It was late in the night, a Friday night, as usual. He came to the main entrance and she gave him the keys to the carpark and to get into the block. They did not smile or speak. He walked away, she closed the heavy metal door. She then turned and went back up in the lift to her flat, leaving the door slightly ajar for him. The place was full of soft candlelight and music. It was warm and tidy.

She went into the bedroom and left her black coat on the bed before going into the bathroom. While she was in there she heard him enter, close the door and pull the velvet curtain across it, to keep out the draughts and the ghosts.

He went into the living room, sat on his chair, made himself comfortable, with his legs spread and his gloved hands clasped over his upper abdomen, and waited. He could see the door from where he sat and could hear her moving about in the bathroom. Nothing ruffled his concentration nor his confidence. His heart beat slowly and steadily.

She was almost ready. Totally encased in black latex and pvc. She was wearing latex stockings and suspender belt, latex gloves and tight skirt, pvc corset over a net blouse, latex and pvc boots with 6 inch stiletto heels and silver metal corset backs.
Unusually, her hair was smoothed down, but as usual her lips were painted red, outlined in black. She regarded herself in the mirror. Unusually she was without facial jewellery. A minute passed. The tension increased.

She opened a drawer and took a bag from it. Her hands shook slightly. Inside the bag was a latex mask which she took out, placed over her face and zipped up the back. It was black and shiny with almond shaped eye holes and a generous, shaped gap for her lips to be visible through.

He took off his leather jacket and dropped it on the floor.

Wearing the mask she was no longer herself, but was now his latex slut, his rubber toy, with its black, earless face and uncovered, hairless cunt. His to look at and to enjoy; to tease and to torment.

Her red lips, outlined in black, and her grey eyes did not look familiar to her. She was hot and breathless yet anonymous, no longer under her own control.

He could hear her coming into the living room. She entered. The faint light gleamed on her curves. She stood in the middle of the room and he stood to go over to her to tighten up the merciless corset. Once done, he sat back down to observe her, unbuttoning his trousers to take his cock out to stroke it gently.