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A friend in need
I watched her as she moved into the duplex I owned.
She had applied some weeks before, her references checked out and so I decided to let her move in after putting down the normal fee’s, ect.
Personally, I was a little unsure. She seemed like a nice young woman, how would she react to find out, and they always did after some amount of time, that I was…different. Well, in actuality, I was pretty normal except for one thing.
I am a rubberist.
Let me quantify that. By rubberist, I mean I have a deep affinity for latex and rubber clothing and the games and fun inherent in this particular fetish.
I’ve been this way most of my life, I started liking the way rubber gloves and other items felt against my body at a very young age, about eight or nine I think.
As I grew up, I became introverted, bookish and inordinately shy around members of the opposite sex. I guess like all young men do, but my fetish made me even more so.
I tried dating, went out a lot and tried to find someone like myself that had an affinity for rubber. One or two did not run for the hills when I told them, most did. Those two good women honestly tried to accommodate my liking for seeing them dressed in the best items I could afford at the time. However, even they grew tired of it after awhile, and of me it seemed, and left me, the longest after some five years together. Because of our “incompatibility” she’d said at the time. Sigh.
Therefore, began a period of self-imposed exile for me. I began working from home and bought this and several other rental properties and had mantance people deal with the tenants, never really seeing them except at Christmas or new years or when they were letting me know that they had some problem with the rent or a leak or something.
I kept this one duplex mostly to myself, I rented to an old man that was a fellow rubberist too and we had long talks over beers and football over the long winters nights until last summer when I was unlucky enough to find him at home dead in his sleep, he was eighty-two. He had had a long life and upsetting though it was to find him there when he did not answer my knocks, his face seemed peaceful in a way that will remain with me all my remaining days. “Joe.” He once had told me as we ate dry hamburgers together, watching a redskin’s game. “You need a woman in your life. All of us need to have someone to love and to love us. There’s someone out there for you, you simply need to find her my boy.”
I truly wish it were that simple. I miss you Hap, where is your good advise now? You left me all your stuff and some money and I cried for you, finding pictures of your own wife in you’re rooms. You survived her, for a little while. What a woman, tall, red-haired, in her shiny black rubber catsuit and boots, she must have been a real siren! I still feel so sad for you both.
I wiped my eye with the back of a gloved hand as I held the thick curtain away from the window and continued to watch as moving people hauled in lots of boxes and furniture into your new home.
She was quite pretty, this Mary Wilkie. Dressed in her patterned skirt and white blouse, wiping dirt and sweat from her brow as she toiled away. She had short brown hair in a bob haircut, brown eyes, long legs (sorry, I couldn’t help but notice.) and full breasts. She was very animated as she guided the movers around. Even when she was worn out, and sat heavily in an off-white armchair, she was very appealing.
Making a decision, I took off my gloves and quickly pulled on a work shirt and jeans over my footed catsuit and sliding into a pair of cheap tennis shoes, went out the door for the first time in two weeks.
You jumped nearly two feet out of the chair as I said, “Here, you look like you could use a cold beer.” Doe-eyed at first, you hurriedly dazzled me with a smile and took the proffered beverage and held it under the short hair at the back of your neck saying. “Thanks. This moving will kill me yet. You’re Joe right? My new landlord ‘eh? Nice to meet you finally since we’re going to be living so close together. Do you always send lawyers to give new tenants their rental contracts? …I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry like that, I’m just kind of curious, that’s all.”
I laughed, making you smile broader in reply. “I’m a bit of a recluse. I work from home and don’t go outside much anymore. Not much of anything in the outside world I like anymore, so I stay in a lot. I’m quiet, if that’s what you mean…Mary isn’t it?” I said, smiling back.
You popped the top and took a long drink.
“That’s ok. I’m quiet myself. A person should go out once in awhile though, just so they don’t get too isolated… It makes you start to dislike other people if you don’t. I did isolation research for several years, so I know something about it. Thanks again Joe, you’re a lifesaver. Want to help? On the other hand, how about I come over and we get better acquainted later, say for dinner? I’ll bring some wine, whatta ya say?” you asked.
I admit, I quailed a bit. However, what did I have to lose? It had been like forever it seemed, since I had had someone to have dinner with, especially a woman.
“Uh…all right.” I stammered, eager to get away now, more scared than I wanted to admit to myself. “How about six? But I’m not much of a cook, burgers and fires and a salad ok with you?”
I was stunned by how beautifully her face lit up as she laughed, saying finally. “Sure, fine with me. I guess red goes with burgers too ‘eh? I’ll see you then Joe. Hey you!” she suddenly called out as a man stumbled. “Watch out for that chest, it’s heavy and it’ll get away from you if you’re not careful! Just be easy with it ok? Same to you fella! Sheesh! Some people.”
I quickly retreated back to my stoop and looked around as I closed the door behind me, my place is usually clean anyway so I didn’t have to do any hurried cleaning or anything and so I went back over to the window and resumed watching her through the curtains edges. Why was my breathing getting shallow? Moreover, my heart was racing. Hmm.
By five, I had showered and dried my suit out and put it and my things away. I wore a simple sweater and some jeans again. I seemed to take a bit longer than normal shaving and combing my thinning hairline as I looked at myself in the mirror. What was I doing? She was simply being neighborly, I told myself firmly. She’s not interested in me.
I had the patties ready and had pre-cut the fries, home style, you know. I watched a bit of the Saturday ball game as I waited.
The bell rang right at six o’clock and there you were, in a sundress and mules and smiling like always. We hugged and you smelled of mint and soaps.
I took the wine and asked you to make yourself comfortable and you did. You kept the game on I noticed, actually watching it with some interest I noted as I pulled the cork to let the wine breathe and started fixing dinner.
About the time I dropped the fries in, your head popped through the kitchen divider and asked if you could help. “No, I got it for now. Thanks anyway.” I said with a grin.
“All right then. I need to use the bathroom, do you mind?” you asked.
“Not at all, right down the hall on the right, first door.” I answered.
About three minutes later, I realized my mistake. Oh Hap, Christ! I’d kept the picture of your wife and one of you and her together on the wall alongside ones of myself in full rubber in that bathroom. How would you react, I wondered?
Dinner was done and I was sweating it when you returned finally. You said nothing about the pictures though as we sat down and ate, some light idle banter passing between us.
You asked what I did and I said I was in sales, fashion, design, that sort of thing, hoping that would divert any questions about the pictures on my bathroom wall. It was true, but hey, I just didn’t have the balls to say right then that I brokeraged sales of rubber and latex clothing to retailers from the makers.
“I do research. I have a doctorate in psychology and human sexuality and I study the effects of long-term isolation on human beings, space research, that sort of thing. It pays well and lets me do what I want most of the time.” You said, with, I thought maybe, a twinkle in your eye.
I felt myself shrinking a bit into myself. A shrink! In addition, she cannot help but know now about my fetish, oh god! “That’s cool.” I mumbled around a mouthful of meat and bun.
“I think so too.” You said, a quiet smile lighting your pretty face, and wiped up the last of your fries with some ketchup.
The dinner finished, I thought you would leave immediately, but you didn’t. We went and sat and watched the last quarter of the game together and then you asked me to see you next door. Ok, I thought, no problem although we live in a gated area and in relative security I think for being in the city.
At your door, you turned and said. “I think we’re going to be great friends Joe, I’m glad I moved in here. Thank you so much for dinner, I really enjoyed myself. We have a lot in common too, see ya soon.” Then you pecked my cheek with your cool lips that left a burning sensation behind, I put my hand up in wonder and felt my cheek as the door closed and locked. Wow!
That night, I did something I have not done in a long time. I pulled out and put on an eyeless rubber hood and sealed myself in a balloon-tight latex sleep-sack. The snug, slippery feeling is usually too intense for me to do it a lot so I save it for times when I want to have rather intense sessions of self bondage and feel the rubber sliding over me and tingling against my skin as I sweat and cum frequently inside, sometimes I even fall asleep in it, though usually I don’t and have to struggle my way out after a few hours, soaked in my own juices and then crawl off to sleep somewhere between the shower and my bed. Tonight was different, I was already hard as a rock even as I lay in bed and pulled the neck of the balloon up my legs and started nearly cumming as soon as I had it up around my neck and had barely sealed it shut. I felt the muscles pull rhythmically under my scrotal sack as the first jets of ejaculated cum coated my stomach and a vision of Mary bloomed in my mind.
In my fantasies, we made long, slow love in rubber together. I could nearly feel her gripping my throbbing penis with her vaginal muscles as we came in unison, again and again. There, I could almost feel it in reality as I shot off for what had to be the third time, my balls protesting as they shriveled and dropped, making more as fast as they could manage.
When I woke up, I was cold. The chilled liquids filling my sheath and pooling under my ass and sticky where the rubber glued them and itself to my body and I weakly forced my arms up and rolled the balloon down, sweat and cum making wet sounds on the rubber bed-sheets and I went staggeringly off to the bathroom to wash my body clean and my secret sins away down the drain.
I knew too that I shouldn’t feel ashamed, but I did. I was a sick puppy…
Later that week, she placed a note through my mail-slot, asking me over for dinner at her place that evening. I turned a hot beet-red thinking about my late-night fantasy sessions in rubber with her as the star attraction, every night since she had moved in. How could I face her? However, I had to go since she had come to my house before.
About two o’clock, another note came through my slot. This one said dinner was “casual” and to wear whatever made me comfortable. Did she know? She had to, otherwise why the second note?
Ahh, why not! What could she do besides throw me out? I was already wearing my footed catsuit anyway and was only going to pull on some jeans and a long sleeved tee shirt over them later anyhow.
I went out to the store and got a bottle of wine, white this time since I figured she was going to do fish or chicken, by the time I got back it was time and I tried to fight down the gut-churning fear as I presented myself at her door.
“Come on in.” she said pleasantly as I handed the bottle over. She frowned and before I could say anything, she said with a reconciliatory smirk. “I was cooking steaks. I have a bottle of Vin Rosé though; I’ll just go put this away for another time. Have a seat and I’ll bring you a beer, the Steelers game’s starting in five minutes. Go, sit down Joe, take a load off.”
I had been living in my fantasy world too long I guess, she took my breath away and I stood stupidly watching her walk off in a curious combination of pink nylon rip-away jogging pants and a long-sleeved deep-cleavaged dance pullover top and ankle boots with pretty tall heels on them. Her hair glistened in the light and I had to tear my eyes away to do as she asked and quickly sat in a very comfortable recliner before a huge projection TV. Nice big-screen set-up too, sweet! She had done wonders in this place; the western accents and hardwoods complemented each other very well. Kind of southwestern, kind of Californian, it was hard to tell if a man or a woman lived here from the mish-mash of furnishings. Nevertheless, it all seemed to go together well enough. But oddly though, I thought to myself as she put word to deed and brought me a Hinder cold from the fridge and popped it open like a lumberjack on her thin forearm. I was impressed, and she impishly smiled as she left and went back to cooking in her kitchen.
The game was half over when Mary called. “Dinners ready!” from around the corner and I stood up slowly ready to head to the small dining nook when she cried. “Take your time Joe, I still have to get the bread out of the oven. Why don’t you go wash up?”
All right, thought I, and so I headed up the small set of stairs and around the bend and into the large bathroom next to your bedroom. I hummed as the water and soap cleansed the small amount of grime from my hands and reached for a towel.
That was when I saw them, a series of framed photos hung over the toilet’s top. They were much like my own, except that the person in the pictures was female and the rubber costumes and devices were even more extreme and blatant in their hard sexuality. My jaw hung loose as I looked at one particular shot of the totally rubberized woman in several thick layers and masks with hoses and a re-breather bag dangling between her firmly housed tits, bulges at the front of the crotch screamed “dildos!” and a hose ran from the top layers of the crotch-cover down to a urine recovery bag attached to the calf over the top of the crotch-high ultra-high stiletto heeled boots she was wearing. Could that be Mary under all that gear? It wasn’t possible, was it?
I staggered back down the stairs and dizzily heard you call. “Come on, it’s ready finally Joe. Hope you like it hot?”
I rounded the corner and weak-kneed, sat down in the chair opposite you.
You just smiled and passed the mashed potatoes with a sly little smile on your face, as if you had been spying on me as I looked at those pictures that would haunt me for a long time to come.
We talked about everything in the world over dinner, everything except what was burning by now in my mind and giving me quite a righteous hard-on. The food was great, I just couldn’t taste it because my mind was swimming and I must have looked a sight, you even had to call me back to earth now and again as we finished up. The scalloped front dance-togs you wore didn’t exactly help my state as you cleared the table. When you bent over my side to get the gravy holder, my gaze went straight down your cleavage and I must have gasped.
You only chuckled. “Like what you see Joe? Ha ha! Keep playing your cards right and maybe…” you said coyly as you rounded the wall to the kitchen and I took the opportunity to make a break for the chair in the other room so you wouldn’t see how much you were affecting me when I got up, whew!
We sat and watched the remainder of the game with me trying to keep my eyes off you. You said something as the fourth quarter ran out, ending the game.
“Pardon?” I asked back.
“I said. I have trials coming up the remainder of this week and asked if I could give you a key so you could get in here and water my plants if I don’t come home for a few days? Can I count on you Joe?” you said evenly, sipping at the dregs of your Hinney.
“Uuurr, sure. However, I have a passkey. If you want me to keep house for you, just say when, no problem Mary. And thanks again for dinner, it was swell.” I lamely responded, trying to keep the edge of excitement out of my voice.
“Ok, why not in the morning. I may have to go on assignment on a project I am currently working on. And I have all kinds of SDV equipment in the garage; feel free if you want to try it out while you’re here if you like... Now Joe, I must run you out for the night. I’m tired and I need my beauty sleep.” You said. I rose up, my pants more or less in order now and followed you and stepped out the door and turned.
Again, you planted a hot, quick kiss, this time on my dry lips and left me there standing and getting hard all over again on the other side of that paper thin seeming door that separated me from you as I struggled with my intense feelings. Finally, I got a hold of myself and headed across the courtyard to my own house, it was the bag again for sure for me that night I knew.
The night was hellish, almost, hee hee.
I had to wash the bag out twice the next morning and soak it to remove all the traces of my nocturnal lusts and the inches deep sweat that I had stewed in most of rest the evening. I slept late and awoke late in the day and pulling on a full suit with an open-faced hood, gloves and feet, snapped into my daywear.
Again it was rainy, so on my feet I pulled hip waders and strapped a belt around my waist to hold them up and belted a thick rubber Macintosh around me and out the door I went, keys in hand, to do my duty in her house. Could I stand it? My cock stood up, outlined against the latex as I slid the key into the lock and twisted.
The house smelled of her, Obsession and hair spray and cooked food and something else…
It was mysteriously pungent, an under current to the house as I found the watering can and dribbled water over the plants. It seemed very familiar… an intoxicating perfume…
Done, I explored the transformed place a bit further. Her bedroom was first on my list, you had a big four-poster canopy bed in white with diaphanous curtains. Unable to help myself, I threw myself face down in the center and inhaled her scent. It was glorious, the scents of female sweat and perhaps…estrus? Yes, there was a tell-tale mark low in the bed, thick and powerfully laden with her pheromones, my cock throbbed and leaked a little itself, slicking the inside of my suit as I inhaled your pure, undistilled scent.
I shook myself like a dog to free myself from this perversion and stood back up again. There were also clothes strewn about the room, stray make-up on the dressing table, and shoes and laying across the back of a love seat…a thick pair of pink-trimmed-topped black rubber chest waders?
I pulled them up and held them up before me. My skin got goose-pimpled under my sweaty skin as my rubbered body touched it. It couldn’t be…could it?
There was a bureau against a far wall and I found it locked as I tried it. Then I knew, I knew what the odor was, it seemed to flow out under the twin doors, it was the same smell my suit was putting off, that the waders were lightly emitting also…rubber.
The very idea staggered me.
I reeled across the small room and fell heavily onto the love seat, the flopping waders rubbed over my outlined cock and that was it. I groaned loudly as my hips began to jerk and I shot thick ropey gouts of cum inside my suit and used my hands to go with the flow as I thrust the crotch of the rubber surrogate of her over my jetting prick and came hard and long at the thought that she might be like me. Although the very idea was maddening in and of itself. There were no women like me, since I was mad myself. I tired to tell myself, over and over as I lay weak, still rubbing the damning evidence against me.
I got to my feet and tired to place the waders back in the same position I had found them in and retreated back to the front room, my poor head awhirl.
Mary had said something about SDV equipment being in the tiny double garage, I went there next.
The door opened and I went down the circular stairs to the concrete floor below and fumbling about, found the light-switch and fluorescent light flooded the room.
Sure enough, there were several types of floating isolation tanks in rows on one side, four of them. Approaching them, I saw they were all already at operating temperature. I had used one years ago in therapy to confront my feelings for rubber and latex and come to grips with myself and who I was. So I knew how they worked, two were the “Lilly” type floatation tanks I knew so well and the others were not so different except that one was made for two people and one for a single person though they were both more pod-shaped than the Lillie’s.
Opening up the single user pod tank, I examined the mirrored-lensed blinkered-seeming rubber hoodmask hanging from its steel rack in the lid. It was different from what he was used to somewhat. Thicker and with tiny video monitors built-in to it. Should I?
Why not? She was unlikely to return anytime soon, and the timer would wake me in plenty of time. I pulled off my coat and waders and climbed the three tiny stairs and sat in up to my waist in the warm salt water as I adjusted the tight-fitting mask over my features and pulled the straps tight around my head, sealing me totally in darkness, I laid back and floated peacefully while I felt around for whatever buttons activated the tanks more esoteric aspects. Wondering all the while why she should keep such things hidden in her garage?
The warmth soothed me after I pressed the slightly hidden button in the lid and lay waiting for whatever would happen.
After a few moments, a soft feminine voice spoke soothingly in my head or through the rubber of my hood, I couldn’t tell which.
“Welcome to Exo-internalizing program #33,129. In this exercise, you will be exposed to differing levels of rubber fetish, from the basic to level six inclusive. Please relax and enjoy the ride…Joe.”
What! How did the program know my name? What was going on here anyway?
Then music seemingly flooded the compartment, cloying and with a classical air to it and in my vision appeared the image of a curvaceous woman clad from head to toe in black latex, she shone backlit in light like an angel as she sashayed across the Virtual landscape up to stand before my face.
“Hello Joe.” The masked woman said, the lip-corners of her mask curling up in a smile as she laid a gloved hand against my chest and drew idle patterns over my sternum. “Please forgive my roguish way of letting you find out about my secrets. Nevertheless, I think you have some secrets of your own, don’t you Joe? Yes, I saw the pictures on the wall of your bathroom that first night. However, I was too shy, too afraid to say anything about it to you at that time. In addition, I think you felt the same way too. We rubberists tend to be shy and afraid of our feelings and how others may react to us in the real world. But then, this is our world isn’t it? Here we can be who we truly are and act on the ways we truly feel. As this program runs, you will get to know me better and when I come home, if you feel the way about this session, and me the way I feel about you. All you have to do is welcome me and I will come to you anytime and anywhere you wish, for we are the same aren’t we? We love rubber and I’ve been lonely for too long, haven’t you?”
WHAT THE FUCK! I heard myself yell ineffectually into the thick mask, my breath wheezing out through the long corrugated breathing tube as I sloshed around in the dark wondering if I had really been caught out at last by this strange woman in black so like myself?
I stilled as the scene changed abruptly. Her words struck me to the core, had I found that which I had so long sought?
A small girl was playing with her dolls on a brightly lit lawn in a suburban area. She had soft brown hair and when she looked around, her give-away impish little grin told me it was Mary in her youth. A soft commentary spoke in the background as the girl settled her skirts on her dress and sat again, holding her dolly close and singing a wordless little tune as she played.
“Yes Joe. This was me. Cute aren’t I? Here was where it all started for me, watch and learn.” The little girl was playing at having tea with her imaginary friends with a small plastic tea set when thunder boomed in the distance, it seemed so real.
An older woman’s voice cut the stillness after the flood of incoming storm sounds that made the little girl look up frowning. “Mary Susan! It is going to rain! Come inside and play so you don’t get wet baby-girl!” The woman, dressed in seventies-style high-heels and a wide layered-skirted dress must have been her mother and motioned animatedly for her daughter to come inside.
“But I want to play out here mama! Can’t I stay? Please?” the child wheedled.
“No dear. Not unless you dress for the weather, come inside now dear.” Her mother insisted firmly but fondly, in the way of all mothers.
“Aaaww mom!” young Mary cried as she poutingly gathered her things up and shuffled in the front door of her home, her mother smiling the tolerant smile of parents everywhere as the door closed behind them.
The scene shifted to the inside of the house. “If I put on my rain gear, can’t I go back outside and play mama?” little Mary pleaded with the tall woman, hugging her about her stockinged legs. Her mother, patted her on the head and relented. “All right dear, let mama help you get ready. Lordy it’s storming out already, are you sure you want to go back out child?”
“Yes mama, please, may I?” she begged, tugging at her mothers skirts.
The tall woman took her over to a coat-closet and started pulling out raincoats and a small set of black rubber wetsuits, in two pieces, top and bottoms in the old-timey style, and laid them out and next pulled a set of small pink with white trimmed-edge galoshes from beside several others standing there and helped her daughter to pull off her fancy play-dress, leaving her tiny waif-like body in just some white tights and a little cotton top. Joe listened to the all-too- familiar sounds of rubber snapping and popping as the woman pulled the thick rubber frogman’s suit on over her little girls arms and body, enclosing her stick-like little legs in greenish-black rubber and helped her fit her small rubber-covered feet into the little pink rain-boots and lastly drew on and belted the tiny pink and red-trimmed little girls Macintosh around her waist. Finally Mary’s mother plopped down a floppy Sou’wester storm-hat on over her little girls brown locks, tied it in place and patted her daughters head in approval, saying as any mother would to her child at that age. “You should always dress right in weather like this so you don’t catch cold Mary, remember that and you’ll live happier and healthier.”
Dutifully Mary turned her cheek up for a kiss from her mother, a deeply thoughtful look on her cherubic features as she turned and went out the door opened onto a terrific thunderstorm that dumped sheets of rainwater out of the sky in front of her as she went back out to play.
Joe watched frowning as the little girl found that she couldn’t play the games she had been playing before, her dripping-wet dolly hanging limply from her hand and instead, walked the neighborhood splashing in the puddles, laughing happily and looked over the railings on the many bridges at the swelling creeks as they filled with the overflow of rainwater. Watching the water and debris wash by under her feet, making boats of sticks and leaves wash off along and finally down the drains and out of sight.
She saw other children out in the torrent also, but they were all dripping wet and crabby and didn’t want to play with her and then quickly rushed off leaving her alone and standing downcast as the water beat down against her hat and coat, why didn’t they like playing in the rain as much as she did? He could see the thought float thru her little mind as if it had been spoken aloud.
Joe felt a lump fill his throat, he had felt just the same way as a child, had done the same things he was watching her do and had felt much the same way at the time. He really felt for the little girl standing so alone in the pouring rain, splashing around to gain some small joy in her loneliness. It hurt to see another person go through it as he himself had.
The scene changed again, to that of a large metropolis and to a image of a young woman, maybe seventeen or slightly older now, again wrapped in rubber from head to toe as she wandered the darkened streets in the driving rain, her raincoat slapping against her thighs as she purposefully made her way somewhere in somewhat of a hurry.
Joe could make out a tight-fitting latex mask hiding her features under her stylish rain-hat as she passed under a streetlight and continued up the street. A bray of a laugh coming from her occasionally as she diverted her steps out into the gutter and made high splashes in the brown water, so unlike the rest of the pedestrians.
The narration of Mary’s voice came back, softly, as though seeking understanding from him. “This is me when I left for collage early in my life. I was about nineteen and smart, or so I was informed at the time. It rained often in Seattle and that suited me just fine. I had a boyfriend at the time, but you will see…what happened.”
The figure turned a corner and strode up the street, turning in a brownstone apartment complex. A buzzer sounded after she spoke quietly into a microphone and she entered, shaking water from her coat and dripping freely as she ascended the staircase.
Scene change, and then she was before an apartment door. A man opened it, he looked not much older than she as she swept past him and peeled out of her coat and handed it to him. Underneath, she wore a modest one-piece dress of blue latex that came down to her knees, shiny black latex stockings sheathed her legs and she wore high rubber knee-boots with spiked heels.
The man handed her a towel to dry off with, saying grumpily. “God Mary, what is it with you and all this stuff you wear? It’s like dating a department store mannequin or something. Why don’t you wear clothing like the other girls, why always rubber?”
A pained, hurt look painted her face as she pulled the hat and mask off with a snap. “I don’t know Gary. I just like it I suppose, what’s wrong with that? Don’t you find me attractive? It used to turn you on when we first started going out. Why doesn’t it anymore? Or is it just me?” she sat down on a low couch and the man Gary sat across from her, and started rolling a joint from a big tray on the table before him.
He sighed, putting the wet stick of marijuana in his lips and touching fire to it. “It’s not that Mary, really. It just seems kinda… perverted. That’s all. I wouldn’t want my wife parading around at the PTA dressed like that you know. You’ll have to ditch it after we’re married, ok?”
Sudden anger pulled Mary’s face into a twisted mask as she exclaimed. “Fuck you Gary. This is who I am, accept it or I go. That’s it! So go with it! Don’t be such a worthless bastard, love me and my rubber or I’m gone. No marriage, no shit!” she quickly stood, towering over Gary as he looked blankly up at her for a moment and then blew pot smoke up at her, a smirk of meanness on his lips. “No bitch. You get me! If you want my name, and me, the house and all that goes with it and me. Ditch the fucking rubber. If not…see ya!” and pointed towards the door.
A torn look rippled across Mary’s face as she tried to decide what she should do. Then her features hardened and she crossed her arms in front of her. “This isn’t about my love of rubber, is it? Mommy sez “get rid of your collage bimbo” and you hop, don’t you Gary? You never really wanted me for anything more than a hot fuck, right?”
Gary grinned evilly and said lowly as he took another drag. “That’s right Marykins, you were a hot fuck. Moreover, I broke you in didn’t I? I was your first and you’ll never forget me, will you? Now get the fuck out with your sick fetishes and twisted middle-American morals. We’re through.”
The look of pain on Mary’s face rocked Joe in the tank, rippling the saltwater around him. The fuckhead! He didn’t know what he had at all, did he? In addition, he had fucked her over just as casually as he chose groceries.
Tears made wet tracks on Mary’s face as she grabbed her coat and other things and slammed the door behind her and bolted down the stairs sobbing quietly. The voice in Joe’s ear said with a tiny catch in it. “And so it was over between him and me. He couldn’t handle my love of rubber, spineless bastard! He hurt me so much for so long and he was right, I never forgot him. But on to happier times…”
Scene change again. Inside a smoky club this time, throbbing dance music cut the air around him. Joe had done the club scene and had found it hollow, if exciting. He had met many people like himself in these places but most of them seemed only interested in playing games and having casual sex. Rubber seemed to be the norm here though, a kind of a surrogate home for Mary, or so it seemed at least. Even if it was perhaps not the right one for such a nice young woman.
And there she was, sitting on a stool at the bar between a rubber mistress and a man in a full body rubber suit. She herself wore a one-piece body-suit of red latex with a black molded rubber ribbon corset around her trim waist, thrusting her breasts up slightly, red with black trimmed matching thigh-boots shod her long legs as she sipped a drink and watched the room around her. She seemed at ease here and was well known to all who passed her, calling her by name and giving her a squeeze in greeting or a peck hello on her masked face as she smiled at them and spoke softly to these, her friends it seemed.
With a crash of cymbals, the music ended abruptly and from behind twin doors came a large procession of rubber-clad people, wheeling a huge cake on a metal cart before them as they burst into “Happy Birthday” Mary clapped her hands together and then framed her face with her gloved hands delightedly as they surrounded her and picked her bodily up and carried her to a table in the center of the room and there placed her on a rubber covered throne on a short platform as she squealed with unrestrained glee.
The song ended and Mary gushed, “Thank you everybody, thank you all so much. This is the best birthday I’ve ever had in my entire life. I don’t know what to say except… Thank you.” And everyone applauded. In addition, the entire room went “aaawww” as she started to cry with happiness at the love she felt for all the people there.
They piled presents before her as several rubber-maids cut and passed out the cake. She recovered and started opening her presents and received lots of rubber clothes and some silly toys and a book or two, things that she had wanted that her friends were more than happy to give to her on this happy day. Joe cried too, wishing it could have been that way for him. She was loved.
The voice came again. “It really was the best birthday I ever had. Most of the ones before and after paled by comparison. Two years later after this, religious fanatics burned down the club and the firemen and police just stood by as we shivered in the cold as it all went up in flames. “Good riddance, glad the perverts will get out of our god-fearing city now! Never liked them anyway!” We heard them mutter under their breath as they poked around in what was left of our dream of peace and acceptance. We had contributed hugely to all the local charities and spoke at all kinds of fundraisers and this was how we were repaid for our efforts. Of course they never found out who did it. If they had they probably would have given them a medal. We never rebuilt in that city and we all drifted back into obscurity after this. I joined a think-tank with my degrees and never looked at the club-scene like I had again after this period of my life.”
The scene abruptly changed once more.
An older Mary stood in a clinical setting, watching through a one-way glass at numerous research subjects all confined in thick rubber suits, strapped down to heavy steel beds in wards strewn with computer equipment. She made notations on a clipboard and watched the spikes and valleys of the various instruments as they took readings from the subjects she was studying. She was dressed in plain clothes with a lab coat over her shoulders, her hair bobbed stylishly about her shoulders as she moved around from one panel to another. The voice came again into Joe’s ears. “And this is me right now Joe. I am across town doing yet another experiment into regressive therapy for patients with clinical depression and other kinds of mental stresses caused by trauma. I love my work. It stimulates me in so many different ways, over and above the information I glean from these people as they lie under my watchful eyes, the sight of so many people in rubber, so many Normal people that live more or less normal lives, getting to experience rubber for the first time some of them. It gets me wet, by the time I come home most nights, I’m so horny I strip right off and masturbate right after I close my door behind me and then I put on all of my lovely rubber clothing, insert a few “friends” inside myself and spend the whole night where you are now, getting off like mad. Does that make you hot Joe? I hope so. I like you Joe; I like you a whole lot. I know you like me too, so why don’t we explore that together a little more humm?”
The room went black at once. Then lit softly from the edges like a sunrise, showing Mary in a body hugging black rubber body suit that fit her like a glove. Her feet were shod in black ankle-boots with tall heels and she held a floppy piece of black skin in her left hand. This time the voice came directly from her own lips as she strode seemingly over to him.
Standing before him, grinning her impish smirk, she pulled the mask on over her face and head and tucked it in into the neck of her suit, she was glossy and shone dully in front of him as she spoke.
“This is how I looked last night after you left, before I got into the very tank you’re in now Joe, like it? I bet you’re hard right now just looking at me, are you? Are you rested from lying in the suspension tank? I hope you are because this program is almost over and when you recover enough to get out and climb the stairs again, I will have been off work and home for at least an hour by now. Come to me Joe, come to me and be mine. Love me in ways only our kind love each other… In addition, afterward, we’ll see what you want to do about reducing my rent. “ She laughed as she touched his skin, sending shivers of lust rolling through his frame in the tank
A loop of random images began flashing before his eyes, images of Mary in every kind of rubber outfit imaginable, having every kind of rubber sex imaginable. With dildos and with faceless rubber people, men and women. She was fucked and played with, restrained and dominating, an image of power and the epitome of submissiveness, there was even a scene of domestic bliss as, wrapped in the Donna Reed Collection style of rubber clothing from head to toe, she offered him a freshly baked pie and he laughed until he cried. What a wonderful woman she was! He truly lusted after her as no other before now. He wanted her sooo badly as he shuddered in his watery prison and fought to keep from cumming at the sights of her as she took on all comers.
The last image shown to him was one of her embracing him as seen through his own eyes as the eyepieces darkened and faded to black and he slowly came back to his normal reality. The echos of sound in the tube and the feel and sounds of water cooling around his rubbery skin as he felt for the release and opening up the lid, sat up and removed the mask from over his head with a pop. The timer said he’d been inside for four hours. To him it seemed like only a few minutes.
He was tired and yet at the same time rested and energized from his bout in the tank, but he also had a mission now and clambered over the edge of the tank and at last stood unsteadily on his feet as he got dripping still into his boots and coat, it just seemed right that he should do so.
Joe forced his feet to walk and then he was going up the stairs, at the top what would he find really, would she truly be there waiting for him…
He rounded the corner coming out of the hallway and there she was, naked, and yet covered from the top of her masked head to the tight knee-high spiked boots she was wearing, everything was in tight black rubber. She looked stunningly beautiful, her hands clasped before her shyly, as if she was still unsure how he would react.
He said it all in one long sentence. “I never dreamed someone like you existed. I think I love you Mary. My life was very much like the one you showed me, right down to the little boy standing all alone in the rain, wishing he had someone to play with, someone who understood.”
Her smile blossomed under her outer rubber skin. “I understand Joe.” She said happily.
He strode over to her, taking her gloved hinds in his, he said. “I really believe you do Mary, I really believe you do. I guess we never have to be alone again do we?”
“Oh Joe, do you really mean it? I didn’t know for sure, it was the pictures that gave you away. I only hoped against hope…” he stopped her confessions with a kiss and bore her down to the soft carpeted floor. They stroked one another, for real this time and as they mutually pulled down and up on their crotches access zippers and he drove into her molten core, she began crying softly and he covered her rubbered face with kisses of love and devotion, their joining was brief but profound, she urged him on whimpering and clutching at his buttocks and back and shoulders and thrusting forcefully back up to him. They had finally found what they both had been seeking for so long, completion and understanding. They may not be perfect, but they had so much in common too.
That night, two people shared the big bed upstairs, as well as a large two-person sleep-sack from her locked armoire that held them in a constant hugging and stimulating embrace.
Years later, in a blinding rain. Three people walked outside and splashed playfully as they went along the street, laughing joyously as they kicked up fantails of muddy water from the gutters like sheets of tarnished silver.
The little girl held both her parents hands in hers, warm and safe between them, all of them protected by thick layers of rubber coats and suits and boots as they giggled, laughed and danced along. The man was older now, but the looks he gave his still lovely wife were filled with the love and strong desires that bound them all together as a family. The woman looked adoringly down at the happy little girl between them and chided softly, giving her ages old motherly advise. “And remember Peggy dear, you need protection when you go out in the rain like this, so you don’t catch a cold. When you’re dressed right, you’re protected and safe and then it’s ok. And it’s kind of nice too, isn’t it dear?”
“Yes mommy, I’ll remember.” Said the straw headed little imp as she gleefully kicked up a fan of water before her booted foot. “I promise.”
End.
Story Submitted By Rubberking
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