Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 12 -
"I have something very special in mind for you, dear," muttered Mr. Dodds, as
he unlocked Mandy's door. For a moment, he stared appreciatively at Mandy's
rubber-covered form, held immobile by the dozens of straps stretched out from
her legs, arms, head, and torso. He watched in silent appreciation as she
shifted slightly, trying to relieve the strain in her limbs and waist induced
by the fiendish bondage suit. A faint moan issued from the thick red rubber
helmet.
Mandy thought she heard a faint click that might have been the door opening.
She resolved not to act beaten, even though her tortured waist had turned numb
hours ago. Actually, she had found the whole affair so far to have been rather
pleasant, for although she might be dominant and tough on her lover and slave,
Flora, she became positively week-kneed when faced with Mr. Dodds' handsome
face and perfect etiquette. Despite his gentlemanly manners, he was the
creator of the most bizarre methods of fetishistic dominance Mandy had ever
experienced.
She felt disoriented, almost weightless, as indeed she might, with her limbs,
torso, and head evenly but firmly suspended from the bed rails. She shifted
slightly, a gobbet of warm KY jelly squelching between her crotch.
Despite herself, she let out a soft moan in delight.
Dodds smiled as he pulled the massager onto his hand. He moved towards Mandy's
immobile form...
Without warning, Mandy suddenly felt a firm pressure on her crotch, followed
immediately by waves of powerful vibrations. She writhed in new arousal,
pushing her mound into the vibrations. She felt the warm throbbing build
within her, letting out a small squeal as she approached her orgasm. As
suddenly as they had started, the vibrations ceased, and despite her efforts to
complete it, she couldn't quite climax. She whined with frustration, all
pretenses of pride destroyed.
Dodds smiled. "I see you are still enjoying yourself," he said loudly, so that
she might hear him within the tight fitting helmets. "I don't know about you,
love," he continued, "but I am ready for a change."
He began untying the straps suspending her over the bed. "I hope you have
plenty of energy left," he added, "you're going to need it."
When he had her down from her elevated position, he freed her arms and legs of
straps, and stood her upright. Shortly, he had stretched a strap from the top
of her helmet to the top rail of the bed, forcing her to stand straight.
Finally, to Mandy's relief, she felt him unlacing the heavy bondage suit.
As the corset laces came loose, she let out a sigh, and breathed deeply, her
aching waist quivering as unused muscles returned to life. If not for the
strap holding her up by the head, she might have collapsed, so weak was her
waist and back. She felt wobbly, as if her torso itself were made of rubber.
Soon she felt the heavy suit being stripped away, and then to her delight,
hands massaging her breasts through the thin latex of her inner suit.
Damn, that feels good! she thought. She couldn't stand it any longer- she had
to have him. She wiggled and squirmed up against him, no longer caring what he
did to her, or how desperate she looked, only wanting to be satisfied. Alas,
it was not to be. He stepped back from her. She could not move forward
without strangling herself within the tight helmet. Then light blinded her as
the suit's hood was unlaced and removed. Dodds had pulled out a small pair of
scissors and was snipping away at the rubber tape covering the rear zipper of
the second suit. In a minute he had it uncovered, and the remnants of glue and
tape peeled away. He unzipped this too, and let it fall to the floor, her
collected sweat streaming down her body. She gazed in silence at this
incredible man, who could turn her pride and temerity to jelly with a glance.
He smiled again. "How do you like my visit so far?" he enquired.
"Not bad... But you know, you're going to make it damn hard for me to play the
domineering bitch, after being mistreated like this! Every time we meet, it
ends up like this- me groveling at your feet while you dream up new, er,
torments for me. I really wish you'd call before dropping in. And you might
at least have asked my permission to top my slaves first." "Ah yes, well,"
Dodds replied, "I am not in the habit of asking permission of my slaves for
anything. And you know I couldn't have had nearly as much fun if I'd given you
fair warning. Besides, I called last time, remember?"
"Sure, you called to order me over to England! By the time I got back, Flora
was nearly out of her head wondering whether I was coming home. Say, what have
you done with the others? You know I'm going to have a hell of a time handling
Jason after this stunt of yours."
"Now don't worry, love, I've thought of everything. First of all, they have
their own problems to think about right now, I wouldn't worry about them. And
secondly.... secondly, WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME, SLAVE?!" He grinned slightly
as she cowered at his feet. "Get into the shower, you smell like a
locker-room!"
She scooted, smiling very slightly to herself. Truth to tell, she was a bit
whiff, having sweated out untold hours tightly bound and laced down, and rubber
body suits were not known for their breathability. She was grateful for the
chance to get clean. She spent almost a half hour under the steaming water,
luxuriating in the needle spray and wishing she had a shower massager, that she
might relieve the sexual tension she had built up over the last few hours. She
seriously considered masturbating only for a moment though, for she knew Dodds
could walk in at any moment, and he would be furious if he caught her. He
preferred his slaves to get their stimulation from whatever "torture" he
dreamed up... to rely upon him for release.
She dried off slowly, her core still warm with the memory of those unexpected
vibrations. She assumed that Dodds would be putting another all-enclosing
outfit of some kind on her, since that seemed to be his particular fetish this
year. So she dried herself even more thoroughly and, after powdering herself
all over with talcum, she exited the bathroom. Like a butterfly from it's
chrysalis, she thought.
Dodds seemed unimpressed with his butterfly, however. He did smile
appreciatively, even licked his lips suggestively, but he said nothing, just
waved her towards him where he sat on the bed next to yet another pile of
garments and gear. He held something up. It was a large plastic butt plug,
hollow, with big holes in it. It had a largish hose attached. From her
experience, Mandy thought that the hose was too large, it looked like it would
allow an awfully fast flow. It was obvious what his intentions were, so she
bent over obediently. When she was suitably plugged, he motioned for her to
sit down on the bed. She did, with a little groan. He remained silent as she
sat down next to the pile, and with a grin and a little flourish, he produced
two small foam ear plugs from his breast pocket. Under his watchful eye, she
inserted them carefully into her ears.
Her eyes grew just a little wide as her world became silent and she tried to
imagine what new ideas he had in store for her. She hoped he would finally
allow her to come.
"Get into that." He said it loudly, so that she might hear through the ear
plugs. He pointed at a black pile of rubber on the bed. She picked it up.
She recognized it as her own. It was her thickest suit, custom-fitted to her
measurements, made from two laminated layers of heavy weight latex, making it
nearly an eighth-inch thick. She had only worn it on a few occasions; while
motorcycling, or when walking outside in wet weather, and once in the summer
sun when she had felt particularly masochistic. It was ideal for keeping dry,
as it had attached feet, heavy gloves, an open-faced hood and a watertight
zipper like those used in diver's suits. It was also the devil to put on,
since it fit skin-tight, and the thick rubber didn't stretch easily. As she
handled it however, she felt something different about it. Closer examination
revealed that apparently, Mr. Dodds had made extensive modifications to it.
"How could you?" Mandy scolded. "This suit cost me over a thousand dollars!
Just because you own half a dozen companies, and can afford what ever exotic
gear you like doesn't mean I can! I expect you...MMPh!" Mr. Dodds had shoved
the toe of a patent leather shoe in her mouth to shut her up. "Now you listen
to me, you little minx!" he said. "I have gone to considerable trouble and
expense to bring this little circus to you, and I expect you to show the proper
gratitude! As for your precious suit, it isn't as if it were the only one you
have. Maybe Kris Kringle will bring you a better one this Christmas, but only
if you're a very good girl." He knew she hated to be called a girl.
"Now why don't you save your tongue for what it is best at," he added, "and
look over my work- you may find that wearing this suit will be quite
pleasurable."
Mandy stared sullenly over the high-heeled shoe filling her mouth at the
strange suit in her lap.
There were now many small rubber bumps lining the molded breast cups. Stranger
yet, the breast cups were now huge rounded cones, hard and heavy to the touch,
and each had a small jack connector at the tip, like chrome nipples.
The seat of the suit had also been heavily modified. There was a thick dildo
at the front of the crotch, with numerous little rubber fingers above it. To
the rear of the dildo was a reinforced hole in the crotch. The front of the
crotch had another large, hard, and weighty addition molded on, shaped roughly
like an athletic cup. On the outside, it looked like her natural mons, but
greatly exaggerated. It too, had a jack connector in the front.
Her favorite had been made into a "grope suit", and a severe-looking one at
that. She stared at Mr. Dodds with renewed respect, and some trepidation.
"Well? What are you staring at? Get into it!" he admonished. She knew it
could not be put on without lubrication, and Dodds must have realized this, as
he handed her a large jug of viscous fluid. "Here, this is better than wasting
a dozen tubes of KY. It's the same silicone stuff I sent you, so it won't hurt
the rubber."
She poured a third of the thick, slimy liquid inside, and smoothed it into
every cranny of the suit. Then she liberally greased her body with more of it,
revelling in the sexual feelings it aroused as she caressed her slippery body.
The greasy goo felt warm when spread on the skin, like expensive massage oil.
Almost eagerly, she began to put on the suit.
Dodds indicated that she should thread the hose from her butt plug through the
hole in the crotch of the suit. There was a plastic ring on the hose that
stopped the hose from coming any further out, and left several inches of slack
inside the suit.
With her body so well-greased, it took no time at all before she had the thick
suit pulled up to her neck, then she looked enquiringly at Mr. Dodds for help.
He helped pull the arms and gloves on, then zipped the back up to her shoulder
blades. Apparently unsatisfied with her lube job, he pulled out the neck, and
added the rest of the jug of greasy fluid, which she thought at first was
overkill, until she realized that Dodds never did anything without a good
reason. She shuddered as she felt it slowly slither down her back, the tight
suit spreading it out across her skin. He dribbled the last bit on her head,
rubbing it into her hair, and over her face and neck. Finally, he removed the
shoe from her mouth.
"Open wide," he said, holding up an atomizer. She did as she was told, hoping
that whatever he had in mind didn't taste too bad. The cool spray was bitter,
and made her mouth and tongue numb.
"Now swallow," he added. She swallowed. He repeated the process twice more.
It didn't suprise her when he stuffed something else into her mouth. It was
some kind of form-fitting gag made of plastic, that kept her mouth open
slightly, yet her teeth fit into it, and when it was seated, it was quite
comfortable. With her tongue, she could feel a large hole though it. Mr.
Dodds was holding the open hood of the suit in front of her face. About the
time she realized that something was very different about that hood, he quickly
pulled it over her head, and zipped the suit the rest of the way, up the back
of the hood.
He's changed the hood! she thought. She knew he was perfectly capable of it,
for he was a first-rate rubber craftsman; he had even started his own company
to make rubber goods for other kinky folk.
She realized now that he had removed the suit's original open-faced hood, and
replaced it with a totally enclosed helmet of the same thickness. This one had
soft pads over the eyes and ears, and what felt like a surgical-style oxygen
mask covering her mouth and nose. She was certain, though, that any surgeon
would have been horified at the use this one was being put to. The zipper had
pulled the hood tight, pressing the pads into her eyes and ears, and she knew
she would be totally deaf until he removed it. The face portion, as well, was
brought tightly against her lips, revealing that a good-sized hole had been
left at the mouth of the helmet. Knowing Mr. Dodds, she was certain it
wouldn't stay unplugged. "Now comes the difficult part, I'm afraid," she heard
faintly. He must have been shouting, so that she could hear him through the
thick helmet and ear plugs. She felt something small and soft intruding in her
mouth. "Swallow this," she heard.
Oh, no, she thought. God damn it, not this. Please, I'll throw up!
The soft thing pressed against the back of her throat. Whatever it was, it
wasn't very big. Shit, she thought, a stomach tube?! She could only feel it
as a faintly detectable pressure, so numb was her mouth and throat. Okay,
remain calm, she told herself. He's obviously anesthetized your throat, you
should be able to do this. It won't be much worse than deep throating George.
She chewed on the end of the soft rubber tube for a second, salivating a
little, hoping to fool her stomach that she was just swallowing food, like a
long piece of spaghetti.
She really had no choice, she realized, since he could force the hose through
her gag until she choked on it if he really wanted to. Eventually, to her
suprise, she managed to swallow the end of the tube without even retching.
Just barely, she could feel it sliding down her throat. It felt obscene, an
intrusion into her body where such things didn't belong. Dodds watched the
slow progress of the tube as he gently fed it into her mask. When a taped mark
on the tube reached the mask, he slid a metal coupling along the tube until it
seated in the mouth hole, sealing the junction.
The stomach tube came out a small hole in the side of the fitting. All that
was left was to attach a small puffer bulb to a valve above the breathing tube,
and with a few pumps, the inflatable skirt of the oxygen mask swelled and
sealed against her face.
Dodds must have been finished, at least temporarily, as Mandy felt him guide
her to her feet, lead her by the hand out the door, then down the hall.
She was surprised he hadn't put boots or shoes on her, he usually considered
some kind of uncomfortable foot wear de rigueur with his outfits. As she
moved, she delighted to feel her suit sliding around her. The excess oil was
too thick and light weight to slosh, but the suit was somewhat loose on her
body, sliding over her skin very sensually as she walked toward the elevator.
She revelled in her aroused state, deliberately swaying her hips and
lengthening her stride. She was rewarded with many little caresses within her
suit. She felt the big rod macking in the grease, and the little bumps rubbing
across her nipples, grabbing at her labia and searching for her clitoris.
Her heart thumped excitedly as they entered the elevator cage and she wondered
what further devious ideas Dodds had in store. The sexual feelings she had
just experienced were so strong, she knew it would not take much more before
she got off. They dropped like a stone to the ground floor, then took the
stairs to the basement.
The small amount of exercise thus far had already turned her suit into a mild
sauna, the silicone lubricant warming slowly to her body temperature.
She certainly couldn't feel the slight chill of the basement. At the foot of
the stairs, they turned right, cueing her that they had headed into the room
she often used for enemas or other watersports, as it had a sink and a floor
drain. She had begun to feel heavy and fuzzy-headed, and she wondered what
drug Dodds had given her this time.
Shortly she was forcibly lowered to the floor, and she felt Dodds' hands brush
her side as he did something around her body. She shivered, her sense
of touch overly sensitive due to her isolated state. Before long though, she
was standing again, only to find herself being walked over to, and strapped
into, the upright rack she had built herself.
Dodds smiled grimly as he switched on the light. He paused inside the door,
gazing around the room in anticipation. The spraying equipment stood ready in
one corner of the room, the respirator in another. To one side stood Mandy's
circular bondage board, a motorized, padded wooden slab to which a slave could
be fastened and rotated. He had already prepared the table on which he would
mount his specimen: in the middle of the floor sat a large platform, tilted on
bearings, like a giant see-saw. A shaft connected under one side disappeared
into a large machine on the floor. The panel was nothing more than a full
sheet of 1" plywood, over which he had laminated a thick black rubber sheet
with latex cement. He lay Mandy back upon the table, then carefully chalked
her outline on it.
This done, he manhandled her over to her standing bondage rack and strapped her
up to it. For a moment, he admired her exquisite shape. Although she
certainly didn't have the body of a Cosmo cover girl, the shiny black latex
covering her body made her, in Mr. Dodds eyes, the ideal woman. Each curve of
her body, the long, muscular legs, her ample hips, was made silky-smooth by the
wonderful material. If she didn't have the more classic beach beauty figure
that Flora sported, it was of no matter, he preferred his women to look like
WOMEN, not girls. The additions to the suit gave her a sexier, postmodern
look. The huge, rounded cones of her breasts jutting straight out, and the
mounded cleft between her legs, emphasized her female shape to the point of
caricature.
She might be a modern store-window mannequin, Dodds thought, but one that few
window dressers would dare display.
With a sigh, he returned to his work. He got out a large tin of latex glue and
carefully painted-in Mandy's outline upon the slab. While it dried, he
examined a set of hoses and fittings attached to the equipment in the corner,
handling them lovingly.
"Ever since I watched your slave Flora suffer this at your hands, I've longed
to try it out on you," Dodds announced softly.
Apparently the ear plugs, covered by the helmet's thick pads, prevented her
from hearing, for she gave no sign.
When the glue had dried, Dodds guided her backward to the edge of the slab,
positioning her feet with care. He opened his glue can again, and coated the
entire back of her suit with the latex cement. When he was satisfied with the
job, he stood astride her body, and after threading her enema tube through a
small hole, slowly leaned her back onto the slab. Moving with care, he firmly
pressed each portion of her body against the layer of glue, permanently bonding
her suit to the slab. A few more touches of glue cemented her arms, hands,
even each finger down to the rigid platform.
For a few moments, he left the room. The distant sound of a car door slamming
was heard...
...but within her rubber prison, Mandy heard nothing. She squirmed a bit,
marvelling at the wholly pleasant sensation of being enveloped in a warm and
slippery womb. The dildo pushed in a bit as she moved, and she tried to
encourage it. She found that she could shift a few inches within the thick
rubber suit. This also had the pleasant effect of massaging her breasts within
their cups. It felt delicious, but it wasn't quite enough. While she waited
for the next addition to her adventure, she tried to rise up, knowing it would
annoy Dodds, but her suit seemed to be glued to the table.
Dodds returned, carrying a large metal box equipped with several buttons and
knobs, and a lamp cord, which he plugged into the wall. A coiled lead was
plugged into the jack at her crotch and another to each breast-cup.
The other end of each lead he connected to the control box which he set on the
floor. The hose from her rear he connected to a bulging enema bag, which he
hung on one of the hooks of the bondage wheel.
His last task was to wheel over Mandy's portable respirator unit, a device she
used with some of her more outlandish bondage ideas. It was intended as a
safeguard, supplying life-giving air to a slave in complicated or severe
bondage. She had added cylinders of nitrous oxide and oxygen to spice up the
air being sent to a slave. She had used it more than once to knock out Flora,
then awaken her later, stuck in some new and bizarre bondage situation.
Dodds connected the respirator hose to the fitting at Mandy's mouth, and the
stomach tube to another enema bag on a stand. At last, with a flick of the
switch, the little unit started with a hum, pumping with an alternating hiss.
Dodds walked back to her supine form and experimentally wiggled each of the
plugs where they were attached to those outlandish looking breasts. The
anonymous but shapely figure within moaned with delight ( or frustration ), but
did not move visibly. He looked over the connections at her mouth, the air
hose, the seal of the stomach tube, the tubing from her rear. Satisfied that
all was as it should be, he began to spread old newspapers around her rigid
form and the panel.
This done, he wheeled over the other equipment dolly that had stood waiting in
the corner for this very moment...
