As you step through the door, I can tell you're feeling shy again. It's not the first time you've been here, but I know it always takes you a moment to settle in. Your eyes wander around, familiar with the place but still cautious, as if something might suddenly change. I smile stepping closer, and gently take your hand in mine. I rub my thumb across your knuckles.

"It's ok, babe".

I lead you to the couch and I guide you to sit down, and then I crouch in front of you, taking both of your hands in mine. Our eyes meet. God, you're so cute...

"I'm going to show you one of my hobbies.

I think you're going to like it... Not many people in my circle know about this, but I trust you. And don't worry, okay? Just... don't be scared".

I give your hands one final squeeze before heading toward my room. As I walk away, you're already distracted, flipping through channels on the TV, probably trying to take your kind off your nerves. I smile to myself as I slip into my room and close the door behind me.

I take a deep breath and begin to change. The smooth, black leather of the catsuit slides over my skin, shiny and slick in the dim light of my room. The material hugs every curve, the rubber squeaking slightly as I pull it tight. My fingers tingle as I slide on the gloves, sealing my hands in a glossy sheen. Next, I slip on the latex toe socks, feeling the material cling to every inch of my feet and toes. Finally, the mask; black, sleek, with openings on my eyes and mouth. Fits snugly over my face. I rub my gloved hands over my body, feeling the slickness of the latex, a shiver running down my spine.

Stepping out of my room, I move silently, though the squeaky sounds of my rubbery feet might give me away. But you're too absorbed in the TV to notice. I sneak behind you. Slowly, I cover your eyes with my latex-covered hands.

You jump startled. The texture of the latex must've surprised you. Immediately, I pull my hands away, gently grabbing yours to calm you down.

"Shhh, babe. I'm sorry".