt up more and pulls her legs around me trapping my hands so I can’t do anything. I struggle a bit and all I hear is the electric crack of latex on latex in my ears. Sister Mary is far better at playing with me than I am and suddenly I’m feeling very close to coming. "I’m going to come" I say in muffed words with the dildo filling my face. Sure enough I’m coming big time, a whole body orgasm for me. I’m still wearing these stilettos so my feet almost twist and trap the orgasm in them. I can feel my heart beat thrashing like a kick drum against my corset. For a moment we are both still together, I feel like I’m floating between planes of existence, very serene. I float back down to earth wishing I had the energy to get the corset off and take some deep breaths. It was great, I think all the sexual tension that had built up since I arrived had broken out.

Quite quickly Sister Mary recovers and gets back up. She pulls the skirt back down and there is something in the way that she does it that suggests that she feels guilty about it. I wallowed in the moment and then sat up. She hands me a pair of small spheres tied with a string. "I guess you haven't tried these" she says. 

Exchanging warm egg for cold Chinese balls I stood up and returned to the walking pad. It was odd moving with so much metal in me. The balls particularly played against the plug using my inner flesh as the keyboard  of a grand piano. Feeling frankly wonderful I started walking.

Sister Mary looked at me for a second. "That’s it you got it" she shouted. The weight of the plug made all the difference to the way I walked. That’s it I had finally cracked it.

I think I passed in front of the board a week later and passed first time. After I left the hospital I did a few things, but that’s another story really. Eventually I realized I wanted to help people. Which is weird I was always very selfish back in the old world. So eventually, I studied and became a nurse. So I get to help people like you.

OK I’ve probably talked for far to long, but I think what I want to say is that it took me ages to get the walking right too. Any way If I can do it, you can do it. Now lets get back on that walking Pad. Miss Shining Hammer will be back after lunch she’s going to be covering basic oral sex and boy I wish I had that in my day, but be careful she’s really strict. Just remember it takes time but everyone adjusts to the Imperium one way or another.
I’m sorry I’ve been rabbiting on for so long. One day you’ll find someone from Earth and you’ll know what its like to be touched again by your old life. I want to hear everything that’s been happening. Tell me when you left was Clinton still president? I thought she was doing such a good job.

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20.09.09