The Anthology of the Escapadeist

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I had ordered a suit online a week ago. Once the order had been confirmed, I only needed to wait for the notification-slip, letting me know the package is waiting for me in the mail.

The next day, I had picked up the package and verified that everything was included. A pair of panties, a top, a pair of full-length stockings and a pair of full-length gloves. Everything, just as I had specified; each garment quite complimentary and highly effeminate with exquisite details.

The package also includes a full set of tubes; anal, vaginal, oral and the all new belly button tube. No idea why it is included, but I guess they have a reason. I also find the set of special bonds, in the form of three pencils, looking like lip-liners. I guess it is a curious novelty, I could explore, if and when I choose to, once I am wearing the entire suit.

“That is all I had ordered!” I ponder, as I look at the items before me; only to notice that there is a second page, to the list of contents, and a small plastic bag containing a few more effects for me.

“That is odd, but I guess I take it!” I consider; “I can’t just send these back, can I?” I consider.

From what I could see; the contents are not strictly illegal, for me to own or possess. Guess I could have been mistaken, I am after all not the lawyer; or the expert on what is indeed legal, for me to possess.

In this case, maybe it is not what I should have been worried about; but what the effect these items would have upon me, if and when I had chosen to use them upon myself.

Of course, I will be using them; just as I know I am the one, I am applying them onto. Even if I may not know this just yet.

I had been looking forwards, to trying these out since I had first seen the items; now I am about, to finally put them on. Or, if I am slipping into them?

It is not so much, that I care if anyone can see me as such; it is just that I want to be left alone, while I am exploring the adventure before me. Maybe, just maybe; I will take these things down, with me later. After I had enjoyed this one, first adventure.

The ladder itself, is just a full six feet; just enough, for me to climb up. Now the ladder is pulled back; effectively blocking the hatch, almost as if it had been locked.

For a moment, I am standing on the floor, in the middle of the room. I slide another hatch right over the entrance to the room below.

“That should do it!” I mutter, with satisfaction.

The floor under my feet, is laid with a simple linoleum carpet. I those it, to make it look ordinary and bland. The walls are painted in a light greyish acrylic paint. I feel, it is the picture of bland. It had been an epiphany, as I realized it.

I walk over, to the sough door, opening it. Now I am stepping over the threshold, closing the door behind myself. Once inside, I can see the dark oaken door behind myself. The walls are laid with a pink cherry-wood panel, in the form of a four foot tall picket-fence.

The room has no window, but a door on each wall. With the door closed behind me, I had locked out the bland mirage between myself and the rest of the house. The rest of the world.

The ceiling is coated with a mate, black silicon; partially isolation and partially smothering the noises I did not need. The LED pin-prick light, in the form of a night-skape. Giving light to the room, just as it is giving me the feel of an out door camping. Maybe the effort had been just a bit excessive; but it had felt right, at the time. Now it is pointless, to pull it down.

The furnishing had been left Spartan, on purpose.

I continue to the next door before me, package in hand. I just open the door and step right into the next room, before I am closing the door behind me. This is the inner sanctum.

The floor is laid with dark oaken parquet, and the cherry wood panel is identical to the previous room.

The difference is, the bed on my right. Though there are no doors in this room.

For insulation, the floor had been coated with clear silicon; the very same used to coat the walls. It does give of a glossy surface, but is also completely fire-proof.

Since I had reached the inner sanctum, and closed the door behind me; I walk up to the bed, before I place the box on the night stand. It is time; to open the box and finally test the contents.

“Of course; I will have to undress, before I am trying this on!” I ponder.

I pull the garments, out of the box: panties, top, stockings and gloves; before I am stepping away from the box, preparing to disrobe.

Now I am unbuttoning the white blouse, placing it on a hanger. I slip the skirt down, stepping out of it; before I place it on a second hanger.

I slip the white cotton socks off of my feet, right and left, leaving them on the foot end of the bed.

With the socks off of my feet, I slip the panties down, step out of them and leave them on the bed. Now I slip the top up over my head, before I place it on the bed; finding myself nude, since I had just finished disrobing.

“There..” I mumble; “guess it is time to try the suit on!” I continue.

“Where do I start?” I ponder, as I am scanning the selection of garments; “The panties are looking like a good start!” I conclude, as I am reaching for the semi-transparent, light skin-tone panties before me.

“Put on a garment, before applying the bond!” the instruction reads.

“Okay!” I mumble, as I am picking up the panties before me.

“These should be the first garment, to put on!” I consider; and pick up the garment.

“These are part of the red suit, for a female such as myself!” I ponder; noticing the red, inner lining of these panties I am holding in my right hand.

Now I am lifting up my right foot, stepping right into the panties; before I lift up my left foot and pull the panties all the way up. Only affording the garments a few tentative tugs, in order to assure the perfect fit: once, twice and thrice. There; I feel the garment slipping into place, adjusting in order to give me the promised fit. They are covering, or coating my hips comfortably; only leaving me with the hint of artifice, and a beautifully glossy surface.

“Okay; time to apply the bond, just as the manual suggested!” I ponder; as I pick up the pencil, in my right hand.

“Here goes!” I mumble, as I draw a line along the upper rim of the panties.

As I draw the line, I notice how the material of the panties are bonding to my skin, with a flawless and next to invisible seam. I can’t just pull the panties of, now; or, could I?

I continue; applying the line along the lower rim, for the right and left leg respectively. Now the panties have bonded effectively, to my body. I really have nothing to grip; if I had changed my mind, trying to pull the garment off of me now.

The top, comes next; as I pick it up, pulling it down over my head. Affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. I once more pick up the pencil; drawing a line at the rim between the panties and the top, bonding the two garments together. Only to continue; drawing a line along the rip of each sleeve: right and left, respectively. Finishing the work; by applying the liner, along the rim along the neckline.

“The suit is covering my entire body; almost like a bathing-suit, once I can’t just pull off of me!” I ponder.
Of course, I had failed to notice any changes; but maybe, they will be more obvious soon enough.

“It is time, I try out my stockings; full-length toe-stockings just as I ordered, even if I had worried they would have issues with the fit!” I ponder, giggling at the worries now.

Just that one always worry, about the fit of the stockings. The more detailed the garment, the more details that could be just slightly of. Even if I had supplied very specific measurements.

“Okay!” I mumble; “Here goes, nothing!” I continue, as I am picking up the right stocking.

I lift up my right foot, pulling the foot into the entrance; before I am pulling the stocking up, affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. In order to ensure that delicious, perfect fit.

I feel the material clinging to my skin, as I am pulling it up; just as I feel its wet interior swallowing me inch by inch. The further I am pulling, the tighter the stocking feels; almost like the finger-trap, I had heard of by never bothered to try out. A pointless gadget, in my opinion.

As I had pulled the stocking all the way up, I notice it is reaching the edge of the panties. I pick up the pencil, once more; drawing a line along the border between the stocking and the panties, bonding the two garments together. If only I had realized: that it is bonding the stocking onto my skin; independently, of bonding it with the panties.

With the right foot, firmly on the floor; I am lifting my left foot, slipping it into the left stocking. I afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Finally, bonding the stocking to the panties I am already wearing.

“Whoa!” I exclaim; “That was fast, too fast for my comfort!” I realize.

As I look down, at my feet; I can see the effect, the stockings is having on me. The distinctively anime-styled toe-nails, long toes but short girlish feet. My legs and feet; perfectly smooth and hairless, just as I like it. It is almost; as if this had been my reason for ordering, and the purpose of wearing them?

While the surface of the garments had felt a bit slippery; I soon realize, it is not an issue. I can stand up, without fearing to slip and fall. How embarrassing that would have been for me; even if i know, there isn’t anyone to see me fall.

“Time for the gloves!” I mumble; “Then I just have the tubes, to insert; before I can bond them into place and consider myself fully dressed!” I ponder.

Like before, I am picking up the right glove first; slipping my hand in, pulling the sleeve all the way up. I feel the slippery surface clinging to my skin, as it is hugging my arm tightly. In the end, I just afford the glove a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“There!” I mumble; “That feels pretty good!” I ponder; as I grip the pencil and draw the line along the border of the glove, effectively bonging it onto the top I am already wearing.

Now I am picking up the left glove. Not the left-over glove. I slip my left hand into the glove, before I am pulling it up all the way; only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. With that, I pick up the pencil one final time; drawing the line along the border of the glove, effectively bonding the glove onto the top and my body.

There, that was easy; too easy, maybe.

I put the pencil back, as I am done with it. It had been set to bond the garments together; but with a simple adjustment, I could make it break the bond so I can take these garments off of me again.

“Tube me up, please!” I exclaim, as if I intended to tease myself.

I extend my right hand, picking up the anal tube; reaching in between my legs and slip it in. Now, that was indeed easy. It feels a bit wet, slippery; but is strangely warm, almost as if it had been alive.

Now I pull my hand back, picking up the pencil, marked: “Master Bond”; slipping my right hand back, drawing the line with some effort, bonding the tube into my rear orifice.

At first, I had felt the rubbery tube enter me and eagerly slip in; before I feel the membrane extending further and further in, as it plunges itself all the way in.

Of course, now it too late to pull it back out, in the hopes I could have extracted the tube.

“Oo-oo-oo-oo-oh!” I exclaim, as the tube slides in into me; pushing outwards, as I find myself contracting around it.

“That..” I exclaim, “was intense..” I continue; “and delightfully enjoyable!” I conclude, only interrupted by pants.

“I..” I exclaim; “certainly had..” I continue; “not expected that!” I conclude.

I had never been the anally stimulated girl, before. Not that I had put too much effort, into exploring this; but still, I am sure I should have realized it if it had been a thing. Shouldn’t I?

Now I extend my right hand, picking up the vaginal tube; reaching down towards my crouch, fully expecting the same experienced repeated. I slide the tube in, into my vagina; feeling the stiff rubbery material slipping right in into me effortlessly.

“Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh!!” I exclaim, as the tube slides in into me; pushing outwards, as I find myself contracting around it.

“That..” I exclaim, “was intense..” I continue; “and delightfully enjoyable!” I conclude, only interrupted by pants.

“I..” I exclaim; “certainly had..” I continue; “not expected it..” I continue; “quite this powerful!” I conclude, taken aback, by just how intense the experience had gripped me.

I could feel the tube enter, and its membrane continuing further and further in; making me imagining: that it had reached all the way in, to the very bottom of my vagina.

As the sensation is ebbing out; I reach for the pencil, reach down for my crouch and draw the line that is bonding the tube to the panties.

As I am bonding the tube to the panties, I bond the tube to my very own flesh; now I also feel how the tube is stretching out to reach the edge of my panties, while the panties are stretching out to reach the tube. In the process; an orchid is forming and developing, consuming the outer parts of my vagina. The stiff, rubbery petals are a bright cerise hue; their surface coarse to enhance my sensitivity.

While the initial effect, of bonding my anal tube to my panties had appeared to be the same, there is no outwards changes, I can point at. I just can not put a finger to it.

I put the pencil back, before I extend my right hand towards the third and unexplained tube, included in the set. I pick it up, pulling my hand back; inserting the tube, feeling it slip into my belly button. I had read the instructions, but this had never been explained.

It merely states, that the tube needs to be inserted into my belly button; then bonded, with the master-bond. I had followed the instructions, bonding the tube to the suit.

“Oo-oo-oo-oo-oh!” I exclaim, as the tube slides in into me; pushing outwards, as I find myself contracting around it.

I had felt the tube enter and slide in; just as I had felt the membrane spread further, beyond what I had been expecting. How else, could I possibly explain the sensation; knowing the belly button should be no more, than half an inch deep. Now I am certain; I had felt it, spreading to at least five to seven inches in.

“Okay, that was odd!” I mumble, to myself.

Now I am covered, or coated by the doll’s skin from the neck down; just the slippery and glossy rubber-like material as my skin.

“Just one more detail, and I am done!” I ponder; “Maybe, just maybe I should apply that beautiful lip-stick first?” I ponder.

Applying the make-up couldn’t hurt, could it? It looks, just like any regular lip-stick. The colour is metallic bloody red; not too unusual or strange a colour, for a lips-stick.

I pick up the lip-stick, uncapping the previously unused make-up product. I turn it around, in order to extend the lip-stick; so that I could apply it, onto my lips comfortably. Now, finally; I put the tip of the lipstick to my lower lip, pulling it from right to left. Then I continue, with my upper lips; from the left to right.

That feels good. Maybe I could afford to apply a second coating, or two? With that, I continue. Just that second and third coating. My lips, coated with the metallic bloody red lip-stick.

“This feels a bit wet, but my lips feel smooth!” I realize.

I smile at myself, even without a mirror before me; all the way through, from before and after I had applied the lip-stick. It is just an old habit; but never had I been expecting it, to make a difference. It is just easier, and more fun; applying the lip-stick, while I smile.

With the lip-stick on; I put the cap on the lip-stick and put it back. Only now; I am picking up the included lip-gloss. I open it; before I apply the lip-gloss onto my lips.

“Wet-Look” the label reads, but I think nothing of it.

It is just how they label lip-glosses, when they want it to appear more glossy. Isn’t it? At least, this is my impression.

Of course, it does feel a bit wet; it is not just my imagination. This lip-gloss had indeed left my lips slippery and wet. It is honouring its label.

If only I had realized, the true intent, of this particular lip-gloss; since it proved to be a bit glossier than I had been expecting, while leaving my lips lubricated. If I do not like it, or enjoy the effect; it is too late, to change my mind now. The lip-gloss is already on my lips, and it was never intended to smear.

While I am at it; I am picking up the eye-shadow. It looks, as if it is silver metallic. Just that it feels, as if it is a bit too much to ask for. Maybe it is just a dark grey; but I guess that is good enough, for me.

I apply the shadow to the right and left upper eye-lid. It proved simple enough, even without a mirror. Can only hope, I had not done too bad a job at this now. Had I had the mirror, I would have seen that it is indeed silver metallic.

Why? But I ended up, applying he shadow, to the lower eye-lids, right and left.

I wink at my imaginary mirror, giggling at her; as if I had found her silly, and possibly amusing.

Now I am picking up the fourth, and final tube; the oral tube, I slip in between my lips. I had ordered it, and had been looking forwards to trying it on; even if I never had been suspecting, what it is and what it will be doing to me.

I feel the tube slipping in between my lips; before I feel its membrane continuing further into my mouth and then down my throat.

I had felt the tube coating the entire interior of my mouth, including my teeth and tongue; otherwise leaving my tongue, as if nothing had happened. With the tube in, I find myself smiling; just as the picture had suggested, as I ordered the set in the first place.

“Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oh!” I exclaim, as the tube’s membrane is sliding into my mouth and down my throat.

With the tube in my mouth; there is but the one thing left to do, bonding the tube. I pick up the pencil; drawing the line along the outer border to the tube, bonding it to my skin. I feel the tube stretching as it is bonding to my skin, as I feel my lips stretching, in order to bond with the oral tube I had just inserted.

“Maybe I should rest, for a moment!” I ponder; “This was a bit more intense, than I had been expecting!” I continue.

I had found myself more exhausted, than I could have been expected. Still panting, even several minutes after I had bonded the tube to my lips.

With that, I fold up the quilt and slip in under it; folding it back, resting comfortably.

“Should I have been ordering something more fitting, for the occasion?” I ponder, as I close my eyes.