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.
