Null Suit Adventures: Vlogging
By Musuko

Transcript 53: video review.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It’s time for another exciting product review with your ever-friendly host, the little kitty from Clever Kitty Creations. Today, the big kitty himself has sent me a new suit to try, part of the continually-expanding range of Null suits on offer in the Gold Range catalogue. Be sure to click on the link below to check them out.
	As always, let’s start with the unboxing. It’s an unmarked and discreet box as always, taped securely and protected against shipping damage. Underneath, it’s the usual CKC security case. I’ll just tap in my access code...avert your eyes now, you naughty lot! There we go. I love this moment when the case opens itself up. I’m a sucker for that pneumatic hiss. How about you guys? What’s your favourite part of the unboxing? Be sure to leave your thoughts in the comments!
	Now to open up the hygiene seal. Just a quick swipe of a claw will do it. For those of you who don’t have claws, or if you’re locked away inside a pair of CKC mitts, a pair of scissors will do. Or ask your master or mistress to do it for you. As always, be safe with sharp tools, guys! And if you’re buying one of these Null suits, be sure to take extra care: you don’t want to damage the goods now do you?
	And there it is. Doesn’t look like much, does it? Kind of looks like a paperweight made of black glass, doesn’t it? Let me get the camera a little closer so you can see it better. Looks shiny and hard, right? But watch what happens when I touch it with my finger. See how it squishes, all rubbery? And then see how it clings to my finger when I pull it away? This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Live Latex that makes up the Null suit. Those of you who already own a Null suit will be familiar with this. But let me show you some of the new features of this suit. I’m sure you’re going to be pleased!
	To start with, the activation sequence has been completely overhauled. There’s no complicated sequence of required actions any more: you just press it against any part of your naked body, it works with fur or scales or skin, and hold it there for five seconds. Of course, with this new simplicity you do have to take some precautions to prevent accidental activation. So all you masters and mistresses out there, take note: be sure to wear gloves when using this on your pets or slaves!
	Okay, let’s try it out! I’ll just put the camera back up here. Sorry about the mess. I really should get my room tidied up. Bad kitty! Hehe. Okay, so, I’m just going to hold the Null suit ball in my hand like this. Everyone, count to five...
	Ooh that feels nice. See how it’s spreading down over my fingers? It feels cold and tingly. Kind of like how it feels when you’re getting a blowjob from someone who’s sucking on a mint. I don’t need to do anything at this point. I just sit back and let the suit do its thing. It’s going to spread up my arm and across my whole body. You wouldn’t think there’s enough latex in this little ball, but appearances can be deceptive: it’ll form an ultra thin layer across my whole body, and it’ll consume my fur as it goes and turn it into the latex glue that’ll bind the suit to my bare skin. This part isn’t new: all current suits can do that. What’s different about this one is...well, I’ll show you that in a minute! Let me turn myself a bit here so you can see it spread across my back. See how my tail still retains its fluffy shape even as the latex covers it? This version of the suit has been set to leave my species orientation intact, but there will be a range of options, including the classic pony form. I’ve also been told that there’ll be a version that lets the wearer, or the master or mistress, change the species of the wearer at will! How cool is that?
	And there goes my cock...ah, that feels so weird. This version...mmph. G-give me a second. Okay...okay it’s stopped. That felt...wow. Those of you who’ve worn a suit before can probably imagine what this feels like. And look how good I look down there: sheath completely covered up, showing off everything as if my skin were made of latex. My cock’s still intact under there, not consumed and stored like some versions of the suit. And it feels so good. That tingle is still going on. And with the latex spreading down inside my sheath, wrapping my cock up nice and tight, stopping it from swelling up and coming out of my sheath...ah, it’s deliciously teasing. You guys are gonna love it.
	Okay, it’s spreading up over my face now. Normally, this would stop me talking. But, well...just wait and you’ll see! Here we go...
	How do I look? Nice and shiny, right? The suit has preserved my features, leaving me looking just as pretty as normal, but now my fur is smooth, glossy and black. You can get the suit in a variety of different colours, of course, and there is an option to have custom colours and patterns made just for you. Now, if I move the camera here, you can see inside my mouth. I’ll open wide...ahh!
	See how my teeth are still there? Well, they’re squishy rubber now. And that’s not saliva: that’s lube! So for all you out there who like the feel of a Null’s mouth, but don’t want to just be fucking a featureless round hole, this suit is for you. As you can hear, I’m fully capable of speaking...and moaning. And I still need to breathe, unlike a normal Null: I figure that some of you sadists out there missed the joy of having your slave gag and struggle. Hehe.
	If I roll over, here you can see my tailhole is just like my mouth: the same exact shape as it was before, but now coated in a latex skin, and leaking lube, all ready for filling! And...well...mmph.
	Let me...let me just grab my toy. I’m getting a bit...flustered here. I’ll try to explain. You see, the suit keeps its wearer stimulated. Remember that cold tingle I mentioned? Well, that’s going to keep on tingling constantly while I’ve got the suit on, and it’s going to keep my cock teased inside my sheath, and it’s gonna make me want to...well...do stuff. I’m gonna have to...e-excuse me a minute!
	And I’m back. Sorry about that. You can’t see it, but I’m blushing under this latex! I’ve got my biggest plug inside me and I’m feeling a little bit more relaxed. The tingle is still there, but it’s quietened down a bit. It’s a kind of passive reinforcement: it’ll make you squirm until you do something to relieve it, and that something is always gonna be something like sticking a toy inside you, or putting your mouth to work sucking and licking. It won’t give you any kind of long-term relief, though. See down here? My sheath’s still encased in the latex. My cock’s in there, unable to get hard. It feels like it is being squeezed by a hand; a tingling, vibrating, cool hand. And if I didn’t have the suit on, I’d be as hard as fuck right now. But I can’t get hard, and the only way to get a small amount of relief is, well...I’ll roll over and let you look.
	How’s my butt look with that big plug base resting in it? Let me know in the comments! Hehe. It’s a CKC plug, of course. It’s writhing away inside me, like it’s alive, massaging against my prostate and making me so ridiculously horny. The suit’s latex extends quite a way into me back there, so it’s a nice slick passage for the toy. Or, you know, anything else you’d want to put in there. That’s all you’re gonna see for now. Sorry! If you want to see me play with the toy some more, go take a look at my premium channel.
	Now, let’s get to the really interesting bit: what’s truly new and innovative with this suit. Here, I’ve got some marketing spiel written down here...somewhere. Ah, here. Ahem.
	“The CKC Null Suit, the ultimate expression of control and servitude, now available to fit every lifestyle, from the dedicated submissive to the part-time switch. Customise your life as you wish it. Introduce the next generation CKC Null Suit into your world! Coming soon.”
	What does that mean? Well, I should be able to show you. This suit’s in demonstration mode at the moment. So, it should be set to allow me to control it as the wearer. At least, I hope so. Otherwise, this is going to be rather embarrassing! Here we go. All I need to do is hold still and concentrate. There’s a particular mental switch that the suit listens to. There’s a bit of a knack to it, but I had some practice with one of the prototypes a while ago, and they’re very good at teaching you how to do it. There’s a tutorial for it anyway. And...there.
	Quick, wasn’t it? Pretty amazing, right? The latex kind of just melts away and my fur comes back. I’ll upload a slow motion version so you can see it more clearly. Look, my tail’s back, my teeth are normal, my fur’s as glossy and natural as ever, and I’m not drooling lube any more. But...it’s an illusion! I’m still wearing the suit. This isn’t my real fur. It’s still the suit! This is the inactive mode for the Null suit, where it is able to recreate the wearer’s natural appearance, or even an altered natural appearance, but I’m told that costs extra. I can go out and live my normal life, looking completely normal, and come home and let the suit reactivate for an evening of horny, frustrated fun! And for you masters and mistresses out there, you can customise your slave or pet’s life as minutely as you wish, specifying exactly when and why their suit activates.
	As for this suit? Well, I requested a specific activation method in this one. Do you wanna see it? Hehe, of course you do. Well, here, I’ll put the camera down between my legs. Look at that, a nice fuzzy kitty sheath and balls, all free and unconfined. But what happens if I start to stroke myself? Mmm. It feels good, of course. And the suit’s not tingling or doing anything to interrupt. I’m in control at the moment...at least, it lets me think I am! I’m free to stroke and stimulate myself as much as I want. But as soon as I start to get hard...
	...whoosh. See how fast that was? The suit has switched back into active mode, converting my fur and skin back into the smooth latex. And now my cock is confined again, sealed away inside my sheath, with the tingle and the vibration and the cold all happening again, and there’s no way I can get hard. It’ll stay activated until I manage to calm myself down enough for it to release me, and then it’ll let me use the mental switch to deactivate it, and I can go back to normal. How do I calm myself down? It seems like it should be tricky, when the suit is constantly stimulating me and there’s no way to get myself off like this! Well, I have to do what I did earlier: either get my mouth or my butt used. For me, that means enjoying some more frustrating stimulation from this big fat plug! For you, that could mean having to serve your master or mistress, or throw yourself into the clutches of a CKC fuck machine, or perhaps it could be the incentive you need to go visit a fetish club and find someone to take you home. And for all you masters and mistresses out there, you can of course see the potential this has for training. You could not ask for a better incentive!
	So, I’m going to sign off now and play with my toys, before I start humping my pillows and mewling like a needy kitten! I’ll be trialling this suit all this week. Be sure to check out my reviews as I post them up! Until next time, bye bye!

 Transcript 54: video review.
So it’s been a couple of days and I’m sure you’re wondering how I’m getting along with the suit. Well, they say a picture is worth a thousand words, don’t they? Let me show you a picture. I’ll hold it up to the camera. There you go. This is my cock and balls from the morning after my last video. Looks pretty normal, doesn’t it? Nice fuzzy sheath and a healthy pair of kitty balls. Now let’s look at them now. I’ll just move the camera down...
	Spot the difference? Yeah...they look like they’re about twice as big, don’t they? That’s what a few days of denial will do to a poor kitty. It’s been two days, and I normally paw off about five or six times a day...yeah, I’m a frisky kitty. So that’s about ten loads worth all stored up in there.
	Now, I’ve gone this long without orgasm before, as any of you who have watched my series of trials with the Cock Clamps will know. But I’ve never had swelling like this before. Could be a side-effect of the suit, maybe? I dunno. What I do know is that I’m crazy horny! But there’s not much I can do about that, and I’ll show you why. Remember what I said about the suit’s activation method in the last video? Well, it turns out that it’s pretty damn sensitive. Just the slightest hint of arousal and it’ll come to life. So if I just stroke a fingertip against my sheath like so...
	Mpphh. And there it goes. I’m covered in latex again and the tingle...oh fuck the tingle. You can’t imagine how good it feels. It’s like I’m being sucked off by a cold, vibrating mouth. But I can’t get hard. I’ve never felt anything like it before: being stimulated so wonderfully while my cock stays completely soft. It’s like I’ve been rendered impotent. And that...that’s really quite special.
	So now I’m stuck like this for a while: a shiny latex kitty cat. Looks sexy, doesn’t it? I put some different lights up in my room today to really show it off. Got my desk lamp set up as a spotlight, and I’ve got the fairy lights strung up on the ceiling. It really makes the shiny skin come alive, doesn’t it? I’m gonna have to do some shows like this, I think. I fucking love how this suit looks?	
	Now, of course, I’ve got to do something to change myself back. And here’s where my friends comes in, my lovely rubber toys. But I’ve been discovering something over the last couple of days: I need to do more to get the tingly feeling to ebb away. You know how in the first video I used the butt plug to calm myself down? Well, take a look...
	...I’ve already got it in, and it’s doing nothing to help! The vibration is on at the highest setting, and it feels so good. But the tingle hasn’t gone away and I’m as horny as ever. It seems that the more I wear the suit, the more I have to work to deactivate it. Now that’s just evil! So all of you out there who are interested in getting one of these, be ready for that!
	So here’s my other favourite toy: a nice big equine dildo. This really is a beast. And normally, I’d barely be able to take much of it anywhere, either in my butt or my mouth. But, take a look. I just need to take a nice big breath and...
	Mmmph...
	...Gluck...
	Ah! All the fucking way in. Isn’t that crazy? This thing’s, what, twelve inches long? And look how thick it is: I can’t even get my fingers all the way around it. This thing is a monster. And yet...well, you saw it. I got the whole thing all the way down into my throat. You guys got yourself a free show: a shiny latex kitty with his lips wrapped around a giant cock. I’ll do a bit more later, I suppose. I’ll probably have to, if the suit has anything to do with it! So now that’s calmed me down a little bit, I can use the mental switch to change myself back to normal.
	That’s better. All fuzzy again. The tingle has gone, but something worse is in its place: my balls ache like fuck. I really want to just wrap my fingers around my sheath and massage my cock out nice and hard and then just paw off like the horny little slut kitty I am. Haha. But I know that if I do I’m just gonna end up teasing myself, getting coated in latex again, teased mercilessly by the suit, and then forced to fuck myself on my toys to calm myself down. It’s an inbuilt training regime. It’s training me to ignore my own cock and to turn any arousal into a desire to service others.
	I can tell you one thing: I’m really looking forward to the end of this week. I’m gonna take this suit off and then I’m going to spend the whole day cumming my brains out. I might even put on a free show. Leave a comment if you like the idea of watching me ride my biggest dildo while I suck on my second biggest dildo and paw myself off into sweet oblivion!
	Until next time, from your horny little kitty, bye bye!

Transcript 55: video review.
You guys are awesome. You’ve left some lovely comments for me! And my last video got the most views of any that I’ve done lately. I guess you like seeing me get frustrated, huh?
	I had a bit of an embarrassing thing happen to me today. I probably shouldn’t be telling you guys this. I’m probably breaking some kind of disclosure rule. But, fuck it, you watch me because I’m honest, don’t you? A review isn’t worthwhile unless it’s honest. So...I figure this counts as a bit of a bug report for the suit.
	I went out to buy some food, down to the local supermarket. I took a bag with me with a few toys in it. Bit weird, right? But I felt uncomfortable going anywhere without them. Kind of like having asthma and going somewhere without an inhaler. I thought to myself, what would happen if I got turned on out in public and didn’t have my toys with me to save myself?
	Well, it was a good thing I did have them with me, because that’s exactly what happened. I got to the supermarket, everything going as normal, except for the throbbing ache between my legs that made my nuts feel like they were watermelons. I kept thinking that everyone must be able to see them. Hell, I thought they would be able to smell them. All that pent up need must surely have broadcast a horny musk for everyone to smell! I tried to convince myself I was just being paranoid, and that nobody could tell I was anything other than just an ordinary kitty out getting some groceries. Surely they couldn’t see through my clothes...right?
	Yeah, that’s what I kept trying to tell myself. And of course they couldn’t see through my clothes. And even if they could, they’d just see an ordinary kitty...albeit one with big fat aching balls. But it didn’t really matter what they could or could not do, because what mattered was what I thought they could do. And as I walked through the frozen food section, surrounded by people, clutching my bag close...well...
	Oh fuck, give me a second...
	Well, it seems that even just thinking about getting turned on has turned me on, and I’m back to being rubbery. Damn it. This thing is sinister! Okay, so...I’ll try to concentrate. I’ll finish the story and then...fuck that tingle feels good...I’ll sort myself out with some toys.
	So, I was just doing my shopping, looking at some frozen pizzas...mmph...damn it. And I saw this big hunky equine just a little further on down the aisle, looking at ice-cream or something like that. And fuck me if he wasn’t just a perfect stud. You know the type: big and muscled, but not too much, with a thin waist and a big...package. And he was stood there with a carton in his hand, just staring at it in a kind of clueless daze, like he’d just got out of bed or something. And I couldn’t stop myself from imagining myself kneeling down in front of him, pressing my mouth against his crotch, and exhaling through his jeans and breathing in his musk, all while he stood there with a confused, but pleased, expression...
	And so, right there in the supermarket...well. This happened. Out there in public, in front of everyone. I was mortified! I nearly dropped my bag. I was frozen, terrified. A shiny latex kitty in front of everybody? What would they think? Would they call the police? Was I gonna be on the news? And what would CKC do to me if they found out I’d let slip about the suit?
	The horse guy must have noticed me. He glanced over. I felt like I was gonna die! And all the while, the damn suit was tingling and massaging my poor trapped cock, and the need I felt to run over and suck that guy off was an almost physical ache. The suit was turning me into a damn cock slut. Well...more so than usual anyway. Hehe.
	I didn’t do it, of course. I’m not that far gone. Not yet, anyway. The equine stared at me for a few moments, then just kind of huffed, smirking. He said “cool”, then went back to looking at the ice-cream. I got the fuck out of there: I ran for the customer toilets, trying to move quickly whilst not drawing too much attention to myself. Fat chance, eh? I felt myself blushing hard under the suit’s latex skin, and my damn cock was on fire with need. My balls ached, my mouth was watering with lube, and my butt felt hungry. I needed to be stuffed fast, and I really wanted it to be the equine with his big cock. Instead, I had to use my toys. Hidden away in the toilet stall, sat on the seat with a big dildo inside me, with the other one suction-cupped to the wall for me to slobber on and fill my throat. It felt like I was there for an hour, just fucking myself hard at both ends, trying not to make too much noise, flinching and freezing still every time I heard someone come in. And then, finally, at the end of it all, having to go back to the frustrating ache, with no release, and the unbearable urge to paw myself off. It was torture, having to restrain myself! It really tested my willpower.
	I must have looked a total wreck as I slunk back out of there. I hurried home and shut myself in. I can go without food, I suppose. I’ll just eat the dry pasta in the cupboard. I’ll be fine...haha. Maybe I’ll treat myself to a takeaway.
	For now, though, I’ve got a couple more days left of the trial. I can hold out until then. So for all you out there who are interested in buying the new suit when it’s available, keep this in mind: make sure you set an exception for when you’re going out in public. Or not. Maybe you’re into that kind of public humiliation. Heh. Just be careful, okay?
	I’m just gonna move the camera down so you can watch what I’m doing...down there. Do my balls look even bigger? I think they do. Can you imagine what that load is gonna look like when I shoot it at the end of the week? It’s gonna be a fountain. For now, though...let’s have some fun. Time for my toys. And that means I’ll be switching over to the premium channel. Sorry everyone, rules are rules! Hehe. For the rest of you, until next time...mmmph...b-bye bye.

Transcript 56: video review.
Okay, so, it’s the middle of the night. I think it’s about one in the morning. I can’t tell for certain, though, because I can’t read the clock. Seriously, I just can’t read it. I can see the numbers, but they’re all jumbled up. And I’m a little freaked out about that, as you can imagine. And look...I’m shiny again. I was like this when I woke up. And I’m pretty sure it’s not meant to activate when I’m sleeping.
	I’m so tired. I’ve been trying to deactivate the suit for hours now. At least, I think it’s been hours. I can’t read the time! I’ve been fucking away with my toys. I’m just lucky that it’s impossible to hurt myself when I’m like this. I should be chafed and bleeding by now! But...I just can’t scratch the itch. The tingle won’t go away! No matter how hard I use my toys, I can’t make the tingle settle down so I can use the mental switch. I’m stuck! And I’m so horny! I just want to cry!
	I’m making this video because...I need help! I tried to call up CKC so they could rescue me, but I can’t read the numbers on the phone! I thought I could just remember which key is which number. Simple, right? But no...I couldn’t figure it out! It’s as if that part of my brain has got scrambled! I’m really scared. Someone, please, whoever’s watching this, call up CKC and get them to send help. The suit has obviously malfunctioned. It’s no big deal...it’s an early test release, after all. There’s always gonna be problems. Remember the first time I tried the Cock Clamp? Oh fuck that was insane. So...everyone, don’t worry. J-just teething problems. But please hurry! If I don’t get this tingling to stop soon I’m gonna explode. Send help!

Transcript 57: video review, not transmitted (intercepted by IM-A Protocol).
Help came today. Well...I say help. As you can see, I’m still in the suit...and it’s still active. Those bastards. They sent a technician...a technician! He let himself in through my front door as if it wasn’t even locked. And when I tried to talk to him he just ignored me. He just focussed on his computer tablet and started...diagnosing me. Like I was just some faulty product!
	Okay, I guess he was working on the suit with some kind of remote connection. And I suppose, yeah, I was a faulty product in a way. And maybe he ignored me just because he’s a socially awkward guy. I mean, why else would he be working as a technician, right? But...but...mmph...h-he didn’t deactivate the suit! I begged with him to take it off. But he just ignored me and kept on working, tapping away at the screen.
	So I tried to grab him, to shake his shoulders, anything to get his attention...and that’s when I discovered my arms wouldn’t work. They just...wouldn’t move, like I’d been paralysed. It was terrifying! And then I could move them again, the moment I stop thinking about trying to grab him. I tried to grab him again...and the same thing happened. The suit wouldn’t let me do anything to this guy!
	That’s when things started to get a bit like a porno cliché. He tapped away a bit more on his tablet, and I stood there seething in frustration. Except…I wasn’t standing any more: I was kneeling. And the where and the how and the why of ending up on my knees was completely lost to me. One moment I was standing, the next I was kneeling, and I had no damn memory of the in-between bit. That alone was scary enough to make me tremble. But I couldn’t tremble. I couldn’t move at all! I was frozen, with my hands on my knees, my head tilted slightly back, staring up at him. He ticked something else off on the tablet, and then put it down on my coffee table.
	And then, well...he wasn’t a bad-looking guy. Just average, you know? Wouldn’t glance at him twice in the street. Not fat, but not exactly thin either. He had some shape to him, but no gym-built muscles. And he was a canine too, a mix of a few things I think, so not really my favourite species. Just average, unremarkable, nothing to get excited about.
	But…when he pulled his cock out...mmph! In an instant this unremarkable guy became my god. And it wasn’t as if he had an amazing cock or anything. I’d seen bigger, and I’d seen thicker, and I’d certainly sucked enough to know what an amazing cock was. But when the scent hit my nose I felt like I was gonna pass out, and I strained against my rigid body to try and lean forward towards it. The lube leaked from my lips like drool and trickled down my chin. I tried to make a noise, but my throat produced only the soft whisper of my breathing. The tingling in my cock went into a frenzy, like a billion bees buzzing away like horny bastards. I’d never wanted to suck a cock more in my life!
	And the thing that really made me feel helpless, besides all that, was his expression: he wasn’t grinning or mocking, or even really showing much emotion at all. He was just staring at me, impassively watching, like he was diagnosing a server or something! I begged him with my eyes while he just stood there, holding his cock in front of my face, so close to my drooling mouth. He rolled his fingers up his length, milking out a bead of precum, and my eyes rolled back and my eyelids shuddered closed.
	When I opened them, he had picked up the tablet again. His cock just hung there, half hard and hanging out, while he tapped the screen a few more times. I screamed at him inside my head. Just fuck my face already! I couldn’t bear it!
	And you know what he did then? You wanna know what the evil, teasing fucker did? He just tucked himself back into his fly, zipped it up, and turned and left! He walked straight out of my front door with a hardon in his underwear, when he could have fucked my face! Maybe he was straight? But…fuck!
	A few minutes later, I found I could move again. And like a moron I ran to the door. I wasn’t thinking straight. I had a head full of sex and a teased cock and aching balls, and I wanted him to come back and do unspeakable things to me. And I didn’t care if anyone would see me running down the street, a naked kitty covered from head to toe with latex, with lube leaking out his mouth and butt.
	It didn’t happen, though. I couldn’t open the door. I could grab the handle, and I could even turn it…but I couldn’t make myself pull it. My whole body locked up just like it had when I was kneeling, and it only released me when I stopped trying to open the door. This was crazy! First the suit stopped me being able to read, and now it trapped me as a prisoner in my own home!
	What’s even worse is the fact that…mph…I’m stuck like this, with the suit active, driving me crazy teasing my cock, and I can’t do a fucking thing about it, because now even my toys aren’t enough to calm the suit down to let me deactivate it. Right before I recorded this I spent two fucking hours with my toys…literally. And it didn’t do anything except make me want to fuck even more. If I don’t get out of this suit soon, I really think I’m gonna explode. Poof. Balls go bang. Cum everywhere. A broken kitty.
	This wasn’t what I had in mind when I started this review. Maybe I should have expected it! It is a CKC product after all. Still, I would have liked some warning at least.
	I’ve been stuck inside since the technician did whatever it was he did. I can’t get out, and my cupboards are bare. I should be starving hungry, but I’m not. It’s really strange. So, uh, keep that in mind, you guys out there, I guess: slaves in Null suits probably don’t need feeding all that often. Consider that a financial benefit. Haha.
	God I’m so fucking horny…

Transcript 58: video review, not transmitted (intercepted by IM-A Protocol).
I had a dream last night.
	I was in my bedroom. In my dream, I mean. I woke up to the sound of someone opening my front door. I’ve had dreams like this before: scary thoughts of home invasion, the usual anxiety nightmares. Doesn’t everyone get those? I’m pretty sure they do.
	There wasn’t any fear this time, though. I just kinda felt mellow and peaceful. I got up out of the bed and stood in front of the door, a few paces back so that it could open without smacking me in the face. I could hear whoever it was moving about in my living room. It occurred to me that they were probably robbing me, but I still didn’t feel worried about it. Dream logic, eh?
	Then the door started to open. And as it did, I lowered myself down onto my knees. I remember the carpet feeling scratchy. Odd little detail.
	I stared up at the door. I was drooling again. My cock was buzzing. My head was spinning. I was expecting something: I’m not quite sure what it was, but in the dream I was dead certain of what was coming. The light was out in the hallway on the other side of the door, and the light from my bedside lamp barely illuminated the figure in the doorway. But I recognised the shape of that muzzle, the silhouette of those ears, the colour of that cock…
	It was my technician friend. Back to finish what he started earlier. Cock out in front of the eager Null, and no tablet computer or fussy job to distract him. Now he wore a smile, and I could see his pearly white teeth. He wanted me to suck him. This was the technician I had wanted when I was awake! Why couldn’t he have been like that in reality? This was my fantasy version of him. And, weirdly, it was an even sexier dream than all the others I’ve had where the guy was a hunk or a girly twink, or kinky, or sadistic, or hung like a pornstar. I guess for me, the fact that he was just this average guy was exotic for me. Or maybe it was the setting…that I was on my knees, ready to be used by a stranger, just an ordinary guy, who would fuck my face and then leave, barely sparing a thought for me as a person…
	I could move in the dream, thank fuck. I shuffled forwards, my mouth open, drooling like a lunatic. He didn’t get scared off, of course. This was my fantasy technician. He was gonna give me what I wanted, and what I wanted was his cock. He held it with a ring formed of his forefinger and thumb, holding it up ready for me, nice and stiff. He met my eyes as I closed my mouth around its tip, and we held that eye contact as I started to fill up my muzzle and suck. Holy fuck it was sexy. I could have fallen in love with him right then. His hand came off his cock and settled instead onto the back of my head, and I could have melted. All the sex I’ve ever had couldn’t compare to this. And why? What was so special about a plain old blowjob given to some random, average-looking guy? My mind is messed up, you know?
	I guess…a person has weird dreams when their balls are as full as mine. Maybe everything is a turn-on when you’re like this. What next, humping park benches? Fantasising about getting fucked by pizza? Being attracted to women? Eugh!
	Things started getting a bit fuzzy after that. I suppose I was lucky that the dream was as coherent as it was up until that point. I don’t normally have dreams that are so clear. A nice side-effect of the suit, maybe? Gets you so horny that you end up having fantastic sex dreams. I guess I could get used to that!
	I remember his cock feeling so good in my mouth. Warm and firm and sliding wet against my lube drool. I bit down with my soft, rubbery teeth, and he seemed to like that. His fingers curled against my smooth head and he groaned like a porn star. I wriggled my tongue around, using all the techniques I knew, and some new ones too: I guess in this dream I knew some extra tricks. It’s a shame I can’t remember what they were now.
	His cock was doing what my toys couldn’t do: they were calming the tingle in my cock. It was such a relief, almost like orgasm itself. I wanted it to last. I slowed my bobbing head. I played with his cock, worshipping it with my sucking mouth and my rubbing tongue. My eyes closed at some point. I was away in bliss. I didn’t want the dream to ever end. I wanted to be kneeling and sucking cock forever, my cock soft and my balls full, feeling more satisfied than I had ever felt before.
	And when he came…oh fuck was it good. It tasted like honey. It tasted like…sweet tea. Like strawberries. Like…like freshly toasted marshmallows. Like buttered toast. Like chocolate-coated raisins. It was the most delicious taste in the world. I wanted more of it. And I suckled and licked and squeezed his cock until I got every drop, until he had to grip my rubbery ears and pull my muzzle away.
	He bent down and planted a kiss on my nose. He zipped back up, and he turned and left. I was just an appliance. A sucking tool. A pit stop on his journey. Nothing more than a more complicated versions of the toys I used myself. Did I talk to my toys? Did I think about their needs? Of course not. And that’s how he was to me. I was just lubricated latex, moving around only to serve him, little more than a complex toy. In fact, that’s all I was...a toy.
	But that kiss lingered on my nose, making me feel ridiculously happy. And I could crawl back into bed, feeling warm and cosy and satisfied, like I had just had the biggest, most relieving orgasm of my life. It didn’t matter that my balls still ached, or that my cock still throbbed as it tried to harden and escape the latex-covered cage of my sheath. I was a happy kitty. It was a good dream.
	It’s a shame it was just a dream. I woke up still covered in latex, with the tingle still torturing my cock, as horny and needy as ever, still not feeling hungry…not for food anyway…and feeling so desperately, miserably alone.
	Do any of you guys wanna come visit me? Please? Maybe I can make the dream real. I really want to. I really…really want to…

Transcript 59: video review, not transmitted (intercepted by IM-A Protocol).
Today’s the day the suit comes off! Yay! It’s been a long week, and I can’t say it’s been entirely without its ups and downs. But I’ve survived! And it’s time to give you a full review summary before the timer runs down and I can get back to normal in…oh, about nine minutes now! I’d better be quick.
	To begin with, as you can see, my balls are way bigger than they were when I started. But they’ve stopped growing at least, since the other day. They feel very heavy. Quite a handful when I grip them and squeeze them. And they ache. Not too badly, really. Not painfully, anyway. But it’s a feeling that’s constantly there, and I can’t ignore it. It’s quite a distraction.
	Then there’s the tingle. It’s still really difficult to describe it, other than saying again that it’s like getting a blowjob from a vibrating mouth that’s recently sucked on a mint. I wish I could get that feeling when the suit’s off and I can get properly hard and orgasm. Oh god that first orgasm is gonna feel so good…
	So that’s the good. Well, the good-ish. How you define good depends on what you like, I suppose. It was fun to spend a week like this. But longer? I don’t know. I don’t think I could cope. I’d go mad!
	The bad parts. Well, finding out that the suit stops me from being able to read after a while is a big bad point. I couldn’t use my computer or read any books. I couldn’t talk on the phone. I could turn the television on, but I couldn’t figure out how to change the channels. It’s stuck on the shopping channel! I can just about turn the camera on and record my reviews, and they upload automatically, so at least I could do that. But how often could you guys stand seeing me prattle on like a horny kitten? I mean, really. And being trapped in my house means…well…
	I got fucking bored!
	And not having anything to distract or entertain me meant that I spent most of my time thinking about how fucking horny I was. And the more I thought about it, the more horny I got, and I ended up just wasting hours and hours laying about, fucking myself with my toys, wishing they were real cocks and wishing I could cum. It was torture! And I don’t think I would want to leave those options turned on if I were buying this suit for myself.
	Naturally…some of you out there might like that sort of thing, or like subjecting your pets to it. So…that’s a good thing for you? Yay?
	Three minutes to go. I’m excited. I imagine all you are excited too. Because I’m gonna explode the moment I get to stroke my cock. You guys are going to witness the biggest fountain of cum in history, I can promise you now!
	Two minutes to go. The anticipation is killing me. What about you guys? Sorry I haven’t been responding to comments, by the way. I’m not able to read anything. As soon as I get out of the suit, I’ll be reading everything you’ve said. I’m dying to find out what you’ve been saying about my antics!
	One minute left. My hand is on my sheath. Squeezing. It’s gonna feel so good. To get hard again, to stroke my cock, to get my fingers all wet and sticky!
	Here’s the final seconds. Counting down. Nearly there! Oh god, I’m so fucking horny! Three, two, one...
	...what the fuck?

Transcript 60: video review, not transmitted (intercepted by IM-A Protocol).
I don’t understand what’s going on. This is wrong. The suit was meant to turn itself yesterday! The fucking thing is malfunctioning!
	I’ve had it! Stupid CKC and their stupid toys. I quit! I’m telling you all, so I don’t back out of this. As soon as they get this thing off me, I’m done! No more toys. No more reviews. No more aching balls and tingling teasing! It’s not fair! It’s j-just not fair!
	I couldn’t get to sleep last night. I lay in bed for hours...I think, I can’t read the clock...and rotated through my toys. I pounded my butt with the dildo. I gagged on them until I was crying. I got lube all over the bed sheets and on the floor. But the tingling just wouldn’t stop! It’s not fair! Please make it stop!
	I’ve been watching the front door, just hoping that they’ll send someone to help me. Surely they have some kind of monitoring for the suit? They were able to send someone before, that technician guy. Please send him again. Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll be his slave if he would just get me out of the suit. I’ll suck his cock...oh god I’d suck it good. I’ll be a good little Null for him. I’ll be so grateful. He’ll get me out of the suit and I can finally cum and go back to normal. I’ll be forever grateful.
	Please...help!

Transcript 61: video review, not transmitted (intercepted by IM-A Protocol).
I managed to sleep for a little while. It was in the middle of the day, and the sun was streaming in, but it didn’t matter. I was just happy to get some peace away from the torture!
	I dreamed again. Just like the last time. It felt so real. Either the suit or my horniness is affecting my mind. I can’t stop thinking about sex. I want it all the time. Even in my dreams. I want to suck and I want to be fucked...over and over, hour after hour.
	He came in the dream. The technician. My saviour. My hero. Except he didn’t save me. He had no intention of releasing me from the suit. He liked me like this, and he said so. A soft growl of a voice that made me shiver. His eyes...they just drank in the view. I was a pretty little rubber kitty, and he loved it. And...I loved it too. The way he made me feel...it made my cock ache even worse. I wanted to do everything for him. In my dream he was king.
	Why was I dreaming about him again? There were so many different guys I could dream about fucking me. Why him? Was it because he was the one with the power to release me? The one with...power over me?
	He came to my bedroom again. I wasn’t on my knees this time. I was on all fours, up on the bed, my rear raised up and pointed towards the door, my head down between my elbows, my tail up and resting on my back. It was a slutty invitation. I wanted him to fuck me. And he was gonna do it, I could tell. I watched him come in the room and stand there, watching me, smiling and undressing. I remember trembling and gasping, like a bitch in heat, and I remember thinking he was the sexiest guy in the whole world.
	He climbed up onto the bed behind me. I saw him stroking his cock, getting it hard. He had a knot, but I wasn’t afraid. After all my practice with my toys, and with the strange stretchiness that my new latex skin had given me, I was ready for anything he could give me. I shuffled my legs apart, lowering my rear towards his cock, readying myself for him.
	I remember...he whispered something. But I couldn’t understand it. It seemed like maybe it was in a different language. But it wasn’t any language that I recognised. Usually you could pick out a word or two, or at least get the general tone of the language. But this was just noise, garbled and mixed up, just like the numbers on the clock or the letters on my computer screen. I whimpered in response, and when I tried to tell him I didn’t understand, I just made a mewling noise. The suit, it had to be the suit. What did it say about me that my dream made me even more helpless to this damn thing?
	He didn’t need to lube himself up. The suit had done that job for him. My tailhole was slick and slippery, aching for him to just slide in. But he took his time. Savouring it, perhaps? I’d had guys tease me before, stroking the head of their cock between my butt cheeks, letting me feel what was about to be inside me, perhaps even doing it for long enough that I wound up begging or demanding they just stick it in me. But never before had I felt so desperate for a guy to shove his cock into me! And never had I been so unable to hurry it along! I tried to press back towards him, but my limbs were rigid again. Damn the suit!
	I heard him chuckle. It made me shiver again. I felt like such a helpless little kitten. It was such an arousing thing. My sleeping mind has a really twisted streak!
	Finally, wonderfully, he pressed his tip against my pucker. And in he went, slowly sliding inside, making wet noises with the lube. His fingers dug into my butt cheeks and squeezed. I pressed my face into the bed and muffled my happy mewling. It felt so good! The toys were nothing compared to this feeling!
	He said something again. I couldn’t tell what it was, and I didn’t care. I could move now, and I took advantage of this new freedom to thrust myself back onto his cock until he filled me completely. I squeezed down tightly. It felt so perfect. I could feel him throb and twitch inside me. The latex skin was so sensitive. But the tingling wasn’t going away, not yet, so I started rocking back and forth on his shaft. And when I looked back over my shoulder, he had his eyes closed and his head back, his hands on my hips, and he was just soaking up the pleasure of the ride.
	Things got foggy again, just like the other dream. I felt him cum into me, panting and gasping, leaning over me. I writhed underneath him, mewling...the tingle hadn’t gone. It hadn’t even lessened! I tried to keep thrusting against him, but he gasped out some more garbled words and I was frozen, held rigid in place. I wanted to cry. I was so needy! I wanted him to fuck me again, and again and again. But he got dressed and he left.
	And...then I woke up? I think? Everything was so confusing. The funny thing was, I swear I could still smell his musk when I got up this morning.

Transcript 62: video review, not transmitted (intercepted by IM-A Protocol).
I don’t know how long it’s been. The suit is my skin now. What did it feel like before the suit? Can I remember?
	Food. I forget food. I don’t seem to need it. My home seems so empty, but I keep it clean. I wait at the door. He comes to visit sometimes. I don’t know how long it is between each visit. Hours? Weeks? Years? No, not years. Surely not years. I try to count the days by watching the sun, but it’s hard to concentrate. I can’t keep the numbers in my head. All the time there’s this constant pull to think about something else: about sex. To fuck and suck and ride and moan and lust and need and drink down the sweet cum and bask in the joy of his orgasm and pleasure while I lay writhing and needy, wanting to cum cum cum but never getting it, never ever, wanting him to fuck me more and more and crying when he leaves and thinking only of having him come back and fuck me again and again and...ah...
	The door, I hear it! He’s here! I’m so happy! I’m dreaming, I must be. Dreaming and life, all the same now. He’ll lay me down on the bed and slide his hands along my sides, feeling the smooth squeakiness of my latex skin. He’ll kiss at the back of my neck and slide his hand around to my front. He’ll squeeze my swollen balls and listen to me moan. He’ll stroke his fingertips along the curve of my sheath and watch how it twitches as my cock inside tries to swell up in vain. He’ll let me grind my butt against his crotch. He’ll enjoy my begging whimpers and will lick my cheek, teasing me with the kiss that he won’t give me. He’ll let me suffer for so long, needing him and wanting him, before he finally gives in and pulls free his cock, letting me serve him, for those sweet, blissful minutes that I live for.
	He’ll be at the bedroom door now. I should stop recording. You can’t watch. It’s just for me. For him. Why was I recording? It’s funny...I can’t remember. It was important, wasn’t it? I was...I was doing a review?
	What was I reviewing?
	Here he comes. I think I’ll kneel at the door for him. He likes that one! I’ll hold my mouth open and show him my tongue, all shiny and slippery, just waiting for him to rest his cock onto. I’ll be a good little Null kitten. I’ll let him fuck my face and my rear, if I’m lucky, if I’m good!
	The door’s opening. I’ve got to go. I guess...umm...until next time? If I can remember how this thing turns off...