Love of Life Part 1
Once back at the hotel I was wheeled to my room. I am not, as they say, out of the woods yet. I am still gagged and sealed in two heavy rubber suits filled with a vile concoction of sweat, piss and cum. I want out of all this rubber. I want to clean up. I want to breathe fresh air and not through rubber tubes and finally I want to eat real food and drink something besides piss. Despite what I want I am still at the mercy of someone else and that someone is Sandy or Natasha. No doubt it will have something to do with Poor Willy. This alternate incarnation has suddenly become my adversary forcing me into situations beyond my control. The Poor Willy persona rules my life. I am a slave to what was created in my name. I have suffered immensely so that others can enjoy the unprecedentedly brutal treatment of Poor Willy. Buried beneath all this rubber is a man named Will but at this moment all the world see’s is a hopelessly subjugated rubber object who is subjected to unheard of rubber fantasies for the purpose of entertaining the weirdest in the world of rubberists.
Shortly after I was left alone, I began to hear noises in the room. Just noise and no voices. This was unusual as normally there would be a noisy entourage. I was silently helped out of bed and on my feet. I was guided out the door and down a hall to an elevator. We walked a distance before I felt cool air on the sodden rubber suits. Next my silent partner placed me in a car seat and I was driven off into the night. I tried to communicate but my gag speak was unanswered. We drove for what seemed like an hour before the car stopped. I heard the mechanical sound of what seemed like an automatic garage door. Judging from the echoing sounds, it appears we are in a large open area in a building.
Next I was helped out of the car and guided to a staircase where I blindly struggled to climb stairs. We walked into a room and I was given a stool to sit on. I felt someone working on the zipper then heard the zipper open. Finally I am going to be freed from this horrible suit. But who is my rescuer? Why the silence. If this were a Poor Willy stunt, there would be a group of people, Sandy, Candy, Sherry, perhaps even Natasha and Bobby as well as a host of cameras. But there was nothing but silence as a pair of helping hands wrestled me out of the heavy suit. Next came the inner face entry suit. This was a real struggle to remove. Thankfully I had help. The suit was stretched down to my waist and I was then led to another room where I heard water running. I was guided into a shower of warm water. I was still wearing the blind rubber hood and gag. I removed both turning around to see who my savior was but the room was empty. I was shocked to find out that I was actually in my own bathroom at home. Someone brought me here. I wanted to find out who but first I desperately needed a shower. I stripped the rest of the way out of my rubber suit and draped it over a chair while I returned to the shower for a much needed cleansing.
I was in the shower for at least a half hour. When I exited I found a stack of towels and a cotton robe waiting for me. I dried off and immediately started to search the house for any sign of my liberator. I heard noises in my laundry room. I stood in the doorway and was shocked to find that my deliverer was actually Sherry, the youngest of the three girl dominatrix team at Sandy’s studio. I watched at a distance, not letting my presence known. Sherry was busy cleaning my rubber. She too was in rubber, dressed in a skin tight shiny black rubber catsuit. She was elbow deep in soapy water. This whole thing took on an erotic look as the white bubbles from the foam began to cover the front of her shiny rubber suit. She turned and noticed me standing there. I started to say something but she covered her mouth with her finger as if to shush me. She walked over to me and sat me on a short stool. She straddled me and sat on my lap. She placed her rubber and foam covered hand behind my head and pulled me toward her and kissed me hard on the lips. I was shocked both by the suddenness of her moves and how the sweet taste of her mouth stirred age old memories of the pleasure of bygone days. With that she got up and began to walk out of the room. She paused at the door and as she stood there striking a fetching pose, she blew me a kiss. I was speechless and totally stunned by what just happened. I sat there for several minutes before I regained my wits.
I tried to follow Sherry but she was gone. I was confused. I aimlessly staggered around the house for a bit. As I regained my senses I started to feel the effects of my recent captivity. I was tired and soar and beastly hungry. I needed to eat. I walked in the kitchen to fix something when I was greeted by yet another surprise. There before me was a fully prepared meal set with an exquisite table setting complete with wine, flowers, and even a single lit candle. I could only describe this as victual seduction. I sat down at the table, my head spinning with all that I had just witnessed unable to grasp the significance of the whole experience.
I was simply amazed by what I saw before me. It must have taken hours of planning for this meal and it was delicious. I could not help thinking of the last time I had a partner who cared for me. Her name was Jenny. We met in my third year of college at Northwestern. I was somewhat naïve when it came to women. Jenny more than made up for it. She was very outgoing. I was lucky to meet her when I did. We dated during the first semester then became intimate around Christmas time. Jenny was always adventurous during love making. She constantly found ways to spice things up.
Eventually Jenny and I moved in together some time in early February. Our relationship was growing more serious as time went on. One evening I returned from a late class to find Jenny sitting there in an extremely tight black rubber smooth skin wetsuit. As I walked in she purred,”Hello big boy. I have something fun for you.” With that she produced a shiny black rubber suit. As it turned out it was a Hydroglove two piece rubber drysuit. I still have it today. “Did you know there is a scuba diver’s store near campus? They have some really kinky things there. I found these lovely suits for us to wear this evening. Let’s get you into this.”
She almost ripped off my clothes and began to stretch the drysuit up over my naked body, nearly ripping off all my body hair in the process. She even knew how to seal the two parts together to make the suit airtight. She then threw me on the bed and jumped on top of me. She crushed our groins together so hard I thought I was going to break through my suit. There we were grinding rubber on rubber until we were wet inside our suits. She pushed so hard that the rubber in our crotches began to heat up. All of a sudden we both came at the same time. It was the first time I came in rubber. This is where it all began.
Jenny collapsed on me.. We were both spent. I remember I was sweating profusely in my suit. We just laid there trying to recover. Finally Jenny sat up still on top of me. I said “This suit is hot as hell. I am boiling in here. I need to get out and clean up.”
“No you don’t mister. We are not done yet. Not by a long shot.” The whole time she said that I could see the sweat running down her face. To say she was hot would be an understatement. She must have been roasting in that suit but even so she did not open the zipper even an inch to cool off. She was enjoying it. “This is going to be a long night. I expect to cum at least three more times tonight. Ready stud?” With that she shifted her position so my arms were stuck under her legs. I could not move them.
She then reached under the pillow and pulled out a large clear plastic bag. This bag was almost as big as a pillow case. She pulled the bag over my head and bunched it together under my chin. Next she reached for some black electrical tape and taped the bottom of the bag. She must have wound the tape around my neck at least fifteen times, enjoying every minute as she watched with a surprised look on my face. “OK stud. Ready to go again?”
“No, wait. It is too soon!”
“Don’t worry. I am in no hurry. We have plenty of time or at least I do. Things might get a bit steamy for you before we are through.?” She then began to slowly gyrate her pelvis. By now my crotch was full of sweat, precum, and cum. I was well lubed. She knew how randy I could get but even so it would take some time for me to come again.
She continued to tease me by slowly rubbing against me. At first I could breathe OK but as time went on the air in my plastic bag became stale. The bag began to steam up. “That’s a look boy. I want you all hot and steamy.” All the time she had an evil grin on her face. Eventually the bag steamed up to the point that all I could see was a faint shadow of her face. It was then that I began to see black spots before my eyes. I was running out of oxygen. She knew it and began to move faster and press harder. I began to complain about the lack of air. “Hang in there. It will be over soon.”
I began to panic. These words have a sense of finality to them. I was becoming more and more desperate to breathe. She too was starting to breathe heavily as she ground harder and harder against my groin. I could not help but become aroused. She knew it. “There you go. I can feel Little Willy come to life. Hang on baby. This will be a wild ride.” With that she took both of her hands and pressed down on the front of the plastic bag stretching it tight across my face. I could not breathe. I struggled to get loose but my hands were jammed under her thighs and I was unable to free myself. I began to see stars. The plastic bag was sucked into my mouth. There was no air. I was bucking, tossing and jerking my body trying to work free, Jenny was loving it. Finally in a frantic haze, we both came. The orgasm was pure rapture. I climaxed as I have never done before. I flooded my suit with cum. My body stiffened as if I was shot with electricity. It was so intense that I passed out.
I remember hearing her voice as if from a distance. “Wake up big boy.” I finally came to and all I could see was the face of dear Jenny with a sweet smile on her face. She was still on top of me. The bag was gone and I was able to breathe again. My head was spinning from the ordeal. Jenny then rolled off and snuggled alongside me. “Was it good for you?” I couldn’t speak. “Maybe next time we will try a smaller bag.” With that she turned out the light and gently placed her hand on my crotch and went to sleep.
That was my first rubber sex experience but far from my last. Jenny and I played in our rubber every chance we could. It was the second semester and we both had evening classes which interfered with any sex during the week. We made up for it on the weekends spending almost the entire time in rubber. In fact Jenny and I never had normal sex together after that.
As time went on our “rubber love” grew just as our rubber collection grew. Jenny found a source for rubber items and made them a part of our love making. She bought a pair of rubber leggings with pussy and anal sheaths. She bought me a rubber condom hood. along with that she bought a dildo gag. Routinely she would dress me in my drysuit and stretch the hood over my head and strap on the gag with the long end sticking out ready for action. She rode the dildo gag like a bronco rider. At times I thought she would almost crush my head during her wild ride.
She made sure I was taken care of. Her favorite kink was to sit me in a chair and have me make a fist with my hands. She would tape ziplock plastic sandwich bags over my hands so they would become useless. Then she would put a plastic bag on my head and seal it with a rubber band. She would then sit back and watch me struggle. She loved to watch me panic and paw at the bag with my useless hands. She would time it so that as I was beginning to fade, she would stroke my cock and make me cum ripping the bag off at the last second before I passed out. As time went on the bags became smaller and smaller until I began to repeatedly pass out. I did not know why I enjoyed such torcher except to say I was hooked.
Spring finally came and we discussed our summer plans. I had a summer job in Chicago and Jenny was going home to California. We talked about my flying out to the coast sometime in July to be with her but for now we just continued our weekend pleasures. The weather warmed up to the point we would venture out in our rubber. We would go to Humboldt Beach which was in Humboldt Park. This beach was one of the more quiet beaches. We would enjoy a peaceful walk along the sandy shoreline hand and hand, rubber and rubber.
It was May and classes had ended. It was our last night together before she flew off to California. She said she had a special treat for me to remember her by. She dressed me as usual in my rubber suit and once again placed bags on my hands to make them useless although this time she wrapped electrical tape over the bags. She walked into the bathroom “I need to get ready.” This was strange since she was never bashful about dressing in front of me before.
She came out with a rubber halter top which I had never seen before. She wore a new pair of long leg rubber shorts which were also new to me. The shorts seemed to be made of a heavier rubber, almost girdle like. They actually looked like they were a double layer. The top had a belt attached which was strapped tight to her waist. Finally, she spoke. “Well Will. Do you like my new outfit”?” I said I loved the new look. “You will enjoy it more when you see how it is designed.”
She had me lay down on the bed face down. She stood next to the bed and began to unbuckle the waist belt. I thought she was taking off her shorts. To my surprise the entire front of the shorts fell forward to reveal a hood. ”Do you know what this is? It is called a service hood. Shortly you will find out exactly how it works."
By then I was a little nervous. That devilish grin appeared again. Next she walked closed to the bed and held the open end of the hood attached to the heavy rubber shorts. I was beginning to understand what was about to happen. The hood was meant for me and the straps at the bottom were meant to go around my neck to seal me in the hood. Since the hood was attached to the crotch of her shorts the term “service” took on a whole new meaning.
Jenny then slid onto the bed sliding down so my head was between her thighs. “Ready for some fun?” With that she began to slowly stretch the hood over my head. All he saw was a dark black signless hood and at first all I could smell was the delightful smell of new rubber. That was quickly about to change. She continued to stretch the hood over my head until it became obvious that my face was about to be pressed tightly against her pussy. She then buckled the belt tightly around my neck forcing my head and mouth even tighter; I could no longer pull my head back even an inch. It was dark and quickly beginning to get hot as my hot breath filled the hood. I could only smell her cunt and the rubber as my lips pressed tightly against her crotch.
”Do you like what you see?”, she asked and realized that I could not see a thing. “Breathe slowly. I am told that the air holes may not be big enough if you get too excited.”
I could feel the hood balloon as I exhaled and sucked high as I inhaled. She was right. While I could breathe but only barely at this point. With that, Jenny laid back and waited for the fun to begin. Every attempt to inhale, however, sucked my mouth deeper into her pussy. I tried pulling my head backward, but the thick rubber belt held me in place.. My head was locked between her thighs.
“Time to get to work, my little rubber sex toy. You are not getting out of this until I say so. I think making me cum three for four times should do the trick at least for now. I might even have you spend the night in there. How does that sound?” I tried to speak but with my mouth pressed tight to her cunt, everything sounded muddled. “Oh, I love it when you speak. the vibrations go right into my cunt. Let’s get going. It is going to be a long night.”
I had no choice but to begin servicing her. This was all new to me and she grew impatient at times. She finally told me what she wanted and directed me along the way. I finally got the hang of it and figured out what got the best results. She finally started to cum. It took me by total surprise.
She started to buck then grabbed the back of my head with both hands and crushed my face into her cunt. I could not breathe and she held me there until I thought I was going to pass out. She finally released me but not before filling my mouth with vaginal secretions. I was gasping for air. She was right. The air holes were not sufficient. With each breath my face was sucked further and further into her cunt. It was like I was being sucked inside her. She loved it and almost immediately came again grabbing my head again and crushing my face even further into her cunt. I passed out momentarily. When I came to she was still in a post orgasmic state, occasionally shouting out how good it was. She finally caught her breath and managed to speak. “That was outstanding Willy. You did well. Three or four more of those and I might let you out.” All I could do was try to complain but I revised that it was futile.
We continued throughout the evening. Each time Jenny’s reactions became wilder and wilder. I passed out each time until I became totally unconscious either from suffocation or total exhaustion. I woke up still laying face down in bed. My head was still in this horrid hood. My face was a wash of vaginal fluid. My suit was full of sweat. I think I even managed to cum sometime during the night. I reached up with my helpless hands only to discover that Jenny was no longer there. She must have managed to snuggle out of her tight rubber shorts while I was out. Strange that I did not hear her voice nor did she help me out of the hood as I would have expected her to do. I managed to pull my head up through the top of the shorts only to see that I was alone. I desperately wanted to get out of the rubber hood and shorts and go find Jenny. I began to use my teeth to work on the tape on my hands. I managed to find the end of the tape on one of my hands and unwrapped it. I eventually began to free my hands and unbuckle the belt around my head. I was finally free from this whacked device.
Once out of the hood, I immediately began to search for Jenny but she was gone. I checked and all her clothes and all her belongings were gone.. She said she wanted to leave me with something to remember her by. I guess last evening was it.
I was really concerned about her sudden disappearance. I breathed a sigh of relief when I went to her closet and found her smooth skin wetsuit still hanging there. I knew she would be back. I waited an hour or so after she left then tried to call her. The call went to voicemail. She didn’t take texts so I decided to write her a letter hoping it would get to her soon after she arrived home. I waxed all sorts of romantic prose. I was so anxious to mail it that I did not even change out of my sweat filled rubber suit. I threw on some sweats and headed for the post office. This was my first time in stealth rubber. I actually enjoyed it.
I did not hear from Jenny. I called several times but the call always went to voicemail. Finally one day, almost a month after I wrote to her, my letter was returned, marked ‘no such address’. I was confused. I checked my date book and the address was correct. I tried once again to call her but this time I received “This number is no longer in service.” Jenny was gone and I had no idea where or why.
It was late August when I received a letter postmarked Miami. In the envelope was a single photo. It was Jenny. She was dressed in the tightest black rubber catsuit I believe I have ever seen. She was on a beach with another young girl dressed in a similar catsuit. The words on the back of the photo simply said, “Jenny and Amanda. Friends and partners forever.” She looked happy. That was the last I heard from Jenny. This was the one and only time I was with a partner. My solo journey into rubber began that very day. I admit I missed the companionship but my lust for rubber filled the gap. That was until today.
Speaking of today, it is morning. The sun is coming up and I expect a lot of questions from Sandy as to what happened to Poor Willy last night. I best have some kind of explanation ready and one that does not implicate Sherry. I’ll think of something. There are bigger issues on my mind right now. The first is the whole Poor Willy thing. It seems to have gotten out of hand. What started as simple rubber porn has turned into a tribulation for me. I realize that I am dealing with a dominatrix whose job it is to entertain clients by satisfying their bondage fantasies. I enjoyed my role in the early videos for that very reason. My fantasies were being realized, but these last series of videos have gone way beyond fantasy. I find that I am now being brutalized for the sake of entertainment. I know I have willingly put myself in situations that go beyond reasonability even to the point of personal danger.
Sandy is beginning to push things even beyond reasonability for the sake of salacious fantasy and all at my expense. I realize that there is a lot of money involved in the Poor Willy franchise. These videos are profitable. Willy has become known world wide in the rubberist community. The question is what ever increasing extremes will Willy be expected to endure to keep the myth alive. It is no longer just fantasy. It is torture, my torture. Perhaps it is time to rethink the whole Poor Willy thing. There are other issues in my life that I am rethinking. The rubber clothing business is booming. Sandy’s rubber studio has become a world class operation. Natasha has also benefited from the partnership. Maybe it is time for me to say “Mission Accomplished” and step back from the business and enjoy my personal pleasures. The one thing on my mind that now trumps all others is something I have not considered until today and that is companionship.
All personal issues aside, I must address what will happen today. I get dressed ready to face a barrage of questions regarding my disappearance. I decided for the sake of everyone, especially Sherry, that I would simply say I managed to leave on my own. I know that would seem impossible but I doubt it will be questioned. I dressed for the day choosing not to wear rubber as my recent confinement left me with skin which needs healing.
I entered Sandy’s studio braced for all the concerned faces I would meet. No one seemed to even notice me or even question me last night leaving me evermore mystified as to what was going on. Bobby was the only one who spoke to me. “I am glad the camera crew got you home last night. Your sudden disappearance made an ideal end to the video. Now everyone thinks you were kidnapped. What a setup for the next video.” I glanced at Sherry who gently smiled. I know I did not dream of Sherry’s presence in my home. Was she just part of a plan whipped up by Sandy or was her concern for me real? I need to find out.
I decide to go along with Bobby’s description of the events at least for the moment. Sandy and Cherry were busy with clients. Natasha was packing her things for her return to Germany so I took her aside and asked about the video. Since I was never a part of the planning, my curiosity seemed natural. “Yes, I imagine you must be curious. It was part of Sandy’s plan to have you kidnapped by a bunch of loyal fans so the crew filmed you in the heavy rubber sleep sack being carried off in the night. Then it is my understanding that the crew took you home. Glad to see you are OK. Frankly, some of Sandy’s treatment of you even shocks me and I am not one to shock easily.” With that she kissed me on my cheek and headed off to catch her plane.
Bobby also left heading for our factory That left Sherry and I alone. I gently took her by the arm and led us both off to a quiet corner out of sight from the others. “Sherry, what really happened?”
“I am sorry Mr. Will, they were going to take you off for real. The kidnapping was supposed to be real and the camera crew was supposed to continue filming you in all sorts of nasty situations. I approached Natasha who was arguing with Sandy to stop all the despicable treatment of you for the sake of these Poor Willy videos. She approached me and we conspired with the camera crew to film a fake rubber sleep sack being carried off. Natasha convinced Sandy to end the video with your kidnapping and make it a two part video. I really felt I had to save you. I hope you are not angry with me.”
With that I saw tears in her eye. I said, “Absolutely not. I can not tell you how much what you did meant to me.” She was trembling and began to cry. With that I hugged her and tried to assure her that everything will be alright.
I heard Sandy and Candy approaching and quietly told Sherry to go into another room and regroup. I walked into the main area to meet Sandy and Candy. Neither seemed too excited to see me nor did they show any concern about my condition considering the torture they put me through.
I spoke first, “So how did the video go? I admit from my point of view I did not see much.”
The last bit was sparked with sarcasm. Sandy answered, “Oh we had to make a few adjustments but we have plans for the next installment that we think the Poor Willy fans will find even more salacious.”
“When do you plan to tape the next installment? I asked.
“Not before next month. We have a lot of new props to make to use on Poor Willy.”
My response was, “I can hardly wait.” Little did they know that I had plans of my own for the next installment of Poor Willy that I guarantee the fans will love. My mind immediately went to work crafting a fitting return for Poor Willy. As they say “Payback is a Bitch.” Will is about to go to the dark side.
I began looking for Sherry. I found her in one of the client rooms almost cowering in a corner. See was still crying. I went over and sat down beside her. I took her hand in mine and said, “Look at me. Believe me it is OK. In fact it is more than OK. You did a brave thing. Nothing but the best will come of it.”
She looked at me with tears still in her eyes. I will never forget that look. There was much more to the way she looked at me than just concern over what she had done. There was a spark of something that I had not seen or felt for a long time. We hugged and when we finally pulled apart, I told her I needed her help on something important. She looked at me puzzled by what I said. I told her to go home for now. I would cover for her and would call her later. She nodded and quietly left.
After Sherry left I called Natasha hoping to catch her before she boarded her plane. We connected. “Natasha, I need your help. Poor Willy is going to the dark side and is planning for some well needed payback. Our next video will mark the turning point for Willy.” All she said is “It is about time.” They called her flight and we agreed to talk later in the week.
I headed home and my methodical engineering mind went into overdrive. I knew one of the first things I needed to do was to sit down and do a timeline of all the things we need to have ready for the planned video shoot next month. But first I needed to call Sherry and ask if she could come over. She agreed.
It was evening when Sherry arrived. She was dressed in normal street clothes and void of any of the makeup she usually wears in her role as dominatrix. I could not get over how young and innocent she looked. I welcomed her in and took her coat. I also could not get over how small she was. I am over six foot tall (1.8m). She could not have been much over five foot (1.5m). I guess the spike heels she usually wears makes her look much taller.
We sat down at my dining room table where I had already sketched out the timeline. She looked at with a puzzled look on her face. “What is all this?”
“It is a plan for our next Poor Willy video and I need your help to organize it.”
“Doesn’t Sandy usually do that?”
“Oh, Sandy will be a part of it but in ways she doesn’t know at this point. You see this will all be a surprise for both her and Candy.” I went on to explain the new darker and more menacing persona for Poor Willy. She blushed and then let out the cutest little giggle. I smiled and went on to discuss the fact that Natasha was also in on it. She then rolled her eyes and laughed out loud. I could not get over how cute she was. Sherry is part Asian with fair skin but without her makeup she had the cutest row of freckles under her eyes. I was fast becoming smitten.
We talked for hours laughing and joking around the whole idea of poor Willy’s payback. It was quite late and the conversation began to change its tone as all laughter faded away. “Well it’s getting late. You probably want to get home and rest up for tomorrow.”
As I started to get up Sherry reached across and took my hands in her’s. She said, “Are you sure that is what you really want?” and she leaned over and kissed me. Sherry did not leave that night.
I started to head for my bedroom but Sherry stopped me and walked me toward my rubber playroom beckoning me to join her. Once in the room she sat me on the rubber covered bed and proceeded to forage through my rubber collection. I soon realized that she was searching for something for both of us to wear. She came out with one of my rubber suits with both penis and anal sheaths, my hooded gas mask complete with extra hoses. She found a second gas mask and added it to the pile. She then proceeded to undress me.
Her trade has taught her well. Whatever she does she manages to do it in the most seductive way. She then dressed me in my rubber suit making sure all the sheaths were in working order.
Then I said,”What about you?” She pressed her finger to her lips and proceeded to remove her clothes. She revealed that under her clothes she was wearing a black rubber catsuit so tight that it looked like it was part of her. She then reached in her purse and pulled out a rubber hood and stretched it over her head. There standing before me was a vision of a rubber doll so perfect as to make a rubberist like me lust.
Next she guided me to my vac bed. At first I wondered what she planned. She slid the hooded gas mask over my head and did the same with her mask. She hooked a tube from my exhaust port to the inlet port on her mask. Next she hooked a second hose to my inlet port. She then peeled back the top layer of the vac bed and directed me to lay down. She joined me by laying on top of me. She folded the top layer over us and made sure my inlet tube went through the breathing hole. We then waited for the automatic function on the bed to seal us in and extract the air from the bed.
At the last minute before all the air was removed sealing us tight to gather, she reached down and found my randy hard penis and slid it into a matching sheath on her suit. The vacuum hit and we were suddenly hermetically sealed sucked tight to each other in an airtight embrace. My manhood was locked inside her growing more and more as the vacuum sucked us tighter and tighter with each passing moment. It was obvious that this was her plan all along. She did manage to move slightly in spite of the tight rubber clinching us tightly together. She began to grind against my groin coaxing more and more precum from me. I tried to keep my breathing as normal as possible realizing the only air Sherry received came from my exhale. It was becoming more and more difficult to stay calm. Even Sherry’s slight movement was driving me wild.
My breathing started to quicken as did her’s. As hard as I tried to remain calm I found that I could not contain myself. I could not believe how soon I began craving a cum. It was like I was a randy teenager again. Finally I found I could no longer hold back. I climaxed. My orgasm was monumental. I involuntarily held my breath as I rode it out. I totally was so absorbed in my orgasmic trance that I forgot Sherry could not breathe.. She began to struggle wildly and climaxed violently in the middle of all this. I caught my breath and soon after managed to feed precious air to Sherry. We both just laid there motionless, both panting and gasping for air. Even though we both climaxed neither of us wanted this to be over. We just lay there in the hot air-tight embrace luxuriating over the moment not wanting it to end.
The vac bed finally released us. Neither of us wanted to move. We both reached up and took off our masks. Sherry moved up and began to kiss me passionately. She then rolled back the rubber top sheet and stood up, reaching out for me to get up and follow her. She led me to my rubber hammock and coaxed me to slide in alongside her. I was concerned it might not fit both of us but I was wrong. Sherry’s tiny body was not an issue for this reinforced rubber hammock. We were both engulfed in the embrace of its rubber folds. We held each other in our arms and fell fast asleep.
When I woke up Sherry was not long by my side. Even though our encounter was brief, I missed her embrace already. I got up fully expecting that Sherry had decided to leave sometime during the night. I was filled with a sense of regret not telling Sherry how I felt before she left. I walked in the kitchen feeling low. Quite to my delight there was Sherry still in her rubber suit. She had made some coffee and was in the midst of making breakfast. “Good morning Willy.” she said with a grin. “Sleep well?” I did not say a word but immediately grabbed her and kissed her passionately. All I said was “Yes.” She blushed and said nothing. We sat and ate breakfast talking the entire time about how we both enjoyed last evening.
I was surprised to hear that Sherry also had a rubber fetish her entire life. This is one reason she got into being a dominatrix. It afforded her the opportunity to be in and around rubber. Here we were two people sitting there sharing our secrets totally comfortable in our tight fitting sweat filled rubber suits as if it was perfectly normal. I could not help but think that this all somehow seemed fortuitous as if all this was meant to happen.
It is too early to foresee how all this will work out but as Bogart said in Casablanca, “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”