Homestyle Part Six
I was still reeling from the success of the past few weeks. The success of creating the first rubber suit off my production team in Birmingham was a genuine highlight. The work ahead was a bit staggering. Weeks ahead would prove challenging as I tried to assemble the resources to meet the needs to come closer to actual production. I also needed to reconnect with Sandy to see how our Minnesota rubber dominatrix studio project was going.
Back at the office I spent most of the day sorting through company business issues. At noon I made a call to Sandy (Baroness Pandora) in Minneapolis to see how things were progressing on her end. She informed me that she has a couple of locations that she thinks could be an ideal for a studio. The plan was to find a location big enough to support two studios, one for her base bondage fetish business and one specifically suited for rubber. We agreed I would travel to Minneapolis this weekend to view the options.
I called Bobby at CETEX for an update. He had been busy. He found two men who would be ideal models for the media and large sized rubber suit molds. He has scheduled them for laser scanning. He also scheduled similar scanning sessions for Sandy,Candy and two other women she selected for larger size models. He also stated he found a source of aluminum molds. The source could cast hollow aluminum casting from our 3D printed models. I told him I would call Birmingham with the news.
Now free of my obligation, at least for the moment, I began reflecting all that had happened in the last few months. The biggest change for me was my “cumin out” from my solo rubber existence, beginning in Paris with the rubber lady of the evening, the gay rubber men, the rubber fest, meeting Tom and his partners from Munich, Natasha, one of my partners in the rubber studio, the rubber doll party, and upon my return to the US, meeting with Dick and Dan and their rubber friends and even the sadistic cranberry farmers. Thinking back I went from solo rubberist to social rubberist in a nanosecond. Admittedly it was a baptism of rubber so to speak.
I finished out the day. I decided to treat myself to a nice dinner before heading home for the evening. I drove into the city and ate at Tre Rita on Wacker Drive. I had their TAGLIATA DI MANZO prime ribeye cap, sea salt, extra virgin olive oil with Brunello Di Montalcino Villa Poggio Salvi, 2018 It was excellent. I was 9ish by the time I arrived home. I knew that I would have to forgo a full evening in rubber so I kept it simple. I pulled out my new favorite suit from the closet. It is a 0.50mm rubber prototype suit from Birmingham. So far I have not modified the suit to include eye openings so once in the suit I am in my own world. I dress in this figure hugging suit and retire to my rubber bed to pleasure myself to sleep.
Morning came and I was awakened by a phone call. There is no way I could answer it sealed in my drone suit so I let it go to voicemail. It was Natasha from Munich. She was traveling to the state and will be in New York towards the end of the week and wanted to know if we could get together for the weekend to discuss business. I struggled out of the suit, reluctant to leave my cocoon and walked to my home office to return the call. “Hello Natasha, Sorry I missed your call earlier. I am glad you called and yes we can meet this weekend. In fact your timing is perfect.” I told her of the progress we were making on all fronts including the Minneapolis studio. “If you would not mind a slight diversion in your travel plans I would like to fly you to meet us in Minneapolis. We can discuss details with the whole group. She agreed and we discussed travel arrangements.
Shed of my delicious rubber suit and cheated out of a morning cum, I headed for the shower, dressed and made my way to the office. On the way I reminded myself that I had a side project going on in my own prototype lab. I was modifying my vapor breathing system adding some automation as well as a whole host of breathing rebreathing options. I could hardly wait to see the progress. I checked into my office. Seems my calendar was empty for the morning so I strutted down the prototype shop to check out the progress. Seems they just completed the project and were setting things up for my inspection. Of course they did not know the real end use for their work. They thought it was something for the production line at CETEX.
They had it set up when I arrived. It was truly an impressive sight. All the tubes and valves were polished with a 40mm NBC-77 SOF screw connector on the end. They wrote a program for a computer which could activate any of the valves individually or all of them randomly. On a table were some accessories including a network of small rubber tubing which connected to a matching 40mm NBC-77 SOF fitting. They demonstrated the unit hooking up the various tubes to containers filled with different colored smoke. They ran it through its paces showing me how each tube could either work independently or collectively when controlled by the computer. I couldn’t wait to use this device on myself. I was wet with anticipation. I asked them how soon it could be packed up and shipped. They said it was the day of the day. I said “Splendid. Please send it to my office. I wish to add a note before it is shipped.” Obviously there was no note and no shipping. It would be in the trunk of my car by the end.
My appetite for rubber play is increasing as I explore more and more ways to defile myself. This latest project I am calling “Anoxia Hypoxia” of AH for short will take my breath play to a new height. Breath play and rubber bondage are a rubberists soulmate. Tonight? I will install my new toy and Lord willing to try it out.
I arrive home and wrestle the box containing my AH out of the car and directly into the playroom. As I begin unpacking it I realize I am naked of any rubber. I need to begin to dress for the occasion. Seems I now have four prototype suits from my rubber partner in Birmingham including the regent suit I was stuck in during my trip back to England. I modified it so I could still wear it. I started with that suit. I slipped it on, relishing the feeling of a suit that is made from a mold of my body.
Properly suited I began the installation. The AH was designed to work with my vaporizer breathing system. The installation was simple. I attached it to the wall right above the vaporizer. After that all I needed to do was hook up the tubes provided and the two were connected. Next came the fun. The AH is equipped with six tubes each of which could be connected to various vials of “fragrance”. I attached three vials for this evening's fun. One contained a week old piss. One contained a month old cum, and one contained brand new rubber balloons. I was now wet with anticipation. I hooked up everything except the gas mask fitting at the end. I then programmed the computer for random operation that should continue until morning. All I needed to do was manage to push a button and everything would start. Once started everything else would be out of my control.
Now I need to continue dressing. It had been some time since I seriously layered up in my rubber. In celebration of my new toy I thought it fitting to go all the way, casting caution to the wind and dive deeply into my rubber obsession habit hole. I chose my first prototype suit which has no hood or gloves. I have to lure the suit so it will slide over my first suit. I hope the lube works this time when I need to take everything off. Once in the two suits, I have decisions to make. How many layers to go for next. I chose my evolution suit with an attached hood, glove and feet. I lube this suit also. Just before I flip up the hood, I insert a huge broth through my mouth and tongue gag. I need to wake the neighbors. Once zipped in, I add my heavy rubber gas mask hood, Next I add my neck rebreather bag. I am enjoying the three rubber layers and their combined restriction. Perhaps just two more layers might be sufficient for tonight. I then drag out my heavy Studogum suit followed by my ultra heavy Knights 3.0mm hazmat suit. I struggle into both layers then proceed to shuffle my way to the bed but not before I added zip ties to the wrists and ankles of the Knights suit. There was nothing in this room that I could use to cut the ties. I would have to go to the garage to cut them. I was stuck until morning.
I literally fell onto the bed. I laid back and proceeded to attach my gas mask tube to the end for the AH rack. I strung a time lock along the tube set for morning. I reached over and pushed the start button setting the AH in motion. Then I closed the laptop realizing I could no longer open it with all these heavy rubber glove layers. I then settled back and waited for the AH to do its work. It took forever to start. At first I worried that it was not going to work. Then it hit me. It was subtle at first. It was the sweet smell of fresh rubber. The vial containing the balloons was first. The fragrance continued to grow in intensity when suddenly the air flow was becoming more and more restrictive. I struggled to breathe finally gasping for air, air which by now was saturated with the intense smell of rubber. Slowly my air was being reduced more and more until suddenly I could breathe again. I struggled for air when suddenly my nose and lungs were treated to the ghastly disgusting smell of stale piss. The AF program waited until I was almost completely out of breath before opening the valves knowing that I would gulp a huge first breath of air just as the stale piss vial valve opened up leaving me to inhale a huge amount of smell riddled air. The valve must have been fully open as I nearly gagged as I was struck with a full dose of retched ammonia riddled stale piss.
This went on for several minutes before the air was totally blocked off. I was not expecting that. I screamed but it seemed to be no help. I began to flop around like I was trying in vain to jerk the hose off my gas mask. Just when I was about to pass out, the air valve opened and once again I was hit with a blast of gut-churning smell. This time it was the aged cum and I had no choice but to gulp the disgusting air as quickly and greedily as my air starved body could. The shock was excruciating. It was a complete assault on my body. I lay there gasping for what seemed like forever sucking in the vile odor.
The program continued in the same agonizing manner alternating between odors without breathing air. I lost all sense of time. I knew I could not bear continuing this cycle all night. My body could not take the repeated abuse. I tried to reach the computer but my layered hands were of no use opening the lid. I attempted to remove the breathing hoses but they would not budge. I was trapped at the mercy of the diabolical machine, a machine of my own making. I lost count of the number of cycles AH put me through when all of a sudden it seemed to pause. When it paused it stopped on the new rubber smell which is, no doubt, the more pleasant of the three. The breathing air valve was fully open and stayed that way for most of the night. Exhausted, I quickly fell asleep easily, breathing the fresh scent of rubber.
It was morning when I woke up still in my sweaty rubber layers mentally breathing the scent of rubber. I had survived one of the most distressing nights of my life. I nearly had to wait for the time lock on my breathing hose to open and I could shed myself of this nightmare. Something changed. My breathing was becoming more restricted. Finally it was shut off entirely. Oh God no! Not again! This time the air was shut off for nearly two minutes and when it finally returned I was maliciously assaulted by all three odors at once. The sudden blast made me want to throw up but gagged as I was, that would be my end.
All I could do was ride the assault hoping it would end soon, but it did not end. It continued and relentlessly went on and on. I had no idea when and if it would ever stop. I once again reached up to hopelessly try to free my breathing hose and thankfully found that the time lock was released. I quickly unscrewed the hose and was instantly treated to clean, beautiful, wonderful fresh air. I just laid there recovering from my anguish. My recovery was short lived as I realized that my time lock was also my wakeup alarm. I set it so I would have time to strip out of my sweaty layers and clean up for work. Had I known how harrowing this experience would be, I would have done it on the weekend so I would have more time to recover.
I managed to find the strength to force myself to get up and struggled to walk with my heavy layers of rubber. It took me much longer and much more energy to make my way to the garage to cut the zip ties. Once free of them, I head for the shower. Dressed as I was, I only needed to clean my inner two suits. They managed to contain all the heavy sweat from the ordeal. I spent a long time in the shower recovering. I washed and dried my suits and left them in the shower room. I did not have the energy to haul them back to my playroom. I dressed for work and returned to the playroom to make sure everything was OK. I opened the computer to shut off the program and was shocked to see it was still running the last sequence. This means that if time lock had not freed me, the last breathing cycle would have carried on indefinitely. I pledged that before I use AH again I will reprogram it so as not to keep me in agony forever.
Back at the office and back to work. The merger with CETEX was completed and all of the logistics worked out. We were back in full swing with both companies. I was looking forward to my trip to Minneapolis this weekend. I was especially looking forward to reconnecting with both Sandy and Natasha again. I need to remind myself to arrange for Natasha to be scanned for one of our new custom suits. She should look divine in a custom molded suit.
Friday finally came. I left my office at noon and I headed directly to O'Hare to catch my flight to Minneapolis. I usually wear rubber when I travel but since I came directly from work I did manage to pack some carefully chosen bits including my new prototype suits and hood. The flight was uneventful, especially without my rubber. The flight took about an hour and a half. Once off the plane I headed for the car rental. I planned to rent an SUV at the Minneapolis–Saint Paul Airport to drive the group to the various potential properties.
I went directly to Sandy’s studio to meet the group. I know Natasha had flown in last evening so the girls had a head start on discussions. All three girls seemed happy to see me. Judging from their demeanor, not only did they have a head start on discussions, they also had a head start on a few glasses of wine. They filled me in on what they discussed. Between laughter a few sidetracks they told me about their discussions on various topics like the differences on client fetish desires between the US and Germany as well as what each country will allow legally.
Sandy mentioned ABDL (Adult Baby Diaper Lovers) as an example. Natasha said she was aware of the fetish but has found little interest from her clients. Sandy went into detail about the groundswell of clients wishing to have a “Mommy” diaper them and dress them in baby clothes and involve them in age play. “Here. I’ll show you my latest.”
With that Sandy got up and retrieved a box of items she apparently just received. She opens the box and pulls out various rubber items all resembling baby clothing only all in adult sizes. “I have been doin age play for some time but not in rubber. I decided to up the game and bought all of these items anticipating using them in the new studio. All the girls burst with excitement and began gleefully pulling out the various items inspecting them with all the enthusiasm of an expectant mother.
After a bit all three girls suddenly looked at me. “Will, would you be willing to do me a big favor?” I don’t like the sound of this. “I would like to show Natasha what age play is all about. Would you be willing to model my new items?” With that the room burst with excitement and pleading for all the girls. “Come on, Will. Be a sport.” This is probably the first time I ever wanted to turn down wearing rubber but I acquiesced and reluctantly decided to agree to model her new rubber baby costume.
The three girls enthusiastically jumped into action. Sandy and Candy knew the routine all too well. They fetched a pile of heavy adult sized diapers. I was “ordered” to strip.
“Here? Now? In front of all of you? This is a bit humiliating don’t you think?”
“Yes dear. It is supposed to be.”
With that all three girls energetically began stripping me out of my clothes after which they unceremoniously began to swaddle me in layer after layer of thick cloth diapers. Sandy produced a pair of oversized diaper pins and eagerly pinned the heavy diapers. All three girls cheered. Then Sandy declared,“Well Baby Willy we have you where we want you now.” I did not like the sound of that.
Ignoring my reluctance, Sandy began to assemble the rest of the baby wear beginning with a huge pair of frilly rubber panties. He had me step into them and slid them up my legs and stretched them over my bulbous diapers. Following this was a white rubber hood with eye, nos, and mouth openings. Then came the main item, the full rubber baby bodysuit. This was a piece of art. It was basically white with brightly colored rubber appliqués resembling hearts and rubber duckies and flowers. It would be truly humiliating if anyone was forced to wear this in public. It took all three girls to get me into the suit. I knew this was not going to be the usual rubber ride when my hands reached the end of the sleeve to find thumbless mittens.
Once totally in the suit Sandy zipped up the back and locked the zipper tab. “Is that really necessary?” I said.
Sandy did not answer, instead she reached for a huge rubber pacifier (dummy) and stuffed it in my mouth and snapped the retaining strap behind my hood. “Babies do not ask questions.” All the girls laughed…
Next came a frilly rubber bonnet. With that all three girls began to cheer. “Baby Willy, you are absolutely adorable.” Sandy ushered me to a full length mirror to allow me to gaze at their efforts. It was truly humiliating to see what I had become at the hands of these three dominatrix. I am not sure if it was the wine or not but they seemed to be celebrating my embarrassment a little too much for comfort. “Let’s have Baby Willy have a look at his new bed.”
“What?” I mumbled as best I could with this massive pacifier in my mouth.
“Now now Baby Willy. We must not misbehave. Mommy will be cross.” Sandy took me into another room decorated like a typical baby’s room with a small bed in the middle. I immediately recognized that the bed had a complete Segufix human restraint system. These Segufix systems have many component parts, each of them allowing for varying degrees of restraint. If you are strapped to a bed using a full set of Segufix restraints, and all the restraints are correctly fastened. It is actually impossible to escape.
It was then that I realized things were turning from fun and fantasy to serious subjection. A rubber blindfold was produced and I was suddenly blinded. I then found myself being wrestled to the bed. Once in position all of the Segufix straps were quickly tightened including the hand, shoulder, thighs, crotch, waist, legs, head, and feet straps. All this was tightly strapped to the bed. I was a total captive in diapers, gagged, blind and wearing total rubber.
“Well Baby Willy, how do you feel?” asked Sandy.
All I could do was mumble, “OK, OK you have me now let me out,” in gag speak. My pleas were ignored.
Natasha commented how effective this whole process was. “Do men really want this?”
“Absolutely” was Sandy’s answer. “In fact some want even more.”
“Really, like what?” The conversation was now reduced to a murmur followed by laughter and then silence.
It was several minutes when voices and laughter returned. “We have a special treat for you Baby Willy. We all got together to give you something to remember all of us by. Although you cannot see it, we have a large disposable diaper. We each pissed in it and now we are going to seal your head in this wet diaper.” With that someone wrapped my head in the piss filled diaper. The piss began to fill my nose and I chokes on it. Fortunately it was loose enough when they finally taped in on my head for me to breathe.
“There you have it, Natasha. An typical ABDL client filling his wildest dreams, right Baby Willy?” All I could do was to scream in my gagged rubber hood. “See, he loves it.” Then Sandy dropped the other shoe. “We have your car keys and we are going out for dinner. After that we will be showing Natasha what Minneapolis has to offer. We will see you in the morning. We have some properties for you to see so you will need your sleep.”
I began to thrash and scream wildly at the news that I would once again be left helplessly bound up in rubber for an entire night. The only response I received was a hand pressing down on the wet diaper completely cutting off my air. “Sleep tight Baby Willy.” The diaper was then released and all I heard after that was laughter and a door slam.
I suffered throughout the night struggling with the ability to breathe through this piss soaked diaper plus the inability to move so much as a single muscle. As usual I was sweating profusely in this rubber suit. The huge pacifier was beginning to make my jaws ache. I eventually fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion. When morning finally came. I heard voices and laughter outside my door.
Finally the door opened and I heard Sandy say “Why Baby Willy. seems you have been a good boy. You did not get out of bed once during the night.” This was followed by a chorus of laughter. “Let’s get you up and ready for the day.” She sounded a bit more ominous. I had hoped she would say “Let's get you cleaned up and dressed.”
They walked me back in the studio and removed the pacifier. “How did you sleep Baby Willy?”
“Like hell. How about getting me cleaned up and dressed?”
“First comes first. You must be hungry and thirsty after your night in sweaty rubber. Here’s some water to rehydrate you for the day.”
Before I could respond a large rubber nipple was shoved in my mouth. Then my mittened hands were cuffed behind my back. Obviously this baby charade was far from over. I had no choice but to suck on the nipple. I was indeed starving for water.
“Good little Willy.” Now let’s feed you.” The water was removed and quickly replaced by another bottle filled with what could have only been some kind of baby formula. My head was tipped back and apparently someone was squeezing the bottle forcing this pablum into my mouth. I almost choked as it came so fast. “There, that’s better. Now for something to wash that down.” Another bottle was produced but instead of water it was full of piss. I nearly choked on the vial taste but again the bottle was squeezed forcing the piss into my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow. “Good boy. Now let's get you ready for our property tour.”
“What? Hey let me out of…” Before I could protest any more the pacifier was forced back into my mouth and my screams were reduced to a mew.
Getting me ready simply consisted of locking me in ankle cuffs, which were connected to each other by a short chain. My cuffs were removed but I quickly found myself cuffed to a waist restraint similar to what prisoners wear. After that I was blindly usher out of the room and finally out of the building and into the rental car. I remember my earlier thoughts about how humiliating it would be to be seen in public wearing this baby suit. I was right. It was humiliating.
The car stopped and we all got out. My blindfold was removed for the first time since last evening. the light was blinding. It took me several minutes to adjust. I found myself standing in front of what looked like an old empty retail building with a “For Lease” sign in front. We walked into the building with me doing my best to keep up with my leg chains. We took an elevator to the second floor. When the door opened I found myself looking at a large open area spanning the entire inside of the building. I heard a voice say “Hi Sandy and Candy. This must be Natasha and I am afraid I do not know you would bring your toddler along.”
“This is Baby Willy. We are mothering him for the day.”
“..and the night,” Candy added. “He was so willing and insisted on volunteering that we could hardly say no.”
Sherry then hugged me and grabbed a handful of my heavy padded butt. “My, but you have a full padding back here. I hope Baby Willy did not doodle in his diapers.” All I could do was grunt.
Sandy went on to introduce Sherry who worked as a hostess for her studio and moonlighted in real-estate. “Sherry has been a godsend as she knows what we need.” Sherry went on to explain that the open area can be subdivided and customized to suit our needs. The landlord is even willing to offset half of the costs.
My mind then went into business mode despite being sealed in a rubber baby suit. Sandy removed my pacifier so I could ask questions. “What are the lease terms?” Sherry began to reveal the details of the lease. We spent about an hour. We finished our discussion and before I could react the blindfold and pacifier were put on.
“There, there, that’s enough adult talk for Baby Willy today.” With that I was blindly led out to the building and back to the street. I was not looking forward to more public humiliation as well as the fact it was hot outside. The sun on my rubber baby suit was causing me to roast. However we did not go directly to the car. The girls had another idea. They would parade me around the area in full sunlight showing off their adult baby or the entire Minneapolis population. After about a half hour we went to the car and on to the last property. The second property was smaller. The routine was similar but obviously this property was not as attractive as the last so we made short work of the visit and headed back to the studio.
Once back inside Sandy removed my blindfold. I could finally see my restraints. I was right. These were similar to prisoner restraints except the leather was pink. I was impressed with the detail. Finally Sandy said the words I have been waiting for..”Let’s get you changed and cleaned up.” With that she removed the restraints and cuffs and unlocked the suit. You can go into the dressing room to remove the rest. There is a shower there and your clothes are hanging in the locker. Candy and I will tend to the rubber later.” With that I dove into the dressing room and struggled out of my baby suit, hood panties, and diaper.. The shower was a welcome relief. Once I cleaned up and showered I returned to my street clothes once again without any rubber.
I returned to the group and was greeted by hugs and kisses from each of them. Sandy said “I can't tell you how much help you have been. In addition to entertaining Natasha with the ins and outs of ABDL, you were also a model for a new brochure we are assembling for potential clients. You see Candy here was photo recording every part of the experience. I have seen the early photos. The look on your face with genuine fear in your eyes was priceless. Rubber ABDL will no doubt be one of the hallmarks of our new rubber studio.” Admittedly I was pissed but the group managed to cuddle me into accepting my “baby time” with grace. We all caught and agreed to forget business for the moment and go out and have a few drinks and a nice meal.
We still had a few details to work out so we returned to the studio. We all agreed that the first property was the best choice. The location was ideal and the owner’s offer to subsidize the renovations was hard to pass up. The goal was to combine Sandy's current studio with the new rubber one thus offering both services in one location. All that remained was for me to show everyone the results of our new molded rubber suits.
Sandy said, “That reminds me. I received a package from overseas today. Let me get it.” While she was off I pulled the three suits and the mask from my suitcase. Candy and Natasha were impressed at the quality of the suits.
Natasha stated, “I was always wary of molded suits and considered them as cheap substitutes for the real thing. These prove I was wrong. These are some of the best suits I have seen, bar none.”
Sandy returned with the package. It was indeed from Birmingham. She opened the box to find three suits, one labeled Sandy and one labeled Candy and one Will. Apparently Bobby was able to produce the 3D forms and get them molded in time for this meeting. All three girls were ecstatic. “You girls simply must try on those suits,” Natasha insisted.
Candy and Sandy went off to try on their new suits. “How about you?” asked Natasha, “It seems there are three suits in the box. Love to see what one looks like filled with a real person,” she purred. As such I had little choice but to pull the suit out of the box and head off to try it on.
It was a heavy suit. I guess it was close to 1.0mm. Once in the dressing room I noticed it had a rear zip from the top of the hood to lower back. “I might need some help with that,“ I said to myself. I stripped down and slid into the suit. I will never get over the thrill I get sliding into the super shiny inner surface of these suits. Once in I slide my arms down the sleeve only to find that the attached gloves were just thumbless mittens. This definitely will require help for me to don the hood and zip the suit.
With that I returned to the group only to find them ecstatic about their new suits. “I have never felt a rubber suit like this. The inside is slippery and smooth and the fit is like nothing I have ever worn. I think we have a hit here.” They all agreed, then I entered the room. They all cheered and clapped. “But Will, you are not fully in your suit.” I showed them the thumbless mittens and they immediately understood. “We’ll get you fixed up right away.”
Candy pulled the hood up over my head and Sandy zipped the suit. To my surprise the hood had no opening for eyes and mouth. Like my other suit there were only nose tubes to breathe through.
Sandy finished zipping me in and noticed that the zip had a zipper lock with a key inserted. “Let’s see what this does.” she said and locked the zipper. “Candy, get your camera out. We need to get some product shots. This is too good to pass up.”
Apparently Candy left us and returned with her camera and some polish to touch up our suits. She wiped us down and began to photograph Sandy and I hugging each other.
Natasha chimed in and said ”If you guys really want to sell it, you guys need photographs of some mock bondage.”
“Come on Will. Let’s get you modeling again.” With that they strapped me up in all sorts of bondage scenarios. The last one had me back on the bed in the Segufix restraints.
I had to ask, “Now you guys don’t plan to leave me here until morning again?”
“Of course not. Who do you think we are? We are dominatrixes, not mean little bitches. We will let you out around noon tomorrow. Meanwhile we are going out to show off our new rubber suits. Sleep tight.”
With that they once again left me helplessly strapped in heavy rubber unable to move a muscle. “Noon tomorrow? Come on, that's pure cruelty. “You are bitches!” I screamed to an empty room.
Fortunately I slept better in this suit than the baby suit especially without the piss hood. My guess is I slept through the night and it was morning but I still have to wait until my release. Why is it that I am supposed to be the boss of this group yet I am the one strapped to a bed in a heavy rubber suit?
Eventually I begin to hear distant voices. The girls are back. Time for me to finally get out of this suit and back to the real world. I hear the door open. “Look what we have here. It’s Willy and he has a new suit.” The voice is familiar. It sounds like Sherry.
“Sherry, is that you? Please, please can you get me out of all this?”
“Hmm, you are in quite a situation. Let’s see what I can do for you.” Sherry releases me from the bed. I am finally free to move my aching muscles.
“The suit, can you get me out of this suit? I have been in it since yesterday.”
Sherry grabs me and spins me around. “I see the zipper but it has a lock on it. Do you know where the key is?”
I am shocked with the realization that despite Sherry saving me from the bed, I may still be stuck in the suit. “Check the studio. Sandy had the key in there.”
“Sorry Willy but the girls have clients today in the main studio so we can not get into the studio until they are finished. You can wait for me in the little studio if you want.” I had no choice but to follow Sherry to the little studio and wait.
Once in there, all I could do was grope my way to something to sit on until someone decided to unlock my suit. Then Sherry spoke “Oh here is a note Sandy left for me.” She quoted the note. “Sherry, Please help Will out of the Segufix. I will leave the key to his suit in the big studio. Hopefully you will be able to get it out before our clients come in. After he is out of the suit make sure you find a way to ‘entertain’ him while we are with the clients.”
Then Sherry came over to me and said “I am sorry Willy but we didn’t get into the big studio in time. Come with me and I will make you more comfortable.” She helped me up and blindly led me across the room. Before I could react she attached cuffs to my wrists. Then I heard a winch motor winding my arms up over my head. “Sandy said entertain you so I’ll do my best. Let’s start with a gas mask and some breath play. Sandy says you like that sort of thing. Sherry dutifully strapped a gas mask over my hooded head then added a 5 liter rubber rebreather bag to the mask hose. “We’ll start with 5L then work our way down, then we will go to a smell bag and see how you do.”
I quickly ran out of air in the 5L bag then Sherry switched it into a 4L and the air lasted half as long. We were at a 3L bag when Sherry added a vibrator to my groin. “This will speed up your breathing.” I quickly ran out of air and was scrambling to breathe. Sherry kept the vibrator going until I came. I thrashed and flailed around like a fish out of water.
Finally Sherry removed the bag. She was just about ready to give me a smell treatment when Sandy and Candy came into the room. “Well what have we here, another happy customer?” All I could do was grunt. They finally let me down and unhooked the cuffs. I literally collapsed in their arms. “Let’s get him to the big studio. I think he has had his fill of rubber play for one day.”
They moved me into the big studio and began to unzip me from my heavy rubber suit. I was a sodden mess but managed to tread my way into the dressing room and shed my heavy suit then into the shower. I stayed in the hot shower for at least twenty minutes before exiting. As I returned to the dressing room, I saw that someone had taken the forbidding suit to care for it.
I dressed in my street clothes and returned to meet my captors. “Hi Will. My, you look no worse for the wear. How was your evening?” All I could do was look down and shake my head. “Believe it or not you are a porn star.”
“What?”
“Yes unknown to you we both photographed and videotaped the last two days with you in rubber including Sherry’s little coup de grâce. Even your nights in the Segufix were a hit. We uploaded the video to our paysite and we got 1000 hits in the first half hour. The hits soared up from there. You broke a record and it is only the first day. You are a rubber king Willy!”
Everyone cheered and clapped. Sandy went on. “I do have to apologize for putting you through all this but on the other hand I would bet money that you will look back on this with fond memories. I would also bet you are hungry. How about we take you out for something to eat. A good looking guy with three rubber dressed hotties like us should be a handsome sight in midday Minneapolis.“
My response? “Let’s eat.”
To Be Continued