Homestyle Part Three
It was Tuesday and I was still reeling from my long weekend in Minneapolis. I literally collapsed when I arrived home last night. I managed to remove my rubber layers but for the first time ever failed to clean my rubber before crashing for the evening. They would have to wait until this evening for me to properly care for them. Today would be another day at the office requiring my absolute attention. My company's merger was imminent and details need to be finalized. I staggered to the shower, cleaned up and dressed for the day. I only had time for coffee before leaving for work.
I arrived at work early. I wanted to review some merger papers before the staff arrived. While at my desk I noticed an email from China. To my delight my China broker found a ceramic mold supplier. The name of the supplier was Chen-Lee and they were in Dongguan, China. I was so delighted to hear I almost forgot the merger papers. “Focus Willy, focus.” I finally forced myself to read through the papers and highlight some needed revisions. Finally the staff started arriving. My assistant popped in and asked how my weekend was. I told her it was “remarkable”. We then sat and planned out a series of meetings for the day.
My morning consisted of three short meetings, mostly updates on operations. When noon came I decided to duck out for something to eat since I skipped breakfast as well as yesterday’s lunch and dinner. Yesterday’s banquet of pig piss, while penetrable, could hardly be considered haute cuisine. I grabbed a company car and headed for Manny’s, a small cafe near the factory. I ordered off the breakfast menu. While I was eating I received a call from my friend on the west coast. He found a makeup artist who specialized in body casting. He said he could set up an appointment for as early as this weekend if it worked into my schedule. I gleefully said yes. “Fine, I'll call you with the details.” Suddenly my meal tasted even better.
The afternoon was totally consumed by a long meeting on the merger. The company we are planning to buy is call CETEX Logical located in Fort Lauderdale, FL. I asked that we arrange a meeting in Fort Lauderdale sometime toward the end of the week. In the meantime I asked that the changes I made to the paperwork be reviewed by legal and if OK be added and sent to CETEX. I wanted them to have time to review them before our meeting.
Finally the day was done and I was heading home. I was reminded of the fact that I had a couple of extremely dank rubber suits waiting for me that needed proper care. I decided to eat in and ordered DoorDash to deliver some food. I arrived home and made short work of cleaning and drying my silicone doll suit and my evolution suit. Safely packed away I waited for my food to arrive while planning for the evening. My food came and I ate mightily as if I needed to make up for the meals I skipped yesterday.
I decided to take some time to sit at my computer. I need to order some new rubber to replace some of my more well-worn items. While checking out the various sites, I received an email from the west coast. Seems I have an appointment in Burbank Saturday at 9’00 AM for a complete body cast. The name I was given was Robert Stone Studio with an address in North Hollywood. He also sent me the phone number and email should I need to contact them beforehand. I thanked him and decided my lechery was getting the best of me and I needed a rubber fix.
I headed to my rubber den of delight. Now onto the debauchery. My first rubber item will be a pair of rubber shorts. These shorts have an attached cock and ball sheath as well as an inflatable butt plug. I lube them up and slid into them. I then inflate the plug until I feel full and remove the inflator. Nothing excessive as I will be wearing it for quite some time. There is a rubber tube attached to the sheath which will come into play later. Next comes the first suit. It is a face entry suit. This one has an attached hood, feet, and gloves. All I need to do is make sure the tube attached to the sheath finds its way outside the suit. Next comes two more suits. This second suit has an attached rubber hood. The hood has openings for eyes, and mouth. I eagerly slipped into this second rubber suit. It is a back zip suit with attached feet. This hood has nose tubes. The nose tubes are designed to protrude a couple inches into my nose. These tubes would prove to be my only lifeline once I inserted a gag. The gag is to keep things quiet. This is a particularly intense gag. It is a silicon tongue gag that fills my mouth completely, as well as the space between the teeth and lips. Once in place, my screams of ecstasy will be reduced to a moan. This intrusive gag will be sealed under the hood. The gag has a tube in the center through which I can breathe for the moment. Now for my third rubber suit. This was my loose fitting 3.0mm, full closure Knight’s suit with hood, attached boots and gloves. I hoist it up to my shoulders and slide my arms into the heavy rubber sleeves. Before donning the hood I need to make some attachments. The penis tube needs to be attached to the gag tube. One can’t be urinating in my rubber suits can they. Once I am properly plumbed, I pull the heavy hood over my head and zip up the final suit. At this point I could lock the suit but that is not necessary as I plan to stay layered up as long as possible even without the lock but it adds to the thrill. I fed the tubed through the faceplate of the suit and then fed through appropriate holes in the inner hood. The eyes are covered so once I zip up the suit I am shut off from any outside stimulus. This suit comes with an air/watertight zipper. Once zipped in I was totally sealed in.
I am now sealed in three layers of rubber. I begin to sweat heavily not only because of the heat in the room but because of sheer exhaustion. I blindly grope for the bed. Once there I literally fell into bed. By now I am panting through my nose tubes barely getting enough air to breathe. I almost panic realizing that I have to relax my breathing in order to survive.
It takes several minutes for me to calm down from my near panic. I then begin to relax. I begin to fall into trance as I succumb to my rubber viscera. It is like I have returned to the womb as I wallow in my sweat filled rubber cocoon. I am like a pupa in a rubber chrysalis waiting to become renewed. I then feel the ravenous urge to cum. By now my sheath is filled with pre-cum. Pleasure comes quickly and violently. I am once again at the mercy of my completely inadequate nose tubes. Eventually the calm quickly follows the storm and I am back luxuriating in my rubber world.
Time goes on and I doze off to sleep only to be woken by a vile taste in my mouth. I scream in my gag but only a slight mew is heard in the room. My bladder is releasing urine. I am consuming and recirculating it through my system. I could not stop the flow so I nearly drowned myself until the flow subsided. I know that for hours to come my fate is sealed to sweat and recycle piss without a choice. My only other volition is to cum as often as I can.
I realize I have been reduced to a mere rubber object vegetating in a near comatose state.
As I regain my focus I realize that it is morning and I have to be at work. I blindly grope for the key to my outer suit. It takes me several minutes to find it and even longer to fit it in the lock with these heavy gloves. I removed enough rubber to be able to see again only to find that I had a message. Seems my plans are about to change. My meetings would have to be postponed until afternoon. Seems legal did not get through all the changes and there is nothing to discuss until they do. I staggered upstairs to my computer and typed a message to my assistant that I would be in at noon. Typing with these heavy gloves is quite a feat. I returned to my playroom and I replaced my hoods and reconnected my tubes and went back to bed. Some time later I was woken again by a phone call. It was my assistant wanting to inform me that Legal had finished the changes. I jumped up and hastily removed enough rubber to answer the phone. I told her to schedule a meeting for 1:00 PM. I had hoped for this opportunity for at least two more orgasms before I had to struggle out of my layers, clean up and head to work.
As usual, I was reluctant to leave my rubber nest but duty calls. I cleaned myself and my rubber and made some strong coffee. I need something to wash down the taste of the urine. I dressed and headed for work. I was hungry so I caught a quick taco from the food truck at work. I had just finished the taco when I entered my office. Waiting for me were the revised papers that legal had revised and approved. I sat down and thumbed through the highlighted changes. They all look good so I had my assistant make copies and headed off to my 1:00 meeting. After the copies were distributed I asked everyone to read through the changes to see if they had any comments. There were a few questions but everything seemed to be acceptable. “Fine, Make sure copies get sent to CETEX. Ask them to read through them in anticipation of our next meeting. Tell them I am suggesting we postpone our meeting until next week so they and their legal team have a chance to review the material.
The meeting lasted a little over an hour leaving me with pretty much the entire afternoon to get caught up on non-merger issues. I also wanted to make arrangements for my trip to the west coast this weekend. My plans were to fly into Burbank Friday evening and go to the effects studio Saturday, stay overnight Saturday then head back Sunday afternoon. I decided I best call the studio ahead of time to lay out exactly what castings I needed. I would need a full head and body cast, a separate head and shoulder cast, and casts of my hands and feet. Once separate molds are made based on all of these casting, I will have one each for a mask mold, bodysuit with or without attained hood plus separate gloves and stockings. All this made me a bit randy. I best get my mind back on business or I won’t have the money I need to buy all this.
Evening came and I was randomly as hell by the time I arrived home. I didn’t even eat before heading to the play room. My mind kept going back to all the extreme rubber escapades I endured recently. Thoughts of Paris, Amsterdam, Munich, and even this week’s unwarranted experience with the Wisconsin farmers prompted me to want to push myself to an extreme. I rummaged through all my rubber items but even as extreme as some can be, they didn’t seem extreme enough. Then it dawned on me. There was one rubber suit which would be so severe that I would never think of using it ever again. It was the suit I was forced to wear for three days while in Paris. Recalling the whole incident immediately stirred my loins. Recalling the fact that while I only wore it three days, I was forced to wear it with two previous days worth of sweat and vile fluids already marinated in the suit. I look at the tightly sealed plastic bundle on the floor of my closet. Do I dare break the seal? It must be completely rancid by now. I sat on the bed questioning if I had the courage to wear that suit again especially after all those disgusting juices had been sealed up for close to a month. I decided this would be the debauchery I needed but before breaking the seal I needed to make some preparations.
I pulled out my gas mask hood, shoulder rebreather bag, and readied my aroma vaporizer system. I sorted through my aroma files and decided to piss in one of them to add some spice to the proceeding. I would need some restraints owing to the fact that even if I could stomach getting into the suit, I would probably want to escape immediately. That would never do. I was ready or at least I thought so.
I first put on my gas mask hood. I thoughtI would lessen the shock of smelling the suit by adding a filter to the mask. Once in place, I carefully cut the plastic wrap on the suit. Once the wrap was removed there lay the suit. At first it did not seem too worse for wear but then I remembered all the nasties were inside the suit. I carefully unfolded the suit and laid it on the bed. The moment of truth came when I unzipped the zipper. Then it hit me. Filter or no filter the stench for inside the suit was horrendous. It was much worse than I had expected. I gave serious thought to scrapping the whole idea and simply destroying the suit. I sat for a bit then decided this is the decadent pro version that I was seeking. I opened the suit further then in one brave move removed my mask to treat myself to the full effect of the putrid rancid suit. It was as disgusting as the pig piss I was forced to inhale last weekend. The fluids inside of the suit had been reduced to slime. I knew that entering the suit would literally defile my body yet I began by sliding my feet into this vile rubber abyss.
I slide further into the suit to the point I need to stick my arms into the sleeves. Once the suit was up to my shoulders there was no going back. I reached for the airtight zipper and pulled it up to mid back. I hesitate because the next step would be the ultimate defile. I would have to stick my head into the blind rubber hood. Anticipating my response I decided a gag might be in order. I rummaged in my stash and found a full mouth gag similar to the one I wore while in this suit the first time. With the gag in place I housed the heavy hood unto my face and zipped the suit closed. The stench was so bad I wanted to throw up. Were it not for the gag and the fear I would choke. I fought off the wretchedness.
Sealed and gagged in a rubber suit filled with obscenely rancid slime, my next move was to secure myself so I would not be tempted to escape. This could possibly be a step too far as the smell from this suit could only be described as toxic. Nonetheless I secured the wrists and cuffs with time locks. I was stuck in this suit until morning. My only consolation was that the breathing tubes in my nose sealed tight enough that I was mostly breathing fresh air from outside the suit. This would change soon as I was about to introduce the vapor inhaler. I groped my way to my bed. I found my gas mask and rebreather bag and stretched the mask over my hooded head. I laid back on the bed ready to hook up the inhaler. The one final task was to attach the aroma vial. I groped my nightstand for the vial I had prepared. Finding it I screwed it on the inhaler. This time I planned to set the timer mechanism for the inhaler.
It was set to start in ten minutes and last eight hours. I then attached the last time-lock preventing my hands from reaching my mask. This put me in a terribly risking situation if something went wrong. Extreme I wanted. Extreme I got.
I lay there contemplating my situation helplessly bound up in a heavy rubber suit filled with four day old spunk about to be hit with piss soaked air for the next eight hours. I immediately orgasmed just thinking of my situation. I languished for several minutes in the afterglow or my climax when the inhaler activated and the piss infused air hit me. And, hit me it did. Oh my God! I grabbed the wrong vial. In the confusion I grabbed the vial of pig piss from last weekend. I choked and screamed. How could I have done something so stupid? I managed to trap myself in the worst situation of my life and I was stuck here to suffer for the next eight hours with absolutely no means to escape this nightmare.
I could not sleep. I have been in some highly confined situations while in rubber and still managed to sleep but not this time. I hopelessly tugged at my restraints hoping against all hope that they would give me enough slack to pull off the breathing tube for the inhaler. No such luck. I tossed and turned all night nearly gagged several times realizing that would be the end of my life. Even though I was completely exhausted I still could not sleep. My misery was too great. I was sweating profusely, adding on more layer of sweat to the five days of rancid sweat still in my suit.
Morning finally came and my time locks opened. I immediately grabbed for the tubes to the inhaler. I was finally free from the horrendously vile pig piss. I was looking forward to breathing clean air again. I tore at the zipper on my hood and tore it off my face mask and removed the oppressive gag from my mouth. I gulped a huge breath of air then began to cough and cough and coughed again. I could not stop coughing. I began to believe that pig piss is hazardous to my health. I shuffled upstairs and drank some water which helped some but I was still coughing. Something was wrong.
It was 6:00 AM. If I was going to work I needed to start cleaning up. I worried that the stench from the suit would stick to my body. Not a pleasant thought. I went to the shower and stripped out of the suit. I was once again forced to suffer the wretched odor coming from inside the suit. The hot water from the shower only made it worse. Eventually I was shed of the suit and feverishly scrubbing the stick off my body. I think I succeeded but to be honest between the pig piss and the vile suit, my sense of smell was not 100%. Worse, the coughing did not stop. I cast the suit aside to deal with it later. I think I need a doctor. Something is not right.
I called work and told them I woke up with a terrible cough and then I would be heading to the doctor as soon as I could get in. I spared them the sorted details. My assistant felt sorry for my condition. Doubt she would if she knew I slept in a filthy rubber suit breathing pig piss for eight hours. Rather than wait for the doctor’s office to open, I elected to go to the walk-in clinic. There is one close to my house. I dressed and headed over there. I kept smelling myself to see if I still smelled of last night’s debauchery. I think I am OK.
Fortunately the clinic was not busy and I got in right away. The doctor on staff checked me out and said I was suffering from Pneumonitis. He asked if I was exposed to any toxic chemicals. I lied and said perhaps while in the factory. He advised me to stay away from such exposure. He gave me a dose of corticosteroids and wrote a prescription for more doses. I asked about recovery. He said the cough should subside within a day and I should be totally fine in two of three days. “Check back if the symptoms continue.” I thanked him and headed for the pharmacy to fill my prescription. On the way back home I called the office with the news that I would be out until next Monday but all should be well by then.
On the way home I scolded myself for such foolishness. How could I put myself in such danger? I will admit there was a spark of gleefulness when I think of what I put myself through. I wanted an ultimate rubber challenge and I got one. I also felt relieved that I would still be able to make my appointment with the effects studio on Saturday. In fact I could now go Friday morning and spend some time in LA.
I spent the day cleaning up my rubber and getting ready for the LA trip. My coughing was getting better. The corticosteroids must be working. I looked at the pile of smelly rubber in the bottom of my shower and had a decision to make; throw it out, keep it and clean it , or seal it up as is. I decided to keep it but seal it up again as is. Who knows, sometime I might get the impulse for an extreme rubber scene again.
I zipped up the suit, dried the outside, and proceeded to seal it once again in layers of thighs plastic. The pig piss was another matter. I made sure to flush that vile and the unpleasant memory down the drain. After that I needed rest. Not sleeping last night had caught up with me. I stripped out of my clothes and settled in my rubber hammock and slept the rest of the day. I woke up around 3:00 PM. I called the airline and changed my flight to tomorrow morning. I packed a few items for the trip and headed back to my rubber hammock for the rest of the evening.
I woke up early Friday morning. I decided once more to wear my rubber hero suit for the trip. I topped that with some casual sleepwear. grabbed my bag and headed for the airport. I was relieved to find out my cough was gone and I could breathe easier. The flight was uneventful. Since I was totally rested from my antics Wednesday evening, I was fully awake for the trip. I landed in Burbank and headed to the car rental to pick up my car. As usual I rented a convertible. “When in California….” I checked into my hotel and unpacked my bags. I decided to go easy on any rubber exploits this evening. A drive down Wilshire and visits to a couple museums followed by a nice dinner would be enough for me today.
It was evening when I finished my last stop at the Peterson Museum. I drove down to Huntington Beach for dinner. I headed for Captains Jacks for some seafood. I opted for the seafood combination of charbroiled jumbo shrimp, scallops, and fresh fish skewers with King Crab. It was delicious. I I enjoyed the drive back to Burbank along the PCH. It was evening by the time I arrived back at my hotel. A day’s worth of California sun had successfully contributed to the sweat inside my rubber suit. This made for just the right amount of “personal lube” to allow me to cum several times during the evening.
Morning came and I readied myself for the casting session. I showered and put on my neck entry rubber suit. This would be how I wanted to have my whole body cast. Added to that would be my microporous rubber hood. This would be the basis for the full body mold. The separate head mold would be on my head without the hood. This would be the basis for the rubber mask mold. For this I wanted facial details, my facial details. I dress in street clothes and head out to the effects studio.
Once there I met the owner, Jeff. He introduced me to the staff and explained the process. It was a little different than I had expected. “Your body mold will use traditional casting processes but instead of plaster we use UV cured fiberglass. The process is faster and the results are stronger. The head shot will use 3D modeling with a high resolution laser scanner. Once your head is digitized, we send files to a 3D printer for a high resolution 3D model in plastic. This allows us to build our special effects on top of the model using a combination of call sculpting and digital effects. Shall we get started?” We began with the head mold. “Do you want the mold with your eyes open or closed?”
I said open and they installed special contact lenses to protect my eyes from the laser scanner. I simply sat and they scanned my head and face several times until they were satisfied with the results.
He explained they do the body cast using the traditional method because they have not found a 3D printing source with a large enough platform to do the entire body. They stood me up on a platform and attached supports to my arms to holster them away from my body. They proceeded to cover my body with a blue gel which required several minutes to cure, then began to wrap my body in a fiberglass wrap.
Finally they used a handheld UV light source to cure the fiberglass. This light source gave off a lot of heat causing my rubber suit to immediately fill with sweat. I had to stand there for a half hour to ensure the mold had cured; I was laid on a table while they carefully cut the two halves of the mold. The entire process took about an hour and a half. I actually found the whole process sexually stimulating. It was like a bondage session being confined in some sort of sarcophagus. I struggled to hide my randiness.
Once completed we worked out the timeline for the 3D models and the means of delivery. The head model would be in hard plastic and the body cast would be ultracal plaster. Both would be ready within ten days. I arranged to have them crated and sent to my factory in my name. I paid them for the casting seeing and agreed to pay for the models when they were completed. I thanked them and left.
It was just after 3:00 PM when all was said and done. I had the rest of the day to spend as I wish. ‘I wasn’t prepared for the process to take less time than I expected so I did not bring a lot of play things along to occupy my time. I decided to head for a dive shop and look at wet suits to add to my collection. I Googled shops in the area and found one that still listed a line of smooth skin suits. I headed for the shop. The skin suits they had in sock were basically rear zip surf suits although they had heavier suit available with special order. They selected a surf suit that they felt would fit me and showed me to a dressing area to try it on. I asked for a tine of talc realizing that the smooth skin suit might not slide over my rubber suit. I talced my body and the inside of the suit and slide it on. I love the extra compassion of the neoprene. Once in, I zipped the rear zipper. It was a heavenly feeling being all snug in the double layers. I exited the dressing area. there was a full length mirror and checked out the fit. It was perfect all except for the high neck of the rubber suit underneath peeking out above the neck of the wetsuit. I hoped no one would notice. I agreed to buy the suit. I told them I would wear the suit. I lied and told them I was heading for a surf shop to rent a board to do a little surfing. I collected my street clothes and paid.
I headed out for the evening in my double layer rubber suits. I stopped at a gas station and ducked into the rest room and redressed myself in my street clothes over my suits. I thought that way there would be fewer prying eyes while I am out in public. I headed for my favorite area, Manhattan Beach. Even though it was late afternoon, the sun was still warm. My suits were warming up nicely producing a gentle layer of sweat inside my rubber suit. I drove to the beach area and went to the restaurant I visited on my last trip. I parked and walked to the restaurant. I ate out on the deck. The meal was delicious. I then walked down to the pier to watch the sun begin to set over the ocean. I stayed there until the sun was down and the air began to cool off. Fortunately the wetsuit acts as great insolation and the heated glow of my rubber stayed with me all the way back to my hotel.
Once at the hotel I immediately headed for my room. I was randy as hell and needed relief. I stopped of my clothes and literally raped my bed or gazing several times before falling asleep. I woke early the next morning and decided I needed to clean up for the trip home. My plan was to remove my wetsuit and my neck entry suit, shower and redress in a fresh suit for the flight home. I stepped into the shower and unzipped the wet suit. That’s when trouble set in. Seems the smooth skin of the wetsuit did not want to release for the inner rubber suit. I tried all sorts of ways to try to get water between the layers to help release them. Nothing worked. I was stuck. I only had a limited amount of time before my flight and simply did not have time to spend with these sticky suits. I had no choice but to wear them both for the trip home. Hopefully the TSA would not mind the extra layer of rubber as much as I will. The combination should prove to be hellaciously hot during the flight home.
I successfully made it through the TSA in Los Angeles. The trip home was hot and uncomfortable in two layers of rubber, especially the outer layer being a wetsuit. I arrived home with my inner suit filled with sweat and precum. I did eventually manage to separate the two suits and once out of the wetsuit, I pleasured myself several times in the swollen rubber suit before cleaning up.
Back at work Monday morning, I was greeted by the news that we were scheduled to fly to Fort Lauderdale that evening to meet with my prospective merger partners. I met with my merger team for most of the morning. Our flight was at 6:00 PM so I headed home early to pack. I did not wear rubber for the flight but packed a couple of rubber items for the trip. I met the team at the airport. There were six of us so I chartered a private plane. The flight took a little over two hours and we were in Florida by 9;00 PM including time change. It was hot and steamy when we arrived. For once I was glad not to wear rubber for this flight.
I gathered the team for breakfast the next morning to go over any last minute details. We arrived at the plant at 9:00 AM and were ushered into a large conference room. Since everybody already had copies of our presentation, the conversation went along quickly exchanging different amendments to the agreement. While the team met with their counterparts, the rest of us were met with their CEO for a more formal presentation of CETEX, followed by a tour of the facilities.
One of their technicians named Bobby did most of the tour presentation. Their biggest business was in industrial prototyping. They use various processes to male prototypes but their latest was stereo-lithography. In other words 3D printing. Bobby showed us their 3D studio including the digitizing equipment and the printer themselves. Bobby seemed personally proud of their capabilities including the scale of objects they could create. I had to ask the question, “So, Bobby, can you scan and create an object, let’s say, the size of the human body?”
He said, “Absolutely,” with sufficient confidence that led me to believe he had already tried. Then Bobby showed the results. “The 3D production can be produced in a number of materials including hard and soft plastic as well as some soft metals. We have even had success with creating objects that are vinyl and rubber.” “Wow, best keep that knowledge away from the rubber fetish community.” Everyone laughed except Bobby who just smiled and looked straight ahead.
Our tour ended and we reconnected with the merger teams. Seemed they came to mutual terms on most of the issues. We decided to celebrate with lunch at one of the local country clubs. We were scheduled to fly out after dinner but I decided to stay overnight and catch a commercial flight tomorrow. I sent the team back on the charter. Seems Fort Lauderdale has a well known rubber fetish presence in the city including a company called SinTastixs which both sells fetish items and sponsors local events. I had to check them out. I checked into a hotel and swapped my suit and reached for my Hero rubber suit and casual street clothes then headed to SinTastixs.
The store is impressive especially for the States. You usually only see stores this well stocked in England or Europe. I walked along the rubber items noting that they were all from major suppliers. Seems SinTastixs is exclusively a reseller of rubber goods. I headed to the magazine section. I noted that they had some vintage rubber magazines for sale. Will perusing their magazines a young man walked up next to me and proceeded to stock the shelves next to me. I was surprised to see it was Bobby from the factory.
I spoke up, “Moonlighting?”
He was startled and when he recognized me he was shocked.
“Are you in the game?” He did not answer but turned beet red. “Don’t worry,” I replied, “you are among friends.”
“I just work here to help out a friend,” he said.
“Tell me more about your friends.” I said.
He finished stocking the shelf and we headed off to a small break room and Bobby told me all about his arrangement with the store. He worked there as a favor for the owner who is also his gay partner. I assured him that I was not going to out him. In fact I might have an opportunity for him to be part of my side efforts.
“Bobby, do you ever have access to the equipment at CETEX?” I have a side job that might work well with your 3D printing equipment.” Bobby asked for more details. I told him of the whole rubber molding program I had in mind including making rubber suits and accessories at my company in England. He seemed excited about the idea. Then I told him about my recent experience with the effects studio in LA, and my plans to use a China source to make dipping molds.
“I currently have access to a digital file that I would like to make into a 3D model. If it works out I would like to use the CETEX equipment to possibly make dipping molds and bypass China. Bobby smiled. “When will you be taking over the company?”
“That is a wise question, Bobby.” I said and winked.
So we hatched a plan to go into effect as soon as the merger went into effect. We shook hands and I headed back to the hotel and then caught my plane home.