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The Rubber Hotel
Chapter 1
"Your confirmation number is 0046720. Thank you for choosing RTA International."
I hung the phone up and savored my good fortune. The hotel was giving me a room for $35 a night and was actually in the same complex as agency office. I calculated the per diem savings for the room and realized that I would get an addition $50 a day or half the savings below the published per diem for city. It was my first time to take advantage of the new program to save money on travel. Since it was a two-week stay that amounted to some fairly big bucks. The extra $700 would come in handy. I could buy quite a few CD's or even a new DVD player for that and have money left over.
The old adage, "If it's too good to be true, it usually is." came to mind. The Agency had blocked the rooms though so I figured our contracting officer must have been having a very good day when she negotiated the rate. Since I had never heard of RTA, International, I figured they were looking to build a client base with this low offer.
Two weeks later I was on my way to Washington DC for the meeting. I didn't think any more about my hotel room and the bargain rate I had gotten. The flight was uneventful. As usual the airline fed us peanuts on both legs of the journey. No thought was given to the fact that most of us had no food for the seven hours of the flight. By the time we were dropping along the Potomac, I was hungry, tired and not really excited about watching the monuments sliding past the window.
I claimed my bag, hopped the Metro and was at the L' Enfant Plaza station in no time. I walked briskly past Federal Plaza and into the connecting hotel. I remembered the hotel had been a Holiday Inn for years. I never stayed at it because it was not the best-run hotel in the area nor was it reasonable. They had never honored even the maximum rate for lodging and riding the Metro from one of the outer hotels was fine. But this new company beat everyone out and besides, the Agency had set aside rooms for us at this fantastic rate and the orders pretty much insisted that all attendees would stay at the RTA, International.
I entered the lobby to find the large check-in desk was solid oak and well polished. The dark paneling behind the desk was new, as was were the guilt gothic letters, "RTA, International."
"Reservation for Bill Goodman," I said putting the bag down. "It should be with the Agency."
"Yes, I have you. I just need to see a credit card, please," said the pleasant faced desk clerk in a crisp white blouse.
I studied her as she took the card and swiped it. The blouse was a bit Victorian. It had a high starched collar and lots of frills. The long sleeves with frilly cuffs seemed a bit old fashioned for the year 2000. She wore white cotton gloves as well. Her waist was cinched by a tight severe dress with a high bodice that pushed her breasts out quite nicely and emphasized the Victorian appearance. I wondered if her skirts would be full of petticoats
She handed me a portfolio with a room key and other information saying, "You're in Room 1408."
I took the card, rounded up my bag and headed for the elevator. The elevator door closed and I was whisked to the fourteenth floor and my room. I found a standard hotel room. It was fine as a hotel room and I dropped to the bed and fell asleep without a thought of eating.
I awoke to find myself hungry. I looked at the clock. It was after 10:00. I realized it was too late to get anything other than from the hotel room service. I picked up the phone and rang to desk.
"Room service."
"Could I have something light sent up to Room 1408?"
"We have only limited service at this hour, sir. I can have some snack chips or something brought up."
"No, that's OK. I guess I can wait until breakfast."
"I'm sure we can find something for you, sir. I'll have the kitchen crew pull something together for you and we'll bring it up."
"No, please don't bother."
"It's not a bother, sir. We insist. It will be on the house since the main kitchen is closed and we have caused such an inconvenience for you." The phone clicked off before I could respond.
"Oh, well," I mused. "I guess I asked for it by calling them."
A knock at the door and the words, "Room service." forced me out of my muse. I went to the door thinking, "That was fast." I opened the door and ...
Snap, snap! Handcuffs slapped my wrists before I could react. Two bouncers in shiny clothes pulled me from the room. In the hall stood an obviously female person in similar shiny clothing. My vision went black as a hood was pulled over my head and a thick mass of rubber was pumped full in my mouth. The sweet odor of rubber assailed my senses as I breathed through the tubing shoved into my nose.
I struggled in vain as the gorillas dragged me down the hall. We were soon in the elevator and descending. The elevator stopped and I was hauled out. I was carried down a flight of stairs and along more another long corridor. My feet barely touched the ground as the two thugs hauled me along. A door opened and I heard muffled grunts, as I was drug through it. My arms were hauled overhead and my arms were lifted until my feet barely touched the ground.
Suddenly my vision returned as a blinder was removed from the hood. I was hanging by a chain that passed through the links of the cuffs. I looked up and saw the cuffs had extra wide and padded wristlets to protect my wrists from cutting, though they were still uncomfortable. I could look side to side and see quite a bit of a large basement room. There were six others hanging like slabs of meat. Each was hooded and fearful eyes could be seen from behind the rubber sheaths. I was still fully dressed. Two of the others were as well. Three of them were in underwear and one was actually naked. Two of my companions were women by the body shape and the fact they had bras on as well as panties.
I studied the two "gorillas" that had so recently dragged to this dungeon. They were twins in shiny, now I realized, rubber. Shiny black rubber to be precise. And covered from head to toe. The insect-like snouts of respirators with intake tubes dangling added to the bizarre appearance of these two people. I could see the black hoods through the eye ports and realized that they wore similar hoods to the one that must be on my head. The skin-tight latex suits disappeared into heavy hip waders that were held by thick rubber straps to a wide latex belt around their waists. The tight suits covered their arms and hands. They stood with legs slightly spread and arms crossed as if waiting for something or someone. I ranged my eyes around the room and noted a shower/bathing area in one corner. There were enough enclosures to accommodate a dozen victims. There were several chairs like the ones in a dentist office except for some added leg stirrups like those used for birthing and obvious arm binders along the sides. These chairs were upholstered in the same shiny black latex and the chrome of the attachments contrasted sinisterly.
A door at the far end of the room opened and in walked six identical shiny figures. These were dressed in tight black latex suits that covered head to toe. The hoods were covered with tight red respirator hoods with loose long snouts giving the appearance of anteaters. Matching red corsets cinched the waists into wonderfully feminine curves while the black breasts lifted above the red support in womanly splendor. Nipples showed prominently behind the thin rubber shield. The corset enhanced the hips and the flawless beauty of the resulting bodies was breathtaking. Latex clad legs disappeared into heavier, skintight latex thigh boots. The tops of the boots bit into the tops of the rubbery thighs and obviously brushed the sides of the most private flowers hidden under the shiny skin. The heels of the boots stretched a full seven inches or more, giving the wearers a more erotic gait as they approached. Each gloved hand held a riding crop. Behind the Mistresses came another ten body guard types all dressed as the first two except they also wore a full front apron/arm sleeve bib and gauntlets. Looking much like a chemical clean-up team, they swarmed on the five other hanging victims as I watched. The two thugs near me donned their own bibs and gauntlets and soon I was joining the others.
The room arrangement allowed us to see what was happening to each other. The two naked fellows were shaved of pubic hair, the hoods were removed and their heads shaved. This was all done as they squirmed and grunted in the grip of the attendants. The mouths bulged from strap-on gags that had replaced the inflated hood gag while the procedure progressed. Then some sort of cream was spread over he entire body and the shower turned on them. Any remaining body hair disappeared. The fellows were bent over and cuffed to the floor by wrist and ankle and an enema inserted into his upended anus.
Then I was suddenly being stripped of my clothes and the hood pulled from my face. Before I could blurt out any noise, the wide shaft of a penis gag went into my mouth causing me to choke as it tickled the back of my throat. Straps held it tight as the lather was applied to my scrotum and shears were cutting off my head hair. I felt the razors stroking my crotch and balls and knew I was a clean as a baby. I was plunged into the shower and I felt the cold cream on my body and the water rushing. I saw the dark threads of body hair washed down the drain. I was bent over and locked to the restraints and the enema inserted inside me. My rectum filled to busting but the tubes were held inside me while I cramped from the liquid. The tube withdrew and the solution rushed out of me in a dark stained gush. The shower continued to run and the splatters of stuff were washed down the drain as another insertion and filling proceeded. Three times this procedure followed and three times the resultant liquid washed down the drain. Each time resulted in clearer fluid. A final fourth enema and the water ran completely clear.
I was rinsed again and dried while still in the restrained position. The feet were released to pull rubber over the feet. I made out high waist briefs with a pouch, sheath and a rather thin black rubber shaft behind the sheath Tubing and a little pump ball dangled from the point where the shaft fit onto the brief. They fellows pulled the thing up my legs and pushed the thin shaft into my sphincter. I felt it tickle my insides and it wasn't all that unpleasant. The sheath and pouch wrapped my newly shorn balls and cock in rubber and the waist was drawn over my abdomen.
Now a larger pile of rubber was presented to me. The hands began to pull this onto my legs. One leg at a time one fellow held my foot up while the other pulled and tugged at the latex. Based on the amount of rubber and the way it was being pulled on, I knew that this was a full body suit like the ones these fellows were wearing. I felt the tight rubber covering my legs and I received a sensual sensation never experienced before. The tight rubber seemed coated in some sort of lubricant that allowed easy entry but was quite cool to the touch. The rubber quickly warmed to my skin and slid erotically along the surface as it was drawn up my body. Each covered inch seemed to thrill at the massaging presence of the tight latex. The suit reached my thighs, my hips and my bent waist. The fellows finally had to let my arms loose and as I stood I saw the other victims.
The ones that had been fully clothed were in about the same level of dress as me. The others were already having the attached hoods pulled to the faces and the back zippers closed from the top of the hood to the base of the butt crack. I saw little bulbs dangling below the crotch of the men and two bulbs dangling from beneath the women's crotch area.
As the fellows fed my arms into the awaiting sleeves I heard little, "mmmmpppphhhhss" from the more fully clad folks as the attendants started squeezing the little bulbs. I realized what this meant and I squirmed under the hands that were clothing me. Soon the rubber was against my chest and I felt my nipples stiffen at the touch. Next the gag I wore was removed and the hood pulled to my face. The inflatable gag was again shoved into the mouth and pumped full before I could do anything to resist. I felt the zipper tugged down from the crown of the suit to between my legs and the tight rubber literally squeezed me into a newfound bliss. I marveled at the sudden feeling of passion and the arousal in my loins showed from behind the rubber shield. My stiffening shaft showed its tell-tell ridge as the sheathed member struggled to find a comfortable position inside the well lubricated suit. The thing in my ass suddenly expanded as one of the dressers began to pump the bulb. It filled my inside and pressed against my prostate. It felt as though it was right against the front wall of my abdomen as the intruder expanded inside me. My arousal climbed another notch from the persistent presence of the rubber shaft. I wanted to wank myself right then but the two attendants held me firmly and took me to one of the chairs.
I was soon sitting in the chair, my arms strapped to the sides and the legs spread and locked into the stirrups. In my upright position, I could see two of the others in chairs, one male and one female. A gas mask with long snout and narrow cheeks was pulled over my face. The rubber harness straps were tugged and the rubber faceplate pressed to my cheeks in an airtight seal. I saw the tubing hanging from the mask and elaborately looped over medical bottle stands. The end of the long intake tube had the shape of a phallus. Obviously, the hole at the end was where my life giving air passed to get to me.
Into this scene strode one of the earlier visions of latex beauty. She slapped my side with the crop. "I saw you try to do something very naughty just before the slaves put you in the chair. Personal gratification will not be tolerated unless permission is given." She slapped the tip of the crop to my bulge under the rubber.
She then began to stroke my face and shoulders with her gloved hands. Through the latex, the touch seemed to be amplified. It was as though the latex transmitted the touch of the fingers to a larger area. The sensation was astounding. I was discovering the allure of this material. She took up the end of my breathing tube and put it to her mouth. She suckled the sides of the thing and wrapped her tongue around the tip. Each time the tongue covered the hole, my breathing was cut off and her tongue was visually drawn into the vacuum.
"Ummmmm, that feel so good to have my tongue on this phallus. Would you like my tongue to wrap itself around you little pathetic rod?"
My eyes widened in expectancy and I nodded affirmative.
"Good. I might let you enjoy some fun if you completely please me before your stay is finished."
She climbed onto the chair and straddled it so I could see her gloriously sheathed crotch. She slowly opened a zipper at her crotch and let the rubber peel back to reveal her exposed and completely clean mons. The dripping nectar ran down her leg as she fingered herself. She continued to worship the rod on the end of my breathing hose as she stroked and pushed and fucked herself into another world. She groaned as she writhed over me. My own rock hard member ached for relief as I could do nothing but watch the spectacle above me. She shook with the first tentative wave as the orgasm rose inside her then without warning she plunged the shaft on my hose into her cunt. My breath was cut off as she rocked in ecstasy. I shook my head side to side to get air. I grunted into my gag. I tensed my muscles in an effort to escape and she just rode my breathing tube to ecstasy. This orgasm had to be less than a minute but for me with no air it was an eternity. I had long since let out my breath and couldn't refill my lungs when she pulled the shaft from her hot moist mound and closed the zipper to seal its blossom within.
I gulped the air and caught the scent of womanly heat and latex from her sex just recently removed from the phallus. I wanted this woman more than ever once her rubber scented sex had touched my soul.
She smiled at me. "In time, my dear. In time."
I looked around the room and saw very similar acts concluding at all of the chairs. One of the women victims was chained to the ceiling much as we had been when we first were brought in. Her rubber mistress was slowly walking around her. She was striking the rubbery body with her crop and taking earnestly to the suspended female. She sometimes held the breathing tube as she talked and I could see the victim squirming from lack of air. She actually went limp once, as she must have passed out before the mistress let the end go.
"Mistress Irma wasn't happy when her new rubber slut didn't hold her breath long enough when Irma put the rod inside her cunt. The slut must have passed out before she came. I suspect there will be lots of breath control training in her future," my Mistress said in a low voice. She smiled at me, "But you were perfect for a first time."
Chapter 2
The sleep sack holds me in its tight embrace. I am now a completely dedicated rubber loving being. I live only for latex, wearing latex clothing and satisfying my latex Mistress. A little over a week ago I had never even heard of such a yearning much less that I would be transformed into a completed dedicated rubber submissive, bowing to every desire of the Mistress I now worship...
That first day under her stern hand gave me new insight into the human psyche. I was exposed to such new vistas of sexual desire and passion that my mind literally crashed from the sensory overload and the experience. I was folded into the sleep pod at the end of the session and was so completely exhausted, physically and mentally that I slept dreamlessly inside the tight pod that forced me into a fetal position. I lost complete reference of time and day as I remained in the pod. I grew to love the tight closeness of the stretchy rubber. I was fed liquids through the mouth tube and swallowed the stuff greedily. I didn't have any desire to excrete solid waste, even if the plug weren't there. My stomach cramps soon subsided as the empty intestines accepted the lack of solid foods to digest.
I remained curled inside the pod. I slept. I awoke to darkness and remained in darkness until I slept again. I did piss and that stayed inside the suit that the attendants had sealed semi-permanently prior to putting me inside the pod. I felt the sweat and the piss filling the suit and flowing between my suit skin and my body. The feeling wasn't all that unpleasant and I was resigned to its presence. I wondered how the mixture would be removed from the suit a few times during waking but basically accepted that the attendants or the Mistress would take care of it.
The pod opened and I was pulled from its warm darkness. I was led to one of the shower enclosure and a hole was opened at my shoulder, while another was opened in each heel. The dark thick fluid from my body trickled out of the lower holes while the attendant put a hose to the shoulder hole. He turned a valve and warm water rushed into the suit. It flowed down the arm near the shoulder and coursed over the chest, back and other arm. The fluid made for a slickness that the suit could move easily across the body. Bubbly water flowed out of the lower opening.
The attendant lifted my arms to allow the water out of them. He then turned off the flow and let everything drain that was possible. Then he ran his hands along my arms, body and legs to force out even more water. Finally he took small patches of latex and sealed the opening back. He led me to another room. Before me sat the Mistress in regal elegance.
She was seated in her high-backed chair. The shiny black rubber catsuit hugged her body. She wore the black with red highlights corset that molded her already shapely curves to perfection. Her ample breasts rose above the restricting corset, sumptuous mounds of shiny desire. She sat cross-legged, her sheathed legs held in the heavy molded latex boots. The toes pointed at me and I felt a rush to drop to my knees and take them to my mouth and face in worship. Her hood was black with red highlights at the eyes. She chose not to wear a gas mask for this meeting. A ponytail of auburn hair sprung from the crown of the hood. The long tail fell softly down her back to the shoulders. Mistress was truly a vision of sexual desire in her latex attire. She wore a cape over her suit that opened to reveal her shape. The cape was matching black latex with a red latex lining. Bright red gauntlets covered hands that were probably already inside black matching gloves of the catsuit. The ever-present crop was in her hand and she tapped it lightly into the palm of her cross hand.
"Ah, you've had your first of many "suit baths", my rubber dear. How do you feel?" asked the Mistress.
I nodded.
"Yes, you'll get used to not being able to talk soon enough. You have been here just over three days. I thought I should tell you that, since the training period is only two weeks. You have much to learn about your new role. As my personal sex toy, you will learn to satisfy me completely in order for you to reach your own personal gratification. It will be a mutual experience, one that I hope you come to enjoy as much as I will."
She walked to me and began to rub against my rigid body. Rubber squeaked as she moved erotically against me. My shaft was soon hard again and she felt it through the rubber layers. Her cape wrapped around us. She held me close and looked into my eyes.
"You grow hard so quickly. Have you cum any since getting here?"
I nodded negative.
"That is good. You were subjected to so much sensory input that first day, yet you didn't cum. The others couldn't hold back. They were weak but you, my little toy, held out so you will get the best reward of all."
She led me to a latex covered bed and she pushed me onto its mattress. She bound my hands and feet to the corners then she pulled at the crotch removing some sort of a strip of latex tape and exposing a slit that allowed access to my sheathed cock. My rock hard shaft sprung from behind the latex for the first time since the initial entrapment. The Mistress climbed onto me and she looked at my gas mask. She pulled it from my head and deflated the gag. The gag actually was sealed to the hood with zips and she pulled it from my mouth. She pushed her mouth to mine and took my tongue into her mouth. I tasted her mouth for the first time and the memory of her wet rubber scented sex filled my head. She opened the zip to her crotch and lowered her hot wet cunt onto my throbbing shaft. She began to pump furiously up and down as She sucked the life from my tongue. The denial for so long and this sudden intense attack of rubber sex were too much as I shot into the sheath. She kept on pumping on my cock, though, oblivious to my orgasm. I stifled my scream of lust as her mouth remained locked to mine. I didn't lose my strength, though. My shaft remained stiff as she arched her back and let out a cry of passion and went rigid from her own gripping orgasm. She suddenly reversed and I found her dripping mound in my face. The cape fell loosely about my head and I could only focus on the shiny latex-covered curves of the ass and the rubber-framed flower dripping its sweet nectar. She took my hard shaft to her mouth and licked her own love juice from the rubber sheath as I was presented a vision of heaven. I let her settle onto my face and my tongue explored the deep recesses of her flower as I sucked at her potion greedily. Her sweet juice mixed with the hint of rubber overwhelmed me and as she quickly came in another explosive release, she brought me to a second equally powerful climax.
Mistress held her position and forced me to minister to her aromatic sex. She wriggled and bucked to position herself so my tongue could reach all of the secret recesses of her glorious slit. I sucked and licked her clitoris swollen by my attention. I reached the tongue deeply into her gash and she moved to position the rough muscle against the top wall of her inner most spot. She slowly undulated on my face alternately cutting off air then letting me gasp for breath.
She grasped me in her rubbery fingers and raked them along the shaft. The sheath, slick from my lubricating cum, slid easily along the rod that again grew hard from her strokes. She held me tightly in her grip. She raked the shaft and squeezed the head. She wrapped thumb and finger around the base forming a cock ring of living rubber-clad flesh. She wrapped the other hand similarly and pulled it along the length of the shaft as she held the tight vice grip at the base. Her mouth went to the tip of the sheath and suckled the head as hands stroked or gripped alternately. As she brought my building passions toward another raging release, her own waves of release were heralded by her tight press to my face, her arching back, and her muffled cries of ecstasy.
In my delirium, I had no idea how many times she went rigid, cutting off my air but in one final thrust, she held me breathless for long seconds and I shot a third load into the protective sheath. With that final explosion she lifted from me and I gasped greedily for air. She began to fumble with my crotch area and I realized the tape was returning to the slit, sealing me back inside the suit until she chose to pleasure me again.
She rolled from me and stuffed the gag back into my mouth before I could even say a word. The rubber filled the mouth. I saw her close the zip of her suit, sealing her own flower behind the latex and she fell exhausted against me, snuggling her hot rubber form to the natural curve of my side. The cape fell over our two bodies as she pillowed her head to my shoulder and I soon heard her even breathing of contented sleep. Soon after, I too fell asleep, completely satisfied and exhausted from the rubber experience.
Chapter 3
The sleep sack awakes me with the soft vibration at my crotch. It's enough to arouse but it doesn't allow me to cum. I await the opening of the sack by an attendant. I yearn to see Mistress today. It's been four days that I have not been brought into her presence. I wonder if I failed some subtle test and the punishment is banishment from her sight and the chance to please her every desire. The zipper opens and I am allowed out of the sack. I disconnect the gas mask tubes from the breathing port and exhaust ports and stretch inside my tight rubbery skin. I feel the latex grow taught and its resistance to the stretch, its desire to return to the neutral elasticity massages me and I thrill to the rubbery touch.
The morning routine begins again. I go to the feeding station and attach the feeding tube to the drinking tube of the gas mask. The gas mask tube is a hard rubber internal tube that fits beneath the inflated gag and pushes the nutrient fluid to the back of my mouth where I chokingly swallow. The measured fluid assures my body needs are met. I marvel at the fact that I have had no solid waste movement since that initial purge after arriving at this place. I feel the sloshing of sweat about my calves and realize that today will probably be a "suit bath" day. I am glad that I have been more permanently plumbed for my liquid waste relief.
Some time after the first bath, the tip of my sheath was opened. A short length of tube on the end of a partial sheath was rolled over the damaged sheath and glued in place. The attached tube was fed through a small opening in my suit and glued. The tube had a small stopper on the end and was covered with latex flaps much like the overlapping flaps of standard briefs. Whenever I want to relieve myself, and if I am not tied up with some training session, I can find a relief station, pull the flaps open to reveal the stoppered tube, remove the stopper and connect the tube to a mated length of waste line at the station.
When sexual activity is anticipated, an attendant taught me to open my suit and remove the sheath tube and replace it with a standard sheath. I have also been taught how to remove and replace the latex tape that seals my suit at the crotch and at the bathing holes. There seems to be an unlimited supply of latex tape and patches to assure that the suit remains completely sealed except for those times needed for hygiene or for the times mistresses want to use the actual member of a toy. I have been offered a chance to be surgically altered to route my waste away from my organ. Mistress has told me that would then dedicate my tool for the sole purpose of sexual pleasure. I am toying with this idea but have made no decision yet...
Training involved various classes on the psyche of latex loving, the bondage discipline relationship, the submissive/dominant partnership and complete rubber bondage servitude. Lessons often were taught through example. Each of us became unwitting though often willing subjects on the lessons of sensory deprivation, total latex enclosure, arousal longevity, and orgasm control. Every lesson was designed to make us completely attentive and subservient vassals to our Mistresses. It didn't take long to realize that there were no masters in the group. The male had no place in control in our assembly.
Most of the classes were held at the Agency National offices. To my surprise, National had been converted into a congregation of latex bondage, servitude, and love. Over the years I had noted that women were filling most of the high level positions but out in the field, I had no idea what the real reason for this was. Many of us often speculated at the reason and thought it was something to do with the administration's policy to increase management opportunities for women and minorities. Little did we know the Agency was being changed into a latex institution controlled by dominant rubber mistresses.
"This device allows two slaves to pleasure each other for as long as a Mistress desires. The slaves must continuously pleasure the partner or risk suffocation. I will now show you the salient parts of this item," Slave David was instructing while Mistress Tammy stood in back. The class had all ten of us and the rubber sack hanging near David looked a little like a wheat sack with two sets of attached legs and arms. The legs were on opposing ends of the wide latex torso as were the arms. Between each set of arms and legs was a bulge that connected to the crotch area and the shoulders of the arms.
"Two slaves can be sealed inside this device in the sixty-nine position. The hoods are attached to the crotch of the other slave. A breathing tube feeds along the back of the hood but it is open only when either the tongue is pressed into the crotch of the other slave or when a cock sheath is held in the mouth," Slave David pointed to the clever valve system that worked as he inserted his finger into the connecting opening to demonstrate the breathing valve. "The valves work either way depending on which direction the thrust comes from. This means that either tongue inserted into the pussy or cock inserted in either slave's mouth can obtain satisfaction and air."
Slave David paired us up for the demonstration. Mistress Tammy supervised as the first pair, two female slaves, was fitted into the bondage device. The gags were removed from hoods, crotch slits opened and inflatable dildos removed to reveal rubber-lined pussies. The suit pulled onto the first slave's body. The heavy rubber hung loosely as her head was fitted into the hood and the internal zip to her half of the bag closed. David then laid her down and took the second slave and pushed her legs into the appropriate holes. Her open crotch snuggled right against the first slave's hooded head as he fed her arms into the sleeves and pushed her head into the awaiting crotch. Rubber legs and arms stuck out of the latex enclosure forming a fantastic arachnid. Legs were pulled up and locked together with restraints that held the head of the other slave tightly in the vice-grip of the rubber thighs. The arms were wrapped lovingly around the other and cuffed. We watched in fascination as the two first struggled for air and Slave David said, "Tongues Use your tongues."
The transformation was magical as the two slaves attacked each other with a vengeance. The two writhing figures strained at their bonds. We stood in rapt attention as they carried each other to orgasmic delight inside the heavy rubber device. Legs squeezed tightly and arms gripped in rigid embrace as they both exploded in passionate lust. Tongues relaxed and then attacked again as they realized they had to continue or suffocate. The two were soon riding to another rubbery orgasm as Slave Davis took another pair and led them to a bag. These two were male/female.
"Ah, the female will have it so much better than the male in this arrangement. She just has to accept his cock and suck it as she desires. He, on the other hand, must use his tongue on her cunt incessantly for life-giving air."
The two were soon trussed up inside the bondage-sack-for-two and writhing away as his tongue attacked her cunt and she sucked at his cock as reward for his attention to her pussy. As she came with her first orgasm, her head pushed hard against the base of his crotch region and her too went rigid.
"She might just bite him if she isn't careful. Of course she's going to come many more times than he will. It's the luck of being the female. You'd be amazed how many cock sheaths have to be replaced after one of these sessions," David elaborated before turning to the next pair.
I wasn't all that surprised. The idea of a woman completely engrossed in sexual frenzy sucking me was as arousing a vision as I could imagine. Seeing it transpire before my eyes made me so aroused that I almost wanted to push forward to be next. But as a slave, I knew that punishment for such a display would be both swift and severe.
Mistress Tammy was licking her lips and fingering her crotch in the rear as the third couple was being prepared for service. The other two continued to writhe at the front of the room, engrossed in sexual frenzy. The whole scene had a surreal eroticism emphasized by the building aroma of hot rubber and aroused bodies. Four slaves, me included watched quietly as the third pair was transformed into a rutting rubber rage. I glanced to Mistress Tammy and saw her eyes glassy with desire. She saw my glance and her eyes went steely. I shivered, as I knew my glance had been ill timed and inappropriate.
Mistress Tammy came to me and took my arm, pulling me to the front. "Put him in next and I'll be his partner. He will know the price of lusting for a Mistress."
My cock sheath was opened, the waste tubing replaced with a sheath and the gag removed before I was helped into the sack. My cock stood gloriously exposed behind the sheath, a signal to all of my current arousal. My arms fed through the sleeve openings and my head into the hood, I was blinded. The heavy rubber closed tightly about me and i put my tongue into the hole to open the breathing flap. Soon I was laying down and I felt Mistress Tammy's weight as she was being fitted into her part of the device. The aroma of her open cunt assailed my nose as she nestled herself to my mouth. I put my tongue inside her and drank her sweet juices as her mouth closed around my sheathed manhood. I sucked and drew at her cunt. I pushed the tongue deep into the corners and crevices of her flower. I gloried at her scent. I realized that having her was a special treat over one of the slaves that would have been sheathed. I nurtured the experience and felt her tensing in her first orgasm. She sucked at my cock and drew my rigid member quickly toward release as she tensed in another explosive release. I felt her draw me deeply into her mouth and her tongue wrapped around me as I exploded in shuddering ecstasy and shot my cum into the sheath.
"That's one," I heard a muffled voice from outside the bondage say. "Five more and the Slave can be released."
"My gosh!" I thought. Mistress Tammy had already come twice so the count was based on my orgasms. How long would we be locked together in this bondage before I came six times?
Mistress Tammy stopped her sucking, though she made sure to hold me in her mouth by lightly pulling at my softening shaft. Meantime I had to keep my tongue at work since my breathing was based on maintaining my presence inside her cunt. As she approached another orgasm, she bit my cock and eagerly sucked it. I came my second time but now I was exhausted as the inevitable recharge cycle began in earnest. Her next orgasm was a slow and rolling one that she rode blissfully while she held my semi-hard cock in her mouth. I realized this bondage was going to take a long time. I only hoped that she grew tired of it before I had to achieve six orgasms, otherwise, we were going to be bound a very long time.
Chapter 4
I finish dressing in the clothes for the trip. My hood is covered with a fleshy latex mask of myself. The hair in the scalp is mine, salvaged from the first shaving. Fleshy gloves that reach under my sleeves are in place. For all appearances I look like any traveler. My suitcase is full of my new wardrobe, nothing but latex items that complement my now hidden suit. Mistress Tammy is ready for the journey. She will check us for the flight since my gag mutes me. She speaks for me now and I exist only to serve her.
I help Mistress with her bags and we go outside the complex for the first time in the two weeks I've been here. The day is cloudy and cool, but I am sweating inside my rubber suit that is under the street clothes. I can only guess at the sweet odor the two of us produce from the hidden latex garments. But I am not in any position to think. I am Tammy's devoted rubber slave toy...
The seven hours of our linking when she brought me to six rapturous climaxes in rubber bound us forever. She came at least twenty times during the ordeal and we were so exhausted in the end that it took four attendants to get us out of the bondage suit and put us to bed. Mistress Tammy insisted that I be placed with her in her bed and she cuddled me lovingly as we fell into dreamless sleep. Before falling asleep, an attendant replaced the broken sheath on my cock with the waste tube sheath. True to the words of Slave David, Mistress bit the sheath open and took my cum in her passion. My suit was sealed closed, as we lay too exhausted to move. My limbs ached from the long bondage in the awkward position; my satisfaction at my accomplishment exceeded any reward I had ever received before.
Mistress nudged me awake. Then she opened herself to me and let me enjoy her sweet love potion. I drank in her fragrance and took her to a slow arousal. The room seemed enveloped in light gauze enhanced by the deep love and commitment I felt for this rubber vixen. She slowly undulated against my face as she rubbed my stiffening manhood. The cock formed a long bulge in the suit and she stroked it as I sucked her vine. She came in erotic joy and I drank her juice as it flowed to my mouth. I shot my load into the sheath beneath the suit and she rolled off of me.
"Rest a bit more, my toy," she said. "I have to get things ready for our trip."
This was the one thing I never expected. I assumed that my training would end but I would remain here at the Agency Headquarters. Did this trip mean I had to leave this rubbery bliss? But she did say "our trip" so I could only guess at the future...
We are flying across the country now. The plane is cruising at 33,000 feet. Mistress has informed the flight attendants that we do not need anything and she is holding my head in her bosom. Through the cotton blouse, I can tell there is rubber beneath, just as there is rubber under my clothes. She has put a blanket over us and she teases my sheathed cock with her fleshy latex hands. I am working my hand inside the unzipped blue jeans and rubbing the rubber shield next to her hot pussy. We are both in heavenly bliss and oblivious to the passengers around us. An older lady passes and smiles knowingly at us. She says, "You two must be very much in love."
Tammy replies, "We are."
Our trip to Region will usher in the next phase of the plan. Soon all ten Regional Offices will be centers for latex training and conversion. From our offices and through our original Agency mission to provide services throughout the entire government, we will slowly convert the entire executive service to rubberism. Tammy has explained the mission earnestly. The goal is the complete assimilation of the population into the latex life style.
For my own small part, I am proud to be the personal rubber toy and slave of the Director of Rubber Conversion for the Northwest Region. I look forward to long years in her service and in her loving embrace.
Story Submitted By RbrBill
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