FANTASY WRITING CONTEST #7

ENTRY #7

Age of Consent

Wanted: Girl-Friday/model for aspiring fetish photographer.
Long hours/live-in available. Expect applicants to wear costumes for long periods and as part of daily attire.
Prefer nontraditional body-types, but will examine all interested for position. Pay negotiable. 
Call (515)555-1669
Ask for Jens.

Edith Marie set down the collage paper and laughed a few moments before sipping her morning coffee and looking over the ad again, shaking her head.
Well, she thought to herself. I fit the bill all right. She looked down at her body, glancing over her massive bustline to her thick thighs and strong legs, she couldn’t see her wide derriere at the moment, except with the aid of a mirror perhaps, but it was certainly there. She’d felt cursed most of her twenty-four years, god had one hell of a sense of humor, giving her the body of Venus, except that she was only a little over five feet tall. She was most certainly non-traditionally shaped and had been all her life.
She looked ok, not model material surely, but she knew she wasn’t ugly either. 
Her eyes were a little far apart, and slightly almond-shaped or oriental looking over a thin Germanic nose, her chin was cherubically plump and her ears slightly pointed at the peaks. Her lips were great though, very full and kissable as she well knew.
She’d had lots of problems with boyfriends, mainly that they wanted nothing but sex from her and she wasn’t into that, or at least as often as they’d liked. And so she was single again, her last boyfriend having left off with a tall, willowy cheerleader-type who’d put out before even getting his name right. What a bimbo!
So, she was free now. Her classes were done for the term and she had no desire to return home to help mother her family. She’d tasted freedom and she wasn’t going back.
And then there was the ad, she’d spied it a few minutes ago as she was having her breakfast and coffee. The way it was worded interested her since her lease was up in just a few days time, she needed a new place to live in any case. Perhaps this Jens guy might hire her since she fit the criteria and had some small background in photography herself?
She’d think about it…

The line on the other end rang and rang, till Edith had all but given up and returned the handset to the cradle when it clicked on and a kind, masculine voice asked. “Yes, hello? Guiltless Photography, Jens speaking. How may I help you?”
“Yes, hello? I was calling to inquire about your ad in the paper actually…” Edith murmured.
“Why yes, it’s still open. Are you interested in the position?” replied the man.
“I think so. I have a little background in photo-” she started to say, but then was cut off as he said with a slight chuckle in his voice. “That’s not really necessary. But it is helpful, actually I’m really looking more for a model and girl-Friday.”
“Uh-huh. That’s what the ad said too. But you’ll have to be a little more descriptive as to what you need from me exactly, if you don’t mind, mister….”
The man paused some moments, as if not really sure what to say.
“It’s a little hard to describe. What I want, that is…”
“I assume you’re looking for someone to wear these costumes you mention, what else?” Edith said, trying to help him out. The guy seemed kind of wishy-washy for some reason. Like he was kinda shy or something…?
“That’s right. But there’s more to it, of course, the model or models I choose would need to wear these costumes most of the time, as I’m looking to do a bit of body-modification on them as well. By that I mean corsetry or waist-cinching mainly. There’ll also be the usual screening of other models, dressing assistance, help with developing film, bookkeeping, filing, and running to the labs and much more besides. It won’t be easy for whomever I decide to hire, they’ll quite literally be on their feet most all the time. And many of the costumes are quite revealing, to say the least. And there is a bit of bondage involved... However, this is not about sex, it’s about developing a certain body-form and type of mental attitude that’ll show thru on film. Still interested?” now there was a great deal of enthusiasm in the man’s voice, almost jarringly so, she noticed.
Edith thought over the duties as he’d listed them so far and then replied evenly. “I assume you’d like to meet with me so I can fill out forms and things, but yes, I’m still interested. As to the rest of it, we’ll talk more about that then, all right Mr. Jens?”
“Sounds good to me, Ten AM good for you miss?” he replied lightly.
“Edith-Marie, or Ms. Kayle if you prefer. I’ll need an address though?” she asked, smiling slightly to herself. This might be ok…
He gave it to her and then said. “Thank you Ms. Kayle. My last name is Barrington, but just call me Jens, everyone does. I’ll look forward to meeting you then. Good evening Ms. Kayle.”
Edith hung up the phone and wondered what exactly she was letting herself in for…


Bright and early at three minutes before ten in the morning, Edith stood on the stoop of a modest studio-building with a set-back apartment house behind it. It looked old, but in good repair and she could see someone had been busy slapping some paint and caulking on it, having also replaced a window, it looked like to Edith’s practiced eye, having three brothers and a father in the building trades had given her some knowledge about that at least. She rang the buzzer and waited, watching the birds on the power-lines chattering cheerily above her.
She spun back as a thin-framed, tow-headed man with an infectious grin opened up and she stepped inside. The foyer was small with a tiny waiting area and the whole place smelled slightly of paint and chemicals as they walked up the short wood-floored hallway and into a large open area with backdrops hung from steel frames, the area highlighted with baby-spots attached to stands and from the exposed rafters above. The floors here were hardwood and in the process of being stripped and re-stained, she saw. But it was a nice place all in all, comfy feeling, Edith thought as Jens shook her hand and offered her a seat in a tall directors-chair across from him and they both sat.
He steepled his hands and looked her up and down a bit and then said kindly. “You’re gorgeous, do you know that? Exactly one of the body-types I’m seeking for my work.”
Edith felt color come to her cheeks, that was one thing she almost never heard anyone say to or about her. She took a second, breathed deeply and then replied with a smirk. “Thank you… I think. I’m just not used to hearing anyone refer to me that way, is all. But it’s a nice complement and I thank you for it Jens.”
“They should. And I meant it and it’s true. ‘nuff said. Now I’ve told you some of what my requirements are, but I’m sure you must have a score of questions for me, hmmm?” he inquired smiling at her.
“Well, there are the costumes? Why don’t we start with that, what do you mean by fetish costumes, may I ask?” she replied, watching as he started to get a twinkle in his eye, sat up straighter and grinned like the devil himself as he replied.
“Well, that covers a lot of ground actually, there’s everything from period attire thru to ultra-modern fetishistic outfits made of silicone, latex and rubber, though rubber has been around much longer than most fetish clothing excepting leatherwear and satin. You’ll be wearing a corset from today on if you take the job for one thing. I’m trying to ‘mold’ the female figures I work with into it’s more earlier forms, think 1940’s-50’s and you’re close. Also almost anything from stockings to bloomers to thongs are fetish wear for another thing, you’ll be wearing gartered stockings from today on as well, any problems so far?”
Edith mulled that over in her head. Her mom and grandmom had both worn stockings until the advent of pantyhose and then had carped long and hard almost every time they’d had to struggle into the damn things, also cursing the pantyhose when they had to go to the potty, vocally wishing they’d stuck to their old fashioned hose even if it had meant wearing a “damn corset, body-shaper, girdle or GB” to hold them up since they didn’t like strap-garters or thigh-highs alone… So, she supposed that sounded ok, she could get used to that she guessed. Personally, having grown up wearing little else besides pantyhose and tights, she was a little intrigued to find out what the differences might be?
“How tight would the corsets be?” was all she could think of to ask at the present time.
“That depends. Please stand up a moment and we’ll see what your beginning measurements are, shall we?” said Jens evenly, taking her hand and helping her up gallantly and then producing a folding pocket-tape, he ran it about her body, humming as he worked. He measured every inch of her from her scalp to her ankles and feet, taking off one shoe as she giggled girlishly and finding the size on the inside.
She’d worn a simple sundress today, but now wasn’t sure it had been a good idea as he had a clear shot up her dress and yet, somehow the idea enticed her to flex her thigh slightly and wiggle her toes in his hand. Jens smiled slightly at that and then stood and produced a small pad and jotted everything down from memory and sat again, motioning her to join him again.
“You’re amazing. Let’s see if I’ve got this straight. You’re a 36-E, 26-35. You’re 5’3/4 feet tall and wear a ladies 8’1/2 wide. You wear about a… oh, size 10 dress and have a medium head-size, minus the hair. Am I right so far?” he asked with a laugh and a grin.
Wow, was he ever! “Right on the money, or close to it. Actually I usually wear a medium dress size and it’s actually a 35-D-E bra, as most women are somewhere in-between in that department. I’m a tiny moose.” And made a comical moose call with a laugh, making him laugh along with her in return.
“Well, don’t sweat that a bit. We love moose around here, we just try to keep the wolves out of the henhouse if we can. By the way, do you have a romantic partner at present? I’m just asking because he shouldn’t be hanging around the shop here, it might make the other ladies nervous, if you know what I mean?” Jens asked, casting what amounted to another apprising glance her way. Was he flirting with her?
“Nope, no boyfriend.” She simply replied, rocking her foot over her crossed knee.
He hummed and then said. “Surprising. I think I have some things that’ll fit ok for now. And I have your sizes so I can place the orders for other things. You have the job if you still want it. Pay’s $700 a week, plus shooting pay, which is variable on what you’ll be wearing. Plus you get the apartment out back next to mine, all bills paid and I have a car for errands if you don’t want to drive your own. Ready for your first assignment?”
Holy shit! That was more than she’d ever earned anywhere, plus a car and an apartment! She’d be a fool to turn this down she realized.
“I’m your girl then. Lead on Macduff!” she enthused. He grinned like a schoolboy, took her hand and led her towards the back.

Thirty minutes later, she wasn’t quite so sure of her choice.
Her first assignment turned out to be the corset he’d mentioned. It was a stiff beige satin number and she felt like she was being slowly crushed to death as he’d hauled in on the strings, clamping it inexorably closed around her waist, hips and lower chest. It had cut-out, shelf breast-cups and lots of shiny metal and elastic garters and she had to pant to breathe after he was finished tying it off by looping it around her waist and making a bow above her wide hips in back. She’d been self-conscious about being nude before him, but he’d made jokes about other things and had set her mind at rest all the while, but still…
In the corset, she couldn’t bend over at all and so she watched with interest as he opened a brand-new package of taupe old-fashioned stockings and kneeling, slid first one, then the other up her legs like he’d been doing this as long as she had and then clamped the garters one at a time to them. She felt a little heated as his hands had neared her bared treasure-box, but he’d been kind and hadn’t pressed his luck so far and withdrew to the back again, returning with a shoe-box and some stuff in another smaller box on top.
The shoes were ankle-boots of black leather and fit as well as any she’d bought for herself, even if they were quite tall in the heels, perhaps five inches or better. She had had to walk a bit before she felt comfortable enough in them, making sure to give him a show as she did, though she had no real idea at all as to why she was flirting with him.
The other box contained a strange pair of thong panties with a latex lining and a Lycra outside, he detached the price-tag to show her they were brand new and unworn.
He struck her as being very perceptive for a man, knowing that no woman would wear another’s used underwear.
Next came a short black vinyl skirt and a bolero-style top also of black vinyl. Again he assisted her in dressing, saying lightly. “When I get more models, you’ll need to help them with this, but for now, I’m glad to be of assistance.”
“And you’re quite good at it too. You’re not gay are you? It doesn’t matter to me if you are, but you certainly have good hands and are quite good at dressing women, if you don’t mind me saying so?” She replied. Please, please, don’t let him be gay, she cried in her head.
He laughed out loud again, a deep heart-felt braying laugh, then said with a descending chuckle, and a nod of his head. “Thanks for the complement. My brother is gay, but I’m straight, really really straight actually.”
And from the look of his slacks, he was right too. Then she quickly turned her head away, she just couldn’t believe she’d just wondered what his penis might be like, holy shit! But he was all male, and hard as a brick as well she’s seen before turning away.
She did a pirouette for him and placed her hands on her hips and said with a smirk. “And this is an assignment? Just wear this huh?”
“Hold your horses. Stand over there. These are just going to be some test shots, I’ll need you to do a cheesecake shoot, can you do that for me? Good…. Good… really good. Excellent! Now disrobe slowly… like that yeah…. Heck, you’re a natural Edith…”
This went on for some time, her feet and legs grew tired and finally he stopped the shooting, handed her a soft drink and allowed her to sit again.
The rest of the day was more photographing, several more costume changes and at five, he shocked her by placing a pair of small padlocks in the tops and bottom of her newest corset before handing her some keys and showing her the apartment. “Just to make sure you’re honest... Some ladies hate corsets so much that they’ve set me back months by going without one for more than a few days when at home and then they can’t get into the outfits. So I’ve devised this way to make sure it stays on. It’s part of the job in any case, it says so in the contract on page four.” He explained, handing her a pile of papers to read overnight and sign and thanking her again for taking the job and walked out beaming practically as they exited the back of the building and thru the small enclosed though gated courtyard-breezeway between the buildings and deposited her at the door on the right, wishing her a good night.
The three room apartment was small, but nice, and furnished. And she sat and read the contract in full before signing every of the ten pages. It stipulated that she be in whatever attire he chose, seven days a week and twenty-four hours a day. She’d work regular hours, with overtime for extended hours. There were benefits, health insurance, a retirement package... Hell, there was no downside that she could see in any of this arrangement! This easily was the best job package she’d ever laid eyes upon before, anywhere. She was almost ready to sign up a few of her friends, but decided she wanted to keep this gig for herself. And he liked her too, that certainty had been fully evident when he was dressing her during the day. He wasn’t the handsomest fella she’d ever seen, but he more than made up for it with his kindness, wit and panache and hell the money was good too, but she kept finding herself wondering what he might be like… you know… in bed?
She shook her head to clear it, closed and shut the door behind her and headed off back to her old place to wrestle boxes she’d already packed in preparation, into her car and got finished in time for bed, sweating profusely.
Then she ran up against the corset, she couldn’t remove it for a bath.
Edith called him up from the number next to the phone, even though he was right next door and asked about that.
He just said. “Don’t worry about it, take your bath and relax, the corset will live. You should have told me sooner about wanting to move your things in, I’d have been glad to help. Now, I know you’re tired, so just rest up and I’ll see you in the morning bright and early, ok Edith? Goodnight my sweet moose.”
Her heart soared when he said that, though she shook her head, he was just being kind she was sure. She tugged at the satin torture-instrument after she took off the skirt and top, but it was held fast as concrete to her body. She shrugged and signed the papers and found how to detach the garters and removed the boots and stockings and had a good hot bath.
It was relaxing, even if the corset did hold her as rigid as a board, it even loosened slightly and she sighed and toyed idly with herself in the tub, daydreaming about Jens as she fingered herself off with a grin…

Later on, as she was in bed, she found out why he’d told her to bathe, the corset had dried and was now if anything, was even tighter than ever.
It wasn’t so much that she went to sleep, as passed out from the constriction. Still she slept good in any case.



She grumbled, awaking as someone knocked on the door, panting as she got stiffly to her feet and had opened the door before she realized she was still essentially naked. The wide-eyed look Jens gave her confirmed that. He’d respectfully looked away and gave her a moment to get a robe on before coming in.
She pushed the contracts over and he took them asking if she’d slept well.
“With this Indian-choker around my torso, what do you think? You knew when I asked you that it would shrink, why didn’t you tell me then Jens?” she groused, wiping her eyes with the back of one hand, yawning.
“I still wouldn’t have taken it off in any case, so why give false hope? Yes, I knew it would tighten up, but not that much, in fact wearing them during shrinkage aids the process of body-modification we’re starting you on. You’ll see Edith, believe me.” He replied with only a hint of a smile on his smug mug.
She was still annoyed, but he was right as far as she knew. To punish him, she fetched the stockings and rolling them up, drew them up her legs and clamped them to the garters after re-attaching them herself, making a teasing show of it. Take that mean man! She thought to herself with an impish smile.
It had the desired effect, he started sweating lightly and excused himself, saying he was going to go get her outfit for the day. She watched him go, thinking thoughts her mother wouldn’t like.

He returned in a while, bearing a large box, which he sat on the carpet and from which came a new corset, this time in black leather and much longer seeming then the one she wore currently, higher on the torso and lower over the hips then the previous one. Next came a pair of the tallest boots with the highest stiletto heels she had ever remembered seeing, also in black leather. A black leather pencil-skirt and a nice simi-opaque white blouse. Also she saw another new package of black stockings and a black silky pair of frilly granny-pants for underwear.
Smiling like the devil, she opened her robe and stood, allowing him to unlock the corset she wore with a tiny key depending from his neck on a chain, she saw.
He seemed to take great relish in undressing her, she noticed.
The new corset took some time to draw closed and she had to hold on to a metal post along the wall for support as he hauled the laces in so tight she thought she’d pass out! But finally it was over, and he helped her over to the chair and continued after he’d brought her some water to sip, to dress her.
It was so strange, to have a man she hardly knew, dressing and undressing her. It was a unique feeling, usually men were trying like mad to simply un-dress her, not the other way around...
The stockings were first class, real high-denier nylon, like old film-stars used to wear before and after WWII she thought as he clamped each of the six fasteners on each side closed with a snap. 
The panties were real silk she found out, with another crotch-lining of latex like the thong had before them. Weird, she thought to herself. 
But all of it was very expensive looking and well made. The skirt was lined with more nylon and swished like falling rain where it rubbed against the stockings, the blouse was filmy-thin and it was a good thing the corset had thick bullet-style cups this time, otherwise her breasts with their large nipples would have shown proudly thru the material. They were hard as it was, like erasers, proudly rubbing the leather they sat in and creaking whenever she moved.
The corset’s cups held her in and up unlike any bra she’d ever worn before and gave her a huge amount of cleavage, looking thru the sheer material like a regular black bra mostly until you looked harder at it. Her back was totally supported and for the first time in a long while, she found her back didn’t hurt from the strain of her bosoms. Cool.
The boots took the longest of everything to put on, it took Jens a full thirty minutes to lace both tightly shut, seemingly much like the restrictive corset as time went past. When he was done, she stood and walked about a bit, the leather creaking with every mincing step. The boots really were as hugging and supportive as the corset as well, she noted. With her glasses on, she’d look like a kinky teacher, she figured. Or a very high-priced call-girl, either way, she’d certainly stop traffic looking like this. To add to it, she put on some make-up for the first time in ages and clipped her hair up with a set of rosewood combs. He approved as she knew he would, and took her hand in his and walked the short walk to the studio rear entrance and led her into the interior.
“There. Ready to start the first day of the new life you’ve chosen Edith?” Jens said with a wink after getting up from the floor. The bastard actually winked at her!
Still, she laughed and replied. “To the devil, his due. So, what’s first boss, more cheesecake photos?”
“Nope, today is Thursday. So today you make deliveries. You know how to use a streetfinder map?” he said, leading her behind one of the curtains where he seemed to have made an impromptu office-space and sitting with a plop in an old office chair.
She did, and said as much.
“Good. Here’s the map, a delivery list, a pick-up list and…” he said, turning around behind the chair he sat in, picked up several blue plastic baskets filled with film canisters, black-out boxes and parcels and scooted them over to her.
“That all Jens? And dressed like this?” she said smokeily, teasing him again shamelessly. He grinned. “For now, come back when you’re done and I’ll send you out again. Such is the life of a photographer my dear Edith. All boredom and no play, ‘else they come and take everything away/and so we work, till the end of day/ then play till dawn renews.”
Edith blinked, did this man just quote poetry to her?
She raised an eyebrow at him, picked up a box and started taking them out to her own car, might as well get on with it, she mused.


It took her half the day to finish the first set of deliveries, then four hours for the second set. By three she was back, and bushed. The heels and her feet felt fine, but she was always out of breath and had to stop several times to pee and drink something throughout the day. Now she was sitting inside the sparsely furnished office-area again, her legs up on the desk as Jens did paperwork and made phone calls in the rear. He was a really busy man, she found out, the minor stuff was what she had been doing, he was currently making orders for lots of things, haggling, smoothing rough edges and people. He was really very good at that it seemed. Now he sat leaned back in his old and scarred designer chair and was deep in thought, or so it seemed until he said out of the blue from the back. “What would you like for dinner tonight? I tend to favor Chinese most of the time, but wherever you’d like to go is fine too.”
She blinked, she’d been daydreaming again and snapped to enough to say back. “In this outfit? Are you mad Jens?”
“Well, I guess I could put you in something else if you’d like. But it might be even more severe seeming? If you’d like that better though, ok.”
She blinked again, more severe? Than this? “Dressy severe, or fetish/bondage severe?” she inquired amusedly.
He hummed a moment. “Dressy is good. Deal, Edith. I’m done anyway, bastard’s kept me in holding-hell long enough.” He replied, slamming the phone down and getting to his feet as she rose and went in the rear to stand nearby his desk. He held up a finger to wait and disappeared into another part of the studio that was curtained off like the office-area.
She spent the time wondering what he’d put on her next?
She found out later, when he took her behind a screen and handed her a box.
Inside was the strangest dress she’d ever imagined. A corset-dress. Whoa…

This was definitely the strangest night of her life, Edith though to herself.
The dress was even weirder than she’d supposed… 
It was deep-blue, long sleeved, high-necked and made of thick rubber and came with accessories, namely a set of panties she’d now found out were ribbed inside with small knobby projections that were driving her mad whenever she moved. She wore five inch matching blue pumps and no stockings of any kind tonight. The ends of the dress met tightly together behind her after he’d hauled the lacing shut, so you couldn’t see them or her butt, but the panties were certainly there all right. The last thing she wore was the worst part though, she had on a many-banded head-harness with a mouth-piece that effectively gagged her, and she had not the slightest idea how she was going to eat thru it? He’d placed it in her mouth, pushed her chin closed and now she couldn’t move her jaw at all and belted the straps tightly around her head, leaving her pony-tailed hair sticking out thru the back. Then off they went, with her looking like a kinksters wet dream on his arm. They garnered lots of stares as they entered what turned out to be a five-star french restaurant instead of Chinese and were seated out-of-the-way along the far wall near lots of well-dressed people that watched her with odd stares and commented amongst themselves the whole time.
Not like she really eating anyway, though the soup was good. He’d taken out a new plastic tube in a bag to prove it was sterile and had pushed it in between her teeth thru a hole to drink thru. Not that that mattered much really. She was squirming in her seat, and the more she squirmed, the hornier she felt. She was actually glad of the gag, it held her squeals down to mere snorts of breath.
Oh god, she felt an orgasm approaching and vibrated in her seat, her hands clutching her thighs as her head rolled back of its own accord, pulling the straw free of the soup-bowl and making a mess, but she hardly cared in the least, fighting just to stay upright in the chair and not sliding to the floor, lost in helpless rut like an animal in heat.
She shook forever it seemed, the protracted orgasm stretching out the longest time she could imagine. She felt him standing by her and leaned against him, grunting tiny moans as he asked blithely for the check.
The walk out to the car was hazy, as was the drive back. She thought she’d reached over and grabbed his penis as she came for what seemed like the hundredth time, but then everything went slowly black and that was all she could remember until she awoke, in her bed in the apartment, the dress unlaced so she could get out of it. The hated gag and harness were gone too, and she grumbled that Jens wasn’t here with her, lowly in her throat as she worked the stiffness out of it. She shimmied out of the dress like a snake, left the panties on, and crawled beneath the covers sighing as the wicked panties made her come lightly as she went to sleep once more, a tired smile on her face.


In the morning, she was up and in the shower when he knocked.
She rolled her hair in a towel, wrapped another around herself and opened up to find him dressed in a black, silky looking shirt and what looked like latex pants and cowboy-boots. “I bet you’re still hungry huh?” he asked smugly, taking a seat in the living area.
“You bastard, you know food was the last thing on my mind last night? Hell yes, I’m hungry!” Edith replied with an evil grin. The panties were drying now over the shower-rod, and she was hell-bent on keeping them for herself, whatever he thought.
He held up his hands defensively. “Now, now… Suppose I told you that, sitting at the table next to us last night was William Frost? What would you say to that?”
Oh god, and she’d made such a scene too! “The photographer for Act/In?” she replied, completely mortified now.
“Yeah. I’d told him I was going to be there with one of my top models, doing a public scene. He called this morning, we got a contract, and it’s all thanks to you, congratulations Edith. You’ve secured our first big contract with your unintentional performance. I’d think that this calls for a celebration, don’t you?” Jens Replied back, grinning like a letch.
“So that was a bit of ‘performance-art’ was it? I thought I was going nuts just because you liked seeing me dressed like that? And you owe me big then? Hmmm?” she mused, a finger along her cheek as she smirked at him
He chuckled. “Indeed, and if I said yes on all counts, what then?” he parried.
“You’d still owe me big.” She countered.
“Yes, yes I do. So, let me bring in today’s wardrobe and we’ll get you ready, shall we? Then it’s off to a big lunch and who knows after that?” he enthused. 
“Uh-huh, I’ll just bet.” she retorted, giving him the evil eye.

Actually, in hindsight, today’s outfit wasn’t too bad, Edith mused, walking along the sidewalk on Jens arm once again.
There was a heavily-boned merry-widow corset, very sheer black nylon stockings again and a thin latex thong without any ribs or fingers this time. Black kidskin knee-boots with five inch spiked-heels, another black leather skirt (much shorter this time she noted) and a black silk blouse and of all things, an old-fashioned black nylon slip under the skirt, everything was in black today. She’d dressed herself this time, did her hair and added some make-up again (no use in not wearing any in this get-up) and presented herself for his approval. He smiled appreciatively and had led her out to the car and now they were walking in the business district, heading to Francesco’s for lunch he’d said.
Over fettuccini and shrimp, they talked about the outfits she’d worn, that new models were going to be hired on soon and the shooting schedule was slowly hammered out between them. Edith felt a slight pang of jealously at the thought of other models working for Jens, but forced it down. After all, he wasn’t her boyfriend or anything, he was a free man… but she’d had hopes, ya know?
Oddly, he’d seemed to guess her mood and took her window-shopping along the boulevard, showing her some exotic designer outfits that made what she’d worn before now kinda look tame in comparison. They both poked fun at them and before long, the mood had lightened again between them as the found the car and drove home.
Back at the studio, he’d asked her to disrobe, that he had another outfit for her to wear for a shoot. She did so, slightly down at the mouth and as he came around to hand her a bundle of black rubber, he noticed it and stroked her cheek lightly, saying softly. “Ah, my dear Edith. Don’t fret. You’ll always be my first and bestest model.”
She wrung her hands together, saying. “I know, but…”
“Hush.” He said, smiling at her.
Then he took what looked like a female form in rubber, unzipped the back, knelt and started sliding it on her feet and legs, leaving her nude underneath.
The suit had gloves and feet and the breast-cups held her bust up amazingly well as he zipped everything up the back, added the knee-boots from earlier and pronounced her ready. He’d drug a slightly less battered desk over towards the front entranceway, added a better chair and had her simply sit and answer phones the rest of the day.
Women were calling left and right now, making appointments which she dutifully set up for the next day as he’d asked. Some asked about the costumes, and she told them what they were like. Several had hung up after that, but most seemed more than pleased to wear anything provided. She also informed them of the stipulations of the contracts concerning the corsets, that put off a few dozen more, but again, not as many as she’d assumed. 
She noticed throughout the day that the tight-fitting suit made odd sounds when she moved or walked, ripping, squeaking and sliding against itself unlike anything she’d ever worn in her life. And it smelled different too, at first like dish or medical gloves, then after it heated up from her body-heat, like some strange kinda perfume as time went by and her own scent mingled with it, it was strangely intoxicating in a way she couldn’t define really. Making her slink sexily when she walked around as if it added something almost sexual that had been missing in her life, only she hadn’t realized it before now as the hours flew by. It was quite an eye-opening piece of clothing to be sure. She wasn’t sure if she was wearing it, or if it were wearing her actually… all she knew was that she felt strangely horny all day long. 
By five o’clock, the schedule-book was filled and she was turning them away as gently as she knew how, taking their information for another date and time as instructed by Jens and filing it away for later. 
She shut the phones down and headed back into the studio, wondering why he’d been so quiet the last few hours back there.
So, it was quite a surprise when she rounded the screen and found him in a matching suit to her own, with low men’s boots on his feet and a mask that covered his face and head entirely except for his eyes, nostril-holes and mouth.
“Ready for another shoot, my lovely Edith?” he said cheerily. Blithely, she nodded, if that’s what he wanted that was all right with her she guessed… 
Mainly she noticed that he had an impressive erection that was fully visible under the tight-fitting suit he wore.
Puzzled, she answered finally. “Sure, I guess so…”
He motioned her over to the backdrop once more, handing her a mask, and instructing her to pose a bit, then to slowly draw it on, and not to worry if she had to fiddle with it to make sure everything fit right, just to do it, he said.
She did as he asked, posing saucily, then recalcitrantly, then frightened-looking, then putting on the strange mask, all as he’d asked as he clicked and flashed her till she thought she’d be blinded.
At last, he seemed done. And came to her, running his hand over her covered cheek and holding her with his other arm about her waist. “You look so delicious dressed like this Edith.” He said softly, gently.
She couldn’t help herself any longer, she took advantage of the nearness in their heights due to the heels she wore, and kissed him.
A look came over him, then he kissed her back, longingly, breathlessly, lovingly, her knees grew weak as water as they embraced.
Panting, he mumbled. “Edith, if I don’t stop now…”
“Don’t stop. Kiss me again, love me. I want you Jens…” she replied, melting into his arms.
“But our relationship… our work…”
“Shut up and kiss me…”
She felt his hardness against her belly, rubbed it with one gloved hand and heard him groan as if in pain, but she smiled wickedly because she knew otherwise.
She fumbled with the odd backwards zipper over his crotch and finally got it up enough for his cock to spring free and she found it likewise covered in a latex sheath along with a cup over his testicles. So, safe-sex ‘eh? She mused, fisting him erotically in her hand as she watched his eyes sparkle with desire for her and her alone.
“Want me Jens? You can have me you know, just say the word…” she moaned as he kissed and suckled at her rubber-covered throat.
He answered by sweeping her up in his arms, growling like an animal deep in his throat. He carried her over to a chair, stood her up, and before she realized what was happening, he’d attached restraints to her ankles and wrists and he’d placed her forwards over the chair-back and cuffed her there. The unexpected bondage twist was exciting and she felt the moisture flowing between her legs. “Oh Jens… yes… yes, take me… please!” she moaned, twitching with need over the back of the chair as he quickly undid her zipper-access. He stroked her bare, wet sex and she felt herself slicking his gloved hand with her love-juices.
“Do you think I’m easy Edith? I’m a hard man to love, I have very specific needs. One of them is what you’re wearing now, the others are harder to describe, but you’re coming to understand, I think. But if I take you now, I may blow things later on. And I won’t promise monogamy, I love women too much for that. So don’t love me, I’ll only break your heart. I’ve started something here I may not be able to control, but I want you to know, it’s not your fault, I’ve been like this my whole life…” he intoned, rubbing her sex, making her cry out with need and then giving her a tiny orgasm with his smooth, gloved hands as she quaked over the chair.
“No…. no. Jens, I just want you, I’ve been so horny since I wore the rubber dress… and the panties. (gasp!) I won’t hold you to anything… I know your work means everything…. Just please…. Please…please. (pant, moan)” she pleaded, aching for him.
The chair-back almost broke apart when he rammed into her in one, hard thrust, his hands came around and gripped her breasts, thumbing the nipples to rock-hardness as she screamed in the throes of a much stronger orgasm. This wasn’t love, but she didn’t want love, she wanted a fucking, and that was what she got, a fast, hard sweet fuck that sent her over the top again and again and again.
Although she wore no corset that night, she felt herself grow dazed and hazy, he didn’t stop, never seemed to go soft, though she felt him shoot his juice hard into her several times. 
At last, she passed out from the sheer pleasure of it all, that same stupid smile on her face as last night.


Edith awoke in a strange bed, a very large canopy-bed. Still in her suit she felt and cracking open one eye, saw in the dim light that the entire bed was covered in more latex sheeting, even enclosing them from the canopy-tops. Jens was there too, curled up behind her and she sighed happily, feeling his arms around her in the near-darkness. She was slightly sore, but lay unfettered now in his bed. Such a strange man, she thought as she snuggled back again, feeling him sigh in her ear and hold her closer in his sleep. That same damn smile again was back as she drifted off once more…


She awoke to a kiss in the dark, his hands roaming over her encased body, his penis hard again and insisting against her hip.
With a great smile, she turned, opened herself and they made love this time, long and slowly, to their mutual delight…

In the morning, she didn’t even bother to shower.
He kissed her as they came into the studio and there was already a line of applicants lined up at the front door. He smiled and asked her to “Herd them in please, dear Edith.”
She spent all day taking applications, statistics, head and body shots... Everyone noticed her attire, one or two even asked about it and she smilingly told them it was all part of the attire they might be required to wear during sessions. Only a few left, shaking their heads, not that she minded in the least, the green-eyed monster in her was snapping at her shoulders as it was. She didn’t want to share him at all, but she understood and accepted as best she could.
Throughout the day, women wandered about the studio in every type of fetish attire she could imagine, but his eyes when he came for the next model, always strayed to her before he left. And she was happy with that. She thought she still felt his juices mingled with hers all day long and that made her sigh happily from time to time until she remembered and realized he’d worn the sheath, but then relaxing, knowing she had his mind linked to hers in a way none of the others did for now.

They closed up about six, the last of the models grumbling as they left because he’d locked corsets on them all, making her snicker at their grousing as she locked the front door, waving a half-hearted goodbye to them.
The paperwork lasted another hour longer, and then she was done and went to find him again.
He was hip-deep in film she saw, coming into the darkroom thru the two sets of blackout curtains. “Good shoots today boss?” she asked, sliding her arms about his waist from behind.
“Uh huh. I guess you’re beat, huh my lovely moose?” he teased, leaving some exposures in the soak-tray as he turned and kissed her hello with dripping hands held out from his sides.
“Yeah, and hungry too. Feed me.” She teased back, smiling at him.
“Ok, let’s get you cleaned up and changed, and then we’ll go out.” He said in reply, taking the film and exposures from the soak and hanging them to dry and extinguishing the red-light before walking her out.
“Yes, my master.” She sighed, rolling her eyes playfully.
“Be careful how you say that. I might impose it. I could tell you were jealous all day long, with the other models. So don’t be fresh darling Edith. ‘else I’ll have to punish you. Understand?” he said with an evil smirk. Punish her? Why? Cause she didn’t want to share him? Cheeky bastard!
But before she could get really mad, he kissed her again, and led her over to his apartment where they’d slept the night before, ushered her in and shooed her into the shower to undress and bathe.
Oddly, she didn’t really want to take the suit and mask off, she’d felt comfortable in them all day strangely and so it was with great reluctance that she stepped in the tub after removing her own boots for a change, and took it off under the running water. He’d instructed her this morning about how to clean and treat the rubber and latex outfits and so, hung it all to dry after washing it out with a mild soap and rinsing it thoroughly inside and out.
It was odd, dressing was like a kind of foreplay with this man, he was so strange, yet so loving and knowing, he was so unlike any man she’d ever known, that was for sure.
When she returned, he was dressed in slacks and a shirt and shiny shoes, holding out what she already saw to be a corset.
She sighed, allowing him to put it on her. This one was of heavy red rubber, like the strange suit and dress, with wide steel boning inserts and lot of garters to boot. It seemed smaller than the others too, she was rather lightheaded again when he was through lacing it closed as she held onto the stout bedpost for support.
Next came an odd, yellowish, semi-see-thru A-line dress and black-topped and back-lined stockings, all in latex again.
He added some odd plastic transparent boots with see-thru plastic high-heels to her feet and pronounced her ready after he let her do her hair and make-up once more. There were no panties, and the air moving over her bare sex made her slightly horny as he led her out and took to her to a nice Italian place for a large dinner.
With the corset in place, she didn’t eat much, but played ‘come hither’ with him with her eyes and body as they talked.
“So.” She said. “You like showing my body off, don’t you Jens?”
“You look marvelous in that Edith, trust me.”
“My damn nipples and pubic hair are showing, I’m sitting in a pool of my own making in this kinky rubber dress and you say I look marvelous? You are truly a very strange man Jens. You must like latex on me, I guess?” she teased, eating a cherry-tomato sensuously. 
“You look good in anything I put you in Edith. Believe it!” he replied, sipping his wine.
“But you seem to like putting me in latex or rubber best of all, why is that?” she asked lightly, knowing she was going to get an evasive answer at best. But he surprised her again by saying straightforwardly. “It’s my own fetish. I’m what’s known as a ‘Rubberist.’ I have a thing for seeing women dressed in rubber and I’m not ashamed of it. It’s been part of my life from an early age till now and I’m never going to change in that respect. So you see why I told you not to love me, I’m a lost cause Edith. I’ll always be this way, you see?”
Looking at him, she saw he was nervous, or shy again. She had to walk softly here… “I don’t mind that so much. I was only jealous because I care for you and I’m afraid I might lose you to one of those silly, skinny bitches. But that’s just me. And as for what you like to have women wear, I could care less about that. In fact, I’ve come to grow to like it somewhat. What would you say to that dear Jens? You could have yourself your very own ‘Rubberess’ or whatever you might call it? After yesterday and last night, hell, I’m sold, ha ha ha!” she replied with a gentle laugh at the end of her sentence.
The look he gave her was so convoluted; she couldn’t tell exactly what he was feeling right then. So she simply ate some more and waited for him to continue.
“I don’t think you have any idea what you’re saying Edith, at least not yet… but still, I slept with you, not with them, though I again can’t say what the future might bring. I tell you what, my group is having a gathering tomorrow night, we’ll go and you can meet others like me, then we’ll talk more. All right?” he offered.
“Sounds good to me. I assume I’ll be wearing more rubber?” she quipped with a grin.
“Bet on it dear.” Was all he said.

Back home, he fetched a few magazines from his apartment, handed them to her saying to read up a little on his kind, kissed her goodnight and left her to be alone in her apartment. She wasn’t exactly thrilled by that, but she understood him enough by now that she didn’t press it, though she really wanted to ravage his body again, and sleep with him in his bed, nice and comfy. But it wasn’t to be it seemed...
So, she lay in bed, still in the corset and stockings, and read.
The magazines were about actual real people instead of simply posed photo-shoots or porn as she’d thought they’d be. They were quite interesting too, there were apparently lots of lonely single men out there looking for likeminded or even just accepting mates, as well as couples that got together for what was referred to as ‘Dressing for Pleasure’ (which seemed to more or less simply dining cocktail parties and showing off one’s favorite outfits on a cat-walk.) ‘Play-outings’ and ‘rubbersex’ which seemed to include lots more than just simply gratuitous screwing. There was breath-control, in gasmasks and with air-tanks or hoses. Something interesting called a vacuum-bed, balloons and lots of stuff related to bondage and S/M also that she wondered about. She didn’t like the idea of being hurt, but a spanking might be nice from what she read in a letter from a woman married to a man somewhat like Jens. There were other letters often talking about how wearing rubber outfits released peoples inhibitions and hinted that rubber made one polygamous when otherwise they might not be, much like what Jens had said about why he couldn’t promise monogamy. Many of the men seemed ambivalent and torn about their fetishes and desires and thought it held them back in their relationships, or how they felt they had to hide their desires and needs from their partners and wives, least they lose the relationships that they had, it seemed quite sad to her how many men seemed ashamed and lonely within this ‘scene.’ She didn’t really see any problem herself, then read a letter from a young woman about how, before she’d consented to try some items on, she’d been violently opposed to anything ‘kinky’ and now was remorseful about her previous feelings, about what her boyfriend had (wisely, she’d said, at the time) hidden from her. Edith mulled that thought over for a long time, before meeting Jens, she might well have had felt the same way about these kinds of clothes. Her head was filled with ideas by the time she dozed off at last.

The morning came and she’d simply detached the stockings from the corset in order to shower, then powdered and pulled them back on, knowing that he’d like that.
Sure enough, the look on his face was priceless. “You could have taken those off you know, if you’d wanted to... I didn’t lock it on in case you’d wanted to take a bath…” he said evenly, his eyes nonetheless boring thru her as she retreated into her apartment and bade him sit in the kitchenette area.
“I know. But I enjoyed wearing them, and I did take a bath, I just left the corset on was all, silly.” She replied. “Now tell me a little bit more about this soirée we’re going to tonight, if you would Jens?”
“Well, ok…” he started. “I told you a little about my tastes, and you’ve read the magazines. It’s a masked affair, because some of us aren’t ready to… come out yet, shall we say? We’ll wear the outfits we wore the other night, but you can add some accessories if you’d like. Your pick too. I just can’t believe you’d want to go with me…” he said, twisting his hands fitfully together on the tabletop.
She placed her hand on his soothingly, and smiled at him.
“I’m glad you did. It let’s me get that much closer to seeing you as you really are. What’s the harm in that?”
“It’s just… I can’t… shoot. Ok, I’m not doing this very well am I? I should just hush up and let you see for yourself how harmless we are really. So I will…” he stammered ambivalently.
Edith laughed lightly, smiled again and said with a purr. “So, am I to be the dominant one this time? Or should I let you have the reins again Hmmm?”
His head jerked to the side. “I had no idea you were a Top? If so I’d have…”
“What? No! I’m not saying I’m a dominatrix or anything, I’m just trying out things a bit. I’m open to just about anything. The way you took me the other night was fun… and interesting. I just thought you might like for me to take control a bit occasionally too, if you’d like that…?” she replied, crossing her legs and arms, bouncing one knee over the other.
He noticed the body-language. “No, no. that’s fine. But you don’t have to be one or the other, not just yet anyway. And this get-together is simply that, a gathering of like-minded people meeting to enjoy an evening in their favorite outfits and enjoying each others company. Though I should warn you there will be a bit of bondage and S/M play going on more than likely. And of course you can be on top dear Edith, anytime you wish. Just say so…” he chuckled, covering his tracks nicely she thought to herself. You dog, you. Hee hee.
“Well ok then. Perhaps later, after we leave the party... But don’t think you’ve won this round, the proof of the pudding and all that, right? So, what ‘accessories’ do I have to choose from then Jens?” she inquired.
“Walk this way…” he said, getting to his feet with a big grin. Oh boy… what have I gotten myself into now, Edith wondered?

An hour later, she was in the suit from the other night, this time with the heavy red rubber corset on over it, with the garters detached again since she didn’t really need them at the moment. She wore the tall, tall leather boots and a very tight-legged long rubber skirt he’d called a ‘hobble-skirt’ over her hips which kept her legs closely held together so that she had to make her legs work in tiny circles just in order to walk.
She’d found another mask that she’d liked, this one with wide oval eye-holes so her make-up didn’t smear around the eyes, some blood-red lipstick and had added some elbow-length gloves in red latex over the ones attached to the suit for good measure.
She’s been rather astounded to find the huge collection of outfits and accessories he had in bins and hanging on several racks in the back alongside the more or less ‘regular’ fetish apparel. He’d just chuckled and left her to dress as she liked this time, saying he’d return after he’d gotten himself dressed.
When he returned, she’d held out a set of small padlocks she’d found, turned away from him and said playfully. “I’d hate to be ‘out’ of uniform, so if you please…?”
Chuckling under his breath, he’d obliged her, undoing the laces and drawing them even more tightly closed and slipping the hasps thru the holes at the top and bottom and snapping them shut saying wryly in reply. “Yes, we can’t have that now can we?” 
She was panting again now, her waist crushed even more tightly than before. He would have to do that, wouldn’t he? She wiggled back against him, finding his penis had risen in response to her attire, saying coyly back over her shoulder. “Pity, ruins your lines in the suit dear. Perhaps we should…”
Suddenly, she felt her wrists gripped and pulled behind her, a set of handcuffs snapped shut around them and as she leaned arched over backwards in surprise, his hands roaming over her rubberized body, he said teasingly. “I guess you’re right dear Edith, we should indeed…”
Moments later, she found herself slung over what appeared to be a vaulting-horse, crying out as he pumped his hard shaft in her as he fucked her silly.
“Oh god… oh god…..Ooooooooh Godddddd!” she squealed, already cumming like crazy, his gloved fingers were under her, stroking her clit as she jerked and bucked back against his hard thrusts. Her insides spamming around his cock as he grunted over her shoulder, his other hand mauling her encased breasts, working her erect nipples as they poked thru the latex flopping now over the half-cups of the corset.
He fucked her long and hard, she came several times more before he went rigid and shot several hard gouts of sperm into her and then let her moan and pant as she came down and he went soft inside her before pulling out, bending down, kissing her dripping, cum-filled pudenda wetly and zipping it away from public view. Oh god, the glorious bastard. She thought tiredly, still moaning loudly as he released her, I could really grow to like this kind of thing…
“There now…” He teased. “I trust the lady finds no more faults with my ‘lines?’”
“Ooooooh nooooooo.” She purred, quite satiated for the present and standing, turning and smilingly doing the same for him, giving his soft prick a grateful squeeze as she put it away and zipped him up. “I think you’ll do handsomely, you devil.”
He kissed her a last time, let her get her bag and off they went…

The party was surprising actually, on several levels.
It was held in a nice married couple’s home, in a nice two-story house in a good neighborhood across town.
Edith was introduced as they entered. The husband had answered, dressed also in rubber from head to booted toe. His name was Ed, and the well-fleshed woman who came up soon after was introduced as his wife Mary. She also wore an outfit similar to Edith’s, except in red with black items on over it and her own corset was trimmed with blue and she wore black latex stockings over her suit and under the knee-high, ultra-high-heeled boots she wore. Edith asked about them as Jens and Ed wondered off to fetch the two ladies a drink. “They’re called ballet-boots hon, they’re for punishment really, but Ed’s kept me in them so long, they feel comfortable by now. When I first met him, I could hardly even wear heels of any type, but he insisted and now I wouldn’t wear anything but heels. The tendons in my legs have gone, so what else can I do?” said Mary surprisingly cheerily.
“I’m new to this kind of thing myself. It’s all kinda surreal, don’t you think?” Edith replied. She found she liked the woman, whom she judged to be in her forties or somewhere abouts. As they all wore masks, she had no idea what the woman looked like, but she seemed very nice…
“It is at that.” Mary chuckled, putting her arm over Edith’s shoulder and drawing her further inside the house, introducing her around, there were quite a few couples here she saw, one or two single women, and about fifteen unattached males milling around the living area. “At first, when Ed finally confessed his desires to me for rubber and bondage, I was appalled and almost ran off. But he was quite kind and stable and loving, he loved me so much he gave me a huge ring on our third date and asked me to marry him. But I was leery because he’d placed parts of the house off limits to me and you know how us ladies are, I just had to ferret out his secrets… and then I decided, ok. He’s not cheating, he’s not psycho, he just has a different idea of what ‘lingerie’ turns him on. You see I came from a fishing town in Maine, so it wasn’t as bad for me as for some women I guess, I’d worn heavier stuff on a daily basis growing up, so I bit the bullet and haven’t looked back since. We’ve been wonderfully happy, we have three kids and his business is booming. All in all, I’d say it’s worked out great.”
“Wow.” Replied Edith. “You look great for having had children, how did you keep your figure so trim?” 
“Don’t you know hon? You’re wearing one yourself I see? It’s the corsets, I haven’t been without one since my first day as Mrs. Re…” she was interrupted by Ed and Jens return. “No names dear, you know the rules.” The man admonished gently, slipping his arm around the older woman’s waist and kissing her lovingly.
Mary sighed. “Yes dear, I’m sorry. The rules… three of the best tonight then?” she asked Ed, her head lowered contritely but giving Edith a wink to let her know Mary was fine with it.
“Ten, at least, I think. Go to the pillory dear, I’ll be right with you.” Said Ed with a grin and a swat to his wife’s abundant rear as she squeaked in mock-outrage and went shuffling over to a wooden, but rubber-padded device along the back wall, rubbing her rump as she placed her hands and neck in the grooves to await her punishment.
Her husband chuckled and said. “Ah my lovely wife. Don’t let her kid you my dear, she loves every minute of it, you’ll see soon. Nowadays, she purposely gets in trouble just so I’ll spank her lovely behind for her, it warms her up for the after-party fun you see.” 
“Just so.” Said Jens with a wry smirk to Edith who looked slightly shocked at both men’s responses, here was the exact thing she’d read about in the magazines. Idly, she wondered to herself what a good spanking might be like in all this fetish attire? “I guess so…” was all she could bring herself to say.
“Don’t be so spooked Ms. Edith. When I met Mary, she told me one night as I was slowly introducing her to my world that she’d always dreamed of a man that would spank her and make her his personal slavegirl. And so, we help each other get what our fondest desires are. Isn’t that what makes a relationship work and endure, compromise?” said Ed, handing Edith her drink which she’d all but forgot in the interim. 
Edith had to admit it was, in her opinion too. And told him so.
The two men chuckled and then Ed excused himself, to attend to his wife’s ‘needs.’ He said.
As Ed headed over to the pillory, one of the single women ambled over and introduced herself as Margaret, or just Marge, said hello and then commented. “Ah, that Mary. She has all the luck, a good man and an even better master to call her own.”
“And you haven’t found yourself someone to do that for you yet I assume Marge?” replied a perplexed Edith. Jens just squinted with amusement as the ladies chatted and Ed plucked a large many-bladed flogger-whip from the table where numerous such instruments were arrayed on. Shaking out the blades and warming up his wrist by flicking it several times, then placing a red rubber-ball-gag in his wife’s mouth and buckling it closed so her cries could barely be heard across the room as he gave her rump a light stroke of the lash that sounded almost like a gun-shot to Edith.
“Noooo, not yet. There’s so many rubberist guys to choose from, it’s hard to decide. Most of them are subs rather than dom’s anyway, although there are a few switches as well. I’ll find someone someday, until then, there’s plenty to play with.” Said Marge with a sly smirk.
The whole room watched as Ed folded the top part of the device on over her wrists and neck, locked it shut and bent and kissed his wife, then stuffed a small yellow rubber bath-ducky in her pinioned hand, stroked her rear a few times and then smacked the whip down on her butt full force, making the sharp sound from the earlier one seem tame by comparison. The wife leapt in the pillory, her breasts swaying and bouncing in the rubber suit as her rump was compressed by the blades of the whip. She howled, but the gag made it into a mere mumble and high-pitched squeak, her eyes went wide and by the sixth stroke, she was raising her rear up to met the lash, her hips swiveling wildly and her eyes glazing over with an odd lustful look Edith had never seen before.
“I’ll bet you five bucks Mary cums before he stops, whatta ya say Edith?” opined Marge.
But before Edith could reply, Mary lurched against the pillory, her whole body went rigid and shivering, her pelvis clinched several times as her head snapped back hard enough that her neck smacked the padded wood above her.
Even Edith knew the signs, the woman was locked in a massive orgasm and it only got worse as her husband laid into her ass hard enough for one of the whiptails to tear free and fling itself across the room to land at the trio’s feet, Mary’s body vibrating continually in a way Edith knew all too well.
“Holy fucking Shit…!” Edith exclaimed to no one in particular.
“Ah well. There goes an easy five dollars.” Laughed Marge next to her.

Later, they all had fun playing, of all things, twister. In the squeaking touch-enhancing rubber, it was wildly erotic and Edith squeaked and came just from the innocent movement of a man’s thigh against her sex as she struggled to stay up-right on both legs and one arm as she stretched to try and reach the spinner, she lost her balance. As the group collapsed in a heap, all “ahhh’ing” in disappointment, Jens laughed out loud. The jerk, I was really trying too, Edith thought! But she couldn’t stay mad at him long she found as he’d handed her her drink again, helping her up as she righted herself from the happy tangle of limbs and torsos.
The highlight of the night for her though was the vacuum-bed, just like in the magazines she’d seen.
It was way cool, and hot, but mostly very cool. She’d had to let Jens remove her skirt and boots, the people in the room cheering him on, first.
Then she’d slipped between the two loose halves of the bed, a man showed her how the breathing mouth-piece worked, slid a freshly chlorinated bit on the tube and let her position it to her liking, then laid her down, closed the sides, and with a click, the air inside whooshed out, vacuum-locking her inside like a boil-in-bag pasta in between the layers of rubber. She was stuck fast and could only move the least little bit.
Then she felt many hands on her as a large group of the people gathered and stroked her everywhere it seemed, squeezing her breasts and nipples, stroking her thighs and her sex, her entire skin, till she couldn’t help but cum twitching in the bag, over and over, till she thought she would die of the pleasure.
At last, they let her out and Ed and Jens led her over to collapse on the couch next to Marge and Mary and another woman, Kim and left to let her recover. She was still babbling some minutes later when she looked up and found that Jens had taken her place in the bed. She watched as the scene was repeated with him jerking furiously in the rubber, wishing she had the strength to help get him off, but she just didn’t at the moment. Watching her lover squirm was sooo erotic. 
Finally, the night was over, way too early as most fun evenings-out tend to be. 
They said their goodbyes and she hugged the group of ladies, saying tiredly that she’d love to come again. Boy, would she ever… she thought to herself as she squeezed Jens’s ass with a wink back to the girls as they retreated down the walk together.


“Guiltless Photography. Edith here, how may I help you?” had become her litany in the last three days.
There were models everywhere, packed in like sardines, waiting their turns in front of Jen’s lens. She’d had to have one guy that had mistakenly come in to get some anniversary photos done carted off in an ambulance. He’d passed out with a raging hard-on at the sight of so many women dressed like a skin-mag fold-outs. Smiling, she’d pressed a G-P business card in his limp hand as the EMS people had wheeled him away. Poor man…
She’d grown used to all the packed-in women. She knew she had Jens to herself after they’d returned that Sunday night, had made love till dawn and before he’d opened the front door to the studio the next morning, he’d surprised her by asking her if she’d wanted to become his ‘girlfriend.’ Speechless, she’d kissed him, groped him in full view of the line of women outside and slinked away to her desk, grinning like a mad-woman at him as he’d jogged past back into the studio to keep his sudden hard-on from showing, the rush of amused women coming to a halt before her desk, one or two giving her the evil-eye. She’d just smiled and impishly kicked those few down the list, let ‘em wait…

After the Wednesday afternoon delivery’s, she’d returned to the studio. Locked the front up, and watched as he finished the last shoot of the day with a very tall, statuesque brunette named Josephine in 1940’s attire. Listening to the woman grouse about the heavy corset she’d been wearing for a week now, bitch that she couldn’t bathe without it getting tighter as the flashes went off and the shutter clicked as Jens ran out the roll.
“Be glad yours is only satin.” She opined as the young woman gave her a go-to-hell look. “Mine make that look like a walk in the park Joe.”
“Yeah.” The woman sighed, stretching as best she could. “But you’re used to it, and besides, you like it. I, for one, don’t.” retorted the woman, taking her bag from a scarred table and letting herself be led out by Edith.
“It’s not so bad.” Edith replied. “And besides, since you’ve been wearing it, your figure looks great, don’t you agree?”
The woman just pursed her lips as she left, hitching her skirt and grumbling under her breath as she sashayed up the street.
She returned sauntering into the back, making sure everything was closed up tight and waited on Jens to finish in the darkroom, asking as he exited bleary-eyed. “Tired dear? Why don’t we stay in tonight and I’ll cook a nice home-cooked meal for you? Then I could rub your shoulders for you…”
He sighed as she rose and put word to deed, kneading his tight muscles as he gathered up the few things that couldn’t wait and they exited out the back and locked it for the night. “That sounds great Edith. Follow me then dear-girl.” He replied tiredly.
To her surprise, he turned left and headed thru the gate for the parking lot.
He opened the door on his Toyota and she climbed in, mystified.
He drove a few miles before her curiosity got the better of her.
“Where are we going Jens? I was going to cook dinner for you, why are we heading out towards The Commons? Who lives out there?”
He gave her a tired look, half-smiled and replied simply. “Home.”
Totally confused, she watched the road as he made several turns, winding up in a cul-de-sac in a very ritzy area. Then turned in at a fabulous looking three-story brownstone.
He turned the car off after parking it behind a classic red 240-Z, motioned her out and spread his hands wide. “home.” He repeated.
“Huh?!” she cried, totally flummoxed.
He entered at the side-door, with a thick key and tossed everything on a marble table that would have cost half a years worth of her old salary alone. Heck this place looked like it ought to be featured in ‘lifestyles of the rich and famous.’
“You mean, this place is yours Jens? I mean… come on. You’re kidding right?” she exclaimed, looking at the rich bokhara carpeting, the ornate woodwork and built-in book and knick-knack shelves and the real cut stone (not brick) fireplace.
“I wasn’t always a photographer you know Edith. I used to be one of the Borg till I quit and sold all my stock out. I did real horrorshow, I just was burning out. I just got sick of the constant rushing to deadlines, and of course, of Bill himself.” Jen’s replied, taking off his shirt and jacket and laying them over a dos-á-dos couch covered in black leather and kicking off his shoes and socks.
“Holy shit…” was all she could think to say.
He laughed, kissed her and said evenly. “Dinner? Anything would taste good right about now I think…”
Still blinking in a kind of shock, she wandered the rooms, finally finding a kitchen that looked big enough to feed a hundred people. Pulled a vac-packed porter-house from the massive walk-in fridge, hunted up some pasta in a huge cupboard and blankly made them both a meal by rote. 
Walking back with two plates, again wandering the many rooms till she found him in a huge dining area, already seated, so tired he had his head in his hands. She placed the food before him, apologizing that she couldn’t find anything easily to drink with it.
He laughed lowly, pointed to a wall and told her to press the brass plate. The wall swung around when she did, revealing a huge bar, filled wine racks, cabinets and a built-in fridge. She pulled a bottle blindly from the racks, found some glasses and a corkscrew and opened the bottle and poured them both a glass and sat next to him, still totally thunderstruck.
He noted she wasn’t eating and said. “Edith. Snap out of it dear. Eat your dinner, there’s more to come later. I’ll show you…”
Blinking, she ate, a thousand questions springing to mind, but uttering nothing throughout the meal she was so nonplused by the whole thing.
When they were finished, He took her by the hand, led her up a grand staircase that looked like it came from out of an English movie, along a hall and into the most massive bedroom she’d ever seen before now.
This one room was as large as the entire studio and their apartments put together. With armoire’s lining one entire wall. The bed itself was as big as her apartment almost, it was put together of huge dark-stained beams to make a canopy-bed draped in black latex sheeting that gleamed dully in the florescent lighting.
He shucked the rest of his clothes as he walked, arriving naked at the bed, mumbling with a wry smile. “Now, you said something about a back-rub?” as he drew aside the rubber drapes and climbed into the huge bed and lay face-down.
“God.” She sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me about all of this sooner?”
“Mmmmmm, ‘cause if I told everyone, they’d treat me differently. Wouldn’t you have, if you’d known? That’s why I waited until now to let you in on this, ‘cause I want people to see me a regular guy. But you’re my girlfriend now, and you deserved to know…” he purred as she massaged his back and neck, still in a kind of shock.
Sighing, Edith rubbed until she heard his breathing grow heavy and she knew he was asleep.
Her mind was bubbling over with questions. Yes, she did realize that he was right about being treated differently if she had known he had been so wealthy, but Edith didn’t think that really mattered, not to her anyway. He was a kind and gentle man and that was what really mattered to her in retrospect.
Gazing down at him, sleeping so peacefully, she felt very warmly towards him.
“Men.” She sighed, finally coming out of her trance, sliding out of the bed to stand and start undressing.
She unlaced the granny-style high-heeled boots she was wearing, then took off the black silk top and jacket, leaving the corset on but removing the black latex tights she’d been wearing all day, leaving her in only her thong and corset. Then she decided to wander a bit, to see what his place looked like a bit more.
The bathroom was a wonder all in itself. Gleaming stainless walls and fixtures made up the majority of the surfaces that weren’t mirrored. Even the floor was mirrored. There was a bidet next to the toilet, a pair of huge antique iron bathtubs and a very large walk-in shower.
Sighing, she removed the corset, groaning now from the lack of the support it gave her these days, and the latex thong and took a steaming shower to wash off the small amounts of grime and sweat from the days labors.
It felt good to have a hot bath for as long as one wished.
Looking in the steamed-up mirrors as she dried off, she smiled at her appearance, the corsets had been doing their work nicely she noted. The one drawback seemed to be her feet; the constant wearing of heeled shoes was causing her pain when she stood too long flat-footed. Oh well, the things we do for art, she mused.
On a lark, she found some shaving cream and a razor, did her legs and underarms, and then with the help of some trimming scissors, she cut down her pubic bush and shaved it clean and smooth as a babies bottom. I bet he’ll love this, and it’ll make getting into the outfits a bit easier too, she thought, she’d had more than a handful of pubic hair yanked free over the last week or so, with that and the sex, it had been more than a little irritating.
Emerging from the bathroom, she walked the rows of armoires, glancing inside and taking in the smell and the sight of so many rubber outfits, at last finding one filled to bursting with woman’s-wear.
Oh wow! She thought, these are much nicer than the ones I’ve been usually getting to try out, taking what looked like a custom-fitted simi-transparent enclosure-suit from the armoire and holding it up before her. She wasn’t sure it would fit her, it looked too tall, like it had been made specially for someone. But who?
In the back, she found a banded-together and bagged group of outfits with a small note with her name and sizes on them. Delighted, she un-bound them and examined them.
He really wants me to wear this? She asked herself, amazed, holding up a very severe looking suit with attached mask, gloves and feet.
The first suit was obviously designed for long-tem wear, she noted the rear anal-plug with the valves designed for internal flushing, the urine-tube above the sleeved vagina and removable vaginal dildo and the mask with the short, sleeved mouth-hole, short nostril-tubes and pin-holed eye openings.
The second suit was more normal, with simple sleeved linings for her sex and anus and the mask had tear-drop eyes, normal nose holes and a mouth that would at least let her lips appear thru it.
Next came a set of dresses, one was floor-length, with simi-transparent sections that would show her sides up to the bustline and from the floor up over her butt to the small of her back as well as a shorter one revealing her front up to just under her crotch. It was silvery blue and green everywhere else.
The next dress was a hobble-dress that went from her throat to her ankles with a tiny train that would drag the floor behind her as she walked along in it. It was black with red darts under the bustline and trimmed along the edges and tight fitting sleeves.
The last item was another suit, and it was surreal. There were no eye-holes in the attached mask at all, there were more short nostril tubes and a buckled-in gag shaped like a small penis, it had a severe built-in corset at the waist with mitten-gloves at the ends of the arms with shiny D-rings at the tips and the interior showed and she felt more sleeved linings and removable dildos at the crotch.
Okayyyyyyy, she thought to herself. I knew he was into enclosure, but this is kind of out there, even for what she’d been wearing lately.
Looking further behind the second door, she found drawers filled with underwear, tights and hose and some small items like skirts and tops along with a large collection of boots and shoes, all with very high heels and mainly appearing to be in her sizes or close enough anyway for her to wear.
Taking the second suit, the more or less normal one, she went back to the bathroom and dressed in it, wrapping her rubber corset she had worn earlier around it to take the pain out of her back, cinched it as best she could, used a slim dildo to ease the sleeves in and slid back in the huge bed beside Jens and snuggling up, went to sleep.

Edith awoke in the darkness and knew something was up, when she tried to move her limbs, she found them restrained, holding her spread-eagled out towards the four points of the massive bed. She tugged futilely, straining against the elastic bonds and finding little give to them, she relaxed. She could do nothing else anyway.
She didn’t feel him near her in the enclosed space, but knew he couldn’t be far away, that wouldn’t be like him, he was always so safety-conscious.
Presently, she could make out a rustling, then a sliver of light, then she felt a body slide in beside her.
“Good morning my dear Edith.” Jens said softly. “As you can tell, I’ve been making a few arrangements while you slept. By the way, I see you’ve found some of your presents, I hope you’ll enjoy them darling. It’s early yet, so I thought we could play a bit before breakfast and the start of the day.”
She tried to answer, then found that she couldn’t answer due to a gag in her lips she hadn’t noted in her awakening inventory. She tried to speak, but it came out a mumble.
Jens voice came to her again in the dark. “Yes, you are gagged at present. It wouldn’t do to disturb the neighbors, would it darling? I want you to experience, not speak. That is part of the lesson this morning.”
She felt his hand upon her body, moving upwards along her leg, then the thigh, up her side to cup and squeeze her breasts tantalizingly, starting a delicious heat in her rising to the fore.
The latex everywhere distributed the sensations of his touch, she moaned into the gag even as his hand stroked her cheek and raised her head slightly.
“Now… To make the experience complete… you must be suffused with the rubber, to the point when you no longer notice it except for the sensations it imparts.” She heard him say softly as something thick being lowered and then attached to her face and skull, a gasmask perhaps?
That was what it seemed to be, as soon as the tightness clamped her head, she felt her breathing began making popping and hissing noises and could smell the thick, pungent, cloying smell of heated rubber and nothing else. She grunted and it seemed to echo inside the strange mask. The scent of warmed rubber was heavy and her body, already turned on, responded to the sensual assault, her nipples hardened to aching points and she could feel her secretions start flowing wetly in the crotch of the suit she was wearing.
Being so isolated, yet so near to him and his wonderful prick sparked an image of him fucking her that so enflamed her, she arched her back and thrust her loins out in the darkness, hoping to be filled.
Instead, she felt a fluted, lubricated plug being eased slowly into her rear passage, grunted as it slid past her sphincter and the ring of her anus clamped greedily shut around it and she sighed, moaning as the fires in her body rose even higher.
In the darkness, his hands resumed roaming over her taunt body, the sensations making her roll her eyes in undisguised lust as she felt the aching points of her nipples encircled by a tongue, then suckled loud and smackingly.
Her body tensed, held at the edge for a moment, then he stopped and she groaned in distress and settled down only for him to start up again, bringing her again to the very edge of orgasm, then backing away.
This went on for an agonizingly long time, by now she was yelling out futilely into the gag, screaming for him to let her cum, anything, anything to cum!
But he sadistically held her off, only allowing her an orgasm as he introduced a thick, knobbed and ribbed dildo into her pussy. And what a cum! She saw little stars and white lights and felt she should pass out anytime, but she didn’t, her body knew these kinds of games by now, and wouldn’t let that happen now no matter how much she wished it to be.
Her body was slapping against the rubber sheets, her hips grinding, trying to move the objects in her holes enough for her to cum again.
Then she went rigid as the plug and the dildo came to vibrating, twisting life within her! She went insane then, cumming over and over as his hands tweaked her clit thru the rubber suit and mauled her breasts and thighs. Her body shook and quaked, her toes curled and pointed as she climaxed over and over, yet the more she struggled, the more orgasmic she became!
Not granted an instants peace, she soon lost count of the number of mind-numbing ecstatic spasms she experienced, and then the vibes quieted and slowly, she came back to herself, gulping in huge lungfulls of breath, every muscle in her body twitching from the effort she’d exerted so far.
A humming male voice, seemingly far away, came to her thru the tube running from her gasmask in the dark. “There now my darling Edith. Now you realize the power of my favorite material and what it can impart if you’ll only allow yourself to relax and experience it properly. You’re a prize worth the effort, you went thru the experience without any baggage and now, after our coupling, I’ll let you decide where we go from here my love.”
Moaning, all but exhausted, she mewled her submission. Her body still aflame and her mind near rebellion, she mewled and lurched as she felt the dildo being extracted from her clinching vaginal orifice and then purred happily as she felt his body sliding up to cover hers. She lifted up as he placed his extraordinarily hard cock at the entrance to her passage, trying to get it to slip in. but he made her wait, kissing and licking at her neck and breasts, kissing her over the gasmask and the hidden gag in her lips that so ached to kiss him back. He taunted her it seemed, her rubbered mons puckered as if kissing the head of his shaft in welcome, she moaned as she swiveled her hips about wantonly.
Oh god! She thought, please, please… fuck me, come on… fuck me, I need it soooo bad, the rubber has made me soooo horny, I have to come, have to… ohhhhh, you tease Jens, you’ll pay dearly for this, you sweet, horny rubber bastard… oh please, fuck me…!
Seeing that she was more than begging for it with her eyes and body, she felt his girth spread her open as it parted her petals and she cried out against the gag, already spasming, as the first few inches were massaged by her undulating passage like a milking hand clutching his manly pole.
A rough kind of insanity gripped her then, if she hadn’t already been restrained, she’d have raped him for sure. As it was, she almost threw him off as she howled dementedly, her body throwing itself at him as she came blindingly, in a rut unlike any she’d ever experienced or even heard of before anywhere.
Her body jerked and surged and arched and clutched, anything it could try to get more of his man-meat inside her molten pussy, her body ran with sweat, girl-cum and as a particularly strong climax took her, some urine and the whole of it sloshed around between the rubber and her skin, boiling her in her own juices even as she twitched, spasmed, came and lurched up to try to get greater and more exacting orgasms from his glorious member.
Thank god for rubber, the thought came into her mind unbidden. Without it, I wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t be experiencing this, with him. God, I love latex and rubber now, she realized, I couldn’t go back to regular wear, perhaps not even if I wanted to, and I surely do not. I love this, I love him, I love it all, more, more, please, more… Edith quaked as another orgasm shook her to the core, her ass quivering like jelly as she felt herself rippling around his prick, her ass clinching hard on the anal intruder, sending sparks into her vision once more.
Then, her world erupted, as he quit playing and plunged in to the core of her being and began pistoning in and out, his ass grinding down into hers, forcing her hips into the bed with every thrust of his god-like cock. She momentarily passed out, only to come back into the midst of a shrieking cum that caused her leg muscles to cramp as she came convulsively around him. 
Her head slamming back into the mattress repeatedly as he pillaged her body and the rubber aroma infused itself into her mind and soul as much as his cock beat a path to her heart and lodged here, a rampant dagger of erected love tattooed to her very soul forevermore.
Somewhere in the distance, she felt his cock throb and felt him tense and she clamped down with every last fiber of her being. Trying to get him to experience some small part of the feelings she was bubbling over with, a protracted, explosive orgasm exploding within her as he squirted his love-juice into his sheath and into her sleeved cunt, one large pulse, then several diminishing ones following behind as his male orgasm spent itself.
He collapsed upon her, driving the last of the wind from her and she felt him kissing her neck as he panted, winded, heard his voice echo in the enclosed space as he said he loved her and hoped she’d always stay with him, to live this life to the fullest as she watched the already darkened world grow dimmer and faded away into a deeper darkness…

Edith awoke again, to find herself naked, washed and cleaned lovingly, face down on the rubbery sheets.
Jens must have been hovering nearby, because his head appeared thru the side of the rubber canopy-covering and she smiled tiredly at him. “good morning lover…” she purred, happy to find her gag gone as well, she rolled cat-like over and getting to her knees, kissed him lovingly.
“Good morning yourself lover-girl. It’s time for breakfast, better do your toilet and I left out something for you to wear today.” He replied, kissing her back and placing an arm around her as she tried to get shakily to her feet. “I’ll just bet…” she teased as she tried to stand. Owwww! Her feet hurt as she tried to force them flat and he saw her discomfort, pressed her back down to sit again and quickly returned with a pair of open-toed high-heeled mules for her to wear, getting to his knees to place them on her feet. She sighed, her heart singing as she got up once more and headed to the bathroom. God, did she have to pee…
She came out wearing the suit from last night, the corset loose around her as she hunted and then found him in the cavernous kitchen. They smiled to one another, then she turned and said. “Do a girl up sailor? I feel like I could eat a horse…”
He laughed, coming over and hauling on the laces until her breath whooshed out and then after a few more pulls, tied it off, saying. “No horse in the house, but plenty of eggs and bacon and waffles, I also made a small salad, if you’d prefer that. I wasn’t sure what you’d care for…?”
“Awwwww. That’s sweet, but I’m not picky like some women are. You’ll just have to ‘work’ it off me’ later on, deal?” she teased, sitting down and digging into the huge mound of food he’d prepared. Boy, would her mother be proud of her, finding a man who didn’t mind cooking or cleaning up after himself.
As she munched her way thru half a plate of waffles and bacon with syrup, he disappeared for a few minutes, returning with a pair of tight-fitting thigh-high ladies rubber boots with tall spiked heels which he proceeded to pull on over her legs and feet, seating everything to her satisfaction so nothing would rub a blister on her. Teasingly, she lifted a booted leg for him to kiss and lick, which he did, with some gusto she noted as she finished up the last of her meal.
He took the plates to the sink, rinsed them and put them in the washer and turned it on, taking her by the hand and leading her towards the entranceway.
There, he placed a rubber collar in her hands, she read the gothic inscription on the chrome-metal plate riveted to it with a sort of epiphany running through her soul. “RubberDoll: Property of Texal Enveloper”
Without a hint of hesitation, she brought it up to her neck and placed it around it, finding it fit snuggly around her throat and after fiddling with it a moment, she heard it snap shut and then a click as it locked on. “There. I give myself to you Jens, my rubber master.” She intoned. “Use me well and often and I am yours forever after, my love.”
He’d worn simi-regular clothes today again, more rubber pants, a leather belt, boots and a black broadcloth shirt, moments later it was dripped with tears as he began crying happily. 
Edith was a little shocked, to see a man cry so openly, truly they’d crossed some kind of threshold in the night she quickly determined. She stroked his cheek to try to soothe him.
“Have you any idea how much I love you dear Edith? How long I’ve searched for a woman to love me how and for who I am? No, of course you couldn’t… I had a girlfriend once, long ago. We were to be married, and she loved me as much as we both loved rubber and rubbersex. But she went away on a retreat with her parents, and somehow they brainwashed her into going super-Christian, and though I argued that there was nothing in the bible about fetishes, much less rubber or latex, she left me…
I was devastated. My whole world crashed in around me. It sent me on a string of one night stands with women, whom shall we say, were less than honest about their desire for my fetish, much less my money…
I had given up on love, settled instead for starting up my business, and then I met you.
And my heart beat again with hope. You saw me only as a struggling businessman, skirting close to being a pornographer really, yes, I know…. Yet you didn’t judge me, or the clothing I wished you to wear. Simply accepted it and me, and still you dared to love me, seduced me really… yes, I know about that as well… it was mutual. And so… here…” he said, his words stumbling over each other.
He held out a similar collar to the one she wore, she took it and read. “Texal Enveloper: Property of RubberDoll. For love.”
Edith didn’t know what to say, this was tantamount to an engagement ring in his world, she knew by now. Her heart turned to jelly, she felt weak. Not only did he love her, he wanted to Be hers.
Biting back tears of her own, she smiled at him, encircled his neck with the thick band and snapped the lock shut.
She couldn’t help herself any longer, she kissed him frenziedly, holding him close and tight, her heart aching with love for him.
“I tell you what…” she purred. “Since this is a special day. Why don’t I go to the studio, cancel the appointments for today and we can spend the day here, enjoying each others company, exploring this world I find myself sliding into further and further, and then we could go out for dinner and you can show me off to your friends and we can all get better acquainted. Or, barring that, we could just stay in and “do things” with and for each other all night, hmmmm?”
The grin he gave her was priceless. Even with the red-tinged puffy, watery eyes.
“Going out like that dear Edith? Or would you rather change first?” he teased.
She imaginarily flipped her covered-over hair with one hand, turned, and cast back over her shoulder. “Oh. I’ll find “something” I’m sure. While I’m gone to the studio, you pick out something, for now, I’ll just have to “settle” for what I can find in the bedroom, won’t I darling?” she said, her stilettos clicking time to her steps as she went off to climb the stairs again.

Ten minutes later, he poked his head in, found her still dressed as before and tapping one foot. She held out her hand. “Key please.” She asked.
He laughed, pointed to a ring hanging on a hook inside the first armoire’s door and was still chuckling as she pushed him out again with a wry smirk.

Thirty minutes after that, she came down dressed in a long-sleeved, high-collared white and black latex long-sleeved blouse, tight black rubber pencil skirt covered at the seam by a wide white rubber belt. Wearing the rubber thigh-boots over opaque latex stockings held up by a latex garter-belt, a tiny latex thong and an open-nippled rubber bra and latex camisole underneath it all with a shiny black wide-brimmed flat summer-hat covering her head, the fashionable filmy veil over her face not-quite covering the collar around her throat, making it appear to be simply jewelry more or less.
Sitting on the lovers-couch in the entrance-room, he let out with a low wolf-whistle of appreciation of her attire, handed her a set of keys, kissed her and let her out the side door.

The keys didn’t fit anything in the driveway, she found to her annoyance. She almost went back inside again, but something told her he was up to something again, so she tried the small electronic control box attached to the keyring, pushed a button and with a rattle, one of the six garage-doors opened to reveal a beautiful English Cornish Roadster in a custom red with a beige interior and leather seats. Wow, she thought as the engine roared to life, idling powerfully as it warmed up. Does her man have great taste or what? 
The car was as good as gold as she slipped out the drive on the other side of the garages and into the alleyway, heading off to the studio.
The calls took her about an hours time, only a few of the women complained about not being able to come in for whatever reason, mainly because they seemed to want more than anything else to be relieved of their corsets when they were switched into another costume. But they’d just have to wait another day or so Edith told them. She even told one or two of the ones she liked more or less why they had gotten an impromptu day off. Of these, they laughed and wished her well, joking that now maybe Edith could steal the keys and get them outta these damn corsets? “Not on your life. Besides, look in the mirror and tell me that with a straight face? I’ll wager you haven’t been so trim and shapely since high school? So, quit yer bitching and enjoy the day, I know I will…” Edith replied saucily, hanging up the receiver and shutting down the phones once more. 
She closed up, retrieved the naughty panties from her apartment, stuffing them in her purse for later and headed out to The Commons once more, enjoying the double-takes from other drivers as she roared along the road, happy as a Cheshire cat.

Her breath was taken away again as she entered the drive from the front of the street, the house was even more beautiful seen in the daylight, like something from a schoolgirls dreams with a well-tended English garden, rows of cherry trees and spruces and high shrubberies with a topiary or two at the opposing corners shaped like grazing deer. She noticed a number of large vents, but they’d been landscaped around and were hardly noticeable.
A very dreamlike palace indeed, she mused as she parked the car in it’s garage once more and closed the door as she walked back to the side. There was a key on the ring he’d given her for the house and she opened it and went off in search of her beau.
She found him in one of the side rooms on the first floor, rubbered from head to toe again, masked, with a strange visor-like apparatus over his eyes, hanging in set of chrome rings from a thick-looking harness and elastic strapping that allowed a small amount of movement from his arms and legs, she observed. Nearby, was a computer on a large desk and on the screen was a running program labeled VirtueComm, vir.9x and a scene on the monitor not unlike a video game console. Edith watched as the figure on the screen skied down a mountain, made jumps, slalomed in and out of flags and won cheers from cartoonishly built ski-bunnies when he came close by the spectators. She noted that as the figure on the screen moved, Jens made tiny movements also. Cool, a VR game, she finally deduced. Removing her hat, she placed it on the desk and turned back to look at her busy boyfriend.
With her eyes, she followed the cables running from the computer box to the circular frame and up to the headpiece, watched as he twitched thru a set of turns and ended the virtual ski-run by turning and sending up a wall of snow as he came to a stop. His arms lifted slightly in the frame and she looked back at the screen and saw him waving at the crowd as he doffed his skis, grabbed his poles and then relaxed as the scenario ended and the screen went dark on the table.
Her heels clicked on the floor as she went over to assist him out of the frame.
He started slightly as she grasped the headpiece and removed it from his head.
“Oh, hello Edith. I didn’t realize you were back yet… sorry about the game, I was just wasting time.” He said, working his arm as she released it.
“That’s all right, I understand. That’s a pretty neat system you have there. Is skiing all it does?” she replied with a smirk.
“Hardly. But then I’ve been the only one to enjoy it so far. Care for a try? I can set up something special for you if you’d like?”
Edith took a moment to kiss him and then replied. “No. Not right now, maybe later. I gave everyone the day off, so we have all the time in the world.”
“Well ok then, care for a tour of the facilities instead? Perhaps you’ll see something you’ll like better and we can enjoy ourselves that way?” he offered as she bent and released his legs and arms and he showed her the small winch that held the harness suspended and she lowered him to his feet with the control-box and then let him finish removing the harness itself.
“Ok by me. I shudder the think what all you have tucked away in this fantastic place of yours. Lead on then, I’m all yours lover.” She replied. Letting him take her by the elbow and lead her out of the side-room and down a long hall, around several corners, showing her themed rooms along the way.
There were all kinds of rooms here: small theaters, spa-rooms, storage rooms, equipment rooms, dungeon rooms, isolation and meditation rooms, a mud-bath room, several libraries and reading rooms, studies, spare bedrooms. And a room with lots of hoses hanging from the ceilings and with hundreds of gasmasks mounted on wig-heads adorning the walls and with padded floors with a concave pit in the center filled with a slippery, clear gel he called the ‘greased pig’ room. She laughed out loud about that one, and he promised he’d bring her back to that one again another time.
Seemingly after walking half a block, he came to a white metal door with a plate mounted on it naming it as the WaterWerks room and opened the door and inside was the biggest indoor at least triple-sized Olympic-sized pool she’d ever seen, or so she thought.
Along the walls were various standing clear Plexiglas and opaque fiberglass tanks and spheres, all filled with fluids and aerated by fixed piping. As they walked along the poolside, she gasped looking down into its waters. My god, was that a small underwater habitat or town down there? The depth was indicated here as being more that sixty feet, how was that possible? And how did one get down there anyway, swim? Impossible! You’d need SCUBA equipment at the very least!
He must have been listening to her thoughts, because he pointed to a six or so foot tall, round sphere mounted on a clear Plexiglas tube that resembled nothing so much as a rodent’s habitrail tubes, but jutting straight up thru the concrete floor beside the pool itself.
Smiling, Jens offered her a choice of transports. “Ok darling, we can swim down, take the SHARK or if you’re adventurous, we can take the tube there. That is, if you wish to see my little spiders-parlor for yourself. Or we can play or relax in the tanks, or even just play by the pool if you like, your choice?”
Inclining her head to one side in confusion, she asked with knitted brows. “A shark…? The tube? Huh?”
Laughing delightedly, he pointed over to the far off corner of the pool where an enclosed underwater divers sled was beached on an inclined concrete ramp alongside several one-person torpedo-like devices. “The SHARK is a three-person transport device, battery-operated like the rest beside it. The slider-tube is a quick transport tube not unlike a waterpark slide that’ll drop you down to the habitat’s concourse tunnel underneath what you see down there under the water. I had all this built before the house went up over it, pretty neat huh? All the best for one of Jaques old diving buddies, that’s all his designs you see here, you know? Or we could swim down with LUNG’s if you’d rather take the extended tour.”
“Great place for a pool-party, lemme tell ya. My god, do you mean to say Mr. undersea-world himself built this for you? I’m well and truly impressed Jens!” She exclaimed. Holy shit, her boyfriend and boss had connections, for sure!
He chuckled, spreading his hands. “A guys gotta have outlets when you work for Mr. Gates, otherwise you’d wind up twisting the geeks head off before the end of a week working as one of the Borg, trust me. So I summered doing diving-work on the Calypso, diving for wreaks off the Agean coastline. It was a hoot, why do you think so many rubberists work in the diving professions? ‘Cuse we have the most perfect excuse to wear what we love all the time, that’s why. As for parties, I have one coming up in a week or two, and you’re the guest-host lover. Come on, time to see The UnderSea World of Jens Barrington darling.”
With that, and scooping her up in his arms before she could stop him, he tossed her feet-first into the habitrail-sphere and screaming, she dropped like a stone, spinning round and round, the tubes walls flowing with falling water eased her slide as she shot around and around and around and seconds of scared caterwauling later. She shot out onto a soft padded platform and skidded to a stop on her indignant rump with a woof and a squeak.
The lights in the room came on and she saw she was inside a domed circular room, air hissed from vents along the sides and she’d just climbed to her feet when Jens whooshed out of the tube, knocking her back into the padding and tangled them up together, laughing like kids.
Playfully, she swatted him, crying. “Beast! Never just toss me in a tube like that again, or I’ll tie you down and tease you without letting you cum for a week, understand! Geeze! But whatta ride, mannn! Damn you Jens, why didn’t you just tell me to climb inside? Awww, look at my skirt, it’s ripped all to hell, damn!”
Rolling her back over into his arms, he kissed her and shook his head. “Spicy! I love that in my women, groowwwllll! Forget the skirt, I’ve got plenty for you. And I’m sorry about that, but you were so moon-eyed, it would’ve taken me an hour explaining everything to you before I could’ve gotten you to budge an inch. I had to do something, and I did it, forgive me darling?”
Laughing like a schoolgirl, she had to admit it was most likely true. “You’re most likely right, I agree. But still, warn a girl would you next time, please! Well, now that you’ve got me here, show me around and get me something new to wear. I know I must look a sight!”
Smirking, laying on his side, he teased. “A sight for sore eyes, more like it. Ok, give me a sec and I’ll take you to my little home under my home then. And next time, I promise I’ll let you take the plunge all on your own, deal dear?”
Miffed, she crossed her arms, refusing to be placated, she let him climb to his feet and help her up with an outstretched hand and heading towards what looked like a blank wall. With a whoosh of compressed air, it slid back and to the side, opening up into a long, defused-lighted hall and along which they walked for about a hundred yards. Then he pressed a red-lit button and a vertical tube spun around and they entered what must be an elevator and up they went for a few seconds and poof. It opened out into a large, round, glass-ceilinged dome that gave her a wondrous view of the rest of the complex. The place was floored with red pile carpeting and furnished like something out of Twenty-thousand leagues under the sea’s Nautilus submarine, all brass and dark woods and antique nautical stuff everywhere. It was a nice, men’s playhouse-chamber for boys to relax in after scouring the seas for pirates or something, she mused. There was a multi-leveled sitting area up the winding staircase and another wound it’s way down below-floors and out of sight.
“Neat. Boys will be boys huh? I still want to change though, lead the way you scamp.” She said, rolling her eyes.
“Downstairs darling, make yourself at home and I’ll fix you a drink for when you return. Glad you like my little club-house, hurry back.” 

It was a very different little nest downstairs, she had to give him credit for that.
It was if he’d brought in some older lady matron and had her decorate this floor out of catalogs or something, but then had added the many tiny touches that showed that this was a ladies area, chintz and laces touches and accents, light beige colors and soft pastels, molded, rounded furnishings, still though, most surfaces were covered, of course, in colored latex materials, though there was some cloth used as well for decorations. It was a pleasant homey little place for a woman to relax and recuperate in.
Every wall housed paneled-doored walk-in closets, with tiny brass nameplates listing clothing types and sizes of every description and with cross-reference sheets on the inside door-panels.
Sighing, she removed the torn skirt, then removed her boots since one of the stockings was torn at the stocking-top as well, and finally simply decided to strip once she saw the wondrous array of outfits to choose from inside.
She found a more-or-less simple TE-suit, without sleeves for her sex-orifices and with normal eye-nose and mouth openings in the mask, all in a pale pink with white accents at the sides and edges, added a thick black belt and opera-length black-latex gloves to cover the ones of the suit, and dressed, adding the boots she’d worn before as the last accessories besides her collar (thank god there was a key hanging on a hook inside the door) and climbed the stairs back up into the upper loft.
She struck a pose as he playfully clapped. “I’m like the energizer-bunny I guess, I keep changing and changing and changing, all the time huh? Now I’m a pink-moose.” She joked.
“Very, very nice. Very girly too, I might add. Have a seat and join me please… here, here’s some champagne for you…” Jens enthused, handing her a glass of bubbly as she took her place beside him on the couch, watching the flowing walls of bubbles of air cascading up over the outer glass walls of the reverse fish-tank they were housed in presently.
“So, think you can host a party here, for say… a hundred people, more or less?” he ventured, clinking glasses with hers.
“I guess there’s enough space, but I’ll have to look at the floor plans to see where we’d want people congregating instead of just milling about aimlessly, but sure, I guess so?” she offered, snuggling with him and watching the relaxing view of the underwater apartments dome and it’s dancing bubbles of air rising all around them.
“Fair enough. I’ll show you the schematic later, these are only the upper-most lofts, there’s four more floors below these ones: a ballroom, a dining-area, a rec-area and a spa, not counting the fifty or so personal living spaces and playrooms around the outer edges and in the maze of connecting-tunnels to the other domes adjacent to this one.” He explained, smiling fondly at her.
“Sounds like one hell of a party you want me to run Jens?” she teased, stroking his rubber-covered thigh idly.
“You’re one hell of a lady Edith. Since it’s just for us rubberists, I’m sure you can think of something special to keep everyone busy.” He enthused, his prick partially rising as she grinned at him and kept stroking and sipping her champagne while she thought things over. 

They talked long into the evening and into the night.
If she was going to do this, she was going to need help, and lots of it. And since all his friends would most likely wish to remain guests, that help would have to come from elsewhere, it seemed to her.
It was actually quite lovely down here, Edith mused as she wandered the hallways, the vast open areas and smaller, but no less well-appointed areas and many of the small suites, the place was a vast mini-city under the water and beneath the house and grounds, like a sunken Atlantis.
That gave her a thought for a theme, but where to look for the help?
Then it hit her, they had a large pool of potential help right at hand, the models from work! If they’d go for it, and since there was little really strenuous activity involved, Edith was sure she could convince at least some of them.
She found the control-room finally, and wowed at the massive banks of CCTV-screen’s and the banks of computers running the self-cleaning and maintenance programs to the tiny robots seen skittering here an there on-screen in areas where no humans were presently and had another thought.
Jens was swim-walking along outside underwater when she located him and motioned him into the air-lock to emerge some minutes later, dripping wet.
She handed him a towel and used another to dry his suit’s skin as she inquired. “Hey Jens honey, your VR-program... Can it be used to train people to do menial work? I think I have an idea, but I’d need to teach a large group of people what they’ll need to do as servants, greeters, aides and players for the affair, in a very short period of time. And I’ll need some men as well, to be trained to act as life-guards, porters and as guide/guards, think your VR can do all that?”
“eeer, sure, how many are we talking about here? And though I have some training programs for some of what you’re talking about, they’re mostly for domestic training. Maids, servants, intros to rubber-fetish and bondage training, doms and subs, that kind of thing. But it was akin to mind-control and so I shelved them some time ago since I wanted to find willing partners instead of crash-teaching normal-people and bringing them into my little world. Why do you ask?” he replied, a little taken aback by her questions.
“But you Could make some programs pertaining to the duties I require?” she asked, linking arms with him and smiling blithely.
“Sure thing, it won’t take very long, but I’ll need your input as I design them so the training will cover everything you wish while I’m programming it?” he replied.
“Why don’t we grab a snack and get right on it. I have a plan, but it’ll take some preparations and I’ll be making calls all day tomorrow. Looks like the studio will be closed for the rest of the week, won’t it, since I’m stealing all your talent for the party?” she teased, letting him led her along into the elevator that would take them to the lower-levels.
“I see. You’re the devil incarnate my love, did you know that as well? Hee hee, I can’t wait for the party then.” He enthused as heard her complete plan, nodded and took her into a large computer-room to begin the program-designing for the VR-training she’d require…

The next day was filled with phone-calls, just as she’d predicted.
Fully three-quarters of the models volunteered outright for the new assignment, even after she’d explained about the total body coverage in latex and rubber suits, and about the intensive training sessions using VR so they’d know what they were required to do for the duration of the party, and about the bondage and S/M as well as the sex involved.
“Hell…” one woman was heard to say after Edith’s long-winded discourse about the training and duties. “what he’s been having me wear the last few weeks has made me randy enough to break my old vibrator and drove my poor boyfriend off, saying I was a sex-fiend and he couldn’t keep up with me any longer. If I can finally get some relief, he can put me in a bag and feed me haggis for all I care. As long as the moneys right.”
No problem there, Jens had put an account and check-book in her hands big enough that she could pay them all congressman’s-wages if that was what was needed. There was a sliding pay-scale, which she explained as she called back around to fill the duty-roster, and the phones were ringing again as more of the models that had turned her down earlier got wind of the high pay-scales for the gig and had called back to see if Edith still wanted them. She did, after making sure that those models got the least enjoyable duties, like mermaid-dancers for around the perimeter of the domes-glass and sump-cleaners and so on. No joy in rubber-world for them, and they’d still love every minute of their work, thanks to the VR-training she and Jens had cooked up together. 
Later that afternoon, the horde descended upon the house and Edith was there at the front door to greet them all, wearing a ultra-tight one-piece TE-suit and mask, arched-over seven-inch stiletto-heels and a utility-belt around her impossibly narrow waist, the ribbon-corset nipping her in tightly slightly visible thru the suit.
The women were tittering amazed at the huge house and grounds, and ooo’d and aaah’ed appreciatively as she led them inside and into the grand-hall, took the first few steps up the staircase and turned to address them as they quieted down, looking everywhere at once.
“Ahhemm.” She coughed to get their full attention. “Ok ladies. I know you’re all looking forwards to your time in our house, but as you know. Not everyone gets to be a princess here, that’s my job after all…”
She let them giggle at that, and then said. “As we get ready, I’ll place designating names and numbers on you and then lead you all into the area we’ve set aside for the VR-training. There, you’ll be taken into the VR-world, taught all you need to know, about your particular duties and responsibilities, given some background and training in mine and my boyfriends world of rubber-fetish, left to explore your new-found skills for a period and then when you come out, you’ll be sent on to your areas of operations and left there till after the party is concluded, when you’ll be released from your duties and sent home much happier and even richer than you’ve ever imagined. What do you say to that ladies?”
Bubbling affirmations and appreciative laughter washed over her, one or two raised hands with questions however.
“I’ve never done anything like this before, and the sexual part makes me uncomfortable frankly. Isn’t this kind of like hypnosis, making us into mindless automatons or something?” asked June, the only real virgin in the group, looking uneasy.
Another, Kimberly, a single mother asked. “I don’t know about leaving my kids for this long a period, can I contact them if there’s an emergency or something?”
The third was from Josephine, the grouch. “I had to leave my husband, and he wasn’t happy about it, can I call to reassure him from time to time?”
Edith held up her hands for quiet as a general din rose. “All good questions. If you’ll follow me, I’ll try to answer them for you all. If you’ll walk this way please…” she said, leading them thru the house to the first elevator just inside the WaterWerks door and sending them down in two groups to the bottom-levels 100feet below the surface.
“Now…” she said as she led them down the concrete corridors and into a large gym-like locker and changing room. “As I’d said before, you were to make plans to be here until next Wednesday, no exceptions. However, you may make calls from your areas if you’re not on duty and there’s not anyone requiring your services at present. There’s video-phones in every station, but let me make it clear for all of you. You’re here until next Wednesday, period. Kimberly, in your case though, I’ll see that a certified sitter/housekeeper is available for your kids for as long as you need them, even after this affair is over, will you approve of that?” the woman nodded with a relived grin and as the women began to disrobe, Edith continued. “As for mind-control. It depends on if you think simple TV-watching, or video-game playing is mind-control. However, if you think you’ll be uncomfortable with what you’ll be required to do while you’re here, I can arrange for a kind of amnesia during this period that’s more or less harmless and approved of by my boyfriends mental-health watchdogs and lawyers, and all that’ll seem like has happened is that you woke up after an extended period of rest on the morning of the day you’re to leave.
However, then you’ll miss all the fun that way! If you’ll trust us, I think we’ll manage to open up a whole new world of rich experiences here for all of you. And besides, some of the richest and handsomest and most famous of men and women you’ve ever heard of will be attending. I won’t go into any names, since everyone attending will be masked as if at a masquerade-ball, and any secrets are to remain with those involved, but there’s a real chance to be and make yourself noticed by these highly sensual and exotic men who might decide to look you up afterwards, who knows? If interest is shown in a particular one of you, your numbers I’ll issue you will be used to keep your anonymity and we’ll pass the contact along to you as you leave. Any more questions before we start washing and getting ready?”
“I have one.” Asked Alice, the tallest one of the group. “Will there be lots of sex going on? And what kinds… I just wanna know so I know if I need to take my Pill?”
Edith and the group all laughed gaily at that. “Yes, take your birth-control if you’re on it before heading to the showers; however, since you’re all going to be totally encased in latex, the chances of impregnation is minute. You’ll be required to engage in whatever the guests desire of you and is in character for the area assigned to you. Think somewhat along the lines of the old movie WestWorld with that yummy Yule Brenner and it’ll be something like that. And June, since I know about your desire not to engage in any vaginal intercourse until you’re married, I have someplace special to put you where you won’t be required to engage in that particular activity. Any other questions…?”
They all shook their heads, thinking that it’d all been very well-thought out and covered up to this point. If they only knew…
Edith lined up by the shower with a box of swim-caps and handed them out as the women filed by, explaining. “Now ladies… this shower is going to change your lives. It has a hair-removing mixture that will leave you hairless from the cap-down after your showers and leave you not needing to shave for about a month, cool huh? So make sure all of your hair you wish to keep is firmly tucked away underneath them… ok, very good Marge… moving right along now… good good…”
Almost jumping into the showers-spray after hearing about the qualities of the shower-waters, the women filed past in a steadily moving line.
By the time they emerged, they were indeed hairless from the hairline down and cleaned and disinfected and any make-up or crèmes long gone down the drains behind them. Everyone stood under a warm-air dryer while they waited for their next instructions.
Next, Edith took one of the numbered suits from the standing racks of suits and showed them how they went on, how to seat everything and how to make sure the masks fit properly and how to walk in the built-in heels if the suits included them, how the corsets fitted and all the locks and things to keep them sealed in tight once they’d been outfitted properly worked, how the waste-removal systems worked and the bags, if any, attached and where to go in their assigned areas to find relief stations to take care of bodily functions and how they operated too. “I’m sorry if this sounds like a lecture ladies, but as you’ll agree, knowing how to take care of business is very important!” she joked, taking a clipboard from a hook and a set of envelopes of stenciled vinyl letters and numbers.
The group laughed appreciatively, and listened, coming forward to take their envelopes when their names was called till everyone had one, as well as a suit to put on.
She helped them with dressing, showing how the lube went on and then the suits after that, using June as her assistant.
The young woman was shy as a doe as she slid into the white suit she’d be wearing for the duration, looking wide-eyed as the mask finally came up over her face and she was sealed inside with tiny disc-locks at the corners of her shoulders on the neck-entry suit.
June stood gleaming white as a bride as she and Edith helped the others with their own suits, shiny black, blood-red and other colors, as designated by their tasks and stations.
Presently, the entire assemblage was sealed in, head-to-toe in clingy latex and they helped each other with the various accessories, boots and other items till they were all lined up and checked over one-at-a-time by Edith herself, with June walking beside her with the clipboard in hand, checking off names and numbers as they were applied to the foreheads and across the backs of each for easy identification.
“All right then ladies…” she said as the last name was checked off and she returned to face the line of women. “From now on, you’ll only respond to your assigned number and letter designations for the rest of the week, weekend and until Wednesday when you’ll be able to leave. Any last questions before we head to the VR-training area?”
There weren’t, and so she led them mincing and clopping along in their heels, single-file back out and down the corridor and into the open-area with a grand view of the many pods, lofts and external underwater living-spaces and of the huge domed water-covered structure they were in.
There was a long collective gasp at the sight, knowing the massive amounts of funds needed for any such structure of this type, much less inland and this far from the coast itself.
Along the perimeter, stood a long line of standing X-frames and beside each, a numbered helmet like the one Jens used. 
Edith walked down the line, calling out designations and assisting the ones called over into the frames, bedded them down with straps and cuffs and placed the helmets on their heads before leaving them there and moving on to the next frame and number she called out.
Twenty minutes later, she asked one last time if there were any questions, or if anyone wanted to quit, but there were no t