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."
