Adventures In Rubber

Adventures In Rubber

Author: William Lemieux

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 1 -

Jason was getting frustrated.  The embroidered jacket was chafing, the bar
scotch he'd ordered was watery, and he was sweating in the rubber pants.  What
the hell he thought, I may as well enjoy my drinking, if I can't enjoy the
bloody party.  He poured his drink into an abandoned margarita, and caught the
bartender's eye.  "Double shot of Macallan, neat," he ordered.  The bartender,
a bored-looking gorilla in a nun's habit, said, "Top shelf is four bucks a
shot," waited for his reaction, and when he said nothing, turned to pour.
Jason had come to the Hallowe'en party alone, as a last resort, knowing full
well he would most likely remain alone.  He looked around the party, noting the
many couples that had formed since the masquerade dance had begun.  It looked
like yet another lonely night out of years of lonely nights.
Earlier, things had looked promising as several attractive women had shown
interest in his flashy costume.  But right on cue, his insecurity had caused
him to stammer, to blurt meaningless and silly things, and one by one, they had
disappeared into the crowd, only to be glimpsed later hanging on the arm of
another, apparently more confident man, or in some cases, woman.  It was hard
to tell, with some of the costumes.
Shit, why couldn't I have been born gay, he thought.  At least, there seem to
be a lot more men here than women with a fetishistic bent.
His hopes rose again when a young woman in an outrageous blonde wig and 1920's
flapper dress walked up to him with two glasses of champaign.
She looked like a gangster's moll from a movie.
"Hoy they-uh," she said.  He grinned.  She even had the accent down pat.
"Hey, baby doll," he said in his best imitation of Al Capone.
She frowned slightly then brightened.  "Oi loik ya cawstume, where'd ja foind
it?"
Once again, he tried to concentrate on what he would say.  She was a knockout,
he just had to get it right this time.  For the seventeenth time tonight, he
heard a friends advice in his mind.  "Just be yourself.
People can sense when you're putting on an act."  He tried to relax.  He
dropped the "gangster" accent and smiled in what he hoped was a winning manner.
 "Well, I rented the jacket, hat and shoes, but I already had the rubber pants.
 Where did you find that outrageous wig?"
Thirty seconds later, he stood morosely wiping champaign from his jacket,
amazed to discover that not only had her accent been real, but the wig was not
a wig, and her head was as empty as her glass was now.
She was
not The Woman.

'The Woman' was a sort of fantasy he'd entertained since puberty.
He sat down at the cash bar, and thought back to his high school days, to his
first and only great love.
When he was about sixteen, and noticing girls in a big way, he'd made a pass at
the sexiest red-headed girl in school, Mandy.  This was a bold step for him,
since he'd always had trouble talking to girls.  It was discouraging, actually,
for his swim-team body and cute looks tended to attract quite a few potential
dates and even bed-mates.  The problem was that Jason Stewart was not just a
jock.  He was smart, and he knew it, and he just couldn't relate to 99% of the
girls at school, despite the urging of his percolating hormones.  To be sure,
there were a few smart girls at his school, but they dressed like bag-ladies,
and their personal grooming habits would have shamed a wino.  There appeared to
be no females there with good looks, good taste, and intelligence in the entire
city of St.
Louis.
Moreover, his social skills seemed somehow lacking when dealing with girls-
they seemed to him almost an alien race, with quite different needs and goals
than he.  Due to an early divorce, Jason had grown up without a father, and
somehow his mother had never graced him with any dating skills.
After two years of unsuccessful attempts at conversation with empty-headed
Madonnawannabes, and a few aborted dates, he overheard a conversation between
his chemistry teacher and Mandy Rafool.  She was discussing the relationship
between what she had learned in physics class to the current discussion of
valences in chemistry.  He would never have imagined!  He had seen her around
for quite awhile and like every other guy in school had been fascinated with
her pretty face, tight jeans and sweaters, and astonishingly mature body.  And
like every other guy in school, he had noticed that she was conspicuously
without a boyfriend.  But he'd assumed from her good looks and her retinue of
bimbettes that she was yet another bimbo herself.  She was two years older than
he, a senior, a cheerleader and she seemed like a daddy's-little-girl type who
never lacked for anything, yet he had fallen hard, and he resolved to win her
heart.
For the next six months he secretly bought all the magazines the girls at
school seemed to worship, and studied.  In Seventeen, he learned how a 'real
cool dude' walked, talked, and dressed.  In Young Model, he read about the
things every teenage girl supposedly wanted in a boyfriend.

In Cosmo, he discovered what sort of sex 'every' sophisticated, mature woman
'wants to save'.  And, finally, after screwing his courage to the sticking
point, he'd asked her for a date. She'd accepted!  Actually, when he first
spoke to her she'd laughed and walked off with her friends, but then right
after school, he had found her sitting on the hood of his car.  She told him
she was sorry, that she'd actually thought him cute when they first met, but
his inept approach had 'forced' her to rebuke him, lest her girlfriends think
her 'easy'.  Considering how she domineered her peer group, he thought it more
likely that she only feared a loss of control, but didn't dare risk such a
rebuke. He was in love... or lust, which was about the same to him at that age.
"Well, aren't you going to drive me home?" she'd demanded.  At last, he had
thought to himself, a girl who takes the lead.  As they talked, sitting in his
car in front of her house, he discovered with delight and a certain relief that
she did have a brain after all.  The vast majority of the attractive girls, at
least, seemed to believe that brains and education were anathema to becoming a
model, which every one of them except Mandy seemed to want.  She told him she
was getting straight A's except in Home-Ec, which she loathed, and that she had
already decided to become an investment broker!
He asked her why she had no boyfriends, why she had picked him.
Her reply astonished, and then warmed him.  It seemed that she too, was turned
off by empty-headed football jocks suffering from what she called testosterone
poisoning.  She seemed surprised and delighted that he was on the swimming
team, yet was also an intelligent student.  Then she shocked him by revealing
that she had not only dated a few of those football jocks, but had sex with
several, and found them to be boring, self-centered lovers.
At his stunned look she added, "Oh, don't look so shocked.
There's nothing wrong with having sex early, although you could never prove it
by those immature fools I run with.  I'm not stupid, I use condoms, I play it
safe.  Besides, I've seen the way you look at my body, you know damn well you'd
give your left arm to get in my pants..." here she reached over and squeezed
his crotch, nearly causing a minor traffic accident, "...and who knows, maybe
you will, if you're good to me."
Jason's brain was yelling, "DANGER...DANGER, Dr. Smith!
Cockteaser ahead!"  but he suppressed its voice easily and told himself she
really meant it- she was just a very bossy girl...er, woman, he corrected
himself.
She turned out to be a rather forceful lass indeed.  Fortunately for Jason's
grades, she shared no classes with him, but when they passed in the halls, she
surreptitiously blew him kisses, or licked her lips lasciviously when no-one
was looking.  She insisted on meeting him after school every day, and that he
drive her home.  He lived for those drives, as they talked about their
passtimes and interests, the other kids at school, and frequently about sex. 
She seemed quite knowledgable on that subject, and astonished him with her
frank, technical descriptions of what seemed to him bizarre yet tantalizing
acts.
Finally, on Friday, she informed him that he would pick her up at seven that
night to go to Angelo's for dinner.  Angelo's was a restaurant & nightclub,
rather pricey for kids their age, but his part time job at Radio Shack had
allowed him to save a tidy bundle.  He felt a moment of pride at being able to
wine and dine the sexiest girl in school.
It was rather a relief actually, not having to worry how to persuade her to go
out with him.  All she required of him was a "yes".
When he picked her up, he discovered that she challenged the conventions of
fashion as well.  He got to her house early and after waiting nervously on the
porch for several minutes, he rang the bell precisely at seven o'clock.  She
opened the door within seconds, and breezed right past him toward the car.  He
could only stare after her in shock.  When she realized he wasn't following she
turned, staring back at him with hands on hips, looking at him silently as if
to say, 'Well, aren't you coming?'  He continued to stare for a moment, than
slowly walked up to her, his expression of slack-jawed astonishment slowly
turning to one of frank admiration as he boldly looked her up and down.  The
temperature of the warm June night suddenly rose several degrees.
"Buy you a drink, senor?"  The voice at his shoulder snapped Jason back to the
present.  A huge woman, no, a transvestite, in a tight red flamenco dress was
standing next to him.
"Umm, no thanks.  I mean, no offense, but your eyes are the wrong color for
me."  The flamenco dancer pouted and flounced away.  Jason sipped his scotch,
closed his eyes and thought back to that first, incredible night.
For their trip to the club, she had worn an outrageous shiny rubber miniskirt
in hot pink that fit like a second skin.  If that wasn't enough, she had topped
it with a tight-fitting jacket of white patent leather, accompanied by fishnet
stockings and pink patent spike heels.  She wore no blouse under the jacket,
and if she wore a bra, it must have been quite low-cut, as her burgeoning
cleavage was plainly displayed in the neckline.
His first reaction was that she looked like one of the hookers on Main Street,
or a heroine from a B-grade movie, although unarguably sexy!
"My god Mandy," he said, "you look delectable!"
She grinned a wicked grin. "Yes, I know.  I take it then that you like my
tastes."
She even sounds like a b-grade movie, he thought.  He convinced his eyes to
stop exploring her body, to meet her gaze.  "Mandy, I LOVE the way you
look...it's just that...  I guess it's a bit of a shock.  At school, you never
wear anything more provocative than a tight sweater...do you dress this way
every time you go out?  Don't you get a lot of flack from your parents?"  He
realized he was gushing and shut up, coloring slightly.
She smiled wryly at him and ticked off her reply on her fingers.
"First: I dress the way I dress at school in order to identify with those
little idiots who follow me around like puppy dogs.  I give them something to
look up to, they give me a certain cachet of respectability, helping me to get
on the cheerleading team, the school newspaper, the yearbook staff, student
council, and so on.  That stuff looks great to college scouts, after they
finish examining your test scores, of course.  "Second: no, I don't always
dress this way when I go out, only when I want to reduce my date to a drooling
blob of lust."  She grinned mischievously.
"It's working, believe me," stammered Jason,
"..third," Mandy interrupted, "no, my parents don't mind much at all..  you
should see some of the things THEY wear.  "and fourth, are we going to dinner,
or not?"
During dinner, while his head was reeling from her fantasticly clothed figure,
her slightly musky cologne, and two glasses of wine, she whispered to him in no
uncertain terms what she expected of him later.  Jason was in pubescent heaven.
 His erection had not subsided since she'd opened the door, and she certainly
wasn't helping with her thoroughly lurid account of the things she wanted to do
to him.  If she weren't so straightforward and bossy, he thought, I'd think she
was the biggest tease of all time.
By the time dessert had arrived, she had removed a shoe, and was massaging his
uncomfortable bulge with her toes, the concealing tablecloth keeping their
secret.  When she put her shoe back on and began squeezing his crotch between
both heels, he thought he would explode.  He didn't want to cream in his pants,
but he didn't want to make a scene, either.  The whole time, Mandy kept up a
stream of innocuous conversation that for Jason, became increasingly difficult
to follow.
When they got to the car, she leaned back against the car, inviting him into
her arms.  For a few seconds, Jason hugged her gently, as if afraid she would
break.  He kissed her hesitantly, just before they both threw decorum to the
wind, each grabbing the other fiercely, smothering each other with their
mouths, their toungues.  Jason squeezed her ass and pulled her tightly to him,
marvelling at the unusual feeling of the smooth, pliant latex covering her
muscular cheeks.  Mandy responded by pushing her hand down his pants.  Jason
felt her hand around his erect shaft, and suddenly knew that they would not be
getting home at the hour he'd promised his mother.  He drew his head back,
looked her in the eyes.  "I think we'd better go somewhere."
Mandy had him drive to the outskirts of town to an abandoned farmhouse she knew
about from some previous amorous adventure.  The entire way, she was melted
against him, rubbing his skin with her hands, and distracting him from driving
in general.  Soon she had opened his fly, and had scooped everything out. 
Jason tried to think of something to say, but was overcome by the unique
sensation of SOMEONE ELSE handling his cock, softly squeezing his balls.  He
tried to concentrate on the road, but when she pulled him into her mouth, for
the second time that week, he almost drove off the road.  "Ah!  ..ahhh" was all
he could say.
"Relax," she said, releasing his cock for a moment, "you drive the car, and
I'll drive you."  She again bent to her task.  During a moment's clear thought,
he realized she was quite good at it.  Every time he felt ready to come off,
she either slowed down or stopped altogether, moving her attention and tongue
to his balls, or neck, or earlobes.  Only once did she come up for air, to give
directions.
When they finally arrived, Jason pulled out a large picnic blanket his mother
kept in the trunk, "for road emergencies".  He'd decided that this was a road
emergency.  In seconds, Mandy had him down on the blanket on his back, her legs
astride his hips, and her hands pressing his shoulders into the soft earth. 
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" she asked softly, smiling gently down at him in
the pale moonlight.  Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't break her gaze.
"Umm, yeah," he answered sheepishly.
Softly, she stroked his face. "Heyy.... heyyy," she cooed, "it's alright! 
Everyone's a virgin some time in their life.  You just sit back and enjoy the
ride.  If you feel like doing something, say so, or just do what comes
naturally.  Now then..." She squirmed backwards enough to get at his belt and
stood suddenly, unceremoniously yanking off his pants.  "There!  Now we're
getting somewhere," she exclaimed, grabbing at his underwear.  When she had him
totally nude he protested, "Hey, wait a minute, I'm not wearing a stitch, and
you're still dressed!  That's hardly fair."

Mandy stood astride Jason's chest and looked down at his eager young face.  He
looked like a kid in a candy store.  She feigned a hurt expression.  "Don't you
LIKE the way I'm dressed?"  She ran her hands over the thin shiny patent
leather covering her breasts, turned to face his feet, giving him an excellent
view as she carressed her latex-covered derrier.
"Er, well, I didn't mean..."
"And besides," she added, bending to look at him between her knees as she
positioned herself above his head, "I'm not wearing any panties." So saying,
she knelt astride his chest, pinning his upper arms under her shins, and
squatting directly over his face.
Jason had actually dreaded this moment.  Although a virgin, he was by no means
ignorant, and through his reading and by the coarse jokes and bragging told in
the swimming team locker room, he had surmised that cunnilingus was a
distasteful and unpleasant experience.  All that changed in the next thirty
seconds. As she lowered her crotch over his face, she began stroking his erect
cock, occasionally leaning forward to tongue and partially suck on him.  He was
eager to return the favor.  He sniffed cautiously.  A melange of scent
surprised his nose.  The smell of the latex miniskirt, now hiked up around her
hips was reminiscent more of certain pipe tobaccos than the smelly innertube
rubber he was more familiar with.
This was mixed with a new smell, musky and rich, not unpleasant, but... 
strange, with a hint of some musky cologne.  He suspected she had scented
herself here as well.  Encouraged, he reached out with his tongue, exploring
the pink flesh hidden in the hair. She tasted much the same as she smelledhe
decided that the boys on the swim team must be crazy or liars, because he was
already beginning to like it.
As his tongue made it's first tentative entry into her hungry sex, Mandy
moaned, backed up into his mouth, and bent further to take him completely into
her mouth.  Jason bucked his mouth and tongue against her and into her, having
only a fleeting instant to thinkI'm doing it!  At last, I'm actually doing 69
with the best girl in school! before the rising heat in his groin became a
pulsing fire that swept through his mind, leaving only peace and a growing love
behind it.
"Hey buddy, if you're not gonna drink, how about letting someone else use that
stool, huh?"  Jason awoke with a start from his reverie, realizing his daydream
had become that lucid, remembering sort of sleep-dream.  He looked up at the
hard hat that had spoken, realizing that the deep voice belonged to a huge,
muscular woman dressed as a construction worker.  She had one meaty fist
clamped around the wrist of a fierce-looking smaller woman sporting a green
mohawk, the other around a huge can of Buddweizer.
Jason blinked and said, "Uh, I was just leaving."  Sometimes, he thought
heading for the other end of the bar, discretion is the ONLY part of valor.
As the saddening memories of his lost love returned, Jason hailed the
bartender, who had been replaced by a six-foot tall pink elephant, and ordered
another shot of the Macallan.  Wistfully, he thought about that first night of
blazing hot sex, of exploration and learning.  He remembered that at one point,
Mandy had been lying back, knees in the air, while Jason, his hands lifting her
ass, lapped and sucked hungrily at her pussy.
Essentially they were waiting for Jason's plumbing to recover before having at
it again.  Mandy had suddenly lowered her legs, tucking her ankles into his
armpits, and pulled her skirt down around his head.  When he started to back
out to see what was wrong, she urged, "No, keep going," and pulled him to her
with her ankles.  Jason, his head squeezed between her muscular thighs and the
tightly stretched skirt, his nose assaulted by her strong musk and the aromatic
scent of the rubber, set to with renewed vigor, and soon found his tool
hardening again.
It had been an incredible night, and he had learned a few new skills, too.
From that day forth, he had developed a special affinity for Mandy's style of
dress: high heels, tight fitting, yet revealing jackets and blouses and skin
tight dresses.  His lover had quite a few sexy outfits, including several made
from leather, or shiny, stretchy plastic, and a purple latex sheath dress that
looked as if it were painted on.  He especially liked the look and feel of the
rubber outfits.  She even had a pair of black bicycle shorts made of latex that
she insisted he try on.
The unique, clingy, slightly restrictive sensation had made him instantly hard,
and when she rubbed up against him in her purple rubber dress, he surprised
them both my suddenly coming in his pants.
The smooth, stretchy material seemed to be the ultimate in second skin,
emphasizing the shape of the body, smoothing imperfections, and even offering a
kind of isolating protection from the weather.  He looked everywhere for items
made of it, but to no avail.  To be sure, latex dresses and rubber pants were
shown off on perfect bodies in various fashion magazines from time to time, but
all he found locally were rubber kitchen gloves.
Finally, he asked Mandy where she had gotten her rubber items.
"Why," she giggled, "do you want a dress for yourself?"
"No," he lied, "I think I prefer rubber dresses on you.  I thought I'd get you
something new, but I can't find anything."
"Oh, my dad bought some of it for me when he was in New York, I don't know what
store.  Then I found mom looking through a catalog from some British company,
and I just asked her to order some things for me, too."
Jason had wondered what sort of parents bought teir daughter rubber miniskirts,
but kept his thoughts to himself.
For seven months, they were inseperable, despite the accusations from his
mother that Mandy "looked like trash" in her wild, sexy outfits. When Jason
told his mom who Mandy's parents were, and what neighborhood they lived in,
that was the end of that.
He did finally get to meet Mandy's parents, and received several clues about
Mandy's maturity and free lifestyle.  Both parents were highly paid
professionals, mom a mathematician for an engineering firm, and dad a nursing
instructor for a local university hospital.  They were smart, they knew their
daughter was too, and they were apparently very open minded about her
sexuality.  Their only iron-clad rules concerned her academic performance, and
her health.  Jason learned that they were the source of Mandy's uncommon but
sensible fixation on what she called, "safe sex".
Only once did Jason glimpse anything unusual about the senior Rafool's.  During
one weekend visit to Mandy's house to get her help with some schoolwork, Jason
went to the kitchen to grab them some Coke's.  On the way back, he passed the
garage door which had been left ajar, and from which some rather frantic
moaning and grunting was coming.  Upon peeking through the gap, he was greeted
by the sight of a large black mummy suspended by chains from the garage roof. 
The bag looked like leather, and covered the body within it from scalp to toes.
 It was liberally equipped with straps and buckles that had been drawn tight,
making the entire form-fitting arrangement quite taut.  Nonetheless, it was
quirming enthusiastically, and he noticed a wire dangling from the bag that
trailed off to his right.
Then he noticed, at the edge of his view, a pair of crossed legs belonging to
someone seated just out of sight.  The legs had on an extraordinary pair of
knee-high boots with high platform soles, whose spike heels must have been a
foot long!  Above the boots, the legs were dressed in something skin-tight,
red, and very shiny which he suspected was rubber.
Shaking his head in amazement, he quietly returned to Mandy's room without
telling her what he had seen.
Of course, thought Jason, it was to good to last...  Mandy's mother had been
hired to a lucrative position with a think tank in Washington, DC., and the
family moved away within a month.  It happened with hardly any notice, and
Mandy and Jason were crushed.  They spent days saying goodbye.
For almost a year, they wrote constantly, and once Mandy's parents payed her
airfare back to St. Louis.  They had a few precious days together, fortunately
during summer school break, which they spent seeing movies, shopping, and
enjoying wild and imaginative sex.
Before she left, Mandy told him that if he couldn't come to Washington, she
would be looking for another partner to spend her life with.  Although he knew
it was only fair, having it out in the open drove home the fact that he had
lost her.  It was years before he tried dating again.
Years later, in an adult book store, he found a magazine dedicated to
"fetishists".  The pictures of women (and men!) in corsets, rubber, and high
heels were tantalizing and a kind of relief, as he had imagined that his
fascination was unique.  He bought it and went home to look up the word,
"fetish".  It fits, he sighed to himself.  I suppose I'll never find another
girl like Mandy.  Inside the magazine, he found page after page of amazing
photographs.  And the clothes!  Every page showed men and women in the most
delicious rubber costumes imaginable.  There were rubber dresses, rubber
shirts, long rubber gloves and stockings, in every color one could want.  There
was even a severe-looking rubber corset that compressed one happily suffering
woman from her neck to her ankles!  Moreover, the people were doing the
strangest things!  As he drooled over the steaming scenes, trying to figure out
the straps, hoses and other paraphernelia, he noticed a tiny ad in one corner. 
It was a company that sold all these wonderful things!
Fortunately, Jason was working in the computer field, and had a good-sized
income, or he would have gone broke within a year.  He ordered a few rubber
goods from that first company, and subscribed to a magazine they mentioned. He
was still getting over the shock that there were other people out there who
loved rubber as much as he!  In the magazine, there were advertisements from
other companies making everything from anoraks to zoot suits, out of several
different kinds of rubber.
He had immediately reached for his checkbook.
Over the years, he built an impressive collection of rubber goods, from tight
women's dresses, to men's "blue jeans".  But through it all, despite his best
efforts, he could find no-one to wear any of it with, or to share his growing
interest in bondage.  Oh, he dated, and socialized, but he never found anyone
to share his secret desires.  Just once, he had dared to mention his fetish to
a woman he had been dating for some months.
They had made love a few times, and she had proved quite conservative-almost
boring, Jason would have said.  But she did seem to enjoy dressing sexy,
although more for looks than the feeling of the clothes themselves, so he
casually mentioned that he would like to see her in a dress he'd bought for
her, and when she agreed, he brought out a rather plain sheath dress in shiny
black latex.  It fit her well, but she complained that it 'felt weird', and
wouldn't wear it again.  He never dared to bring up the topic again.  After
they stopped seeing each other, he resigned himself to a lonely life of
masturbation and fantasies.
Attending tonight's Hallowe'en party was a half-hearted attempt to get out and
see the local nightlife. He'd noticed, over the last few years, a subtle trend
toward a 'trashy and flashy' look in fashion, and had begun to have hopes of
finding a lover who shared his tastes.  He had debated for hours what to wear
to the party, balancing the requirements for a costume against his desire to
"come out" in something kinky.  In the end, he settled on renting a Spanish
toreador outfit worn with his own black rubber knickers, and a simple domino
mask.
It took all his courage to wear the pants, too.
But as he pulled the stretchy, shiny latex over his legs, he realized it didn't
matter what people thought, tonight was Hallowe'en!  Tonight was the one night
he could wear anything at all without fear of ridicule or outcry.  He revelled
in the tight, smooth feel of the rubber jeans.  To hell with it, he thought,
I'm going to enjoy myself tonight!
At the party, which was hosted by a local radio station, he was greeted by a
delightful array of leather dresses, spandex pants and skirts, and other sexy
costumes.  But as he danced with various partners in turn, he realized that to
these nervously laughing people, they were just costumes, and none of them
would likely wear such things to the office.
There was no lack of spandex, plenty of cheap imitation leather, and a fair
amount of real leather, but not one bit of rubber was to be seen.  Eventually,
he sat down at the bar to rest and console himself with a drink.
Now, after two stiff scotches, he had become positively soggy with nostalgia. 
So, as he sat sweltering in his sweaty costume, feeling utterly alone in his
perversion, he was overwhelmed to see two women walk in, wearing what appeared
to be mostly rubber costumes.  And what costumes!
The first to enter, a tall redhead with an impossibly exaggerated hourglass
figure, was wearing what looked like a cross between a form-fitting jacket and
a corset, made of black patent leather.  She possessed the smallest waist he
had ever seen.  Below that, a skin-tight glossy hobble-skirt flared around her
ample hips, compressing her legs together from waist to knee.  Judging from its
smooth, shiny texture and its fluid movement as she walked, it was made of
thick latex rubber.  On her legs, she wore knee-length boots with six-inch
heels, that laced all the way up.
Her companion, a shorter brunette, was dressed in a classic french maid's
uniform, complete with white doily, except that her uniform was made entirely
of rubber.  She had on long black latex stockings with lace garters showing
just under the hem of her skirt.  His eyes grew wider.  On her feet were a pair
of cruel looking patent leather ankle boots with 6- inch spike heels, and heavy
ankle straps attached to each other with a sturdy little chain.  They seemed to
be giving her trouble, because she faltered a bit as the pair walked 

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 2-

"You seem to know a lot about dressing for pleasure," replied Jason, "That is,
most people don't even know it exists, and even less would be brave enough to
do it in public."
"What do you mean brave enough?"  retorted the woman who called herself
`Mistress Mayhem',  "Rubber and leather, plastic... they're just materials,
like rayon or polyester, with ah, more taste perhaps- you see women wearing
shiny plastic raincoats all the time, and leather has been high fashion for
years."
"Your problem is, you have this guilt trip because some people may think it's
kinky or wierd to wear clothes made of rubber.  So what does it mean to be
kinky - to be different?  What's wrong with being different?  Do you want to be
just another sheep in the herd,  or do you want to run your own life?"
She stopped, breathing a little deeper from her tirade, and stared defiantly
into Jason's eyes.
He tried to ignore the delightful things happening under her jacket as a result
of her heavy breathing.  "I don't know," he sighed, "I never seem to think
these things through.  Sometimes I think I need someone to run my life for me."
She raised an eyebrow at that, and looked him over again.  Her expression was
odd, as if she were looking for some specific thing that might be hidden
somewhere on his person.
Jason took the opportunity to look her over in turn.  He saw that what he had
mistaken in the dim lighting for a tight jacket, was in fact, a severe looking
leather corset - he could see the heavy boning within the material.
It was an amazing piece of engineering.  It looked like a jacket because it had
a bustier built in to the chest portion with deep-drawn, form fitting cups,
which jutted nearly straight out, showing ample cleavage.  The garment fitted
tightly from shoulders to well over the hips.  The waist was pulled in quite
severely, and since it was boned the entire length, it must have been
completely rigid.
No wonder she had seemed breathless when they first walked up!
The long rubber hobble skirt was tucked underneath it, and revealed the
muscular legs and derrier of someone who definitely had been getting her
exercise.
She stared into his eyes for a few minutes, then noticed him noticing her, and
seemed to reach a decision.
She grinned, saying, "Be careful what you ask for, you may get it!
Right now though, I feel like dancing.  Come on, you can't sit there being
pathetic all night!"
She grabbed his hand and dragged him from his bar stool, while simultaneously
shoving "Maid Marion" into the vacated seat.  "Marion will stay here, of
course."
Jason didn't ask why Marion `would stay there of course'.  Her silence and the
non-expression she wore worried him, though.  While Mayhem tugged him with
surprising strength in the direction of the dance floor, he resisted a moment,
staring back at Marion.  She still had that impassive look on her face, staring
at nothing in particular.  Suddenly, his pickled bloodstream caught up with the
sudden rise to his feet, and the dance music faded under a loud buzzing in his
ears, and all his attention focused, as if through binoculars, upon the seated
woman.  She stared captivatingly, if rather vacantly, back at him, their gazes
locked together while several hours passed.
He had plenty of time to notice little details that had escaped him when
`Mayhem' had first introduced them.  He saw why she never moved the feather
duster.  The `bracelet' on the wrist of her dusting hand was locked on by a
tiny padlock, and attached directly to her belt at the waist.  Moreover, the
feather duster was literally glued to her rubber glove, she couldn't put it
down, or grasp anything else with that hand.
Then too, something was definitely _wrong_ about her face, especially around
the eyes.  Her makeup's far too thick, he thought to himself.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP,  THUMP,
"IIIf ya wan't ma body, AAND ya think I'm sexy..."

The music swelled around his head, and as his hearing and head cleared, the
pounding bass reminded his bladder of several drinks.  He turned reluctantly to
follow Mistress Mayhem.
"I can see why your maid doesn't do much dancing," he shouted in her ear, as
they squirmed through the crowd to the dance floor.
"Yes," she replied, grinning, "you know, it is so hard to get good help these
days, and sometimes they have to be disciplined."
"Er, yeah.  Well anyway, as I was saying, it's all very well for you to say,
`Go ahead, be yourself', but sometimes, I'm not sure just who I am.
No, I mean, I know that I'm Jason Stewart; I'm a software engineer; I know that
I drive a green Saab, and so on, but..."
"That's got to be the fastest, most concise introduction I've every heard,"
interrupted Mayhem.
"Okay, okay, but anyway...I lead kind of a double life.  I've got...  hobbies,
interests that I can't do...right out in public, you know?"  Her eyes seemed to
widen a bit as he said this, but then hardened as he finished his sentence.
"Listen," Mayhem shot back, temporarily losing her upper-class affectation for
a moment, "you damn well CAN do almost anything that isn't downright illegal,
and quite a bit of that too, in public.  If you don't have the guts to, say so.
 It's all a matter of where your priorities are.  What's more important- your
own happiness, or some stranger's opinion of you?"
"Well, you see, it's not as simple as all that.  I, umm...  I REALLY like
rubber."  What was he doing?  Jason asked himself.  "It's like...  well, an
obsession," he continued, "I don't expect you to understand." He had just told
his secret to a total stranger!  Mayhem was looking at him with a faintly
amused expression.
He realized then, that in his desperation for company, he had made a classic
blunder.  He had blithely assumed from her costume that she shared his fetish,
and worse, he now realized that he had just opened himself to a storm of
ridicule from this walking wet dream.  As her smile grew broader, he prepared
himself for the worst.
"Oh, I understand, alright,"  'Mistress Mayhem' said.  She winked at him.
"Relax, will you?  'Marion' and I do these things all the time.  The costumes
and bondage games, I mean... hey, are you alright?"  She stared at Jason as he
stopped his half-hearted attempt at dance, swaying slightly within a clearing
of the crowd.
Jason had stopped dancing for a moment as what she had said sunk in, then he
did his dazed best to pick up where he had left off.  He was swimming now in
the latex knickers.  The scotch, though it had been excellent, was now making
him sweat, this conversation was making him sweat, and the fantastic, delicious
appearance of Mayhem herself was making him sweat.  He felt almost ready to
faint from heat, stress, and simple, unrelieved lust.
The music had changed to a current rock tune, and he refrained from picking up
the pace.  He noticed that while Mayhem's stilletto heeled boots were
definitely not made for dancing, she seemed surprisingly nimble in them.
Mayhem, seeing him falter several times, finally grabbed him with both hands by
wrist and bicep, saying, "Come on, you'd better sit down before you fall down."
She steered him back toward the bar.  There were no unoccupied stools anywhere
near where Maid Marion sat waiting.  Next to her, a man who looked like nothing
so much as a used car salesman was trying to engage her in conversation.  She
remained a statue, staring off across the dance floor.
Mayhem pulled up short in front of the polyester suit replete with polka dot
bow tie, Jason swaying every so slightly at her side.  Jason hoped this guy's
outfit was a costume.  He looked like Soupy Sales.  He wasn't particularly tall
either, at least sitting down, and Mayhem's sky-scraper heels brought her up to
where her leather-armored breasts jutted straight into his face.  It occurred
to Jason that he had never seen heels as tall as the ones these women wore,
except in fetish magazines.  He had certainly never seen anyone walk in them. 
Mayhem's confident stride, and precise, if tiny steps gave her a cachet of
power, of potency.
She was giving the used car salesman a hostile stare that should have melted
his suit to his skin.  He was oblivious in his determination to get Marion's
attention.
Mayhem tapped him on the shoulder saying, "She can't hear you or see you-she's
deaf and blind," she said.
The suit had obviously had too much to drink.  "Well uh, thash okay, he
said,reaching out to hold Marion's hand.  Jason watched Mayhem's hand shoot
out, grabbing the drunk's in a funny way, his wrist bent forward sharply.  He
heard the man hiss with supressed pain, saw him surge to his feet as if to
begin battle.  Something about his potential opponent made him pause, however.
Perhaps it was the fact that even with him standing up, Mayhem was still a head
taller than he.  Perhaps it was that her leather and rubber costume, while
undeniably sexy, made her appear less a fragile creature and more the armored
amazon.  Or maybe it was just that she still had his hand and wrist in that odd
grip, and as he stood, she put her other hand atop his, twisting downward, just
a bit.  The suit gasped, grabbing the bar with his other hand for balance.
"You were just leaving," she observed.   Mr. Polyester seemed to agree
wholeheartedly, his beligerence evaporating in favor of a frightened look over
his shoulder on his way to the door.
Mayhem seemed to forget him the instantly, and within a few seconds, had Jason
ensconced in his chair with a cup of coffee, and was examining Marion closely. 
While Jason watched, fascinated with her every movement, she ran her hands over
Marion's face, removed one kid glove to feel under Marion's armpit, touch her
forehead.  She acted like a doctor examining her patient for a fever.  After
only a moment, she seemed satisfied, and turned back to Jason.
She looked at him seriously.
"Jason, we have to get home pretty soon."  She looked him over, considering 
something.  "But since you claim to like our costumes so much, why don't you
join us for a while, it's still early."  She grinned in what seemed a familiar
way.
"Umm.  Well, I..."  He was at a loss for words.  He managed to admit to himself
that  Mayhem frightened him, a little.  He struggled for a moment with his
libido and his sense of self-preservation.
Mandy smiled reassuringly.  "We have quite a few things back at our house that
you might like.  Quite a lot of rubber.  I'd say about three-fourths of our
wardrobe is either rubber, leather or something like.  You can model some
things for use, and perhaps we can persuade Marion to put on something more
sexy."
Jason was flabbergasted at her offer.  He was also doubtful there was anything
so sexy as the latex french maid's outfit Marion had on now, but he didn't say
that.  Instead, he gushed, "Well, sure, I'd love to!  I've got a lot of rubber
and such myself, I'd say most of the dresses and... things...
would fit either you or Marion."

At her amused smile he stammered, "Oh! they're not for me!  I've sort of been
collecting them, in case I met... someone.  I mean someone like you.  I'd be
happy to have you try some of them on, I'd say most of them would fit either
you or Marion."  Here he glanced at the maid, feeling rather sorry for her that
she couldn't join in the conversation.  Apparently, she didn't sign or read
lips, as she had spent the entire evening staring straight ahead.   He looked
back at Mayhem, somewhat embarassed by his admission.
"Anyway, if you ladies would like to, we could stop at my place for coffee," he
finished lamely.
"Actually, I'd like that," replied Mayhem gently.
"By the way," Jason spoke up again, "speaking of Marion, and uh, I don't mean
to sound insensitive but what's her...um, problem?  She's not really deaf is
she? Has she... that is, is she being punished or something?"
"I'll explain later," Mayhem answered cryptically.
Jason realized belatedly that he might be pushing his luck, but his curiosity
was killing him.  He ventured another question.  "And why does she wear such
heavy makeup?  'Seems her face is pretty enough without it.  Or is that part of
the game?"
"I said, I'll explain later," repeated Mayhem, rather irritably.
Jason shut up fast, hoping he hadn't offended her somehow.
It struck him then, that she never asked or suggested things, she TOLD.
It would seem, he thought, that this headstrong woman was quite used to having
things her way.
The exercise had really made him sweat in the heavy latex pants, and they
slipped and squeaked over his thighs.  It felt good, and the effects on him
must have been obvious, for as he shifted in his seat, Mayhem said, "You seem
to be enjoying the party, I must say," as she pointedly stared at his crotch. 
"Perhaps we had best get moving."
"Not yet!" he exclaimed, "in a few minutes, it'll be midnight!  That's when we
all have to take off our masks!  Besides, it's only fair, since you already
know who I am, in name at least, and you're still a complete mystery to me." 
He did his best to smile engagingly.
"Why, don't you like mysteries?" she asked.  "Perhaps we'll just leave now, and
leave you wondering, `who was that masked lady?'."
"No, please don't...  I've waited all my life to meet someone like you.
I know it sounds corny, but it's true.  At least let's get to know each other a
little before we go our seperate ways."
"What do you mean, someone like me?" Mayhem shot back.  She smiled
mischievously.  "Since, as you say, you don't know a thing about me, how do you
know I'm someone you'll like?  I might have bizarre habits, or impossible
requirements for you."
Jason looked puzzled. "What do you mean requirements?  What sort of
requirements?"
She cocked her head up, the feathers of her mask swaying above her head.
"It seems to me, that you would very much like to get involved with me, and it
just so happens that I MIGHT be available.  But I can't take on just any suitor
who walks in off the street, now can I?   I am very choosey about who I
associate with.  Now, in your case, I immediately recognized a man in need of
certain training."  She stressed the word `training'.
Jason blushed as she continued.
"I might be persuaded to take you on, IF you agree to a few conditions."
Jason's head swam.  He had only a vague idea of what she was talking about, but
the dream of his lifetime had just fallen out of the clear blue sky, and he
wasn't about to take a chance on losing her.  Or them, as the case might be.
He grinned, stood up, and dropped to one knee.  "OK, then tell me," he replied
in his best television-Shakespeare accent, "how do I persuade you of my
sincerity and worth, fair lady?"
At that moment, somebody rang a godawful loud bell, and a lady in a clown suit
nearby shouted, "It's midnight!  It's midnight!  Off with the masks!"
Mayhem smiled at Jason. "Well?" she said.
"But you haven't answered my question," he said.
"Very well."  She raised her head to look down her nose at him.  You must
undergo trials and tests of my devising, fair knight, before you may win MY
favor."
They both laughed. "Fair enough," he answered, and removed his domino.  He
looked expectantly at 'Mayhem', but she was still giving him the Queen Victoria
stare down her nose.  She said, "You must first promise to submit to any test I
decide upon, and to undertake any task I set you."
Jason wasn't sure how serious she was, but he answered, "I promise."
With a dramatic gesture, 'Mistress Mayhem' removed her mask. It took Jason
several seconds to before it hit him.
"Mandy!  Mandy Rafool!"  It was his first sweetheart from high school!
He was in shock as she stood grinning down at him like the Cheshire Cat.  He
staggered back to sit back down.  All he could do was sit and admire her,
wondering what quirk of fate had brought them together again.
She looked miffed.  "Is that all you can say?" she demanded, "Some greeting for
a long-lost lover."
Jason leaped to his feet, reached for her and before she could say anything,
was kissing her soundly. Immediately, she pressed one stiletto heel into his
foot, causing him to yelp and leap back, looking at her with a hurt puppy
expression.  "That's the first thing we're going to have to teach you," she
said, "how to treat a lady with respect!"  But she was smiling warmly,
nonetheless.
"That smarts," he said ruefully.  "Hmm, you're acting fairly calm about... 
waitagoddamminute!  Do you mean to tell me that you knew all along, that you've
been sitting here leading me on, and you knew who I was all along?"
He glared at her accusingly.
She stared calmly back at him.  "For one thing," she said, "it's not my fault
you chose to wear a simple domino mask, instead of something more elaborate.
Second, if you hadn't been half pickled by the time we got here, you might have
been observant enough to recognize me."  She frowned at the mad rush for the
bar that the bell and the accompanying announement had precipitated.
"Anyway, we've got a deal, so let's get out of here before the whole place
turns into a zoo."
"Come on, Maid Marion," she said, ( too loudly Jason thought), "we're leaving."
Marion, who hadn't moved from her stool since she sat down, stood up.
She seemed to teeter on her six-inch heels.
"Wait! I just noticed!" Jason exclaimed.  "Maid Marion hasn't got a mask to
take off.  Come to think of it, she didn't have one when you two arrived.
She must be the only person here not wearing a mask.  Now that's hardly fair!"
By now, he had figured that something was most definitely up with the young
lady, and he still thought to figure it out.
"You ought to at least introduce us, Mandy," he tried.
"You've already had as much introduction as you're going to get.  I'm afraid
she's not allowed to speak to anyone until we get home.
Besides, she DOES have her mask, in a way.  You'll see."
Jason looked from Mandy to 'Marion' to Mandy again.  "But... oh, alright.
Do you two have a car?"
"No, we took a taxi.  And you should have seen the cabbies face!  I think we
must have distracted the poor man."  She did not appear geniuinely sympathetic.
"Anyway, you'll drive us, won't you?"
In the car, with Mandy riding shotgun, Jason couldn't help looking in the rear
view mirror at 'Maid Marion'.  He couldn't figure out what was wrong about her
appearance.  She looked perfectly normal, but she never showed any emotion,or
expression, however slight.  Very odd.  Even when someone was `being serious',
they usually had some facial movement.  And there was something about her eyes
that still bugged him.  A passing car blared its horn at him, and he
concentrated on his driving.  Mandy was filling him in on the last several
years.
"You see, I just realized one day that I was cutting off half the human race. 
And, well, you know how horny I was in high school?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"For me anyway, it got worse the older I got.  Or better, depending on how you
look at it."
"Oh."  Brilliant comment, thought Jason.  Really snappy repartee.
Mandys hand was migrating into Jason's crotch.  "So, one saturday, I was
feeling lonely and very horny... I'd just broken up with George, so I was
pretty digusted with men in general.  All of my so-called friends were really
just business people, and like I said before, I had already left the money
circle behind.  Besides, most of them were men.  I decided I needed some
friends I could talk to.  I went to The Three Sisters."
"What's that?"
"It's a gay bar.  For women.  I met a woman named Sandra there, and she invited
me to a party.  I had a few drinks to get my courage up and I went. It was a
pretty wild party, with a lot of leather and rubber, cross-dressers, corsetry
nuts, you name it, most of the people were pretty kinky, one way or another. 
Anyway, somehow I ended up doing this scene with a couple from Ohio, they were
really into fetishes, bondage, dressing for pleasure, a lot of things I'd been
playing around the edges of for years.  We became pretty good friends.  That
woman taught me a lot about men."
"Since then, I've met 'Marion' here, and one or two others, and we've been
having a grand time ever since."
Jason was looking a little pale.  "Are you saying you're gay?  A lesbian?"
"No.  I'm bisexual.  And what if I were strictly les?  Would you think I  was
subhuman?  I had thought you were more open minded than that."  Jason blushed.
"I've come to realize," continued Mandy, "that it doesn't matter what labels
other people put on me, what matters is whether I'm enjoying myself.  I do what
pleases me."
"And what exactly is it that pleases you?" Jason queried.
"You'll see when we get to the house.  Do you want to stop off at your place,
and pick up some clothes?"
"That depends. How long would you like me to stay?"

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 3 -

Mandy stared at nothing out the windshield.  "Oh, about a week should do."
"A week!  I was thinking of hours!  I can't stay a week, I've got to be back to
work on Monday."
"Oh, come on," Mandy said reproachfully, "we haven't seen each other in years. 
Besides, you look like you could use a vacation.  Don't you have some vacation
time you could use?"
"Well... I've got thirty days a year, and I haven't used any yet, but.."
"Then it's final!  I'll hear no more about it.  We'll just stop off at your
place, pick up this kinky wardrobe of yours, and then head for my place.  This
will be a blast, you'll see."
"Oh, what-the-hell!  Why not?  Like you said, it's been a while. Damn, girl! 
How long's it been-ten years?"
"I told you before.  I'm a woman, not a girl.  Please don't make that mistake
again."  Something in her tone made Jason glance sideways at her.
She was looking straight at him, with a very hard look in her eye.
"Jeez, hey, no problem," he said, "Take it easy."  She didn't say anything else
for quite a few miles. Finally, to break the silence, Jason said, "So what was
that business with the drunk's wrist?  He looked like he was having a
coronary!"
"Aikido," Mandy replied. "When you enjoy dressing the way we do, sometimes you
have to remind men of their place.  You know, the whole syndrome of `If she's
dressed that way, she must be ASKING for it.' You  have to defend yourself,
because the police can't and the courts...well, by the time you get to the
courts, it's too late, and they probably won't do anything anyway."
"Why do I get the impression you've had some bad experiences?" asked Jason.
"I have," she replied.  "Maid Marion and I were walking back to our car from a
play party.  It was kind of a bondage...fetish...just-for-fun kind of thing. 
Marion had gotten both her arms and legs put into casts...  well, it was a
strange and exhausting evening.  Some social cancer saw a cripple walking with
a sex goddess and decided we were fair game.  I got scraped up quite a bit, and
Mandy got cut on her hand, but we came out on top.  So to speak."
"What happened to your assailant?"
"He got hospitalized with several broken ribs and a crushed testicle.
Marion couldn't walk without some crutches we'd improvised at the party, but
her arm casts made damn good clubs!"  They both chuckled at this.
When they reached his apartment, Jason looked over at his rediscovered lover
and said, "Listen, do you think you could give me a hand with the latex and
stuff?  It's kind of heavy."
The domelight showed Mandy feigning shock.  "Do I look like menial labor? 
Besides, I have to stay here to make sure our maid doesn't run away."
Jason laughed. "I can't imagine anyone wanting to run away from you!"
As he headed for the steps, she muttered at his back, "You might be surprised,
my love, you might be surprised."
As soon as Jason had disappeared inside, she quickly opened the door, and got
in the back seat with their other passenger.
Inside, Jason dashed through the apartment, collecting luggage, toiletries kit,
towels, and clothes.  These were crammed into a small valise.  From a closet he
dragged out a huge steamer trunk, dragged it into the bedroom and opened it on
the floor, talking to himself all the while.
"Boy, oh boy, you have really got yourself into it this time. You haven't seen
this woman for how many years, and the first thing you do is take a week of
vacation just to get into her pants again.  And gawd, has she changed!  She's
been sleeping with women, she's on some kind of power trip, and she totes
around some kind of groupie who's into who-knows-what."
But his libido had other things to say: Yeah, but look how she's grown...  what
a woman!  And did you see her outfit?  That latex hobble skirt is so thick she
can barely walk, and those boots-wow!  Listen man, don't be a fool-you pass
this up, you may never see her again.
Apparently, his balls were winning the argument, because he threw open another
closet, revealing his treasure of rubber garments, some hanging over wide,
padded hangers, some folded in neat piles on shelves.  All of it had been
lovingly polished until it gleamed like patent leather.
He also opened several drawers to retrieve bondage gear, some unusually
restrictive clothes, and several corsets.  All of it was dumped unceremoniously
into the huge trunk.  On the top of this pile he tossed several containers of
talc, with which to powder the latex.
He paused at the bar for a shot of dutch courage, then thought better of it. 
"Damn! I'm driving," he muttered.
Having wrestled the heavy trunk and his overnighter to the head of the sidewalk
steps, he paused to catch his breath.  Looking down to the car, he saw Mandy in
the back seat with the other young woman.  She appeared to be doing something
under the other's skirt.
"Well, get used to it, chum," Jason told himself, and huffed slowly down the
stairs.  He got the trunk loaded, and as he got into the drivers seat, he
noticed an audible panting coming from the back seat.  When he looked in the
rear-view mirror, ` Maid Marion's ' expression hadn't changed a bit, although
he saw that her eyes were wide, as if she had been startled or excited by
something, and was trying to hide it.  He thought about the two of them
enjoying each other in the back seat while he had been packing  arm loads of
rubberwear upstairs.  It bothered him to think he might have to share Mandy's
attentions with some one else, but then... it also excited him to think of the
two women screwing in tight, shiny, and sweaty latex outfits, too.
He realized he was holding a double standard.  That bothered him too, since
he'd always thought of himself as open minded.  Now he knew how difficult it
could really be to be TRULY open minded.  He resolved not to show his
discomfort with the two women's relationship until he had had time to think it
over, and perhaps, get to know the mystery woman in the maid's uniform.
"It really bugs you that Marion and I are lovers, doesn't it?" asked Mandy.
Shit, thought Jason.  So much for keeping secrets.  "Am I that transparent?" 
he asked her.
"I'd claim it was all women's intuition, but I don't think I have any.
I caught a glimpse of you at the top of the stairs, and I just watched your
face when you got into the car.  You were looking pretty stoic, kind of overly
nonchalant, so I guessed."
"Yeah, I guess I was...well, AM a little bugged," admitted Jason.
"Must be the way I was raised."  He looked sheepishly at the floor, letting the
engine idle while they talked.
"Thought so.  Usually, I'd give you my standard half-hour lecture about
bisexuality, but I know you, and it would be an insult to your intelligence. 
I'm going to assume that you will find a way to deal with it, because if you
can't, you can NOT be a part of my life."
Jason looked very thoughtful as he put the car into gear, and they accelerated
down the street.  After they were on the highway again, he asked, "So, where is
this retreat of yours, my dear?"
Mandy, who was once again in the front seat retorted, "Hah!  I'm not your dear
yet!  You still haven't passed my tests, survived my trials, fair knight."
Jason shot her a glance. She wore a wry grin and a twinkle in her eye.
"All right lady, you win.  Just point me to the sword in the stone, and I'll do
my best."
"That's the spirit!  Ok, just take 276 south to Morton Road..."
Sometime later, by then nearly three in the morning, they pulled into a gravel
lane, shaded by huge oaks.  A metal box set into the massive brick gate post on
Jason's side of the drive required him to punch in a combination which Mandy
gave him, to open the massive wrought iron gate.
"Jeee-zus!  What are you doing for a living these days?  You didn't tell me you
were loaded now."
"You didn't ask.  I'm sorry to say that I didn't earn all of it.
My father passed away several years ago, leaving me his company holdings and
enough liquid assets to build this place."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know.  If there's..."
"Oh, it's alright.  It was sudden and painless.  In any case, I made quite a
bit on my own in the market, but the inheritance allowed me to retire earlier,
and with quite a bit more income.  I really don't have an interest in business
anymore, so I have accountants and lawyers run the consulting firm.  I get
about half of the profits.  It lets me pursue my interests in privacy and
comfort, and if I'm careful with my funds, I can almost live extravagantly."
Driving up the lane revealed a large and picturesque cottage style country
house.  It was completely dark, not a single light in any of the windows.
"You two live here alone?" Jason asked, "You should at least leave a light on."
"Oh, there are burglar alarms.  Not to mention Charlemagne and Attila.
Watch."
As they pulled up in front of the stone porch, a deep, loud barking began, and
several flood lights kicked on, illuminating the entire front lawn.
"You see: the latest electronic wizardry-anything that ignores the warning
signs, climbs that iron fence has to face the lights and then Charley and
'Tilla.  Two huge Rottweillers appeared at a dead run, surrounding the car. 
Mandy rolled down the window, commanding, "Charley! 'Tilla!  Make friends. 
Heel!"  The dogs came off of alert, and meekly sat down on her side of the car.
 "It's alright, you can get out now," she told Jason.
"O-K, I'm convinced, you don't need to leave a light on," replied Jason,
nervously eyeing the dogs as he pulled the bags from the trunk. They watched
him constantly, but never moved.  While man-handling the trunks up the stairs,
he took advantage of his position to watch ` Maid Marion's ' muscular bottom
wriggling within a pair of tight black latex briefs under her short rubber
skirt.  Very shortly, he was having trouble walking again.
When they were all inside, and Jason had finished ooh-ing and aah-ing over the
opulent front hall, they moved into the adjacent library where he collapsed
into an overstuffed leather chair.  Maid Marion remained standing just inside
the room.  He took a moment to drink in the sight of the black and white latex
maid's uniform. Now, in the better light of the house, it looked even better
than before.  The second-skin bustier covered her completely up to the neck,
where a frilly Elizabethen collar topped the outfit.  He saw that her white
doily apron was also made from rubber, although it had a softer, mat finish. 
The rest of her uniform was polished to a high gloss.  She had quite a
curvaceous and well -endowed figure, too.
Although her bust was not as spectacular as Mandy's, much of that must have
been due to Mandy's outrageous bullet-bra corset-jacket.  The perfect fit of
both their costumes was emphasized by the highlights thrown on the skin tight
material by the overhead lights.  He wondered what it felt like to have breasts
with sensitive nipples rubbing within the lovely, stretchy stuff.
It was to be only a few days before he found out.
In an attempt to start the conversation again, Jason exclaimed, "Whew!
That chest was heavy.  Do you by any chance have something cold and wet for a
man dying of thirst?  If you'll point me toward the bar..."
"Just a minute."  Mandy was doing something at the maids collar.
"I promised I'd take Flo... uh, Marion's mask off as soon as we got home...
There!" she exclaimed, and with a flourish, removed the dark wig from the
maid's head.
"Mask?" Jason queried, "But she's not wearing..."
"Shush!  Watch and learn," she admonished.  She pulled at the maids neck, and
began peeling a strip of flesh colored tape from the other woman's neck. 
Beneath it were fine, closely spaced laces running up the back of her head!  As
these were loosened, Jason it became clear what had been wrong with the woman's
eyes.  Her head was completely enclosed in a skin-tight thin rubber sheath,
molded and colored to closely immitate a woman's head and face.  With makeup
over it, it had looked quite natural.
Only the hapless woman's eyes had shown through carefully shaped holes in the
face.  As Mandy peeled the hood off the woman's head to the front, a pretty,
young face was revealed.
"Jason, allow me to introduce Flora, my house mate."

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 4 -

Jason looked on in amazement as Mandy gently removed a rubber balloon gag from
Flora's mouth, and finished removing the mask.  Her real face was remarkably
similar to the face of the mask, although a little flushed-looking.  Jason
guessed that the mask had been molded from her actual features.
Flora blinked, sputtered and licked her lips several times. "Ahh. Roowaah. 
Christ, Mandy, did you have to leave it on so long?  I thought I'd die of
thirst!"  Jason stared as Mandy finished removing Flora's restraints.  Flora
had quite a pretty face, if not quite up to covergirl standards, and the tight
rubber maids' dress emphasized her hourglass figure.  "Incredible!" he
murmured.
"Oh, this is nothing," Mandy said, "we've done things much more interesting,
haven't we, my dear?"  Flora blushed.
"Umm, Flora, you must be pretty brave to wear a rubber mask like that for so
long," Jason commented, "it must have been very uncomfortable."
Flora smiled.  "A little, but I don't mind.  After a while, my face does get a
little numb, but that's okay.  Actually, this one fits like a second skin.  A
friend of Mandy's makes latex masks for the movie industry, you know- zombies
and such.  He made this one for us.  And believe me, I've worn much more
uncomfortable things.  I'm actually a bit of a pig when it comes to hoods and
helmets.  It feels good to have my head wrapped in a tight rubber hood.  I
can't explain it," she finished lamely.  "Of course," she added, "Mandy knows I
like them, so she's always trying to make them more difficult to wear."
"OR... I just leave her in it for eight hours or so," Mandy put in.
"If it's a severe enough hood, that usually wears down her resistance."
She got up from the couch.  "Why don't you fix us some drinks, Flora, while I
ahh, slip into something more comfortable, as they say."  She disappeared up
the stairs.
While Flora got creative with ethanol and ice, Jason looked around the paneled
sitting room.  "This is really quite some place you have here.  Mandy's father
must have had quite a flair for luxury."
"Oh no, he had nothing to do with it.  This is entirely her own creation," she
answered.  She minced over to him with the drinks, giving him an excellent
lesson in the difficulty of walking in stiletto heels.
"It's quite decadent really.  We have several bedroom suites, a hot-tub, a
sauna, a recreation room, and Mandy's added some very comfy refinements, like
this library.  There are reading nooks all over the house, too.  We're both
book worms, I'm afraid.  We've been very happy here."
"You didn't look very happy when she took that mask off you," he countered.
"Oh, that's just part of the game," she said.  "I can't admit that I didn't
really mind whatever she's done to me, or she'll just try to make it worse the
next time.  She looked shyly at the floor.  "I like being in that sort of
costume," she said and looked up into his eyes.  "And I gather you do too."
"Uh, well, I'm not into wearing dresses, if that's what you mean, but, yeah." 
I've been into rubber and latex for... well for a long time.  You see, I wasn't
shocked at your outfit, just the mask.  It's some kind of bondage helmet, isn't
it?  I've seen them in magazines, but I thought that was just for sado... 
sadomasochists.  I mean, you guys aren't into pain are you?"
Flora looked amused.  "Weeelll, I'm not really into the heavy whipping and
stuff, but a little discomfort, fr'instance, if it's part of bondage, I don't
mind at all.  And minor pain, like... well, anyway, minor pain is okay, it kind
of reminds you that you're alive, and that you're playing with power.  Sure,
Mandy and I, we do some pretty wild things.  Some things that might shock you."
"But you're not into say, whipping?"
"The closest I ever came to REAL pain were my piercings, and they were over so
fast, I hardly felt it."
Jason gave her a blank look. "Piercings?" he inquired.
She smiled and licked her lips.  "I'll show you sometime, if I can.
I'd show you now, but Mandy's got me locked in this damned chastity belt."
Jason looked shocked.  "Chastity belt!  That's so Victorian!
Surely she doesn't mean to keep you from, from..." he trailed off, embarassed. 
He realized that the drink was loosening his tongue, and he'd have to be
careful.
Flora looked slyly sideways at him.  "Oh don't be such a prude. I don't know
how long you knew Mandy, but she's changed since you guys were kids.  She's
just not that impressed with most men.  She says she wants to keep me for
herself, and frankly, I don't mind.  Most men are such...  well, prudes when it
comes to dressing for pleasure.  As far as they're concerned, dressing kinky is
just dressing sexy, so it's fine for women, but otherwise, it's for `sissies'. 
And then there's the macho attitude of most males... phooey."
Jason noticed her shifting her weight back and forth a bit, her hips swaying in
a slightly provacative manner.  He tried to concentrate on the topic at hand. 
"Uh, she doesn't seem to mind me," he said.  "You know, we go back a long way,
Mandy and I.  She's the reason I got into the rubber thing in the first place."
"Okay, I have to admit it," Flora said. "Mandy's told me all about you.  I got
kind of jealous, for a while, because she was tracking you down,
planning...well, I'm not sure what she was planning.  Anyway, except for a few
twinges of jealousy, I've really been looking forward to meeting you.  Mandy
said that when you guys met, back in high school, wasn't it?  that she wasn't
really kinky yet- that she just liked dressing sexy.
I guess her parents were very kinky though- it's no surprise she is the way she
is."
Jason smiled.  "She is a very pursuasive woman," he observed.
Flora seemed to want to talk, so he'd let her.  Moreover, she seemed to be
going somewhere with the topic, and he was curious where she would end up.
"She completely subverted me, that's for sure!  When we met, my idea of
dressing for pleasure was solely based on looks- what you could buy from
Frederick's.  I thought that kinky meant oral sex.  Everything she's introduced
me to, I've loved!  Every so often though, she'd mention you. Maybe you don't
realize it, but I think that deep down inside, she really fell hard for you."
"Yeah, well, I can tell you I was pretty crushed when she had to move to DC,"
Jason replied. "She seemed almost indifferent, though."
"Don't sell her short!  She's a very tough lady, and she's great at hiding her
true feelings."
"Um.  Well, I'm flattered that you thought of me," Jason said.
"And may I say, that I am very glad to have met you, too.  Do you have any idea
how rare it is to find women with fetishes like this?  Most of us rubber nuts
are men."
Flora smiled, looking up through her eyelashes at him, and closing the distance
between them.  She seemed to be shifting her weight quite a lot now, as if
something was making her nervous.  "You're the first man who really liked our
costumes for themselves," she said, "not just because they were on a female
body.  That's very refreshing, at least from my point of view.  As for this
damn chastity belt, it's actually quite nice at first,
 but it gets to be distracting after a while."  She licked her lips slowly and
deliberately.
"I should say so," said Jason, taking her hands in his.  "You've certainly been
distracting me for some time now.  How do you think _I_ feel?  I get turned on
this way too, you know, and I've been wearing these tight latex knickers for
half a day now."
Her only answer was to take one of his hands in hers, smiling at him.
Jasons eyes grew wide as she pulled one of his hands under the flounces of her
rubber skirt.  "What if she comes back?" he whispered.  She ignored him,
pressing his hand into her crotch.  "Flora!" he whispered fiercely, if Mandy
finds us like this..."  Her eyes were closed.  Jason's hand touched something
hard and smooth beneath the concealing folds of the rubber. She ignored his
questions. 
 "See?" she breathed.  "It completely covers the important parts, like a
girdle.  It's made of rawhide leather, molded to me while it was wet, then
dried and laminated with latex." With his hand pressed under hers, she was
moving the front of the chastity belt up and down slightly, probably all the
movement the tight-fitting appliance would allow.
She leaned forward to whisper some more, her breath hot and moist in his ear. 
"But it's not unpleasant to wear, oh no.  You see, Mandy...ahh...  didn't want
me to get bored, so she installed a pair of thick rubber dildoes in it, and
there are...mmmm.... a bunch of little rubber fingers right over my clit.  Ohh,
I can't quite...ah, damn!" she exclaimed softly.
"It's just barely too tight to let me get off."
"Incredible," Jason sighed, "no wonder you seemed distracted at the party." 
Her panting in his ear, and the feel of this strange hardness between her legs
had really worked him over.  Despite his determination to remain a gentleman,
he had become equally determined to obtain release, whether with Flora or with
Mandy, at this point he hardly cared.
"It's really trouble when I move," she said, "I can ignore it when I'm sitting.
 When I want to, that is."  She squirmed her derrier around for his amusement. 
"Of course, I couldn't hear well, or say anything at the party, because of the
mask and gag. I felt wonderfully helpless, and seeing you in those pants made
me horny as hell.  You have great buns, you know."
She began massaging his crotch through his rubber jeans.  Jason was worrying
that he might cum in his pants when they heard footsteps coming down the
stairs.
"I'll visit you tonight," Flora whispered, and gave his ear a parting nibble
before she moved away from him to sit in one of the reading chairs.
"I hope you two are getting on alright," Mandy called out from the landing. 
She winked at Jason as she walked in the room.  "She hasn't molested you too
badly I hope.  You've only just got here, and I'm sure you're tired after all
that booze and dancing."
Jason could say nothing in reply, he just stared.  His high school love had
been transformed.  Before him stood five feet and ten inches of full-flowered
womanhood.  She had donned a complex-looking catsuit of white patent leather
that completely covered her body except for her face.  Her head was covered by
the attached hood, fitted skin-tight, that laced at the sides, the lacing
continuing down along the sides of her neck, disappearing under her cape.  The
lines of lacing re-appeared from under her arms, and curved inward along
matching graceful lines to pass over the hips and down the front of her legs to
her toes, laced tightly all the way down.  Her cupped breasts peeked out from
the folds of a floor-length black latex cape with a high-backed 'Dracula' style
collar.  "How do you like it?" she asked.
Jason was floored.  She looked like something out of one of his wet dreams.  He
had seen catsuits like this in a European fetish magazine, but having her here,
walking around, talking to him...it was hard to believe after all his lonely
years.
"It's... it's wonderful!" he stammered.  "You look like...scratch that.  You
ARE a goddess.  You look as if you'd been poured into it.  My god, Mandy,
you've really outdone yourself.  I guess, I guess I hadn't realized until now
that you've become a woman.  All these years I've remembered you as a high
school girl, and now... well, you're a very beautiful woman, Mandy."
She glowed at his worshipful praise, removed the cape, and pirouetted for them.
 Jason saw that the suit was tightly laced down the arms, and at the front and
back of the waist, as well.  In fact, he recognized boning in that waist- it
had a built in corset!  It pulled her figure into a fantastic hour-glass shape.
 The breast cups of the suit were hand-tooled to resemble nude breasts with the
nipples standing out.  The boots had five inch heels and were part of the suit,
laced tightly from the toes to the tops of her thighs, where they joined
smoothly at the hip.  There was some kind of black fitting nestled in her
crotch, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
"Really, Mandy, it's the nicest outfit you own," Flora added, "you know I love
to see it on you.  But you should have asked me to help, I know how difficult
those laces are."
"I managed, as you can see," Mandy replied primly.  "I'm glad you like it,
Jason," she added, heading for the bar.  She picked up her drink and sniffed
it.  "Stolychnaya? " she inquired of Flora.
"Of course.  With white pepper, the way you like it.  Shall we toast our guest,
mistress?"
"But yes!" Mandy exclaimed, "Here's to Jason, may his latex never lose its
shine, and may he love all that he learns here!"
Mandy drained the slender vodka glass at a gulp and sighed.
"Ahh! That hits the spot.  Oh! Jason, you have to call your office, remember?
You promised you'd stay for a week."
Jason looked thoughtful.  "I tell you what," he said, "after what I've just
seen, I know how I want to spend my vacation.  I'm going to take two weeks off,
if it's alright with you."
"Of course it's alright with us!  Don't be silly.  Oh, damn.  You can't call
now, it's four in the morning, and tomorrow's Saturday. Can you call in early
Monday morning?"
"No problem, I can just leave a message with the answering service.
I'm kind of my own department anyway, and I finished my last coding project a
week ago.  Where's your phone?"
When Jason had made the call, Mandy took him by an arm, and indicated that
Flora should take the other.
"Well, Jason, would you like the nickel tour or do you just want to sack out? 
I imagine you're eager to see your bed after the long day you've had."
Jason tore his eyes away from her figure.  "Why ah, yes! Thanks! A bed would be
good," he managed to say.  They trooped up the wide, curving front staircase,
three abreast.
At the end of a teak-paneled hallway, she opened a set of ornate double doors.
"These will be your rooms.  Bathroom on the left, wardrobe and dressers on the
right.  Oh, and there's a surprise on the bed, it's just for special occasions,
we can change them for satin later.  Flora will get your bags.  I'll be back
later to check on you."  She paused in the hall, one hand still on the
doorframe.  "Oh, and if you need anything, I'd rather you didn't go wandering
around...just use the bell pull there." She nodded toward a tassled embroidered
tape, hanging next to the bed.
When they had left, Jason wandered around his room, bemused by it's lavish
appointments.  Rather than closets, a huge cherry armoir took up most of one
wall, with an equally large matching chest of drawers on the oppposite wall.
The walls were hung with burgundy velvet curtains, the floor was carpeted with
a deep pile in the same color, and the french four-poster bed was hung with
more velvet curtains.  The place looked like a sultan's palace!  Wondering what
the surprise was, he inspected the bed. He was delighted to find it covered in
sheets of soft amber latex rubber topped by a thick comforter of shiny black
latex.  He wondered how he'd ever get to sleep in sheets like that.  He noticed
that the upstairs was a little on the chill side, though, and he hoped it would
be enough to keep him from  sweating badly in all that rubber.
Flora trudged in, puffing, with his trunk and valise.  "You'll have to unpack
yourself, I'm afraid, the mistress wants her bath about now." She lowered her
voice to a whisper. "I'll be back later."  She gave him a quick taste of her
tongue and a brief squeeze at his crotch and was gone, leaving only the memory
of her rubber-covered breasts pressing against him.  Jason stood bewildered in
the middle of his room for a moment, and then began to unpack.
He decided to make use of the drawers and the wardrobe, and began carefully
folding and stowing what he'd brought, both the kinky and the mundane.  He
noticed one of the drawers was locked.  When he'd finished, and was ready for
bed, it was almost an hour later.  Since she hadn't showed up yet, he decided
to look for Mandy to ask what time they usually got up.  Forgetting her warning
about "wandering around", he headed out to explore.  At a door half way down
the hall, he stopped, hearing soft moans from within.  Not really wanting to
peep, he did anyway, peeking past the half-open door.  It was obvious where the
noise was coming from, but it took him a few moments to figure out exactly what
was going on.  It was a bizarre scene.
Mandy was sitting astride what looked like a child's wooden 'rocking-horse',
although few children had hobby horses like this one.  Flora was strapped into
a harness under the seat, inside the open-frame "body" of the horse, her body
arched back, and her legs bound to the rockers in a kneeling position.  Her
arms were laced behind her into a tight leather armbinder which was attached to
the harness at her waist.
Her head was laced into a tight leather helmet the face of which was attached
to the bottom of the saddle.  Unable to move, she was forced to service her
mistress as she rocked back and forth.
Mandy was moaning again.  "Yes, give me your tongue, you little slut," she
husked.  Jason was shocked.  Flora was moaning too, and from her sounds might
have been enjoying the proceedings as much as Mandy.  Mandy was still wearing
the white leather bootsuit, and for a moment Jason wondered how she could be
enjoying it so much.  Then he remembered the unexplained crotch fitting he had
seen earlier.  It must be a removable patch, he thought.
Presently, Mandy finished and rose from her seat, breathing hard, flushed and
smiling.  Jason thought that to be a prudent moment to leave, and returned as
quickly and quietly as he could to his room.

Jason lay in bed between latex sheets, somewhat stunned.  He wasn't exactly
offended by what he'd seen, rather to his surprise he was terribly aroused. 
His hand moved unconsciously to his cock.  He had wanted to join them.  He
imagined himself in Floras place, and he wondered at this, because it excited
him terribly.  He drifted off to sleep hearing Mandy's cries of lust in his
mind.
When Jason awoke, it was pitch black, and for a moment, he knew only that he
was NOT in his own bed.  Then the events of the day came back to him.  He lay
still for a moment, wondering what had awakened him.
"Jason?" a disembodied voice called softly.
Dimly, he realized he knew that voice, but couldn't place it.
"Who's there?" he asked, reaching for the bedside lamp.
The figure revealed in the sudden light made him wonder if he was still
dreaming.  A totally hairless android with large, high-set breasts and a
slender waist stood next to the bed.
"It's me, Flora," she said.  She turned on the other bedside lamp.
Jason stared as she climbed into the bed.  He moved over clumsily.
"How do I look?" she asked.
Finally he realized that she was wearing a catsuit.  A catsuit of pinkish-tan,
flesh-colored rubber that completely covered her from head to toe.  Her hair
was apparently concealed beneath the skin-tight hood attached to the suit.  He
wondered for a moment how she had room for her hair under that form-fitting
hood.  She looked delicious.  "You look delicious," he said.
She slithered up his body.  Hugging him and wrapping her legs closely around
his.  "Delicious enough to eat?" she asked.  He nodded silently.
She turned around to face his feet, and pulling a zipper at her crotch, romptly
sat on his face.  Jason was delighted to find that no chastity belt barred the
way now.  He took a deep breath and dove in.  Then immediately drew back. 
There was hardware in there!  In the soft light of the reading lamps he could
see several metal rings gleaming within her sex.
They were silver colored, about ½ an inch in diameter, and very sturdy looking.
 There were five pierced through each labia!  He had never seen anything like
it. It struck him as primitive... alien... and bizarre.  It turned him on.
There was another gold ring, larger and thicker than the others, through her
clitoris.  He put his tongue through it, and tugged experimentally.  She moaned
and pushed his head into the pillows with her sex.
"Mandy removed my chastity belt as a reward for being nice to her," she
murmured.  "Mmmm, I'll tell you about it later.  That feels very nice, you
know."  She unbuttoned his pyjama pants.  He was very hard, his cock jerking
back and forth slightly with his pulse.  She slowly licked the length of his
shaft, then engulfed him.
Flora turned out to have a mouth as skilled as it was luscious in appearance,
but all Jason could think of was the rocking horse and it wasn't Flora anymore
but Mandy moving across his face, and he imagined his arms immobilized as
Flora's had been, Mandy's sex pushing through the opening in her leather suit,
and he was Flora, and.. and.. they came almost simultaneously, Jason stifling a
shout at the last second.  After resting a bit, Flora rolled off of him,
cuddling up next to him, surrounding him with rubber-covered arms and legs.  "I
hope you don't mind taking a break, love," she said dreamily, "I'm so tired..."
But Jason wasn't listening to her or anyone else.
The next time Jason awoke, it was to the sound of angry, but muted voices. 
Mandy was shoving Flora out the door.  "..and I'll deal with you later!" she
hissed.
Jason sat up in bed.  Mandy looked stern for a moment, but then her face
softened suddenly, and she said, "Boys will be boys.  Breakfast is ready,
sleepyhead, why don't you shower and dress and meet us downstairs?"
Jason was completely confused. "But... hey, it's not like you think.. I
mean..."
"Don't you worry your gorgeous head about it.  You'll be too busy with my
trials today to think of anything else.  See you downstairs!"  She closed the
door behind her.
Jason was dumbfounded.  He'd really fouled things up last night by letting
Flora remain in his bed, and now Mandy was acting weird.  I hope the rest of
the week isn't like this, he thought.  When he had finished showering and
shaving, he decided to surprise Mandy by wearing a new silk bathrobe down to
breakfast.  But no sooner had he stepped from the bathroom, than something dark
and heavy came whooshing down over his head, as Mandy's voice cried, "Gotcha!".
She had pulled some kind of bag over his head.  "Hey!" he shouted, "What
the...!"  He struggled to get it off, but it covered him to his hips, and he
couldn't get a purchase from the inside.  "No fair, dammit! Mandy, let me out
of here!  I'll get you for this, wench!"
Mandy huffed and puffed as she hurried to buckle straps over the outside.  She
paused when she had him fairly secure.  "Wench is it?  You're in no position to
be insulting, bucko!  I'll teach you to screw the maid behind my back!"  She
laughed and pulled a strap up through his crotch.
"OW!" he exclaimed, "be careful!  What are you trying to pull?"  Mandy smiled
and exclaimed, "I'm pulling this!"  She tightened another leather strap.  "And
this!", another strap.  "And this!" another.  Inside the bag, Jason was running
out of room to struggle.  He could hardly move his arms now, and his breath
came in gasps.  The interior smelled strongly of leather.
"Let me out, PLEASE," he wheezed, "I'll smother!"  Fresh air and light streamed
in through a sudden opening.  He saw Mandy's smiling face through the zipper as
she said, "Now we can't have you suffocating, can we?  Since you demonstrated
your eagerness with Flora, I've decided to start your training a little early."
 She snugged up another strap, taking the last of the slack out of the body
binder.
"Training? What is this training stuff you keep babbling about?" Jason
demanded.
"Why, don't you remember?  You promised to endure any trial, accomplish any
task, in order to win my love.  This is your first trial. You may as well go
along with it, as you haven't much choice now, have you?"
Oh shit, thought Jason, she's gone off the rails.  His thoughts ran screaming
in little circles.  He had to admit, he was stuck.  He wondered whether she'd
let him go if he played along for a while.  Then he could escape.  But he
wanted her like anything, and would have done anything for her even now. 
Besides, he couldn't escape right now.  He could no longer move his arms, and
the straps through his crotch prevented him shrugging off the... bag or
whatever it was.  It covered his head too, and as she talked, she did something
that tightened that too, the leather compressing his face and head tightly.  He
sighed.  It was difficult now, to even open his mouth.  "All right," he mumbled
through the leather, "I'll go along with it."
Mandy snorted.  "As if you had any choice."  She turned him to look in the
bathroom mirror.  "Now aren't you a pretty package?" she asked.
He looked at his reflection.  He was bound in a torso-shaped leather binder,
like a straight jacket without sleeves.  It covered him from his head to his
hips.  Several heavy leather straps across the back and sides pulled it tight,
and two straps went throught the crotch to buckle in back.
He stared out through a zipper in the attached helmet.  His arms had been
forced up to cross in front of his chest.  He couldn't budge anything above his
hips.  Mandy fondled his cock for a moment, and despite himself, he found
himself growing hard.  Then she shoved him toward the bed.
"Why don't you just rest here while I see to Flora?"  She gave him a shove.  He
fell helplessly to the mattress. To his surprise, she bent over and kissed his
eyes. Then she closed the zipper, shutting off his vision.
He heard rustling clothes and a moment later she undid the zip over his mouth.
"Here, my love, you can chew on my panties while you're waiting," she said, and
stuffed a wad of satin into his mouth.  He sputtered and tried to object, but
she pushed until his mouth was full and closed the zipper.  He immediately
tried to spit it out, but the helmet was too tight over his mouth.  He forced
himself to breath calmly through his nose.  Seconds later, he heard the door
close.  Well, damn!  He thought, what have I got myself into?  This bitch is
nuts!  How am I going to get out of this?  He struggled again, but it was no
use trying to free his arms.  Already they ached somewhat from their cramped
positions.  He thought of getting to his feet and trying to get out, but then
realized his true situation.  Where could he get to without being able to see? 
He didn't know the layout of the house, and then outside, there were those huge
dogs.
All he could do was wait, helpless, with the smell of leather in his nostrils,
and the musky taste of Mandy in his mouth.
Lying on her bed, Flora told herself it had been worth it, but then she
remembered that no matter how much Mandy might enjoy a threesome, she still had
a jealous streak, and Flora knew she would use this latest "offense" as an
excuse for another long punishment session.  Flora was both addicted to and
terrified of these sessions.  Mandy's idea of punishment was usually a
combination of erotic stimulation, frustration, and uncomfortable, even painful
discipline.  If Mandy misjudged and Flora came, she "tortured" her and tried
again, until she got it right.  It was a strange combination of reward and
punishment and it usually pushed Flora to her limits.
She won't really hurt me, Flora thought, she's spiteful and capricious, but her
'torture' is always erotic and friendly, right?
She wouldn't do anything...
The door flew open with a bang.  "Hello, Flora," Mandy said softly.
Her grim smile gave Flora no comfort.  She stood framed in the doorway, a
vision in gleaming black leather and rubber.  It was her 'punishment uniform',
Flora knew.  Mandy wore a chrome-studded patent leather brassiere with pointy,
cone-shaped cups, a short black rubber miniskirt and knee-high laced boots of
red patent leather with 4 inch spike heels.  She had a bulky black bundle in
one hand.
"Take off your suit," she ordered, still standing in the doorway.
Flora still had on the thin latex catsuit she had visited Jason in.
She peeled it off her sweating skin and stood shivering slightly in the chill
morning air.  Mandy was apparently unimpressed by the fact that Flora's hair
seemed to be missing, for Flora was bald as a cue-ball!  Clean-shaven and
shining, the effect was rather exotic, strangely beautiful.
"Put this on," Mandy said next, throwing the bundle at Flora.
Flora caught the garment and examined it.  Mandy moved to close the window
through which the breeze came.
This was something new.  Mandy had both their measurements, and was always
sending orders for new costume and equipment creations to the rubber and
leather specialists in Europe and England.  This one appeared to be a very
long, heavily boned panty corselet.  Incredibly, it was made out of 1/8" thick
rubber, and the boning was so stiff, she could hardly bend it.
She opened the front busk and shuddered when she looked inside.  The heavy
rubber briefs that made up the lower half were fitted with a formidably large
dildo and an almost equally large butt plug.  In front of the dildo, the briefs
were lined with a narrow panel of ½" rubber fingers.  She turned it over.  The
waist section was cut severely small and the molded breast cups were lined with
more little rubber warts.  The garment would cover the entire torso up to the
jawline with a high collar, stiffened with more boning.  The corset section had
the usual laces for tightening it up the back, with more over the tops of the
shoulders and at the neck, too.
And there were what looked like two small swivel joints riveted to the back at
hip height.
Everywhere she looked on it, there was some other little feature intended to
torment the wearer.  The purpose of some things were not immediately apparent. 
There was a heavy rubber tube or hose, glued along the back from top to bottom.
 There was also a threaded metal stud attached at the crotch under the dildo. 
She couldn't fathom what either of those was for.  And frankly, the whole thing
looked a little small, even for her slender figure.  She shuddered, and looked
up at Mandy.

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 5 -

Mandy walked over.  "Here, you'll need this."  She handed Flora a hospital
-size tube of KY jelly.  Flora lubricated the dildo, the butt-plug and herself
and moved as if to put it on.
"No," interrupted Mandy, "do all of the inside and coat yourself, too... 
thoroughly."
Flora obeyed, spreading the slimey goo liberally over the inside of the
corselet, and then all over herself.  When her torso was completely coated in
the glistening goo, she stepped into the garment and started pulling it on. 
With both her hands and the rubber covered with lubricant, it took several
tries to get the dildo in, while Mandy unhelpfully stood by, watching with a
most unhelpful and predatory smile on her face.  The rubber dong seemed to be
pushing into her stomach when she got it fully seated.  It took even longer for
the butt plug, to allow her rear to relax, and she was panting with arousal
before it was over.  She gasped as it slid home, and her sphincter closed over
the constriction.
Mandy still stood silently watching, neither helping nor criticizing.
Next Flora slipped her hands through the arm-holes, and her breasts slithered
into place.  Her nipples hardened further at the first caresses of the ribbed
rubber cups.  She had to struggle to get the front busk closed, even though the
back laces were loostened completely.  She sent imploring looks at Mandy, which
were ignored.  Finally, she got the last fastener hooked and she relaxed
slightly, her torso slipping around a little inside her steel and rubber
prison.
The next thing Mandy handed her was a pair of thigh length boots, made from
very shiny patent leather.  They had six inch spike heels, and they laced from
toe to hip.  She sat down on the bed and put them on.  Even un-laced, the
corselet was so unyielding she had a hard time bending over to lace the boots. 
The only thing that made it possible at all was that the boning ended just over
the hips, allowing her to bend at the hips slightly, although she had to keep
her back very straight, or the compression against her belly would make it
impossible to breathe.
Eventually, however, the boots were laced to Mandy's satisfaction, which meant
very tightly, and without wrinkles.
Flora stood up and walked about a bit, unsteadily, but successfully. She had
gotten a lot of practice at walking in very high heels, over the last several
years.  The fact that she was tall, with somewhat long feet for a woman helped
a great deal.  The dildos macking up and inside her did not help her
concentration, however.  Nor did the little rubber fingers stimulating her
nipples every time she twisted or turned, help.  And it was getting
increasingly hard to ignore the bits that fingered her clit and labia and their
rings.
"All right, I'll take it from here," said Mandy.  She took Flora by both hands
and walked her over to an old-style corset 'lacing bar'.  This was a simple bar
hung from the ceiling that one grasped over your head in order to lift the
breasts while a corset was laced.  This one had leather cuffs added which Mandy
buckled onto Flora's wrists.  When she hauled on the rope, it pulled Flora's
arms over her head, eventually forcing her to stand very straight to prevent an
uncomfortable tension on her wrists and shoulders.
Mandy began lacing the corset closed.  K-Y jelly slurped and oozed out as the
corset's intimate grip tightened.  After completing one pass, she stopped and
left the room, while Flora squirmed uncomfortably.  In moments Mandy returned,
with a motor massager strapped onto her hand.  She applied this to Flora's
crotch a few times, passed it over her breasts.  Flora hummed softly with
delight.  When she started to wiggle in ernest, Mandy stopped and sat down. 
After a while, she started lacing again, pulling harder now this time, until
again, she took a break to allow Flora's waist and innards time to adapt to
their new shape.  Once again, she applied the massager, stopping as soon as
Flora showed signs of an approaching orgasm.
This time, she broke her silence. "Please, Mandy!  This is too much!  Let me
come, just once, please!"
Mandy just smiled.  Again she tightened the laces, the eyelet rows slowly
closing, even planting her knee in Floras back for leverage.  Flora gasped. 
This was the worst corset she had ever worn!  She could feel her waist
compressing, her lubricated skin sliding under the slippery rubber to conform
to its new shape.  The rigid, straight back of the corset began to pull her
into a more erect posture.  This caused her breasts to re-adjust their
positions within the lubricated cups, which she had to admit, felt wonderful.
Mandy paused for breath, sat down and addressed her slave and lover.
"What do you think of your new clothes, Flora dear?"
Flora tried to sound enthusiastic, but in truth the dildoes and the fiendish
rubber fingers, combined with the delicious compression of her torso were
distracting her beyond her ability to fight.  "It's uhh, very nice, mistress. 
I unngh, like it very much."  She shuddered with excitement, unable to obtain
release.
"Good!  You'll like your new waistline, too, I'm sure."  Mandy again bent to
her task.  She pulled and heaved, until at last the eyelets met.  She tied off
the laces, rolled them up, and then zipped closed a flap which covered the
lacing smoothly.  She produced a tape measure and announced, "Nineteen inches-
Beautiful!  That's probably about eighteen under the rubber.  Now don't go
anywhere without me," she said, and left the room.
She returned moments later with several pieces of chromed metal tubing and an
assortment of complicated looking hardware.
Oh shit, thought Flora.  Alex has built another one of his infernal
contraptions.  I wonder what this one is going to do to me?
Mandy slid the longest tube, which was about five feet long, into the
reinforced rubber tube cemented to the back of the body shaper.  She forced
Flora to stand ramrod straight, in order to get the pipe in.  This was rather
uncomfortable, for the human back has a natural curve in it, and  Flora's
relaxed posture was not the best.
The next piece, about 2 feet long, was slid over the first, at the bottom, with
a slip joint.  At each end of this cross-piece was a ball joint fixed to a
leather cuff.  These she buckled around Floras ankles.
Next she threaded a long thin rod into the threaded stud at Flora's crotch.
This rod reached the ankle crosspiece, where it was clamped rigidly to the
center.  Now, any movement up or down by either foot would thrust the dildo in
or out.  Further, any movement forward or back would twist the dildo back and
forth.
The next piece of tubing, shaped like a `T', fitted into the top of the
vertical tube where it emerged from the rubber.  It was equipped with leather
straps attached behind each shoulder, with a swivel-joint at each end.  Mandy
fastened the straps around each shoulder, through the arm-pit.
She paused again to put the massager on Flora's breasts for a few seconds, just
to maintain her interest.  Flora moaned, squirming as much as she could, (which
wasn't much) within the confining garment.  Next, Mandy attached the last two
pieces of tubing.  Each one connected the swivel joint at an ankle with its
corresponding swivel joint at the shoulder.  The middle of the tubes dropped
into the swivel joints on the back of the body shaper at the hip, and were held
in by pins.
"My, my, Alex certainly is a craftsman," Mandy said.  "This is possibly his
most ingenious invention."  Flora's only reply was another soft moan.  The
movement and shifting while getting the hardware attached to her had caused the
tight rubber corselet to slide back and forth over her slippery body, rubbing
and stimulating her until she nearly came.
"And now for the crowning glory," Mandy crooned, lifting up a rubber hood.  It
had several attachments and fittings and she wiggled it as she walked toward
Flora with it.  The thick rubber made a sort of liquid rustling sound as she
shook it.  Flora looked mournfully back.  Fine beads of persperation had
appeared on her forehead.  "Oh, knock off with the sad eyes Flora, I know you
too well.  You're probably having the time of your life right now.  Well, you
may think this feels wonderful now, but remember, it's possible to have too
much of a good thing."
"Too much sex?" Flora taunted, panting, "is that possible?"
"That, my dear, is what we are... that is YOU... are going to find out.  I'll
wager, that you'll be begging for relief before this is over."
"Yeah," panted Flora, "Sounds like...ah! a safe bet."  She was grinning openly
now.
Mandy held up the hood, turning it 'round, so that Flora could get a good look
at it.  "You like discipline hoods, don't you, slut?"  The game was afoot
again.
"Oh YES, mistress," replied Flora, picking up on her cue.
"Well, you're not going to love THIS one for long," she said softly.
Flora looked at it with a little apprehension.  It was a heavy rubber helmet
molded from more of the heavy latex.  It too, looked to be about 1/8-inch
thick.  The face had been molded to look exactly like a human female, if human
women had very shiny ebony-black skin.  There were naturally shaped holes for
the eyes, and stubby little tubes that fit up into the nostrils.  It had a long
collar built in.  There were buckling straps along the sides and back, a
breathe-through inflatable gag fitted at the mouth, and two dozen 'd' rings
down the back for lacing.  It was a formidable helmet, and Flora was duly
intimidated.
Without further ado, Mandy pushed it on over Flora's defiant, grinning face,
pulling it back, and checking to see that the nostril tubes were properly
seated.  She made sure that the inflatable gag was forced well into her slave's
mouth.  She lifted one rear edge and asked Flora if she could breathe easily. 
Flora grunted once to indicate that she could.  Fun was fun, but you didn't
play games with your breathing.  Next Mandy seated an earpiece in each ear,
pulled the flaps back, and began lacing it up.
From the start, it was obvious to Flora that this hood would be quite severe. 
Before Mandy tightened the laces, there were almost 2 inches of space at the
rear.  When she was done, there was none.  The lacing went all the down the
neck, the posture collar sealing nicely to the collar of the body suit, forcing
Flora's head erect and her gaze, straight ahead.  Flora moaned a little more
loudly during the lacing process, perhaps testing the gag, perhaps losing
control but unable to do anything about it.
The last thing Mandy put on her slave was a wide rubber belt that had a pair of
opera-length, molded rubber gloves glued to it at the palms.  Flora's arms were
released from the lacing bar, powdered, and the gloves pulled on all the way up
to her shoulders.
Her hands were forced to conform to the gloves where the fingers and palms were
cemented to the belt.  Eyelets at the top of the gloves and at the shoulders of
her corselet were laced together, trapping her arms in the tight-fitting
gloves.  When the belt was put around her waist and laced at the back, its
purpose became obvious.  She now appeared to be standing with her hands on her
hips, and they would stay that way until she was let out.
Mandy's last step was to attach a bulb inflator to the fitting at the
mask-helmet's mouth, and give it four slow squeezes.  She removed the bulb from
the miniature one-way valve and inserted a small red plug into the valve.  The
valve now looked like a red mole or beauty mark next to her mouth.  The
breathing hole was practically invisible between the molded red lips of the
mask.
When all was said and done, Mandy stepped back to admire her handiwork.  Before
her stood a strange but proud looking mannequin, over six feet tall, wearing
red leather thigh boots laced tight and smooth, right to the bottom of her
black rubber corselet.  Her hips and breasts were exaggerated enormously by her
tiny 19 inch waist.  Her breasts heaved as she breathed, her diaphragm being
temporarily unavailable for duty.  Her back was literally straight as an arrow,
and her head was held proudly, if forcibly high. She stood with hands planted
on hips, as if daring all comers to a sexual duel.
Her face had the appearance of polished ebony, with prominent, if artificial,
cheekbones and a bald, gleaming black head.  Various chromed steel tubes peeked
from behind her.
Mandy carefully turned her around to look in the full length dressing mirror. A
muffled "Mmmmm, mph!" announced Flora's appreciation for her new look.  She
twisted this way and that to examine the hardware attached behind her, grunting
with pleasure as each twist of her body resulted in something being stimulated.
 She experimentally lifted a foot, and groaned.
Mandy had to catch her to keep her from falling. Mandy attached a small wire
lead to a socket in one ear of the helmet. The other end was plugged into a
small box which she clipped onto Flora's belt.  When Mandy flipped a switch, a
light glowed on the box.  "If you can hear me, Flora, nod your oops, no...grunt
once."
"Grmmp" said Flora.
"Excellent!  Now we're going to breakfast.  I'm sure Jason is practically
starving, and I know he'll be glad to see you.  Now walk ahead of me, and don't
worry about going too slow, heh-heh."
They headed for the lift cage, just over twenty feet away.

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 6 -

Flora was, in a way, enjoying herself immensely.  Although the corset portion
of the rubber body shaper was uncomfortably tight, making her feel a bit
breathless, the rest of the outfit was another matter.  Her head was tightly
encased in the helmet and felt, well... TIGHT, as if she had been drinking. 
The balloon gag filling her mouth distended her cheeks slightly, and gave her a
kind of simple, oral satisfaction, like she got from performing fellatio.
The fiendish attachments of the corselet felt entirely too nice, and she
squirmed a tiny bit, as little as the steel bar at her back allowed.
The look in the mirror had really excited her, for she hardly recognized
herself.  Her face had taken on the appearance of an ebony female android, and
her waist was now so tiny as to almost be unbelievable.  Ever since she had met
Mandy they had both been reducing their waists through tight-lacing, even
wearing a tight belt to bed.  But this was certainly the smallest that Flora
had ever been laced down to.  It had taken almost an hour of intermittent
tightening to fully close the laces, and she was surprised that her waist and
ribs were still relatively comfortable in their compressed state.  The years of
figure training had payed off!  She yearned to see what this tiny wasp's waist
felt like, but she could hardly feel anything through the rubber gloves and the
waist belt they were fastened to.
But when she moved to walk out the door at Mandy's order, oh, what a surprise! 
Because of the pipes attached at her ankles and shoulders, she could not walk
normally.  Not only were her curved steps limited to about 1 foot by the ankle
bar, but as one foot went forward, the steel tubes pulled the corresponding
shoulder back, and pushed her other shoulder forward.
She was forced into a sexy, torch-singer's strut, pelvis thrust forward,
rolling her shoulders and swivelling her hips.  This did not help her balance
on her now precarious heels.
What was worse, with every step, her lubricated torso slid back and forth
within the tight confines of the rubber corselet, rubbing her nipples and
clitoris with the rounded rubber fingers inside.  Occasionally, one of the
little buggers would catch on her clitoris ring and give it a tweak forcing her
to stop while paroxysms of tension radiated from her sex.  Then too, the action
of lifting her feet alternately pulled and released the rod to her crotch,
pulling and pushing the thick dildo inside her.  After only ten feet or so, she
stopped, gasping.
"Mmmmmmph!" she said.
"You're not much of a conversationist, are you?" asked Mandy. "Now, remember,
you're the one who said there is no such thing as too much sex! You are going
to walk to the elevator and into the dining room if I have to drag you!  I am
going to turn your hearing off now, and I don't want to have to turn it back
on, is that clear?  Now move!"
Flora moved.  It was slowly driving her insane, but she knew that Mandy really
meant it this time, so she walked.  With each exaggerated strut, her breasts
slithered inside their lubricated cups, the little fingers playing with her
nipples.  At every step, the dildo plunged in and out, in and out, the rubber
fingers in the pants gripping her clitoris, massaging her pussy lips and the
lubricant covering her body "squelch"-ing around as she moved.  She moaned and
grunted in ecstacy with every slithering stride, but the rubber gag filling her
mouth muffled the sounds almost completely.  Soon, she could resist no longer. 
She gave in to the insistent stimulation.  She began to bend her knees up and
down in time with her enforced strut, deliberately forcing the dildo farther in
and out of her hot and slippery cunt, and rubbing her clit harder against the
groping fingers.
Before she was halfway down the hall, she climaxed in a long, shuddering
orgasm.  What made it all the more frustrating was that she was unable to move
her hands, or arch her back, or any of the usual things she did when she came. 
Mandy had grabbed her shoulders from behind as soon as she stopped, to keep her
from falling.  Her portable prison of steel and rubber held her rigidly erect,
with her hands firmly fastened to her hips.
All she could do was stand there and shake.  Mandy waited a moment, then
prodded her in the rear.
Flora began walking again, inching her way down the corridor, each step no
longer than a foot.  It was even harder to start moving again.  Her orgasm had
made her nipples and clitoris even more sensitive, and she tried to keep her
torso from shifting moving as she walked.  Unfortunately, that was made
impossible by the clever arrangement of the rods connecting her ankles and
shoulders.  She was getting warmer too, as her recent orgasm and the exertion
of walking in her tightly controlled bondage had warmed the rubber corselet and
the K-Y jelly within it.  Once again, at the insistent groping of the rubber
fingers, and the steady pumping of the dildo, she found herself riding the
waves of another sexual crest.  Somehow, she managed to make it to the door of
the elevator before she cried out into her gag with another unbridled orgasm. 
Unable to look down at her body because of the high posture collar, held firmly
in the tight grip of her rubber corselet and hood, she now felt as if she had
become a disembodied cunt, while waves of sexual spending and climax swept over
her.  When she recovered, she glanced back along her path.  It had taken her
ten minutes to mince the twenty feet from the bedroom to the servant's lift. 
It had seemed like hours and miles. Mandy manhandled her into the lift.
As she rested in the elevator, she nearly cried as she realized that it was
easily twice the previous distance from the lift to the dining room...
When they reached the first floor, Flora was again forced to walk, knowing she
now had to cover twice the previous distance.  Her body was sweating profusely
inside her tight latex corselet, adding to the slippery K-Y jelly. There was a
delicious ache spreading through her jaw from the rubber balloon filling her
mouth.  She revelled in the sensation, even though it was uncomfortable,
knowing that soon it would become completely numb.
Every step resulted in caresses so intense, they bordered on the painful.  Her
nipples and clitoris perversely insisted on staying hard, and as she strutted
down the hallway, the K-Y jelly in her suit squelched back and forth,
slithering sensually around her breasts, and through her crotch.
The butt-plug felt like a telephone pole in her ass, and her pussy muscles
ignored her demands to stop, contracting rhythmically around the dildo.
There was no room in her mind now for anything but the physical sensations this
devilish bondage forced on her.  Once again she felt she had become a
disembodied cunt, lost in the waves of orgasm, coming almost continuously now,
unable to stop even if she'd been asked to.  It took all of her will to
concentrate enough on walking... to simply remain upright.  As the two women
reached the dining room, she faltered, weak from her exertions, and Mandy had
to grab her as she lost her balance, the rigid framework of chrome tubing
preventing her from catching herself.  She sagged gratefully while MAndy
supported her weight for a moment.
"All right," Mandy said, "that's enough.  You can just stand here while I fetch
Jason."  She tied the tubing mounted at Flora's back to one of the pillars
seperating the dining room from the sitting room, to keep her from tipping
over.
Flora had not even heard Mandy's words, as she relaxed into the stays of her
corselet, letting the stiff rubber and steel support her.
Perhaps ten minutes later, Mandy returned, leading Jason in, in a tight leather
body binder with an attached hood.  Flora was suddenly grateful he could not
see her in her embarassing situation.  She was not used to having guests in the
house while "dressed up" or doing a scene.
Mandy was saying something to Jason, she could see her lips moving, but since
her earpiece was turned off, she could hear only her own breathing and her
pulse singing in her ears.
Then Mandy uncovered his eyes, and she winced inside her rubber helmet as she
saw his wild-eyed gaze examine their surroundings, then settle on her.By now,
she had recovered sufficiently to think, he's not taking this very well...
The next thing Mandy did horified her.  Mandy turned on her earpiece,  untied
her from the pillar, and commanded her to walk around the giant formal dining
table.  She whimpered, knowing she was already weak from her last two bouts
with the sinister suit, in fact her pussy was still twitching with after
shocks.  But when Mandy insisted, she knew she could either obey or suffer even
worse "punishments" later.  Besides which, she had grown to ENJOY obeying
Mandy, even though it seemed part of her rebelled against the orders.  She
found it pleasureable to push her own limits beyond where they had been a year
ago, or a month ago.
She began to bend and strut towards the table.  Once again, her breasts
slithered accross the little fingers in her latex breast cups, again, her
crotch rubbed against the bumps in the panties, and the dildo was forced in and
out, in and out.  She shivered, and tried not to think of Jason watching, but
suddenly she couldn't help remembering their hot encounter of the night before.
 She tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but instead found herself
thinking of Jason's tongue inside her.  It made her hornier than ever and
suddenly, it made her cringe from the hot, slimy grip of her rubber prison. 
For the first time in her life, the rubber felt almost repugnant now, and her
skin crawled with revulsion, even as her clitoris and nipples insisted that she
enjoy it.  She came again in another uncontrolled orgasm, her mind rebelling
against her body, as she rounded the end of the table.
She made it all the way back to her starting position without falling, to her
own surprise.  When she returned to her place, she couldn't meet Jason's eyes
that she knew were devouring her hungrily.  Would he still be attracted to her
after seeing her like this?
When Flora had finished her short trip, Mandy brought out an I.V.  stand
supporting two bulging enema bags.  Now Flora knew what breakfast would be
like.  Mandy strapped a mouth brank across across Jason's open mouth zipper,
preventing him from ejecting the feeding tube.
In Flora's case, she plugged the breathing tube between the lips of the mask,
and watched to see if Flora could still breathe through just the nose tubes. 
When she had indicated that she could, Mandy pushed the rubber hose through the
mouth hole, until it was near the back of Flora's mouth.
It wasn't so far back that she gagged, but neither could she block it with her
tongue, nor expell the tube.  She'd had this treatment before, and she still
wasn't sure whether she liked it or not.  Her brain said it was degrading, yet
at the same time, it felt like an enema, with the same exciting sensation of
enforced fullness.  She shuddered, wondering what Jason's reaction would be.
The liquid was very warm, thick, and slightly sweet, and it flowed so quickly
that it was all she could do to swallow it fast enough.  Her corsetted stomach
complained, but there was nothing she could do.  When it was done, she could
only breathe in short, shallow pants, and she was grateful indeed when the
feeding tube was removed from her mouth-hole.  She hoped Mandy would let her
out of this infernal get-up soon.
Uh-oh, she thought. I think I have to go the bathroom.

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 7 -

Jason didn't struggle as Mandy led him from the dining room.  He was hardly in
a position to struggle, encased as he was in the tightly-strapped leather
bondage bag.  Mandy had closed the zip over his eyes, so that he was once again
blind.
They stopped walking, and he felt a lurch under his feet as the lift started
downward.  Well, he thought, trying to put a damper on his panicky feelings, at
least I'm getting to see the rest of the house.
His stomach complained from the overfeeding it had received moments before, and
Jason reflected on what he had learned about Mandy.  When he had first met her,
they had been in high school.  Her parents had apparently been into this sort
of thing (he found out later), and a little of their kinky habits had rubbed
off on their daughter.  She had quite a wardrobe of shiny, rubber and plastic
garments, with a few leather items thrown in for good measure.  All of them fit
very tight, and had showed off her cheerleader's figure to great effect.  He
had fallen hard for her.
But now it seemed, she had stepped across the boundaries of just "dressing for
pleasure", and was into body-modifications, bondage, and who knew what else. 
He began to worry what she be capable of.  So far, her bondage and other
bizarre games seemed to be sexually-oriented, but Flora had said that Mandy
didn't really like men.  Suppose she was playing with him?  Suppose she
actually intended to use him for her little games with Flora, then discard him
like a used tissue?  Visions of twisted, naked bodies and midnight visits to
the surrounding woods threatened him for a moment, before a cool and strange
sensation enveloped his still-exposed cock.
It was Mandy's rubber-gloved hand, he realized.  The lift lurched slightly
again as they reached the basement.  He was lead around a corner, then again
brought to a stop.  Mandy's ( he presumed ) hands guided him to a kind of bed
or cot, which he was made to lie down upon.  It was very soft, and he sank down
into it, as if on an under-filled water bed.  Next he felt hands at his neck
followed by zipping sounds, followed by a breath of fresh air hitting his
chest.  She loosened the crotch straps and back straps that held the body
binder on, and in moments, he was free.  Unfortunately, he still could see
nothing.  Apparently, the hood had been unzipped from the binder, for his head
was still encased in snug leather.
For a moment, he was free to move about on the soft springy mattress, and his
hands explored the surface.  It was very smooth, bounded by a hard frame at the
edges, and he assumed it was more rubber.  Damn, he thought, this woman is more
latex-crazy than I am!  He made to sit up, but hands  immediately pushed him
back down, then another soft, smooth surface came down on top of him, pressing
him flat.  He could move his arms and legs around a bit, but soon found his
freedom limited by a hard frame, that the top sheet seemed to be clamped under,
or perhaps, attached to.  He could not sit up either.  It felt as if the frame
curved closely around his neck-he was trapped.
After a few seconds, Mandy appeared upside down in his vision, as she removed
the leather hood.  She was grimacing at him.  No, she was smiling at him, but
she was upside down to him.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "You're not going to... going to..." he
faltered, unable to express his worse fears.
"Torture you?" Mandy asked sweetly. "Certainly I'm going to torture you,
'though maybe not in the way you expect."  She bustled about the room, and
Jason twisted his head this way and that to follow her motions.  "Actually,"
she continued, as she rummaged in a drawer, "I'm hoping you'll enjoy what I
have planned for you.  I'm not cruel, you knowjust vindictive.  And guests that
fuck the maid must be punished," she finished, with a sardonic tone to her
voice.
Jason was relieved.  He realized that for the moment, he was safe.
And apparently, Mandy intended this to be all in fun.  He looked down at his
predicament.  His body was trapped between two sheets of, amazingly, crystal
-clear rubber, stretched within a frame of chrome tubing.  He realized it had
to be silicone rubber.  The top sheet was quite thin, and wasn't very
restrictive, although he knew it was very strong, and that though it would
stretch quite a way, it would be difficult if not impossible to tear through
it.  The sheet he lay on must have been much thicker, for it supported his body
weight without stretching much.  The sides of the frame were attached to large
bearings, and he realized that the frame could swivel to an upright, or, he
supposed, an upside-down position.  He noticed a very slight draft of cold air
too, under his buttocks.
Judging from what Mandy had done to Flora, he suddenly dreaded her idea of
torture.  "Um, what are you going to do to me?" he asked, "and where's Flora?"
Mandy was busy wrapping a soft, thin, band of clear rubber around his neck,
where it entered the curved neck entry of the bondage frame.  "If you'll be
patient for a moment, you'll find out," she replied. "As for Flora, you'll be
seeing her soon enough.  Tell me, what did you think of Flora being bald?"
"Flora being..." Jason was speechless for a moment.  Then he remembered the
flesh-colored catsuit she had visited him in last night.  He remembered
wondering how her hood could fit so smoothly.  He remembered that under the
fake mask, she had worn another, much thinner rubber mask...  he had wondered
at that...
"Why, Jason," Mandy said, "you look shocked!"  She did something with running
water that was out of his line of sight.
"Well, actually, it's just that...okay.  I admit it, I was really turned on by
that suit of hers, because it made her look bald.  And I like shaved women."
"Well, that's more like it!  I appreciate you candor.  Now, I'll tell you a
little secret.  I get turned on by shaved heads, too."  She walked toward him. 
She was carrying a pair of scissors.  She was smiling that predatory smile
again.
Jason had a very good idea what they were for.  "Now wait just a damn minute!"
he exclaimed.  "You've got no right to do this!  Remember, I have to go back to
work in two weeks...I can't.."
"You can wear a toupee," Mandy interjected.
"But I don't WANT to be bald," complained Jason.
Mandy had his hair in her rubber-gloved hand.  "How do you know whether you'll
like it until you've tried it?" she asked.
"But...but..." spluttered Jason.
"Imagine how it will feel..." Mandy soothed, "hoods will fit better, they'll
literally be skin tight... nothing between your skin and the rubber... or
leather, for that matter.  You'll be SO much more attractive...I LOVE the look
of a hairless slave..."
Jason could think of nothing to say.  He WANTED to do it if it would make Mandy
more attracted to him, but... the embarrassment... he was still trying to think
of more excuses when he heard the first SNIP of the scissors.  His face was
already burning.
Since Mandy didn't have to be too careful with his hair, it took only minutes
to chop it very short.  In mere moments, she had it trimmed shorter yet with
clippers, and ten minutes later, she had finished shaving him.
She stepped back after cleaning his scalp, admiring her handiwork.
"Ahh, yes.  I've always said bald men were sexy."
Jason tried to suppress his embarrassment, while at the same time, wondering
what he looked like.  "Flora said you don't really like men anymore," he
countered.
"Jason, Jason, Jason.  Surely you realize by now, that you're not like other
men?  You have something special, maybe it's just a lack of testosterone
poisoning, but you're different... better... sexier.  Especially when I have
you at my mercy like this.  `Sigh', I just love new toys."  She smiled at him. 
For a moment, Jason forgot his predicament.
She looked great in the tight black rubber miniskirt and high heeled red patent
boots.  The outrageous bullet bra made her dominant position almost a
caricature.
"You must believe me," she continued, "that you are actually the only man I've
ever been attracted to.  Since we split up as kids, I've been with a few
others, but they didn't have.... this."  She gestured one rubber-covered arm in
a wide sweep.  "You are the only man I've met who appreciates the things I do. 
Flora is one of the few women I've met who actually enjoys all of my interests
too."
"Oh, come on, Mandy," replied Jason, "I KNOW there are other women, even gay
women who are into bondage, discipline, you name it."
"But they don't appreciate THIS," she said.  She tapped on the clear rubber
stretched over his cock.  "They don't understand the FETISH.  The feel of
tight, clingy clothes, of slithering in lubricated rubber panties, of wearing
giant ben-was to a nightclub and dancing until you come."
Jason could see she was in her `lecturing' modeshe was working herself into a
lather.  He decided this was definitely the weirdest conversation he'd ever
had, with her dressed in an outfit that a year ago her would have dreamed about
for days, and he trapped, naked, in some bizarre rubber and steel bondage
frame.
"So if I'm so great, why are you doing this to me?" he asked.
"Because, silly I want you to enjoy it!  I'm going to expose you to pleasures
you've never dreamed of.  One thing about being rich, boy, I can afford some
really fun toys.  Now shut up for a moment, while I find your hood."
`Hood'? thought Jason.  Uh-oh.
Mandy produced a very unusual looking hood.  She held it up just long enough
for him to get a good look at it.  The face was molded into a natural shape,
although because it was so clear, it was difficult to tell what sex the face
was supposed to be.  It was made from the same clear silicone rubber that held
him prisoner.  It had an open zipper at the back.
That was all he got to see before she started pulling it on over his face.
"Really, Mandy, this isn't necessary, Mmmphg."  said Jason.
He had just discovered a large round gag mounted behind the mouth of the mask,
which she forced between his lips, filling his mouth.  He found he could
breathe readily through nostril holes set in the bottom of the nose of the
mask.
She zipped up the back of the hood, effectively sealing the base of the collar
against the rubber already wrapped around his neck.
Suddenly, he heard a whirring noise, and saw Mandy appear at the edge of the
frame.  The rubber covering him was becoming tighter.  He tilted his head up to
look at himself.  As he watched, the thin clear sheet the covered his front
slowly began to shrink around him, conforming to his body.  He realized that
the air was being sucked out of the space between the two sheets.  Now he knew
why she had taken such care to seal around his neck.  In a few moments, the two
sheets were pressed together, with him sandwiched between, the clear silicone
clamped tightly around his body.  He couldn't move an inch!
He felt himself moving, and struggled with vertigo for an instant.
Mandy had tilted him upward, until he was almost vertical.  A full length
mirror was in front of him.  He stared, Mandy standing at the side of the
frame, grinning at him in the mirror.  The feeling of the tight rubber around
him, while unable to move was incredibly erotic.  He could not speak, his
hearing was greatly diminished, and Mandy, in her exciting outfit, stood
tantalizingly just out of reach.
Mandy turned on her heel, said, "Now don't go anywhere," and walked out of the
room, leaving him staring at the nude, gleaming, hairless android in the
mirror.
This left Jason with nothing to do but stare around the room.  It was full of
interesting things, most of which appeared to be mundane exercise equipment. 
One wall was covered in mirrors.  This was obviously their workout room.The
only thing an observer might have found unusual were the many eye-bolts in the
ceiling and walls.
Soon Mandy returned, and Jason would have laughed, if he could.
She had Flora on a hand truck, and was wheeling her into the room like so much
baggage.  He was glad to see that she was, at least apparently, all right.
He marvelled at the exotic-looking rubber body shaper she wore, and how it
exaggerated her already curvaceous figure.  He wondered for a second how Mandy,
with her somewhat mannish face, and taller, less buxom figure, would look in
it.  Then too, he wondered at the complicated hardware attached to it, and
where Mandy had gotten it.  She seemed to have resources he had not imagined.
At Mandy's prodding, Flora moved awkwardly in her exaggerated strut toward the
treadmill.  Jason squirmed in embarrassment suddenly, as her amazed stare took
in his situation.  He was acutely conscious of his bald head plainly visible
under the layer of clear rubber.
Mandy had moved Flora onto the treadmill now, and Jason watched with interest
as she strapped a complicated leather harness around her.  It took her a while,
as she she had to pass straps under the hardware attached to the back of
Flora's rubber corselet suit.  When done, she attached ropes from an overhead
pulley to the harness at the shoulders.  She pulled on it, then tied it off at
the wall when it was taught.  Then she produced a pair of sticks with three
long metallic objects taped between them.  She duct-taped the sticks to the
hand-rails of the treadmill, the metal objects pointing directly at Flora's
latex-covered derriere.
She walked towards Jason, carrying a black object and some straps.
Uh-oh, thought Jason, now it's my turn.  The black object looked sort of like a
rubber turtle... with a hunchback.  Jason had a good idea what it was for.  She
fastened it over his crotch, tying the straps to the sides of the frame.  The
underside was soft, and curved to conform to his silicone-covered privates.
Next she plugged a lead into a jack on the thing, and walked around behind him.
 He grunted in surprise as he suddenly felt Mandy's greased finger probing his
rectum.  The sensation was alien to him, yet strangely pleasant, and he felt
himself grow excited again, even as he mentally recoiled in shame.  He had
never had anything like it done to him, and he was absurdly ashamed that it
felt good.
Mandy's finger withdrew, and presently another object was felt.
She pushed it in slightly, then allowed it to slide out a little.  To Jason, it
felt even better than her finger.  It was soft and pliable, and after Mandy
repeated the stroke several times, it slid all the way in, plugging his anus
firmly.  He promptly embarrassed himself by getting a firm erection.
His ass felt very full, and his anus felt as if it were stretched out of shape.
 He blushed suddenly, mortally afraid of what Flora would think of him after
seeing him like this.  She stood stock-still on the treadmill, which faced him
at an angle, watching him, her expression unreadable under the artificial
rubber face, although her eyes now looked somewhat calmer.
Of course, he already knew what Mandy thought of him.  He couldn't understand
it, she seemed genuinely to love him, yet she forced these perverse and bizarre
ordeals upon him.  It hadn't occured to him yet that Flora had been going
through similar ordeals for years, and despite today's unusual developments,
loved it.  Perverse, said Jason to himself, now isn't that the pot calling the
kettle black!  And she did warn you about `trials and tests'.  The more he
thought about it, the more he became interested in Mandy's idea of
entertainment, although he wasn't sure he wanted to find everything out
first-hand.
It seemed for the moment, though, that he had no choice.

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 8 -

Flora was relieved when Mandy led Jason from the room, having been rather
embarrassed from her orgasmic walk around the table.  Now her rubber corselet
grew cool and clammy, her sweat trickling down her body under the tight
material.  Her arousal had cooledshe felt just a little disgusted with herself
and wished she could get the suit off and take a hot shower.
In a short time, Mandy returned with an appliance dolly, the sort of thing one
moves refrigerators with.  She strapped Flora into it like so much baggage, and
wheeled her away.  Flora was relieved that she wouldn't have to walk anywhere,
and she hoped she wouldn't be exposed to Jason's wide-eyed stare again.
Flora had been with Mandy for years, and was quite comfortable in their
mistress-slave relationship, but the presence of this naive young man was
somehow embarrassing.  Of course, the fact that she hadn't slept with a man in
over a year until last night, might have had something to do with her
attraction to him.  She had a love for novelty, and her years with Mandy had
given her time to think about alternatives, until she had actually begun to
look forward to playing with a man again.
A bump as they entered the servants' lift brought her back to reality.
Flora's stomach complained as it sloshed with the full load of liquid
'breakfast' that had been force-fed to her.  She wondered what Mandy had in
store for her today.  She soon found out.  The lift lurched DOWN instead of up,
and she knew that she was in for more "discipline" before Mandy would consider
this whole matter with Jason over with.
When they reached the basement, she was wheeled into their exercise room, which
at times, Mandy used as a supplement to the many dedicated "play rooms" that
Mandy had had installed over the last few years.  To Flora's horror, Mandy's
exercise treadmill had been brought in.  She suspected immediately what what
that was intended for.  Off to one side was Jason in the 'sandwich rack' as
Flora called it.
He'd never looked so good as far as Flora was concerned.  He was held quite
immobile between the heavy sheets of transparent silicone rubber, every curve
of muscle looking as if it were dipped in the shiny, clear material.  She
thought that the material had somehow been stretched to cover his head as well,
until she realized it was a new molded helmet made of the same silicone rubber.
 She also saw with a shock that his hair was gone, his shiny pate clearly
visible beneath the transparent rubber hood.
For a moment, she felt a flash of sympathy for him as she recalled how
embarrassed she had felt when she had lost her hair, years ago. She had never
seen anyone else in the frame, but she remembered how it felt, and remembering
turned her on.  Held immobile, vertically, he appeared almost to be suspended
in mid-air, only the gleam of the shiny material giving away the effect.  She
longed again for his touch, though she knew it would be unattainable for some
time.
Mandy guided Flora until she was standing on the treadmill, facing Jason in his
bizarre bondage.  He looks like a bug on display, she thought, a very edible
bug.  She would have laughed but for the latex mask and gag.
Then she felt sorry for him, as she remembered how little experience he had
with Mandy's intensive bondage games.
She wondered if Mandy would try to keep him from coming, since that was the
sort of thing she liked to torture Flora with.  She suspected it would be
difficult in a situation like this one.  If he did, further stimulation would
be no use.  In her experience, once a man came, he was seldom interested in
more of the same without a rest period.  No man she had ever met was
multiorgasmic, as women were capable of being.
She watched Mandy set up a rope and pulley over her head, then come toward her
with a leather body harness.  This had several straps which went around the
torso, with big rings for her latex-encased breasts to fit through, and a small
ring at her crotch, where the rod that ran to her ankles was threaded into the
dildo.
Mandy clipped the rope to the harness, took up some of the slack, then tied it
off.  Flora couldn't see the point, but she could see Mandy remove several long
objects from a drawer, then disappear behind her.  Shortly, she was poked and
got a nasty shock in her rear!  She grunted in surprise, and moved forward. 
Those things must be cattle prods!  She couldn't believe Mandy was doing that,
it just didn't seem like hermost of Mandy's admittedly fiendish 'tortures' had
a strong sexual theme, and were more fun than anything for Flora.  They seldom
indulged in anything really painful, although they generally agreed that
discomfort was fine, if it was for a good cause.
Then she remembered what she was standing on.  Oh, NO! she thought, she's going
to force me to walk even more, and in front of Jason, too!  She was almost
horrified at the prospect of an even longer session at the tender mercy of the
sinister latex body shaper and corselet.  As if they had minds of their own,
her nipples hardened within the lubricated cups.
As she awaited her fate, her breathing already quickening, she watched in
apprehension as Mandy attached some sort of gadget with a cord to Jason's
rubber-covered crotch.  The little machine had suction cups on the front and
supporting straps of clear plastic fastened it securely to the edge of the
frame.  Another cord was plugged into the gadget and carried around to his
rear.  She did something behind Jason for several minutes, then reappeared and
turned on Flora's sound box.
"Well," she announced, loudly so that Jason would hear, "It's time I explained
a few things."
Oh boy, thought Flora, speech time again.
"The facts are simple," continued Mandy. "You two are supposedly my slaves,
even if you haven't exactly been acting like slaves today. For Jason this is a
new experience, and temporary if he decides he's not having fun, but Flora of
course has already made a commitment.  As slaves, you are supposed to serve me
in any way I desire, especially sexually.  If you do this well, you are
rewarded.  If you do not, you are punished, of course.
So.  All of... THIS has come about because last night, I gave an order to
Flora.
She was not to touch you, Jason, until I permitted.  It was a simple demand,
and easy to follow, but one she chose to ignore.  And YOU, Jason, showed rather
poor manners in allowing her into your bed, having just met your first love for
the first time in many years.  Both of you will be paying dearly for that
indiscretion during the next several hours.  I suggest you meditate on your
trangressions while you are undergoing treatment.
Hmm.  Perhaps I should explain what will be happening."
Hours?? thought Flora.  I can't believe that.  Would she really leave us like
this for that long?  I can't take another session like that last one, I'll have
a coronary!
But she knew that she had no choice, and that she could endure an almost brutal
level of over-stimulation, if she had to.
"Jason, you expressed an interest in Flora's beautiful costume.
Let me tell you about it.  Under the mask, of course, she is gagged by an
inflated balloon of latex, which fills the mouth, and swells the cheeks, and
keeps one's slave from annoying you with any distracting complaints.
The collar, as I hope you can see, is stiffly boned, forcing her head into the
proper position, showing pride in being my slave.  You can see that she is
tightly corseted and booted.  I might add that it has taken quite a while for
dear Flora to learn to walk in those six-inch heels.  She is quite proud of
that ability.
Incidentally, her waist measurement is only twenty inches at the moment.  What
you cannot see are the little rubber fingers lining the crotch area and the
breast cups.  Ahh, Flora has very sensitive breasts, as you no doubt know by
now.  In addition, there is a large dildo fastened in the front of the panty
section, as well as a nice big plug in her rear."
Mandy walked around Flora, pointing out the details like a lecturing professor.
 Now, in case you've been wondering, the metal tubing attached to her ankles,
crotch, and shoulders, force her to move her shoulders and torso back and forth
as she walks.  This moves her breasts around within their tight, friendly
little cups.  It also twists the dildo around, and up and down, as well as
moving the fingers attached in the crotch quite a bit.
Rather clever, don't you think?"
She turned toward Flora, who was consumed with embarrassment.
"Jason's arrangement is also interesting.  You already know about Igor The
Vibrating Turtle.  Today, it is wired to a sensitive pressure switch.  This
pressure switch is located in the butt-plug now filling his rectum.  You see,
when most men are close to orgasm, their sphincter involuntarily contracts. 
This will shut off the vibrator, just in the nick of time, ha, ha, ha!"  Of
course, it may not work.  I may not get the pressure setting adjusted just
right."
Here she leaned over to scowl in Jason's face.  "In which case, young man, I
expect you to refrain from making a mess in my beautiful silicone bondage
frame.  I'll only have to punish you more if you come without my permission!"
Jason gave a soft grunt of encouragement and smiled at Flora through the clear
rubber of his mask.  Flora could only stare mutely, the gag and her tight
rubber helmet hiding any emotion.  The two of them stared at each other
helplessly, knowing there was nothing they could do.
Mandy started the vibrator attached to Jason, then Flora's treadmill. Flora
could see Jason squirm under the insistent emanations from the big machine. But
soon she had troubles of her own as the treadmill began to move.
She was carried backward until a nasty shock reminded her of the cattle prods
affixed to the rear frame.  She strutted forward, following the movement of the
treadmill.  Sealed between the tight rubber corselet and her body, the K-Y
jelly was still there, keeping her skin well-lubricated, and her nipples became
fully erect after only a few strides.
Here we go again, she thought.
Mandy walked between them and said, "Well, I have some shopping to do, so you
kids enjoy yourself.  I'll be back in a few hours!"  She switched off Flora's
hearing and walked out.
Flora panicked.  Hours!  She couldn't hold out for hours!  There was no way! 
And besides, Mandy had always said she would NEVER leave her unsupervised in
any kind of bondage she couldn't get out of.  Something was very wrong.  She
determined to get off the infernal machine immediately, but instantly ran into
a snag.  The rails at the sides, intended for the mundane user to maintain
their balance, kept her from walking off the sides, the control panel at the
front blocked her that way and she already knew what was behind her.
She thought of going limp, with what little slack her unusual costume allowed,
knowing that she might well lose her balance and fall, but that was handily
prevented by the harness attached to the ceiling, and she got another horrid
shock in her ass for her trouble.
Since her hands were still securely laced into the rubber gloves glued to her
hips, there was just no way out of her predicament.  She was getting hot again,
and despite her best efforts to concentrate on icebergs, politicians, and other
decidedly unsexy things, the despicable dildo, plug, and fingers had her
squirming with sexual delight in very short order.  Next she tried to
concentrate on Jason.  His face was a kaleidoscope of fury, passion, and fear.
As she watched, his face screwed up in a grimace, as if he were coming, but at
that moment the vibrating massager stopped squirming, his body slowly
un-tensed, and his face calmed somewhat.  Then he stared about wildly, and
began struggling to get out, but Flora knew that the silicone rubber was
virtually tear-proof, and thick enough to make every movement a monumental
effort.  After he had been relaxed a while, the vibrator started up again, but
Flora was no longer interested, for the slippery fumbling of the latex fingers
and the relentless plunging of her two long and thick tormentors were taking
their toll on her higher reasoning centers.
She stared up at the ceiling, tried to divorce herself from the intense
sensations sweeping through her body, but it was no use.  She came, in a long,
shuddering spasm, seeing spots before her eyes, and her wandering attention
snapped back to her body.  Despite herself, she had been terribly aroused by
Jason's position, and that wasn't helping.  They had both endured as much as
they could however, and soon, moans of passion and frustration were heard.
Flora strained against her bonds, hoping in desperation to break the stretchy
material, willing to face Mandy's wrath if it meant release from her terrible
yet wonderful ordeal.  But the material only stretched, snapping back to
position when her muscles could no longer hold out.  Soon, this effort, too,
was forgotten as another, stronger orgasm racked her body.  A tiny corner of
her mind was still thinking clearly, and it noted with surprise, that the
constant stimulation maintained her sensitivity, rather than numbing her.  The
only thing going numb was her mind.  Her thoughts ran wild as she rode the
waves of sensual ecstasy, Jason forgotten, the slippery corset and insidious
dildos forgotten, only her breasts and crotch existing, and they were on fire
with passion.  She spasmed again in a burst of light, and stood vibrating in
place while fire coursed through every inch of her body.  As she stopped moving
forward, she perceived the shocks of the cattle prods as a sensuous fire along
her buttocks, pale in comparison to the heat that was consuming her.  She felt
consciousness slipping away, but sensation returned, and she was jolted awake
as the strength of her orgasm dimmed and the shocks to her buttocks ceased to
be enjoyable and returned to being painful.
She would be allowed no rest.  The waves of pleasure spreading out from her
crotch and breasts were now almost intolerable, and she screamed in
uncontrolled passion as each step took her further and further from sanity.....
A visitor peeking in would have seen the strangest sight.  The shiny, tanned
form of a man, motionless except for the occasional twitch, suspended
vertically in mid air within a frame of chromed steel tubes, faced a statuesque
study in leather and latex, constantly in motion.  Once in a while, the figure
on the treadmill slowed, and a blue spark would snap from the rear frame to her
rubber-covered derrier, resulting in a pitiful moan, and renewed effort from
the walker.
As we leave them, two intrepid explorers of the limits of human sexuality, we
hear shouts of frustration, and screams of ecstasy, muffled as they are by
layers of rubber.....

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 9 -

Jason did not have to wait long before Flora's shiny black face appeared at the
door, followed shortly by the rest of her exquisite form.  She strutted
awkwardly over to the treadmill at Mandy's prodding.  Jason squirmed in
embarassment as Flora's amazed eyes took in his situation.  He was acutely
conscious of his bald head plainly visible under the layer of clear rubber.
Mandy gave a short speech about her excuses for "punishing" them, then began
fiddling with equipment.  After securing Flora on the treadmill, she produced a
large curved box with a small motor mounted on it.  It looks like a turtle
being humped by a kitchen mixer, he thought.  This was secured directly over
his crotch with suction cups, and then by straps to the edge of the frame.
The underside of the box was equipped with soft suction cups.  He had a good
idea what the device was for.  Mandy plugged a lead into the box, and walked
around behind him.  A puff of cool air revealed that the plugged hole in the
bottom sheet of rubber had been removed.  Soon, he grunted in surprise as
Mandy's greased finger probed his rectum.
The sensation was new to him, but pleasant enough, and he felt himself grow
excited again, even as he mentally recoiled in shame.  He had never had
anything like this done to him, and was absurdly ashamed that it felt good.
Mandy's finger withdrew, and presently another object was felt.  It was soft
and pliable, and went right in, plugging his anus firmly.  He promptly
embarassed himself by getting an erection.  Mandy claimed that the plug in his
rear would sense contractions, and shut off the machine on his crotch.
This was not the good news.  He was already mortally afraid of what Flora might
think of him, having seen him degraded like this.  Of course, he already knew
what Mandy thought of him.  He couldn't understand it, at times she seemed to
genuinely love him, yet she forced these perverse and bizarre ordeals upon him.
 For a moment, he admitted to himself what he had been trying to deny- that
everything she had done so far he had found enjoyable.
It didn't occur to him that Flora had been going through similar trials for
years, and despite today's unusual developments, loved the relationship she had
with Mandy.
When Mandy was finished, she announced she was leaving.  She said she was going
out shopping!
Jason was horrified.  How could she leave them like this?
Anything could happen...  He began struggling to free himself, but the elastic
grip of the silicone was relentless.  He couldn't budge.
The machine was on now, and to his dismay, he found it was no simple vibrator. 
With slow, undulating movements, the underside of it pulled and prodded at his
crotch with the suction cups, while vibrating like a purring lion.  It felt
wonderful.  This may not be so bad, he thought.
The sight of Flora struggling valiantly in her strange, erotic outfit made him
all the more randy, and he found himself thrusting involuntarily at the
vibrator that hugged his crotch.  Soon, he was close to coming, but before he
came, it stopped.  Just like that.  To say he was disappointed would have been
an understatement.
He remembered Mandy's lecture about the pressure switch now lodged in his rear.
 He tried to relax.
After a few minutes, perhaps determined by a timer, the little box began again.
 This time, he determined to hold out until the end, and have done with it. 
His motionless body betrayed him however, and at the moment of truth, his
sphincter contracted, the little box shut down, and Jason growled in
frustration.  As he waited for the inevitable, he glanced around.
There were numerous pieces of rubber and leather, hoses and straps of all sorts
hanging on hooks around the room.  The motion of Flora caught his eye again,
and he heard the muted moans of her exertion through his rubber head-mask.
She must be going through hell, he thought.  Actually, had he asked her, she
would have been hard-pressed to say whether she was in Paradise or Perdition.
Jason jerked in surprised response to the mechanical fiend at his crotch, as it
came to life yet again.
This is getting annoying, he thought.  The sight of Floras shapely,
rubber-covered body had aroused him no end, and the alien sensation of his own
trap was heightened by the insistent prodding, vibrating massage on his cock
and balls.  Soon again he felt on the verge of a climax, when the machine
stopped.  He called down rubber-muffled curses upon the fiend who had built the
infernal device for Mandy.
He was panting now with overheated frustration and desire.  He wanted Flora, or
Mandy, or for that matter, any handy woman, in the worst way, and his
immobility was driving him nuts.  He knew that Mandy would have to be gone a
long time, even if she went to the nearest store, which was miles away.  The
thought of spending the next several hours helpless while enduring alternating
states of arousal and frustration infuriated him.  The obscene motions of the
massager started up again.
He closed his eyes, ignoring Flora's pleading eyes, and tried to think of his
job, the street where he lived, anything but kinky sex.  For a few minutes he
succeeded, but the sensations of his strange imprisonment could not be ignored,
his libido soon won out, and he daydreamed instead.
He saw Mandy in the latex and leather outfit she had worn at the party,
strutting toward him on impossibly high heels, her hips swaying within the skin
tight hobble skirt like two piglets wrestling under a blanket.
He shivered with desire for her, and his stiff prick strained at the silicone
material that covered him.  Once again, the silent switch in his ass detected
the squirming, and shut off the vibrating "turtle", preventing him from
ejaculating.
He yelled into the tight rubber helmet, his eyes squeezed shut, then opened
them and stared wildly around the room, searching for something to hate. All he
saw was Flora, still walking, her chest heaving, her eyes closed. As he
watched, she straightened even more, arched her legs and back against the metal
restraints, and shook all over.
He heard her scream of passion even through her gagged mask and his own layer
of thick rubber.  She had stopped dead on the treadmill, and hung limply in her
harness, right up against the shock prods, jerking and squirming in her rubber
sheath.  For a moment, he was afraid that some horrible fate had befallen his
erstwhile lover.  But after a few moments, she grunted, jerked away from the
rear of the treadmill, and began walking again.  He could not be angry with
her, for she was in a worse situation than he was!
This cycle went on for some time, blurring into a haze of maddened, over-heated
passion in which neither of them knew nor cared about the time. They each had
submerged completely in the overpowering sensations wracking their bodies, and
for a time, the light of madness burned in each pair of rubber-bordered eyes.
time passed.....
The next thing Jason felt was a sudden numbness.  He realized slowly that the
cycle of vibrating massage had ceased.  He heard noises faintly through his
clear rubber helmet, and opened his eyes.
There was a stranger in the room!  He panicked, wondering what this grinning
man in his tweed suit must think of their bizarre entrapment. All the man said
was, "Hello," while he casually looked about the room.
Flora must have seen him speak, because she shook her head vigorously, and the
man looked puzzled for a moment.  He walked over to her, examined her clothing
and equipment and flipped the switch on her belt.  He gave each of them in turn
a soft smile, and began speaking softly.
Jason could not quite make out what he was saying, because of the silicone
helmet covering his head.  He caught the words, "Miss Rafool's", "Rescue", and
"Master", but the rest was a faint jumble.  He shouted into the helmet, trying
to get the man to release him, or at least repeat his words more loudly, but
the man only smiled at him, and began freeing Flora from her harness and the
treadmill.  He didn't stop there.
He began removing the metal tubing, the cuffs, the gloves, and finally, the
tight rubber corselet, until she stood nude, shivering slightly, covered in a
shiny film of K-Y jelly and sweat.  Jason had to admire her youthful, athletic
body.  For the first time since he had arrived at Mandy's home, he saw Flora's
body completely nude.  He stared at her high, firm breasts, like a pubescent
teenager and watched a rivulet of the slippery fluid trickle down between them,
across her belly and into her crotch.  Her narrow waist and ample hips showed a
few angry red creases, revealing just how severely tight the rubber corset had
been.
The thought of this lush body, imprisoned in the bizarre rubber outfit excited
him even more.  He realized he'd closed his eyes.  Seeing her in the flesh was
somehow less exciting than she had seemed only minutes ago.
Voluptuous as she was, her nude skin seemed strange, almost imperfect, after
seeing her only in rubber for the past twenty-four hours.
For a few moments, he imagined himself in her place, waste tightly compressed,
held rigidly upright by the tightly laced boning of the corset, breasts and
clitoris being fondled by tiny fingers of rubber.  He remembered that Mandy had
mentioned there were two dildoes in the crotch of the suit, and he longed to
know how that felt.
What am I thinking?!  Jason asked himself.  Am I turning into a transvestite?
To Jason's relatively conservative mind, that thought was still a little
repellent.But he suppressed it only with difficulty.
The newcomer smiled at Jason and turned toward the door.  He led Flora away.
Just like that!  Jason was infuriated, then worried.  The guy obviously wasn't
here as their rescuer, he'd left Jason still clamped in the firm embrace of his
transparent sandwich.  Jason shuddered, wondering what the man might intend to
do with Flora, what sort of new ordeals he would have to endure because of
Mandy's foolhardiness.
He wondered if she were still out shopping, oblivious to their fate, or had she
fallen prey to the mysterious stranger as well?  For the moment, there was
nothing to do but wait, hoping that nothing untoward had happened to his old
and new lovers.  He read the papers, knew what sort of criminals existed in the
world and, had he been religious, he would have prayed that they were not about
to become statistics.
After an interminable wait, with no further sign of the man, he succumbed to
extreme fatigue and fell asleep, despite his upright, taut position.
When he awoke, it was to the sight of the mysterious stranger, still in his
tweed jacket, but without his mustache and beard!  Eventuously, Jason noticed
that the man was incongruously wearing rubber surgeon's gloves.
Going around to Jason's rear, the man gently removed the butt-plug sensor from
the embarassed young man, and removed the thick silicone helmet from his head.
"Hello again," the man said, when Jason could hear better.  "I am Mr. Dodds.
As I explained to Flora, I am afraid I'm not here as your rescuer, but rather
as your new master.  Tut! Tut!," he said as Jason made to speak out in denial,
"I am afraid Mandy will not be in charge for awhile, since I am taking over.
I have known Miss Rafool for years, and every so often I drop in and...  stay
for awhile.  I gather she wasn't expecting me this time, but, c'est la vie!
Actually, you will find me a rather benevolent and fun-loving master, but your
master I shall be, whether you like it or not!  Now, you can have it easy, or
you can have it hard, er so to speak.  Either way, I WILL get your cooperation,
regardless of what means I have to use.  How shall it be?"
Jason had never been involved in bondage or SM organizations.  He had never
heard of safe-words, or the importance of consensuality.  But he did realize
that there was nothing he could do in his helpless position.  He decided to go
along for now, then escape this mad-house at the earliest opportunity.
Since Dodds seemed to have a penchant for formal speech, he smiled at him and
said, "Well, I suppose I have no choice, I'll do whatever you say.  "An
excellent attitude, we'll get along just fine!  Now, in case you were
entertaining any ideas about escape, you should know that although I was forced
to tranquilize Mandy's pets earlier, they are now quite awake and rather upset.
 I can't recommend going outside the house.  Now, let's get you out of there." 
Perversely, he whistled as he worked, and soon had Jason free and standing nude
upon the tiles.  "Now, don't be embarassed," he commented, as Jason looked for
something to cover himself in.  "I used to be a doctor, and you're in fine
shape- you've nothing to be embarassed about.  By the way, I don't believe I
have your name?  We may as well get acquainted." "Jason," replied a rather
bemused Jason, "Jason McCroft." Mr. Dodds beamed at him.  "Jason.  An
adventurers' name."  He pointed to the doorway and said, "Well, lets go
upstairs Jason, you look like you could use a drink and some rest."  He
chuckled.  "You know, I think Mandy gets more ingenious with every year- that
silicone rubber thingummy is really quite clever, I'd love to see Mandy in it. 
Of course, she stole the idea for The Well from me.  Has she put you in there
yet?"
"Uh, no.  I'm not even sure what it is."
They reached the top of the stairs and turned into the sitting room. Dodds
continued his monolog. "Ahh.  Hm.  I used it on her once. What's your poison?"
Jason was surprised.  "Single malt scotch, if she has it.  You mean, you were
Mandy's uh, `master', once?  And what is The Well?"
It had sounded rather ominous when Mr. Dodds had said it.  You could hear the
capitals.
Mr. Dodds laughed, "Oh, I'm her master still!  I turned her loose on the world
when she got bored with me, but I see she's still interested in the more
bizarre elements of our relationship.  I drop in once a year or so, just to
remind her who's boss.  She is very dominant with most people, but she submits
to me after a few hours.  As for The Well, I shall keep that my little secret
for a while."
He poured Jason his drink, adding, "We're going to have a grand old time,
you'll see.  I have some special things planned, and you'll fit right in. By
the way, is Flora still as randy as she used to be?"
He laughed as Jason blushed and said nothing.
"I thought so.  She was a lover of mine for a short while, and I suggested she
look up Mandy when I found out she preferred women.  It was hard to let her go,
but she's probably much happier now.  She and Mandy are two out of four of the
only women I've ever met who were really dedicated fetishists."
That comment surprised Jason and he looked up with interest. "Really? Who are
the other two?"
"One is my current flame, and the other is someone I'd just as soon forget."
Jason was beginning to feel tired suddenly, the day's activities and the scotch
were apparently taking their toll.  Mr. Dodds said, "Listen, old boy, why don't
you go upstairs and lie down before you fall down?"
Jason agreed and Mr. Dodds escorted him up. He also locked the door when he was
sure that Jason was asleep.
Jason awoke to the sound of clinking dishes, but couldn't see anything. I don't
remember it being this dark in here, he thought.  When he tried to get out of
bed his senses reeled.  His entire body was frozen solid, as if made of stone! 
He soon realized that he was embedded in some sort of hard, inflexible
material, and that the only thing left mobile was his head.
His head, on the other hand, was tightly encased in a leather helmet, and his
mouth was stuffed with a soft leather gag.  Instinctually, he tried to yell for
help.  "MMmmph!"
The voice of Mr. Dodds said, "Ahh! Awake, I see. Are you ready for breakfast?"
Jason was confused.  So far as he knew, it was about six o'clock in the
evening.  At least, that's what he'd left his clock set for.
He grunted a question.  "Mmmph?"
Mr. Dodds chuckled. "Alright, let's get you started."
Jason heard a zipper being undone over his eyes and saw Mr.
Dodds' face lit by the bedside lamp.
He was in his room, but things looked tilted, wrong.  Then the fact occured to
him that HE was tilted.  He lay on something which held him at an angle,
something leaning against the dresser, judging from the view.  He looked down. 
He was solidly encased in a rock-hard plaster body cast.
No wonder he couldn't move a muscle!  Now that he knew the cause, he found the
sensation interesting, perhaps a little erotic.  If he didn't try to move, his
body seemed to no longer exist, floating on clouds.  But as soon as he so much
as twitched a leg or arm, his skin made him instantly aware of how rigidly
immobile his body really was.
Mr Dodds was moving a breakfast tray toward him. "I trust you are comfortable? 
I've had to take extreme measures after your's and Flora's over stimulation
yesterday.  The cast will subdue physical sensations, and you should be back to
normal in no time."
Jason looked doubtful.  "Why don't you just tell us to lie in bed for a couple
hours without moving?"
Mr. Dodds smiled. "Why, because I have ulterior motives, of course. Now, open
your mouth and have some cereal."

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 10 -

Having left Flora and Jason temporarily to their fate, Mandy bustled about the
house, daydreaming about new torments and preparing dinner.  Her spike heels
clicked loudly on the kitchen tiles.  Despite what she had told Jason, she had
neither the need nor the inclination to go shopping.  She was a firm believer
in safety, and she checked up on her two subjects periodically through the
peep-hole.
As she was eating a snack lunch, she heard a yelp from one of the dogs, and
looked out the kitchen window to check on them.  One of them, Zeus, was
apparently sleeping peacefully right below the window.  She shrugged and had
started to set out dishes on the dining room table when the doorbell rang.  She
jumped.  That sound hadn't been heard since her father had installed the
automatic gate seven years ago.  She was suprised it still worked.
"Now who in the hell can that be?" she wondered aloud.
"The dogs'll tear them to shreds if they're not careful."
She hurried to the door and opened it.  On her doorstep stood a tall,
attractive man wearing a mustache and a bowler, and carrying a sample case.
He looked a bit old to be a door to door salesman, and she thought, a bit
familiar, too.  None of the dogs were in sight."Hello!" he said, before she
could ask who he was, or how he had avoided becoming Rottweiller food.  "I'm
giving away free samples of Forest brand air freshener!"  He held up an aerosol
can. "Just smell this springtime-fresh scent!" Before an irritated Mandy could
tell him, "We're not interested!", the man let go a shot from the can,
enveloping her head in a cloud of mist.
It doesn't smell like air freshener at all, she thought, as the daylight began
to dim around her, it smells....
The 'salesman' stepped forward quickly as her knees buckled, caught her as she
toppled, and lowered her gently to the floor.  Moving fast, he pulled her
inside, grabbed his sample case, looking once around outside, and closed the
door.  The whole exchange had taken less than fifteen seconds.
Inside, he knelt by her head, felt her pulse, examined her pupils.
"Perfect," he muttered to himself, "Now where's that slave, Flower, or whatever
she calls her..."  He peeled off the false mustache as he headed for the
stairs.  After searching the house, he finally discovered Jason and Flora by
following faint noises coming from the basement door.  He stood staring in
appreciation at the two for several minutes, and then chuckling, returned
upstairs.  Flora and Jason missed him completely, since Flora had her back to
the door, and Jason couldn't have made out a face that far away, due to his
distorted view through the silicone rubber helmet.  Even if they had seen him,
they would have been quite beyond caring in any case.
The new visitor checked Mandy's unconscious form most carefully then, examining
fingernail color, and palpating with the skill of a doctor.  Indeed, he used
his stethoscope and blood pressure cuff as if from long experience.  From his
sample case he removed a small syringe and gave her a carefully measured
injection.  She must have been close to coming around, as she moaned shortly
and fell silent again.
At this, the doctor, or salesman, or whatever he was, demonstrated considerable
strength as he picked up and hoisted her body into a fireman's carry.  He
carried her to the lift, seeming to know precisely where it was, took her
upstairs, and deposited her on the floor, next to her bed.  After a trip
outside, he returned hauling a heavy steamer trunk and two large suitcases. 
From these, he produced several shaker bottles, plastic bags full of bandages,
and various articles made of rubber.  On the bed, he spread a large plastic
sheet and sprinkled it liberally with talc.  Again he lifted Mandy's inert body
and dumped her on the bed.  He pulled off her hair, which proved to be a wig,
and lathered her short-cropped hair with shaving cream.
Soon, her now bald head gleamed in the bright ceiling lamps.
Next he laboriously unlaced her boots, then removed the rubber miniskirt,
bullet bra, and gloves.
"No underwear today?" he asked her inanimate form, "you must have been
expecting somewhat more intimate play later, hmm?"
He paused in his work to take off his tie and roll up his sleeves. 
Man-handling a limp human body was hard work, even for someone in excellent
physical condition.
He powdered her nude body thoroughly with talcum and then searched through her
closet until he found a very thin black latex catsuit, with attached feet and
gloves.  It was one of her best ones, custom made to her exact measurements,
with molded breast cups, and attached hood, feet, and gloves.
He spent the better part of an hour getting it on her limp and uncooperative
body, then covered the back zipper with a thin strip of rubber, cemented in
place.  Except for the open face of the hood, she was now sealed in a
water-tight covering.
After the cement had dried, sealing her securely into the thin, shiny black
suit, he paused for a moment, admiring his handiwork.  She looks like she's
been painted black, he thought, as he gazed at her immobilized form. 
Definitely the best rubber work I've ever seen.  If she doesn't go bankrupt
first, she'll have the best collection in the country!
To be sure, the suit was well-made, and it fit her body like a second skin,
forming a smooth, shiny coating from her head to her toes.
His next move was to the bar, pausing for a sample of scotch on the way to his
car.  After retrieving several more cases from the trunk, he began a tour of
the house, assembling a strange array of utensils and supplies from his car
trunk and the kitchen.
After twenty minutes, he was ready.  He began wrapping her body, from the toes
up, in white gauze bandages.  When she was practically mummified, he made
another trip outside, returning with a six foot long board, three feet wide,
and covered with a plastic cushion.  He tilted it against a dresser and
unceremoniously nailed it to the floor, after which he lifted the mummy from
the bed and set her on the slanted board.  It had a small ledge at the bottom
which her feet rested upon.
After making another trip to the kitchen, he returned with a huge, heavy pot,
and setting this aside, he again checked her vital signs.  Apparently
satisfied, he opened the pot and removed a roll of wet plaster bandage.
He carefully applied it to her unconscious body, forming a plaster cast.
Roll after roll, the cast moved up from her feet toward her head, covering her
in a smooth, warm, and thick layer, surrounding even the individual fingers,
which he splayed wide upon the board.  When she was encased up to her neck in a
rapidly hardening total body cast, he cleaned up his mess and carried it down
the hall, to a guest room.  When he returned, he pulled from one of his cases a
heavy leather helmet equipped with a large, stuffed leather gag, and put it on
her head.
When it was tightly laced, and he was certain she was breathing easily, he
locked the door, pocketed the key, and went downstairs.
When Mandy awoke, she lay still a moment, wondering what had happened to her. 
I remember that salesman, she thought, and then... nothing.  His face had
seemed strangely familiar...
About this time, she realized that she couldn't move.  In fact, she was held so
rigidly immobile, that for a moment, she couldn't imagine how it had been done.
 Oh, NO! she thought.  It's Dodds, it must be!  I should have known I was
overdue for one of his visits, why didn't I recognize him?  And just when I was
really starting to have fun with Jason.
...what in the world has he got me in, a block of cement?
Although she would have vehemently denied it to almost anyone else, Mandy was
not one hundred percent dominant.  When she had lived with Mr.  Dodds, she had
spent many happy, sweaty hours in bondage.  With women, she tended to be
dominant.  With a very few men, she felt submissive.
Maybe that's why I've been going easy on Jason, she thought.
Damnation!
What HAS he got me in- a body cast?  She tried to wriggle a bit, just to test
the limits of her bondage, but found it quite impossible.  Every inch of her
body was enveloped in something hard and inflexible, except her head.  She
realized from the strong smell of leather that her head was laced into one of
his hand-tooled bondage helmets.
It fit her head as if it had been made from her measurements, (it had) and the
high, curved collar allowed very little movement.  She tasted the leather gag
filling her mouth, and felt her nipples grow stiff.  She grinned to herself
within the helmet.  Damn! she thought, betrayed by my own body.
After what seemed a very long time, Mandy jerked awake, not realizing she had
fallen asleep again.  Someone was making noise in the room.  A soft voice she
now recognized as Mr. Dodds' said, "Well, my dear, how do you like my
handy-work?  Yes, yes, I know, I'll remove the gag in a moment.  Let me just
get my things ready."
A minute later, she felt him undo the lacing at the back, and shortly she was
blinking at the bright overhead light.  It took her a few moments to work the
stiffness out of her mouth and jaw.
"I see you let me stay in my own room, at least," she offered.  "Yes, well,
don't worry," Dodds replied, "you folks won't be staying up here long.  I have
great plans for you all."
"I'm sure you do."
"Why, Mandy!  You sound petulant, almost as if you aren't glad to see me.
And after we had such fun together on my last visit.  Don't you remember?"
Mandy certainly did remember, and remembering, her nipples grew hard again, and
she felt a slight warmth grow in her crotch.
"You bastard," she exclaimed softly, "you've no right to come barging in here,
knocking people out and covering us up in... in... what the hell have you got
me in, anyway?"
She looked down.  For the first time she saw the plaster cast, molded closely
to her body, mummifying her.  She was impressed, but tried not to show it.
"Well, anyway, I was just getting reacquainted with an old boyfriend, and now
you show up!  I..."
"Now, now," interrupted Dodds, "don't get yourself in a snit.
We're all going to have a wonderful time, and you can have him all to yourself
when I leave.  By the way, how long was he planning on staying?" "Won't say,"
she answered, pouting as a child might.  There might have been a hint of a
smile at the corners of her mouth.
"Now don't be petulant, my dear," countered Dodds, smiling an almost fatherly
smile back at her, "you know how unpleasant I can get when people try to defy
me."  He stared fixedly into her eyes.
For a few moments, she stared defiantly back, then she broke into a grin and
shook her head.
"Very well," said Dodds, "if you won't talk, you don't need your head free."
He rummaged through her closet.  "Hmmph.  Cleaned house again, eh? Well, I
ought to find something suitable downstairs."
He walked out the door, and returned minutes later with a heavy wad of black
rubber in his hand.
"My my," breathed Dodds, "This is new, Flora must have been a very bad girl."
He held up the hood for Mandy to see.  She gulped: it was only too familiar to
her, since it had been custom made to her own design.
It was made of very thick rubber, the front molded into a feminine face. It was
equipped with an inflatable penis-gag with a tube through it for breathing.  A
short, thick hose leading to a small rubber bag was attached to a fitting at
the mouth.  Heavy laces closed the rear, and a panel with a locking zipper
secured them from prying fingers.
She clamped her mouth shut, refusing to ask for mercy.
Mr. Dodds opened the hood wide, and forced the dildo gag between her lips.
He smiled.  "Oh come now Mandy, you're not resisting much.  You'll never get
sympathy that way- you're enjoying yourself to much" After opening the
breathing valve wide, he pulled the heavy hood over her head, and laced it up
tight.  Mandy moaned something.  Dodds listened to her breathing for a moment,
then fitted a puffer bulb to the valve between the molded-in lips of the mask.
A few pumps visibly swelled the mask at the cheeks, and brought a few
satisfactory moans from inside the immobile, shiny black head.  When the pump
was removed, he stood grinning down at her for a moment before returning to his
work.  He had brought in several plastic tarps and an evil-looking motorized
surgical saw.
After laying things out, he searched through her closet for various rubber and
leather articles for several minutes, occasionally chuckling or muttering to
himself as he discovered items of interest.  Reappearing from under mounds of
leather and latex, he hauled out his booty and piled them on the foot stool at
the foot of the bed.
Again Dodds stopped to listen to her breathing.  It was long and breathless
sounding now.  He knew that the rubber bag at her mouth was forcing her to
re-breathe some of her exhalation, concentrating the CO2, and making her feel
breathless.  He chuckled to himself.  "Still want to keep secrets from your
master, dear?" he taunted.  He spoke normally, knowing that she would have to
control her breathing and strain to hear his words.  "Well, we'll give you
another HOUR OR TWO to think it over."  A long moan came from within the mask. 
Apparently she could hear him well enough.  He picked up the stainless steel
motor-saw.
"I'm going to cut you out of your cast now, Mandy.  I want you to remain 
completely still until I tell you otherwise, alright?"
"UM-HMM!" Mandy grunted.
"You may feel warm spots, or vibration, but don't worry, you can't be cut."  He
plugged in the motorized saw.  It was a medical cast cutter, with an
oscillating head that would cut the hard and brittle plaster, but nothing soft
or flexible, such as flesh.  He flicked the switch and a high pitched whine
filled the air.  He bent to his task.
It took him just under half an hour, to finish the job.  He had cut carefully
around her entire body at the sides, leaving the body cast in two pieces. 
Gently, he lifted the top half from her body.  He set it aside for the moment,
and helped Mandy to her feet.  Being held absolutely immobile for many hours
had not helped her muscles any, and she collapsed on the bed, the bag on her
hood swelling and collapsing in a fast rhythm as she gasped for air.  Quickly,
Dodds attached cuffs to each of her limbs, and before she could recover her
breath, stretched her arms and legs toward the bed posts with long leather
straps.
"That should keep you for a bit," he said.
After washing the plaster dust off of her suit, he picked up one of the bundles
from the bed and grinned.
"Now this suit here... this is a very nice piece of work. It must have cost you
several hundred pounds, at least!"
It was a complicated-looking full body suit.
"However..." he said, pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed, "however...
I would wager... that you never expected to have this used on yourself!"
He held the thing up to look at it, turning it this way and that in the lights.
 "You know, it appears to be sized for your slave.  I'm sure you wouldn't dream
of wearing something so obviously designed for sexual torment, so it must have
been intended for Flora.  It might be a tight fit, but that's nothing that a
little lubrication won't cure."  The sightless Mandy moaned again, wondering
which her many diabolical designs he held.  She knew how sensual the suits felt
when worn by her slave, and how difficult they could be to endure after a very
short time.  But if it were sized for Flora...  she doubted it would fit her
larger frame very well.  She also realized that latex stretched a lot, and that
an overly tight fit wouldn't bother her tormentor at all.
Dodds picked up one of the many bottles lying about and slathered a thick
greasey liquid over her latex-covered body.  She hummed softly with delight and
squirmed sensually on the bed, arching her hips upwards as his hand passed over
her crotch.
"My," exclaimed Dodds as he unzipped the new suit, "you certainly seem eager,
but you know I can't let you off that easily."
He untied one of her legs and began pulling the thick rubber onto it.
The entire suit was made of very thick red latex and was fitted with numerous
straps and d-rings molded and cemented to the rubber along the limbs and torso.
 The torso itself was in effect, a Victorian corset, having steel boning and
canvas sewn and glued between the double layers of the suit.  The feet ended in
reinforced straps, holding d-rings.  The arms were terminated in heavy and snug
mittens, again with d-rings attached at the ends.
As he slithered the heavy rubber up over her glistening feet, he smiled,
listening to her excited breathing hissing in the rubber bag.  The legs of the
suit were sized too small for Mandy's more voluptuous figure, and Dodds had to
strain a little to pull it over her legs.
Soon he had the body of the suit wrestled over her torso and was sliding her
arms into the mitten-ended arms of the suit.  These too, were a bit of a
struggle at first, but soon slid on with a liquid sigh.  Straps were buckled
tightly over the wrists, then the long back zip was laboriously pulled up, and
the undersized suit slithered tighter.
He threaded the rebreathing bag from her mask through the open mouth hole of
the suit's hood before pulling it on.  After coating the hood she was already
wearing with more of the thick lubricant, he forced the heavy red helmet of the
punishment suit over it, zipped it up the back, and laced it tight. 
Fortunately for Mandy, the only part of the suit that wasn't made to be a tight
fit was the neck, or she might have had difficulty breathing.
Her head was now encased in two layers of latex, making almost a quarter-inch
of rubber, holding her head and neck practically rigid.
Finally, laces were threaded into the dozens of small d-rings on either side of
the zipper, and he began pulling.  The built-in corset had been tailored to
Flora's smaller figure, and he stopped for long breaks several times, using the
opportunity to check on his other two prisoners.
Slowly, Mandy's waist adjusted to it's new shape.  As each lacing session
brought
the suit tighter and tighter around Mandy's torso, it forced her body into an
improbable, yet very exotic-looking hourglass shape.
He laughed to hear her grunts and wheezes, interspersed with moans of pleasure
as the compression of her body excited her.  When the lacing was complete, he
wrapped a measuring tape around her waist.  "Incredible!" he proclaimed softly,
"barely twenty-two inches, over the outside, that would be about twenty one
under the suit." Despite the radical cut of the corset her hips and bust were
at their normal size, of course, roughly 38 inches.  For anyone else, this
might have been impossible.  Only Mandy's routine corseting allowed him to
accomplish the drastic reduction.  She writhed on the bed now, her breath
coming in shallower gasps.  Mr. Dodds allowed her to suffer for a moment, then
removed the rebreathing bag from her helmet, knowing that she would be inhaling
far less air with her ribcage compressed.  He looked around the room.  "You
know, I really can't fault your taste in furniture," he commented.
 He was tying pulleys to the heavy top rails of her French provincial bed.
He smiled to himself, knowing she couldn't hear him very well inside the two
thick rubber helmets.
"These frames make one wonder," he continued, "whether the whole French nation
was kinky.  They're ideal for people like us."  He was clipping the puley ropes
to the rings at the sides of her suit.  When they were all secure, he released
the straps at her ankles and wrists and started hauling on the ropes, one by
one.  Mandy moaned in fright after a few tugs, probably because she hadn't
figured out yet what was being done to her.
As each rope began to take part of her weight, he would tie it off, moving to
the next, repeating the process until she was suspended upside down over the
mattress.  Then he reattached the straps to the rings on the feet, mittens, and
helmet of the suit, and stretched each one tightly to the corners of the canopy
frame.  Next, he fastened additional straps to the many d-rings on the sides of
the limbs and torso of the suit.  Each of the outside straps he stretched tight
to the canopy frame, while each of the inner-facing ones he pulled taught to
it's mate on the opposing limb.  The last touch was to remove the pulley-ropes,
so that the heavy suit and straps alone supported her weight.  When he was
done, Mandy was suspended between a web-work of straps, the rubber suit
stretched out a little at each attachment point.
When finished, Mr. Dodds stepped back to admire her.  She was still wearing the
the thin latex catsuit underneath of course, but with the addition of the shiny
red bondage suit laced tightly over it.  The straps pulled this out from her
body at dozens of places, and this, combined with the tightly stretched mittens
and feet spreading her in mid air, made her body appear stretched as well into
a strange, yet erotic caricature of the female form, the stretched points
giving the red rubber the appearance of thorns.
She was taking deep breaths now, her breasts heaving, in order to get enough
air in the confines of the suit, and Dodds watched her for several minutes.
After a short while he nodded to himself, hefted half of the cast under each
arm, and whistled his way downstairs.

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 11 -

Jason awoke in a slight stupor.  His tongue felt thick, and his eyes were gummy
with sleep.  Unknown to him, he had been made to sleep for eleven hours, while
Mr. Dodds' completed his preperations.  As he stared bleary-eyed around his
room, he noticed how everything, the light from the window, the reflections
from various objects in the room, had acquired a crystalline clarity, an almost
dreamlike super-reality.  For a moment, he wondered if he were still sleeping.
He noticed, too that something was stuffed in his mouth, and his head and face
felt odd when he touched them.  He realized he was wearing some kind of rubber
hood with open eyes, and nose holes for breathing.  He felt himself become
aroused, but the sensation seemed somehow incomplete, just a general warming in
the vicinity of his crotch.
The next thing he noticed as he swung his legs over the bedside was an odd
sensation of numbness that enveloped his body.  When he absentmindedly
scratched his crotch, something rang his alarm bells and he looked down...
...and nearly fainted with shock.  I'm dreaming, he thought, I've gotta be
dreaming. For framing the view of his belly were two magnificent breasts and
the swell of womanly hips was visible below them.  He stumbled, in a daze, to
the long dressing mirror.  The view that greeted him there rocked him to his
core.  He was a woman.  From his shapely legs up past the nude mons veneris,
his gaze swept upwards, over the wide hips and surprisingly small waist, to his
amazing breasts.  They had no right to be there, but denying them didn't make
them go away.  And worse, his face was not his own.
He knew that heavily made-up feminine face in the mirror from somewhere.
Then he remembered.  His first night with Flora and Mandy.  It was the rubber
false face mask Flora had worn that first night.  Combined with what must
surely have been a wig, it gave him a quite feminine and natural, if
expressionless, woman's face, with a pouting mouth and long lashes.  His gaze
returned to the breasts pointing at him from the mirror.  How is this possible?
he wondered.  Hmm... about a 'D' cup, thought Jason to himself, and nicely
shaped, too. He fondled them a moment, feeling already stiff nipples under his
slightly numb fingers, but no sensation in the breasts.  They were numb,
senseless. That's odd, he thought- Mandy says her breasts are quite sensitive. 
Well...  if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up.  I want to know what this
is really like... strange... why do I feel so seperated from my body?
This is more like a drug trip than a dream. He had no idea how close I was to
the truth. Jason would never have admitted it to anyone, even Mandy, his first
love, but he had always had transexual fantasies.  The reason was not so much
that he enjoyed women's clothes, but rather that he wanted to BE a woman, at
least temporarily, to feel what a woman feels.  He had always suspected that
their bodies felt much more sensual to their owners, and he was certain they
enjoyed sex more than most men.  He didn't want to just get into women's pants,
he wanted their bodies. Now that he had one, he didn't quite know what to do
with it.
"Ahem," said a voice.
Jason nearly jumped out of his skin!  He turned to see Mr. Dodds standing in a
shaded corner of the room, and grinning.
"Well, Flora, how are we feeling today?  No, that's alright, I know you can't
answer."
Jason thought, is that it- I've really become Flora?  Then I AM dreaming... 
aren't I?
"No time to lose, dear," commented Mr. Dodds.  "First, I want you to install
this dildo in that beautiful ass of yours."  He handed Jason a large,
anatomically shaped dildo made of chrome plated steel.  It was equipped with a
wide flange at the bottom, and was very heavy.  It frankly terrified him.
He wanted to shout at Mr. Dodds that this was his dream, and he wasn't planning
to suffer in any way- he was going to enjoy it- but then he realized- if this
IS a dream, anything can happen, can't it?  And he realized that he DID want
this.  He wanted to know what it really was like for Flora when she submitted
to Mandy's most delicious torments.  He began greasing up the dildo with the KY
jelly that Dodds provided, then his own tight bottom.  To his relief, Dodds
turned his back for this part.
It took several slow tries before his sphincter relaxed enough to get the big
dildo in, but when it finally slid home, "Flora" grunted with pleasure into his
mask.  Although it felt as if he had a telephone pole up his rear, he decided
that he liked being a woman.
He wanted to feel his new body, but as soon as his hands wandered towards his
crotch, Mr. Dodds said, "Ah-ah! none of that!  We have many things to do, so
hurry and put on the things I've laid out for you."  He pointed to a pile of
neatly folded items on the dresser.  "I'll help you with the lacing and such,"
he added.
"Flora's" head was spinning... who am I really?  How long can this last?
This is just to good to be true, he thought.
In a daze, "Flora" moved to the dresser and picked up the top item, a panty
girdle.  It was a pretty, high waisted affair with short legs.  It was made out
from heavy gauge rubberized spandex, colored pink, which shimmered and glowed
under the soft bedroom lights.  As "Flora" was putting it on, he was dismayed
to find the dildo slipping out.  He had to pause several times to push it back
up in embarrassment, much to the amusement of Mr. Dodds.  "Don't worry, my
dear," soothed Dodds, "you'll find that the girdle will keep it in place."
With some effort, and some extra talcum powder, "Flora" slid the girdle on and
closed the side zipper.
As promised, the tight girdle held the dildo in, although loosely.  The heavy
weight of the solid metal dildo kept it sliding out, but the first step taken
in the tight-fitting garment would send it slithering back in.
"Flora" found the effect very erotic.
The next item in the pile was a pink long-line rubber bra.  He put it on,
smoothing it over his new breasts, and tucking the bottom under the top of the
girdle.  It fit well, if somewhat tightly, revealing ample cleavage over the
cups.
Next was a pair of long black stockings, of polished rubber, accompanied by a
black patent-leather garter belt, with red trim.  He pulled the stockings up
over the legs of the panty girdle and fastened all six of the garters.
"Flora" was now covered in pink and black rubber from her toes to her chest.
At this point, Mr. Dodds announced, "Very nice!  But now you've come to the
hard part."  "Flora" glanced at the dwindling pile of clothes.  With some
trepidation, he picked up a heavy corset.  It was quite a piece of engineering,
he had to admit.  He had seen corsets before in catalogs, but this one was
different in a number of ways.  It was covered in soft black leather, but it's
softness belied a much stiffer foundation.  It was heavily boned with twelve
curved steel stays, double-stitched in place, their thickness barely visible
beneath the layers of canvas and leather.  Instead of one, it had two curved
steel busks, with gleaming chrome plated hooks, but unlike the other corsets he
had seen, they were at the sides, not in front.
It sported sixteen inches of lacing eyelets at the front and back.  The top
edge was curved to fit right up under the breasts, and its length extended well
over the hips.  In all, it was a very finely crafted and formidable garment.
After carefully fitting it in place, Dodds began lacing it up.  It took quite
some time, for he had to allow long breaks while "Flora's" waist and lower
ribcage adjusted to their new shape.  After almost an hour, he had "Flora's"
figure tightly compressed in it's rigid embrace.  "Flora" could hardly breathe,
but the stiff support clamping his torso felt strangely pleasant, a sort of
mobile bondage.
Dodds produced a tape from a pocket, and measured his waist.  "Twenty-four
inches exactly!  That's about twenty-two inches underneath.  Very good...
Well?  What are you waiting for?  Keep dressing!"
"Flora" was beginning to be glad that the window had been left open during the
night, for the room was still cool and he was beginning to get warm under
 the layers of rubber and leather.  The next garment was an elaborate latex
maid's uniform, in black with white trim at hem and necklines, the skirt filled
by several white latex petticoats.  Putting it on was a lesson in frustration. 
He found himself quite unable to bend at the waist in the rigid grasp of the
corset.  Although he could bend at the hips a little, the bottom  of the corset
pressed into his hips and crotch.  He ended up putting the dress on over his
head.  Once Dodds had zipped up the back, the low-cut bodice fit quite tightly,
showing off his figure rather more than he would have liked.
A dainty rubber maid's apron was attached to it, having fake ties around the
sides, and frilly edges on the apron itself.  The sleeves of the dress were
puffed at the shoulder and ended in a tight cuff just above the elbow.
To complete the outfit, Dodds handed him long white latex opera gloves, which
he tucked under the cuffs of "Flora's" dress.
"Flora" was now completely covered in rubber, without a square centimeter of
skin showing.  His face appeared natural, but this was an illusion, the
cleverly colored and molded helmet clinging sweatily to his face.  Only his
wide eyes were actually uncovered, and could be seen staring excitedly through
the eye-shaped holes.
Unknown to him, "Flora" was under a further layer of foam latex rubber, the
suit molded from Flora's and Jason's casts, giving him a perfect female form.
The heat was soon building inside the air-tight costume.  His privates were
bound in a leather cock and ball harness, then tucked into a shallow steel cod
piece with leather-padded edges.  Its smooth curves concealed his sex
completely.  The molded female features of the foam rubber suit completed the
illusion perfectly.
But Mr. Dodds wasn't finished playing dress-up yet.  Finally came a pair of the
most incredible boots "Flora" had ever seen.  At first he couldn't see how
anyone could wear them.  They were finely crafted from thin stainless steel
sheet, made into form-fitting thigh-high boots.  The feet had nine inch tall
heels, ending in a "ballet" toe, the sole curved to force the foot up on point.
The body of the boots were shaped into beautiful curves, with muscular-looking
calves, and firm, rounded thighs.  He wondered for a moment how they had been
made.
"Here," said Dodds, "I'll have to help you into those."  It turned out that the
boots were made in two halves, front and back, and were made with small
interlocking holes and studs along the seams.  Each half was lined with a thin
layer of firm foam rubber.  "Flora's" feet and legs were fitted carefully in
place, then Dodds pressed hard to force the two halves together.
With some effort, they snapped together, the studs locking into the holes,
leaving an almost invisible seam.  "Flora's" legs were now solidly clamped into
the unbending boots.
After helping "Flora" into the boots, Mr. Dodds had him toddle around the room.
 "Well, aren't you a beautiful creature!" he exclaimed.  "Let's get downstairs
so you can fix breakfast."
"Flora" had a tough time of it, as the boots were almost impossible to walk in,
and he had to constantly make tiny steps back and forth to keep his balance. 
He was soon sweating from the effort of moving his legs without the use of his
knees, swinging his hips to lift the heels clear of the carpeting.
They made it to the dining area without mishap, however.  "I've laid out most
of the food," Dodds announced, "so all you have to do is cook it and get it on
the table.  I'm sure I don't have to remind you to keep your uniform clean." 
So saying, he left the room.
"Flora" was beginning to like this new costume, for while the steel boots were
uncomfortably rigid, they were shaped very sexily, giving him the chrome-plated
legs of a dancer, or a muscular female android.  He stood in front of the
dining room mirror for a moment, running his hands over the smooth rubber.  His
waist felt strangely alien, incredibly small.  He felt the heavy dildo slide
out a little as his rear muscles relaxed, then slither into him again as he
made for the kitchen.  Walking around the generously sized kitchen was a
heavenly torture, as he strained to get out pans, boil water, and cook the
considerable amount of foodstuffs that Dodds had set out.  It was quite
impossible to flex his legs, and the corset held his waist absolutely rigid, so
that the only recourse was to bend over at the hips, holding onto counters and
chairs for balance.  This wasn't especially easy, for his jogger's legs were
not very limber, and his muscles stretched painfully each time he bent over.
He was quite aroused now, but the thick latex girdle not only excited him, but
dulled sensation as well, so that he never quite reached the point of release.
When Dodds returned, he had "Jason" with him, along with some leather items in
his other hand, and "Flora" marvelled at the complex harness and the chrome
dildo fixed at her mouth.
It seemed that they were all famished, as breakfast disappeared quickly, Mr.
Dodds consuming more food than anyone, accompanied by vast quantities of black
coffee.
When they were finished, "Flora" rose to clean away the remains, rather
enjoying the servile role of maid, but Mr. Dodds stopped him saying, "Leave
that, I'll get it later.  Right now, I've something I want to show you."
He released "Jason" from the chair, re-tightening her harness.  Then he pulled
out a pair of "bondage mittens", leather cuffs with tight-fitting bags which
laced up, enclosed the hands.  He showed her how they buckled to her harness at
the outside of her hips.  A few more straps attached to the harness at chest
and waist, pinning her arms to her sides.  Next, he brought out a leather
"single glove", or arm-binder, and pulling "Flora's" arms to the rear, slid it
over them to his shoulders.  Two straps secured it around his shoulders, and
then Dodds laced it up tightly, pulling "Flora's" arms toward each other, and
thrusting out his breasts.  Snapping a lead to each of their collars, he led
them to the basement stairs, "Flora" tottering about on his impossible heels,
and "Jason's" leather harness creaking and squeeking.

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...

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 13 -

Mr. Dodds pulled out of his pocket a small vial, and opening it, dropped
several large pink and blue capsules onto his palm.  "I hope you enjoy this my
love," he muttered under his breath, it was a deal of trouble getting these."
He opened each capsule and poured the contents into the funnel at the end of
Mandy's stomach-tube.  This done, he picked up the plastic pitcher he had
brought downstairs.  He poured the thick liquid into the funnel. "Carnation's
best, my love, bon apetite!," he said, though he knew she could hear nothing. 
As he poured, he watched the figure stuck immobile upon the slab, her stomach
moving visibly.
"She's full now, I'll bet," he muttered. Setting the half empty pitcher in the
corner, he removed the tube from its connection on the mask, and headed for the
sprayer.

The equipment that Mr. Dodds wheeled over to Mandy's motionless side appeared
to be a common paint sprayer, and was, except for minor modifications to the
spray-gun.  It was a contractor type, with one hose to the air compressor, and
one that dipped into the paint bucket.  In this case, however, the label on the
five gallon bucket read:
ACME 1 Part Latex Molding Compound
> ask for it by name <--
After listening to Mandy's breathing and looking over various fittings once
more, he went to work.  He turned on the compressor and donned a filtered
respirator to protect himself from the spray.  Soon, a smooth coating of latex
rubber began to build up on the statuesque female form stuck to the slab.  It
covered everything: the blindfold, the mouth fitting and the seams of her suit,
with a glossy black shine. When he had a smooth coat applied, he waited several
minutes for the volatile carrier to evaporate.  He knelt down, running his
hands over the now-dry coating.  It was a perfect coating of rubber, smooth and
flexible, and it partially glazed over all the little seams and imperfections,
creating a seamless glossy covering.  The chest of his sculpture rose and fell
as the living woman inside breathed slowly and deeply, at the insistence of the
respirator whirring in the corner.  He stepped back and began the next coat. In
her rubber confinement, Mandy was slowly cooling off from the exercise of
coming downstairs.  She was amazed at how rigidly Mr. Dodds had managed to
fasten her down.  She decided that he must have actually glued her suit to
something.  He definitely gets to buy me a few new suits, she told herself.
After a while, she felt a pressure building in her stomach.  He must be feeding
me something, she thought.  This is silly- why couldn't he have fed it to me
before I suited up.  Unless... unless it's something he thinks I wouldn't
normally eat, but that's dumb- he's seen me eat raw oysters, what could be
worse than that?  Ugh, I don't want to think about that, I have too colorful an
imagination.
Then she remembered the over-size enema tube and plug. Shit! she thought, what
if he's planning on leaving me in this thing for...god, how long COULD he leave
me in here?  He didn't catheterize me- I hope he knows what he's doing... damn,
what if I have to piss? The tube in her gullet soon became warm, and her
stomach protested slightly as it became full.  I really hope it's nothing
nasty, she thought, god knows what he's thought of this time.  Whatever it was,
it kept coming, and soon her stomach was becoming uncomfortably full. By the
time the flow into her stomach had stopped, she felt positively bloated, as if
she had overindulged at Thanksgiving dinner.
Presently, she felt a slight chill through the suit.  Perhaps he was washing
her, she thought.  A little later, she felt it again, but not as strongly.  She
noticed, after a while, that her confinement seemed slightly stiffer.  She
couldn't move much, but she could flex her stomach muscles, and wriggle a
little, so she did, the slimy oil inside her suit squelching past her crotch as
she did so. She shuddered as the little warts inside the breast cups stimulated
her nipples.
She was certain now.  Her suit was definitely much stiffer.  She could feel
some resistance to her breathing, but the mask and breathe-through gag pumped
air steadily, filling her lungs and emptying them, so she had no anxiety about
being able to breathe. Nonetheless, a little thrill ran through her, as she
wondered what Dodds could be doing.  She had no idea how long he would leave
her in this helpless condition, but she was certain he wouldn't let her get
bored.  All she could do was wait. She felt a little wave of internal heat run
through her. Damn, but she was horny.
Mr. Dodds was delighted to find the latex coatings drying faster than he had
expected.  He was up to the fourth coat now, and Mandy's form was now a
permanent part of the rubber-covered slab, joining with it smoothly where she
lay upon it.  The thick layer of rubber made a smooth, continuous armor coating
over her suit.  When the fifth coat was applied, he shut off the compresser,
pushing the equipment back into the corner.
Once more he checked Mandy's breathing, and briefly grabbed her crotch and
squeezed gently.  A very faint moan issued from within the rubber sculpture. He
left the room. For quite a while, the room was quiet, except for the even
pumping of the respirator, and the sighing of air through the hoses. Then Mr.
Dodds returned, leading in the bewildered pair of "Flora" and "Jason", though
neither could say now for certain who was which.
When the slab with the strange woman-shape came into view, they both stopped
and  stared.  A long, waist-high table of glossy black material supported a
female statue made from the same ebon substance.  Her form was exquisite, if of
unlikely proportions.  Huge conical breasts jutted up from the supine figure,
and an oversized mons bulged between her legs. The sculpture's form flowed
smoothly into the table, showing no seam or sign of fastening.
The table was obviously designed to tilt, being supported by an axle at the
center, and having a single rod-shaped support attached under it, which
disappeared into a large box on the floor.  Small wires ran from the tip of
each breast, and from her large mound, to another, smaller, box on the floor.
The effect was literally that of an avant-garde sculpture, something from a
modern art museum perhaps, except that they KNEW someone was inside. "Well, my
pretty pair, what do you think?  In case you're wondering, there really is
someone inside that.  It would make a fine piece of art, don't you think?  They
could put it on permanent display at the Museum of Modern Art in New York.  The
person inside is quite alright, however, and is probably having a hard time
keeping calm, as I've taken certain steps to ensure a very distracting, yet...
pleasurable, stay."
Flora and Jason looked on in amazement, wondering anew just who was in the
other's costume, and which of them had the misfortune (or was it fortune?) to
be entombed within the solid rubber statue.  By this time, they'd gotten the
idea that Mr. Dodds, however kinky, had no desire to cause them harm, and
besides, they could both see the breathing hoses connected to an expensive
looking hospital respirator, although only the real Flora knew with certainty
what it was.  Each of them secretly wished that it was they who were trapped in
the close confines of the sculpture, and wondered what "steps" Dodds had taken
to make it "pleasurable" for the sculptee.
"Enough gawking," announced Dodds, as he clipped "Flora's" armbinder to a
wall-hook.  "Jason, please get up here."  He was standing next to a large
hospital-style table with a thin mattress on it, which he patted, as he looked
pointedly at Flora. After Flora did as she was told, Dodds proceeded to fasten
"Jasons" harness to the rails of the bed, metal clips attaching to the d-rings
on her harness.  Since there were straps with d-rings every few inches on her
torso, arms and legs, even her head, it took some time before "Jason" was
firmly anchored to the bed. Mr. Dodds also attached leather straps between
"Jasons" legs, and between her arms and body.  When these were tightened, she
was held rigidly in place. He released a catch, and the table tilted forward,
providing her with a splendid view of the rest of the proceedings.  With the
gag filling her mouth, "Jason" was hardly in a position to complain.  She
wondered what Mr. Dodds had in mind for the chromed dildo fixed firmly over her
mouth.
She imagined Mandy using something like it on her, and became instantly wet
with desire. While "Jason" squirmed, Mr. Dodds led "Flora" to a small platform
with a long rod sticking up from it.  Small metal clamps on the platform mated
with his boots at heel and toe, fastening them rigidly to the floor.  A turn of
a thumbscrew allowed the telescoping core of the rod to reach up to "Flora's"
ass.  The threaded end was snaked through the hole in the girdle, and mated
neatly with the socket in the dildo.  With a few turns of Dodd's wrist, the rod
was secure.  With the rigid steel boots immovable, the rod now impaling his
bottom, and the stiff corset clamping his waist, "Flora" found it quite
impossible to move, other than with a slight bend at the hips. "There!"
remarked Mr. Dodds, "I think we are ready for the Grand Exhibit.
I wanted you to be in a receptive frame of mind for this, to better appreciate
what you are seeing.  Flora, you ought to find this especially interesting, in
light of your recent ordeal on Mandy's clever little treadmill. "The person
under those layers of rubber is, of course, my occasional slave and lover,
Mandy.  What you must understand is that Mandy has been my slave for quite a
few more years than you and she have been together.  She has undergone tests of
physical endurance that you cannot even imagine. This will be one of the more
enjoyable ones.  Perhaps I should explain what I have done. "The sculpture you
see before you is composed of a layer of rubber about a quarter-inch thick.  It
completely covers the thick latex suit Mandy has on under it.  It also bonds
her body quite immovably to the platform beneath her.  The suit has been
heavily modified.  It is not very tight, and I've lubricated it inside with
about three liters of silicone oil, allowing her to move slightly with effort,
or if for example,  we were to tilt the table.  Heh. "The suit has little
rubber warts lining the breast cups and the crotch area. I'm sure you're both
aware how sensitive Mandy's nipples are." At this, "Jason" squirmed still more
within her tight bondage. "In addition," continued Mr. Dodds, "there's a thick
dildo in her lovely little quim, and a large enema plug up her rear.  The
helmet is equipped with an inflated surgical breathing mask, a gag, padded
eyes, and padded ears.  In addition, her ears are stuffed with foam ear-plugs,
so that she is completely isolated from sound.  The breathing hose is connected
to this respirator apparatus so that we may regulate what and how much she
breathes. "She can see, hear, and smell nothing whatsoever.  She can feel only
a slight friction if she wriggles within the confines of the suit. 
She has been in this state for several hours, so by now she will be just a
little wonky from sensory deprivation.  I'll now supply her with enough
stimulation to more than make up for it, however." So saying, he walked over
and flipped the switch on the box below the table.  Immediately, it began to
hum, and the arm coming out of it began to push and pull, tilting the table
slowly back and forth, through an arc of almost ninety degrees.
Mr. Dodds continued his speech.  "I want you both to imagine what sort of
strong mind it takes to endure the sort of sexual intensity I intend to treat
her to.  Flora, you can probably best appreciate what she will experience, but
I assure you, this will be quite a bit more thorough an treatment than you
received.  Here is another detail of her situation.
"I'm sure you've both noticed the somewhat exaggerated shape of her breasts and
crotch-mound.  These are small but powerful vibrators which have been molded
into the suit with her, one over each breast and one at the crotch. They are
plugged into THIS."  He pointed to the control box. "Let's give her a small
sample, shall we?"
Here he reached down and flicked the switch on the other small box on the
floor.  A small pilot lamp glowed.  They could hear no change over the humming
from the motor on the floor, nor could they see any movement in the strange
shape on the slab, other than the rhythmic tilting of the platform, but each
gave a small shudder as they imagined the feelings that had to be coursing
through Mandy's helpless body inside.  After a long minute or two, Mr. Dodds
turned everything off.

                                    -=*=-

Mandy panicked a little as she felt herself tipping, afraid she was about to be
dropped on her head, but whatever was moving her, soon swung back the other
way, and her lubricated body slid down towards her feet.  In a way, this was
worse, as the fiendish accessories of the rubber suit mindlessly made love to
her body. As her weight slid down, the rippled dildo gently forced its way into
her vagina, filling her delightfully.  Since she was swimming in slippery
silicone oil, she was powerless to prevent this, even if she had wanted to.
Then too, the little rubber warts lining the breast cups and crotch area teased
her nipples and fondled her clitoris.  She felt the heat rushing to her
privates and her pulse throbbing in her head.  She moaned with delight. Then
she was swaying back, slithering tightly into the head and shoulders of her
rubber prison, the bumps and rods reversing their sensuous motion. She realized
that for some reason, she was becoming increasingly aroused, more sexually
aware than she could remember ever having been.  Her attention had narrowed to
include just her skin, her breasts, and her crotch. He must have drugged me
again, she thought... something special, although my head feels clear.  She
tried to think of other things, but all that came to mind was a collage of
previous sessions, other bizarre treatments she had received at Mr. Dodds
hands. Her thoughts drifted back to her early days with him, when he had first
begun her training.  He had made her put on his first gift to her- a custom
made, elegant rubber evening dress, and had taken her out to the
latest trendy dinner theatre.
Despite the sexual feeling the dress gave her, or perhaps because of it, she
had been a little embarrassed, an emotion she was not used to feeling.  Perhaps
it was because he had insisted she remain naked beneath the dress.  During
dinner he had kicked off a shoe and
masturbated her with his toes beneath the concealing table cloth.  She had only
barely managed to conceal her climax from the other patrons and the
ever-attendant waiter. Suddenly a new sensation snapped her back to the
present. 

Powerful vibrations were coursing through her chest and crotch.  Her pelvis
involuntarily tried to arch upwards to meet a non-existent lover, and her
nipples swelled still further within their cups.  Her breasts felt as if they
had little motors inside them, the vibrations were so strong. As her slave
Flora had often wondered in the past, so now did Mandy: "How much more of this
am I going to have to take?"  She tried again to let her mind wander, but her
situation now was entirely too distracting. She let herself go with the
motions, and it was with great relief that she felt her first orgasm building. 
Almost immediately the vibrations, the rocking motions ceased. She screamed
into the mask, cursing silently, wondering how Dodds could have known.  She was
blind with lust now, wanting anything, anything at all to satisfy her.  She
tensed in her rigid rubber prison, trying to rub against her suit, to mack up
and down a bit on the rods filling her, but to no avail. Flora and Jason, even
Mr. Dodds, could see nothing of this, and although Mr. Dodds had a very good
idea how excited a state his slave was in, his frustrating her imminent climax
for the second time that day had been pure luck.  He smiled, reviewing in his
mind what he had in store for his slaves.  He walked to the respiration
equipment and reached for a valve on one of the tanks. 
"And now, the piece de resistance..."
He put on his best "lecturing" smile.  "Maybe I'm getting jaded in my old age,
but I'm just not satisfied any more with simple mechanical stimulation. True,
rubber and leather and bondage are wonderful things, but I've been
experimenting with new ideas.
"Tonight, Mandy will experience the culmination of two years of investigation.
In the past, Mandy's sensuality, her desperate sexual and fetish needs have
been her strength... she could turn any of my torments to her own pleasure. 
But never before have I tampered directly with her mind as well as with her
body. "Tonight, rather than discomfort, she will undergo the most intense
sexual stimulation of her life.  Everything else she has felt this weekend will
pale by comparison.
"If she survives with her mind intact, she will have proved herself to be the
finest slave in my experience, as well as a stern mistress." "I've a few other
touches as well.  Half way through my preperations for this little show, it
occurred to me that it would be a waste not to use her rotating bondage board
for something, so I tied her enema bag to it. Set to a slow speed, it will
alternately empty and fill her bowells, rather quickly, as the wheel rotates
'round. He turned the valve under his hand, then turned the other.  No obvious
changes occured, and only Dodds could know what reactions might be occuring
inside the rubber sculpture.
"Let me explain what I have just done", he continued.  "This tank is full of
nitrous oxide, or laughing gas.  The other is filled with pure oxygen.
Automatic timers will switch between the two, alternately clearing her head and
making her higher than a kite, every ten minutes. "The nitrous mixture is set
thin enough so that she will merely feel giddy and euphoric, rather than too
drowsy.  I've done this in the past with several other slaves with great
success.  It seems to calm them down in between climaxes, allowing them to
recover just slightly.  But today, I intend to outdo myself.  We all know that
Mandy is very much multi-orgasmic. Now I intend to see just how many climaxes
she can survive! "But wait, there's more, there's more!"  Dodds actually
giggled, while barely managing to not quite sound like a television commercial.
 He was really enjoying himself.
"Several months ago, a friend of mine in the medical field heard of a new
anti-depressant drug being tested in Canada.  It's called Chlomipramine. It
worked, more or less, but patients on whom it was being tested began to
complain of excessive sex drive, and spontaneous orgasms.  It would seem the
Canadians have stumbled accross the world's first true aphrodesiac. I have
tried it myself, and when taken in quantity, it's effects are startling. "Oh,
it's a bit of a stimulant, although it's quite harmless really, but as a side
effect, it makes one so randy, so impossibly horny, everything else takes a
back seat until you get satisfaction.  When I first tried it on a slave with
whom I was out driving, she nearly caused a wreck, she was so desperate! "Mandy
was given a largish dose about an hour ago.  Its effects will last about eight
hours. "Naturally, we'll try to keep Mandy satisfied, although I rather suspect
that will be difficult.  Hmm.  Well.  Let us begin.  First the table." He
flicked a switch, and once again, the table began to tilt back and forth. "Now,
the vibrators," as he set the other toggle, "and the gas." He flipped another
switch on the respirator equipment. "And finally, her enema." He twisted a
dimmer switch on the wall, and the bondage wheel began to rotate slowly,
gradually raising the enema bag.
They all stood transfixed for a moment, no one moving, (though two of them
would have been hard pressed to move in any case) as they looked on in awe,
even Mr. Dodds himself, at what he had done. A bizarre female form, apparently
wrought of polished ebony, grew out of a solid slab that swung back and forth
through almost ninety degrees. It was a female sculpture, although the artist
was obviously obsessed with sex, for the breasts and mons veneris were
exaggerated, huge rounded things, with small wire leads trailing from them. 
Certainly, the artist could be considered avant garde, as the tubing leading to
the sculpture's mouth was hardly standard on the as-issued female body.  Then
too, how did one explain the shifting of shape within, as the table tilted,
something sliding around inside...
Mandy grunted in surprise as her world began to sway again, and sighed with
relief as she began to slide back and forth, the fiendish fingers and warts,
now old friends, massaging her clitoris and nipples.  The dildo slid firmly
home, filling her, then slid out again as she tilted the other way. Suddenly,
the vibrations began again, seemingly from inside her breasts and crotch.  She
shouted with joy as incredible thrills spasmed through her body.  She was sure
now, in some small corner of her mind, that she had been drugged, that this was
more than her normal response, but her body screamed, "WHO CARES?" and she gave
in completely. As if the fat dildo inside her weren't enough, she now felt a
cool pressure building in her belly.  The enema rushed into her, and she was
grateful that she'd had so little to eat in the last twenty-four hours.  She
didn't relish the idea of cramps.  The water filled her belly, and in
combination with her already full stomach, made her feel completely swollen and
bloated. When the table swung down again, the crowding inside her made the
dildo feel as if it were ten times larger.  She felt stuffed, like a living
sausage skin. After a few more cycles of her dark and unstable world, she felt
the enema rushing out again. She hardly noticed when the smell of her air
changed subtlely, but gradually she calmed down, although she was still out of
her mind with lust. She felt happy, unreasonably happy, and at peace, although
she certainly wasn't satisfied yet.  She cheerfully macked up and down on the
rod, not knowing or caring where she was, or what was happening to her.
Eventually, again unnoticed, the air changed its flavor again, and her head
began to clear, so that although she knew precisely what sort of situation she
was in, she also felt more insistant that she get some satisfaction.  The
effects of the little rubber warts and vibrations became more noticeable, and
she lost herself again in wave after wave of sexual spending and release.
We may as well leave her now, as the rest is more or less the same, for hours
on end. Mr. Dodds turned to his other two guests.  "Well folks, that's that for
a few hours, we shan't see much more than this.  Why don't we leave her to her
pleasures, and see if we can't find something else to amuse us for awhile." He
began to unfasten the straps holding "Jason" to the hospital gurney.

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 14 -

When he had "Jason" free of the straps holding her to the gurney, Mr. Dodds led
her into the adjoining room.  This room was adjacent to the one where Mandy had
first entertained Flora and her guest. Its two prominent features were a low,
round structure like a well, in the middle of the room, which appeared to be
filled with rubber sheets, and an X-shaped bondage frame attached to one wall. 
It was attached at the center to a large metal hub bolted to the wall. There
was also a large hoist hung from a traversable track on the ceiling, and a
diver's air compressor on a wheeled dolly.  All of which equipment, "Jason" was
only too familiar with Mr. Dodds made her stand on a stool while he strapped
her body harness to the frame.  In minutes, she was attached by a myriad of
little leather straps, every few inches, with her waist tightly clamped by a
single four inch wide belt.  Even her head was fastened down tightly to the
padded head rest.  She couldn't move an inch.  As Mr. Dodds checked the bondage
of each limb in turn, she could feel the frame swaying slightly.   Finally,
Dodds walked out. In the next room, he reached behind "Floras" head and undid
the zip of Jason's female-faced helmet, removing it. "Look, mate," Jason
announced, as soon as his mouth was unplugged, "I've had just about enough of
your little games... when are you going to leave us alone?"  Mr. Dodds looked
startled, as Jason ranted on.
"What gives you the right to come barging in here, take over Mandy's household,
and treat us all like your personal sex slaves?" Mr. Dodds looked amused for a
moment.  
"First of all, Mandy is my `personal sex slave', and since Flora belongs to
Mandy, she too is mine to do with as I please. She has told Mandy many times
that she would give herself to another if Mandy ordered it, and especially if
Mandy watched.  Although, I doubt this is exactly what she had in mind. If you
don't believe me, you are free to ask Flora yourself, as-if-and when I decide
to let her out of her present predicament.
"Secondly, I'd assumed when I found you in YOUR predicament, that you were also
a new acquisition of Mandys, since you certainly seemed to be enjoying
yourself."
Jason blushed to his hairline.
"Third," Dodds ticked off on his fingers, "I AM a reasonable man.
Since I didn't ask you, and you didn't ask me, you certainly should be given
the option to choose whether this is the sort of life you want to lead. But
I'll warn you!  If you decide to leave now, in the heat of anger, I can predict
that not only will you never be bothered by me, you will never see Mandy or
Flora again, either.  Believe it or not, some of the things we do here are
unlawful in this state.  It's worse back in England!
"Our kind are a secretive lot, and given the rather medieval laws in this
country, we can't risk someone running out and calling the newspapers, now can
we?  If I were to let you go, Mandy might be very unhappy, but she would in all
likelihood, move, despite her comfortable little mansion here, and as I said,
you would never see her again. He paused, looking reflectively at Jason for a
moment. "I assume," he added, "since you are here, and since Mandy generally
prefers women, that there is something special between you?" 
Jason looked sullen, but nodded.  Mr. Dodds continued.  "So.  Just to be sure
things are as everyone would have it, I will give you the option. Stay here,
subject to Mandy's or my absolute rule, and live in decadent, submissive
pleasure, free of any cares, for as long as you like.  Or leave now, all pissed
off, and let the rest of us get on with our lives in whatever manner we wish!"
He stopped and looked patiently at Jason, waiting for an answer. Jason was in a
quandary.  While he had resented Mr. Dodds invasion on what had been shaping up
to be his ultimate dream (complete with two bisexual, rubber-loving women, a
stastical impossibility).  He also realized that Mr. Dodds had been responsible
for many interesting hours spent in the same bondage and stimulation that he
had begun to enjoy at the hands of Mandy since he arrived. He knew, sooner or
later, that this mysterious stranger (well okay, a friend of Mandys) would
depart, and hopefully, things would return to "normal". He thought of his life
before Mandy; the long, lonely years spent alone, the abortive attempts at
dating and the sick feeling he had had when one lover had called him perverted
for wanting her to wear a rubber dress. He realized that despite Mr. Dodd's
intrusion and bizarre bondage performances, he was happier here than he had
ever been alone.  He looked up sheepishly.  "All right," he said, "I'll stay." 
Dodds looked doubtful.  "Will you acknowledge myself and Mandy to be thy lord
and mistress?"  It sounded ominous, like a biblical speech, but Jason nodded.
Dodds persisted.  "And you'll do as we say; suffer any tortures we may put to
you?" This scared Jason a little more, but he realized, too, that Dodds had
never shown any signs of being truly cruel, and although his methods bordered
on the baroque, and his bedside manner was maniacal, he had always seemed to
make sexual pleasure, (or at least stimulation to the point of madness), his
goal. Jason dropped his head in submission. "Yes." he said.
Mr. Dodds smiled a broad smile.  "Fine.  Fine, then it's all settled.
Now we understand each other."  His voice rose to a shout.  "AND FOR BEING SO
IMPERTINENT AS TO QUESTION ME, YOU CAN DAMN WELL REMAIN A WOMAN FOR SEVERAL
MORE HOURS!"  When he finished his tirade, he was still grinning. He pulled out
another rubber mask from the bag on the floor. "I've a better face for you to
wear, my dear," he said, his voice softening suddenly, "this suits my tastes
much better."  After fastening it on, Dodds replaced the fancy wig on Jason's
head, completing the illusion. Like the other, this one had a zip up the back,
and when it was on, he pulled out a hand mirror from the bag and showed "Flora"
her new face. It was as realistic as the other; that is, it really looked like
a woman's face, although this face might have been more at home walking the
streets.
I look like a hooker, thought Jason to himself.  His eyes were surrounded by
bright eye shadow and liner, the lashes were thick with mascara, and his lips
were painted a hot passionate red.  Also, his mouth was no longer obstructed. 
He stuck out his tongue, through the ruby lips, just to see if he could do it.
"Oh, don't worry," chuckled Dodds, "we'll give that tongue something to work on
soon, never fear."  He continued chuckling to himself, apparently thinking this
very amusing, as he strapped onto "Floras" head a simple trainer harness which
had no gag or blindfold.  It circled the head three ways, and had many d-rings
attached, but he couldn't really see the point. Eventually, Mr. Dodds got
around to lowering the dildo rod pinning "Flora" in place, and loostened the
fixtures attaching his boots to the floor.   He neglected to remove the arm
binder, however, which still clamped "Floras" now numb arms behind him.
When "Flora" was more or less free, Dodds led him back to the other room.  Once
again, "Flora" marvelled at the perfect replica of a man that was securely
fastened to the frame in front of him.  Although some small part of him had
finally admitted that this wasn't real, he still thought of himself as a woman,
at least temporarily.

                                    -=*=-

Some time later, "Jason" watched Mr. Dodds return with "Flora". Dodds stood him
in front of her, and began removing the steel thigh boots. Until now, "Jason"
had thought that she had been mistaken earlier, and that they were actually
something more prosaic, such as silver colored leather.  So perfect was their
shape and fit, it seemed unreasonable to expect someone to go to the trouble
and expense of making them from metal, but she soon saw her error.  The
craftsman who made them had been talented indeed.  No wonder Flora had been
walking so stiff-legged! When he had them off, Dodds ordered "Flora" to remove
his dress. Embarrassed, Jason nonetheless did as he was told.  Off came the
pretty maid's uniform.  Mr. Dodds loostened the corset laces until it could be
unhooked, and removed it.  "Flora" heaved a sigh of relief.  He could breathe
again! "Jason" looked on in wonder.  There was no doubting the person in front
of her was a woman, and a damned attractive one at that!  The loss of the dress
revealed a very shapely body, dressed in gleaming black latex stockings, held
up by the garters of a very pretty shimmering pink girdle.  Above it, she had
on a long-line pink rubber brassiere showing off a generous bust.  She also
wore opera length silver latex gloves. Although her makeup was definitely too
heavy for "Jason's" tastes, the overall effect was very attractive, in a sleazy
sort of way.  Flora LIKED sleazy. All of which made her even more confused. 
She was certain now who she was, and that Mr. Dodds had merely confused her-
although she couldn't as  yet explain the amazing transformation her body
seemed to have undergone.  So if she was Flora, who was this woman?  Unless Mr.
Dodds had admitted another person to Mandy's home, or had lied to them about
who was inside the amazing rubber sculpture in the other room, it had to be
Jason.  But how could one explain the beautiful female body in front of her, or
for that matter, her own well-built male frame?
Suddenly she remembered the female face mask that had been on the other's face.
Dodds had apparently changed it, for the other woman now appeared much younger,
with more makeup, although her body remained the same.  "Jason" felt a moment
of jealousy, then a flush of desire. The other woman was certainly attractive
enough. Mr. Dodds allowed them to stare at one another for a moment, then
showed "Flora" an elaborate suspension harness.  He put it on him and in a
minute had it tightly fastened.  He reached up to the winch and pulled down a
cable, snapping its hook to the harness, just above the buttocks. "Flora" felt
more than a little vertigo as the winch hauled him off the ground, head down,
but he was even more dismayed at what happened next. Dodds pulled him along the
travelling track until he was up against "Jason" belly to belly.  A little
adjusting brought "Flora's" tightly rubbered pink bottom into contact with the
dildo poking out and down from "Jason's" harnessed mouth. "Jason" could only
look on in awestruck fascination as she realized what was about to happen.
"Flora", too, was a bit horrified and more than a little turned on as he
dangled upside down, his face just inches from "Jason's" prominent erection. 
Seconds later, he felt Mr.Dodds attaching things to his harness, and shortly he
was pulled in sharply to "Jason's" body and the two were pressed tightly
against each other. There was nothing "Flora" could do except grimace in
embarrassment as Dodds inexorably forced his bottom down over the dildo
attached to "Jasons" face.  When it was deeply seated, Dodds attached several
straps to d-rings on "Floras" torso harness and pulling them tight around
"Jasons" head, fastened them to the frame.  He attached still more straps to
"Floras" head harness, using them to pull the reluctant slave's head down,
finally forcing his mouth over "Jasons" erection.  Quickly, he strapped the
harness around "Jasons" hips to the frame, holding him in that position. With
several more wide leather straps, Dodds fastened "Floras" arms and legs along
side "Jasons", so the two were immovably joined.  Only then did he remove the
winch cable from "Floras" harness. He smiled at the two bodies joined on the
frame, then grabbing one of the x-extensions, he gave it a shove.  Aha!  The
hub at the center was on a ball bearing, and the two joined slaves rotated
around and around, until they were dizzy, and their shifting weight pushed and
pulled things they would have preferred were left alone. Soon, their out of
balance condition told, and they settled down, rocking slightly.  Dodds frowned
and moved to one end of the contraption. After clamping a lead weight to two of
the arms, he gave it another lighter, shove, and watched for a moment.  When it
showed no signs of being out of balance, slowing only a little, he gave it a
bigger shove, then another, and another, making it pick up speed.  It gave no
sign of slowing down any time soon.  He smiled again.
As far as "Flora" (Jason) was concerned, this was just a strange (if mildly
erotic) joy ride, with no real purpose.  His shifting weight forced him up and
down on the dildo, but that was about all he got out of it. He grunted and
groaned with each revolution, and was thankful he wasn't prone to motion
sickness.
After a while, he began to sort of absentmindedly suck and tongue the fat organ
gagging his mouth, and groans of pleasure came from behind and underneath him. 
With a start, he realized what it was he was doing and stopped it, his mind a
confusion of sexual thoughts.  He was fairly confident now in his identity as
Jason, but was still confused as to how he had come to have a woman's body.
Conversely, he was fairly certain that the "man" strapped beneath him had to be
Flora (assuming Dodds had not lied about who was in the rubber abomination next
door), but there too, he couldn't be sure, since his mouth was definitely full
of a man.  That fact in itself repelled him, but there was damn all he could do
about it, and in fact, he was secretly enjoying having a gag in his mouth, even
if it was someone's... he couldn't bring himself to think it. Again, after some
time, his head dizzy with the confusion of who was what, and from the
intermittan pressure on his prostate, he absently began to pull a little on the
prick filling his mouth.  Again, moans sounded from behind him, and the dildo
stuffed in his ass throbbed with the vibrations of... Floras?  mouth.  The
muffled voice could be hers, but... For "Jason" (Flora) on the other hand, it
was quite a pleasurable experience. With each revolution, the mercury-filled
dildo within her quivered and jerked, a unique throbbing sensation that was
rapidly making her crazy. Still fuzzy from the strange brew of drugs Dodds had
given them, Flora didn't really understand the source of her sexual excitement,
and was a amazed at how similar sex as a man felt to her own experiences.
Moreover, the butt plug in her rear rubbed and bumped inside against the dildo,
and worse, "Floras" belly was rubbing against her breasts inside the suit,
although she couldn't recognize these things at the time.  Then, too, "Flora"
had began to pull at her erection, and immediately, she felt an internal
vibration exciting her in a familiar way.  "Flora" stopped for a while, then
started again, and "Jason" realized she was close to coming. She eagerly
awaited to see what it would be like.  When it arrived, she was vaguely
disappointed.  To her surprise, it felt a lot like what she called a vaginal
orgasm, and she shuddered with little internal spasms. She was still wondering
why her skin felt so numb...
While the two slaves rotated in sexual union, Mr. Dodds had trotted off to
check on his other patient, and then gone up to the kitchen for a cup of tea.
When he returned, they had slowed down slightly, so he gave them another push,
just to keep their interest up.  Meanwhile, he made another trip upstairs,
returning with a gallon jug in each hand.  He set them down by the "well" in
the middle of the room, and began searching the cabinets around the room for
something.  He soon found it, or them rather, and sat down to watch his artwork
spin on the wall.  By this time, Flora was groaning and panting with passion,
and although Jason was less noisy, he seemed to be enjoying himself finally. 
Dodds thought back to the first time he had seen what Mandy unimaginatively
called "The Well".  She'd had it constructed shortly after she met Flora. She
had wanted something restrictive that she and Flora could enjoy together, when
she wasn't feeling particularly topish.  Something a little like bondage, and
preferably of rubber. In the end, she had constructed this... a vertical bath,
like a wishing well, eight feet deep and lined with a very large and thick
rubber bag. The bag was sealed to the rim of the well.  The well itself was in
fact, a simple jacuzzi, with water jets in the walls, and the rubber lining
was anchored at the bottom so that it would not be forced out by the water.
The water forced the bag closed, so that the thing could only be entered with a
considerable amount of pressure, and a lot of lubrication.  It was necessary
too, to wear some kind of air mask so that one could breathe. As fate would
have it, Mr. Dodds had chosen to show up just after they had completed it.  He
had shown them an excellent substitute for the KY jelly they had planned to use
in it, too.  Flora and Mandy had enjoyed their first session in it under the
watchful eyes of Mr. Dodds, and he had chosen to let them stay in it for
several hours.  Mandy had originally planned for them to wear  body harnesses
attached to the winch, allowing them to get out.  The winch would have been
activated by a timer.  However, Dodds had talked them out of it saying that it
might not be reliable, and that as long as he was here, he may as well help
out.  Never mind the fact that Mandy's electrical power was backed up by an
automatic generator, or that she had already proven to herself that she could
climb the chain to get out.  She knew he had ulterior motives. Since their own
weight forced them down into the bag, and the generous helping of silicone oil
made their bodies and the rubber ridiculously slippery, they were quite
helpless to get out until he reached in with the winch line to haul them out.
Meanwhile, they had spent several hot and sweaty hours enjoying each other,
their bodies pressed frimly together within the folds of soft yet unrelenting
rubber. Mr. Dodds knew too, that Mandy had used the Well as a punishment (of
sorts) for Flora, putting her rigid chastity belt on her, and letting her
squirm in arousal for hours, unable to satisfy herself. After watching the
rotating pair with satisfaction for several minutes, Mr. Dodds got up and
poured the entire contents of one of the jugs into the well.  The liquid that
came out was thick and clear.  He wanted to be sure they had plenty of
lubrication during their stay. 
After watching them turn amid grunts, groans, and mews of pleasure for some
time, Mr. Dodds finally relented.  "Alright kids, that's enough. Let's cut to
the chase."  He stopped the rotation of the x-frame, and again snapped the
winch cable to "Floras" harness.  When he had him unstrapped and free of
assorted phalluses, he let him hang for a moment while he removed the head
harness, the female face mask and wig, and finally the suspension harness he
had put on him earlier. Then he surprised them both by announcing, in a phony 
melodramatic voice, "Now you must return to reality, as you will see just who
is who... and what." He fumbled at Jason's neck, and pulled a long strip of
pink tape down off his back.  When he had it off, he pulled the uncovered
zipper down as well.  The foam latex peeled open, revealing Jason's real body.
Eventually, he stood nude, dripping sweat and blinking, as the breasts and
sleek lines of a woman fell away.  He realized that deep inside, he was sorry
to become a man again. 
He was glad, however, to be able to feel his own skin again, and he noticed
that his head was more or less clear.  He felt wonderfully alive, despite the
locker room smell he had developed inside the foam rubber suit. Before he had
time to appreciate his newly found joi-de-vie however, Dodds covered his head
with one of the two helmets that he'd dug out of the cabinets.  It felt very
odd on his face, and Dodds made no move to stop him as Jason explored the
surface of the new helmet with his hands. It was made of thin black latex with
a zipper up the back. Moreover, it was fitted inside with a surgical style
oxygen mask, the hose running out the front of the mask. When it was zipped up
the back, it fit quite tightly, and the skirt of the oxygen mask sealed tightly
around his mouth and nose.
For a moment, it became difficult to breathe, and he panicked, thinking that
Dodds had forgotten something, but then he heard the soft rattle of the
compressor, and cool air flooded into his lungs. Flora looked on in amazement
at the removal of Jason's female face and suit, as she was still fuzzy-headed
from the drugs, and wasn't quite sure what was going on.  It was becoming
apparent, however, that this had not been a dream at all, but a particularly
clever dupe on the part of Mr. Dodds. Right then and there, she decided she
loved the nutty old coot, and
she could see how Mandy too, as dominant as she was, could submit herself to
him. In no time at all, Jason was standing naked on the tiles, and Mr. Dodds
was already putting one of the breathing hoods on Jason's head.  Flora waited
impatiently to be let down.  Her arms had begun to ache a little at being held
tightly in position so long.  She watched as Jason's masked head was tethered
by a hose to the compressor, and having spent many hours in the well by
herself, she hoped Dodds would put them both in at the same time. 
Dodds affixed the other end of the long hose to the compressor sitting against
the wall, thought a moment, and wheeled it over to the well. He let Jason stand
there while he took Flora down in the same manner, removed her helmet, body
harness and suit, and as a result, various long, thick objects from her body,
much to her dismay. He put the other breathing helmet on her.  All was quiet
for a few moments, Flora hearing only the quiet hiss of air into her mask. Then
she felt a leather harness being strapped onto her body, one considerably less
complicated than the previous one.  And, as she had feared, Mandy must have
told Dodds about her punishment, for she felt a pair of "pancake" mitts being
strapped onto her hands.  These mittens were made of stiff leather, and held
the fingers and hands flat, preventing them from grasping or feeling anything.
Then a pair of strong hands began oiling her body with something warm, thick,
and very slippery.  The hands lingered at her breasts and crotch, and she
leaned into the groping fingers, hoping for a treat, a little something extra,
but they passed on. After waiting several more minutes, she found herself being
hoisted into the air, bumping gently against Jason's body.  She rejoiced,
knowing what was to come. Jason too, got the harness put back on him after his
woman-suit was removed, but he also got something else.  He jerked and tried to
refuse the groping hands, but there was nothing he could do after an annoyed
Dodds manacled his wrists behind his back.  The strong hands fastened something
tight, that felt like leather, around his cock and balls. Something else, that
felt like cuffs, were strapped just below his knees.  He felt a gentle pull on
his scrotum, and when the fumbling stopped, the "something", some kind of
little harness apparently, was still there, constricting his cock and
stretching his sack out almost unbearably. He felt himself getting very hard,
and the sense of constriction and stretching became even tighter. Then he too,
received the hot oil treatment, and squirmed helplessly as the unseen hands
stroked his now rock-hard member.  Soon he felt his feet leaving the floor, and
his greasy body bumping and sliding against Flora's. 
Mr. Dodds wiped his hands on a rag, and with a few shoves and tugs, he
traversed the winch until Flora and Jason were directly over the well. Pressing
the controls again, he lowered them until their feet began forcing their way
into the tight rubber lining of the well... 

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 15 -

Jason squirmed, and felt Flora squirming against him, as their feet touched
something soft, slimy, and at first, cold.  It quickly warmed to their body
temperature though, as it slipped up their legs to their thighs.  Whatever it
was, it pressed firmly against their oiled bodies, squeezing them together. 
Jason assumed that this was the well that he had glimpsed in the center of the
room.  As it enveloped them further, passing their thighs and hips, Jason
imagined the two of them being sucked into an enormous vagina.
Soon, the squishy warmth had swallowed them up to their necks and for a
moment, Jason fought panic, unwilling to have his head consumed as well. But
reason prevailed, and he told himself that the air hissing into the
tight-fitting helmet must be coming from a compressor of some kind. His air
supply was safe.
With a slight lurch, the two of them slid all the way into the tight, slippery
well, the warm rubber walls pressing them closely together. Then a new
sensation presented itself.  The walls began to move, with slow, strong
undulations.  Outside, Mr. Dodds had turned on the water jets of the jaccuzi,
and the rotating streams pulsed against the pair inside.
Jason smiled inside his helmet, revelling in the sensations of Flora's slippery
breasts and belly pressed against his, the rubber walls squeezing their tired
bodies in a soft yet insistent massage.  It wasn't long before he was frowning
however, as he came to understand his predicament.  With his hands bound behind
him, there was very little he could do to enjoy their situation, and he soon
discovered that Flora was in a similar fix when he felt her rigid mittens
groping about his body.
It felt nice to have her caress him, but the mittens were scratchy and hard,
and did not feel particularly sensual.  Flora could not grasp him, nor could he
hold her, and he was soon near to screaming with frustration, his erect cock
slithering helplessly against her belly. 
Dodds wins another round, he thought.
But after a few minutes of frustrated groping, he felt Flora's leather mittens
curl around his neck and shoulders, while her long legs drew up along his hips,
and slithered around his waist.  It looked like Flora was more experienced at
this sort of thing than he.  It also looked like he might get some satisfaction
after all.

                                    -=*=-

Flora too, was having difficulties, even though she had been in the Well
before, with her hands bound to frustrate any attempt to relieve herself. The
years of restrictive rubber clothes and fetishistic bondage had accustomed her
to this kind of confinement, but she wasn't yet jaded, she still couldn't help
becoming aroused.  She fumbled at her breasts and Jason's crotch with her
mittened hands, until an advantage of their situation struck her.
She maneuvered herself so that she was once again pressed belly-to-belly
against Jason, his firm erection pressing deliciously into her belly-button. 
Then she clumsily grasped him around the neck, and drew her legs up, so that
she was more or less in a sitting position at his waist. This was less easy
than it sounds, for while they were both slippery as eels from the silicone,
they were still crushed together by the pressure of the water behind the rubber
surrounding them.
As she locked her legs around him, he finally got the idea, and they squirmed
together a bit, until at last, he slid inside her. 

                                   -=*=-

Jason's first orgasm had been explosive, and judging from the little
after-spasms that gripped his cock, Flora had enjoyed it too.  After an
indeterminate period of rest, during which they squirmed against and around
each other to stay comfortable, they made love again.  This time they were more
relaxed, with less of the sense of urgency they had felt the first time.  They
slithered against each other in a slow, languorous rhythm, savoring the
slippery sensations of each others' body, and of the rubber that pressed in
around them. It's like making love in a mother's womb, thought Jason. His
second ejaculation seemed to take minutes, as his muscles relentlessly wrung
every remaining drop of semen from his loins.  They relaxed again, their bodies
softening into each other until they might have been one flesh.

                                    -=*=-

Jason started suddenly.  He realized he had been dozing!  He found it hard to
believe that he could have fallen asleep in their present situation, but then,
he was sooo tired.  He felt now what had awakened him.  Flora was sliding past
him.  At first he thought that he might be slipping further down into the well,
but his feet were already wedged firmly against the bottom of the rubber bag. 
It occurred to him that Flora was being pulled out.  After a long wait Jason
too, felt the tug
of his body harness, and he slithered his way out of the warm grasp of the
latex womb.
God, thought Jason as his head and shoulders came free, it's like being born
again!
After a moment, he felt ground beneath him, his feet coming to rest on a towel.
 After a little fumbling, the helmet came off his head, and to his surprise, he
found that it was Flora removing it.
"Flora!  How," he started to ask, but Flora had already silenced him with a
ferocious kiss.  "Yum," he finished, grinning. 
"That felt wonderful!"  Flora exclaimed, "I feel like I could sleep for a
hundred years!  Here, let me get those cuffs off you."  She struggled with the
cuffs a moment, both of them still slippery with oil. 
"Yeah, it was kind of fun, wasn't it?" answered Jason, "but um, WHERE
is Mr. Dodds?"
"That's the weird part!  When I got out, he sat me in that chair, freed my
hands, and by the time I thought to take off my helmet, he was gone! He likes
doing that, though he likes to make dramatic entrances and exits. What bothers
me though, is how he got past Charlemagne and Attila."
"Who?  Oh, Mandy's dogs.  Hmm.  He wouldn't have, um... he wouldn't..."
he didn't finish, because Flora's eyes grew wide, and she dashed from the room,
barely managing to keep her footing on the slick tile.  "Hey wait! shouted
Jason, "he could still be around..."
He struggled with the cuffs for a while, which Flora hadn't managed to remove,
then sat down in resignation when he realized he couldn't get them off.  He
wasn't about to go running through the house naked, no matter how well he knew
the owners.  Besides, his feet were still more or less oily, and he didn't
fancy negotiating all that tile without the use of his arms for balance.
Flora returned in a few minutes, puffing, with a puzzled expression on her
face.  "S'odd," she said, "'Tilla and Charley are outside, chasing the birds as
if nothing's happened.  Healthy as horses."  She began fumbling with Jason's
cuffs again.  Finally, she wiped her hands on another towel, and gripping the
leather through the towel, managed to unbuckle the stiff straps.
"So how did he get in?" Jason asked, wiping silicone from his body with an
already saturated towel.  "And how the hell am I going to get clean?" he added
to himself.
Flora looked thoughtful as she dug another towel out of the cupboard. I don't
know...maybe he drugged them.  I know for certain he used drugs on me... I
still feel a little funny around the edges.  Not bad funny, just sort of
fuzzy... you know?"
"Yah.  Hey, what about Mandy?"  Both their eyes grew wide, and they managed to
jamb themselves in the doorway like two Keystone Kops, in their haste to get
into the adjoining room.  What they found was not exactly comforting.  The
tilt-table sat unmoving, the respirator equipment, silent.  A strange-looking
hollow mold of Mandy's body lay upside down on the floor next to the table, the
table itself being
bare, with an outline where the mold had been cut free.  Jason walked over and
examined it.  The suit Mandy had been made to wear was still inside, molded
into the rubber.  The tape sealing the back zipper had been cut, and the suit
simply zipped open, since her back hadn't been covered with the rubber.
There was no sign of Mandy in the room.
Jason looked worried.  "Oh..."
"...shit," finished Flora.  She looked even more worried than Jason. The two of
them went up the stairs, two at a time, and started searching the first floor. 
It rapidly became apparent she was not there. "Mandy?" called Flora, "MANDY!" 
she was beginning to sound frantic.
"Hey, hey, easy," soothed Jason, maybe she's asleep upstairs."  He sounded more
calm than he felt, or at least hoped he did.  "Let's finish looking around
before we go panicking, okay?"
Ignoring the elevator in favor of the sweeping staircase for speed, they took
to the second floor.  In the hallway, they found a note, pinned to Mandy's door
by a deer-footed dagger.
"Jesus!" said Jason, wide-eyed.  Flora yanked the note free as they swept in to
Mandy's room. Mandy was in her bed, apparently asleep.  They stood transfixed
for a moment, until they saw that she was breathing.  Jason looked at Flora
with relief.  She was staring at the note.  An amused look of wonderment was
stealing across her face.  At Jason's puzzled expression, she held her finger
to her lips, and beckoned him to follow her.  When they were standing in the
hall, she closed the door softly, shaking her head slowly.  She held up the
note for Jason to read.
"Let Her Sleep. That's An Order. Dodds."
Jason looked back at Flora, amazement on his face.  While he rocked the tip of
the dagger out of the door, he stage-whispered to Flora, "I can't believe the
balls on this guy!  That cheeky, arrogant, supercilious son of a-" Jason
shushed as Flora held a finger to his lips.
"Seriously though," he continued, more calmly, "do you think she's alright?"
"I think she's alright.  Dodds has been here before you know.  For goodness
sake, I _belonged_ to him, before I met Mandy.  He may be weird, but he'd never
hurt one of us, and in his own way... he's wonderful."
She sighed, then snickered quietly.  As they walked quietly away from Mandy's
door, she added, "Although Mandy may kill him when she sees that scratch in her
precious mahogany door."
For some reason, this struck them as insanely funny, and they smothered their
giggles as they stumbled into Jason's room.  Jason was giddy with fatigue
poisons, and fell laughing, onto the bed.
"Ohh, god!" he said softly, "a nice, soft bed, that doesn't move..."
"I'm hungry," announced Flora abruptly, "let's go have breakfast. I'm always
starved after sex."
Jason stared at her as if she had just invited him to a Moral Majority rally. 
"Are you nuts?" he asked, not moving, "I'm not going anywhere. I just wanna
sleep... so tired." He ended with mumbling.
"Alright love," Flora soothed, "you just lie there and rest. Flora's going to
make everything all right.  There, there, sleepy head."  She pulled the covers
over him as she spoke, tucking him in like a child, cooing all the while.  He
was asleep before she turned out the lights.

                                   -=*=-

Jason awoke in bed, once again between soft, warm sheets.  To his amazement,
they were soft flannel sheets, not rubber.  He lay still a moment while his
head finished waking up, listening to the tiny sounds made by the house as it
settled on it's foundations, by the wind outside, and by his own breathing.
He had no idea what time it was, or even what day.  He glanced around the room,
looking for a clock, but found none.  Only then did he realize that his room
had no window.  It hadn't occurred to him before now how unusual it was to find
a bedroom without a window.  But then, he told himself, some of Mandy's
activities are a little strange - perhaps she had them bricked up for privacy.
Mandy!  He suddenly remembered the events of the past few days and  the
predicament they had been left in, especially Mandy.  When he had last seen
her, she had been imprisoned in a diabolical vibrating rubber bodysuit, and
embedded beneath more layers of rubber, on a tilting table...  Mr. Dodds!  Was
he still about? He felt panicky for a moment.
He couldn't remember the last several hours.
Then it came back to him.  Flora's release, then his, their discovery of Mandy
safely sleeping in her room...
Well, I'm awake now, he thought.  Might as well check on Mandy.  He swung out
of bed and padded carefully  to the door, where he stopped again, in
wonderment.  He fingered his pajamas.  He hadn't been wearing pajamas.  And
these were cotton!  What was going on?  If Flora had dressed him without waking
him, he really had been exhausted!
He eased the door open and listened.  Nothing.  Then a door thumped, very
close. He froze, listening to footsteps in the hall - they sounded like women's
heels.  He peered out and saw Flora carrying a tray, walking away down the
hall.  At least, it LOOKED like Flora.
She at least, was dressed normally.  Normal that is, for this household. She
wore a black and white French maid's uniform that looked suspiciously like
latex, and skyscraper-heeled pumps of very shiny black patent leather.  He
watched her delicious legs recede down the staircase, then glanced across the
hall, and stepped quickly to the opposite door.
No sound came from inside.
"Mandy!" he hissed, not wanting to alert Flora.  Nothing. He tapped the door,
very softly.  Nothing.  He opened the door as quietly as he could.  When he had
the door almost all the way open, he saw Mandy, lying asleep on the bed amid
still more ordinary cotton bedclothes - odd!  A tray with a pitcher of water
and a glass on it sat on the bedside table.
When a soft voice said, "Shh!  Don't wake her!" behind him, he nearly jumped
out of his skin!  He whirled to see Flora standing, her shoes held in her hand,
behind him.  She reached past him to shut the door quietly before she began her
tirade.  "Now just what do you think you're doing out of bed?" she hissed.
Jason opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted.  "You should be resting,
you've had a very tough night!  Now you get back in there and lie down while I
get your breakfast ready.  It hasn't been but a few hours, and already you're
panting at her door like a rutting bull!"
Jason opened his mouth to protest that he'd only wanted to check on her, to see
how she was doing, but Flora stuffed the shiny toe of one stilleto-heeled shoe
in his mouth, stifling him.
"You're supposed to be recovering from yesterday's session," she continued,
herding him toward his room, "and here you're up and roaming around the house!"
Jason looked sheepish at her school-marmish tone, and removed the shoe from his
mouth.  She took hold of his ear and dragged him, like an errant schoolboy, to
his bedroom.
"But WHAT the hell is going on around here?" managed Jason after the door was
closed.  "I thought you and Mandy were nuts about rubber, even more than I am,
and here I wake up in pajamas and sheets, no sign of that imperious ass Dodds
around, and the maid running the household!"
He grinned at her, as he waited for her answer.
She smiled in return for just a moment, destroying the firm matronly look she
had been attempting, then looked worried.  She sat on the edge of the bed,
patting the comforter next to her, indicating where he could sit.  "You
shouldn't be so hard on Dodds, love, he's really very good to us.  And don't
tell me you didn't enjoy what we did yesterday."
She blushed as she said this, and looked down as she continued. "Anyway, Mandy
is pretty drained from the whole thing, and she needs a lot of rest.  I've
looked around the grounds, and Dodds really has left, I think.  He left a note
in the kitchen with some suggestions for her care.  He really loves her, you
know, in his own way.  I think he even took a liking to you, and I didn't know
he went for boys."
It was Jason's turn to blush.  
She continued on. "That's why you woke up in regular bedclothes.  Mr. D
reminded us that it's possible to overdo it - get "burned out" is how he put
it, he said we should all give it a rest."
Jason stared pointedly at the generous cleavage showing over neckline of her
tight rubber bodice.  "So how," he asked, "do you explain YOUR outfit?"
She looked down, smiling guiltily.  "Would you believe... I couldn't help
myself?  Besides, I thought it would help Mandy recover."  Her eyes took on a
serious look again.  "You know, she's so worn out by what... well, what was
done to her, that she's quite uninterested in me.  I mean, I used to at least
get a pat on the rump even when she wasn't interested, but... but, now..."  She
seemed close to tears.
Jason pulled her to him, hugged her and murmured in her ear.  "It's alright
dear, she'll get better.  She's just worn out, like you said, that's all."  
But privately, he wondered, would she recover?  Oh sure, her body was probably
just fine, aside from a little fatigue, but what about her mind?  Was she still
sane?  He thought back to her "torture" at Dodds' hands.
The faintly floral smell of Flora's hair brought him back to the present. 
Flora sighed softly into his shoulder as he rubbed her neck and shoulder
muscles.  She melted against him, and he slipped one hand down, and around. 
Cautiously, he caressed her chest where one erect nipple pressed out through
the latex.  She "mm-hmmed" her approval, pulled her head up and kissed him
fiercely, then pulled away slightly. 
"Love," she said, looking slightly feral in the angled light of the bedside
lamps, "do you know what I want to do?" 
His eyes grew wide, and he shook his head innocently.
She grabbed his crotch and squeezed.  "I. Want. To. Fuck!"  Jason was slightly
shocked.  He had never heard her swear before.  She pushed him over onto his
back.  Jason laughed and rolled over onto her, pinning her wrists.  "What are
you, insatiable?  Am I supposed to believe that you didn't get enough out of
yesterday's fun and games?"
"Weelll," she stalled, looking mischievous.
"Alright," he continued, "do you know what I'm going to do to you?"
She batted her eyelashes up at him innocently.  "I'm... uh..." he looked
stricken suddenly.  "Of all the times... I guess I'm going to go to the
bathroom."  He shrugged helplessly.
Flora gave him a look of mock fury.  "OOhh!  How could you!" she said as he
climbed off her and headed for the bathroom, "You wind me up and then desert
me?!  I'll show you!" she called after his retreating back. When Jason
returned, Flora had disappeared.  He stood in the doorway of the bathroom,
staring at the empty bed.  "Why, that fickle little wench," he muttered to
himself.  He headed toward the nightstand for his slippers...
...and got a big surprise.
For the second time in 36 hours, something soft and dark was suddenly pulled
down over Jason's head, and when he dropped his slippers, one wrist and then
the other were clicked into a pair of handcuffs.  He was mad enough to kick
out, but his kick was ineffective, and left him precariously off balance.  He
heard, muffled through the bag or hood, Flora giggle behind him, as she pulled
him backwards, keeping him off-balance.  He felt himself falling helplessly,
disoriented, his body
tensing for the impact.  Flora caught him by the shoulders, providing a
reference point for his reeling senses.  She lowered him gently to the floor. 
In a panic, he struggled to get to his feet, legs flailing wildly, for all the
good it did him.  Flora ignored his faint bellows of rage, and shortly had his
ankles trussed as well.
After he realized that there was no way he could stand without help, and that
nothing else was happening to him yet, he calmed down somewhat, then fell
completely silent when he thought of Mandy sleeping in the room across the
hall.  He didn't want to find out what she might do to him in his present
situation. Especially when wakened from a sound sleep, he added to himself. 
And with her state of mind quite unknown, he added again.
He listened to Flora bustling about the room, heard the door being locked,
heard the unmistakable rustle of rubber clothing.  It makes enough noise, he
thought.  Is it something large and loose-fitting, or something tight that she
has trouble putting on?
Shortly thereafter, his ankles were untied, but almost at the same moment, a
warm hand gripped his balls gently, and Flora's voice said, "Now be good lover,
and do what I say- you'll like this, I promise."
He hadn't much choice as she led him carefully to the bed, laying him back upon
cool sheets.  COLD sheets!  They warmed quickly to his skin, and he realized
that she had changed the flannel for latex sheets, the cool material sticking
just slightly to his still-damp skin.
He relaxed now, knowing that all Flora had in mind was more fun, although he
was a little disappointed that she hadn't let him have the upper hand.  She was
tying his ankles, then his wrists to the bed posts, with something soft but
strong and unyielding.  When she was done, she removed his hoodwink.  He
gasped.
"Do you like it?" she inquired, doing slow pirouettes for him around the
bedside.
"Like it?" he breathed, "it's... extraordinary!", and any objections he might
have had to being tied up evaporated in a haze of lust.  She had removed the
skimpy maid's outfit and donned an amazing body-shaper, obviously made from
very thick black rubber.  As she turned before him, he was treated to a full
view of it's effect on her.  It was a corselet essentially, yet it had short
legs as well.  The rear was cut out, the tight fit causing her buttocks to
protrude perkily.  The waist was made very tight, and acted as a mild corset,
emphasizing the size of her hips and chest.  The chest had cut-outs too, around
each breast, but the holes must have been slightly small, as each tit stood out
strangely taught and firm, literally looking like small melons.
As he watched, fascinated, she picked up a large bottle and spread a thick oil
over herself and the latex as she walked slowly and sinuously to the bedside. 
"I decided to try out the dominant side of life," she said smiling, "you don't
mind, do you?"
"Well, no, but..." stammered Jason, looking bemused at his bindings. "Oh, and I
used your ties for um, ties.  I hope you don't mind that either."
"Er, Flora," said Jason looking wryly up at her, "I don't think you're supposed
to ask a slave if he minds or not- it doesn't make you a very convincing
dominatrix."
"That's okay," she replied brightly, "I don't really want to be a convincing 
dominatrix."  She had started pouring the oil on his belly, spreading it
around, and down onto his legs.  It was very warm, almost hot.
"You look terrif!" commented Jason, "That's a hell of a... a... whatever it is,
it looks great!"
"It's new.  You're the first person to see me in it.  Not even Mandy knows
about it yet- I bought it myself."  The oil trickled down his sides, ran under
his back, began spreading around his ass.  She climbed onto the bed.
"I just love hot oil massages, don't you?" she asked.
"If I could get my arms free, I'd show you how much I love it," he growled
back.  She smiled, slid one leg over so that she straddled him, smoothing the
warm oil over his entire body, and massaging the muscles of his arms, his
chest.  Her oil-slicked rubber-covered torso gleamed like polished ebony, every
movement she made rippling the clinging material.
He panted like a lion when she rubbed oiled hands over his cock and balls. "You
make me so hot," she purred, moving down his legs.
Jason snorted.  "I'm making YOU hot!  Love, if you're not careful, I'm going to
come just from looking at you!  I'M the one getting hot!"
"Ah, but I'm not even started yet," she replied, mischief in her eye. She
slithered off the bed.  The latex sheets and Jason's body were now completely
covered in oil.  Flora walked out of his sight for a moment, then returned
carrying an odd collection of straps and two large dildos. As she climbed onto
the bed, he got a better look at it.  It was a head harness- he had enough
experience now to recognize that much.  The two singularly realistic organs
protruded from the front of the mouth-piece.
This wench is kinkier than I am, thought Jason.  His mouth was suddenly very
dry.
Flora smiled at him as he licked his lips.  "Perhaps I should give you a taste
before I put this on you," she said.
She clambered around on top of him, facing his feet, and planted her fragrant
crotch on his face, her latex-covered calves gripping his head. Jason licked
and sucked eagerly as he felt her warm, greasy hands fondling and stroking his
now very hard erection.  After only a few moments though, she pulled away and
turned around.
Despite the oil and Jason's hairless head, she managed to get the head- harness
on him in short order.  It didn't hurt that he gave her essentially no
resistance.  This was not shaping up to be an unpleasant experience, and he was
eager to see it to it's conclusion.  Whe she was done, he found a soft bladder
in his mouth, which filled his cheeks with rubber when she pumped it up with a
hand bulb.  His vision was filled by two prodigious prongs sprouting from his
mouth and chin.
"There," remarked Flora, "every girls dream- a man with two cocks who doesn't
talk."
She giggled again, climbing around the slippery bed until she had positioned
herself over his face, again facing his feet.  She treated him to an excellent
view of her oily fingers probing her ass and vagina.
Jason was so turned on by this display that he thought he would orgasm from
sheer tension!
She looked over her shoulder.  "Ready?" she asked, and without waiting for a
response, which would have been impossible anyway, carefully lowered herself
onto the dildos.  As she guided each one into place, she moaned and shivered a
little, shaking drops of oil onto Jason's face. With a panty's-eye-view, Jason
watched in fascination as her front and rear passages stretched wide to
accommodate the thick rods.  His view became dim as she settled all the way
down, and he had to struggle to get any air into his nose, as it buried itself
between her cheeks.
For a moment, she just sat there, rocking a little, then she leaned slowly
forward and planted her lips on his throbbing penis.  Jason shouted into his
gag and Flora groaned as the vibrations shook the dildos slightly.  As she
stroked him, she rocked back and forth, the artificial phalluses thrusting in
and out inches before Jason's wildly staring eyes.
In moments, Flora began to grunt and hum loudly around Jason's cock, and as she
accelerated her thrusts against his face, they came, within seconds of each
other, in one long, shattering climax.

Adventures In Rubber
Chapter 16 -

Mandy wasn't quite herself today.
As a matter of fact, she wasn't anyone in particular.  In her present
condition, she would have been hard-pressed to remember her name, let
alone her actual identity.  She was in a state between ecstasy and
insanity, balanced on the edge.  As the sculpture holding her prisoner
tilted back and forth, her body reacted helplessly to the slithering
stimulation from the little warts and not-so-little dildo built into
the suit.  Occasionally, the vibrations in her breasts and crotch
would
come alive, apparently at random, intensifying the sensations beyond
belief.
They never lasted long enough for her sensitive breasts or clitoris
to
become numb.  Every time, they shut off after what felt like a few
minutes.  Periodically, she felt the water rushing into her ass, and
the
pressure would swell in her belly, exaggerating the apparent size of
the
dildo as she slid down onto it.

At first, she had thought she might at least keep her presence of
mind
by counting orgasms.  She knew that she had never before had more than
four or five in a row.  The tactic had failed, for she had lost count
somewhere around twenty, and since then had alternated between a
mindless
state of wanton lust and shuddering release.  Her satiation was always
short-lived, however, as the insidious drug that Mr. Dodds had given
her
turned her bloodstream into a maelstrom of churning hormones, trapping
her body in a vicious cycle of desire.
Every few minutes, her head would clear slightly, and she would
succumb
to the intense vibrations and slippery caresses of her prison.  Then,
after a few minutes, (and perhaps an orgasm or two), she would
experience
a soft buzzing in her head and extremities, and a fuzzy feeling would
envelope her, relieving the insistent stimulation of the aphrodesiac,
allowing her to relax for a few precious moments.
Then the cycle would renew...
This went on for a while- hours? days?  She had no way of knowing,
and
half the time she was too distracted to think about the passage of
time,
being out of her skull with sexual spending and exertions.  After a
while, all personal thoughts of herself, her life and her loves, left
her.  She became a single, living sexual organ, having only a simple,
mindless awareness of stimulation and release.
Eventually, after what seemed a lifetime of ecstasy, she perceived a
subtle change, the fuzzy feeling overtook her, and as she slowly gave
up consciousness, she realized dreamily that the rocking motions had
finally stopped.
                                   -=*=-


Mandy awoke in silent darkness.  Gradually, she became aware of her
surroundings.
Her world was no longer one of motion and unending sexual stimulation.
Rather, she felt warm, relaxed, and at peace even though, as she
became
more aware, she perceived a vague ache throughout most of her body.
With an effort, she rolled onto her side, delighted that she could
move
at all.  Red shapes, symbols, swam into view.  She stared at them for
some time before they made sense.  The red digits of her bedside clock
changed from 6:27 to 6:28.  She could see!  Suddenly, the days'
previous
events came back to her.  She was no longer imprisoned within the
rubber
cocoon, nor being made love to by mindless sexual appliances.  She
remembered now.  She had been crazy, out of her mind with lust.   It
hadn't been a dream, had it?  The ache in her crotch and in her
abdomen
put the lie to that theory.

Dodds.  She remembered Dodds coming to the house.  He had done
something
to her dogs.  She felt a pang of worry that faded quickly.  He
wouldn't
have done anything to harm them, she knew.

"He likes animals," she heard someone say.  The sound of her voice
startled her.  She had been thinking aloud.  She remembered that he
owned
two gigantic Scottish Deerhounds.

She made to get up, to check on Charlemagne and Attila, but when she
sat
upright, her head spun, and she fell back onto her pillow, exhausted.
God, I'm worn out, she thought.  I'll just lie here a moment, gather
my
strength...

                                   -=*=-


When Mandy next woke up, there was daylight streaming in the window.
She had to be in her own bed - hers was the only bedroom in the house
with a window.  She was facing her other bedside table now.  There was
a
vase on the table with a single yellow rose bud in it.  Propped
against
the vase was a card.  She reached for it.


"Dearest Mandy,

You know how I hate good-byes.  I have
come to believe that my unexpected appearance has
jeopardized the budding relationship between you
and Jason, so I am taking my leave early.  I am
glad to see that you have finally acknowledged
men as humans beings again.  I hope you found my
short stay entertaining, and I look forward to our
next meeting.  Give my regards to Flora and Jason.

And from one Master to another,
`Stay curious, stay hungry.'
Dodds."



Despite herself, Mandy felt her eyes moisten.  Once again, Dodds
has proved himself to be a gentleman, however perverted, she thought.
He still puts me on a pedestal in his own way.  He may be a brute
sometimes, and he may be a swaggering ass at others, but he still
loves
me.  And I'm still the best slave he's ever had.  Ah, crap.  I must be
exhausted if I'm getting this maudlin.
She started as the door opened.  Flora's head appeared around the
edge of
the door.

"Knock-knock?" she asked.
"Flora.  Hi," Mandy said weakly, surreptitiously wiping away a tear.
"Come on in, love."
Flora minced into the room on 6" heels, the patent leather pumps
showing
off her calves nicely.  She carried a heavily-laden breakfast tray,
and
she wore the perfect outfit for her self-appointed role.  Her classic
and
saucy French maid's uniform was made entirely from black latex, with
several fluffy white petticoats of very thin rubber underneath.  She
wore
shiny elbow-length opera gloves, and had on full length stockings in
the
same glossy black material, the hems and her garters peeking out from
under the skirt.  The dress was trimmed at the neck and
puff-shouldered
sleeves with white lace, and a white lace doily graced her waistband.
She even had a pert little maid's cap on her head.
"Who says you can't get good help these days?" croaked Mandy, sitting
up with a wry grin.
"You do, usually.  You must really be out of it, hon," replied Flora.
"I feel like the floor of a taxi cab," Mandy answered, "what's for
breakfast?"
"Something a little lighter than your usual- I thought you might want to
take it easy this morning.  You've got tea and juice, melon, yogurt,
and... Ta-dah!  Blueberry muffins.  Butter's under here."
"You are something, aren't you?" said Mandy, "I knew I kept you around for
something."  She stretched and winced.  "Jeee-zus!  I'm not going to have sex
for a month!  I ache all over."
"Oh!" Flora added, "there're two aspirins under the saucer there.
Um.
I hope you're not serious about... what you just said."  No French
maid
ever looked as demure as Flora managed to look just then.
Mandy glanced up from her tray, and around a mouthful of muffin said,
"Sure.  Why not?  We're both oversexed anyway.  If I have to pay
penance,
why shouldn't you?   And don't look at me that way!"
Flora pouted harder.
Mandy grinned a little.  "Well, we'll see.  Maybe you'll get some
action
out of Jason.  I have a feeling you may have to fight him off with
more
than a feather duster, if he sees you in that outfit. "

Flora blushed.  "He... he won't be giving me any trouble," she said.
"Huh."  Mandy gave her a searching stare for a second, then relented.
"I think, just this once, that I won't ask..."  Flora brightened
visibly
as Mandy continued, "..but I want a promise from you."
"Anything, love- just ask!" replied Flora.
Mandy wore a slightly amused, thoughtful expression.  "After today,
the
two of you only have sex if I'm watching."

Flora gulped, looking serious again.  "Yes, ma'am," she answered in a
tiny voice.  She took Mandy's tray when she motioned that she was
finished with it.
Mandy stretched and sighed.  "Honey, that was really good.  But I
think... *yawn*... I think I'm going to sleep some more.  Go have fun."
Flora watched Mandy roll over and wriggle into the covers, concern
for
her mistress wrinkling her forehead.  She waited until Mandy's
breathing
was slow and even, then crept quietly from the room, carrying the tray.

THE END    :)

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