A Masked Teen

Chapter 12: Meeting Myself

Where am I?

I looked around me. I was still in bed. I was still in my room. But... I'm roped up with my wrists tied to the corners of the bed... with my panties.

I got to get free. I don't wanna get raped...

Hush sugar. You're not gonna get hurt; at least for now.

I looked to the end of the bed and there was my masked self; still wearing the same catwoman outfit that we used last night with Maria. She slowly approached me and sat on the edge of the bed.

Enjoying the view? I should maybe introduce myself. I am Kandy, and I am you.

Kandy?

You must have many questions, but I may not answer all of them.

Who really are you?

I am the inner manifestation of you. I am your repressed: emotions, wants, desires, and sexuality. I have been passed down through the generations granting my wearers powers beyond their wildest dreams.

The mask crawled up to me and put her face an inch away from mine.

Again, I am you.

Then, she kissed my forehead and I felt my spine tingle and goosebumps crawl on my skin.

Some wearers chose to explore themselves while others went mad with power; it all depending on how they felt and who they wanted to become. For instance, do you remember when we went surfing?

Suddenly, my room melted away and now I found myself tied up against an upward surfboard on the beach. The mask walked her way towards my side.

We wanted to do what we couldn't. So we went out and showed you just a fraction of we can do. We had control of the waves, control of the weather; just so we can enjoy ourselves.

The mask snapped her fingers and we were back in my room; still tied up but now one leg untied.

And when we wanted revenge.

She snapped her fingers again and now I was tied up in Maria's bed.

We did just that.

I saw, first hand, the mask passionately kiss Maria on her bedroom floor. I gotta be real, I was kinda turned on by that.

We were always a little bi~

I blushed. The mask knew more about me than myself. She snapped her fingers again and now I was back in my room; now one hand was untied.

How do I control you?

Only the most sophisticated wearers can fully control me. The more you wear us the more you will understand our powers.

I guess that makes sense; the more I wear it the more I get used to the powers and know how to use them. The mask snapped her fingers again and a CRT TV rolled to the end of my bed. It started showing scenes of Stanley, Dorian, Eve, Tina, and even babies and children wearing the mask. As the video rolled on, the remaining tie on my other foot became loose and gave way.

However, typical mask wearers know that we can only be together at night... with one exception.

The masked figure turned around and pointed to the crease on the back of her head.

If you ever choose to remain masked during the day, make sure to never expose the crease to the sunlight. And you must be provide an offering to our forehead before wearing us.

She then materialized a replica mask and sensually licked the metal plate on the nose of its wooden base.

Any more questions dear?

What now?

The last tied hand slowly loosen.

It's all up to you. If you choose to continue to wear us we can do amazing things together. Maybe even seal the deal on that cute boy...

Was she talking about Danny?

Or you can stop using us altogether. But be warned, not all wearers are mentally stable. You are one of just a few that I've encountered who can somewhat wield our powers; maybe because your bloodline traces back to the old country...

She put her arms up in a hugging pose.

Anyway! Now, if you'll do me the honors, take us off and decide our future.

My bed shifted from under me and I stood up facing my masked counterpart. Her eyes were starting and me as I walked towards her. From close up, the suit left nothing to the imagination; exposing my breasts, calfs, and booty. My chest touched hers and I slowly brought my hands up to the back of her head attempting to find the crease.

Just so you know honey. We might scream.

And with that, I pulled on the crease and started to dissemble the tendrils from the back of her head. Both of us started passionately moaning as the material was pulled further and further apart from her alter ego's face. Through the now empty eye sockets, I could see Kandy's eyes roll into the back of her head. The rubber material flowed out of her ears and her hair started to loose it's shine; defaulting back to my dirty blonde hair. After a few minutes of pulling, I saw her lips smile and say.

See you soon dear~

And with a final tug, I woke up on the floor next to my bed with one hand holding the mask. I got up, put the mask back in my lockbox and fell fast asleep until morning.

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Be careful what you say to yourself because you are always listening...

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