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Chapter Rubber Night

Jim

I was again cleaned and shaved by the nurse and returned to wait with my nose chained and standing in the middle of the kennel area. Amanda came in and removed the cock cage. This was replaced by two metal bands, one at the base of my balls and cock and the second around the base of my cock only. A butt plug went in and some wiring was connected between the two. She picked up the remote that would be my master for the evening and gave me a demonstration. Her control was total.

She directed me through the door and the butler greeted me with his cool, proper reserve and stated that the evening was ‘rubber night.' I got into full body suit that was skintight and took a long time to put on and fasten. Over it went a second layer, and I learned later of the possibilities of inflation. Mine was all black with maroon accents and piping

I was directed to the drawing room where only Amanda was present. She towered in a rubber tulip dress in red. The rubber clung to her shapely body and with her heels and up swept up hair she seemed a mile high. I guess it was the hair that made me look closely and it became evident that some of the great hair and makeup stylists that had come to support the stars had given much time to her appearance. She was ravishing, and untouchable, a true goddess.

Not knowing what to say to a goddess, I asked the question that had begun to bother me, “Where are we? This is such a prefect spot.”

She explained we were at a private home in Palm Springs. It had been built in the fifties by the Westovers including the private golf course all surrounded by a wall. It was not the first time it had been loaned by the owners for a special event. She went on to explain the room now in use by Ruth was one that JFK had spent some time alone with Marilyn. Nobody believed that they just played cards.

Ruth

At last one of the special outfits was waiting when I got back to the room. I went through three fittings so that the yellow rubber outfit would be perfect. My stylist might have had a thing for rubber as she could hardly keep her hands off of me and seemed to drink in the smell as she completed my hair and makeup. In the mirror you could see my sex and ass and I felt like a total rubber slut as I headed for dinner, a sex machine ready to tantalize any man.

Jim

The others came in about then and I was enjoying what rubber, in fantasy use, can do for a women. They were each in a different color and style. Ruth was in yellow with tights that seem to grow out of her high heels. She had a very short skirt that let you see her sex and bottom through the translucent yellow. It was a corset waist and very form fitting at the chest, the words ‘painted on' were the only description that came to mind. Tess was in a bright blue dress of simple design but eye popping for its simplicity and ability to show off her curves. Jane was the devil in a red jump suit. Beth was in a green dress that seemed to match her green eyes and make them look about four times bigger than they really are.

It was a nice time. I learned that the girls had also had a chance to drive ponies but they had stallions that were given similar treatment to the twins. Jane and I had a long chat over dinner and you would never guess her underlying drives from her conversation. She was widely read, knew several sports including a great deal about sailing. We were really getting into each other and perhaps ignoring the others but they seemed to have lots to talk about without us. Amanda was describing some of her better sessions with rubber slaves.

Jane finally worked around too, “Can you forgive me for my needs?” I was surprised at her need for acceptance. But after thinking about how long it had taken me to accept my libido without feeling like I was a deviant I understood her need. I took a long time to explain the process that I had gone through and my acceptance and leading to full enjoyment and finally celebration of my real self. It is hard being in a closet for any aspect of your life.

During dinner I was also next to Tess. I got up the nerve to ask her about her piercing. She told me it was many years old and had been done as kind of a dare with a girl friend of hers. It felt good during sex and her partners had been captivated, some to the point of ignoring her. I told her that would seem to be impossible to me given her other assets. She also stated that she had occasional piercing fantasies and dreams of having her piercing used for bondage. She had never tired this for fear of tearing an essential part of herself.

After dinner Amanda led us back to a room featuring a table where many small items were displayed, most were of metal. She approached me with a hose and inflated several sections of my suit. I was suddenly unable to move my arms and a collar built up and rigidly held my head.

She had each of the girls step into a pair of nickers and these were inflated so that they had no access to their sex. It was right about then that I began to recognize the small items on the table and the effect was instantaneous. The reaction of the girls let me know that comprehension was dawning on them as well. The table was covered with small specialized instruments of bondage and torture. Some were so complex that their function could not be determined. Many featured sharp teeth and rough edges. The demonstration and explanation of each by Amanda took two hours. We all gave rapt attention to every word and supporting video during the presentation. It sifted from one extreme view to another like a roller coast on the small hills at the end of the ride.

I would think about having the device used on me, and then about using the device on someone else. Back and forth, slave then master.

There were gags including the expanding pear executed in modern materials and with various degrees of spikes. There were nose rings that were designed to punish with the slightest movement. Many worked in concert with multiple small pierced rings. One such set consisted of two L shaped pieces that sealed the mouth using lip rings and went up the nose where they were locked to the septum piercing. It was sometimes difficult to picture them in use, Amanda had video of each and every one applied. Many could be adjusted from comfortable to torture. There were multiple tongue devices, some held on by pressure, some by piercing. Beside the gag I mentioned, there were several that had spring-loaded features that were released once in the mouth of the victim.

In a similar fashion there were dildos and butt plugs that sent forth spikes and bumps and projections of all descriptions once inside making their removal impossible without the key for retraction. Of special interest to me were small items intended for insertion in the penis and then triggered to lock it in place. There were several things designed to capture and torment a clit.

Best, or worst depending on where I was on that mental roller coaster were the nipple piercing items. Some were rings with ridges. Some had locking pins attached to the point of the nipple and ensured that the ring stood up at all times and that any movement would be felt. There were sets of nipple shields or nipple thimbles that could further capture and torment these buds. There was also the nipple bar, a single rod that pierced both nipples and left the subject with a convenient place to be grabbed or chained. When it was over I am sure that we were all hot and sweaty under those rubber garments.

I followed Amanda back to the butler who went through the process of removal, which also takes a long time. I was given over to the nurse who was about to put me in a tub when Amanda appeared in a robe with my chastity belt. Once locked in, I was bathed and returned to the kennel for the usual bondage and bed.