Return to Paradise Part Four
What have I done? Stuck in five layers of rubber again. This time I am inflated to a maximum level at the mercy of two complete strangers who apparently have no hesitation to wrap someone else in layers of rubber and leave them alone for God only knows how long. What have I gotten myself into? All I could do was lay there like a beached whale unable to move and barely able to breathe. I awoke to the noise in the room. Who was there? I planned to check out this morning. Was it the cleaning staff here to change out the room? If so I expected to hear some commotion over the discovery of a rubber creature in the bed. There was no such commotion. Instead my inner suit was deflated and I was helped to sit up in bed and helped to my feet.
Then something familiar happened. I was ushered into a wheelchair. Oh my God! It is Sig and Tom and they are wheeling me out of my room. This can’t possibly mean that they intend to take me to Munich dressed like this, in five layers of heavy rubber. How can this happen? They led me out into the hall then to the elevator. I found out later that they took me out through the service elevator to their waiting car. My Lord! Munich is nine hours away and I doubt if they plan to extricate me from this encasement anywhere along the way. Here I am reliving a rubber nightmare and rubber bliss at the same time. I am to stay with them for the entire week. What on earth do they have planned for me?
Even though it was a nine hour drive, it felt like an eternity. My guess is I returned to my room about 2:00 AM which means I can expect to be in these five layers of rubber for at least sixteen hours before we reach Munich. Who knows how much longer I will have to endure all of this even after we arrive. After many hours. The car finally stopped and I heard voices and sounds of things being unloaded from the car. I assumed it was my rubber collection being moved inside. Finally they came for me. I was returned to the wheelchair and wheeled inside. I was a wreck literally submersed in a consommé of sweat, bile, and precum. I was rolled inside then attempts were made to stand me up to walk. Heaven only knows how heavy these suits were combined with all the swill that now filled them. We walked nonetheless. Then I heard someone say “Up.” meaning step up. Seems I was expected to climb stairs in this ponderous kit. Step after cumbersome step we marched until I finally reached the top and walked down what I assumed was a long hall. Eventually I bumped into a bed and was asked to lay down. I was relieved not to have to walk any further.
My outer suit was unzipped and was removed. I was helped out of the inflatable suit then told “There is a bathroom attached to the room you are in. You can remove the rest and you may shower if you wish. Your clothes and personal stuff are in the room as well. If you wish we can meet you downstairs. I am sure you are hungry after your trip. See you then.” I was left to my own devices to remove the rest of my rubber and clear up. I struggled to remove the hooded gas mask and could finally see where I was. It was a nicely appointed bedroom. The bathroom was only steps away.. I headed for the shower, stepped in and watched as a torrent of sweat swirled down the drain. I was finally out of my inner suits. The shower was welcome as I washed off both myself and my rubber. There were enough towels there to dry us both off.
Exiting for the shower I inspected my outer heavy suits. Neither seem any worse for the lengthy trip. I then looked out of the window to get a sense of where we were. It appeared to be a suburban area filled with modern three story houses. I assume I was in the top story of this house. No wonder the stair climb seemed eternal. I rummaged through my thing to find something to wear. I chose simple street clothes for now. I dressed and walked down the stairs to the bottom floor. As I did I noted how charming everything was. It was somewhat Bauhaus (form follows function) yet there were some interesting antique items that made it more :gemütlich” (cheerful).
I met up with ”Tom” in the kitchen. At least I assumed it was Tom. Turns out Tom is his real name. By now he too had changed into street clothes. This is the first time we met face to real face. He apologized for Sig not being here but said she needed to go into work and check up on some things. She would meet up later in the week. “You are probably hungry from your trip.” with that we sat down to eat. Toma had prepared some sausages with some cold cuts, veggies, sliced cheese, and coffee. Tom asked if I enjoyed the trip.
I told him how shocked I was to find myself back in five layers of heavy rubber much less traveling to another country that way. He reminded me of the discussion we had regarding the Paris experience and how I was scared yet excited by the experience. That they would repeat it for my benefit. “It was the least we could do to properly welcome you to Munich.” Then we both laughed. “I am not sure how well rested you are after all that.” Tom went on, “I know I find little rest when I have been forced to sleep in rubber. I need time afterwards to recoup my strength and rest.”
I told him sleeping in rubber is usually not a problem for me but then I am usually in control of the situation. I am not worried about being able to escape any time I wish… at least most of the time. We laughed again.
“Well you will have plenty of time to rest up this evening. Tomorrow might prove a bit of a challenge for you. You see, we are planning to photograph scenes for my website. In fact we have something planned every day this week. I’ll set you up with my laptop so you can see the things we usually do for the site. So no rubber tonight, at least from our standpoint. The rest of the week is a different matter.”
Tom seemed both deliberatively reassuring and foreboding at the same time. He went off and fetched his laptop and he sat me down in his living room to browse through his website. I found it amazing and titillating at the same time. We seem to have so much in common when it comes to loving to wear rubber yet his experiences are so different from mine. I hazard to think what he has planned for me this week. Tom came into the room and explained how the long drive was exhausting. He was going to retire. “We will get an early start in the morning.” He said I should use the laptop as long as I wished and to have a pleasant sleep. With that he headed off to bed. I stayed up for about an hour enjoying all of his rubber exploits as described on his site then I started to fall asleep. Perhaps Tom was right. The trip was exhausting. I headed off to bed as well.
The next thing I remember was Tom coming into my room and waking me up. “Time for your next adventure.” I didn't realize how tired I was last night. I went right to sleep. I guess I needed the rest. My eyes became adjusted to the morning light coming through the window. I noticed there were items laying on my bed. I sat up and was surprised to see a couple of my rubber items piled up next to me. I assumed that meant these were to be worn today. I got up and dealt with personal needs then proceeded to look through the item chosen for me. First was my Evolution suit, then there was my hooded gas mask. I thought it was an interesting collection for my first day in Munich. I dressed in the suit then grabbed the other items and headed down stairs.
I was greeted by Tom and a lovely young lady. Tom introduces her as Elke. “She is our photographer for the day. She has other duties as well.” Again Tom seemed ominous. Tom was dressed similar to me except his suit was not hooded. Elke was dressed in a rather fetching smooth black wetsuit. It looked good on her. Breakfast consisted of some cold meat, liverwurst, salami, prosciutto, Black Forest ham, some sliced Geyerzer cheese, breads, and sweets and blackcurrant jam.
Tom asked me how I slept and I told him how rested I was. He said, ‘Good, you shall need it.” Then a conversation broke out between them in German. At one point they both laughed and looked at me. I realized something was being planned for my benefit. We ate then I was asked to follow them to one of the bedrooms. Seems we were not completely dressed for the day.
There before us were two extremely heavy rubber suits. One I recognize as a black Studio Gum prison suit. The other was mostly industrial looking in an olive green color. “This one is yours.” and Tom handed me the green suit. It was indeed very heavy. It had attached boots, gloves and hood and what looked like a YKK metal drysuit zipper across the back. The suit looked old and well worn. I stepped into it and slid my gloved hands down the sleeves. They were ended by tight fitting rubber cuffs. I started to duck my head through the head hole when I was stopped by Elke who handed me a huge mouth gag. I wedged the gag into my mouth. I continued to poke my head through the tight net cuff and was handed my gas mask. The outer hood of the suit was raised up over my head and the tenth suit was zipped up. It took both of them to work the zipper up. Next Tom donned his suit. His suit was hooded with a gas mask built into it. For a moment I thought we were completely dressed. Then out came chains and a metal waist belt and wrist cuffs. Once the belt was secured on each of us, Elke produced two programmable timers both set at eighteen hours then proceeded to lock the waist belts on both of us. At least that part of the plan was obvious. Next Elke wrapped the chains on both of us and attached the wrist cuffs eliminating any movement for Tom although I could still move my hands. Now what?
Bound and rubbered we headed out of the house to a waiting car. Once in, we were driven to a remote part of the city. I had an idea from reading Tom’s website adventures as to what was coming next. The car stopped and we got out. We were now standing outside chained up in heavy rubber suits when Tom gave me the last instructions. “We need to go from this point to a meeting place in the center of the city. It would normally take me about two hours to walk the distance. I expect it will take longer today.” More ominous talk. Then came the final part of the challenge. Tom’s eye ports were covered by black rubber covers. Tom then gave me my final instruction. “I can not see and you can not speak yet you are going to guide us to our next destination. Shall we begin?” I thought how in heaven's name is this going to work. Tom said, “Look to the left and right. Which way do you see a large red building? We will go that direction”. So this is how it was to be. Tom would ask questions as to where we are then have me guide him in that direction. This is going to be a long long day.
We started walking to the red building in the distance. Tom gave me my instructions as we walked. “Place your hand on my back when you want me to go forward, just push slightly. Then you want me to stop, pull on my back chain. Stop when you need directions and tap my shoulder. I will ask questions about our location. You will answer by squeezing my arm, one squeeze for yes, two squeezes for no. Got it?'' I squeezed his arm once. We walked to the end of the block. I pulled on his back chain and tapped his shoulder. “Is this a big street?” One squeeze. “Is this Weirenherstrab?” Yes. “Walk to the crosswalk, cross the street then turn left.” We crossed at the crosswalk and turned left. “Continue on this street until you reach Severenstrab then turn right.” This is how we progressed for what seemed like hours. Tom knew most of the streets so it was just a matter of him giving directions and my responding. Apparently we were quite a spectacle, two guys in heavy rubber suits and gas masks walking the streets, one guiding the other while both in chains. No one seems all that shocked. Some took cell phone photos. Others merely pointed and laughed, Still others seemed disturbed by what they saw. I didn’t pay much attention to them as I was preoccupied with getting to our destination.
We did well until somehow we ended up in The Ostfriedhof, a huge cemetery. Suddenly there were no street signs or markers for Tom to guide me. We wandered through the maze of tombstones. Tom kept shouting out street names hoping to get his bearings. Come to find out we were wandering aimlessly in a 80 acre (30 hectares) cemetery. I knew that unless we found and exit to a street we would be here forever. Finally after shouting street name after street name Tom must have figured out where we were. “Are we in the cemetery?” Yes! “Head toward the large domed building. It is the entrance on St. Martin Plaz”. Once we reached the building we were able to finally exit Ostfriedhof.
Tom finally told me the destination was the Munich Central Train Station. From then on I could follow the München Hbf signs and the rest of the journey was pretty straight forward. Our only glitch was when we walked through part of Old Town. We were greeted by some teens who were more than curious about our “costumes.” They stopped us and started to mess with us. I didn’t understand what they were saying. I only hoped that things wouldn’t escalate as we were both totally helpless chained up in our rubber suits. Eventually they tired of their fun with us and we were once again on our way.
Our only other obstacle was the heat of the day beating down on our heavy rubber suits. These suits were torridly hot. Sweat was filling up in my lower legs. Movement was slowed to the point that I doubted new would make it. My gas mask was making things even worse. Breathing became more difficult and my lenses were steaming up to the point i could barely see. Tom said “Look for a pair of church towers. That will be the Munich Central square and the Frauenkirche Church, The station is near by.” I saw the towers. We were within five blocks of our goal. Fortunately we didn’t need to go further. A car approached. It was Elki come to the rescue. She ushered us both into the car. It was a welcome reprieve from our arduous odyssey. By now my rubber suits were sodden with sweat. I finally caught my breath for the first time in our journey. I failed to notice where we were going. At this point I was just glad to be free of all that walking.
We drove for quite some time. Tom and Elki chatted in German I assume about our adventure. I thought we were heading back to Tom’s. I also thought about getting out of these suits. That was until I remembered the 18 hour timed padlock we were both wearing. We have many more hours to suffer. My thoughts were interrupted when the car turned into an industrial area and finally pulled up in front of an old abandoned factory. Tom said, “We are here for some photos.” With that we exited the car. Hardly able to protest, we headed into the structure. It was stiflingly hot in the building even though all the doors and windows were long gone. We stumbled through the rubble until we reached an area with some huge rusty machines. Elki began photographing us as we walked. We then posed in front of the machines even pretending to man the controls. We were there for about twenty minutes before heading back to the car. By this time Elki had removed Tom’s eye covers, stating that we will be back here tomorrow for more photos. My only hope is that we would be wearing something different, something cooler.
We now head for Tom’s. It was mid afternoon by this time we arrived. Once inside Elki helped remove our hoods. She extracted the gag I was wearing and I was finally able to speak. All I could muster was “Water, I need water.” As anticipated Elki produces several cold bottles of sport drink. They were a welcome treat. We also had something to eat. We had spent around six hours in our suits, four of those hours walking the streets of Munich and were hungry. I suddenly realized that meant we have another twelve hours before we can get a reprieve from these sweat soaked suits. “Perhaps you would like a chance to lay down and rest.” Tom suggested. It sounded like a good idea. Perhaps I can get in a cum or two while I'm resting”. We headed up the stairs to my room. The good idea suddenly changed as I saw what was waiting for me in my room. A heavy rubber sleep sack was laid out on my bed. “Let's get you comfy.” They slid me in the sack and zipped it up then tightened the straps. “See you in the morning.” What?!? It is mid afternoon. That means I will be strapped in this thing for at least the next fifteen hours! Once again I am left captive wearing heavy layers against my will. How exciting.
Morning finally came. Fortunately I was also able to cum several times as I passed the time in my rubber layers. Tom and a second person came in and helped me shed my rubber layers. I swear I saw steam exit my inner suit as they opened the zipper. I managed to get out of my suits and shower once again. When I exited the bathroom I once again saw something waiting for me on the bed. It was a smooth skin wetsuit. It was a one piece suit with a back zipper. I donned the suit and headed down stairs to see what diabolical plans are waiting for me today. Breakfast was waiting for me. This time hotcakes and sausages.
Tom was busy elsewhere and I found myself alone with another attractive young lady this time dressed in jeans and t-shirt. “Hi, my name is Tye. I am you photographer for today.”
“And what exactly are we photographing today?” I asked.
“Tom has it all planned. I am sure he will fill you in.” More ominous talk.
Tom returned and cheerfully asked, “Did you have a good rest?”
“Yes, I did,” I said with a chuckle.
“Good because today will be another challenge.”
While we all ate, Tom told me more details about yesterday. It seems Elki was following us occasionally photographing our progress. She was particularly fascinated by our exploits in the Ostfriedhof. We hoped to see the photos tonight. After we ate, we went to one of the bedrooms to get dressed for the day. Waiting there were two heavy rubber suits. One was the suit Tom wore yesterday. The other I recognized as a Soviet model UGK-1 Russian diving drysuit. These Rubber Russian Diving Drysuit are amazing. The suit is a chest entry fully-enclosed suit with a built-in integrated hood and mask, attached booties, and attached three-finger mitts. The over-all material of the suit is made of heavy double layer rubber. The rubber was very thick and had only a little bit of stretch and was very strong.
Tom said,”This is your suit.” I first examined the neck and head portion of the drysuit. I could see from the chest entry side that the neck opening was very small and constricting. I would have to push my head through the opening to get it into the hood portion of the suit. The hood was made of the same material. The face mask was bonded to the hood and looked similar to a gas mask with a single tube opening to breathe through. There was no way to open up the face mask from the rest of the suit. At this point I realized the only two openings in the entire suit were the chest entry and the breathing tube. This is going to be another very hot rubber day. I could tell from the design of the suit, I had to start the chest entry with my feet first, going deep into the suit. I was surprised how snug the suit was for me. My feet and legs barely fit, leaving no room to spare.
I could see the next thing I needed to do in order to get into the Russian Rubber Diving Drysuit was to slip my hands and arms into the sleeves. I began to realize this was more work that I originally anticipated and became worried that it might be harder to pull my arms out afterwards than it was for me to get them in. I had thought about other suits I had put on in the past and decided I have had tougher challenges before than getting my arms into this suit. As my hands slipped into the three fingered mitts, I realized my finger dexterity was severely minimized and that my arms were as snug inside the suit as my legs.
The next part was going to be the biggest challenge; getting my head into the hood and mask. I found it was not that difficult to pull my head up inside the chest entry opening, however it was very tight and confining. I realized how small of an opening it was and that it might be difficult for me to be able to pop my head through it. I tried to push my head through the neck opening several times, and then backing off. Suddenly, something inside me told me to “go for it” and I rammed my head full bore into the neck opening. The opening was very tight, however as I straightened my body, my head had no other place to go than through the opening and into the hood and mask that awaited me on the other side. I had to move quickly as my nose and mouth were lodged within the neck shaft, making breathing impossible. I took one big push and my head popped thru into the attached hood and mask that awaited it. Once inside the suit, Tye and Tom secured the chest closure and over flap. There was no need for a time lock. There is no way I can remove the suit by myself.
Tom pulled on his suits and Tye proceeded to duplicate Tom’s look from yesterday by rewrapping and locking the chains. Everything but eye covers were the same. We again headed out to the waiting car. We drove to the same abandoned site as yesterday. I now understood why Tom wore the same outfit. This was to be a continuation of yesterday’s shoot. I was now sealed up inside the Russian Rubber Diving Drysuit for close to an hour. I had been sweating quite a bit and realized I needed to get hydrated. Tye must have read my mind..She produced a long straw with a drinking bottle. She then poked one end of the straw through the breathing tube snout and was able to reach my lips with it. I managed to drink water through the straw.
We retraced our steps from yesterday. Tom’s eye covers were replaced. Today was a little more scripted. I was supposed to pretend I was chaining Tom to the machine while Tye photographed the action. This scene played out for quite some time with Tom and Tye directing the action. Once everyone was satisfied, we moved on. Tom’s eye covers were removed and we proceeded back to the car. Our next venture was a construction site. This was unfortunately outside in the full sun. This Russian Dry suit combined with the smooth skin wetsuit was downright suffocating. We set up near some heavy equipment. Once again we posed and play-acted, with me tying Tom to one of the machines. Fortunately I could speak today. I asked for something to drink. Tye obliged. In a second the drink hit my stomach as a volley of sweat poured down my body. I can not remember a time when I was this hot in a rubber suit. We soldiered on for several minutes and then packed up and headed for the car. By now it was an oven inside and it took a good five minutes to cool off.
Our next destination was some old ruins north of the city. They were mostly rubble with just enough old rubble to resemble ancient ruins. We got out of the car again only to face the scorching sun. We knew the routine pretty well so once it was set up we made short work of the photo shoot. This was fortunate as the sun was so hot I feared my suit would melt. Back in the car to head off to what I was told would be our last destination. This was an antique train museum. We spent a lot of time here photographing Tom and I as well as touring the museum. I admit I was more interested in getting out of this suit than the museum. At least it was cooler here then the last three photo shoots.
We headed for the car and what I hope would be our last stop for the day. We arrived at Tom’s house and exited the car. I asked Tom and Tye to help me out of the suit. They didn’t refuse but suggested they had something to do with the photos and I could wait a bit on Tom’s back patio in the shade. I had no choice. Even though it was cool on Tom’s patio it took several minutes for the heat to dissipate from my heavy dry suit. I must have sat there for at least an hour. I was just about ready to go back in the house to check on Tom and Tye when they both joined me on the patio. Before I could react Tom grabbed my hands from the back and Tye clamped wrist cuffs on each arm. They were connected by a chain which was threaded through the back of the chair. Next came leg cuffs which further shackled me to the chair. “See you in the morning.”
This time I was not as excited about my captivity. I started to complain when I realized that a breathing hose was being attached to my mask. I inhaled hearing the familiar sound of bubbles. I was rebreathing through a bubble bottle struggling for enough air. “Now don’t get too excited or you will run out of air.” Tom said with a devilish chuckle. I wanted to scream but feared if I did it would deplete my air supply and I would not be able to sustain myself. I was stuck for another fifteen to eighteen hours in this suit. All I could do was sit stewing in my heavy suit and constantly basting myself in my own sweat. I was a captive of my own delusions.
As it turned out I did not have to spend the night in this horrible Russian dry suit. Tom and Tye must have felt pity for me and sometime in late evening they came for me and helped me escape from this monster. I was a mess. The smooth skin wetsuit was stuck to my skin as if it were now a part of me. I had hoped to be able to slip into the shower and strip out of this suit sealed to my body. Tom and Tye had other ideas. Waiting for me on my bed was the same heavy rubber sleep sack as last night. I had mixed feelings entering the sack. Before zipping the sack shut Tye found my rubber hooded gas mask and slipped it on my head along with the rubber eye cover. Zipped up and strapped, I was reduced to a rubber toy until morning.
Time dragged on as I lay there in my rubber layers. Since my sense of time was gone, all I could do was to reflect back on my various escapades during this trip. I had gone from a rubber introvert to a rubber extrovert. I had been a rubber toy in the hands of a rubber lady, the life of the party for a hard of gay rubberiest, an award winning member of a rubber social circle, and now an out and out rubber exhibitionist. All and all a total success in rubber self-abasing debauchery. Had I gone too far down this rubber rabbit hole? I asked myself as I lay there strapped in a tight rubber sleep sack wearing a sweat soaked rubber wetsuit topped with a blind rubber gas mask hood. Too far or not far enough? The trip is not over yet.
Morning finally came despite the rubber bondage imposed on me, I slept quite well. I felt the straps being loosed and the zipper opened. I removed the mask only to find I was alone in my room left to fend for myself. Once again there were rubber items laid out on my bed. I was curious as to what they planned for me however my first act was to strip out of this suit and take a shower. I then washed the nearly twenty four hours of sweat and precum out of my suit. I dried off knowing that I would soon be back in rubber again. The items chosen as today’s accouter were none less than my neck entry rubber suit, my Bianca hooded jumpsuit and my micro-perforated hood. This was my costume from the Rubber Bash party. Interesting choice.
I dressed in everything but the hood and headed down stairs to the kitchen. Tom was there and to my surprise was Sky dressed once again in a total rubber doll suit complete with mask and hood.
“Good Morning” I said. “Pleasure to see you again Sky.”
She nodded and we all sat down to eat.
“So what is on the agenda for today?” I asked.
“Since this is your last full day with us, we decided to take it easy on you. There is a small group of us who plan to get together for an impromptu munch. We plan to meet and walk a bit before heading to a club for lunch. Should be fun.” I agreed.
Sky asked about my experience so far. I told her of my self retrospect last evening while bound up in my rubber encasement. To put it simply, this trip has become much more than I could ever imagine. We all smiled.
Before I finished dressing for the day I had to make a call. I needed to set up an appointment with Natasha, the dominatrix, while I was here in Munich. She agreed to see me this afternoon and gave me the address for her studio. This completed, all I needed to do was finish my outfit which simply required stretching the micro-perf hood over my head. Today’s rubber suit should be much more manageable than yesterday. Tom was also dressed in the same costume from the Rubber Bunch in Amsterdam.
We headed for the car. Tom drove us to one of the most famous fetish clips in Munich, the Blitz Club. There was a group of about ten others all wearing rubber. Once we greeted each other and introductions were made, we posed outside the club entrance for photos. We proceeded to various spots for photo ops including Hofbräuhaus, München Müllersches Volksbad (Hallenbad), and The Deutsches Museum. We finally ended up at Boazn - Öffentliche Bedürfnisanstalt where we sat outside enjoying drinks and a quick lunch. The gathering was joyous. I enjoyed the group immensely. We walked a bit after our luncheon then we all parted and Tom Sky and I headed back to Tom’s house.
Once at Tom’s, I removed my jumpsuit and mask, dressed in street clothes over my neck entry rubber suit and hired an Uber to drive me to Natasha’s studio where I was warmly greeted by Natasha herself. I restated the reason for my visit. I wanted to set up a proper rubber fetish brothel in the States and need advice on how to do it properly. She showed me around the studio. Throughout our tour, she emphasized the investment she had made to properly outfit her studio. I was impressed by the expansive array of rubber paraphernalia she has amassed. I recognized many of the items but some were strange to me. This was a virtual rubber playground and I have to admit it was difficult for me to stay on track viewing all these rubber trappings.
After our tour, we sat down and discussed the other challenge to my plan, staffing. She opened up about the difficulty in securing girls to do this job. The pay is substantial to keep and attract good workers. “Despite the fantasy where every girl would like nothing better than to wear rubber and seduce clients, make note they are actors. The best are great actors who know how to play a part well. Be prepared for that.”
While this might have burst my balloon, I understood her point. “So, where do I begin?”
“Let me put it this way, are you interested in advice or a partner?”
Wow, this was a surprise. “I did not anticipate this but tell me more about ‘partner’.”
“Simply this, I will help you set up a studio in the States and we share in the deal. You get all you need by way of counsel and I get an extension of my business in the US.”
I said, “I am definitely interested.”
She said she would work up a rough draft of a business agreement for my review and we would talk again soon. I loved the idea. As a businessman who does deals everyday, this was starting to sound like it could work.
We were about to conclude our discussion when Natasha pointed out something. “I notice you are wearing rubber.” I did not realize that the neck of my rubber suit was showing through my shirt collar. “I see you have some personal interest in this whole studio idea. Perhaps you would like to see one of two of our rubber apparatuses up close?”
I was once again surprised by the offer. I responded, “I am never one to turn down an offer when it comes to rubber.”
“Splendid. Let’s see what we have here. How about this?” She could not have selected a better item. For me this was the holy grail of rubber. It was the Rubber Finest Sarcophagus. The Sarcophagus is the absolute Heavy Rubber Highlight from Rubber's Finest. This unique piece of gear is made of ultra-thick rubber with an internal inflatable bladder. The helmet is also made of ultra-thick rubber, and is also inflatable. Needless to say, this gear can be fully appreciated by extreme rubber fetishists such as myself. This is a latex dream come true!
You see, the sarcophagus is more than just a simple body bag. It offers you total isolation, which is achieved through the thick material. Once in, only the mistress decides when you can leave again. There are two separate air chambers to give you the feeling of floating in the latex and yet this sarcophagus is designed to be escape-proof and also suitable for long-term stays. A heavy rubber helmet has two smell bags attached to the sides.
Natasha helped me undress down to my rubber suit then climb in the bag. Before she added the heavy rubber helmet, she told me “I have another client coming soon so I can not give you a full treatment but I am sure you will enjoy the time nonetheless.” With that she strapped on the helmet and inflated the bag and attached the breathing hoses to the smell bag.
There was a special feeling when being enclosed in heavy rubber that's almost indescribable, and this 'sarcophagus' can easily take me to that feeling. In addition, the helmet has four rubber hoses which connect to 'aroma bags' on each shoulder of the sarcophagus. These hoses deliver breathable air to the person in the sarcophagus which is saturated with the aroma of natural rubber. This may sound odd to the uninformed, but to a rubber fetishist this is additional sensory stimulation which takes the cocoon experience even deeper. I was in a rubber utopia. Within seconds I abandoned all sense of the real world and sank deeper and deeper into a sense of rubber bliss I have never reached before.
Time went by unnoticed. I was in a complete rubber trance not wanting to ever return to reality but eventually reality returned and Natasha slowly extracted me from my rubber womb. She apologized for leaving me unattended for such a long time. It was after she removed the helmet that she realized the state of incapacitation the whole experience had brought me. She helped me to my feet and asked if I thought I could make it home. She called an Uber and I managed to stagger out to meet the car. As I looked back I could see her smiling knowing she had made another conquest.
I returned to Tom’s. It was late and everyone was asleep. I headed for my room. Fortunately this time nothing was waiting for me on my bed. I simply slipped into bed and quickly fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning still in my neck entry rubber suit complete with twenty four hours of sweat and cum. Today was the day I returned to Amsterdam. I needed to shower and pack my items and read for the trip. The plan was to rent a car and drive back alone. I headed for the shower and removed my rubber suit, cleaned it and myself, toweling both off to dry them. I had not decided what to wear for the trip. I assumed I would wear my hero suit under my street clothes as usual. It was then that I noticed someone had laid out a rubber suit for me. I guessed this was selected by Tom and company for my travel apparel. It was my rubber Evolution suit. This is a total enclosure catsuit with hood, glove and feet attached. It has three zippers, one at each shoulder and one on the hood. All three zippers meet in the middle of the back. This seems like an odd choice because, even when worn under street clothes. the hood and gloves would show. I dressed in street clothes for the moment then went down to meet my host.
Tom was in the kitchen making breakfast. I said. “Good morning”
“Good morning. How was your meeting with Natasha?”
“It went better than I expected. She wants to be my partner and help me set up a rubber dominatrix studio in the States.”
“Splendid.”
I asked Tom about the choice of the Evolution suit for travel. “It is a nine hour drive to Amsterdam. As much as I have enjoyed wearing rubber in public, That suit might be a bit too revealing during the trip.”
Tom’s response was, “Don’t worry we have that covered. Tye will join us in a bit and we can discuss the details. For now let’s eat and we can arrange for your rental car.”
As we ate breakfast, I filled Tom in on the details of my visit with Natasha after which Tom drove me over to get my rental.
Back at Tom’s it was time to pack and get on the road. This would be a long trip and as much as I enjoyed Tom’s company, I was eager to head back to Amsterdam. I was happy to see Tye when we returned. I very much wanted to say goodbye to Elki.
“Sky is in Amsterdam. She has plans to meet you there. I understand you wish to attend the KINKY FETISH SM & T-GIRL event this coming weekend. She would like to help you prepare for that. She has made an appointment at the Tee-Gurls shop as soon as you arrive. Now let’s get you ready. Did you see the suit we laid out for you?”
I told her of my concerns. She then showed me their solution. Tom was going to lend me one of his real face silicon masks to cover the rubber hood of my Evolution suit plus a pair of driving gloves to cover my hands. “You will be safe from scrutiny.”
Yes, I thought, but will I be safe from all the tortuous heat and sweat during the long trip? I acquiesced and went upstairs to dress in the rubber suit. It was then that I noticed all my items were neatly packed for me. Seems I would be on my way pretty soon. I dressed in my street clothes over my suit and thought as I looked in the mirror seeing a rubber hooded man looking back at me.
I went back down stairs to join Tye and Tom. Seems they were not done with my preparations. “Please remove your shirt so we can put on the mask.” It was a heavy thing with a long bib that would cover me to my mid chest. “Before we put on the hood we have one more challenge for you. Drop your hood and open wide.”
With that Tye popped a gag in my mouth. Apparently I was to travel in a silent mode. I hesitated but realized that if it became a problem, I could always remove my mask and hood along the way then remove the gag. Tye rezipped the hood ensuring that the gag would stay in place. She spent time getting the three zippers completely closed. Next came the heavy mask. I became concerned. Between the hood and heavy mask, it might prove intolerably hot but I soldiered on at the behest of my hosts. I dressed in my shirt and Tom produced the driving gloves. The three of us then went up and gathered my things and proceeded to load the car. I very much wanted to express my gratitude for their hospitality but was understandably speechless at this point. All I could do was shake Tom’s hand and hug Tye before heading out.
To be continued