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Shirley's Conversion WINNER
Contest #6
Prologue:
I clicked on the e-mail button in the left corner of the site and the e-mail
window opened for me. I typed in the body of my message. I reread it to
make certain that everything was right. I clicked the "OK" button and the
secure screen with address and phone contact number and credit card request
appeared. I had reached this screen five times before in the past two
months and always hesitated.
I resolved to follow through this time. Our relationship was in need of
serious repair. My wife absolutely refused to consider any of my fantasies.
She wouldn't even try on the simplest item I requested. She had now known
about my quirk for over ten years and we had been married over twenty years.
I was reaching the mid-life time that marked the relationship with a need
to spice up the old habits. I wanted to have the change be with my partner.
She had gone on a couple of extended trips away from me, testing how she
might feel apart, yet she didn't really want to break our bond that had
developed over twenty years either. I sensed it and loved her more for it.
Then I found the web site, Unlimited Fantasies for Love. I read the
description of the product and knew that this might be the place to find our
lost spark and rekindle the lust for love in the relationship. Still I
hesitated, preparing the e-mail but never following through with the request
five times before this fateful night. I was over 2000 miles from home on
the opposite side of the country. I was on extended assignment and I was
lonely. I was also dressed to surf in four latex catsuits, three hoods, and
gloves and was just hot enough to follow my feelings of the moment and not
the brain. Oh, if this worked! My wife would be transformed by the
adventure.
Two thousand miles away and twenty-four hours later, the fantasy began. The
van sat in the driveway of the small house in Everett. The occupants of the
van had been watching from down the street until Shirley pulled into the
drive and opened the garage door. She pulled the Mazda into the garage and
closed the door. Inside the garage, she took the groceries from the back
and went inside. The house seemed so empty when he was off on travel. She
missed him but she always was piqued by the idea that he was dressed in his
loathsome rubber. She couldn't understand what rubber did for him and why.
Sure, he had talked to her about it a few times and she clearly let him know
that she was not interested in something so bizarre. She even wondered
about his sexual orientation, surely real men who loved women didn't put
such a barrier between them. Maybe he was playing with other people when he
was on these trips, using the rubber for protection and cheating on her,
expending his love on some worthless whore dressed in rubber.
She recoiled at the thought and shoved it to the back of her mind. Still it
was one of the many times she thought he might be cheating her and even his
protestations of innocence and only using his rubber alone didn't satisfy
her. She still had the thought that he might love some material more than
her and that also disgusted her. Was she just a piece of furniture that
something like rubber could replace? Sure when he was home, he was
attentive and loving. He certainly didn't fail to love her at home, but his
trips were so frequent and he was often away so long that she knew his
second mistress, rubber, was a powerful influence in his life and she
was...jealous? Yes she laughed at that, jealous of one of those ugly black
suits she had taken out of the bag the time so many years go. It seemed
absurd yet when he was gone and she started thinking about the bag of black
rubber she always went down that path.
This was unproductive thinking. She slammed the car door and headed into
the house. He should call tonight. He'll probably be sitting in his room,
dressed in that rubber, though she was never sure. Sometimes she called him
and the phone would ring into voice-mail. She would leave a quick message
and he would always call back inside fifteen minutes. "I was in the
bathroom" was his excuse and she wondered. Maybe he was in the suits with
those face things and had to remove them before he could talk to her.
Sometimes his voice was hoarse and deep and she knew he must be in that
rubber, but she never was certain.
She thumped the bag on the counter and flicked on the TV. The Philippine
Channel was showing one of the endless variety shows. As she watched the
entertainer came out in a tight shiny sleeveless body suit...the stuff was
everywhere! Even her Philippine Channel had entertainers beginning to
venture into that clothing. Not that she would look bad in it. She was
still slim and sexy. Her light tan skin and exotic face and large oval eyes
always attracted looks. Her shiny black straight hair fell to the middle of
her shoulders and she knew she was still pretty. Sweet sixteen, never been
touched, never been kissed...well that was a few years back but she still
had her looks. She watched the dancers gyrating on the screen and wondered
what she would look like in those clothes; still her conservative side
shunned the idea of dressing like a slut. She set to putting the groceries
away.
The van occupants waited patiently. They had hours to determine routine and
to figure out the best way to make their move. The leader was leaning
toward the "flowers from a loved one" method of gaining entry to the
subject's home.
First Discovery:
Her agitation grew as she thought about him back east doing something dirty
with his rubber. She decided to rearrange the bedroom to vent her unease.
She cleaned the house, top to bottom, or rearranged the rooms regularly when
she was frustrated. She knew Bill was making full use of his outlet and she
was alone with only her thoughts. She pulled the drawers from the dresser
to make it easier to move. One drawer slipped from the bed and the contents
tumbled out. Now on top was a plastic bag with some red things inside. She
opened the bag and the odor of raw rubber assailed her senses. She wrinkled
her nose in disgust but she took out the panties and the bra inside to
survey them. They were relatively small. The panties looked much like her
satin panties. The bra was coarsely made but the inside latex was smooth.
She set them on the bed and pushed the furniture around in the new
arrangement. She took the rubber things and put them back in the bag but
rather than the drawer, she slid them under her pillow. After her shower,
she was toweling off her hair. She looked at the pillow and a thought crept
into her head, "Why not?"
She pulled the things from under the pillow and looked more closely. These
weren't like those suits she saw in the suitcase. These were quite dainty
looking and were red, not that ugly black. She felt how smooth the material
was and how soft it seemed to be. These panties seemed so innocent.
They didn't have that thing inside that was meant to fit inside her, like
the black panties she saw with Bill's things that one time. He had let her
try them once and suggested that she could use them whenever he was away,
but she never got past looking at that black phallus and afraid of what
putting it on would do to her.
She actually began to wonder how these red things would feel on her skin.
Without that thing cleaving her pek-pek, pussy, she decided this might be a
tolerable experiment. Besides, she could always give him a call and tell
him what she had found. She figured that would give him one of the biggest
shocks, and maybe even a thrill, of the day since he was probably dressed in
one of those suits of his.
She took out the rubber and put some powder inside. She figured that must
be the way to do it since Bill seemed to have a rather large need for
powder. She stretched the leg openings and slipped the panties onto her
legs. She pulled them up to her crotch and the latex nestled right against
her skin. The bra had no hooks so she pulled it up her legs and over her
hips. She slipped it on up her waist and belly to her chest. With a
struggle she was able to work the cups over her breasts. The latex cupped
her mounds in a soft embrace. She felt the rubber rubbing her skin as she
moved to put on her shorts. She suddenly felt naughty as the latex at her
crotch stroked the outer gates of her pek-pek and she felt a surprising
thrill shudder through her body. The rubber was getting hot and to her
surprise, so was she! She stroked the cups of her bra and the feel
transmitted to the skin made her shiver in delight. God, she was wantonly
thinking thoughts that a good Catholic isn't supposed to think!
She checked the time. It was late enough to give Bill a call. It would be
about 8:30 in the east. The phone rang four times then went into the voice
mail. This time a smile rather than a frown came to her face as she left a
message, "Honey, give me a call as soon as you get this. I found something
in a drawer and we need to talk." She hung up the phone, "That'll get him
worried," she thought as she waited.
2000 miles away, I listened to the voice mail as I pulled three hoods off my
head. Right away "drawer" set off the alarm in my head, but she didn't
really sound mad or desperate, as was often the case when she called. I
dialed home and waited for her to come on line.
"Hello."
"Hi, Hon, I got your call."
"Where are you?" she asked.
I always thought that was a silly question since I could only be on the
phone at the hotel room. "In my room."
"Why didn't you answer the phone?"
"I was in the bathroom," I said with my usual excuse.
"What you doing?"
"Just watching some TV."
"Are you sure? You're not on your computer?"
"I was getting ready to check some messages, but it's just coming on."
"I found someone's things in the drawer today. Where did they come from?"
"What things?"
"They were rubber," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Those are for you, Hon," I stumbled a bit but was now sort of glad the
issue was open.
"They are? What do you expect me to do with them?" she was already
fingering the front of the panty and becoming quite excited as she talked.
"Well, I was getting up the courage to give them to you, Hon."
"So are you just watching TV?"
"That's it."
"You sure you're not wearing any of that ugly black rubber stuff of yours?"
She asked and stated at the same time.
"Um, well..."
"Don't lie to me, Mister. I can tell when you're lying even over the phone
and especially when all my senses are aroused by those things I found!"
"What?" Did I hear her right? Did she just tell me that she was wearing
the stuff?
"You heard me! Now tell me if you're in any of your stuff."
"Yes, Hon, I'm wearing all of it, except the hoods."
"Why don't you put your hoods on and log onto the computer. I'll IM you in
a minute."
She hung up.
I pulled the hoods back on my head a bit confused. I stuffed the nose tubes
in and tucked the hoods under the collars of the catsuits. I sat at the
computer, which was already on, and waited for the AOL instant messenger to
signal.
I barely heard the "ding" from inside the hoods.
I opened the window and read, "Hon, tell me why you like rubber again."
I typed back with several mistakes, glove fumbles and the racing thoughts in
the head were just too much for accurate typing, "I like how it caresses
the entire body like hundreds of massaging fingers. I like the way it pulls
and tugs as I move in it and the added feel as touch spreads beyond the
point of actual contact. I like the way I can feel protected and removed
from outside problems as I turn my thoughts inward. I like the tightness
embracing me all over."
"Do you love it?"
"I love you."
"Do you love rubber?"
"I enjoy rubber more like a very close and understanding friend."
"Do you love it?"
"I love you. I am very fond of what rubber does to me and the feelings it
brings to me and the closeness I feel when I'm in it and thinking of you."
"Do you love rubber?"
"Not in the same way I love you. I mean it's not living and it cannot love
back. It enhances my feeling toward you when I'm in it."
"Even when I'm here and you're there?"
"Sure, I always wonder what would happen if you decided to give some rubber
a try."
"Well, I'm actually enjoying the feel of the stuff against my pek-pek. I
can rub the outside and it is making me feel really hot."
"Now who's making who hot," as I suddenly felt my tool stir inside the
layers. Shirley was really taking the first tentative steps into latex and
I was 2000 miles away.
"I'm not so sure about this thing, though. If I call again, can you talk?"
"Not too well. You won't understand a thing because the hoods and the mouth
tube make talking very hard."
"Answer the phone when I call."
"OK." The message, "Lheytg has logged off," came on the screen.
The phone rang.
"Hhhhhmmmmmooooollo."
"What?"
"Hhhheeeeemmmmmllllhpo."
"That's too funny! You're really all covered up in that stuff. I still
don't get the idea of that but I am beginning to understand a little about
how it might feel. Better get back to your computer, Hon, I'll let you go
now. Have fun, though I still can't figure out how."
What was to be the final outcome of this little moment? Then I remembered
the e-mail. She would learn a whole lot more than she imagined before the
next day was over. Three hours later I was getting ready to log off and
crawl out of my rubber world. I was always reluctant to surface from
beneath the warm comfort of this rubbery world, but it had to be done. The
"ding" of an IM and I saw Lheytg was messaging me. "You're still here? I
was about to go to bed. The panties and bra have really gotten me all
squishy feeling inside. You still dressed?"
"Yes. I was just about to get out of the things."
"I see. So you don't wear them to bed."
"Sometimes, but not tonight. I'm ready to clean up."
"Well, I'm going to see what happens if I sleep in these tonight. Did you
cum tonight?"
"Well, yes, I came twice, once while we were chatting earlier <smile> and
then again as I thought how you might look all covered in rubber and sitting
on top of me."
"Well, I'm still not too sure about that full cover thing. Promise you'll
wear some rubber tonight while you sleep so I won't feel alone here."
"Ok. I'll wear a brief and the wrestling suit."
"Wrestling suit?"
"It's a one piece suit kind of like a woman's swimming suit."
"Wear one of those full suits too, if you really love me."
"You want me to do that?"
"Well, if I'm in this panty and bra you got me, I want to make sure that you
are thinking about nothing but you, me and rubber."
"Ok, Honey, I'll wear a full suit too."
"And one of your face things too."
"Gosh, I'll try but I never can sleep when I put one of those on."
That's good! You can think of me all night as I explore these new thoughts.
Good night."
"Good night. Love you."
She logged out right after that exchange.
Shirley went to bed and was slowly rubbing the panties. She actually felt
the shudder of orgasm from her own touching, the second one since she had
put the panties on. She slipped into a light sleep as her rubberized
pek-pek twitched in such a satisfactory way.
The Plan Hatches
The van pulled into the driveway and the fellow in a florist delivery
uniform got out and headed to the door. He carried a large basket of
flowers as he walked to the door and rang the bell.
Shirley was startled by the doorbell. She got up and peeked out the window
and saw the delivery fellow. Bill must have been thinking of her, she
thought as she saw the basket of flowers. She opened the door to accept the
basket.
"Good morning, ma'am. Flowers for Shirley from Bill, with love," the
delivery guy said.
"Thank you." Shirley took the flowers. She sniffed at them and was
surprised that the flowers smelled vaguely of latex. She moved to close the
door when the fellow moved swiftly in and pushed a damp cloth to her face.
"Relax, sweetie. We'll take very good care of you."
Everything went dark for Shirley.
She was awake and aware that she was completely immobilized. She felt the
full blob in her mouth and tried to get her hand up to her face. She
couldn't move. Well that wasn't quite true. She could move some but
restraints held arms, legs head and torso tightly. She could strain and
struggle and then there was that tight feeling on all of her skin. She felt
like she was wrapped up in some sort of thick skin. She wriggled her
fingers and knew they were in gloves. The material was very elastic so she
could only think of rubber gloves but these gloves didn't feel anything like
those ones for doing dishes. She felt something inside her pek-pek that
filled her. She sort of heard the rumble of an engine but she wasn't fully
sure of that since her ears seemed to be plugged and she had no idea what
was covering her head so tightly.
She struggled and pulled at her restraints in alarm and tried to shake her
head to no avail. Her protest silenced by the gag. She recognized the odor
from the time she looked into Bill's suitcase, or her little game with the
panties so recently, and wondered if she was in rubber things like his. She
struggled harder and the wide bindings bit into her skin.
Through her layered covering, she heard a voice. "Better calm her down."
The fullness in her pek-pek erupted with life. She felt something stroking
at her breasts and the skin covering her seemed to amplify the touch beyond
the immediate point of contact. She was afraid...terrified. She didn't
know what was happening to her. She was being sexually assaulted by the
intruding shaft inside her. All of her upbringing said that this was wrong,
yet that shaft and those touches to her tits, her disorientation, the first
latex thrills last night, and the terror combined in an elixir as potent as
any sexual desire she had experienced. She was becoming aroused despite the
situation. She was still struggling for freedom but another part of her was
telling to not try too hard to get loose, yet.
She exploded in a wracking orgasm that started in the center of her pek-pek
and spread like a tsunami through her entire body. She felt her muscles
tensing against the bonds and as the final orgasmic wave released she
writhed and struggled with all her pent up passion. GOD! It was better
than any time Bill had licked her so fervently and brought on those sensual
waves that so gloriously immersed her in that sensual warmth from pure
carnal satisfaction. She thrust and bucked at her bonds, panting rapidly
through the restricted breathing tubes. The whole experience was one of
sound and heat and overpowering touching from the suit that completely
covered her and massaged her as she writhed in her ecstasy.
The buzzing didn't stop and she was soon propelled up another steep slope to
the abyss of pleasure and plunging headlong into its depths. Her screams
were muted grunts but discernable to the watching guards.
"Let her cum four more times then she should be relaxed enough to sleep
some," she heard distantly through the hood covering her head. God, could
she survive four more assaults on her body like what she had just
experienced? Then her mind became completely focussed on not only
surviving, but also reveling in the whole erotic experience. Already she
was wondering if Bill had anything to do with this but she couldn't think
any more about that as the building flood washed over her again.
Revelations
The bright light blinded her as the gas mask was pulled off her face. She
was still immobile. She had no idea how long her imprisonment had been and
she didn't know when it might end. The drive to this place seemed so long
ago. The blur of the time passed through her thoughts whenever the sexual
stimulus on her body relented. She knew that her bodily functions were
monitored and she knew that when she had to do her business, it was carried
away. She didn't know that the plug in her ass was ingeniously mated with
tubing to carry away her waste. She barely felt the catheter attached to
her urethra that allowed her to pee. Her cycle was reduced to very
fundamental reality. The tubing in her hood would introduce a thick broth
to her three times a day. Water or juice would be given regularly. The
vibrator in her pek-pek would come on and drive her to ecstasy while little
clamps squeezed at her rubber-clad nipples several times a day.
After endless time in darkness, the return of sight was a shock. No less a
shock than the reflection she saw in the mirrored ceiling. In a pool of
light was the glossy black form of a rubber-clad woman. The figure was
tightly wrapped in latex from head to toe. A corset with red highlights
squeezed the waist severely. Breasts and hips stood out in stark contrast
to the wasp-like waist, the shiny black latex reflecting the shapely
perfection of those glorious globes. Long spike heels seemed to grow from
the feet. The shiny hood hid the face. The woman was reclining in a chair,
her arms, legs and torso held with wide thick rubber straps. As she moved
her head slightly, the reflection reacted. She balled her left fist and saw
the reflection ball its fist. The slow realization that this rubberized
goddess was she sank in. She could move her head to the side and see some
of the room. For the most part, everything was in gloom. Her lounge chair,
much like a dentist chair, was the center of a spot lit circle. All manner
of devices hung from shiny chrome stanchions arrayed around the edge of the
chair. The chair was latex covered and had indentations that fit her
features. She felt the fullness of the plug in her bottom and the
ever-present shaft filling her pek-pek. She thought back to the last hours
or days or months, she had no clue how long...
Writhing in her lust she would moan into her gag and wish for the torture to
end, just not now. Every muscle tensed against the bonds as she rode wave
on wave of orgasmic pleasure. Then she would be allowed to drift to sleep.
The routine remained unbroken for so many cycle periods that she lost count.
She had despaired that she would never leave this place yet she would wish
for the sensual journey to never end.
Sleep cycles were another matter. Exhausted from the physical demands, she
would quickly drop into a light slumber. Her circumstance never allowed her
to reach deep sleep. She felt the tight latex covering every inch of her
body and filling every opening. There was no retreat from this dominant
fact and her continued arousal was assured by the persistent sensory input
from the latex. She dreamed new and hereto before unthinkable dreams. She
found herself surrounded by attentive rubber clad lovers. Gloved hands
sensually massaged her to erotic pleasure. Bill would be there to drop
between her shiny rubberized thighs and lavish his attention on her
demanding pek-pek. His tongue swirling around the edges of the latex gate
and into her heavenly realm as she grasped him with her gloved hand and
wanked his thick rubberized butu, cock, in jerking orgasm. She thrilled as
he shot his hot cum into the sheath and she could feel the warm and slick
stuff under the rubber as his tongue attacked her peerless pearl with added
vigor.
She would demand he use a hollow strap-on and ravage her sheathed pek-pek
and drive her to multiple orgasms, the thick sheath keeping him from his own
pleasure until, completely sated in her own lust, she would wrap her gloved
hand tightly around the thick rubber shaft and bring him to glorious
explosion.
In her state of euphoria, she was never certain if these dreams resulted in
orgasms or just imagined lust. She knew that as she came in the dreams she
usually roused from her sleep, briefly lifting above the dark surface of a
smooth black lake and briefly remembering her circumstance as she blindly
blinked in the darkness of the hoods and gas mask.
During her waking moments she was completely filled with the feel, sounds
and smell of latex. She felt the constant squeeze of the stretchy elastic
on her skin. She heard the popping of the gas mask valves and the rushing
sound of her breath as it passed through tubing and into her lungs. She
heard or felt her racing heart beating in her arousal. She smelled the
thick sweet rubber that was introduced into her breathing tubing. She felt
the massaging clamps and the pulsing vibrator whenever they came to life.
She felt the suit pull at her skin as she strained in her restricted
movements and hot orgasm welled up from her innermost depths and washed over
her body in tingling rapture. Soon she began to wonder how she could
continue this journey that must surely end much too soon.
The Final Surprise
"Honey, I'm home," I called out as I went into the house.
My voice echoed in the empty rooms. I started looking around for Shirley.
Strange, she wasn't anywhere. The Mazda was in the garage so where could
she be? I looked for a note. Maybe she had walked to the store up the
street. I noticed the house was a bit messy, not terribly messy but by
Shirley's standards it was a bit messy. The bed was still unmade, for
example.
I decided to check messages. The machine groaned to life.
Message 1, "Hi Bill, it Mother, call me when you get a chance."
Message 2, "It's Mother again, call me."
Message 3, "Shirley? It's Mother; make sure Bill calls me when he gets
home."
Message 4, "Mr. Gains, please call us as soon as you get this message,
800-528-3958. It is about your wife and our training session for her that
you requested."
Now that was odd. I had been gone over four weeks. The training was
supposed to be a one-week session. So what was this all about? I dialed
the number.
"Unlimited Fantasies. How may I direct your call?"
"Um, I have a message to contact you. This is Bill Gains."
"Yes, Mr. Gains. We were expecting your call, please hold."
Frankie Goes to Hollywood music, "Relax" came onto the line.
I thought, "I guess its better than Muzak."
Click, ringing, "Mr. Gains?"
"Yes."
"I'll get straight to the point. You ordered a one-week standard session in
latex conversion and, well, we had to apply the deluxe three-week session to
completely convert her."
"So what is this about? Do you expect me to pay for the longer treatment?
I mean you didn't contact me or anything."
"No sir. That's not it at all. The additional training is taken care of.
It just a matter of, well, there are some special considerations that
require you to visit our site and receive some additional instructions on
the more subtle aspects of Shirley's new desires."
"I don't really understand. What sort of considerations?"
"It would be best for you to come here. You see, Shirley is still with us
and we must discuss some important arrangements for her care before she goes
home with you. I'll give you directions."
"Care!"
"Oh, it's nothing that bad, just her new latex love needs special nurturing
that we have to demonstrate personally. It is best done here rather than
sending a representative home with her."
Armed with the directions to the remote place, I left the house.
It had already been a long day. The flight from the east coast was long, as
usual. I fought traffic from Sea-Tac Airport to Everett and now I had about
a five-hour drive to the Idaho panhandle and the old lodge now owned by
Unlimited Fantasies.
I was exhausted as I turned off Highway 95 a little north of Hayden and took
the long winding track toward the distant lights. This place WAS secluded!
The buildings were about a mile from the road. The headlights glinted on
the fence rails as the road twisted and turned. In the dark, I couldn't
determine the lay of the land, but I figured it was forested, like most of
northern Idaho.
The curving path ended at a wide area and I parked the car. I went to the
door and rang the bell.
"Now who on earth can be here at this hour," I heard the voices behind the
door. I thought that I might have missed a turn and was at the wrong place.
The door opened.
"Are you lost or something?" asked the shadowy figure.
"My name is Gains. I was..."
"Oh, come in Mr. Gains." The door swung open to let me in.
"Please have a seat. Your counselor will be with you in a moment. Feel
free to help yourself to the coffee bar."
Now I was wondering what urgent matter would require such immediate
attention that I would be with a counselor at almost midnight and after a
very long day that had started in Maryland, stopped in Everett and wound up
in Idaho. I took some coffee in the hope of waking up and sipped as I
waited.
"I'm Ms. Preston. I'm so glad you came so quickly, Mr. Gains," said a tall
woman passing through the door.
It was shadowy and dark in the room but I was certain that Ms. Preston
clothes were latex. The shiny dark jeans had a soft white blouse tucked
into its waist. Her wrists were tightly cuffed while the sleeves billowed
loosely.
"I don't fully understand the urgency, Ms. Preston, but I'm here now so what
is going on?"
"We have some release forms for you to sign. Shirley already signed them.
Then you will be given a complete briefing on what you need to do when you
go home."
"Release forms?"
"Of course, we didn't get the formalized forms signed before our, uh,
abduction. Sure you electronically signed the e-mail but these are the hard
copies required for legal purposes."
"I see. And that's the main reason you had me come all the way out here?" I
was getting just a bit irritated.
"Actually, we find it's better to conduct this last item of business in
person. Sometimes we have special details that are best served by having
the client here at the lodge. I mean we might have overlooked something if
we had come over to Everett to drop your wife off. Besides, this way you
can have a sumptuous evening of rubber romping with all of our ability to
please before you leave in the morning, or afternoon, or whenever you
decide. Consider yourself our guest."
I looked at the forms. In the darkness I couldn't read all of the print.
In the usual legal way, the forms were full of unintelligible legalese and
small print that my middle age eyes just couldn't quite see. I saw
Shirley's signature on several lines with blanks to the left for my
signature. I figured Shirley had a good idea of what it was all about and
since she was the person who had been subjected to the treatment. I decided
if she signed it was okay for me to sign. I dashed my signature on the
documents. At the bottom of the pile was one form with a line for only my
signature.
"All of the forms were co-sign forms. This last one has just my name on
it."
"It's the initial contract estimate for the session is all, Bill. We
contracted with you, even though Shirley was the subject of attention."
My eyes were pretty blurry by now so I signed the form.
Ms. Preston picked up the papers and looked them over. "Everything appears
to be in order. Now if you'll come with me, I think you want to have your
long awaited reunion with your latex converted wife."
Ms. Preston led me down a hall to a door and opened it. She stepped aside
and let me in, "Enjoy, Slave Bill."
I turned at that comment but before I could react, two burly sets of
rubberized arms seized me. I was lifted off my feet and carried into the
room. Another pair of hands ripped my shirt off my back while my legs were
held and my shoes and socks pulled off. My feet were shoved into floor
shackles and my wrists were shackled. I saw my assailants briefly before a
thick latex hood pulled over my head and my view went dark. I only caught a
glimpse of the fully covered helpers, shiny smooth rubber accentuating their
muscular bodies.
They cut my pants right off me. Naked, save for the hood over my face, I
shivered. Hands quickly began applying a gelatin to my body. I felt the
touch of many rubber hands as they worked to cover me. Surprise and fear of
this sudden treatment, yet I felt my cock swelling with arousal as one of my
secret fantasies seemed to come true.
"Very nice, Slave. I'm glad you are so responsive to our treatment," Ms.
Preston said. "Keep your eyes closed for this next part. The solution will
sting your eyes if they're open."
The hood was pulled off and the goop applied to my head and face. Warm water
washed me down. I hazarded a quick glance as the water stopped and before
the hood sucked back over my head. In a mirror opposite my fettered
position, I saw a body denuded of all hair.
"You peeked. That will cost you later," Ms. Preston warned.
Now my mind was battling so many opposing thoughts and feelings. My arousal
was center focus. I wanted relief from my aching desire, yet I feared for
my very future. The conflict only heightened my desire.
More slick gel was being swathed on me. The hands worked quickly again. As
the rubber gloves worked the stuff around my crotch and balls, I felt a
surge of pre-cum rise. A finger swiped the tip of my cock and there was Ms.
Preston's voice, "Tasty stuff, Slave."
Then a sharp pain shot up my body as she flicked the tip of my tool cruelly.
"Best keep yourself under control for now. Maybe your Mistress will take
pity on you later, if you please her enough."
Now my feet were loose and I felt cold latex being pulled over my skin. The
slippery surface made short order of the wrestlers suit that covered me from
thigh to shoulder. My cock and balls were squeezed through a very narrow
hole and couched into an awaiting ball and cock sheath. The rigid member
thrust against the latex sheath and felt so fine. I could feel an urge
building and knew that I was on the verge of a spontaneous ejaculation.
Feet restrained and arms loose just long enough to slip the shoulder straps
on. Then I was locked into the cuffs again. I remembered the words from
Preston and tried to hold back. I felt the slick sweat forming under the
hood and knew my exposed skin was sweating as I struggled to hold back. My
actions weren't lost on my audience.
"Look at him trying to hold it back. Now we will see just what type of
control he has when he isn't in control."
Now the hands were busily applying more of the lubricating gel and soon I
felt another suit being pulled over my body. I could tell this suit was a
full catsuit. I felt the latex encase my feet, legs and crotch. Hands
pushed the air from between the skin and the suit. The suit was pulled up
my chest and as my feet were again locked down, my arms were freed to allow
the sleeves to be pulled over them. I felt the handlers squeeze the air out
of the sleeves and attached gloves as each finger was guided into its
allotted appendage. Again the hood was removed as the handlers pulled the
attached hood of the suit into place after first sealing my ears with latex
plugs.
This new hood allowed me to see. The eye openings were some sort of clear
plastic. Tubing was fed through the nose openings and up my nostrils.
Little inflators filled the void in the nostrils and assured a seal between
tubing and sinus canal. A piece of latex dangled from the mouth area, but
was soon shoved viciously into my mouth using a hard rubber phallus gag. I
saw the opening at the base of the phallus and knew it could be used to feed
me or for me to breathe through my mouth. The tip tickled the back of my
throat and I had to fight a gag reflex. This new test of my senses caused
my arousal to subside to a level of frustrated craving. The flaccid rubber
around the hard gag was first tugged and adjusted. I later learned this was
to make sure the rigid gag was completely through the doughnut shaped pump
gag. The attached hand bulb was used to pump it up to fill the rest of my
mouth with rubber lining while sealing tightly around the phallus gag. The
valve stem was closed and the pump bulb removed. The fellow screwed a small
stopper into the tube and I could only breathe through my nose.
After they finished with the hood, they pulled the zipper up the back of the
suit, sealing me behind the tight heavy rubber. My whole body tingled from
the hot touch of rubber. Never had my own latex suits aroused me so much.
Then again, never had I been completely out of control of my own fate.
My cock was pulled through another tight sheath in the new suit. Now that I
could see, I noticed that the sheath had a small nub on the tip. It was
threaded and plugged with a very tiny stopper. It was almost invisible and
would surely not keep anyone from enjoying the pleasure of my cock while
keeping me completely sheathed. On the contrary the little nub would
probably be a further source of pleasure to the recipient of my service. In
addition, I realized that the stopper could be removed to allow the release
of any of my bodily fluids or a tube could be added to aid with removal of
my piss. I realized that the front of the suit was obviously prepared for
long-term enclosure. A shiver went through me as that realization sank in.
"He shivers as he begins to understand the seriousness of his situation," I
barely heard Ms. Preston say through the plugged and hood covered ears.
Now I felt some hands working around my ass and suddenly pain shot through
my bowels as a shaft was unceremoniously pushed through an opening in the
suit and into my person. The initial pain subsided as the narrow neck of
the intruder passed my sphincter and the muscles closed around it. The
tubing attached to the shaft was all I need to know as warm fluid began to
invade my insides. The pressure was intense and the added element to my
arousal evident as I panted in the hood.
They filled and flushed my colon out four times. Then on Ms. Preston's
signal, the assistant detached the tubing and screwed a plug onto the
slightly protruding end of the hard shaft.
"Since you can't see what they are doing, I'll just let you know that they
are gluing the flange of the shaft to the outside of your suit. Now as long
as the plugs are in place, and the strip of latex they will put over the
zipper is glued in place, you will be completely sealed in rubber."
That funny feeling in the pit of the stomach when confronted with a
revelation so stunning in its shock and so arousing to the basic animal
instinct of human sexuality flooded me with its accompanying tingle. I
shivered again as my cock filled with even more engorging blood and
threatened to explode under all of the layers.
"And as a final touch, knowing how much you love those intertwining layers
of rubber, we will add one more suit over the basic suit," Ms. Preston said
conversationally.
That did it! As the heavy suit was brought into view and I felt that first
extreme tightness of the thick latex of a suit about one size too small
stretch over my body, I exploded involuntarily into the sheaths. My tensing
muscles and sudden rapid panting through the nose tubes was unmistakable.
"Shame on you, Slave Bill. You should have waited for your Mistress to
decide your pleasure. I guess that means punishment for you."
I pumped my load freely and without care into the sheaths. Punishment was
worth it in my current frame of mind. The suit was pulled up quickly
sealing me in tightly embracing rubber. If anything, my recent release of
passion was unabated and my arousal was fired anew. This new suit didn't
have a sheath. It did have a convenience zipper that opened through the
crotch for access to both the sheath and the rear opening. A new thick hood
was pulled over my head. Nose tubing and mouth openings efficiently
adjusted to the new hood openings. This hood had a long skirt that was
tucked into the suit collar before the shoulder entry zippers were closed.
The handlers used the latex glue to seal the hood skirt to the inside of the
high suit collar. A wide thick latex slave collar with silver studs and a
leash ring was locked onto my neck, assuring my inability to even get to the
glued seam if I ever tried to get out of this last outer suit. There was a
silver plate with an inscription in black on the collar that I couldn't read
in the mirror. The silver lock hung like a piece of jewelry under the
inscription and the leash ring. After they finished dressing me, they once
again locked me hand and foot to the floor and ceiling restraints.
"I think he's about ready to meet his mistress. Have a wonderful time,
Slave." Then I heard her address some instructions to some unseen assistant
as she was leaving the room. "Make certain the letter of resignation makes
it out in the morning mail. You can sell all of the property with the Power
of Attorney. Let the rest of the family know that they are on an extended
vacation after his sudden retirement."
The lump in my stomach returned anew. I knew that I was completely trapped
and struggle not an option. I wondered, for the first time since this whole
erotic journey began, whatever happened to Shirley.
A door from the side opened and a stunning mistress in latex strode into the
room. Her long stiletto boots encased her elegant and rubberized legs. The
tight corset enclosed her waist and highlighted her shiny latex clad mounds.
A loose cape over her shoulders failed to hide any of the exotic
rubberized features beneath. Her peerless spot was shrouded behind the thin
latex but I could see the full lips of her aroused pussy outlined in shadow.
She turned slightly as she removed the cape and hung it. I saw her ass
cheeks in gleaming perfection as the latex suit cupped them perfectly; the
tight crack ran from her nether region between each globe communicating the
erotic pleasure available between those orbs. I was aroused despite the
situation. Her face was covered in tight full latex and I could only see
her eyes and mouth. The shiny black rubber framed sensual red lips. Red
highlights streaked devilishly above her eyes. Her crop drummed a tattoo on
her leg as she strode into the room.
She came to me and searched my eyes. Her hand slowly stroked my heaving
chest. I felt her other hand stray to my crotch where she felt the bulge
beneath the outer suit.
"Relax, Slave Bill. This is your new home and I'm your Mistress. Let's
see. What does the inscription say on this collar? 'Mistress Shirley's
Rubber Toy.' How appropriate. Now it's time for you to worship me as your
latex goddess."
Story Submitted By: Bill
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