EXTRACT FOR
BDSM Bunker
(Crimson Rose)

To say she was embarrassed would have been an understatement, but Paige had a job to do and if wearing a ridiculously revealing latex outfit would get her through the doors then that was a price she was willing to pay. Staring at herself in the full-length mirror hanging on her bedroom wall, she took in the sight. While technically a bodysuit in that it was a single piece of latex going from neck to wrists and ankles, it was open in all the wrong places. Well, at least for her more sensible tastes anyways. With only two straps arching under her breasts and an inch below the belly button, the rest of her torso was on full display. Thankfully, it also came with a latex bra attached to a harness that barely covered her areolas and recently pierced nipples. 

While the suit and bra were white, the harness was silver rings connected together by strips of black leather that only served to accentuate her everything she preferred to keep hidden from public eye. Snapping to the suit at the collarbone her breasts went through the two largest rings. Below that it crisscrossed her belly, waist and hips before snapping securely at the thighs giving the appearance that she might be wearing a garter belt.

The lower half of the outfit turning into chaps leaving her ass and heavily pierced vulva on full display, she was given a choice. Remain exposed, or wear the approved panties sent with the outfit. Not particularly fond of either, she reluctantly went with the panties if only to be covered. Unfortunately, attached to the form-firring material were two fist-sized plugs. Not used to taking anything nearly that large, she spent the first two weeks stretching herself with other provided toys before she began the agonizingly painful process of self-piercing. Following very detailed hand-written instructions with photo examples, she added five tunnels down each outer labia if for nothing more than the offered fifty thousand dollars and one year of free training.

Sighing, face and most of her body beet red, she placed the white leather collar symbolizing that she was a guest of the BDSM Bunker around her neck. The last part of the outfit also took her time to adjust to. Walking over to the bed, she grabbed a pair of bondage boots from the box of gifts. Unable to drive with them on, she would go barefoot until reaching her destination where she hoped to get the story of a lifetime.

Arriving a few minutes before seven, Paige opened her car door, put on the bondage boots and then stepped out just as a man carrying a camera approached. Recognizing him as her cameraman Logan Moore, she relaxed a little and then tensed right back up as this was the first time being seen in fetishwear by anyone other than herself. Fortunately, he too was in latex and leather.

Wearing an open leather vest with matching chaps and latex underwear, Logan was every bit as humiliated as the woman he has spent the last seven years working with and did everything in his power not to ogle her stunning body as he approached. "H-Hey Paige."

"Hey Logan."

"Can you believe these ridiculous outfits they're making us wear?"

"They're not making us wear anything. Fetish clothes are required for entry and this is what they sent. And while I don't like it even a little bit I'd rather wear this than nothing at all or to spend hundreds of dollars on something I'll never wear again. At least you get to wear normal boots."

"And you're wearing normal panties. The damn underwear they sent me has a plug in it as big as my damn fist."

"At least you only have one hole stretched open," Paige said even as her face burned from the humiliation of the confession.