5: Steve and Miranda
The next morning they slept in late, naked under the latex covered duvet in Jennifer's room. The room was littered with the discarded clothing from the previous night, so when they were both awake Jennifer washed it all in the shower and hung it to dry while Jane ordered breakfast for them. Refreshed and showered they chose outfits for the day - Jane in a pink semi-transparent mini-dress and four-inch stilettos, and Jennifer in a matching outfit but in semi-transparent electric blue. Before long they were getting out of another cab at the top of the steeply winding drive up to a large stucco villa - Steve and Miranda's house.
At the top of the steps they stood in front of the wide oak door and Jane rang the doorbell. Even the events of the last few days hadn't prepared them for the sight which greeted them as the door was opened.
The figure standing in the doorway towered over them. Long legs encased in milky white latex ended in black patent pumps with a three inch platform, an eight inch heel and four buckled straps. The white rubber covered the figure's legs seamlessly up under the tight black maid’s dress which covered the figure's body, from which a flared skirt stuck out almost horizontally from the tightly corseted waist. The skirt was so short and flared that Jane and Jennifer could see that the white latex continued under it. At the front swollen red latex vaginal lips were visible; they looked obscenely engorged and glistening. The black dress had tight sleeves and the hands were wearing matching black wrist gloves. The dress strained to contain a pneumatically enhanced chest, the low-cut neckline revealing more gleaming white rubber. Around its neck the figure wore a stiff rubber posture collar, holding the head in a haughty erect pose. Chrome letters on the collar spelled out the word 'MAID'. Maid's head was enclosed in a tight white latex hood. There were small eye openings - too small for the girls to see the eyes behind - and no mouth opening, just a small red cupid's bow picked out in shiny rubber.
The maid nodded to them as best she could in the collar, indicated that they should follow and turned on her vertiginous heels. As she turned her back Jennifer noticed a circle of puckered red rubber nestling in the cleft of her buttocks - the anal partner to the lips at the front.
Jane leaned over and whispered in Jennifer's ear “what has she got him wearing now?!” Jennifer nodded in amused agreement. “Steve must really have pissed her off to have to spend the day in that outfit, hot though it is”. However when they entered the large airy living room they got a surprise. Sitting on the sofa was a man who - even without the zippered mask - they recognised as Steve. He was wearing tight black rubber leggings and a blue rubber polo shirt, with shiny black rubber riding boots on his feet. Jennifer and Jane looked from him to the maid, who had moved to take up position in the corner of the room as if to await further instructions. Steve smiled at their confused expressions as they realised that 'maid' must be Miranda!
“Hi,” said Steve. “I see you've met Maid. Come in and make yourselves at home. Would you like anything to drink?” He waved at Maid, who tottered off towards a door at the far side of the room. Jennifer sat down on the other sofa at right angles to the first. Jane slowly followed, but her gaze did not leave Maid's departing rubber-covered figure. “I see you like my maid,” Steve said.
“I had assumed you were the sub in this relationship,” Jennifer replied.
“Oh, we're a bit more flexible than that,” Steve explained. “We play a great many games, and Miranda lost the last one, so for today she's Maid. Not that she minds of course,” he added. Maid soon returned with a tray of lemonade, which she carefully placed on the low table in front of the sofas. Jane still seemed unable to take her eyes off her. “That will be all for now,” Steve instructed her. “You can stand at ease.”
The girls looked at each other questioningly; it seemed an odd expression to use. In reply Steve indicated the far corner of the room, to which Maid was now walking. When she got there she turned around to face into the room, and placed the soles and heels of her skyscraper stiletto shoes into matching depressions on the floor. As soon as she did so a smooth electrical whirring started, and something appeared from the floor between her feet. As it rose the girls watched in widening wonder. It was a narrow chrome saddle, on top of a chrome pole. Protruding from the saddle were two glistening black dildos. They seemed almost to be oozing lubricant, they were so shiny and slick. As they reached Maid's waiting orifices she manoeuvred herself so they lined up with the red rubber lips and puckered anal button in her suit. They slid home smoothly until they were fully inside the now softly moaning Maid. When the chrome saddle reached her it seemed as if it was going to lift her off the floor, but it stopped at exactly the right height. “Pressure sensors in the floor,” Steve explained. “When her shoes align with the sensors the plugs appear, and as soon as the weight on them is reduced by the saddle lifting her up they stop.” Jennifer couldn't help but watch as Maid writhed slowly on the intruders impaling her, rubbing her rubber-clad hands over herself as she did so. Looking at Jane she saw she was totally transfixed by the sight, as she had been since they arrived.
“So how did you like our club?” Steve asked. He and Jennifer were soon chatting about the previous evening and some of the amazing fetish people they'd seen. Jennifer realised that Steve and Miranda not only owned the club but were the centre of the entire fetish scene in the city. They owned a shop for which Jennifer had seen flyers at the club, and they had a manufacturing facility servicing the shop and a mail order business. They talked easily, Steve happy to introduce new people to their lifestyle, and Jennifer eager to hear all the details.
Throughout their conversation Jane seemed to be lost in a dream; only occasionally contributing to the conversation with a nod or grunted acknowledgement, and rarely taking her eyes off the slowly gyrating figure of Maid. This had not been lost on Steve. At a lull in the conversation he suddenly said “Right, who wants the guided tour?” Jennifer immediately agreed and roused Jane from her daydream to come with them. “Come along, Maid,” Steve called loudly, at which Maid looked round languidly, then nodded. Leaning forward so that her weight was entirely on the balls of her feet she triggered the saddle-mounted dildos to retract back into the floor. They oozed out of her, the red rubber closing behind them. After a few seconds to steady herself back onto her feet, Maid tottered over to them. It seemed she also had noticed the rapt attention Jane had been giving her, as she looped her arm round Jane's and guided her off in the direction Steve was heading with Jennifer.
Steve led Jennifer down the further of the two corridors which led off either side of the large central living room. The house was large and spacious, and had obviously been designed around Steve and Miranda's fetish lifestyle. The bathroom was entirely white-tiled, with a walk-in shower easily big enough for two, walls covered in shower jets, and chrome rings at regular intervals throughout. The main bedroom was huge but sparsely furnished, dominated as it was by a super king-sized bed with black latex bedding. Leading off the bedroom was a smaller room. The walls were completely covered with mirrored panels. As Jennifer looked through the doorway Maid slid past her, pulling Jane into the room. She pushed on one of the mirrored panels and revealed it as a wardrobe. Further panels revealed more and more wardrobes, each filled with rubber clothes, shoes and accessories. As Maid opened the panels Jane trailed after her, running her hand over the endless selection of clothes. It seemed Maid was looking for something specific as she continued to work her way round the room.
Steve tapped Jennifer on the shoulder. “Come here,” he said. He reached in and closed the door to the mirrored dressing room. Just next to the door was a large mirror. Steve pressed a button next to it and the mirror slid away, leaving a window onto the dressing room. “It's a one-way mirror,” Steve explained. “I find Miranda fascinating to watch when she's in the dressing room.”
As they watched it seemed Miranda had found what she was looking for. She was leaning down into a wardrobe filled with racks of shoes. Standing up she had a pair in her hand that looked identical to the ones she was wearing. She looked straight at the one-way mirror, held up the shoes and gave a quizzical tilt of her head, as if to ask their opinion. Steve laughed. “I see what she's thinking. I believe we may soon have two maids.”
Steve was right. Maid continued pulling things out of the cupboard and piling them on the floor. Jane soon realised what she intended and started taking off her mini-dress and shoes. Once Maid had found everything she was looking for she picked up a large bottle and beckoned Jane to come to the centre of the room. Holding up the bottle she dribbled dressing aid all over her naked body, then began spreading it around with her gloved hands, working her way down Jane's torso, between her legs and down to her ankles.
Once Jane was fully lubed, Maid picked up a mass of creamy white latex from the pile, shaking it out to reveal a glistening catsuit. Jane sat on a small stool and fed her legs into the suit, sliding her feet into the integral socks. Maid expertly smoothed the rubber up her legs. As the suit unfolded it revealed red rubber inserts at the crotch. Jane shivered with excitement as Maid added extra lube to the flaccid red latex, then slid the suit further up Jane’s legs and aligned the internal sheaths with her orifices. As they oozed into place Maid picked up a small dildo and gently pushed it through the red outer lips, using it to ensure the internal sheath was inside Jane, who groaned softly as she did so. Once Maid was done at the front she used the dildo to push the rear sheath into Jane's arse, again to pleasurable groans from Jane.
Maid then helped her up and pulled the suit up over her waist. The suit had a rear zip, but it didn't go all the way to the neck. Jane put her arms into the suit and Maid helped her push bend forward and put her head inside the suit's attached mask. As she straightened up the suit slid over her shoulders and her hands popped out of the wrists. It fit pretty well, with just a few wrinkles around her waist betraying that it had been made for the slightly taller Miranda.
Watching through the one-way mirror Jennifer was amazed how smooth the catsuit appeared. “It's as if there are no seams” she said to Steve.
“That's because there aren't,” he replied. “Come on, I'll show you,” he added, in response to Jennifer's quizzical look. He stuck his head in through the door to the dressing room. “Maid, we're going to get Jennifer measured. Bring your assistant along when you're ready!” With that he took Jennifer's hand and headed out of the bedroom, back past the living room and down the other corridor. Jennifer saw the huge kitchen as they passed, but that was apparently not their destination. Further on Steve opened another door and took Jennifer inside.
This room was quite small. It had a desk with a keyboard and two large screens, but about half the floor space was completely empty. Above the empty space some equipment appeared to be hanging from the ceiling. “Take your dress off and stand there,” Steve said, indicating the empty space. Intrigued, Jennifer did so. When she stepped across she saw two footprint marks on the floor, so stood with her feet aligned to them. “OK, stand still with your arms away from your body and your fingers spread, and close your eyes” Steve instructed. He had been working at the computer, which was obviously connected to the machinery on the ceiling. With her eyes closed Jennifer heard something whirr into life above her. The noise got closer and she felt something moving past her cheek. A warm feeling traced over her from head to toe and back again. After a couple of seconds Steve said “OK, we're done,” and gestured for her to come and see what was on the computer screen. It was a three-dimensional model of a woman. “That's you,” said Steve, as Jennifer put her dress back on. “This equipment uses lasers to scan you and measure you in three dimensions far more accurately than any tape measure.”
He looked at the panel next to the rotating image, where a stream of numbers was being displayed. He seemed to be doing something on the computer in response to what he saw, then after a minute or two he seemed to be happy. “Now we send it off to the factory,” he said.
“Factory?” Jennifer said, puzzled. “Yes, we have a latex clothing factory on the outskirts of town. I thought Miranda told you that?” Jennifer remembered their conversation last night. Miranda had said they owned the club, and she had mentioned 'the shop', but this sounded much bigger scale than she had imagined.