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Tessa was never what youd experimental, sexually speaking -- but from the second she wanders into the new shop in town, that changes. When the mysterious female shopkeeper offers her the chance to try on a latex outfit that has entranced her, sheMoreTessa was never what youd experimental, sexually speaking -- but from the second she wanders into the new shop in town, that changes. When the mysterious female shopkeeper offers her the chance to try on a latex outfit that has entranced her, she agrees eagerly.After all, what could possibly go wrong...?Extract:Tessa found her eyes wandering over the displays. They lingered on some items longer than others – some that confused her with their complexity- others that just seemed as though they would be painful in a way she couldn’t imagine anyone enjoying- still others that send a shiver of excitement running through her – but she couldn’t see anything even approaching a pair of handcuffs. Everything seemed designed for brutality, rather than the gentle tease she was looking for.She turned the corner, hoping that some less-extreme items might be on display elsewhere, but her eye caught on one of the cabinets and she stopped to look. In it, a slim female mannequin stood upright, her body swathed in black rubber. A corset cinched the wooden waist tightly, and myriad buckles and straps criss-crossed the material, each one held in place by a silver padlock. They looked small, but there was no doubt in Tessa’s mind that once they were locked on they wouldn’t come off without the keyholder’s intent. Even the mannequin’s head was covered by a restrictive-looking hood, with holes for the eyes, mouth and nostrils, but otherwise nothing but an expanse of inky blankness.She glanced downwards. Around the mannequin’s feet were a pair of boots with impossibly high heels, again covered in those same straps and buckles. The silver gleamed, even in the dark of the shop.If it hadn’t been trapped behind the glass, Tessa knew for a fact that she would have been unable to stop herself from reaching out to touch it. All of a sudden, she needed to see what it would feel like, to have the smooth latex touch her skin – and perhaps more. What would it be like to be wrapped in it, to have it surround her?