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.....
