|Sara's Mannequin Suit|
|Story by VolatileDesire | Images by The Andrade Brothers|
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|Storycodes: F/m; F/f; bodysuit; latex; catsuit; paws; hood; tail; collar; glue; gag; cage; pet; caught; photo; revenge; entrap; hum; cons/reluct; X||
|Sara's Mannequin Suit 2: The Nosy Neighbor VolatileDesire F/m; F/f; bodysuit; latex; catsuit; paws; hood; tail; collar; glue; gag; cage; pet; caught; photo; revenge; entrap; hum; cons/reluct; X|
|story continues from part one
Chapter 2: The Nosy Neighbor
Gavin awoke to the sight of his wife’s face. “Wake up kitty, I’ve got to go run a few errands.” Sara had changed out of her sexy outfit into a more comfortable velvet sweat suit.
Gavin stood up and nearly fell having forgotten about his imprisoned feet.
“I’m going to have to keep you safe while I’m gone, I can’t have an untrained cat alone in the house. Follow me.”
The jingling bell at his collar was a constant reminder of Gavin’s status as the house cat but he nearly bolted when he saw what Sara had waiting for him in the kitchen. While he slept, Sara had gotten down the dog kennel from the attic. In the bottom was a cushion. It looked like a rectangle wire cage. “Get in kitty.”
Gavin shook his head no.
Gavin could hear footsteps on the tile floor just inside their front door. “She’s coming in!” Gavin thought. “Doesn’t she know that you shouldn’t enter someone else’s house?”
“Hello, anyone here.”
Her voice was much closer now.
Gavin’s eyes widened as Angie quickly left the house. She thought he was his wife, Sara. The makeup and contact lenses must have made it difficult to tell the difference. She was not gone long but to Gavin’s dismay she returned with her camera. She snapped pictures from every angle. There was nothing he could do to stop her. “When your husband gets home, and you get a chance to tell him about these wonderful pictures. I’m sure we could arrange something for him to do to earn them back. Don’t you think?”
Gavin said nothing just stared at her.
“See you soon Sara.” Angie replaced the blanket onto the kennel and skipped out of the door laughing.
Gavin waited and worried. He worried mostly about Angie telling anyone else about what happened. Gavin dozed off before he heard his wife return.
“Hello Kitty,” Sara announced without taking off the blanket. “I have a surprise for you. I’ll be right back to let you out.”
Gavin waited for several more long minutes and when the blanket was finally thrown back, Sara stood before him wearing an identical cat costume to his except in a bright white color. “I couldn’t put the paws on myself, but it looks great I think.”
“I figured that you deserved to see what I look like in it after playing along so well. If you’re nice I may let you lock me in the kennel for a few minutes. First though, let me get you out.” Sara produced a key and unlocked the door. Gavin crawled out and stretched. He then started making motions to his wife.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Gavin motioned for her to follow him. He led her to the front window and pointed across the street to Angie’s house.
Gavin nodded and he then pointed at the floor.
“Angie was here?” Sara’s eyes got wide as she ran to the front door as fast as the cat paws on her feet would let her. “Oh no, I forgot to lock the door.”
Gavin followed nodding.
“Let me get your lips free, stay here.” Sara ran into the bathroom and returned seconds later with a small vial of liquid and a dropper. She placed a few drops on Gavin’s lips and a minute or two later he was able to open his mouth.
“Finally,” Gavin sighed.
“Tell me, what did Angie do?” Sara said a bit panicked.
“She came inside and saw me in the cage. She took some pictures and left. She was very amused.” Gavin said quickly.
“Oh no! What are we going to do?” Sara said trying to sit down but she forgot about her tail and quickly stood back up again.
“She thinks it was you in the cage.” Gavin explained.
“Really? Ha!” Sara laughed. Then she put her finger against her lips. “Maybe, we can use that to our advantage.” She ran into the bedroom and stripped out of the white cat costume and carefully folded into the box. She then quickly dressed in her velvet sweat suit and headed for the front door. She was gone before Gavin could ask what she was up to.
At this point Gavin started to panic. He jerked around on the floor kicking with his legs and trying to wiggle his arms free. This proved to be a mistake. After exhaustion forced him to calm down, the yarn now held one ankle close to his buttock and his arms were wrapped in yards of yarn held tightly across his chest. Gavin was stuck. Further complicating his predicament wads of yarn had fallen over his face restricting his vision. He had to wait until Sara got back.
“You did that to yourself?” Angie exclaimed from her place on the couch next to Sara.
Sara smiled sheepishly. “Yes, it’s fun to look like a sexy kitty. I was going to surprise Gavin, I guess I should have locked the front door.”
Angie smiled. “Yeah you never know who might walk in on you.”
“So did Gavin like it?”
“After you left I let myself out. I had a key stashed in the kennel.” Sara lied. “I figured I better talk to you before you stopped being my friend.”
“Oh, I would never let a little fun between husband and wife come between us.” Angie smiled. “So how does it feel?”
“Oh, that costume feels incredible. Tight and sexy. Gavin would have flipped.” Sara paused for a second. “Would you like to try it on?” Sara said looking at the box she brought with her.
“You have the costume in the box?” Angie said.
“Actually it’s a different color, the black one needs cleaning.”
“Oh right,” Angie said staring at the box.
“Would you like to try it on?” Sara asked while watching Angie’s reaction.
Angie blushed and looked back to Sara. “I don’t know.”
“Yeah, wait till you get it all the way on.” Angie forced her other leg into the suit and Sara tugged it up around her waist. Angie wiggled her bottom back and forth. “Yeah, getting better.”
Sara pulled the suit over Angie’s bosom and threaded each arm into the sleeves. The suit closed over her shoulders stopping just over her collarbone. Sara smoothed out any wrinkles while Angie moved around to adjust the fit. “What do you think?”
“Tight, but sexy. Not sure I’d want to wear it inside a cage.” Angie smiled.
Sara shrugged. “Here let’s try the faux paws. Get it, faux paws.” Sara laughed at her double entendre.
“Yes, Sara, very witty,” Angie rolled her eyes and held out her hand.
“You’ll have to make a fist, that’s the only way to get these on.” Sara said.
Angie stopped for a second. “You were wearing the gloves inside kennel, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” Sara answered.
“How did you unlock the door, there is no way you could manipulate something as small as a key wearing these things.” Angie said while holding up her hands.
Sara frowned and stood up. She walked quickly towards Angie who in turned tried to back away. Angie fell over her feet due to being balanced on her toes. Sara sat on her chest and quickly applied what appeared to be chap stick to her lips and then stood up.
Angie tried to speak but could not open her mouth her lips were glued shut. Sara closed the lid of the adhesive tube and placed in her pocket. “Now, you better tell me where it is when I decide to let you speak.” Sara clipped a long leash to Angie’s collar and pulled her to her feet. “Come on you are coming to my house”
* * *
Gavin was uncomfortable, he was wrapped up in the yarn and unable to move. His bent over position made the tight suit he wore even tighter around his waist. It seemed like hours since his wife left and he was beginning to wonder if the confrontation had not gone so well.
Finally, he heard the front door open, there were muffled sounds but Gavin could not discern what was going on. After several more minutes, Sara walked into the bedroom. She held her hand to her mouth suppressing a giggle. “Just like Kitty to get all wrapped up. Here let me help you out of that.”
“Thanks.” Gavin said while Sara cut through the yarn with scissors.
“I have something to show you but we have to get the costume off of you first.” With some work the cat costume was slowly removed.
Once the gloves were removed Gavin breathed a sigh of relief. “It sure is nice to be able stretch out my fingers.”
The hood and foot pieces of the costume were then removed until finally the black shiny rubber was pulled off his body. He still had the adjustable mannequin suit on. “We have to drain the bladders before you can take that off.”
“Hurry, because I have another bladder that needs draining.” Gavin said quickly.
“Ok, get in the bathtub.” Gavin stepped into the bathtub while Sara pulled a cleverly hidden valve which allowed the water to drain from the areas around his waist and hips. A second valve drained the breasts. The suit dramatically loosened as the water ran down the drain until Gavin was able to peal the suit off his body. “That thing did pretty well.” Sara commented. “Too bad you can’t wear it for longer.”
“Huh? What does that mean?” Gavin looked at his wife confused. “Why would I wear it again? No more bets.”
“Well I just thought you might want to dress up for Halloween or something.” Sara answered.
Gavin shook his head hoping to change the subject. “Did you get the pictures back from Angie?”
“Well…” Sara began.
“Well what? Did you get them?”
“Not yet, just change into some clothes and come into the kitchen.” Sara said and left the mannequin suit to soak in the bathtub.
Angie worked her mouth open. “They are in a locked chest in the bottom of my closet. The combination to the lock is 36-26-38.”
“Are those your measurements?” Sara laughed.
Angie did not answer and Gavin was already out the door.
Gavin sprinted across the street and into Angie’s house. Being single and living alone the master bedroom was the only one occupied and it took only moments to locate the chest in the bottom of the closet. It was larger than Gavin expected, easily able to hold a person if they knelt down. Even then they would have some room to wiggle.
Gavin quickly entered the combination and opened the chest. A familiar smell assaulted Gavin’s nostrils. The chest was filled with latex garments; catsuits, hoods, gloves, corsets, impossibly high heels, etc. And even more interesting there was a photo album with photos of Angie modeling the outfits. Gavin grabbed the photo album and the disk marked with Sara’s name. “This should be interesting,” he muttered and returned to his house.
When Angie saw him carrying the photo album she slumped down in the kennel. “Check this out Sara.”
Sara opened the album and her eyes widened. “Oh, well, now it makes a lot more sense.”
“Yes, yes, now you know.” Angie said on the verge of tears. “Can you please let me out of here and this costume?”
“You need a shower Gavin,” Sara said to her husband. “And clean up those suits.”
“Right,” Gavin left. He was eager to be away from an uncomfortable moment between one time friends. He took a long hot shower and threw away all the shredded yarn. He also cleaned the costume and the mannequin suit still marveling at the latter’s construction. He finished in time to watch a little television until his wife walked in an hour later. “Well, what happened?”
“She’s ok. We’re still friends and I have to swear you to secrecy.”
“That’s easy. It’s not like she hasn’t seen me dressed as a sexy female cat.” Gavin responded sarcastically.
“True, but she is sensitive about her preferences.” Sara responded.
“Oh, I promise. I don’t know what she is worried about she looked pretty good in those outfits.” Gavin said.
Sara arched an eyebrow his way. “I’m sure you enjoyed the view.”
“Not as good as you would dear.” He responded quickly.
Sara nodded. “You better say that. By the way, how did you ever find that costume shop? It was full of fantastic costumes, and all are as well made as those cats.”
“Angie mentioned it to me.” Gavin smiled. “Makes sense now.”
“Yes it does.” Sara smiled back. “I’ll have to remember to thank her; you looked great as my kitty.”
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