A few weeks later, and Sue was alone once more in the Baxter Building. Or so she thought…
Stepping from the perception filter again in her guise as Suzanne, she stepped to the floor length mirror as was her custom, to enjoy the vision of rubber desire she saw there. Lovingly she posed there, running her hands over her hourglass curves sheathed in gleaming black latex and running her pierced tongue along her glossy lips.
But something felt different this time. She always felt aroused and liberated from her inhibitions when she spent time as Suzanne, but this time it was almost as if there were no inhibitions to be free from. She felt herself almost buzzing with energy and her mind began to consider all sorts of perverse pleasures. Then she gasped as the familiar voice of her husband spoke in her head.
“Hello Susan, my precious slut. That’s right, your darling husband knows your little secret, and has placed a tiny implant in your head that allows him to communicate with you directly at any time. I know you’ve been hiding this side of yourself from me. That was a little selfish, don’t you think?”
Sue gasped and looked around her. “Reed! How did you…?”
“Oh come now, dear. Did you really think that anything could happen in the Baxter building without my finding out? Anyway, enough of that trivia. Let’s talk about you and your fascinating alter-ego. Why did you hide the fact from me that you are a fetish slut?”
“Oh Reed, I could never…I was so embarrassed…” As she stammered her answer, she hit a small control on her wrist that altered her appearance back to good old Susan Storm-Richards, although she maintained the scandalous latex outfit. Now she saw her usual blonde beauty reflected back at her from the mirror, and damn she looked good in the tight latex outfit!
“Well there’s no need to feel that way anymore. I’ve made a few small adjustments to your personality. Embarrassment is impossible for you now. You will find that you can happily engage in all manner of depraved activities without any feelings of shame or regret. And I will be watching all of it. Recording it too, possibly to be shown to the whole world. Does it please you to know that your husband will see you being a slut?”
A flood of dark excitement ran through Susan, tingling from her groin to her nipples, which were instantly hard and pressing against the tight rubber of her dress.
“Oooh yes, baby. I love having an audience, and who better than you? I’m going to make that stretchy cock of yours harder than it’s ever been.”
“That’s right, my dear. My sexual satisfaction is almost as important to you as your own, and seeing you behaving like a wanton whore arouses me like nothing else! How shall we begin?”
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