Mated For Life Ch. 01

"So you can satisfy us."

I gulped. "What does that look like?"

"Never mind," Savannah said. "Let's get you all finished up first. Cally honey, could you please hand me our little friend?"

Calithea turned to the silky garment that Savannah had draped over the ornate chest earlier. She held it with reverence and passed it carefully to Savannah.

Savannah took a handful of the sheer, glossy, transparent silk and held it up for me to look at. It was the shape of a full body stocking, including arms, and hands complete with five fingers and five toes. But it was also different. The stockings had been gorgeous, absolutely. But this. This was on a whole new level. It was gossamer thin, so silky it was hard to grasp it with having it slide through your fingers. It was so shiny and glossy and slippery, I could almost see my reflection in the silk. I reached out touch it. It so soft, so luxuriously silky and light, that I got an instant hardon. I was really, really looking forward to having it on my body.

The problem was, it looked way too small. I mean, really small. Like teddy bear small.

"I know what you're thinking," Calithea said.

"Don't worry," Savannah said. "It'll stretch out really nice to fit you perfectly."

"The tighter the more magnified its touch becomes."

"But why?" I asked. "Why this?"

"Because it's sexy. We tested you for your love of the stockings, and you passed easily. If you loved the pantyhose and stockings, you'll absolutely love this. Just see." Savannah said. "Now lie back. Let us get you fitted up."

The weird thing about the body suit is that it didn't appear to have an opening for me to climb into. It looked entirely seamless from top to bottom, back to front. But when Savannah laid it across my legs, I could see a tiny hole in the back, near the base of the spine. But the hole was maybe the size of a dime.

Savannah seemed to know what I was thinking. "Oh don't worry. She stretches out really nice. She's almost unbreakable. You'll never get a run in her."

"Her?" I said. "You refer to this, this body stocking as a her?"

"Oh, well, we love these stockings so much, we just do that naturally. Come on Cally, let's get started. I'm really excited to try this."

The women draped the body stocking, face up along my legs. Together, they reached underneath and I assume they got their fingers into the tiny hole in the lower back of the body stocking. Gently, they began to pull the hole wider and wider, spreading their fingers out in the process, until it was, astonishingly, they had a hole about two feet wide. They then moved the opening down my body and placed my feet into it. The women pulled the stocking up to my knees as the rest of it flopped down over my feet.

Cally then pulled the body stocking up to my toes and fitted one foot into the corresponding nylon foot. She then started sliding the left side of the silk up. She drew the garment up past my foot as she bunched it up in her hands, slowly pulling it up around my calf. I wiggled my toes. It felt nice. Silky and feminine.

Next Savannah did the same on my right foot. When she was done, the silk had encased my feet and was draped over my calves. Instinctively, I swept my feet together to get a feel for the silk. It was glassy smooth, and incredibly sexy.

"Excellent," Savannah said. "OK, let's continue."

I was still perplexed at how this tiny garment was going to fit me, but I was in their power and, to be honest, really curious to see it happen.

The women each reached down with both hands and grabbed a handful of silk around each of my legs. They looked at each other and exchanged little smiles, as if in signal. Together, they pulled the body stocking gently and lovingly up my legs, releasing a bit of the gossamer fabric at a time, working their way up to my knees. The silk was tight, really tight, and I was worried it might cut off the circulation. But the women appeared not to notice and carried on. Soon they had worked the silky fabric up my thighs and to my crotch.

I looked down at my encased legs. The silk was skin tight and really, really confining. But I did take the chance to give it a feel by swishing my thighs together. They glided smoothly across each other. Somehow, the clinginess of the silk seemed to magnify my sense of touch way beyond what the nylons had. It was incredibly sexy. My dick grew into its full length of about six inches. I was rock hard.

Now the body stocking was draped over my lap. The women each grabbed one of my hands and helped me to a sitting position. I was still puzzled how they were going to get my into this thing. The opening was entirely occupied by my hips.

But the women reached down to my waist and with their nylon-encased hands, they slid their fingers between my waist and my body stocking. Together, they gently pulled up on the waistband. Incredibly it yielded, giving an opening of at least two more feet in width to accommodate the rest of me.

They placed my hands into the arms of the body stocking and together, the women gently worked the silk around my fingers, ready for insertion into the glossy, transparent gloves. The women set about getting that completely right, pulling the fabric carefully and completely around each finger and thumb in turn, smoothing and sliding the silk as they worked their way down my hands to my wrists.

I clenched my silky hands together gently. The fabric was extremely tight but silky smooth. There didn't appear to be any friction between them whatsoever.

The arms were easy. Like for regular stockings, they worked the silk gently up my arms until the garment was clinging around my shoulders.

I supposed we were essentially done. My stomach was covered, but my back was exposed to the air. The women would likely have to fasten some clasps all the way up my spine, I'd guessed, to close it up. That's how the tiny garment was made to fit, I presumed.

"OK, so it's pretty bunched up here in front of me, Savannah. Do you want to adjust it?"

I guess I wasn't paying much attention to the shape of the body stocking. I was laser focused on the process of getting my hands and arms and shoulders into the incredibly tight frame. And to be frank, I couldn't resist feeling my body with my silky hands. But when I looked down at my chest, I noticed something I hadn't seen before. Something that startled me.

A hood.

It didn't appear to have any openings.

Like a condom.

Astonished, I looked at Savannah, but she was looking at Calithea. This was not good. There was no way I was going to let them put that over my head. I didn't care if these women had ten times my strength. It wasn't going to happen.

Savannah noticed my hesitation. But before she could act, the silk hood erupted into motion. I grabbed at it with both hands, but the hood was too slippery. With the speed of a cobra, it slid out of my grasp, swooped over my head, and closed around my neck.

"What's this?" I cried out to the Fems. "You've lied to me!"

The hood was transparent; I could see through the mesh fabric of the silk. But I was entirely enclosed within it. My eyes, even my mouth were encased in its skin tight embrace. In fact, my entire body was enveloped in it, except for my back. Nearly my entire back was exposed to the air. My exit, thank god.

Savannah gave me a hard shove, driving me back onto the bed.

"Relax," she said, her voice with a distinct edge to it. "It's all part of the plan."

"Look," Calithea said, pointing at me. "She's starting."

The silk all around my body began to ripple and undulate. Tiny electric shocks sparked on every square centimeter of my body. The silk was tightening around some parts of my body, equalizing the intense hydraulic pressure all around me. I could feel the opening at my back closing rapidly.

There was only one explanation.

"This thing's alive?!" I screamed.

END OF CHAPTER ONE