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He awoke with a start.
The smell of latex flooded his nostrils and brought back full
memory of the dream. The light sheen of sweat that covered him was
not from the blue latex pajamas that he wore nor because of the
black latex sheets that covered him and the girls. It was the same
dream that he had occasionally and it was always the same. He lifted
his head to look around, it was morning, and it was cool in the
room. He reached over Rebecca and hit the switch for the air conditioner.
The room itself was kept cool while they slept because of all the
latex they wore to bed. Wearing rubber for long periods of time
tended to make one sweat and having the room cooled down at night
made it more comfortable. He had not wakened both Rebecca and Jill.
They looked so cute in their matching pink and baby blue rubber
baby outfits, Jill was even sucking her thumb. Looking at them both
he was always amazed at how closely they looked alike. They were
often mistaken for twins, their birthdays were only a few days apart.
The two had met during the first semester at college, even with
their looks and their bodies, they were social outcasts and so clung
to each other. Their passion for latex only increased their lust
for one another and it wasn’t long before they became lovers
as well as friends. They were introduced to him by Mary and soon
became fixtures over the house. Mary was equally pleased when he
suggested that they move into the house with them. Strange, he thought,
eight years of being alone with this latex fetish and in two short
years I rule over a house and four rubber girls. He smiled, well,
sometimes ruled. That all depended on Mary’s mood, or rather
Cynthia’s mood. It was easy to tell which person she was by
the look she gave him. That sweet thoughtful look meant that she
was herself, Mary, his new soulmate, that stern pissed off look
meant that Cynthia the dominatrix was in control and he could not
fuck around.
Laying back down he let his mind drift back to the dream. He
always found himself in a warehouse full of latex garments or all
shapes, sizes, and colors. They all were hanging in rows that were
close together. He could walk in between them but not with out touching
the rubber garments. Somehow he knew that he had to get to the other
side where there was a door for him to get out. He also knew that
there was something in the rows of latex. Something waiting for
him. He would always start to sweat right when he would enter the
latex field. He knew he had to hurry but the rubber garments felt
so good against his skin so he would often tarry. About halfway
through he would realize that the thing was aware of him and was
looking for him. At this time he would start to hurry although he
would much rather wrap himself in the latex. He would run through
the filed running into the latex garments and find it difficult
to continue. The rubber would begin to cling to him and stick to
him slowing him down. All this time the thing would be getting closer
and closer. It always sounded big. Right when he thought he had
made it he would trip into a pile of latex clothes and get tangled
up in it. He would fall down and not be able to get up. Just as
he would be able to turn himself over the thing would come through
into sight. Out of the latex field would step a giant rubber spider,
its fangs dripping liquid latex., all this time the latex garments
were its web, waiting to trap him. It would slowly crawl up to him
and then jab him with its stinger. His last dream thoughts were
of the spider spinning latex sheets around him in order to save
him for a later meal. Often he would awake in a cold sweat wrapped
in his latex sheets.
After having the same dream several times, he talked to Mary
about it. Since she had some psych classes she found interest in
his dreams. Normally he did not believe in psychology, he thought
it was a pseudo science at best but he wanted to talk to someone
about his dream. She sat him down and listened, as he talked, he
became afraid, and that excited her, feeling her excitement build,
he too became excited and they made love. Mary enjoyed that so much
that she got herself a white rubber nurses outfit and white rubber
lab coat and they would play therapist and patient from time to
time. After a few minutes she had come up with the idea that deep
down inside he was bothered by his love of latex, not everybody
thinks this stuff is normal she said. The spider represented his
passion for it and the fact that he was avoiding the spider showed
that he still had ‘issues’ about latex. It wouldn’t
be until he gave himself up to the spider instead of being trapped
by it that he had accepted latex for what it was. Just another piece
of fabric that he likes, much like flannel, and not sexual deviance.
He had met Mary, or rather Cynthia after his last girlfriend
had left him. Kelly had never been told of his latex fetish, he
kept that a secret and it killed him. It got to a point where he
could not wait to be away from her just so he could get into a rubber
outfit. It wasn’t the fact that he was hooked on rubber, just
that he hated not being able to do whatever he wanted to do. If
he wanted to come home after work and throw on a latex outfit and
relax after a long days work then he should be able to do so. He
finally got up the nerve on day and told her. He tried to explain
to her that it was not a big deal, it was just something else in
his life that he enjoyed. Her reaction was not positive and soon
the relationship fell apart. It depressed him terribly and he felt
a little lost. In order to fill the void she left he began to visit
a few of the ‘Houses’ around the city. It was not the
same though until one day on of the ladies talked him into tying
him up. He gave it ago and found himself enjoying the helplessness.
After that experience he began to go to Pro Dommes instead. He tried
one of the better known houses in the city but found it too commercial,
almost like a production line. After visiting different places he
realized that independent Dommes were a better deal, though sometimes
not as well equipped. After much thought he came up with his standard
fantasy which he would use in a ‘pre interview’ with a
prospective Dominatrix. Usually if the Domme answered yes to “Do
you have latex, Do you use strapons, and are you handy with a whip”,
then he would visit her. But there was always something missing.
One night while out at a S/M club that had a latex theme for
the night he got into a conversation with the bartender. He told
her his thoughts and disappointments on the subject Why could he
not find a Domme that was really into latex? Not just that but enjoyed
dominating men, not for money nor retribution for 10,000 years of
male dominance, but for the give and take between two people. He
found it hard to explain, but the bartender listened. She considered
him for a moment and wrote down a phone number. This is Mistress
Cynthia's number, let me call her first and talk to her, she might
be the one you are looking for. He thanked her profusely and went
home. The next week he returned to the club and the bartender told
him to call her. A word of advice she said, talk to her like you
talked to me but don’t sound pathetic, she does not sniveling
men. She takes great pleasure in dominating strong men.
The next night he called her and they talked for a half hour.
Warned by her bartender friend that this guy needed a little encouragement
with the conversation she held a little more patience for him than
others. Mary was still young, in her late twenties and still a stunner
to look at. 5’ 10” long curly strawberry hair, a body
to die for and deep blue eyes, she did not look like the classic
Goth dominatrix but she was well versed in the art of Domination.
She had been in the business a long time and was getting tired of
it. At first it had been fun but now it was a way of paying off
the bills. She still enjoyed dominating men but she needed a companion
now, a soul mate. She had also grown tired of all the idiots she
had to deal with over the phone and in person. The majority of the
men were idiots, pigs even who showed up expecting a handjob or
something else. What she wanted now was a friend, I guess you could
call it, someone who took her as she was, someone to be there when
she came home form work, someone who didn’t see her as a dominatrix
but as a woman. When he called she was a little hesitant but talked
to him anyway, her friend said that the guy was genuine and seemed
to be ok. They talked for a while and he made an appointment. It
pleased her to hear him ask about rubber. One reason why she liked
this line of work so much was the fact that she got to wear latex
all the time.. It helped when the slave asked specifically for her
to be dressed in that way because it added to the excitement.
When he came over she was wearing a regular bathrobe. He was
a little disappointed but started to undress like she told him.
Once John had his clothes in a pile she told him to put the money
on the table and go into the next room. She followed him in and
closed the door. John looked around and liked what he saw. A big
wooden X for a slave to be chained to, a wooden horse which was
a favorite of his, a bed with rubber sheets on it and restraints
on the corners. Along the walls were racks holding all sorts of
BD items, whips, chains, ball gags, cuffs, etc. There was a pile
of latex on the bed and she told him to get dressed. After he put
on the red rubber tee shirt and the open crotch shorts and pulled
on the transparent stockings her turned to face her and caught his
breath. She had taken off the robe and was wearing a black rubber
shirt that went from her shoulders to just below her stomach, the
black rubber stockings came up and were attached to a garter belt.
But the thing that caught his eye was the black rubber strapon that
was just below the shirt. With a smile and an evil tone she said,
“So you like rubber do you.”
After the session she talked with him for a while, if she liked
the client she would share a cigarette with him before letting him
leave. Since John did not smoke she offered him tea. They talked
about the business and their mutual love of latex and how difficult
it was to find partners. He seemed like a real genuine guy and not
too pathetic. She liked his openess and found his honesty comforting.
He asker her about the wooden X and why she hadn’t tied him
to it for the whipping. She explained that a client of hers had
built it in exchange for a free session but it almost fell apart
and killed someone when she used it. John explained that he used
to be a carpenter and said her would take a look at it. She started
to object but he got up and walked over to it. It kind of pissed
her off that he was not listening to her but liked his independence.
He went out to his car and brought in some tools and in a few minutes
fixed it for her. She thought, “Oh great now he wants something
in return.” When he didn’t ask for anything, she offered
a session at half price, and he smiled and said no, it was enough
that he spent a nice couple of hours with a beautiful woman. It
didn’t sound like a line to her. She immediately blurted out
that she would like a date with him and blushed. He accepted and
four months later they moved in together..
He decided to spend the day catching up on the business. After
they had moved in together she cut her hours as a dominatrix way
back. She had had enough of the bullshit that went with the job
and only kept four or five of the most regular and better paying
customers. He did not mind at all because it was a business, and
she was a dominatrix before he met her. He was not interested in
changing her anymore than she wanted to change him. On occasion
however she put on her Cynthia persona for him and they would play
for a few hours. Mostly the relationship was a loving one if not
truly love. On occasion he would visit a House of Domination and
she would go out for a Dominant Ladies night out at the BDSM club
in the City. In order to pay the bills they had started a latex
mail order business. After a few months Mary introduced him to Jill
and Rebecca. She had met them at a fetish convention and hit on
the idea that they work for them making latex clothes. The girls
neither had the resources nor the place to work and John and Mary
did not have the talent. They all became fairly close friends and
much to Mary's delight John suggested that the girls move into the
house. When not in class they would spend the day making the garments
that people ordered through the business. Once custom made latex
clothes became available the business took off in a big way. So
much so that several days a week Mary would be away peddling their
line of rubber clothes.
Soon the house fell into a state of disrepair, before the business
really took off John and Mary shared the house chores. Jill and
Rebecca did not really have the touch for neatness. They then decided
to get a maid, so they put an ad in the paper asking for a live
in maid. Usually the prospective woman took one look at all the
latex outfits, John had become so accustomed to wearing rubber around
the house that he did not think twice answering the door in a latex
shirt and jeans, that they would turn right around and leave. One
day, just for shits and giggles, they decided to put an ad in a
fetish magazine for a fetish maid. About three weeks later there
was a phone call from a woman who was interested and they set up
an appointment. Needless to say they were both pleased that the
woman wore a rubber skirt and blouse to the interview.
Martha was a nurse for three years before getting fired and
stripped of her license. The hospital had discovered that on more
than one occasion she had molested male patients. Often prescribing
enemas where none were needed, while the patient was filled up she
would don a latex glove and jerk them off. She had gotten away with
this for some time, none of the patients ever turned her in. It
was when the wife of one of Martha’s victims walked in on the
treatment that the whistle was blown. She was asked to leave and
a few weeks later the state revoked her license. She gave up nursing
all together and studied to be a masseuse. She loved doing that
and took her job very seriously, however more than one male customer
would come in and expect a little extra. Usually she told them to
fuck off and if they did not leave she gave them a very uncomfortable
massage. One guy was persistent, however, he endured the rough treatments
more than once and when she asked him why he told her of his secret
fantasy. She listened to it and agreed to do it for $300. After
all it pretty much was what she did in the hospital. He told her
he’d be back the next week with the money and something for
her to wear, part of the fantasy he said.
One week later he showed up with a bundle and put it on the
table while he undressed. She walked over and felt the smooth material
in the bag. She knew what it was right away and ripped the bag open.
Out fell a rubber nurses outfit. She held it up and before her was
a short sleeved latex outfit in baby blue. It ended up in a knee
length skirt and wrapped around it was a white rubber apron. On
the floor was a white rubber bonnet that she picked up and put on
her head. She had seem such an outfit once before and fell in love
with it but could never afford it. Now she had one. She hugged the
garment and breathed deeply, she loved the smell of latex. Many
a night after work she would strip naked and put on her examination
gloves and play with her self with one hand while sucking on the
other. She put the outfit on and gave an evil grin as she held up
an enema bag to the guy and asked him if her was ready for it.
She wore the outfit for two straight days, she could not get
enough of it. Latex had become an addiction to her. She decided
to take some of her meager savings and buy more. She walked into
a shop in the city and plopped down $1000 and said, “I want
latex.” She felt like a bride to be trying out wedding gowns,
all day long her and the sales woman tried outfit after outfit on.
Her mind was reeling, latex shoulder gloves, vibrating panties,
catsuits, masks, stockings, sheets and pillowcases she wanted it
all but could only afford so much. Toward the end of the day she
convinced the saleswoman, who was pretty cute to try an outfit on.
Little did she know that the saleswoman was really turned on by
the days events. The saleswoman walked into the dressing room and
said she had a surprise for her. Out walked this vision of latex,
hot pink pants, 6 inches heels, skin tight black latex shirt, clear
opera length gloves, and a clear latex mask. She smiled wickedly
and asked her if she wanted a 10% discount. Martha screamed yes,
and the saleswoman held up a double headed dildo. Martha left the
store two hours later totally exhausted with several bags of latex..
Even though she had found her new love in her life, Martha was
still a little depressed. She was not making enough money so she
took up cleaning houses on the side. The result was just enough
money to support her and her latex habit. Unfortunately she worked
so much that she did not have a lot of time to be dressed in the
shiny stuff, and like most latex fetishists she craved others with
the same tastes in clothes. Looking through a fetish mag one day
she seen an ad for a live in maid. She took a gamble and reasoned
that the only way such an ad was in this type of publication was
because the people who placed the ad were latex lovers too. She
went to the interview in a rubber outfit and was very surprised
and pleased that the gentleman who answered the door was wearing
blue latex pajamas. She moved in two days later. She was even more
pleased at the whole situation. She was told that she would be partially
compensated in latex in she desired, that she was not required to
wear latex in the house but could do so if she pleased, and that
if she wanted to continue as a masseuse both in the house and on
the side she could do so. All she had to do was keep the house clean
and mother the ‘twins’ a little, at times they needed
a little guidance and pushing. She threw away the rest of her street
clothes that day and has been wearing nothing but rubber since.
John smiled the first time she cleaned the house in a transparent
latex maids outfit.
He was still laying in bed trying to get the motivation to get
up when Martha walked in. By this time the girls were awake and
playing touchy feely with each other. Martha saw this and got angered,
she knew that the girls had a lot to do today and were not gonna
get anything done if they were gonna play with each other. She yelled
at them and smacked each of them on their asses and chased them
out of the room. She turned to John and asked him what he had planned
for the day and if he needed her. She explained that they needed
food for the house and she needed to go to town for it. John freaked
out the first time she went into the town for groceries in full
latex gear. After a while the towns furor quieted down and she was
viewed as nothing more than a curiosity. He told her that he wanted
to go running first and then would like a massage, after which he
would spend the day taking care of orders for the business.
After a three mile jog, and twenty minutes in the sauna, built
by his own hands he added to himself with pride, he walked into
the basement which they had converted to a massage parlor for Martha.
The only restriction on her was that she would not perform any sexual
acts with her clients. That did not apply to John or Mary though.
Martha was allowed to ‘relax’ both John and Mary when
she felt like it and she felt like it often. He heard some yelling
and smacking upstairs. He walked up and peered into the room. Martha
had Jill over her knee spanking her on her bum, Rebecca was crying
crocodile tears on the bed. He knew they were fake tears and that
Jill was not being hurt. H e looked at Rebecca and admonished her,
“How many times have I told you to listen to Martha, when she
tells you to clean up after yourselves, then do it, then she wont
spank you anymore.” Jill jumped off Martha and hugged John.
She was still in her rubber babies outfit and the feel of latex
against his body gave him an immediate erection. He pushed her away
and laughed, “No sympathy for you, get to work, the two of
you are several orders behind”.
He and Martha returned to the massage parlor and he laid down.
She went into the other room and came out in her nurses outfit,
she still had it after all those years and it was his favorite.
Her hands were covered by slick clear latex gloves and went to her
elbows. She started on his back and rubbed him for 15 minutes. He
should have been in bliss but his erection kept him from really
concentrating on the massage. She rolled him over and deliciously
stared at his erection. She wrapped her latex hand around his member
and began to stroke it. He fell into himself and gave himself up
to the pleasure. When he was close she slipped a finger into his
bum. He came with a loud groan and jerked around on the table as
she kept stroking him ‘til nothing more came out. She giggled
and said, “wow, a lot came out” Go take a shower, I’ll
send one of the twins in to wash you down, and I’ll have clothes
laid out for you.” He told her, something loose today.
He got into the shower and Jill stepped in behind him. She was
wearing a red rubber bikini and nothing else. He could feel his
heat grow again but said to himself, “I have to get work done
tonight, and besides Mary will not be happy if there is nothing
left for her.” He forced himself to think about football and
soon the horniness went away. Jill was a little upset at the fact
she could not turn him on so she washed him down a little roughly.
He realized this and laughed and kissed her and told her she was
wonderful. He got out and Rebecca helped dry him off and got him
dressed. It was an oversized catsuit that was kind of baggy on him.
The matching purple rubber belt closed it up around him so it was
not slopping around. Blue rubber socks went on next and slippers
went over them to prevent them from tearing. He decided against
gloves since he would be going through papers, it was too difficult
to work with them. He told the twins he would be in the office in
a few minutes, he just wanted some iced tea first. A few minutes
later he walked into the office and the twins were already opening
the mail and separating the orders. Both were in matching tight
red latex catsuits complete with attached feet and gloves. It always
amazed him how quickly they got dressed. He warned them that they
needed to get a lot done today because Mary, or rather Cynthia,
and he were going out to a latex Ball later. That is going to be
fun he thought.
Two days later John and Mary were relaxing, looking forward
to the weekend when they heard a rumble outside. Mary threw on a
cotton robe over her pink pajama’d body and looked outside.
“John, there is a truck outside the door, and a driver asking
me what I want done with these boxes, they are huge, what did you
buy? “
“Oh, they came! Great, tell them to put the stuff in the
garage.”
With that Mary spoke to the man and walked over to the side
door and punched the garage door button. The door slowly swung up
and from inside John heard the “beep, beep” warning sound
of a large truck backing into his driveway. He threw on a bathrobe
over the towel and walked into the garage. “If the men from
the delivery truck only knew,” he thought. They took a few
minutes to unload several large boxes, one of which was six feet
by four feet by five feet high. After signing for them and tipping
the guys a few bucks he closed the garage door.
Mary was getting a little annoyed at John’s silence. “Well,
I asked you what you bought?” John opened the envelope and
read in disbelief, “I knew there was a lot of stuff, but not
this much. “ He looked up almost dazed and a little giddy.
“There's about $45,000 worth of latex here.” Mary’s
jaw dropped. “What? You bought $50,000 worth of rubber without
telling me, are you insane?” John walked over and kissed her
on the cheek, “Yes honey, there's bout $50,000 worth of latex
here, but I only paid $5000 for it all, remember I told you that
I could not get in touch with Al Rogers?”
“The guy that ran Special Condition Clothing?”
“The very same, I finally got in touch with his brother,
turned out he passed away, he was in his seventies, you know.”
Mary shook her head and pulled off her bathrobe revealing the pink
latex pajamas. She walked over and sat behind John on one of the
crates and wrapped her arms around him and rested her chin on his
shoulder. He continued. “Well it turns out that his brother
didn’t want to be bothered with this stuff so he told me he’d
like to get rid of it. He dropped the phone when I told him I’d
give him five grand for the lot of it. Well, it turns out there
was a lot more than he told me at first. Says here in the letter
that he found more in the basement and that we were welcome to it.”
“Well, lets open the crates and see what we got.”
With that John grabbed a crowbar and pulled off one of the lid
on one of the boxes. As the lid came up the garage was almost immediately
filled with the warm smell of latex. In the box were four rolls
of sheet latex, red, green, blue and black. John smiled and said,
this box is worth it alone. A second box revealed all prepackaged
garments, things that were bought and not made by the deceased.
The third large box was open and inside was all black rubber garments
just stuffed into the box in no order. “Looks like his brother
just threw everything in there, we have a lot of work to do separating
and bagging this stuff up if we want to sell it.”
“Nah, how bout this, we print a flyer up, this months special,
a latex grab bag, three articles for, say, fifty dollars. We’ll
separate them into size and gender only, what they get is what they
get. They will go quick that way and t will save us a lot of work.
“
“That sounds good. Gee John doesn’t all that latex
just look and smell soooo gooood.” She lingered on those words
and let them drip from her mouth. She muzzled up to his ear and
flicked her tongue into it. John began to breathe a little heavy,
and said, “You know, I could be up for more.” With that
and the immediate erection he got up and pulled of the robe and
towel. “Lets get naked and crawl around in the box.” Mary
said, “Ok” a little too quick and threw off her pajamas.
They both got into the box and started to burrow under the piles
of rubber clothes. They found each other about two feet down and
snuggled together. The air soon became hot and sticky which increased
the intensity of their love making. John and Mary both moaned in
ecstasy as they came within seconds of each other. Mary felt the
familiar warm stickiness shoot inside her and whimpered for a second,
overcome with feelings of passion. As the successive waves of pleasure
lessened she cleared their heads somewhat so they could both breathe
easier. She cooed and gave John a hug and a kiss before she realized
he was a sleep already. She started to get mad for a second and
then she seen how peaceful he looked half buried in latex. She cuddled
his head in her arms and kissed him and closed her eyes.
He did not run through the latex clothes this time. He was in
no hurry to get tot the other side, in fact he did not care if he
got there at all. He allowed himself to get caught in the sticky
rubber and awaited for the spider to come. He soon felt It coming
and he looked up to see it. The rows of latex parted and instead
of a spider out stepped Mary in a pink rubber catsuit holding her
arms open for him. In his sleep he smiled as he knew that he was
finally happy.
Story Submitted By Gumboy
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