Her First Rubber Adventure

“It’s here.”

Puzzled, she gazed at the box he carried into the room. “What’s here?”

“Remember when I took you to that specialty shop?”

She nodded. “How could I forget? I honestly think that girl measured every square inch of me.”

He smiled. “I had some things made from those measurements. Go strip off and we’ll see how they fit.”

Once in the bedroom, she quickly removed her clothing. For a moment, he simply looked at her, and as always, his gaze sent a shiver through her body. Then he took a plastic bottle from the box and tossed it to her.

“Talc up,” he said, drawing what looked like a folded diving suit from the box. Stepping beside her, he waited until she had both legs covered with talc, then stopped her.

“Right leg,” he instructed, kneeling beside her. Dutifully, she presented her foot to him, and soon her right leg was covered up to the knee in tight rubber. Her left leg quickly followed, then he carefully drew the suit up to her waist.

Glancing down, she marveled at the feel of the tight rubber hugging her legs, the shiny black material seeming to define every curve. Turning her gaze to the top half of the suit, she immediately noticing something peculiar.

“No sleeves?”

“Internal sleeves,” he replied, smiling. “Here, I’ll show you.” Taking her left arm, he guided her hand into a sleeve attached to the inside of the suit. Her right had soon found it’s own sleeve. Then, carefully guiding her arms into the sleeves, he drew the top of the suit up to her shoulders, carefully settling her breasts in the cutouts on the front. Once her shoulders were covered, he stepped behind her and began drawing a zipper up the back. She could feel the rubber tighten against her as the zipper climbed, pinning her arms firmly against her sides. A click soon told her that she was now locked into the suit.

“There,” he said. “How does that feel?”

Experimentally, she squirmed, testing the suit’s hold. It quickly became apparent that her arms were going nowhere. The feeling of helplessness swept through her, arousing her as it always did.

“It feels good,” she murmured.

“You like?” he asked, reaching down. At his touch, she realized the suit was crotchless, gasping slightly as his fingers stroked her lips.

“Very much,” she replied, moaning softly.

“Then you’ll love the next part.”

Next part? Puzzled, she watched as he reached into the box again, her eyes widening at the sight of the rubber hood he produced. Smiling, he held it up for her to examine.

At first, it looked like an ordinary hood. Then she noticed what looked like small threaded studs at each end of the mouth hole. Other studs were positioned on each end of the eye hole and on each side of both ear holes. Puzzled, she asked about them.

“You’ll see,” he replied, reaching up and carefully encasing her head. Once again, the process ended with a click that told her the hood, too, was locked in place. Turning her to face the mirror, he stepped back to let her examine herself.

“Oh my god.” Amazed, she stared at the creature staring back at her from the mirror. Armless, the being looked like a statue of shiny black. Her breasts, poking through the cutouts, provided a startling contrast to the gleaming ebony that surrounded them. “I love this.”

Reaching into the box again, he withdrew what looked like a panel gag. Instead of straps, though, each end sported what looked like a small knob. Puzzled, she opened her mouth to accept the gag. For a second, he fiddled with the ends of the gag, then lowered his hands. Wondering what good a gag could be without straps, she tried to push it out of her mouth, but it wouldn’t budge. Smiling at the question in her eyes, he tapped the knobs on the ends of the gag.

“Threaded on the inside,” he explained. “Makes them very easy to install or remove.”

Next from the box came two padded pieces that, once secured over her ears, left her with only the sound of her own pulse. The final piece, a blindfold, plunged her world into darkness.

Trapped in her own dark, silent world, she exulted. Not since he had introduced her to mummification had she felt so totally helpless, and she thrilled at the sensations flooding through her, barely noticing when he guided her to the bed and gently lay her down, positioning her in the center of the bed.

The feel of something wrapping around her ankle briefly drew her attention outward. By the feel alone, she could picture him wrapping the cuffs around her ankles, then drawing her legs apart to apply the spreader bar. A slight tug told her he had attached a chain or rope to the eye in the center of the bar, the other end no doubt secured to the foot of her bed.

Thoroughly helpless, totally cut off from the outside world, she quickly sank into herself, seeking and finding the place where only he could take her. Subspace. That dark, warm, safe place where all of her masks, all her defenses, fell away. Eagerly, she wrapped the darkness around her, waiting for what she knew would come.

Nothing happened. She waited for his touch with a desire that slowly grew into a craving. Almost distantly, she could feel her body writhing in it’s bonds as if silently begging for his touch. Soft moans slipped from behind the gag as her arousal grew on its own, fed by her helplessness. Soon, she was desperate for his touch.

He was teasing her, she knew. Sightless, she could feel his eyes on her, watching and protecting. Through the darkness, she could feel him surround her, keeping her safe as the last of her inner restraints fell away.

Then it began. A light touch ignited a flare of pleasure on her left nipple. In her darkness, she could actually see the small red flash his touch ignited within her. Then her right nipple flared. The flashes continued as his hands explored her breasts, growing and mingling until, in her mind’s eye, her breasts were outlined in the red glow. Slowly, the glow expanded. Though his hands never left her breasts, the glow spread as the sensations traveled through her, until her entire body glowed with her arousal, her need.

Slowly, the glow brightened, pulsing as waves of desire swept through her. Soon, her body seemed, in her mind, to be wrapped in flames of need. Now every touch centered her attention, her whole being, on that one place. Nothing mattered, nothing existed, except her need, and the touch that could give her what she now desired beyond thinking.

A gentle nudge centered her attention between her thighs. Every nerve in her body seemed drawn to that one place as she felt him enter her. In her mind’s eye, she could see him over her, watch his hips flex as he thrust into her. With each thrust, the fire grew, reaching levels she had never dreamed possible.

Finally, as it seemed she must surely explode, sound entered her world. She heard her own frantic moans as she pleaded with him for release. Then came the sound she craved with all her being.

“Cum for me, my love.”

Even in her frantic state, what happened next surprised her. She didn’t explode into orgasm. Instead, she simply disintegrated, every atom of her body flashing to the ends of the universe as endless waves of nearly unendurable pleasure rushed through her. She felt pleasure, she was pleasure. The red glow that had surrounded her grew brighter, brighter, then flashed into darkness.

Opening her eyes, she gazed at the ceiling. Slowly, she realized that her bonds were gone. With all the effort in the world, she slowly turned her head to find him lying beside her, watching over her as she recovered from her massive orgasm.

Slowly, she licked her lips, then dredged up enough voice to whisper, “Thief.”

Smiling, he leaned over and kissed her gently. “Don’t worry, love, your bones will grow back soon.”

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I think you stole them for good this time.”

Smiling, he slipped his arms around her. And as strength slowly returned, she curled herself into his embrace. Her eyes closed and she thought, as so often before, that subspace was a nice place to visit, but here, with him, was the only place she could live. Smiling, she drifted off to sleep.

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