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.
