Homestyle Part Four
I landed in Chicago all excited by the prospect of making full scale 3D molds for my rubber fetish manufacturing in England. When I arrived home there was an email waiting for me from Baroness Pandora stating that she would be at a latex fashion show later in the week at the Fashion Center in Rosemont and asking if we could get together to discuss business.
I called Baroness Pandora, whose real name is Sandy Barnet. She was traveling with one of her staff members named Candy. I gave them my address and agreed we would meet at 7:00PM for drinks at my place where we could go over the agreement papers I had drafted. The bell rang exactly at 7:00. The two girls were stunning. Both wore short black dresses which displayed all the right things in the right places. I invited them in. I had a bottle of white wine chilled and offered them a glass before we began. Sandy and I went off into my home office while Candy waited in the Den. Halfway through the discussion Candy came seemingly all excited and whispered something in Sandy’s ear. “Really? You don’t say. We’ll have to check it out.” Sandy turned to me and said. “Will, you seem to be holding out on us. Candy here accidentally ran into your secret rubber lair.”
It dawned on me that I forgot to lock the door on my playroom and Candy must have walked into it. Sandy stopped what we were doing and immediately headed off to see what the big deal was all about.
“What’s this Will?” Sandy asked. There for all to see was my playroom with a huge rubber covered bed, bondage chair, rubber hammock, sauna, and closets along one wall. “Whatever do we have in here?” Before I could react both Sandy and Candy each opened closet doors which were full of my rubber stash. “My, Will, judging for all this you look better equipped then my studio. Could it be that you want to build a class act rubber studio for your own pleasure?”
“That has occurred to me,” I responded. “So Will as we say in the business ‘What’s your pleasure’?”
“I admit I have been going to extremes lately. I said. Too many layers. Too many risks.”
“Layers? You mean you like to be packed in layers of rubber?”
“Yes, I am so afraid.” I answered feeling a bit embarrassed.
“What is your record?”
“Five heavy layers,” I admitted.
“Show me,” said Sandy.
“What here? Now? But the agreement papers.”
“We can look at them later after we help you break your record. After all what are rubber dominatrix for if not pleasing customers.”
I could not believe I was hearing this. Here I am with two trained dominatrixes wanting to wrap me in layers of my own rubber.
Candy started laying out rubber items on my bed while Sandy began to strip off my clothes. When Sandy got down to my rubber hero suit she said. “Why Will, you are a kinky boy. Well here’s layer one.”
Next Candy produced my evolution suit with an attached hood, mask, gloves and feet. Sandy went off and rummaged through some of my drawers and found a couple of my really old time suits. “I remember these.”She produces two old Hydroglove rubber drysuits. “How about we add these?” With that she and Candy helped me into the suits one by one. They sealed the top suit by rolling the top and bottom waist together. “That’s four. We have a good start.”
Next Candy dragged out my heavy inflatable suit with an attached inflatable hood. It took both girls to get into the suit. It was baggy since they left it deflated. I thought, this must be it. The double layer inflatable suit makes six layers. That’s a record.
But they did not stop there. I noticed that the inflator valves each had a tube attached to them. It took the two of them to lift the last suit off the rack. It was my 3.0mm Knights hazmat suit. They had to drag it over to me and struggled with all their might to hoist it up to my waist and finally onto my shoulders. They muscled the airtight zipper closed leaving a small gap for rubber tubes to exit the suit. They then attached my inflator and pumped up the inner inflatable suit and hood to the point I could hardly stand it.
I heard a distant voice say. “I believe that’s seven layers but all this rubber seems so cold to the touch. Let’s warm it up a bit.” With that they struggled me to my feet. Barely able to move, they managed to shuffle me across the room and sit me on a bench. “Let’s heat things up, I bit OK Willy?”
Oh my God. They put me in the sauna.
“We'll check on you later Willy. We are off to sample some of your wine.”
It must have taken several minutes for the heat to penetrate all the layers of rubber but when it did I immediately began to sweat buckets in my inner suit. The heat was intense and it appeared they would not be back any time soon to rescue me. I just sat there in my seven layers of rubber not able to move much less exit the sauna.
The duo of dominatrixes finally came back to check on me. “My we seemed to have warmed up a bit. I can hardly touch your rubber, it is so hot.”
You think that is bad, you should feel the inside.
They ushered me out of the sauna and directly into the waiting rubber hammock. They then proceeded to wrap me in the rubber folds of the hammock then wrap no less the six straps tightly around my hot bulbous rubber layers. “There, that makes eight layers. You should try to top that sometime. Let us know if you need any help.”
“We are tired so we are just going to go for now. We will be back in the morning to help you out.”
“Sleep tight.”
Why does everyone say that after they put me in these horrendous situations then leave me for the night?
‘Tight’ is not the word for it. I can not move a muscle and my rubber layers are still hot from the sauna treatment. Wrapped as I am, the intense heat will no doubt be with me long into the night. I am stewed marinated in my sweat and precum. I try to cum figuring at least I can pleasure myself to pass the time. With my movement hampered it took a long time to orgasm but when I did, I nearly passed out from the intensity. All I can do is bask in the afterglow hoping sleep would eventually come and relieve me of this horrible situation. I finally drift off to sleep, waking up at least three times. each time to pleasure myself and fall back to sleep.
I am woken up by feeling hands all over my body. “Good morning Willy. Sleep well?” Then I felt straps being released one by one. I am forced to stand up and blindly lead to the bed. “We will deflate your suit. From there you should eventually free yourself from your layers. We are taking a copy of the agreement with us and will let you know in a couple of days if we will request any changes. Hopefully you will be out of your rubber layers by then. Bye sweetie. Don’t forget to hydrate.” With that they were gone leaving me to struggle out of seven layers of heavy rubber. It took me an hour to strip down to my hero suits. By this point I was exhausted. I just lay there in bed surrounded by my cast off layers and finally fell back to sleep.
I woke up again. It was late afternoon. I decided to stay in my sweat filled rubber hero suit for the rest of the day. I called the office and fibbed about a relapse of my coughing problem from last week. I then sloshed around the house for the remainder of the day. While lounging around in my rubber I received a call from Bobby from CETEX. He had the effects shop send him files from my head cast. Bobby said “I think you should be delighted with the results. You should receive a package from Fedex this evening. Enjoy.”
I could hardly wait to see what all the mystery was about. around 7:00 PM I received a knock at the door. I answered it without thinking that I was in total rubber. It was FedEx and the driver didn't seem to flinch at the sight of the rubber man. I rushed the box inside.
I was like a kid on Christmas morning. I rip open the package only to be greeted by a pound's worth of packing peanuts. Digging through the pile I finally found the treasure. There before me was what looked like a heavy rubber hood. When I say heavy, it must have been at least a quarter inch (6.0mm) thick. On closed look I recognized the hood was made from my head slightly mute by the thickness of the rubber. Bobby must have used the 3D files to print out the hood in the rubber base material he showed me. I immediately had to try it on.
The first thing I needed to do was make a slit to breathe then make a slit in the back to spread the rubber enough to force my head into the hood. I grabbed a hobby knife and began to operate. The cut was long since the mask also covered my shoulders. I worked on the mask for over an hour periodically trying the mask but each time the slit was too short to spread apart enough to push my head in. After six or seven tries I finally made a large enough slit to wedge my head and shoulders into the mask. Once on the mask swapped shut behind my neck. I could not believe the fit. It was my face in a mask made from my face. It was the perfect rubber mask.
I wore it for about ten minutes then decided to take it off and at least cut eye holes to see out. I reached back to spread the back of the mask. It would not move and with no leverage to help the hood would not open enough to get my head out. I finally gained a little but eventually the hood snapped closed again. Damn! I am stuck doing stupid things again. I am blind wearing a quarter inch rubber hood that will not come off. Great! Now what? I struggled for several more minutes before my arms were worn out. At least I could breathe and might be able to communicate with someone but who and how could I dial the phone blind as I am. Then hit me. The last call I made was to Sandy. If I could find my phone, could I manage to hit the callback, I might be able to get her and Candy to rescue me once again. I groped around the room trying to find my phone. Where did I leave that damn phone? In my office. That is when Bobby called me. I groped and bumped my way to the steps then blindly climbed up to my office on the second floor. I made my way to my desk and thank goodness the phone was there in the middle of the desk. I picked it up and tried to remember the location of the callback button. If I hit the wrong button all hope is lost. It is down to two buttons but which one do I push? I pushed one and I heard the melodious tones of a call going through.
“Hello,” came from the phone.
“Sandy, this is Will. I need you and Candy’s help. Can you please come over?”
“Still stuck in your layers?”
“Well sort of,” I said.
“OK we’ll be right over but only this time.”
It seems like hours before I hear their voices. “Willy, what have we here?”
“I am stuck in the hood. I managed to get in but do not have the strength to get out.”
“So what exactly do you want us to do?” Then I heard giggles.
“Would you please help me out of this thing?”
“I have a better idea. Do you have any rubber glue?” Giggles again.
“Come on, PLEASE.”
“OK OK we’ll see what we can do.” They both grabbed the sides of the hood in the back and tried to spread it open enough for me to pull my head out. At first it did not work. They could not get enough of a grip on the rubber to pull it apart. After several tries they found success. I was able to pull my head out of the hood.
“Well well Willy, you sure love to live on the edge. Your rubber antics are pretty extreme. Will you be OK or do we need to wrap you up in rubber again to keep you out of mischief?” Sandy asked with a grin on her face.
“I think I have had enough extreme rubber for one night. Thank you girls. I have no idea how I would have gotten out of that hood without you.”
“It was our pleasure to serve you. It is what we do, you know.” With that they both kissed me on the cheek and left.
I retired to my playroom. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep on top of my pile of rubber. Morning came and I sluggishly made my way to the shower. I cleaned myself and my rubber hero suit, dried both and readied myself for work. Today would be the “deal” day. We would be signing the papers to buy CETEX. Once signed I would call Bobby with the good news and offer him a new position in the company in charge of “Special Projects”. I returned to my office and sent out an email to my China broker informing him that I would not need a source for dipping molds. After taking care of that, I also called the effects studio in LA to have them send the full body cast to CETEX. Lastly I called the rubber molding factory in Birmingham with the good news that dipping molds should be available sooner than expected.
After I called Bobby with the good news, I asked him to pack up the model of my head and send it to my rubber mold factory in Birmingham, UK. I want them to try using it for a prototype dipping mold to see if the plastic material would hold up. Bobby suggested that he make a couple more models using different materials. He suggested polyurethane as it would give the model a glossy smooth surface on the inside. “Brilliant Idea Bobby.”
Weeks went by slowly, agonizingly slow. I busied myself tidying up the CETEX deal and working on effective ways to integrate their processes into ours. Bobby was busy with the 3D modeling for actual production while also working to perfect molds for our rubber project. Last week he sent a polypropylene dipping mold to England. I I was expecting a sample any day now. Until it arrived all I had to look at was the heavy hood Bobby sent me. I often think about trying to wear it again but I know what happened last time. I was stuck. The idea of being stuck in rubber excites me but reality sets in and I know I will have to wait for the real thing.
The day finally came when I received a package marked “prototype” addressed to my attention. I could hardly wait to get home and open the box. Once again I was a kid at Christmas. When I opened the box, I was immediately hit with the delightful fragrance of new rubber. It was intoxicating. Then I saw the hood. It was beautiful. The outside finish was glossy black. It shined even without polish but it was the inside that excited me even more. I too was smooth and shiny. The polyurethane mold worked as Bobby said, leaving the inside of the hood smooth and glossy as the outside. I had to try it on. This hood, unlike Bobby's earlier one, was only 0.5MM rubber so pulling it over my head was much easier and I was sure I could remove it in time. I was delirious with anticipation. I slowly stretched the hood over my head. My anticipation was not for nought. The fit was perfect, more than perfect, It was flawless. It was exquisite. I was so excited I was actually shaking. It was like my face was coated in rubber. Why not? It was a mirror of my face model in rubber. I did not want to remove it. I can hardly wait for the rubber suit to arrive. If this is any indication of what it will feel like, I will have truly found rubber nirvana. I sat and looked in front of a mirror for an hour looking at my black rubber face. I was mesmerized.
I decided to head to my playroom and dress properly for the occasion. I fetched my neck entry rubber suit and slipped into it over the top of my new rubber hood. Properly dressed I went about my usual duties dressed in total rubber. I planned to stay rubbered up as long as I could knowing that it was Wednesday and I would have to work in the morning. My thoughts went to the weekend where I planned to be totally rubbered including my new hood for the entire weekend. But for now I will enjoy my captivation until morning.
Ten days went by and I was informed that my first prototype rubber suit would arrive today. I was excited beyond belief. If it is anything like the new face hood, I will be in rubber heaven. The first suit was to be delivered without a hood so I can enjoy it in combination with the hood. I told my assistant that I need to leave early as I had an appointment. I will see you there in the morning. I grabbed the package and left work around noon. I almost got a speeding ticket driving home. I immediately stripped out of my work clothes. I fetched my new face hood and slipped it on. It still held the same magic as the first time I wore it. I was standing there naked and trembling as I opened the box. There wrapped in tissue was the new suit. It was as shiny both inside and out just like the hood. I sprayed a little body lube on my legs and began to dress. My body was visibly shaking. I felt an unusual sensation the moment my feet touched the inside of the suit. It was like electricity. I slid into the suit, pulled it up to my waist. The feeling of the glass smooth rubber on my skin was like no other rubber experience I have ever felt. Finally I stretched my arms down the sleeves and my hands popped through the tight wrist cuffs. The sensation was explosive. Just like the hood, the suit fit me like it was part of me, a rubber extension of my body. I reached back and pulled the zipper up, finally sealing my in what I can only describe as a rubber womb. I came instantly even without any stimulation. I was once again in rubber heaven. If these suits give others the same pleasure as I am feeling now, then we will no doubt be a smashing success in the rubber community. I immediately grabbed my camera and set up a timer photo shot of myself in the suit and hood. I then sat down at the computer and sent the photos to all concerned with a one word statement “SUCCESS!”
I decided to keep this suit on as long as possible. All this excitement made me hungry. I went to the kitchen to make something to eat. Much to my dismay I found that the cupboard was bare. I had not shopped lately and I needed to go out for groceries. “But the suit.” I said to myself. there is no way I want to leave it so soon. With two human needs in conflict, I need to find a way to satisfy both. Since the suit did not have an attached glove, I could wear it undetected under street clothes. But what about the mask? It would be hard to hide that… Well maybe not. Maybe two masks are better than one. I went and found my silicone skin mask. I have worn it in public before without a problem. That settles it. I slip the silicon mask over my new hood, dress in street clothes and head to the grocery store.
It is hot today and I am wearing body fitting rubber and two rubber hoods. I figured I best make the trip as quickly as possible. I went to a big box store where they both have groceries and self checkout. I really felt the heat as I walked from the car to the store. I was glad to get into the store and feel some relief from the heat. I busily pushed the cart through the grocery section picking up needed items as I went. The whole store thing was uneventful and I managed to self-checkout without incident. I entered the heat of the parking lot pushing my cart to the car. What I found was something I did not expect nor did I need right now. My rear tire was flat. What does a man standing in the hot sun, wearing a rubber suit complete with two hoods do in a situation like this? First of all, you sweat a lot. Second, you need to change the tire. I pushed the cart aside and proceeded to open the trunk and fetch the spare. Where is the spare? There isn’t any. Then I remember these are run-flat tires and you are supposed to be able to drive them a few miles when they are almost flat. Unfortunately we are beyond that point, This flat is flat. There is no moving this car on this tire. Best I can do is offload the groceries into the trunk and call a mobile service truck. Damn, that will take hours! At least I can sit in the air-conditioned car while I wait. I get in, start the car, and make the call. The soonest a truck can come is an hour to an hour and a half. Great! I am stuck here waiting for a truck to come and pump up my run flat tire to the point I can get out of this parking lot. I am sweating profusely for all the activity so I turn on the AC full blast to try to cool off. That is when I found out the second bad news. I am almost out of gas. There is no way I can run this car for an hour and still make it home. I try my best to cool off knowing that I will eventually have to shut off the motor while I wait. Terrific!
I shut off the motor hoping that if I keep the windows closed I can retain some of the cool air. Wrong. The car heats up immediately so I open the windows hoping for some kind of breeze to help cool me off. Silly me. Even a gale force wind could not penetrate my rubber layer enough to cool me off. Best I could do is sit and suffer…and sweat. I remember that I bought some sports drinks so I opened the trunk and pulled out a couple of bottles. They are already warm but at least they are wet.
True to my luck the service truck took almost two hours to get to me. I didn’t even get out of the car. I was afraid the sweat sloshing in my suit would give me away. It took him two minutes to inflate my tire enough for me to drive home. I paid the bill with my credit card, thanked him and headed off to get gas and then home before the tire went flat again. I just made it home in time. I unloaded the groceries and put them away before undressing from my street clothes. I decided to stay in my rubber suit, sweat and all and I even kept the silicon hood on. I was randy as hell. I was both randy and wet. The sweat against the glass smooth surface of my inner suit was electrifying. This evening should be a celebration of rubber. I headed off to my rubber playroom. I decided that I had enough close calls for a while and I would “play safe” tonight; no heavy breath play, no pig piss inhaling, no helplessly trapping myself in multiple layers of rubber. I thought a bit about what to wear and sided on my heavy blowup suit. It can be extreme when inflated to max but tonight I just wanted to relax and enjoy my rubber dreamland.
I suited up in the heavy inflatable rubber suit.
I pulled the airtight zipper shut, sealing me in. I attached the inflator and pumped up the various parts of the suit. Then I laid down in my heavy rubber hammock and laid down to pleasure myself. I came several times. I was dizzy from all the excitement of the day. I soon drifted off to a blissful rubber coated sleep.
When morning came I struggled to get out of the hammock in this bulbous rubber suit. I deflated it and exited the suit. Since all my accumulated sweat was sealed in my inner suit, the inflatable suit required no followup care. I sloshed my way to the shower and removed my silicone hood followed by my new skin suit. I had some trouble breaking the vacuum of the suit and hood but soon the hoods, suit and I were clean and dry. I went to my home office to see if there were any responses to the photos I sent. The response was high fives all around with a whole host of compliments. We were finally on our way in the rubber suit business.
I called Sandy in Minnesota and asked her if I could fly her and Candy to Fort Lauderdale to be 3D scanned for a female version of the suit. She was excited by the idea and we set up the flight. I called Dick and Dan and explained we needed two more people each male and female to volunteer for scanning to fill out the three levels of the range for sizing. I asked them to be on the lookout. I would promise them their own custom fit suit as well as all their expenses paid. I called England to tell them I would be traveling there next weekend to see the manufacturing process in person. I told them I wanted to see them make another suit for me while I was there, this time with hood and gloves. With that I went off to the office whistling a happy tune for the rapid progress we made on my rubber suit project.
To be continued