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Auction House
Peter sorted through the work orders, looking to find a lot stored in
one of the outer buildings. It didn't take long as there was always
more things to be cataloged than there were people to count them. In
fact he found several of them, all in the same building. Taking them
all he walked out of the office and down the hall shuffling through
the papers.
Even though it was late Friday afternoon no one had a problem with
him just getting started now. After all this was a non-profit clearing
house, everyone worked for minimum wage if they got anything at all.
And nobody argued with any time that anyone was willing to pull.
Peter worked here because he was always finding all kinds of neat
stuff. Frequently he ran across things that his friends in various
theatrical prop departments were looking for. But his favorite reason
he liked working here was that there were always clothes to find. He
was always on the look out for interesting new things, almost half his
wardrobe was from finds he made here. Though some may have suspected,
he hoped that no one knew for sure that he always tried on anything
that interested him. It was one of the reasons that he preferred to
sort lots that were not in the main building.
Since he had just broke up with his latest boyfriend, he did not
feel like staying at home and getting all depressed with his friends
efforts to cheer him up. And he really didn't want any of the people at
that worked here to find out that he was between boyfriends again.
At least this way he could stay busy for hours and actually get
something good accomplished with his time.
Stepping outside he quickly made his way to the building that
his lots were stored in. Seeing that the lock was
in place on the outer door, he smiled. That meant that he was the
only one working inside, so he could try on anything he found with
no worry about being watched.
Quickly opening the lock, he entered the building and turned on the
hall lights. Originally this building had been used as offices and so
the building was broken up into lots of rooms, most of them larger ones
for groups of steno's or ranks of filing cabinets. Now it was used for
the lots made up of easily carried box's and furniture.
Checking his paperwork again, Peter found there was a lot stored here
on the first floor. He decided to start with that and work his way up
the building from there.
Looking over the information of the previous owner, he found out that
this lot had been owned by an unmarried man in his 30's. For an
unspecified reason all of his household property had been ceased and
sold. This was the portion that has been bought by the House, sight
unseen. He job was to sort and catalogue everything, so that the
appraisers could assign individual values. With a sigh, Peter
opened the door and entered.
Inside he saw that this must have been a bedroom suite, as there were
several free standing wardrobes, a number of trunks, a full length
mirror, and a large wooden bed frame and mattress, with assorted
smaller boxes.
Starting with the largest items Peter, listed and described the bed
set, the wardrobes, and the trunks. Then he opened the first wardrobe
and stopped stunned. Inside he found that it was packed with clothes,
women's clothes and men's clothes, latex clothes. He saw a number of styles in
several different colors, black and red being the most frequent.
Taking his time he took and laid out most of the items on top of the
chests and box's. The dresses, and skirts ran from micro-mini's to
floor length, most had very narrow lines but a few were the same
patterns as could be found on the street. The tops ran from skin tight
pullovers to flowing long sleeved fancy dress.
Peter had taken his time with many of the items, holding them up
against his body and imagining himself wearing each one. He took a
quick look in the rest of the wardrobe and discovered on the shelf
above several hats of latex, as well as a few things he thought were
caps or hoods but he wasn't too sure. In the drawers below were a
selection of latex lingerie; bra's, panties, stockings, garterbelts and
more. Also he found some talcum powder and some oils, that he
thought might be used to make it easier to wear the rubber clothes.
Quickly he went to the next wardrobe and opened it to discover that it
held men's clothes, pants and shirts mostly, all latex. With boots and
gloves as well. Realizing that these accessory's were missing from the
woman's set, he moved on to the largest trunk. In this he found a
large selection of gloves, shoes and boots, but there were also a
number of body suits, also made of rubber. Buried under everything
else was a box, it filled up the entire bottom of the trunk.
Taking it out and opening it, Peter was amazed to discover what looked
like a partial mannequin made of rigid red latex. The face held
the expression of a person in the throws of orgasm, with the mouth
partially open. Peter could see the hollow inside the mouth was sealed,
but the nose had openings in the nostrils. Also there was nothing
filling the eye sockets, just open spaces. The arms and legs which
ended just before the elbow and knee were also open, confirming that
the inside of the mannequin was hollow.
Peter could see that the head was designed to move from side to side,
but not up or down. Lower down he could see that the body could be
bent at the hips, but not turned to the sides. The waist was wasp
shaped, as if the person had a spectacularly narrow waist or perhaps was
wearing a corset. The arms and legs, such as they were, could also be
moved, but only to the front and back. It looked as if the rubber
figure was incomplete, the creator having stopped before finishing.
Looking at the incomplete figure gave him a strange tingly kind of
feeling. Peter couldn't quite figure out what it was, but he wanted
to keep an eye on it. So he 'posed' it so that it was braced up
against some box's, as if it were sitting there watching him. As he
moved each part there was a series of soft clicks, and each piece
stayed just where he posed it.
He spent the next little while posing and preening before the mirrors
asking the figure what it thought of each item he held up.
Peter was so wrapped up in trying to decide what to try on first that
he turned and half seriously asked, "Well my silent friend, I'm just
not sure which to try first. What would you suggest?"
"I would recommend anything in red ."
The male voice caught Peter completely by surprise. Turning he
first stared at the latex mannequin, before seeing movement behind it
near the door.
Looking more closely, Peter could see a tall familiar looking man
with long black hair standing near the door. "I'm sorry, did I
frighten you? I was told that there was someone here that could help
me," the man said.
Having regained his breath, Peter replied, "Yes, I'm afraid that you
did give me something of a fright. I hadn't heard you come down the
hall. What is it I'm supposed to help with?"
The man moved further into the room, looking over the 'explosion' of
latex apparel. "I was talking with the manager in the main building, a
Mr. ..." the man's voice trailed off questioningly.
"Mr. Dalmon?" Peter offered.
"Yes... Dalmon. I left my lawyers papers with him, and he said that
there was someone here to help me while he takes care of the paperwork
back there."
Holding a rubber catsuit behind him, as if to hide what he had been
doing, Peter asked, "And what is it you need help with, exactly?"
"Oh, I'm here to reclaim my property. It seems that when the creditors
cleared out my boyfriends apartment, they took my property and sold it
along with his. I've been having a dreadful time, what with trying to
track down where each parcel of the goods have gone to and finding my
things amongst them."
Peter understood just how challenging such an endeavor could be, having
seen how quickly lots could be brought in and either broken up or sold
entire. "Well, whatever I can do, just ask and I will do what I can to
help."
The man smiled at Karen's words, "My dear you have already started by
opening this building... I mean for being here in this room. You see
these are my things that you were playing with!"
"Oops, I'm sorry! It's just that all these things just looked so..."
Peter's voice drifted off in embarrassment.
Coming forward the man placed a hand about Peter's shoulders, "My
dear friend please don't feel badly about enjoying my collection! I take it
as a compliment that you are so fascinated by it!"
Leaning in and whispering, "In fact, after I get changed into something
special, its just been too long since I've worn any rubber! After I've
changed, with your help I hope, we'll find something for you to wear.
Please say that you'll help me? It's just so much easier and more fun
when there's someone sharing in the pleasure."
Peter was somewhat overwhelmed by this man's presence and the offer
to share in some dress-up was more than he could say no to. Peter was
so intrigued by the man's story and offer that he completely forgot
to ask the man's name. So he helped the man select a number of
items and laid them out as the man undressed.
First spreading talc over the man's skin, Peter noticed that they
were both of similar height and build. Though where he was fair of skin and
hair this man was dark, with long raven tresses and darkly tanned
skin.
First the woman wanted a pair of penis pants, ones that had built in
butt plug. After liberally dousing the probe with
lubricant he pulled the pants home with a shudder. "Ooooooo, it's
just been too long! Quickly help me into this body suit!"
Obeying the snapped command, Peter held and pulled and zipped as the
man directed. The whole time staring at the man's features, sure
that he had seen them someplace. Such was his fascination with the
man and the clothing, Peter completely missed how turned on he was
becoming.
In what felt like a blink of the eye, the man was now fully dressed.
The black latex body suit covered everything from the neck down even
her hands and feet. On top of this was a pair of thigh high red latex
boots, long gloves and a tall collar all in red latex.
Over all of this the man draped a flowing hooded robe, watching Peter
intently. "Now my friend we need to pick out some things for you."
Peter met the man's gaze and felt himself captured by the strength
and authority radiating from the latex garbed figure before him.
Without a word spoken, Peter quickly removed her talc covered clothes.
He stood silent and unmoving as the man paced about his nude form.
As the man passed behind him, Peter's gaze fell upon the mannequin.
Suddenly he understood, the face of the mannequin was the same as that
of the man. He must have moved or made a sound, because the man
leaned over his shoulder and said, "So you recognized my alter ego?"
Moving over to the mannequin, "My boyfriend was many things, and some
of them were an artist and a craftsman. He made this shell for me and
I would wear it at parties and about the house for him. I can't tell
you how many times I've cum while wearing it!"
Peter stared from one to the other, "You wore this... this... " His
voice drifted off as he tried to understand what it would feel like to
be encased in the mannequin shell. Turned into an object, a thing, a
toy.
Watching Peter's expression as his mind worked and churned. "Ah I do
believe that we have found the thing for you!"
Once again time blurred for Peter, he quickly found herself wearing a
red latex body suit. While this suit had a filler for his lower
entry there was something different about them, but it was shoved
into him so fast that he had no time to see how.
With the suit sealed, the Mannequin shell was opened and piece by piece
attached to his body. Peter stood immobile and silent as the man
changed him from a man into a Mannequin. The final piece was the
head, this the man opened and carried over to Peter. He adjusted
the mouth filler and then held it up to Peter's face. What he had
thought was a rigid globe was now a soft mass that easily fit into his
mouth.
With very little adjusting the head of the mannequin settled home about
Peter's head. He found that he could breath easily and that his
hearing was also clear, though he had not seen any openings at the
ears. With a final click he was now Mannequin.
The man slowly moved to stand before the newly minted Mannequin. He
carefully stroked and caressed every inch of the red latex skin. Making
some final adjustments here and there, Mannequin could feel a
tremendous charge building within him. Finally the man took
Mannequins face in both his hands and gave it a long deep passionate
kiss. Mannequin felt the mass in her mouth become rigid and expand,
forcing his mouth open, as if he were in the throws of an orgasm.
Suddenly with a power he had never felt in his old life Mannequin
came hard and long. He shuddered, quaked and spasmed and would have
fallen had it not been for his Masters arms about him. Slowly he
came back to the world about him, blasted clean of all that he had
been before.
He stood unmoving, unnamed, awaiting some persons will to move him, to
give him purpose. The man, his Master, gently took him by the
shoulders and guided him to a place before the mirror.
There stood a promise fulfilled, where before had been just the start
of a mannequin, here was one complete. He could see that there were
join marks at his wrists, elbows, shoulders, neck, waist. And bending
forward with soft ratcheting sounds he could see them also at he
knees and ankles.
Straightening again, Mannequin stood and watched as Master dressed
him in a tight black latex mini dress. Also added were a pair of black
stiletto heeled shoes, a white lace apron, white lace gloves, and a
black haired wig with a maids cap pinned to it.
After a final inspection the Master spoke, "Now Maid I expect you to get
my things ready for travel. Fold them and put them into the suitcases
and boxes that I will bring in." And then Master strode from the
room.
Moving slowly at first, Maid began to prepare all the latex as his
Master ordered. Quickly the two men had every latex item from the
wardrobes and chests ready, as well as a large number of items from the
boxes that littered the room.
Maid found that he could not move as quickly as Master could, his
shuffling step no match for Masters powerful stride. But he could
tell that this disparity did not upset her Master. So as he slowly
carried items down the hall the Master carried others past him and
placed them into a waiting van.
Maid had not noticed that his talc covered clothing had been boxed
along with all the latex items. All during the loading of the van,
Maid had been dreading the time when they would be finished and that
he would have to change back into Peter.
The last box having been placed into the cargo bed, Maid looked in and
saw a small area still empty. Even as he wondered why Master had
packed the truck this way, there was a solid click at the back of his
neck. Maid found himself unable to move, at least those parts that
were covered by the rigid latex.
Before he could grasp what was going on, Master pushed Maid down
into the bed of the van. Taking some items from the last box loaded,
Maid's hands and feet were pulled back and locked together.
"My dear, dear, Maid, having seen you wearing that mannequin skin there
is no way that I could ever do without you. I decided that I simply
must have you with me forever."
"Oh I know that you may have had a life that you might want to return
to but that's all gone now. All you are is Maid, or whatever I decide
to redress you as. Perhaps tomorrow you will be Nurse, or Cook, but
you will always be mine!"
"And have no fears about you getting away from me if I were to remove
the Mannequin shell from you. You see there are ways to get food in to
you and there are ways to let such things out without removing
anything. Did I forget to tell you that I usually wore it for weeks at
a time?"
Master started to turn away, "Oh and don't think that anyone else
knows that I'm here. It took me weeks to follow the paper trail that
led me here. I've been waiting days for someone to open this building
so that I could search for my things. It must have been fate that led
you to open not only this place but also find my things straight off!"
"Hmmm, now that I think on it, Maid should be rewarded for his good
behavior." Master reached under the skirt of Maid and groping the
crotch of the helpless Mannequin. The pressing of a button triggers
the vibrator locked into Maid's ass channel, causing him to tremble
as the sensations mount.
With a few items tucked about Maids form, Master closed the doors and
drove the van away. Maid was completely oblivious as he was rocked
by wave after wave of orgasm.
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Story Submitted By Latex boy
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