© Copyright 2005 - Rubberking - Used by permission
Storycodes: F/m; latex; sleepsack; cons; X
This story was handed down to me by an older Gentleman. I have fictionalized the content so as not to identify any person or persons involved.
"All lives, lived. have meaning to those who but look".
John Clancy Burke.
I sit here. Amid the boxes that holds my rubberwear, our rubberwear.
In my hands, I hold the all-in-one suit I wore that last weekend, our last
time together. And I wonder how it all started.
Not that last weekend, of course, It started well enough.
But, how had it started for her? As for myself, I know that story well
enough.
And now. Here I sit. With hers and my rubber and our other things.
All boxed up and ready to be carted away to some cold storage place. And
soon. I will be carted off too.
God. how I miss her.
Before her, I was all alone and now…
But. You didn’t come over here to hear an old man crying.
But, you young people don’t remember what it was like before wearing
rubber came out of the closet, so maybe I’ll tell you the whole tale.
About how it started for me.
And maybe later. We’ll have that drink together you always offer me.
Now, how did it go…
A young boy was digging in the boxes piled up in the garage. Getting into places that were forbidden is always the calling of the young. And Matthew Wittenberg was no exception to the rule. It seemed that he was always curious. And that he was always getting into trouble. Take now for example. As soon as his father found out that he had been rummaging around in these boxes that he had been expressly forbidden to even go near, he would be on the receiving end of his dads big brown belt and be sent to bed sans supper. That was a given.
And yet, he just couldn’t keep from exploring these boxes that his dad had brought back from the big war. They were full of the things of war and although some things were icky. Like the metal box full of mummified fingers and ears that he had already found. There were other, cooler things in there too. Like the funny smelling box of inner-tube like stuff he had found in the last box. All of a sudden, his senses told him he had better high-tail it into the house. his dad would coming home anytime now, and that probably he would be here any minute.
Quickly, he flipped the box-lids back into some semblance of how they had been before, and picking up the box of rubber stuff. He ran inside and up the stairs to his room. At least he didn’t have to share his room with his sister anymore. That had stopped last year. Now they had separate rooms, across the hall from each other and so, Kimberly saw him as he dashed inside and called out “I’m telling mom! I don’t know what you’ve got in there. But, I bet it’ll get you in trouble!”
He stashed the box at the back of his closet and went back to the door his sister was pounding on and yelling for mom at the top of her whiny voice.
Suddenly, he had a plan. He grabbed a similar box that sat holding his army men and picked it up as he walked back towards the door. He opened it just as their mother was reaching for the knob, his sister blathering about his bringing A-bombs inside the house. His mom looked down inside the decoy box he was holding and then turned and backhanded Kimberly. Screaming at her for telling her lies again. And gleefully letting her know what her father had in store for little girls who tell fibs to their mothers. He hated to let her get a beating. But what the heck! She was a tattletale and a bossy little bratty bitch. She deserved it.
Now off the hook temporally, he retrieved the box he had taken from the garage and opened the flaps. The smell of old inner tubes wafted over him as he reached inside and lifted out the first bundle. It squirmed in his small hands like a living thing as he shook it out, a skin diving suit! Cool! He thought to himself and he laid the suit over his bed and reached in to see what else there was. The next item he found was an open faced rubber hood and some rubber socks and gloves. Strangely, he found another diving suit, this one for a woman because of the way a pair of protrusions stood out from the chest and then several items of underwear. Also inside were several more hoods and a couple of gasmasks. He dumped the rest of the contents on the bed, sat and started sorting them, keeping an ear open for the sounds of footsteps in the hall.
In all he found, four diving suits (two of them rather weird. But we’ll come back to them later. eh.) six assorted types of hoods, three gasmasks, three types of rubber brassieres, four pairs of ladies rubber underwear, a rubber corset, a couple of different kinds of garter belts, four pairs of rubber stockings, four pairs of various lengths of rubber gloves and several things that he couldn’t readily identify.
The women’s things were in several different colors and seemed to be made of different thickness’s of rubber. All of the underwear had cut-outs in weird places and he held one of the rubber-covered plastic tube-like things that he couldn’t identify and examined them for a long time trying to figure out what they were. He suddenly remembered a conversation he had, had with his buddy Witt a few weeks ago about something Witt had found in his sisters dresser drawer. Witt and his brother had laughingly played keep-away, tossing it back and forth, while Jackie, his sister had screamed invectives at them and tried to get it back from them. He said that she had called it a “dildo” and that Witt thought that it was something girls used to jack-off with. Exactly how, he didn’t know. But, remembered seeing a picture from his older brother Steve’s stroke mag's of a woman pushing something very much like this into her vagina. Or “pussy” as the dialog in the magazine had called it.
With that thought, he realized what it was and where it had probably been and dropped it on the bed as he thought about his pretty blond-haired mother pushing it up into her secret place, her “pussy!” Yuck!
However, in a minute or two he picked it up again and ran his fingers over the slightly knurled surface. After a moments contemplation he brought it up under his nose and sniffed. He smelled the rubber smell he expected along with a slightly sharp tangy smell, the secretions of his mother’s vagina. He suddenly felt uncomfortable and squirmed around on the bed. He felt a tightening in his pants and looked down and noticed a lump in his chinos, he had an erection, a boner. The smells of his own mother’s pussy had turned him on. A sharp call from said mother called him down to dinner, causing him to guiltily drop the thing back in the box. Quickly he stuffed everything back into the box along with it and he again put it in the back of the closet for later. During all this, his erection had faded enough so he didn’t have to bend over as he went down the stairs.
Dinner was uneventful, aside from his sister trying to kick him underneath the table and his father looking like he was just picking at his food whilst looking across the table at his mom. He felt another stirring in his pants as he thought about his parents “doing it” all done up in that rubber gear upstairs. For a moment he panicked as he wondered if they might want the stuff he had taken upstairs to his room tonight! But, no he thought. Tonight they were going out to the movies and then over to some friends houses to play cards. They wouldn’t be back till late, and his sister, if she didn’t get into trouble for kicking him under the dinner table, would be going over to her friend Beth’s house for a sleep-over. He would have the house to himself till mom and dad got back after midnight or so.
He had to bite down hard to keep from yelping as Kim got in a particularly vicious kick to his shin, in response he got one in return to the back of her knee. She jumped and started to complain then remembered her sleep-over and thankfully shut up and quit, merely swinging her little legs back and forth and glaring at Matt till dinner was consumed. Afterwards he helped his mom wash and clean the dishes and put them away after they were dry, then he went into the living room and sat on the sofa beside his fathers easy-chair and watched some TV with him for awhile.
He really wanted to ask his dad about the rubber clothes. But, knew that he would really be in for it if he did, he still had a slight boner and he tried not to squirm as he sat. Finally, mom came into the room and said that it was time to drop Kim off and for them to go out. After the usual lecture about not opening the door to strangers and not burning down the house, they all went out the door and got in the family’s old station wagon and drove off down the street. And not a minute too soon either.
He had found out about masturbating a couple of years ago and it’s strange fascination, now his erection was almost painful as he ascended the stairs and fairly ran to his room to try out the illicit pleasure of the weird adult sex stuff he had found. He fairly ripped his clothes off in his excitement, his youthful dick jutting out in front of him proudly erect as he pulled the box out from the back of the closet and dumped it out on the bed. He grabbed one of the suits, and held it up before his still growing frame. At thirteen, he already stood as tall as some men. But it would be a few years until he lost the thinness of youth, the suit he had grabbed had been one of the ladies ones and it was obviously too short for him to wear. It had holes where the breasts would go, and a zipper ran from the top of the pelvic area all the way around and up the back to the neck. Looking closer he noticed that this suit actually had three zipper-pulls, he wondered about that for a moment and than shrugged and dropped it back in the box since he couldn’t use it.
Rummaging around some more, he pulled out a pair of men’s briefs with a tube in the front of the crotch. Intrigued, he laid them aside for the moment and looked some more, he found the men’s suit that he had found before and the other stranger one too. This one had gloves and socks and a hood attached to it, it also had zippers running all over the place and he dropped this one on the floor next to the briefs. In amongst the stuff he found some letters and he sat these on the edge of his bed so he could read these first and then gathered the things he had selected and set the box off to the side. Sitting down, he pulled one of the letters from the opened envelope. It was a receipt for some of the stuff at his feet, it thanked his dad for his purchase and gave him some instructions for the cleaning and the use of the clothing. it said that after use it must be washed in warm soapy water (it recommended removal of the clothing under the shower if possible) and that getting into it would be easier if he used talcum powder on himself beforehand.
O.K. lets try it. He thought. He walked down the hall with the stuff in his arms and pulled the talc out from the medicine chest and stood in the tub and began dusting himself, after a liberal dousing he stepped into the briefs and pulled them up to his waist. He got an idea and stuck his dick into the sheath and finished putting them on, an erotic thrill ran through him as his sensitive skin made contact with the smooth coolness of the rubber. A shudder ran thru him as he stroked his rigid penis through the rubber sheath, almost without warning he started squirting cum into the sleeve. Most amazing of all was that he didn’t get soft right away as he usually did, his dick stayed just about as hard as ever, and he took this as a sign and reached for the rubber suit.
Matt’s body was smaller than his fathers build, but, not by much. As he talced and then stepped into the legs of the suit, he felt an almost electric thrill wash over his skin as he pulled the suit up past his knees and smoothed out the air that had gathered in the feet. once done he pulled the garment up to his waist and pulled the zipper up a little. and then he began slipping his hands and arms into the sleeves of the suit. “This is great! So smooth and comfortable. Cool!” he thought.
Finally, he got his hands inside and smoothed out the air and pulled the zip up with a lanyard to his neck, all that remained to do was put his head in the mask and finish pulling the zipper up. Again he felt an electric tingle as he pulled the mask on over his face and head, he pulled the zip all the way to the top of the head and smoothed everything out and stepped out of the tub and walked over and looked at himself in the dressing mirror. A black ebony figure stood there looking back at him as he turned this way and that admiring his rubber clad body, he felt his dick swelling inside the suit and saw the lump that it made against the front of the outfit. With a final look at himself he opened the door and walked to his room, his legs squeaked as they rubbed together. Entering his room, he sat down on his bed and bent over and picked up the dildo he had smelled his mother’s juices on and brought it back up to his now rubberized face.
With the added smell of the rubber he was wearing, the effect was overpowering, he found himself sticking out his tongue and licking tentatively at the thing. Old and dry as the juice was, it was just pungent enough to make him shoot off again into the shorts he wore under the suit. He gathered the pile of all the rubber and placed it on the bed next to him and lay back against his pillow, reaching down between his legs. He pulled one of the zippers back and watched as the rubber split, and he was able to pull out his still rigid member out from its confines. It wagged in the air before him, unconcerned that he had already came twice already now, he could almost see every vain that ran the length of his penis through the shiny material, he felt hot and was soon starting to sweat in the cocooning rubber surrounding him.
Something possessed him to grab the mound of rubber and he picked up the other ladies suit and looked at the twin sheaths that dangled down between the legs. He reached out with his other hand and stroked the rubber that was plainly meant to line his mothers pussy and rectum (he had read about it in the letters), he held the suit against his body and rubbed his chest and penis with it. Electricity flowed through him as the friction of the two suits sent shivers up and down his body, he was in a world of rubber covered ecstasy, he saw visions of women in rubber doing things to him, a picture of his mother clad in the garment he held caused him to swell even more as he jerked helplessly in the beginnings of a tremendous cum.
Then suddenly, the door to his bedroom flew open and his father and mother charged into the room and saw his rubber covered form caught in extremis on the bed. After the walloping he received he couldn’t sit down for a week. But it didn’t matter, all the screaming his mother and dad did about therapy didn’t matter, the frank talk he had with his father about his dad’s and now his “problem with rubber” didn’t matter.
Matt was now and would forever be… a rubber fetishist.
* * *
Matt sat on the steps of his house with his head in his hands and wondered what to do next, his wife Becky had told him to get out and that she would be having him served with the divorce papers next week. She had known about his rubber fetish when they had gotten married six years ago. But, she herself wasn’t really into his strange “hobby” as she had called it and so he had kept it to himself and unfortunately, it had driven them apart over the years. until finally, she had given him the choice between his “sick perversion” and living with her. There hadn’t been any other choice really. He was moving out today.
She had hoped to humiliate him by tossing his rubber clothing out into the street early in the morning and screaming at him all about it, so that everyone on the block could see what a pervert poor Becky had, had to live with all these years. She would be using that same tactic in court to wrest as much money away from him and his consulting business as she could, he already knew she would get everything she wanted anyway, the extra humiliation was just a way for her to drive a knife in and twist as he left her behind and started over again.
Weeks later and set up in some nice digs, he sat in the local underground fetish and S/M club, “the collared slave.”
Looking up from his drink he noticed the lady come through the front door in tight rubber hobble dress and sit down at the bar across from him and watched as she ordered a maiti and lit up a cigarette. In most respects, she would normally have been called a plain looking woman. She had medium length brownish hair and a rather round face with a lilted nose that made her appear younger than her years, she wore light make-up that brought out her best features, her slightly oriental looking eyes and her high narrow eyebrows framed her pleasant face and her wide full lips were gleaming in the deep red lipstick as she drew on the cigarette between them. Her rather tall and unfashionably curvaceous frame filled out the dress she wore wonderfully.
In the sixties, although free love was the order of the day. Very few people were willing to admit to loving rubber clothing and fewer still would admit to a love of S/M, since it was still considered to be a mental health problem and perversion was still grounds for arrest and commitment to a mental ward in most states. Still in most cities, underground clubs catered to the whims of the growing fetish community and if you knew where to look you could always someone to play with if you wanted. Matt knew he hadn’t seen this woman in any of the clubs in town and wondered if she was new in town or just new to the scene.
When she had finished her drink he had the bartender another on his tab and gave his card to the man to pass over to her. She looked at him shyly as the bartender explained about the drink and passed the card to her, he smiled as she asked something and pointed back at him as they talked for a few moments. She looked him up and down for a minute, taking in his black rubber catsuit and the lightly boned waist-cincher he wore, she looked down for a moment and then got up and approached him on the other side of the bar and sat down next to him. With a flash of teeth, she smiled and put out her hand.
“Hi, my name is Terry. I see you like rubber too, since you already bought me a drink, I thought I should at least come over and say hello. I saw on your card that you are in consulting, me too! I work for Tate and Le`roy downtown, its boring as hell, but, it pays the bills. I’m 30, single and very kinky. So Matt, tell me about yourself and your love of rubber. And maybe we can get to know each other a little bit better, Hmm?”
He felt a slight tingle as he shook her small cool hand and smiled back and said “well, I’m 28, recently divorced and I’ve loved rubber and rubbersex since I was thirteen years old. I have an extensive wardrobe of rubber and I love to play with it, with the right people of course. It’s strange, I’ve just met you and already I feel some kind of connection with you, I understand if you don’t feel the same way. But still, I think we’re going to be good friends already. What do you say to that Terry? Could it be… love at first sight?”
She blinked and took a step back off her stool as if reeling from his words and then she stepped in closer to him, looked him in the face and said frankly “As a matter of fact, I do believe in love at first sight and yes, I too feel as if we were meant to meet here today. I just moved to town last week and it took me a while to find the underground here in this city, a girl I met at work saw the pair of dildo panties I wore to work one day as I was peeing and I was petrified she would turn me in, instead she scribbled this address on a card and sent me here. I don’t believe in coincidences Matt, I feel like I was sent here to meet you, just so you could fall in love with me. Also, I don’t believe in pussyfooting around, remember that and we’ll get along great. Now let’s get out of here and you can take me home with you and show me all you naughty rubber toys and clothes O.K.?” They looked at each other for a moment longer and the Matt paid the tab and they left and drove the two miles to his apartment.
She asked if he had any women’s rubberwear at home as he turned the key in the lock and the entered his humble abode.
“All I have like that, is some stuff my mom and dad used to play with back in the late forties that they left it to me when they died two years ago Terry, and I don’t know if they’ll fit you. But, you can find them hanging in the back of the closet there in the hallway with everything else. I’ve added to my own collection slowly over the years, as you know since you like it too, there’s only a very few makers of regular or custom-made rubber clothing and it’s really hard to find in general. Thank god for Atomage and Kastily’s, huh?”
“Yeah, all my stuff came straight from Atomage, I cost me a pretty penny as it was, still I love the way it feels on my body and the way it hugs me, Hmm. This is a much larger collection than mine though. You have good taste Matt.” She said as she sifted through the many catsuits and all in one’s hanging there, she picked the black rubber suit out that he had rubbed against himself that night all those years ago and held it up before her, it looked like it was made for her, the cut would fit her even more perfectly than it would have on his mom, he had to see her in it. She smiled a wicked little smile as he told her of the history of that particular suit and begged her to try it on.
She motioned him down and planted a soft, moist kiss on his lips and suggested he find something really kinky to wear and walked off with the bundle she had picked out and headed to the bathroom to change, the heels of her knee-high high-heeled boots clicked as she walked down the hallway, making him stiffen just from hearing it. He looked in the closet and found a newer one-piece hooded catsuit with feet, gloves, a pair of sheaths to cover his cock and to line his ass with and a respirator built in to the mask, he poked around and found a pair of thigh-high tight fitting rubber soft-legged waders and the belt that held them up and set to work taking off his corset and current outfit.
He had just finished pushing the sleeve up and into his ass with the help of a long thin dildo he had for just such a purpose, when he heard her heels coming up the hall, he finished smoothing the rubber and turned. She was a fetishist’s wet dream. The rubber glistened in the hall light as she approached him, along with the catsuit, she had added a pinhole eyed rubber mask, gloves, a thick rubber long-line corset, stockings and her own boots, her hair shot out the back from the long rubber tube on top and swished back and forth as she walked like a horses mane.
She walked up to him, ran her hand down his rubber-covered chest, hooking her leg around his. She said softly “Love me in rubber? Good, because when I wear it I love to be dominant. What do your other mistress’s call you when you play?”
“Rubberslave 09, mistress, you look very, very hot. Should I kneel? And how should I address my mistress?” he asked in reply.
“Yes, you should kneel. But, not just yet. Do you have a playroom to play in? Rubberslave 09. If so lead the way so that I can start putting you through your paces, I think that this is going to be the beginning of a wonderful relationship, don’t you Matt? And mistress Tara is what they called me back in NYC. I think it will do nicely here, now lead the way.” She ran a finger along the length of his cock as he passed and whistled as she watched his butt as she followed him down the hall way to his second bedroom.
The acrid smell of rubber permeated the room, every surface was covered in shades of rubber, many different kinds of S/M equipment hung from hooks or hangers from the rubber covered surface of the walls, even the furniture was covered or dipped in it. The defused lighting made the whole room and the two figures that walked in seem alien somehow. Matt went to the center of the room and knelt as Terry walked the circuit of the room, among his treasures were a massive rubber covered X-frame, a suspension harness and a home-made vacuum bed sat upright against the wall, wenches and a thick rubber rectangle, depending from four chains hung from the ceiling. A large king-sized bed sat in the far corner, the canopy was covered in black rubber, and even the sheets were rubber. In the third corner, medical looking equipment stood ready to monitor the lucky recipient of a rubber nurse’s attentions.
Instead, terry walked over and opened the walk-in closet and started rummaging around, apparently she found what she wanted since she exited and rolled out a thick bundle of rubber on the bed. He recognized it, it was his double sleep-sack. She unzipped it and motioned him over with a flick of a shapely wrist, she had him lay down inside and fitted his arms into the restraining sleeves in the bags sides, immobilizing him. His dick was rock hard as she climbed inside with him and drew his respirator mask up and over his head and sealed it, shutting off anything he might have wanted to say to her. Then she zipped the zippers up on the sleep sack, sealing them in they’re rubber cocoon together and wrapped her small hand around his hard dick as it strained in it’s rubber prison
“And now, my rubber lover. Let’s see what we can do about this, then. And lover, I’m a little tired tonight. So, we’re staying in for the rest of tonight, and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you and tell you all of my rubber fantasies, and all the things we’re going to do together with all of our toys. And friends, we need lots of friends to play with too...” She had been rubbing against him as she said this. Then, he felt her slide her hand down and push the head of his cock into the cleft of her mons, enter her and slide smoothly in, her muscles massaged his dick as she began riding up and down on his encased member, eliciting a gasp from her lips and she continued.
“Yyeesssss! Good and hard! Just like I like it. This is my first time in a sleep-sack, and I like it! Fuck me hard, rubberslave! Gggoooodddd! So ggoooddd. This is sooo kinky! And you, you’re mine now slave. I’m going to take a perverse delight in devising ever more ingenious rubbersex to experience with you. OH! GODD! Yeeeaaaahhh! Fuck your mistress’s rubber cunt! Fuck it good! I feel you swelling the rubber in me! Don’t cum yet slave! I command that you hold back! Just for a bit my love, we’ll get there yet. But, I’ve got something for this!” she pulled off his dick and he soon felt a crunching rubber ring constrict around the root of his cock and balls. She had clamped off his cock! He had almost started spitting out his come into the sheath, when the ring arrested it before he could shoot, his dick wagged about against his stomach as the muscles contracted, but, nothing came out. It stopped after a few moments, his cock wasn’t going down though and she dipped her hips back down and started to ride his rigid member again.
He shrieked into the mask, it felt like an oven inside the sack now and her cunt was practically castrating him as both his encased cock and balls sank into her grasping pussy.
“How do you like the little rubber band dear? They come off of broccoli and don’t cost a thing. I like all the modern toys you’ve got here. But, sometimes less is more, don’t you think? And honey, we’ve just started! Yeah! That’s it. Right there! gggooodd! I’m cumming! Yyyeeaahhh! Fuck me Matt! Your cock is so hard right now! I feel it pulsing inside me. Trying so hard to shoot your cum in me! GGGoooddd! I love it! YYYess! Again! I’m cccrreeemmiinngg! AH! HA! UH! UH! UH! Huh. Huh huh…. Oohhh. Ooohhh! Mmmooorrree! Yes. Yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes. YES!”
It seemed like she rode him for hours, and maybe she did. But, after the hours that it seemed like. She slid off him and pulled the thick rubber band from around his still rigid jewels and mounted him again, this time she brought him to the brink and started clamping down with everything she had. Tears were flowing down his cheeks as he shot everything he had in one blow and started to drift off to sleep.
She rested her head against his shoulder and said “Well my love, was it everything you hoped for from a rubber mistress? I know you just met me today… But, I want to move in with you, tomorrow if possible. I’m off for two more days and I can have all my stuff in here before then. I know I’m being very forward now. But will you marry me? If so then we can live a blissful life of rubber bondage and sex for the rest of our lives, I’m totally faithful unless you say otherwise, and we can play forever in our rubber world. I know about Becky, I roomed with her once at collage and I figured that she was going to screw you over for your money and dump you. She was like that in the frat, she got what she wanted and split, it was just what she did to you. She wrote me letters often and told me what a pervert you were and how sick she thought it was when she had had sex with you, in your rubber and all! The pompous bitch! She had what I had wanted all my life. A rubber loving man, one who was good and true! Who only wanted to live and love in rubber, who wanted to share the joy of sex in shiny latex and submit to her totally, a man I could love. I know this a lot to absorb in one evening. But, I hope you will think about it as we sleep in our rubber bed, in a lovely rubber sack, wrapped in delicious rubber and I’ll take the mask off and ask what you think about all this in the morning darling.” With that she snuggled up closer against his chest and both of them slowly fell asleep dreaming of sex in rubber.
It never really was in question as to what they did after that, he married
her the next weekend, the wedding dress and his tuxedo shone dully in the
sunshine as they slipped the rings on each others fingers and walked out
of the church and into a new life. After the honeymoon, which would take
a pornographic book itself to do justice to, they settled down and got
to know each other much, much better. She took control of him and his house
and his finaces, freeing him to do his work without interruptions and spurring
him on when he needed it, soon they had more money than they knew what
to do with, they could quit their jobs and live comfortably just on her
investments alone. Still they worked, just to have something outside the
house to do.
And they were happy. Really, really happy.
They played all the time and came up with all kinds of rubber and bondage games to play at and had a great time doing it. They lived the life of riley.
They were content.
The years went by slowly and with a gentle, measured tread and they’re love for each other grew deeper and deeper with each passing season. They tried often to have children and the doctors said nothing was wrong. But, none were forthcoming. They didn’t mind, they’re lives were filled already with the thrills of rubbersex and they were still very happy together. Finally they adopted and raised a boy and girl, trying not to smile as their children grew and found mates of their own finally.
The nineties ushered in a new dawn. The young people brought rubber out of the closet and out in to the public eye, and soon all of the old perverts were now considered celebrities and Terry and Matt started going out to the huge fetish balls held around the world. The kids in the clubs thought it was great seeing this old rubberist couple, still kinky, still funny, still so in love after all these years. He was 65 and she was 67 as the new millennia dawned.
In 2006 Terry started having problems breathing, it hit her one night as they slept suspended half-standing in twin vacuum beds facing each other. The computer monitors sensed the problem and called for an ambulance and paramedics, then it released Matt and he got her out of the bed and was giving her oxygen when they came and took her to the hospital. She was O.K. but, she had to have a status chip inserted to monitor her vital functions, still they had sex every day and spent what time they wanted attending fashion shows and hanging out awards, greatly enjoying the burgeoning scene.
One morning, a soft beeping awakened Matt as he slept next to Terry in the big rubber bed they shared together, he rolled over and put his wrinkled arm around her now aged and scrawny body and started to drift back to sleep when he noticed that she was cold even through the rubber. He turned her over and saw the thing that he feared most in the world, she wasn’t breathing, she was dead. But she looked so peaceful…
They had, had a good nights sleep after a night of sex and submission in rubber bags and she had looked at him kind of funny as they slipped beneath the sheets, as they held each other close and kissed goodnight, she had looked kind of pale and tired and wan. She said “I love you Matthew Wittenberg, with all my heart and soul, I have all these years and I wouldn’t change that for the world. But, I just want you to know, that if something happens and I go before you. I don’t want you to give up, you lovely old perverted coot! I want you to find yourself a nice girl and carry on with our fun, I want you to get out there and live for as long as you can. Don’t ever give up and lay down and die, as I well know you might. Or I swear that I’ll come back and haunt you if you don’t. I don’t really know why I’m telling you all this, I feel O.K. but, if something does happen, just remember I loved you and I want you to be happy and go on without me. It’s been a wonderful life I’ve lived with you, a life lived in rubber, the two loves of my life, right here with me.” She pecked him on the lips and snuggled up against him and soon they went to sleep, small wrinkled smiles on their faces, so in love still.
Until now.
The emergency team burst through the door as he held her stiffening corpse in his arms and he openly wailed at the unfairness of life and for the huge hole that had just opened up in his chest. A large part of his soul went with her as the EMT’s gently took her cold frame from his weakening arms and took her body away. The funeral was well attended by the young people, their kids and their older rubberiest friends, they all felt for the hunched old man that with his wife, had built all that they now enjoyed.
In August 2007 rubberists became an entitled minority in the world government,
with protections that had been long denied to them finally being restored
after the safe-sex guidelines were rewritten last year. Rubbersex was now
mandatory world-wide, rubber was saving the population from the STD’s that
ravaged humanity. And here sat one of the pioneer’s of the rubber movement,
crying for the loss of his wife and lover, it was heart wrenching to watch
as Matt wailed and cried all through the service and threw himself on the
coffin as it was being drawn into the crematoria, he had to be restrained
until it was over so he didn’t join her in death.
The friends that had to hold him cried with him and led him gently
off to the local pub to help him try to drown his sorrows, it didn’t work.
Nothing could fill the gap in his life Terry had left behind.
“… And now we get back to you and me youngster. And that drink you’ve asked if I wanted to have with you across the back fence for the last two years, ever since you and that pretty young wife of yours moved in next door here. I heard her talking with Martha from the other side of the electro-fence, if she were bringing her mother home to stay with you for a few weeks, hope she’s single? What do you say there boy, maybe you can fix an old fella up, huh? Thanks for the beer. Aaahh. Nice and cold. Wish it had more alcohol in it. But, nowadays you take what you can get, eh. Hello what’s this!” the old man exclaimed as a jet-car came down out of the sky and alighted in the driveway of the house next door, out of the bubble cap came the neighbors blonde wife and she waved at them as she went around to the other side and helped out a strikingly beautiful woman in her mid-fifties dressed in the height of modern rubber fashion. A see-through wafer-thin purple tinted catsuit disclosed a well-boned rubber bondage corset pulling her waist down to the teens in width, black tinted ultra high-heeled crotch-high boots made her teeter slightly on her feet as she walked arm in arm with her daughter over to converse with the men. As she approached closer Matt could see a Maxi-fuck mechanical sex device working back and forth in her holes making her even walk more unsteadily.
The pair stepped up onto the porch and towered over the men seated, dressed in their Accu-suck rubber self-sex suits, they waited to see what the women would say as the two men reached orgasm together just from looking at the two sex goddesses in front of them, the cum being absorbed into the protein extractors and the edible mixture being eaten as an in between meal snack these days. The future looked good for rubberists. The alien looking insect-eyed mask of the younger mans wife made a motion and she used her hands to motion an introduction of her mother, her breath whistled out of the internal gag in the wife’s mouth and out the breathing tube set in her mask. The rest of her see-through catsuit hardly covered the luscious breasts and glistening sex bereft of hair and spread open like a flower by the genital piercings and the chains depending from her waist-cincher.
The older woman spoke in musical tones, “Hello, my name is Michele Redfern and my daughter tells me that you are Matt Wittenberg, the founder of the rubberist movement and winner of the Nobel peace prize for humanity? I must admit I’m very impressed, it’s not everyday I find the savior of humanity living next to my little girl and her rubberslut husband. Would it be forward of me if we sat and talked for a while, I feel a strange connection that brought me here to meet you. I’m a level 4 sensitive mind-worker you know and I’m usually right about these things, my daughter told me about your wife, I’m so sorry for you. I lost my Samuel four years ago this last may, so I know what you’re going through. I was in Warsaw a few years ago when you and Terry addressed the Security Council about instituting rubber clothing to fight the spread of SMARM bacillus that was going about in vaginal and male secretions then, I liked what you had to say, I think it saved a lot of lives. Maybe I can come over later after I put these two to bed and we can play a little, if you want? I have some new sex toys for males I would like to try out on you, if you’d like.”
“Yes,” Matt said “I’d like that very much, you remind me
of Terry with her own straight-forward manner and some real sex would be
very welcome right about now, I’ll make a call and put off retiring for
a while I guess, I’m very pleased to meet you Michele. I think we could
have a lot of fun together. Would you like a drink? I still have some real
old-fashioned rum in the bar if you’d like a taste of the bonafied?” the
woman nodded with a wry grin and said she’d like that a lot.
He watched her lead her children off to put them through some
rubbersex of they’re own. He’d see her later on, the future was looking
brighter all the time.
END.
THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION AND ANY REVILATIONS CONTAINED
WITHIN WILL HAVE TO BE REALIZED IN THE COMMING YEARS
“GOOD LUCK AND HAPPY RUBBERING!”
06.03.05