“Why do all the women's costumes have to be slutty?” Renee asked, scanning the aisles of the Halloween store as she and Marcus browsed.
“Oh, I don't know about that. Look at this one,” Marcus lifted the packaged costume from its hook, holding it towards her to better display its features “Clearly Catwoman here needs a sleek, tight fitting outfit for maximum stealth on her missions, wouldn't you agree?”
Renee cast a critical eye over the costume and the attached label. The model wore a pair of cheap fuzzy cat ears attached to a headband, her long blonde hair cascading over a sleek black spandex catsuit with a ¾ front zip. Naturally, she was also wearing high heeled boots and holding a cheap leather whip at her side. Her expression left no question as to whether she was a good cat or a naughty cat, as she winked and playfully bit her lower lip *Accessories sold separately* was written in fine print along the bottom of the label. “Do you really think that a tight black catsuit isn't slutty?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Marcus feigned ignorance, “This is clearly a functional outfit. After all, what kind of respectable cat burglar would get caught by a loose piece of clothing catching on a protruding nail or some such? This is clearly a working outfit, if you think that’s slutty, that probably says more about you than it does about the costume." He paused, examining the label again more closely. “Unrelated to all that, what size do you think you would be in this one? Purely for research purposes, of course.” He turned his attention back to the racks, examining the available sizes.
Renee huffed and rolled her eyes. “In your dreams Mister, I’m not dressing as Catwoman for Halloween.”
“Not even for a more private celebration?” Marcus waggled his eyebrows, ever hopeful.
“Definitely not, put that thing back. Besides, the quality is terrible for what they’re charging.” Renee turned back to browsing, approaching the animatronic displays.
Sighing, Marcus replaced the costume on the hook. One of these days, I’ll get her into a catsuit. Just gotta play my cards right. Matching her pace, they approached the displays together, laughing together as she flinched when a green zombie figure lurched towards her after stepping on the trigger pad. They continued through the store, examining the various costumes, props, makeup and masks on display. Renee lifted a black, pointed witch’s hat, settling it on her head and striking what Marcus assumed was her scariest pose, holding her arms in front of her like a praying mantis and baring her teeth. “What do you think of this one, my pretty?”, she asked, in her best witch’s croak.
“I like it. Let me guess, slutty witch?”
She batted him playfully on the arm, “No, just regular witch,” she said, her voice returning to normal.
Marcus held up a packaged costume “In that case, you probably need the rest of the outfit, I don’t know if the hat alone is enough to really sell the look. This one looks nice.” The title of the costume read Sassy Witch, and the model wore a tight fitting black minidress with long sleeves. The skirt barely covered the mid-point of her thighs, and her cleavage was prominently displayed with the low-cut neckline. Black and white striped thigh-high stockings covered her legs, along with black chunky heels. A pointed black hat completed the look, just so that there could be no question as to the costume’s intended subject matter.
“See? This is exactly what I’m talking about. Why can’t she just be a regular witch. Sassy witch? Might as well read slutty.” Renee grabbed the costume from his hand, pointedly returning it to the shelf.
“That model’s just not as classy as you are baby, I really think you can make that look work. I’m getting Elvira vibes just looking at it.” Marcus eyed the costume hopefully, picturing Renee wearing it.
“Ah yes, Elvira, famously known for her utter lack of sex appeal. Honestly, this is why I can’t take you costume shopping with me.”
“Fine, I won’t suggest any more costumes for you…at this store.” Marcus added, under his breath.
“What was that?” Renee eyed him skeptically, still wearing the hat.
“Nothing my dear, nothing at all. I’m more than willing to compromise. Do you see anything here that you’d like to see me wear? Could be fun, you pick my costume and I pick yours?”
Renee crossed her arms, tapping her foot as she regarded him cooly. “I know you’re up to something.”
“Not at all, I just figured it could be a fun opportunity for us both. I’m not sure if this store is really the right choice though, I saw another one nearby that might have some other options.”
“Oh?” Renee was unmoved, still skeptical of his motivations.
“Trust me, I saw another place close by. Let’s have a look, I promise you won’t regret it.”
“Fine, but I’m keeping the hat.”
He chuckled, “Of course, it looks great on you. And just think of all the places that you could wear it.”
Stopping at the counter, Marcus paid for the hat. $40 for this? Unbelievable, what a racket they have here. Tucking the witch’s hat into a reusable shopping bag, they walked together through the plaza, making their way towards a small shop at the far corner. Marcus had spied the sign on their way in and it had stuck in his head. Hex Appeal. Looks promising, let’s see if the selection matches the name.
With a newfound spring in his step, they strolled together, chatting idly as they approached the store. The sign announced itself with Gothic lettering on a black backdrop. Arcane symbols, also in red, adorned the background. Maybe owing to the fact that it was still mid-day, the store looked empty. A pale plastic mannequin stood over a black iron cauldron in the window display, holding a long, ancient looking wooden broom in one hand, the other hand positioned on her hip. An elegant, long-sleeved black velvet dress adorned the mannequin, flowing all the way to the floor. A black lace choker with a carved ivory bust sat around her neck, and a beautiful black felt pointed hat sat on her head.
Renee leaned forwards, admiring the window display “See? That’s what I’m talking about, that’s the kind of costume that I’m looking for. Who says that a witch’s costume has to be slutty?”
“It does look to be much higher quality than the other store. Let’s check it out.”
An old fashioned bell dinged over the frame as they opened the door, stepping inside. A rich smell of incense greeted them, providing a nice sense of immediate warmth to the shop. Numerous displays greeted them near the entrance and they began to browse, admiring the collection of spell candles, crystals and charms. Maybe this isn’t the kind of store I thought it was. Still pretty neat though, Marcus thought, as he examined a small cloth Voodoo doll, turning it over carefully in his hand.
“Good afternoon, can I help you two find anything?” A low, melodious voice interrupted Marcus’s thoughts, and he and Renee both turned towards the source. A tall, statuesque redhead appeared before them, emerging from somewhere towards the back of the store. She wore a forest green dress with a plunging neckline that emphasized her curves, with a small collection of crystal pendants hanging between her ample breasts. Freckles dotted her high cheekbones, and her sparkling emerald green eyes were full of intelligence.
Momentarily stunned by the woman’s beauty, Marcus stumbled over his words. “Yeah, um, I hope we’re in the right spot. We’re doing some costume shopping, I saw your sign from the street and thought you might have something…” Marcus trailed off as he met the woman’s eyes, coming back down to earth as Renee backhanded his arm, a little less playfully than before.
A warm smile graced her lips, “Ah yes, I always get customers around this time of year searching for their perfect costume. As it happens,” she continued, ignoring that Marcus was rubbing his arm as Renee stared daggers at him, “I do have a selection of some very unique, very high quality items here, towards the back of the store.” She gestured deeper into the darker recesses of the store and Marcus followed immediately.
“Put it back in your pants, Mister, you’re drooling.” Renee growled at him, under her breath.
“Sorry, sorry, just…uh, yeah. Sorry.” Marcus tried to gather himself as they followed the gorgeous redhead further into the aisle. Shaking his head to clear it, he tried to collect himself as they passed shelves containing more and more esoteric items. Why is this woman having this effect on me? It’s not like she’s the first beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Get a hold of yourself man.
Reaching the back of the store, the woman extended her arm, displaying multiple racks of clothing. Gone were the cheap plastic packages and labels, every item appeared to be high quality and well made. Looking at the clothing racks, Marcus noted a mostly monochromatic colour scheme, leaning heavily towards black, with some reds and whites interspersed between. Running his hands over the nearest rack, Marcus was pleasantly surprised to find that the majority of the fabrics were latex, with some PVC, spandex and velvet in between. Now this is what I’m talking about, the goth look really does it for me. Now for the hard part, talking Renee into something…
The redhead entered into her sales pitch “As you can see, I only carry the highest quality garments here. Each item is handcrafted by local artisans on consignment, and each piece is unique. I cater to a more discerning clientele than most shops.”, here she tipped a wink to both Marcus and Renee, “and customer satisfaction is our utmost concern. Please let me know if you have any questions and I’d be happy to help.”
Renee thanked the woman, asking for some time to browse. She nodded, introducing herself as Deirdre, before disappearing off back towards the front of the store. Turning back to Marcus, she asked “Are you okay? I thought we were going to have to roll your tongue back into your mouth.” A frown creased her brow and she crossed her arms.
Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, Marcus apologized again. “I’m sorry, truly, that’s not like me. It’s not every day you meet Jessica Rabbit in person though.”
Sighing, Renee rolled her eyes but uncrossed her arms. That’s a good sign, I hope. “You’re not wrong, she’s fucking hot, no question.” She began to browse through the clothing racks, examining the clothing with a critical eye. Holding the sleeve of a black latex catsuit, she turned towards him again, “I can see now why you picked this place.”
“In my own defense, I didn’t know that this was a fetish shop.” Although I did secretly hope, Marcus thought to himself. “Truce? I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He was already considering how best to smooth over his indiscretion. “I do believe there was the matter of choosing each other’s costumes…”
Renee laughed, shaking her head “Do you ever think about anything other than sex?”
“Of course. It just so happens that it’s always there in the background.”
“Fine, if we can find something that we like and fits, then we can pick each other’s costumes. But, I reserve the right to veto power.” Renee turned back to the clothing racks, examining several pieces and checking the tags for sizing.
Needing no further persuasion, Marcus turned his own attention to the racks, working opposite of Renee. There wasn't an especially large selection to choose from, and he began to formulate a plan as he browsed. Selecting a long, black velvet dress with long sleeves and a modest neckline, he examined the tag. Perfect, just like the one on the mannequin. I know she'll love this one. What about two costumes? One for the streets, and one for the sheets.
Chuckling to himself, he draped the dress over his arm and browsed the accessories, hoping to find a matching necklace as he watched Renee over his shoulder. Locating the identical black lace choker, he watched as she continued through the racks, browsing through multiple pieces like she was on a mission. He returned to the catsuit rack, examining a basic black latex number. The texture was incredible, like jelly between his fingers. He pictured Renee wearing it, the tight rubber squeezing her in all the right places and he felt his cock stirring against his thigh.
“I see that you've made a selection. It's an excellent choice and very well crafted.” Deirdre's voice startled him out of his daydream, bringing him back to reality.
“Uh, thanks.” He stammered, feeling suddenly embarrassed and positioning his arm so the dress would conceal his growing erection. “My wife was very impressed with the window display,” he continued, pointing towards the dress and necklace he held in his left hand. “I think it'll be perfect for our upcoming party.”
Deirdre smiled, her piercing green eyes regarding him slyly “Of course, an excellent choice. This will look wonderful on your wife.” She reached towards the dress, rubbing the fabric between her fingers. “And the choker completes the ensemble beautifully. I see that you're also admiring one of the catsuits. Do you have any questions?”
A flush rose in his cheeks. Shit, why am I embarrassed? Obviously she knows what she's selling here. “Uh, yeah, it looks really cool.” Cool? Seriously? Get a hold of yourself man. “I was just wondering if it would need dressing aid or something like that?”
“Not at all. All of our latex pieces are chlorinated, it makes them much easier to put on. Perhaps you'd like to try something on?”
“Uh, no, not me, actually. I was looking at this for my wife.”
As if summoned, Renee returned from her browsing. “My dear husband, I hope you're not bothering Deirdre here with your questions?” Her glare spoke volumes, and Marcus gulped, swallowing thickly.
“Not at all, I couldn't help but notice that your husband—” here Deirdre paused expectantly, waiting for Renee to fill in the blank.
“Marcus.” Renee said, through gritted teeth as he pointedly looked in every direction but at Deirdre.
“Yes, Marcus here was admiring some of our finer latex pieces and I thought I might be able to assist.”
Renee laughed, breaking the tension. “I'm sure he was admiring. Let him keep admiring though, I don't think a catsuit is really my style.”
“Oh, I disagree.” Deirdre stepped closer, reaching out to touch Renee lightly on her shoulder, looking her up and down. “You have a simply beautiful figure, and a properly fitted catsuit will do wonders to showcase it.” Renee blushed slightly at the compliment, and turned her eyes towards the floor. See? Marcus thought to himself, even you're at a loss for words around her. I appreciate the assist though, maybe with this woman's help I can finally talk you into this.
Deirdre stepped back, eyeing Renee up and down as she cupped her chin. “Yes, I can picture it now. I have just the item for you, if you're willing to indulge me.”
Stumbling over her words, Renee agreed and thanked Deirdre, who turned quickly to another rack, deftly selecting the right catsuit. Gripping the hanger, she stepped closer to Renee, holding the suit against her body to gauge the size. “Yes, you'll look absolutely stunning in this, I'm sure of it.”
“Thanks, but I really don't know if this is for me.” Renee stammered, her blush intensifying.
“Many of my clients think that at first. That's why you must try it on and see for yourself.”
“Here? Right now?” Feeling self conscious, Renee crossed her arms over her breasts.
“Of course! You're the only two in the store, and I have a fitting room available for you.” She turned and looked towards Marcus, “and wouldn't it be wonderful to leave your husband with that image? I'm sure he'll be willing to do anything you ask to see you in it again.”
Renee grinned, a predatory smirk, and Marcus gulped. Be careful what you wish for, I guess.
Taking the offered catsuit, Renee handed him the small bundle of black latex she held in her arms before she was led away by Deirdre to the fitting room. Deirdre returned alone, approaching Marcus and eyeing the items in his hands.
“I couldn't help but overhear your plans with your wife. Couples costume, I assume. Let's see what she's selected for you.” Marcus nodded, now taking notice of the small black bundle in his arms. It was a pair of thick latex shorts featuring a crotch zipper, running all the way from the front to the rear, with three sliders. Belts with locking buckles were located at the waist and bottom of both leg openings.
“Ah, a woman of exquisite taste. These are a lovely pair of chastity shorts, quite impossible to remove once locked on.” Making eye contact with him, she continued “I get the distinct impression it's not the garment you had in mind though.”
“What do you mean?”
“The catsuit you were inspecting earlier happens to be a men's model, and if I'm not mistaken,” she stepped back, eyeing him from head to toe “just your size. What luck!”
Marcus began to stammer an excuse, but paused. Wait, is that what I wanted? Fuck, it's hard to think around this woman. He found himself following blindly as she led him back to the racks, where she lifted the catsuit against him, her hands caressing the latex. “Yes, I believe that will be a perfect fit for you. Why don't you try it on now?” Marcus looked around the store, feeling self conscious. The shop remained deserted, still just the two of them and the strangely intoxicating Deirdre. I get the feeling this woman could talk me into anything.
Deirdre remained in front of him, silent but for a questioning look on her face. “Yeah, sure, ok, I'll try it on.”
“Wonderful!” Deirdre clapped her hands together, “you two will make quite the pair. I can't wait to see.”
A rustling of a curtain announced Renee's return, and Marcus felt his jaw drop as she emerged. The suit encompassed her whole body, from her neck to her ankles. She had pulled her hair into a ponytail, and she posed with her hands on her hips, turning at an angle to show off her curves. It was like she had been dipped in oil, the way the latex clung to her, lifting her breasts and ass and giving her whole body a glossy sheen. As she cycled through a series of poses, Marcus wondered Who is this woman and what has she done with my wife? Gone were any signs of self-consciousness or embarrassment. She looked powerful, confident, and incredibly sexy. He struggled to hide his growing erection as she pivoted, showing off her ass in the skintight suit. Looking at him over her shoulder, she asked “How do I look?” before throwing him a wink.
“Absolutely incredible. I'd say more but I wouldn't want to offend Deirdre here.” Marcus couldn’t help but notice that the suit’s zipper ran all the way through the crotch, providing easy access to Renee’s most intimate areas. His mind was running wild with the possibilities.
Deirdre clapped slowly, “You look stunning my dear, simply marvelous. It's as if that suit was made for you.”
Renee turned her attention to the mirror, admiring her reflection. Her hands began to wander over her body, inspecting the fit, and Marcus tried to distract himself with thoughts of baseball as he imagined running his own hands over her body. His erection was becoming uncomfortable, but he didn't dare adjust himself with Deirdre present. Hell, if Deirdre wasn't here I wouldn't be able to stop myself from taking you right here and now.
Deirdre stepped behind Renee, once again eyeing her all over, commenting on the features of the suit and the fit. Silently observing, Marcus couldn't help but fantasize of the two women suddenly overcome by passion for each other and beginning to make out, and he adjusted himself under his pants as his erection grew rock hard, tugging uncomfortably.
As if sending his discomfort, Deirdre turned back towards him, a sly smile lifting the corners of her lips. “Marcus here was also admiring a similar outfit and I insisted that he also try it on before you make your selection. What do you think, dear?”
Renee also turned towards him, and Marcus felt like a mouse being regarded by two hungry cats. “Oh, absolutely.” Renee added, “I’d love to see that.”
Marcus still held the catsuit against him, awkwardly balancing the other clothing items. His cheeks flushed and he tried to make excuses, feeling self-conscious that his erection would be fully on display in a skintight catsuit.
Deirdre tsked and stepped towards him, taking the dress and necklace from his hands. She pressed the shorts into his hand and whispered “If you’re feeling self conscious, you can put the shorts on over top of the suit.” Stepping back, she announced, loudly, “Well? You’re not going to keep your lovely wife waiting, are you?”
Fuck it, why not? Glancing around to ensure that the shop was still otherwise empty, he stepped through a curtain at the back of the shop and into the fitting room, closing the door behind him. Renee’s clothes and purse already occupied one of the hooks mounted on the wall. Hanging the catsuit and shorts on one of the several convenient hooks, he began to strip down, taking off his t-shirt, jeans and shoes. Standing in his socks and underwear, his erection straining prominently against his underwear, he considered whether or not to strip fully nude. Shrugging, he pulled off his socks and underwear, leaving his clothing in a pile on a chair. Opening the zip of the catsuit, he ran his hands over the latex, feeling the incredible slippery and smooth sensation over his skin. Stepping into the first leg, he slid the fabric up to his calf, pausing as his heel popped through the ankle opening. Repeating the process for his other leg, he slowly pulled the suit higher, taking care to smooth out the wrinkles as he progressed up his legs. The sensation was incredible, and despite the lack of any dressing aid, he was shocked at how easily the suit slid onto him.
With the zip standing open, he slid his arms into the attached sleeves, shrugging his shoulders into place. His erection was still rock-hard, with pre-cum slowly dribbling from the tip. I’m definitely going to have to buy this afterwards, I’m guessing it’s a try and buy situation. I can’t imagine Deirdre’s cleaning these things between clients.
Sliding the zip upwards, Marcus tucked his cock against his belly, taking care that the zipper protector was properly positioned before bringing it all the way up to his neck. Turning from side to side and lifting his arms, he felt simply incredible. The suit pressed tightly against him on all sides, feeling like a full body hug without restricting his movement. Looking down, he could see the clear outline of his erect cock pressing against the skintight latex, and he felt a moment of embarrassment at the thought of emerging from the changing room in his current state. Remembering the shorts, he stepped into them, pulling them snugly around his hips before buckling the straps in place. The shorts were also incredibly tight, but fortunately the thicker latex reduced the clear outline of his cock to merely a noticeable bulge. Closing his eyes, he tried to distract himself by thinking about literally anything else and hoping his erection would subside. Unfortunately, his dick was not cooperating and remained stubbornly erect, the bulge definitely noticeable despite the double layers of latex covering it. This sensation definitely isn’t helping matters. After a few moments of internal debate and consideration, he decided just to lean into it. Fuck it, they’re both grown women, surely they can’t be terribly offended at the sight of an aroused man, especially with his wife is prancing around in her own skintight latex catsuit.
Exiting the change room, Marcus drew back the curtain and was met by the eager faces of both Renee and Deirdre. Renee grinned as her eyes met his and she bit her lower lip playfully. “Ooh, I like that. Give us a little turn husband, let me see that cute butt.”
Ever eager to please, Marcus complied, turning away to flaunt his assets and curling his arms into a bicep flex. He heard Renee giggle and Deirdre commented “Absolutely fantastic, what a wonderful fit!” Marcus felt a rush of endorphins, and he admired his reflection in the mirror. The latex clung to him, highlighting his toned body underneath. He felt both powerful and sleek, like a comic book superhero. Goddamn, he felt downright sexy, and he had to resist the urge to stroke his cock underneath the layers of latex covering it. Renee trotted over to him, hugging him tightly and pulling him into a kiss. Returning the hug just as tightly, their hands both began to run over each other’s bodies, stroking and caressing each other through the figure-hugging suits.
“Ahem.” Deirdre cleared her throat, interrupting their makeout session. “Excuse me lovebirds, I fully understand the temptation, but I think we’ve reached the maximum of what’s appropriate given the current circumstances.”
Both Renee and Marcus pulled away, their eyes glazed before coming back down to reality. Marcus laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m acting like a teenager right now. Renee too looked embarrassed, her cheeks flushed and her eyes downcast, as if she had just been chastised by a teacher. Despite chastising them, Deirdre wore a sly grin and there was a mischievous gleam in her eye. “I take it you’re both interested in purchasing these items?”
Renee immediately answered for the both of them, the flush in her cheeks a dead giveaway. “Oh yes, we're very interested. I think we'll take it all.”
Marcus groaned internally, dreading the thought of the price tag for everything they'd selected. He met Renee's eyes and she looked up at him before biting her lower lip and sliding her hand down his chest. “Right, husband?” Any resolve he might have had melted in that moment, and between both Renee and Deirdre, he was putty in their hands.
“Wonderful, simply wonderful! And if I might add,” Deirdre grinned, her face delighted “you two make an incredibly sexy couple in your matching suits. Will you be wearing them out of the store?”
Both Marcus and Renee blushed at the thought of walking back to the car in their current state. “Uh, no, I don't think so.” Marcus stammered, his erection still clearly evident.
“What a pity. Of course, I understand. Not everyone is comfortable with latex fashion in public.” Deirdre frowned before her smile returned, as bright as ever. “Once you two are changed, I'd be happy to wrap your purchases for you. I do love to take care of my special customers, such as yourselves.”
“Ladies first.” Renee announced, and she quickly disappeared through the curtain to change back into her street clothes, leaving Marcus alone with his thoughts…and Deirdre. She sidled up closer to him, adopting a conspiratorial tone.
“I wonder if you might be interested in some of our other offerings? Clearly, neither of you are in any need of a love spell, but I do have some other options that might intrigue you.”
Marcus chuckled nervously, not wanting to offend the gorgeous woman. “I don't really believe in that stuff, seems a little hokey to me.”
Her expression was serious as she replied “I can assure you that whether you believe it or not, I have a great track record in this respect. In fact,” she met his eyes with an unexpected intensity, “all my wares have a 100% satisfaction guarantee. I promise that you'll be satisfied with your purchase, or you can return for a full refund.” Her expression softened, a tight lipped smile returning to her lips. “Would you like to see some of the options?”
Marcus nodded, not trusting his tongue to cooperate, and he followed her obediently as she escorted him towards the front of the store. As the front window came back into view, he felt a flash of embarrassment, not wanting to be seen in full fetish gear, but Deirdre seemed unaffected by his embarrassment and the store was still mercifully empty.
Holding up a large, pink coloured candle, she turned back towards him, extolling the features of this particular item. “This contains a relatively simple arousal spell. You need only light the candle and anyone within the six foot radius will find themselves overcome with lust for as long as it burns. It has a roughly six hour burn time, so I'd recommend not burning it all in one sitting.”
Marcus laughed, unable to hold back his skepticism. “Just light a candle and instantly horny? How does it work?”
Deirdre's teeth flashed behind her smile, and Marcus noticed for the first time her remarkable canine teeth. “The spell components are incorporated into the candle, I've simplified the process for a novice to work merely by lighting it.” She stepped closer, her voice purring “I promise you it's been extensively tested.” Her hand idly toyed up and down the length of the candle, her meaning unmistakable.
Marcus felt like he was about to swallow his tongue, and managed to squeak out a “Sounds interesting”, clasping his hands together over his crotch. “I'll add it to your purchase then.” She placed the candle on the counter, next to the register.
Returning to the shelf, Deirdre removed a dark red candle, holding it out towards Marcus. “This is one of my personal favourites,” she began, “it magnifies the sensitivity of anyone within the area of effect. A simple touch becomes infinitely more, plus, it has the added bonus of making anyone multi-orgasmic.” She held his gaze, daring him to challenge her claim.
“Does this one also carry your 100% percent guarantee?” His tone was sarcastic, but he fidgeted nervously, feeling uncomfortable under her piercing gaze. “Absolutely, everything in the store is covered. I assure you, you won't be disappointed.” She placed the second candle on the counter, next to the pink one. Pausing, she looked back over her shoulder “I would caution you against using these items together, the combined effect can be quite…overwhelming.” Marcus tried to hide his skepticism, covering his scoff with a cough. Deirdre frowned, her eyebrows knitting together. “I get the distinct impression you're unconvinced. In that case, I have another spell that I'm sure you'll enjoy.”
Returning to the shelf, she removed a thick, black candle. This one was far more ornate than the other two, with a rough, melted looking surface and a fine silver chain wrapped around the base.
“This particular spell provides a truly unique experience. It will burn for about 72 hours, and is reserved for only my most discerning clients.” She emphasized the last part with a predatory grin, and Marcus began to wonder if Deirdre was more than a little flaky. Love spells? What kind of nonsense is this? He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her to name some exorbitant price for her “magic” candles. “Let me guess, you're going to offer me a discount on this one, sort of a package deal?” He asked, chuckling.
Her grin grew wider, “Not exactly, no. This one is yours, free of charge. I promise you it'll be an experience you'll never forget.”
“How very kind of you.” Marcus replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. As she set the third candle on the counter, he felt a mild sense of curiosity. I guess there’s no harm in humouring her, at least until we’re out of the shop. “What's it supposed to do, anyways?”
Deirdre's smile was fixed as she met his gaze. “I haven’t been able to settle on a name for this particular spell, although I have been playing around with several options. I’ve been thinking about calling it —” her thought was interrupted by Renee, who had just arrived at the counter, catsuit draped over her arm and carrying the shopping bag with her witch’s hat. “All done," she announced. Renee paused, looking Marcus up and down, a devilish grin on her face. “You should wear that out to the car.”
He laughed nervously, not sure if she was serious or not. It can be hard to tell with her sometimes. “I don’t think so, I’d prefer not to violate any decency laws, at least during the daylight hours.” At this point, he noticed that the dress and choker he’d selected earlier were already on the counter, placed there by Deirde, no doubt. He felt his wallet getting lighter already Man, she must have seen me coming. I feel like I’ve got sucker written across my forehead. Trudging to the back of the store, he entered the change room, peeling off both the shorts and the catsuit before folding them neatly. As he stepped back into his street clothes, he felt foolish that he had so easily played into Deirdre’s hands. She must be used to it, I’m sure she has no problem manipulating men. Taking solace in the fact that he was now going to be able to see Renee in her own catsuit, hopefully fairly regularly, he shook off the negative thoughts and emerged from the changing room with a spring in his step, looking forward to a more private viewing tonight.
As he approached the counter, he saw both women with their heads together, Deirdre whispering to Renee. Renee’s eyes were sparkling with what he hoped was glee, and they both laughed as he came into view, their looks predatory. “What are you two hens clucking about?”
“Don’t you worry about it, girl stuff.” was Renee’s reply, and her gaze lingered over the spell candles laid out on the counter. Feeling like he was missing out on some private joke, Marcus sighed, pulling out his wallet as he approached the counter. Deirdre held up a hand to stop him. “Just one moment, please, let me wrap your purchases for you. It’s the least I can do, you two have really made my day.”
“I bet you say that to all your customers.” Marcus’s reply was cynical, but Deirdre ignored his tone, gathering their items together in a flourish before carrying them towards the back of the store. “Feel free to browse a little more while I wrap these for you, you never know what you’ll find!” She threw back over her shoulder before disappearing behind the curtain.
Hands on her hips, Renee looked up at him, shaking her head. “I don’t know how it happened, but you somehow talked me into a slutty Halloween outfit. I never thought I’d see the day.” He noticed that she was sporting a crystal necklace around her neck, similar to one of the ones Deirdre was wearing.
Marcus laughed, the tension in his shoulders easing. “I think Deirdre deserves all the credit on that one. She wasn’t lying, you know. You really do look incredible in that suit.” he moved closer, his hand trailing down her arm “I can’t wait to see you in it again, in fact. Maybe when we get home?” He whispered the last part into her ear, his lips just barely brushing against her earlobe. She shivered as tingles shot down her spine, and she held him at arms length, pausing his advances, “Not yet, I’ve got a class tonight. You’re going to have to wait until after. And even then, only if you’re good, assuming that you can be.”
Marcus stood ramrod straight, snapping a salute “Yes ma’am. Absolutely ma’am, anything you say ma’am.” She batted him on the arm, playfully again this time. “Don’t call me ma’am.”
“Of course madam, whatever you say.” He grinned and she rolled her eyes, turning away to browse through the racks. She lingered over the spell candles, looking through the selection there. Marcus joined her, examining the display with a critical eye. “What do you think of these so-called spell candles? Deirdre was trying to sell me on them while you were in the change room, I think it’s all a bunch of hooey.”
“Funny you should say that, Deirdre was talking to me about them too while you were changing. I’m also skeptical, to say the least, but she seems pretty genuine in her belief.” Renee picked up a dark green candle, turning it over in her hands and examining the tag. “Envy? How is that a spell?” Turning back to Marcus, she added “Either way, we’re buying the candles too. This is a small, local, independent, woman-owned store, and we’ll be supporting her.” Her look left no room for argument, and Marcus was able to keep his sarcasm internal for once.
Returning with a large brown paper bag, Deirdre stepped behind the counter and began ringing up the purchases. Dreading this moment, Marcus examined the till and was pleasantly surprised to see that the total wasn’t as bad as he had anticipated, stopping well shy of the four figure mark. Handing over his credit card, Deirdre completed the transaction before tucking the receipt into the bag. As she handed it over, she slipped a business card inside. “I recognize that you both might be skeptical of my spells, but I am genuine when I say that everything is completely guaranteed. I hope to see you both again, I always love to hear my customer’s reviews.” Meeting Marcus’s eyes, she added “I’m especially interested to hear about your experience with the black candle, I’ve got a feeling it’ll make a believer out of you yet.” Her smile showed too many teeth, reminding him of a hungry predator. “Have a lovely day, both of you!”
Feeling like he was narrowly escaping a trap, Marcus hurried out of the store, with Renee trailing behind. “What was that about?”, she asked. “I don’t know, exactly. She was telling me about the other two candles, one for lust and the other one for sensitivity, claiming that it makes people multi-orgasmic.” He snorted, “I may have offended her with my skepticism, but I didn’t realize that she was that flaky before. Then she pulled out this big black candle and made all sorts of comments about it being an unforgettable experience. I still have no idea what it’s supposed to do. Probably smells like farts.”
“Let me see it.” Renee reached into the bag, rooting around until she found the candle. Turning it over in her hands, she sniffed it experimentally. “Doesn’t really smell like much, maybe a little like leather? Either way, there’s no tag on it, she didn’t mention it to me at all.”
“What do you say we go home and you can try on your outfit again? I feel like we were getting somewhere back at the store and I’d like to pick up where we left off.”
“Do you ever give up?” Renee laughed, and they entered the car, tossing their purchases on the back seat. “You’re going to have to wait until after my class, as I already said. Now quit pestering me about it, unless you want to wait until Christmas to see me in that thing.”
“Message received, loud and clear. Can’t blame a guy for trying though, right?” Renee rolled her eyes at him as he started the car, and their conversation turned to more mundane topics as they navigated home, stopping for a late lunch along the way. Pulling into the driveway, Marcus glanced at his watch. Hmm, Renee’s class is in about an hour. Like the song says, the waiting is the hardest part. Marcus was still riding the high from their mutual embrace in the shop earlier, and like an addict, he was trying to chase that feeling still. Pulling out the bag containing their purchases from the back seat, they entered the house together. Marcus brought the bag up to the bedroom and looked inside, just now appreciating Deirdre’s wrapping job. She had thoughtfully wrapped his items in blue tissue paper, and Renee’s items in pink. Colour-coded, that’s a nice touch.
Unwrapping his catsuit and shorts, he caressed them lovingly before hanging them in the closet, hopeful that they’d be making a reappearance tonight. Leaving Renee’s items still wrapped on the dresser, he figured she would likely want to unwrap them herself. Removing the three spell candles from the bag, he lined them up on the night stand, laughing to himself at Deirdre’s preposterous claims. If these candles do anything more than smell nice, I’ll eat my hat. Even still, they were pretty to look at, with the exception of the melted-looking black one, and at the very least they would help set the mood for his later plans.
Renee had busied herself with some light housework before her evening art class, and Marcus plopped himself in front of the TV, trying to distract himself from the now ever-present thoughts of Renee in her skintight latex catsuit. She disappeared into the bedroom, likely wanting to freshen up before heading to class. As he settled into the rhythm of a TV game show, she came back down the stairs, her make-up and hair freshly done for the other girls in the art class. Pausing, she eyed him slyly “I’ll be gone for about an hour. Why don’t you get ready for me before I get home? And then we can finish what we started in the store…”
His heart rate jumped, and he was practically panting as he nodded enthusiastically. “You don’t need to ask twice, your wish is my command.”
She laughed, “I thought as much. I left you a note on the bed, I’m sure you’ll be able to manage until I get back. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone, and I’ll see you soon.” She kissed him on the cheek and turned away, providing him a welcome view as she practically skipped to the front door. Oh darling wife, you know exactly what you’re doing to me.
Waiting until he heard her pull out of the driveway, he scrambled up the stairs, all thoughts of the TV show forgotten. Finding the handwritten note on the bed, he opened it and read the contents:
Dear husband,
I’m not the only one who looks good in a catsuit, so if you want to see me in mine, you better be in yours. Put the shorts on too, and lock them on. Leave the keys handy in case I decide to let you out ;) I know that the candles are probably bullshit, but a part of me is dying to find out. Why don’t we try the red one and the black one and see what happens.
I’ll be home soon and we’ll have some fun.
Love,
Renee
Marcus smiled as he read over the note, and his cock began to stiffen under his pants at the written promise that the note suggested. Not wanting to waste any time, he retrieved his catsuit and the chastity shorts from the closet, laying them out on the bed. He couldn't help but run his hands over the slick surfaces as he laid out both pieces. Stripping down, he discarded his clothing into a pile in the corner, and he began the methodical process of putting on the suit. First his left foot, then his right, the latex making a satisfying slurp as his heel pushed through the opening. Then, sliding his legs deeper, taking care to smooth out any wrinkles as he worked it over his thighs and up to his hips. Checking that the sliders were well positioned over his crotch, he pressed his arms into the sleeves before shrugging his shoulders into place. One long pull of the zipper, and he was sealed inside, with only his hands, feet and head exposed. Looking at himself in the mirror, he smoothed out any remaining wrinkles and was greeted by the sight of his black clad body staring back at him.
He grinned as he admired his reflection, the shiny latex clinging tightly to his muscles as he moved. He turned in place, ensuring that his “cute butt” that Renee enjoyed was looking its best. He did several air squats, marvelling at how well made the suit was and how it didn't restrict his movement, the suit sliding over his skin when pulled taut. There was no pinching or tugging, and he was shocked that something off the rack fit so well.
Moving into the shorts, Marcus tugged them into place. They seemed even tighter than in the store, and he had worked up a sweat by the time they were properly placed. He added three padlocks to the belts winding around his thighs and waist, snapping them into place and giving them a few experimental tugs. Those aren’t going anywhere. Admiring his reflection again, he felt that same surge he had felt in the shop, a heady mix of power and lust. She's right, this does look fucking hot.
Looking back towards the dresser, he noted that Renee's catsuit was absent, and she must have unwrapped it while he was in the other room. He began to fantasize about her wearing it under her street clothes, the outfit hidden under long sleeves and pants while the other women of her art class were unaware, and the mental image was almost too much to bear. Probably nothing that exciting, but still…something to keep in mind for another adventure.
Thinking back to what Deirdre had said about the shorts being inescapable, he doubted that the pliable rubber would really provide a true chastity experience, padlocks or not. He snapped the belts around his thighs and waist, testing the flex. The latex was a heavier gauge, but he was confident he could pull them off in the event of an emergency. Gotta say though, the visual is incredible.
Setting the keys for the locks on the bedside table, his eyes were drawn to the candles again. He sighed, rolling his eyes at the “promise” of their magical properties. I guess if Renee wants to try them, there's no harm. Besides, if nothing else, they are pretty and will help to set the mood.
Dimming the lights, he grabbed a box of matches. Striking one, he held the flame to the red candle. The wick caught, crackling as it ignited, and the flame began to flicker as he shook out the match. The flame glowed red, not the yellowish-orange colour that he expected, and he leaned closer to inspect it further. He sniffed the candle as it burned, and it was truly indescribable. There were notes of rose, strawberry and some other fruit, as well as some less pleasant scents, including copper and vinegar? He had never smelled anything like it, and it seemed to change every time he inhaled. As he breathed deeply, he felt his entire body beginning to tingle, starting at his scalp and running all the way down towards his feet, passing through him slowly in a wave. He gasped as it passed down his chest, his nipples hardening, and he moaned out loud as it passed through his groin, his tightly compressed cock sending a wave of tingling through the rest of his body. He put a hand onto the bed to steady himself as his knees trembled and he found himself breathing heavily, almost panting as he adjusted to the sensations. After a moment, he straightened again. He felt as though he might pass out as the suit slid over his skin, every touch of the latex firing his nerve endings all at once. He doubled over, trying to stay as still as possible as he breathed heavily. Holy shit, what is in this candle? She must have spiked it with something, this is wild.
Trying to slow his breathing, he slowly rose back to his feet, trying to move as slowly as possible. He was acutely aware of the latex suit, pressing against him on all sides, and the sensations were almost too intense for his mind to process. Cautiously, he moved his hand towards his crotch, curious to see how his touch would feel in his heightened state. As his palm brushed against his latex covered cock, he groaned and his knees buckled again as waves of pleasure crashed into him. He gritted his teeth, trying to resist the almost immediate need to cum and he felt a glorious pressure radiate through his belly. Wow, Deirdre was not joking about the effect of this candle. This is almost too much, I've got to get a grip before Renee gets home.
He gingerly rolled onto the bed, holding his arms at his sides and his legs firmly apart, trying to avoid any extra stimulation. His cock throbbed painfully under the suit, already begging for release. Laying flat on his back, he could feel every wrinkle in the bed sheet and each individual spring pressing against him. He rolled to his side to check the time and gasped as his cock slid inside the suit, the mix of pre-cum and sweat providing a well lubricated surface within. He moaned in ecstacy and an animal urge took over, his hands moving on their own down to his crotch. He began to rub himself over the shorts and the result was almost instantaneous. The orgasm crashed into him, taking his breath away and he threw his head back in a scream as his cock throbbed, shooting his load into the suit and onto his belly. He gripped the bedsheets tightly with his other hand as the waves of pleasure rolled over him, a continuous groan coming from his lips. He was trembling all over as the orgasm slowly began to subside and he rolled again to his back, panting heavily. He laid perfectly still as he tried to recover, his heart hammering away in his chest. As the fog lifted, he realized that he felt just as sensitive as before, and unbelievably, he was still hard, his cock still throbbing under its tight confines. Oh my God, that was unbelievable. I don't know what drugs Deirdre put in that candle but the effect is undeniable. Maybe she wasn't quite as flaky as I thought.
As he gathered his wits again, Marcus looked at the matchbox and the black candle again. He debated with himself for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of adding another element to the mix. Why not? If one is this good, two has got to be even better, right?
Throwing caution to the wind, he sat up slowly, every inch of his body tingling. Striking a second match, he held it to the wick of the black candle and waited. The flame danced and flickered beneath the cotton, and for a moment he wondered if it would catch. Suddenly, flame erupted from the wick, and a black flame shot upwards, launching nearly a foot into the air before dropping back down. Marcus flinched backward at the unexpected sight and moaned as the suit slid over his body again, every touch magnified.
An almost overwhelming scent of leather and latex permeated the air, and he laid back down onto the bed, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes. The intense smell began to dissipate, and he waited to see what effect this one would have. The black flame is a nice touch, I wonder how she did that?
Laying still for what felt like a few minutes, Marcus began to doubt the efficacy of the “special” candle, detecting no changes since he had lit it. Maybe I needed to be closer to it, inhale the vapours like I did the first one…He opened his eyes, glancing over at the bedside table. Both candles glowed their respective colours, the flames inexplicably dancing in the still air. He sighed, Oh well, one out of two ain't bad.
He felt a low rumbling sensation, which started subtly and then began to increase in intensity. The rumbling seemed to be limited to his suit, and it was practically vibrating after a moment. He moaned as the suit trembled against him, a cacophony of sensation overwhelming his senses. He barely noticed as the suit began to change shape, flowing over his hands and feet like water before solidifying. His hands were now balled into fists, the latex compressing them into tight mitts. His feet were only slightly better, the suit now reformed into a set of incorporated ballet boots, forcing his toes into an en pointe position. He felt a moment of panic as the neck of the suit flowed upwards, passing over his chin and creeping ever higher. He opened his mouth to scream and the latex slid inside, solidifying into a hard shape, pinning his tongue to the floor of his mouth. Every crevice of his mouth was filled with the flowing latex, stopping just short of his throat before it hardened in place, reducing his scream to a barely audible grunt. The latex continued to flow upwards, cutting off his sight and fully enveloping his head before solidifying into a full coverage hood. He pawed at his head ineffectually, the mitts gripping his hands tightly. Suddenly, the suit stopped its vibrating, leaving him helpless in his new predicament. He flexed his hands and feet against the stiff rubber now holding them in place, finding that his struggles were useless.
Feeling around blindly with his mittened fists, he tried to locate the suit’s zipper, hoping to find it still located high on his neck. Even with the added restriction of the mitts, he felt no seam in the suit, having closed completely around him. His skin skill tingling, he panted frantically through the nose holes of the hood, hoping that Renee would be able to free him when she returned home. Wait, maybe I can knock the candle over and put out the flame…Despite not believing in Deirdre’s earlier magical claims, he had to admit to himself that the second candle had delivered on its promise to make a believer out of him. A latex catsuit suddenly coming to life and trapping the wearer within does tend to have that effect.
Sitting up on the bed, he swung his arm blindly, hoping to make contact with the cursed black candle. His arm found only air, and he felt the rumbling sensation begin anew. Oh shit, what now? He didn’t have to wait long to find out, as the latex flowed again. He felt both of his arms pulled inexorably behind him, pinning them against his back in a boxtie position. He felt a strange slithering sensation as the suit formed into a sturdy pouch around them, sending shivers up his spine. He moaned into the gag as the suit sucked tightly around his arms, allowing no room to even struggle. He tried to swing his leg over the bed, attempting to try and escape the area of effect from the evil black candle. As if sensing his intentions, the suit flowed together around his legs, trapping them inside a single sheathe before solidifying again. He felt the tension as the air was sucked out, gluing his legs together tightly. Breathing heavily through his nose, Marcus fell backwards, flopping onto the bed, securely immobilized from head to toe. The suit continued its subtle vibration, the tingling sensation targeting different areas of his body as if alive. It started at the soles of his feet, gently tickling before targeting his nipples, feeling like a warm mouth sucking on them.
A groan escaped his lips, or at least tried to, as the sensations overwhelmed him again, his cock still rock hard and seemingly ready to go again. As if sensing his seemingly neverending arousal, the vibrations moved to his groin, the suit feeling like it was stroking his dick. Moaning in protest, he shook his head in vain as the sensations proved too great to resist. He released again in one, long, unending scream of ecstasy. To an outside observer, the scream was a barely audible mmmph, emitting from one very tightly tied, rubber covered man. His whole body stiffened as his cock shot another ropy strand of cum under his suit, the vibrations of the suit unrelenting. Despite his full body encasement, he must have managed too much movement for the suit’s liking, as the vibrations changed, moving towards his waist and neck simultaneously. He groaned as the restriction increased, the suit forming a posture collar around his neck and a corset around his waist, tightening until he felt that he could barely breathe.
Panting through his nose, Marcus found himself utterly helpless, pinned by the unrelenting pressure of the suit and the restraints it had formed around him. He flexed against the restraints, and managed to achieve, at most, a couple millimeters of movement. Marcus had been tied up before, many times, in fact, but he could safely say that he had never been this tightly tied in his life. I didn’t even know that this was possible, he thought as he struggled for breath under the tight corset.
Mercifully, the suit stilled its vibrations, settling for a gentle rippling over his nipples. He moaned in frustration, his cock still hard and throbbing with need for another orgasm. Ok Deirdre, you win. Magic is real, I’m sorry I doubted you. Now please stop this! He threw himself backwards against the surface of the bed, praying that he might somehow bounce out of bed and down the stairs. He managed a slight bounce of the bed’s surface, rocking up and down maybe an inch or two, and he sobbed in frustration. The suit, apparently not content with his already extreme level of restraint, began a rumbling vibration over his ears, and suddenly, total silence. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears and his own moans as the suit continued to toy with his overly sensitive body.
Slipping into a state of blissful torment as the suit continued to target his most sensitive spots, Marcus lost all track of time, entering a state of subspace as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. It could have been seconds or hours before he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, suddenly guiding him back to the present. He flinched and grunted, and his hearing began to clear as he made out “--ear me?”. He grunted twice and heard Renee’s voice clearly now “Can you hear me?”
Grunting once and approximating the closest thing he could to a nod, he felt her hands move down his chest, her fingers idly toying with his nipples. He groaned, his hips bucking with an unrelenting need as both she and the suit played with his sensitive body. “Good, I was worried you weren’t going to light the candles.” She laid on top of him, her hands roaming over his body. “You can be so insufferable sometimes. Deirdre was very offended by your behaviour at the shop, you know. She and I had a chat while you were changing, and she told me that you were very rude.”
Marcus grunted again, attempting to convey that he disagreed with this statement. He stiffened as an electric shock ran through the suit, moaning in pain at the unexpected jolt. “Don’t interrupt dear, you’ll have your chance.” She tweaked his nipple through the suit and he stilled, a low groan puffing up behind his gag. “She was ready to turn you into a newt!” Renee continued, apparently enjoying his slow torment. “Fortunately for you,” she said, trailing her hand over his rubber covered cock. His moan increased in pitch and he bucked, chasing her hand as she pulled away, “Deirdre and I managed to bond during our time together. I was able to convince her that I’d make sure you were properly punished.” Here she slapped his cock lightly and he stiffened in his cocoon, screaming into his gag. “That’s when she told me all about the black candle. See, I misled you earlier, she told me all about it. Detailed instructions, how it works, and how someone can remain unaffected by it.” Renee’s hands slipped underneath him, gripping his ass tightly. She rolled him over onto his belly, and he grunted in protest as he rolled rigidly, the posture collar and corset holding him stiffly. He struggled for breath, his nose mashed into the mattress and the gag filling his mouth uncomfortably. Renee’s finger traced between his ass cheeks, and he felt the suit vibrating in concert with her finger. The pressure was subtle at first as the latex prodded against his rectum. He moaned as it pressed inside him, forming inside him into a sizeable dildo shape. “Ooh, I think I could get used to this spell. This is so easy, and fun!” Marcus shouted into his gag, trying to shake his head. She rolled him onto his back, and he tried to calm his breathing as the dildo started to vibrate gently.
“Deirdre also told me the name of the spell that she settled on. Discipline, pretty fitting, right? I think you’re in need of some of that.” Marcus tried to protest, his gagged moans falling on deaf ears. “Oh, don’t you try that with me, mister. I’m still mad at you too, ogling another woman in front of your wife. You deserve everything that's coming to you.” Renee propped herself up on her elbow, using him as a body pillow as her other hand traced around his crotch. The vibrations from the dildo began to ramp up, and he felt it start to thrust back and forth inside him, the tip bumping against his prostate.
“I think another couple of hours like this is probably a good start.” She began to rub her palm over his wrapped cock vigorously, drawing another scream of pleasure from his gagged mouth as he came again, adding to the mix of semen and sweat already under his suit. Waves of pleasure shot through him as he writhed in his cocoon, the hood sucking tightly against his face as he struggled for breath.
Renee traced a finger over his lips and he felt the gag soften and withdraw, the hood sliding away to free his mouth again. He panted heavily, trying to get his breath back as the aftershocks of his third orgasm ran through him. He felt her straddle his head, her pussy agonizingly close as the panted for air. “You’re going to have to make it up to me.” Her voice was thick with lust, and he could smell her musk, tantalizing and heady.
Lowering herself onto his chin, his tongue dove into her folds and she gasped, the effect of the red candle rippling through her. Arching her back in pleasure, she came immediately, the shocking crash of the sensations driving her over the edge. For the first time in her life, Renee squirted, the silvery rush cascading over her husband’s head in a sudden flood. He sputtered, his own hips arching towards her in a vain attempt to fuck her. The suit held him as immobile as ever, administering a light shock to the soles of his feet before moving onto his nipples. Held firmly by the suit’s embrace, Marcus had no choice but to endure as Renee rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm above him, her cum filling his mouth and running down his chin.
The only rational thought that Marcus could recall as he slipped away into subspace was Wait, how long do these candles last?
The end