The gimp lifted the catsuit from the box, feeling the cool, supple material slide against its skin. Standing, he carefully stepped one foot inside. The latex clung instantly, molding his feet like a second skin as it slid up its calf, then the other leg, encasing both in a perfect seal.

The master watched intently, eyes dark with satisfaction. "Take your time. Feel it."

The gimp did as told, savoring every moment as it pulled the suit higher, over its thighs, hips, and torso. The tight embrace of latex sent waves of exhilaration through its body. With a deep breath, it guided its arms into the sleeves, flexing its fingers as the gloves seamlessly fused with the suit.

"Good. Now, the hood," the master said.

The gimp stretched the hood over its head, aligning the eye holes with precision. The world darkened slightly, the scent of latex spread all over his body.

The master approached, fingers tracing the shape of the hood. "Look at you," he murmured.

The gimp flexed its fingers, twisting its body slightly, feeling the latex—tight, smooth, perfect.

The master reached for the zipper, pulling it up the last inch. "There. Sealed. How do you feel?"

The gimp turned, its masked gaze locking onto master. "Like I was meant for this, Master."

The master smirked, running hand down its chest. "You were. And now, you’re mine."