Dressing a Slave - The Masters and Slaves Academy - CHAPTER 4

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- Come on, get up. It's time to get dressed - Alex says as he throws the latex suit at him.

That simple touch of latex makes his cock push against the walls of the cage. With slow movements, Marc gets up. He lifts his torso from the chair, turns ninety degrees, and with a slight jump stands with the suit in his hands.

He studies it, completely black, long-sleeved with gloves at the ends. The legs also end in a foot covering where the toes are placed separately. Two only openings, the neck, the entrance, and a much smaller one for the cock, or chastity cage in his case. The suit is comfortably lubricated inside, Marc sticks it to his chest eager to feel its touch, his cock reacts inside the cage, it hurts a bit, but it's worth it. Marc notices one last detail that had escaped his attention. In the back, on the ass, there is a covering, a condom made of the same material, he knows it will be inserted inside of him. He understands that this was the purpose of the lubricant Alex had put inside him.

- Come on, don't just stand there, put it on.

- Aren't you going to help me? - Marc asks

- I'll stay here sitting. Enjoying the view... - Says Alex sitting on a sofa, with a cigarette in his left hand. With the index finger of his right hand, he stirs a gin and tonic in a glass with an ice cube and half a slice of lemon placed on the edge. When it's to his liking, he licks his finger exaggerating the sensuality of the gesture and puts a straw in the glass.

Meanwhile, Marc starts putting his legs into the suit and struggles to maintain his balance. He watches as Alex takes a good drag from his cigarette and then sips his drink. As he drinks, he taps the mouthpiece with his thumb and the ash at the tip falls into the air. Thanks to IRIS, who knows this annoying habit of Alex's, the ashes vaporize before touching the ground.

With his butt on the floor, Marc places his toes one by one in their place. In a suit like that, made by IRIS, everything fits perfectly, nothing is extra or missing. He stands up with the neckline tight at the waist and starts pulling the legs until the material is even and taut.

He raises the collar to his chest and with some difficulty, he inserts his arms. Trapped inside, he finishes raising the collar to where it belongs. The cage is trapped and pressed, he hasn't found the hole it belongs to. The friction has put it in an uncomfortable position, a bit painful. His attempt to have an erection, caused by the increasing contact with latex and the already uniform pressure on his legs, doesn't help either. He won't be able to fix it from the inside so he proceeds to insert his arms into the sleeves.

First the right one, which enters easily in a quic...