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...
