New Life Part 2
It has been nine months since I began my new life in Minneapolis. The finishing touches on my firehouse are complete. I was finally able to set up my rubber playroom although I still sneak back into the studio to use some of their more serious rubber bondage equipment. My home playroom has many of the items from my Chicago home. I have ample storage for my ever growing collection of rubber. I have a rubber covered bed with the customary restraints. I have my rubber hooded hammock in which I spend most of my nights, and I have my sauna. In addition I have added a bondage chair with heavy leather harnesses and straps. I have a rubber vac bed which I can operate solo. I also have a scaled down version of a Rubber Suction Suit complete with all the attachments.
My favorite item by far is my vaporizer breath play system. I have modified it to expand its capability dramatically. It is computer controlled. This inhaler system delivers controlled aromas through a vaporizer and rebreather system. Completely controllable by a custom computer program, I only need a couple of drops of aroma. There are various computer controlled valves which control whether I breathe or not, or how much I breathe. and which horrendous odor I smell. In addition to smell vials, the system is also connected to 1L and 5L rebreather bags and a bubble bottle. This is all housed in a central control unit and is plumbed to four locations around the room so no matter which despicable situation I put myself in, I can tap into my breath play system from anywhere in the room.
As far as my new business goes, the response to both the studio and the rubber workshop continue to grow. Bobby is finding creative ways to make new and different molded rubber items for both the kinky market and vanilla commercial production. The studio is operating at capacity. With all the international clients coming in to play, Candy has become our official rubber chauffeur. I bought a 1960 Cadillac hearse. I had it restored and the back converted to a limousine. The Caddy and a black SUV are the two cars she drives to pick clients up at the airport. Clients have a choice to either be inconspicuous or conspicuous; the Caddy or the SUV.
I have two “Poor Willy” videos under my belt. They have sold in record numbers. Sandy is planning to add two more videos to the collection as soon as she assembles all the props she needs. I am completely in the dark regarding her plans. No doubt Poor Willy will be subjected to some gruesome rubber bondage in the near future. She is looking at many of my previous rubber exploits as inspirations for some of the new videos. All I know for now is that we have a busy month coming up. We have the Euro Folsom event and the Montréal Fetish Weekend. The Montréal Fetish Weekend is a four day event in late August and Euro Folsom is a five day event in mid September. Sandy said that she wanted to do our next Poor Willy shoot during these events. She says they will be epic. Sounds ominous.
Since both of these events are a few weeks off, I am pretty much left to my own devices when it comes to rubber play. I have a free weekend coming up. The girls are taking a well earned vacation and will be out of town. This means I will have to entertain myself. It is August here in Minneapolis. That means it is hot here. It is not Phoenix-hot but it can still be steamy wearing rubber this time of year. Summer heat and humidity remain high . Summer high temperatures in Minneapolis average in the mid 80s°F (30°C). This means my outdoor rubber wear is usually confined to a single piece of rubber under my street clothes. Actually Montreal has similar weather this time of year. I hope Sandy takes that into account in her plans for me. Anyway, back to my weekend. They are predicting severe thunderstorms today and I wished I could walk in the rain wearing rubber. I would love to dance about in the rain in total rubber. For now I decide I will entertain myself indoors where it is cool and dry.
Friday afternoon comes and I bid farewell to the girls wishing them a pleasant vacation. They each plan to be gone for a week. I head home looking to finally try out some of the rubber equipment that I recently installed in my playroom. My preparations for the weekend consists of dressing in one of my 0.05mm total gimp suits. The plan is to wear it all weekend taking a break Saturday evening. This evening I plan to try out my scaled down version of the Rubber Suction Suit complete with some of the attachments. I have linked it to my computer controlled breathing system to both control the suit's function and add vapor breathing to the mix.
First things first,I need to get into my rubber suit. I am currently wearing a neck entry rubber suit. This suit has both anal and penis sheaths. Next comes a heavier suit. This next suit is hooded with nose tubes and plastic covered eye openings and no mouth opening. It also had both a cock and anal sheath. I lube the suit and I slipped into it feet first, since that's the only way in. Now feeling the soft second layer slip over my leg, till my right foot hit the end. I can see my leg shine invitingly. Then the other foot slipped in, through the entrance. My feet slide down, as if I had been falling through thin air. There is that exhilarating sensation when I put on a rubber suit. It never gets old no matter how many times I wear rubber. I continue to pull the suit up along my legs, till it's up to my waist.
From there, I need to get the sheaths in their proper place. I push my cock in the penis sheath then push the anal sheath into place. I almost cum in the process. Next I slip my hands in the sleeved, slowly, one at the time, savoring the feeling. The slick, slippery inner surface gives me the impression of being wet, all over, inside and out. At this point, there is nothing I can do to stop the feeling. Once my right hand has slipped all the way in, I push the left hand in, all the way. Then raising my hands up, towards the ceiling. Feeling the suit slip up, further and further until it is all the way up, sliding over my shoulders.
My last addition to the suit is a large silicone mouth gag. Then I slip the suit up stretching the hood over my head. Finally in the suit I need to zip it up. This suit has an airtight back zip across the shoulders. I have hooks in the wall that I use to aid zipping up this type of suit. I fasten the zipper pull to the wall hook and pull the zipper shut. This works flawlessly however without the hooks I am not able to open the zipper.
I head for my suction bed. I adjust the controller so it will go through the various routines. I set the timer for forty five minutes. I know from my last experience in one of these suits back in Hong Kong that forty five minutes is quite a ride. In case I want more, all I need is to wait four minutes and if I do not turn off the controller, it will automatically reset for another forty-five minutes. I am quite sure the first session should be more than sufficient.
I prepare myself by adding the various devices to the appropriate locations. Once everything was in place I zip myself up in the suction suit leaving my hands free for the final attachments. I then get onto the bed. The suction suit is very bulky and it took time to arrange everything. Once in place all of the tubes, hoses, and wires were connected to various ports on the suit. This took several minutes. Once everything was connected the last piece of rubber apparatus was produced. There is an attached rubber hood with several tubes. The outside tubes were connected to my vaporizer breath play machine. I slipped this over my head and connected my nose tube to the tubes inside of the hood so I could breathe. I heard a voice inside my head ask, “Are you ready?”
I settle into the rubber suction sack. The pneumatic butt plug and penis pulsating pump are properly in place. I the attached breathing tubes of the suction hood to my vaporizer breath play equipment I now can settle back and wait for all of the systems to kick in.
What happens next can only be described and the ultimate rubber journey for any rubberiest. I plan to enjoy the ultimate combination of rubber stimulation and pleasure. Once zipped into the suit, I am hermetically sealed. The full use of the vacuum milker will actuate both air and fluids creating an unbeatable sensation of whole-body wet rubber suction. I have every reason to believe it will be a wild ride.
I laid back waiting for the computer sequence to kick in. Then it hit me. Soon the hoses connected to the milker begin and the suction quickly builds. The suit tightens until the suit fully grips me. Pulsations begin. The wet interior of the suit and the close contact of the rubber suit on my skin. This pulsating grips my entire body. Soon the penis pump kicks in and even though I am driven to an early orgasm the pump continues. I begin to scream through the gag in my mouth as the vacuum tubes in my hood are activated and the hood sucks tight to my head. Now the pulsation of the rubber anal probe in my butt comes to life. Then one by one the suction from the various tubes begins to cycle. My body jolts to life. They begin sending waves of pleasure inside, outside and all over my body. There’s no getting away from it. It is a very strange feeling indeed to have one’s internal muscles clenching without any conscious effort. This combined with the pulsating suit put me in a frenzy.
I cried out as I felt my penis gripped again by the suction. It was at that point that the breath play machine kicked in. My eyes snapped open and my mouth was gaping. Quivering, and moaning I began bucking and twitching like a fish out of water. I started gasping in my rubber hood. Then the breath play machine does its magic and in a diabolical move, shutoffs the air to my hood. I was frantic. My mind and body went into overdrive. I came again. As if the machine somehow knew, it opened my airway. This time I am inhaling the smell of stale piss. I gulped for air like a drowning man, piss smell and all, and yet the assault continued.
“Oh My God," I scream through the gag. I now joined the chorus of sounds of pleasure in the room, my hips thrusting against nothing. It wouldn't be long before I came again and yet the sensation continued. Then anal probe slowed and became less intense, slowing to almost a tingle. It stayed that way for several minutes then everything rapidly sped up again with its intensity increasing. The urge to orgasm was building mercilessly and I felt my testicles tighten in the rubber suit. I whimpered with pleasure, my anal probe seemed to dance to the sensation surrounding it. Soon I was so close to the edge I felt as if my cock would explode if I didn't cum within the next few seconds. My balls were all in a knot now and the pleasurable sensation of pressure deep in my groin signaling the beginning of a climax. I screamed “It is too soon.” Then, right as I came to the edge of orgasm, the pulsing sensation ceased. Everything subsided down to a low pulse again. Seems the computer program is playing the devil’s hand.
The suit brought me to the edge and back four times. My body quivered near the end, my balls aching and swollen, the pain of the persistent and my arousal boring deep into my soul. When I neared the edge the last time, the sensations continued then increased and I felt myself go rigid from head to toe, my back arching as far as the suit would allow. My orgasm was the most intense. This was the most violent climax I had ever experienced in my life. I felt my semen first pour then erupt in frantic jets and heard it splattering the inner sheath.
At the edge of my awareness, I heard an enormous crack of lightning. It must have been very close to my house. All of a sudden everything shuts off. I realize the power must have gone out. I wasn’t concerned because I have a backup system that should kick in almost immediately. The suction of the bag prevents me from moving so I only have to wait for the emergency power to start and everything should begin to work again. Once it does the program should start where it left off, at the end of the programmed session and release me from this suit.
I was right… almost. The emergency power backup system kicked in and the suit responded. However, instead of ending the previous session, It began a new one. The good news is I found that all the sensations of the suit were reduced to an almost soothing level. All the vacuum and probe pulses were still present but pleasant almost like a tranquilizing effect. I lay there for quite sometime cherishing the moment. I am more than sealed in a suit. I am consumed by it. It is like I am now part of another living organism living within it. The gentle pulsation continues until suddenly they don’t. I am shocked out of my stupor. The first assault affects my breathing. It is shut off. As I struggle for air, the suction pulses commence a frenzied pace far more intense than before. It was such an intense ride up the peak and then… FIREWORKS, roller coasters on my cock, my prostate pulsing and I CAME! Oh GOD did I CUM AGAIN?! The insanity and intensity was amazing, it was like I was together with the suit. I ejaculated like a 20 year old. Again sensing my triumph, air was restored.
After this last assault, I was once again allowed to rest in total tranquility. This time the rest period was shorter. Then it started again. Another forty five minutes cycle. The next ensuing assault was more intense than the last. There were three more attack/rest cycles before I was finally left to lay there and recover. I was totally debilitated. I could not move a muscle. It is as if every bit of flesh and sinew had been totally depleted. I was still stuck in the suction of the suit. If I do not find some way to shut off the machine, the cycles will continue indefinitely. I panic!
I finally heard a voice. It was Bobby. “Will, Will where are you? Oh my God! Are you in that suction sack? Are you OK in there?” I managed to grunt a response. I tried to communicate but my gag was tightly fixed in my mouth. “Let me get you out of there.”
Bobby unzipped the hood and removed the breathing tubes. My hood looked like someone poured a bucket of sweat over it. Bobby gradually removed the rest of the tubes. I attempted to slide out of the bed but could not seem to regain my equilibrium. Bobby almost had to carry me to a chair where he removed all of the accessories such as the penis pump and anal probe. Then he asked me if I wanted to get out of the suit. I said yes and he managed to finally peeled me out of the heavy outer suit. I felt like a gelatinous blob void of bones and muscle. He began to towel as best he could. Unfortunately nothing could be done about the sweat inside my inner rubber suit. I would have to deal with that myself after I recover.
My voice was reduced to a croak. I managed to thank Bobby for saving me. “How did you know I was here? I asked.”
“The girls said you were spending the weekend here. I thought after the storm went through, I should check on you. There is quite a mess out there. Trees are down everywhere. The power is out for much of this part of the city. Your place looks OK but your neighbor lost a big tree and took down the power lines. Fortunately you have backup power.”
Yes, I thought to myself, the backup power. It must have created a spike when it kicked in and screwed up the program for the suction bed. Thank God Bobby saved me or all they would have found was a gelatinous puddle of former Poor Willy stuck in a heavy rubber bag. “You want me to stick around and help you? Bobby asked.
“No my friend. You have done more than enough. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate what you did for me.”
“Want some advice Will? Stop doing solo rubber. It will get you some day.”
My only response was, “Yes, some day,” and I winked at Bobby.
I struggled to my feet. I was stiff all over and I needed to move my body after all the time in the suction bed. “Before you go, let’s see what things look like outside.” With that I threw on some sweats over my rubber suit and we walked out my front fire door to see what damage the storm had done to the neighborhood. It was a mess. Bobby was right. Trees were down and limbs and leaves were everywhere. It was still raining. My neighbor came out and surveyed the damage his fallen tree had done to his property. He was lucky. It missed his house but managed to tear all of his power lines down. I told him, “This mess is going to take days to clean up. I have a power backup. Let me run a few lines to your house to get at least a couple of lights and your refrigerator going.” He thanked me and we began to string a few extension cords over to his house. After that Bobby left and my neighbor went back inside to tend to matters. After they left, I decided to go for a walk in the rain in my rubber suit. Little did I know that my earlier wish would come true.
The week went by quickly and the city crews did a great job cleaning after the storm. The girls were back and busy with clients again. The Montreal Fetish weekend was coming up and Bobby and I were preparing our Kiosk to present our rubber clothing line in the vendor area. Sandy had hinted that she was going to film a Poor Willy video in conjunction with the show. She also hinted that she was planning something special for me based on one of my past adventures. I am not sure I liked the sound of that.
It was finally time to head up to Montreal. We rented a van for all of our products and decided to drive the hearse to the show to create a splash similar to the one at the Folsom Fair in San Francisco. We had everything loaded and we had about an hour before we were to leave. In total it is about a nineteen hour drive to Montreal. We planned to stay in Detroit the first night then head into Canada the next day. Detroit is about ten hours from Minneapolis or about half way. “Well Willy, we’ll get you ready.”
As expected I was somewhat confused. “What do you mean get me ready?”
“Oh poor Poor Willy you can’t go to Montreal dressed like you are now. We have a special surprise for you.”
With that we went back into the studio. Waiting for me was a huge pile of rubber and cameras were rolling. Let’s start with this and she handed me my 0.05mm rubber suit. This suit has a hood with built-in breathe-through gag tube, attached gloves and feet. It was a shoulder zip. I stepped out of my street clothes revealing my rubber hero suit. “I see you are dressed in your typical traveling clothes. This will be a good start. Once in my second suit the girls came at me with a vengeance each carrying something to add to my rubber layers.
The girls had three items of interest. As it turns out one of them was my heavy inflatable suit. This is sounding strangely familiar. I began to be a bit concerned about my traveling apparel but it was too late. Protesting in this heavy hood is senseless. I was quickly forced into the heavy inflatable suit. Seems they were duplicating the experience I had in Paris and if this it true I would soon be layered in the 3.0mm Knight’s airtight hazmat suit. It was deja vu all over again.
They slid me into the heavy Knight’s suit then they laid me down on my back. I tried to make some sense of all of this but I was not able to think clearly. Someone had managed to connect to the inflator valve of the inflatable suit. Even in my stupor I realized that inflating inside a 3.0mm suit is a bad idea. A 3.0mm suit will not stretch under any circumstances. At some point all the air pressure will force inward and crush me in layers of heavy rubber. With all the layers of heavy rubber I found myself locked in one position unable to move. “Remember how you told us about your trip to Munich wrapped in five layers of rubber for a nine hour drive. Well today we have ten hours until we stop for the night. Enjoy.”
What have I done? Stuck in three suits and five layers of rubber again, soon to be inflated to a maximum level at the mercy of the three dominatrix who have no hesitation to wrap some in layers of and layers of rubber and parade me in front of the cameras for the sake of another Poor Willy video. What have I gotten myself into? Seems my agony was not quite over. Bobby came into the room pushing a rubber sarcophagus. This one was bigger than the one I was stuck in for two days. Apparently this was the empty rubber casket they sent as a prop to Munich. Then Bobby introduced himself for the camera. He was dressed like an undertaker. “Hi Poor Willy, I am going to take good care of you for the next few days. Let’s get you ready for the trip to the underworld of rubber.” It took all three girls and Bobby to get me to my feet. Next thing is they were trying to fit me into the rubber sarcophagus. That should make for a very cozy ride for Poor Willy here.” I was wedged into the sarcophagus. They continued to inflate the inner suit. The pressure was so great that I began to scream. The lid was quickly latched and locked in place effectively sealing me and my screams in this rubber tomb for the next ten hours.
I felt my rubber “coffin” being wheeled out of the studio on a gurney. I was lifted up and pushed partway into the Caddy hearse. This was for the camera. Next I was rolled into the van and strapped down. I rode for hours not being able to move a muscle.
Sometime during the trip we stopped and someone knocked on my coffin and asked, “Willy you OK in there?” Fortunately I was gagged because the long tirade of expletives that followed would have not been fit for human ears. “Yes, he’s OK.”
Eventually we made our way to Detroit. We stopped and I was removed from the van. Again they staged my mock removal from the hearse for the cameras and I was wheeled off on the gurney. I heard sounds of people around me but could not understand them. Finally I was wheeled into a room. “Here is your room for the night, Poor Willy.” Finally I was going to be let out of this frightfully rigid uncompromising sepulcher. Then I heard those familiar words. “Sleep tight Poor Willy. See you in the morning.”
My God no! This can not be true. This is just for the camera, right? All I heard was a door close then complete silence. My fate as well as my body was sealed.
Morning did finally come although I was obviously sealed in darkness. I heard voices again and the rattling of keys. I was finally being let out of my box. When the lid was finally removed, I was treated to a room full of people and cameras recording my resurrection from my rubber tomb. My inner suit was deflated. With the help of all present, I was pried out of my confinement. My legs were too stiff to stand so I was helped to a chair.
“Let’s get you out of your layers. We have to properly dress you for the rest of the trip.” I began to shriek through my gag. “We can leave you as you are and put you back in the casket if you wish.” I violently shook my head as if to say no, no not that. “Then we will proceed.” Then with the cameras running I was stripped down to my gimp suit.
That still left two rubber layers which by now were full of a day’s worth of sweat and bile secretions. Candy then paraded in with a huge armload of rubber. It became instantly apparent what the next phase of my trip would be. She brought in my full silicone rubber doll suit, heavy rubber corset, a rubber victorian ball gown, and wig. They all began to work on poor Willy. Finally after an hour I was dressed, bound, and trussed up in my costume for the day. They stood me in front of a mirror. Someone commented that I looked like a tall buxom Scarlet O'Hara, that is if she was dressed in several layers of sodden rubber.
“Well ‘Scarlet’, shall we? Your public is waiting.” Bobby, who was now dressed in a rubber “Red Butler” style suit, took me by the arm and escorted me out of my room, through the lobby and into the waiting hearse/limo. As usual the cameras were rolling all this time.
It was hard for me to get my rubber covered head around all that was happening to me. I was dressed as a Victorian rubber doll in a ton of rubber layers heading to Montreal. How on earth am I going to get through border security? We still have nine more hours of travel and exactly what will happen to me once we get to Montreal? Then a horrible thought came through my sweat covered head. The Montreal Fetish Weekend is two days away. There is no way they are going to keep me dressed like this until the opening day of the event. I begin to scream into my gag again trashing at my clothes.
“Hey Sandy, I think Poor Willy has figured things out. We will probably need to do something. He is about to tear off all his clothes.”
“Get the blowup bondage mitts.” Two blowup bondage mitts suddenly appear and they are quickly forced over my rubber covered hand and locked onto my wrists. I protest violently as I can. “There, there Poor Willy. We would not want you to mess up your lovely dress.would we.” I look out of my plastic covered eye openings and as expected there is a camera mounted in the car to record this last little outburst.
Border security was not a problem. Bobby handed them our passport and no one seemed to check to see if this giant rubber doll matched any of the photos. Undiscovered, undetected, and under three layers of rubber, I began to concede to my situation. Even though I was extremely hot and uncomfortable in my layers, my biggest complaint was that I was hungry. I had nothing to eat or drink since yesterday morning. I needed food and I definitely needed hydration. I grunted through my gag trying to get their attention. “Food food,” I grunted.
Sandy spoke up, “I bet Poor Willy is hungry.” Yes, I suppose he is thirsty too. Let’s stop at the next rest stop and we will take care of that.
We finally found a place to stop. I was ushered out of the car and into the van. Sandy went to a cooler and retrieved several bottles of liquid. “It was good we chose a suit with a breathe-through gag tube. We can feed you while you are fully dressed. Sounds good Willy?” I just grunted angularly. Sandy expertly “fed” me through my gag tube. The silicon gag prevented me from tasting anything. It took quite a while to consume enough for me to begin to quench my appetite. I began to feel better internally. Externally I was still in agony.
We finally made it to Montreal. Our arrival at the hotel. We were staying at the Auberge du Vieux-Port in old Montreal. We deliberately made the most of our arrival, what with three lovely minx wearing skin tight rubber driving up in a black hearse not to mention Dear Rubber Scarlet and her escort. Every cell phone for blocks was recording our arrival. Our cameras were also running full blast catching all of the reactions from the onlookers. Our checkin was just as audacious. Sandy checked us all in and we paraded through the lobby and eventually made it to our rooms.
“Here is your room Willy.” Sandy led me into my room together with all the cameras. She sat me in one of the chairs. “See you later Willy. Don’t get into any trouble.” She then left me there. Trouble? I can’t even leave the room with these rubber blowup mitts on. So all I could do was sit there like a rubber coated lady-in-waiting. An hour or so later Sandy and the girls returned along with the cameras. “Willy, it is time to get you ready for the night.” With that they began to undress me down to my rubber dolly suit and corset. They then began strapping me into a chair still wearing my airtight rubber suit. “See you in the morning Willy” I screamed into my gag. Candy kissed me on my rubber covered forehead and said. “Nighty night Poor Willy. Sleep tight.” and they left the room.
So this is it? I asked myself. Am I to once again spend day after day in layers of rubber against my will? What does Sandy and the crew have planned for Poor Willy? I have a long Fetish Weekend to find out.