© Copyright 2005 - Rbrbill - Used by permission
Storycodes: M/f; latex; bond; susp; enclosure; cons; XX
"To the woman with who has everything. Happy Birthday!"
Julie is twenty-one today. She is spoiled. The daughter of a wealthy business magnate, Julie lives a pampered life of luxury. Julie lives in her own townhouse, paid for by Daddy. Julie drives a BMW roadster. Julie attends the best eastern school. Julie shows off her wealth any chance she can. Julie pretty much has everything. Julie flaunts her wealth regularly. She looks down on the regular people. She’s a snob.
Julie likes to go to the "Dark Shadows" club on Friday and Saturday nights. Julie dresses in a tight black leather skirt and top for these visits after cinching her slim and athletic body into a corset. She wears latex stockings under her thigh high laced stiletto boots and latex gloves. The patrons don't see the latex panties or bra that she wears every night. She teases the single guys and flirts outrageously with the staff. She flashes her smile and diamond ring to anyone who does or doesn’t care. She lets most of her pickups for the night know that she is only interested in one thing and for one night.
I am Julie's close acquaintance, I cannot say friend since Julie really has no friends, and plan the ultimate experience for the girl who can rightly claim to have everything. I know Julie's secret desires. I've seen her collection of erotica in her townhouse. I've broken into her personal computer files and have seen the hundreds of pictures of people in various levels of latex bondage.
"Follow the instructions of this message and receive the gift of a lifetime."
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I’m not sure why Julie has never taken her fantasy beyond photographs or stories and magazines. I only guess it’s her external self assurance that masks the inner fearful child. She fights between the desire to dominate and the longing to be controlled. Never revealing her inner feelings over the years has created a reservoir of passion behind that dam wall she uses to protect herself. The lake is full. The waters are deep. The dam about to burst.
As a teen, she went to private schools. She was known as being well off. Boys fawned at her feet because she was exquisitely beautiful. “If her daddy’s rich, take her out for a meal…” has real meaning. The boys were careful with her. She learned to take control of the situation when she felt the need for more. Yet part of her wanted submission. The battle of her desires raged inside and she covered the feeling all too well. Besides boys were so inept. They just wanted one thing and it was not the thing of deep passion or lasting relationships. It certainly was not the thing of strong fetish fantasy of control and domination. That first time she saw a latex enclosed being on line was quite a jolt. She knew immediately that such an extreme domination demanded a deep trust and emotional bond that she so longed for.
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Julie knocks, "Rap, rap...rap."
The door opens. A shadowy figure in latex beckons Julie to enter. Julie steps out of the dimly lit alley into the bright lights of the back hall.
Julie watches the shiny rubber-sheathed figure gliding down the hall. Julie is mesmerized. She has never seen such a figure in life, only in electronic images on the computer. The figure is obviously female. She wears shiny black latex from head to toe. It seems to be painted on her, the outfit is so tight and perfectly sized. The head is enclosed in a gasmask/hood combination. The eyes are hidden behind darkened lenses. Air hoses pass from under the nose around to the back to a small black cylinder with silver rings. Julie hears the tortured breathing of the being and thinks of Darth Vader, or is this Darthia Vader? Julie follows.
The figure stops at an open wood door and points inside the room. Julie follows the point an sees another brightly lit room. It is all tile and gleaming ceramic. It has a shower, a large stainless steel table, some stainless steel chairs, a padded stainless steel gurney, a padded stainless steel medical examination chair, a stainless steel sink. Everything is white and clean and not very inviting.
Julie hears a voice that seems to come from the ceiling, "Do you wish to continue?"
Julie, hears her voice croak, "Yes." She steps into the room. The door closes behind her and the rubber clad figure is gone, remaining in the hall.
The voice again commands, "Remove your clothes."
Julie stands a moment. She has never been commanded this way before. Then she hears, "Do you wish to continue?"
Without thinking Julie takes off her clothes. She is naked save her rubber panties and bra. The leather skirt, top and latex stockings, gloves and corset sit in a pile near the chair she uses.
"The panties and bra, too." The mysterious voice commands. Julie complies and shivers as she stands naked in the bright room.
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Julie discovered the on-line fetish clothing sites. She ordered a few items. It wasn’t that she couldn’t afford any item she saw. She just wasn’t sure of the depth of her desire. The awesome appearance of the models made her throb inside. The kinkiness of the things sent shivers through her body. The sluttiness of the idea of succumbing completely to such a sexually stimulating material seemed to stop her.
Still she ordered the stockings, gloves, panties and bra. She stopped short of a catsuit or hood. She purchased some tight leather outer wear, skirts, jackets, jeans and a vest. She bought a satin corset on a lark. Then she bought the boots later. She really loved her new discovery and the power she felt when she went out fit right into her outer image that she always portrayed. But her inner self wanted something else. What would it be like to be completely helpless and controlled by latex passion for a night, a week? It was truly something she thought she’d never know.
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"There is a soap lotion on the shower. It removes your hair and moisturizes your skin. You will take a ten minute shower now."
Julie stands, searching for the voice, or any sign of what this is about.
"Do you wish to continue?"
Julie thinks about this. "To the woman who has everything" enters her mind. "...the gift of a lifetime," she steps to the shower and turns on the water.
She steps in and begins to shampoo her body with the soap. She watches as her hair begins to fall from her body, first the light arm and legs hairs, then her pubic hair, then her long locks on her head. She knows that her eyebrows are gone. She feels the smooth softness where stubble once was under her arms. She feels the smooth clean softness of her entire body and shivers.
A towel sits near the shower and she takes it up to dry herself. It is thick and soft an scented of lilacs. She dries her hairless skin and realizes how invigorating and erotic soft terry cloth on bare skin feels.
"Go to the basin and administer an enema." The expressionless voice says.
Julie sees the basin. It sits inside a small area with a lip and drain. She sees the tubing and the wand. She sees the bag hanging from a medical cart with tubing to the sink as well as attached to the wand.
Again Julie pauses. She remembered one time when they did some sort of colon exam having an enema. She did not like that. Daddy promised a gift if she took the thing bravely. She got her gift.
Now she wonders how to do this thing. She has seen the pictures on the computer of people with tubing and things hanging from their private places but this is real.
"Do you wish to continue?" The ever present voice.
This time Julie timidly says, "Yes, but how?"
She hears a door open and close. Now a female in gleaming white rubber approaches. She is wearing a green rubber apron with a red cross on it. Like the figure in the hall, she wears as gasmask/hood combination with breathing tubes connected to a tank.
The nurse helps Julie to the sink and gently lubes her ass opening. The slick rubber fingers probe Julie and she moans in response. “Why has she never tried this before?” she thinks. “I can afford this anytime. I can afford a live-in slave to serve me.” Julie lets the lubing continue and as the wand slowly slides inside her sensitive opening she actually is thrilled at the process. Her pussy is wet as she is excited by the experience. She fingers her clit and moans lightly as the warm mix of water and soap flows into her insides then drains to the floor. The brown fluid looks awful. It is disgusting to see the shit like this. Another fill and flush. Then another fill and flush. Five times Julie fills and flushes the water. The last two time are just water and finally she sees clear water draining from her ass. Her lower intestine is clean.
“That will do for now. Go to the chair to your left and put on the panties you find.”
Julie walks to the chair indicated. She sees latex panties. They are high-waist panties and fitted with two large probes. The rear probe is hollow and rigid, like steel covered rubber. It has a tapered end with a rounded and smooth opening. The other probe is solid and has ribbing on along its length. Each probe is long, seven inches. The rear probe is narrowest, only about an inch in diameter. The pussy probe is about two inches in diameter. A second finger hooks up from the base of the dildo. It will easily cover the clit. Its last inch is concave and contains little buttons of hard rubber. Julie isn’t sure exactly what these panties might do for her but the contraptions certainly look entertaining. Garters are attached to the reinforced waist of the panties.
Julie slips the panties on her legs. The panties ease up her smooth thighs and she slowly eases the two plugs inside her. The enema experience has removed any inhibition of sliding something into the ass. The dildo for her pussy isn’t much different from her vibrator at home and it slide in easily. The little finger hovers just above her clit but isn’t in contact, yet.
“Now the bra.”, says the voice.
Julie sees the long-line bra. She picks it up and notices the little holes for her nipples. She fingers the holes and feels little rough rubber nubs along the edge. She thinks these things will hurt when her aroused nipples begins to be squeezed and she hesitates.
Julie feels the invaders inside her body. She shivers as the realization that her desires of total domination may be at hand. She wonders who the mystery voice is and how he knows her secret desires. She’s never told anyone about her cache of pictures and stories of total enclosure and rubber domination she has.
Her thought stop short of concern or worry. She feels the tight rubber. Its tactile presence against her skin drives her desire to discover the end of this journey.
“Do you wish to continue?” That voice so comforting and so in control.
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The guy seemed typical of the men she met at the club. Her was dressed in leather jeans and a vest over a silky shirt. He wore a Zorro mask which was kind of funny. He been watching her from a corner but not overtly. Other guys jostled to be next to her. Some of them literally panted as they caught the scent of leather, hot woman and the sweet hint of rubber. This guy finally sauntered over and asked pointedly if she had enough attention for one night.
She was taken aback by the question. She always was the center
of attention. Too much attention? Never, yet that inner voice
cried “yes.”
The guy suggested she join him at his table and they could chat about
things. She said she didn’t “chat” about things. He said that
was fine. He set down the drink he’d bought for her and said that
when she got tired of the children, she should come over to his table.
This took her aback. She moved to object to his insinuation of her choices in company but she was opening her mouth to his back.
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She slips the bra on her chest and fastens the hooks in the back. She adjusts the front and her tits slip perfectly into the bra. Her nipples pass through the holes and the light pain of the nubs reaches her brain. She feels the dildo sliding in her juices and realizes the pinch of the nubs is arousing, not bad.
“Now the stocking and gloves. Attach the tops to the garters on the panties.”
Julie rolls the stocking up her legs. She feels the tight rubber embracing her smooth skin and shivers as she slowly sinks into a carnal lust in rubber. She smoothes the rubber on her skin and shakes as she snap the garters to the tops. She slips her fingers into each glove and her fair skin disappears behind shiny ebony latex. The gloves reach to her shoulders. She feels the rubber warming her skin. She touches the base of the dildo in her pussy and squirms to feel the thing in her ass wiggle. She shivers and giggles. The note said, “..receive the gift of a lifetime.”
Another rubber vixen comes into the room. This might be the first that led Julie into the building as she looks exactly the same. This one carries a latex catsuit and puts it on the chair.
“Put on the suit.”
Julie doesn’t hesitate. She picks up the suit and begins to slip into its rubbery void. She feels the second skin covering her legs. She eases it over her hips and feels it press the little finger to her clit. She notices the small opening above the vaginal spot and the larger opening at the rear. She pushes her arms into the thick rubber tubes and find the attached gloves. It takes a bit to push her wrists past the narrow cuffs but the lubrication helps her slide her fingers into the fitted gloves. She pulls the suit to her neck and shrugs it into place. The silent assistant zips the back of the suit to just below her neck. The tight rubber squeezes her and molds to her form and she thrills as the rubber heats up and she feels total enclosure for the first time in her life. She thinks, “…receive the gift of a lifetime.”
“Open the cupboard and put on what is in it.”
Julie opens the white cupboard and find black rubber crotch high ballet boots. She fondles the soft gleaming latex. It is thick and flows lifelike in her fingers. She lifts the left boot and begin to pull on her leg. The thick rubber squeezes her leg in a delicious vice. She has a hard time pulling the boots on as they do not have any zippers and are not very stretchy. She repeats the process with her right leg. The tight latex boots grip her legs. The tops bite into her thighs at her crotch. The tops even push the little demons inside her openings minuscule further into her depths. She shudders.
“Walk in the boots.”
She gets up and tries to step. She falls on her ass with a thump. She yelps as the intruder inside her ass suddenly penetrates deeper. Julie pulls herself back to the chair and sits, panting hard.
“Do you wish to continue?” The anonymous voice quietly asks.
“Yes!” exclaims Julie.
The rubbery helper gently guides Julie to the medical examination stool. She helps Julie into the seat and begins to strap her calves to the legs of the stool. She pulls a strap tightly over Julie’s thighs. Then she takes Julie’s arms and hooks a short length of chrome chain to her wrists, using almost hidden rings attached to the thick reinforced cuffs.
Julie shakes and gasps. She opens her mouth to say something.
“Shhhhhh. Do you wish to continue?” The quiet voice intones.
Julie nods.
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He said his name was Thomas. She didn’t probe more. She told him her name as she sat at the table. He asked her what she was looking for. This was a bit of a shock. She didn’t know she was “looking for” anything. He expounded saying “adventure?”, “companionship?”, “one night stand” or “long term?”, “love or sex?”
She went pink and felt the heat in her cheeks. She moved to leave then hesitated. The fellow had bluntly told her what she wanted. He’d been honest. She sat. He nodded and took her hand and led her from the club. She was afraid but then not too afraid. She’d left the club many times with guys. The street was light. It was still early and peole were about. They walked and were soon at a little neighborhood park. He sat on a bench and tapped the seat next to him. He talked. He explored. He didn’t reveal much of himself yet he seemed to know much of her. He told her she was selfish and spoiled. She had never wanted for a thing. She was someone used to getting her way. She longed for challenge. She wanted to know what it was to work for something. The easy life was too easy.
She listened. She answered short questions. He stood and commented about the time. He asked if she needed an escort home. She said yes and they were soon at her apartment. He waited at the door. She went inside and looked back to say goodbye then invited him in.
He sat on the couch and talked some more. She was amazed at how he could sift through her mind and expose some of her feeling. She hid most but he got glimpses beyond any she ever expected to reveal. She went to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. He actually fell asleep on the couch.
She was offended by this! She shook him awake and ordered him to leave. He slowly stood and looked through the filmy nighty she wore. He said nothing but left. She tossed in her bed until morning.
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The helper pulls a chain from the nearest wall and attaches it to the length of chain holding the wrists. The chain pulls tightly enough to lift Julie’s arms to a horizontal position in front of her. She can lean forward but not backward in this position. The helper produces a rubber corset and begins to lace it onto Julie. The corset has a high bustier and is long. It has a wide yoke that split’s the breast and rises in a curve over the shoulders. The rubber helper tightens the corset as best as possible with hands but then attaches the wire rope to a special tightening device. As the helper cranks the handle of the device, its ratchet cogs click and the corset slowly tightens over Julie’s body.
Julie is gasping for breath as the device presses against her chest. Her round rubber globes bob on either side of the yoke and her nipples surge with blood as her arousal rises. She feels the probe in her pussy sliding inside her vulva as her juices flow freely in lust.
Finally the thing is completely closed and gripping Julie mercilessly. Her most masochistic desires suddenly surge in her mind. Domination is not her desire by now. She wants to be taken comletely by this journey in discovery. She flushes and shakes as she sits on the stool waiting for the next words.
“Do you wish to continue?”
Julie nods affirmative.
The straps on legs and thighs and the corset keep Julie immobilized. The helper releases her arms and she lets them drop to her side. Then Julie fingers her rubbery tits and shivers. The helper rolls a mirror in front of Julie and Julie sees her transformation for the first time. A shiny black figure stares back from the mirror. She’s an image from a rubber fetishists dream. Only her bald head atop the shiny black rubber mars the ebony perfection. Julie shivers again and feels her arousal surge through her loins and gut. She actually shivers in a mild orgasm as she looks at her stunning rubberized form. The surge only increases her desire. She has one of those half cums that only leave a woman wanting more.
“Do you wish to continue?”
Now the rubber has complete control and Julie nods enthusiastically! She wants a real cum! She wants this adventure to continue!
Helper approaches from behind slips an open face hood over the bald head. The small oval opening allows the small oval of flesh from just above the eyes to below her lower lip to show. The helper tucks the long neck of the hood under the still slightly open suit. Julie notices a little bundle of rubber hanging between her breasts and attached to the partly open suit for the first time. She realizes the suit has an attached hood.
Helper slides a shiny steel collar over Julie’s neck. The collar stretches her neck but comfortably holds her jaw and skull in a cradle of rubber-lined steel. Julie hears a loud click as a locking mechanism engages. She has another one of those half cums as she realizes her head is rigidly held in this position. To look from side to side, Julie has to try to turn her entire body from the hips, no easy feat in the corset and suit she wears.
She shudders as she realizes her vulnerability, even as the suit protects her. The irony of simultaneous protection and vulnerability isn’t lost on Julie.
“Do you wish to continue? Blink once for ‘twice‘ for yes, thrice for no.”
Does Julie have a choice? She thinks. As if her mind is read…”Thrice and it all ends. We remove the suits and you are free to go home.”
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She sees Thomas many times at the club. He takes her home one more time. Again he comes in and probes her inner thoughts. They talk and ponder the mystery of her feelings. She divulges her desire to be controlled this fateful evening. He asks what it would take to satisfy her desire for control. She tells him more than he’d ever imagine. He chuckled at this and tells her he can imagine much. She excuses herself to go to the bedroom to change out of the clothes. He comments that her choice of clothing seems so different from her desire. This time she showers. He hears the water run and takes the opportunity to crack into her computer to see what her secrets might be.
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Julie feels security in this matter-of-fact answer to her unasked question. She blinks twice. Now she wonder just how far the game goes. She wonders if she can handle the limits.
Helper approaches from behind holding a particularly ugly rubber appliance. This is a hood but it looks more like an insect mask. It is a hybrid of a Warsaw Pact gasmask and hood. Straps over the top of the hood will make certain it is tight and secure. The eye ports are deeply set in thick rubber rings. The nose/mouth piece has an oval opening below the nose cup. As helper slips the mask to Julie’s face, she sees a thick rubber pad inside the mask below the nose cup.
“Open wide, Julie.” The anonymous voice says something other than ’Do you wish to continue.’ Julie obeys and the thick rubber thing fills her mouth. There is a small hollow for her tongue. She discovers the aching jaw unhinges slightly as the rubber pushes to the back of her throat. Then just as she wants to blink three time, her teeth slip into molded grooves. She thankfully closes her mouth over the inside gag and when she tries to open, she finds the suction holds the thing closed. Now a bright silvery ring gives a permanent, “OH!” expression to her rubberized form.
Helper tightens the straps of the new hood and she feels the rubber squeezing down on her head and against her face. The warming rubber is molding itself to her like a second skin. She feels a new surge of arousal as she looks in the mirror. She only sees the mirror and her shiny form framed in dark tunnels of the eye ports.
“Do you wish to continue?” This time the voice seems inside her head. The hood has built in hearing aids since outside sounds are now distant.
Helper looks into her face closely to see her blinks. She understands and blinks twice. Curiosity has her now…that and undeniable arousal beyond anything she ever imagines or encounters before.
Helper pulls the suit hood to Julie’s face. This hood seems to bond with the front of the gasmask hood. It covers the collar, but Julie knows the collar is there. Helper finishes closing the suit’s two zippers, the short one from the top of the hood and the longer back zip. The zipper runners fit into a small recess at the base of the neck. Helper threads a tiny wire clamp through the runner loops and clips it closed.
As Julie sits admiring her shiny form in the electric spot lit stool she sits on, helper comes into her vision holding another rubber pile of something.
“Do you wish to continue?”
As if the suit, corset, boots, gloves, stockings, panties, and bra aren’t enough. How much and what could come next?
Julie blinks twice.
Helper unstraps Julie’s legs, unlocks the chains holder her wrists and slides the rubber over each boot. Julie stands as helper lifts her gently by the arm. The thick garment reveals itself as a short leg body suit. The tight leg band lock the boots against Julie’s crotch. She feeds her arms into the sleeves and this new garment molds itself over her body. Now the corset is hidden under this new suit. The one odd aspect of this garment is a wide steel neck collar ring with slots sandwiched between the rubber skin of the suit.
Helper closes the zipper of this suit and slides the zipper runner into its special recess in the collar then helper snaps the collar shut. Finally helper uses quick bonding cement to glue the thin rubber flap over the zipper. This effectively seals the upper part of the suit.
“Do you wish to continue?”
By now Julie is raging in arousal. She wants to know what is next! She blinks twice.
Julie now sees how the thick boot tops taper to a seam that mates with bottom of the body suit legs. Helper quickly cements the top to the boot legs, creating a complete suit with Julie inside!
The rubber layers crush Julie with the erotic embrace of stretchy latex. Julie’s breathing is hard. Helper sits Julie back on the stool and straps her down. This time helper locks her arms to stirrups on the stool legs. Julie balances precariously on top of the stool. She is immobile, unable to move more than a fraction as she sits.
“Do you wish to continue?”
“Yes, YES!” thinks Julie. She blinks.
Helper approaches two six inch long tubes. She feeds them into the mask inlet port. Julie feels the things slip into her nostrils and before she knows it her nose has rubber-lined passages as the soft tubing works deeply into her nasal canal. Maybe this is getting a bit too much, Julie thinks. Then she remembers, “…the gift of a lifetime.“
Helper squeezes a small ball and Julie feels the tubes seal inside her nose. The odd pressure of rubber inside and outside is new. It’s not unpleasant. Julie shakes in yet another mini-orgasm. She swoons inside her layers as her heat builds. She feels sweat trickling down the small crevasses of her body. She feels sweat pooling at her feet. She know she is hot, horny and wants more of this adventure.
“This next part is a bit tricky. You must swallow when helper pushes the implement into your mouth. You must let it is all the way despite your gag reflex. This implement will allow you to drink while in your experience and avoid dehydration. Since the gag in your mouth doesn’t allow normal swallowing this is the only way to keep you from choking on the fluids.”
Julie thinks this is a long speech for a guy who has been mostly monosyllabic to this point.
“Do you wish to continue?”
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She saw Thomas one more time before her birthday. This was the night he told her he could help her in her quest to achieve her most extreme desire. He knew of ways to give her the control she needed. She laughed at his impertinence. How could he fulfill her dream! He’d never even made any attempt to take her in the times they’d been out. She laughed at the thought of this boy/man who didn’t even know the first thing about fast and non committed sex.
He shrugged and got up to leave. He told her he had offered her the chance to see a new world and she’d refused. He would never offer her the chance on these terms again.
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That’s more like it. Julie blinks twice. Do your worst, she thinks.
Helper approaches with a long thin rubber snake. It is shiny with lubricant. Helper pushes it into the mouth ovoid in the mask and as it hit the back of Julie’s throat, she hears the command, “Swallow.”
Julie swallows hard and feels the thing slip into her throat. She want to gag but remembers…swallow. She swallows hard again and again. Each swallow with helper pushing coaxes the snake deeper into Julie’s insides.
Finally the steel ringed end of the snake is up to the mask and with a twist locks to the front of the mask. Helper steps back and Julie sees nothing different in her face, except there is about an inch of rigid tubing protruding beyond the silver steel ring of the mask. She breathes in labored shallow gasps and is feeling light headed.
“By now your restrictions are keeping you from getting enough air under your normal breathing,” the voice says. “we will fix that soon. Do you wish to continue?”
Julie blinks twice.
Helper approaches with a new piece for the head! This isn’t what Julie expected! She wears three rubber hoods now! This new piece is different. It looks more like a space helmet. It is a hard clear plastic bubble on its top and black rubber covers the lower half. A hole at the front mates with the drinking tube on Julie’s gasmask. There is another fitting on the side that appears to be a connection for a diver’s air hose, which is exactly what it normally is.
Helper slips the helmet over Julie’s head. Its base fits into the slots of the outer suit collar and with a slight twist to the left the helmet locks into place. The short tube on the helmet face front mates with the drinking tube with a mechanical snap of finality found in precision parts.
Julie’s arousal is complete. It is beyond complete. She is so horny now. She is covered in rubber layers and now as she looks at her body, she sees an alien rubberized diver. The suits aren’t bulky and loose. They fit her like a second skin. They reveal her every sensual curve. Her rubberized body exudes sexuality! This time she rocks with a thunderous explosion in orgasm. She is just sitting here and she cums hard! She almost faints as the rolling orgasms spread from her loins to engulf her entire body. She sees stars and white light as the hard orgasm robs her of oxygen. Helper quickly attaches a hose to the diver’s air hose connection and pressurized, oxygen enriched air floods into the helmet. Breathing is easy as the air pushes easily into her crushed lungs.
“There is more where that came from, my dear. Do you wish to continue?”
Julie blinks hard! Helper has to look closely, rubbery face right against the faceplate of the helmet to see the blinks.
Helper releases the bounds and stands Julie up. She teeters in the extreme boots as helper lower a bar from the ceiling and locks Julie’s wrists. Helper lifts the bar until Julie is stretched fully and her feet barely touch the ground. This bondage is so incredible as Julie swings from the bars! She feels the intruders, almost forgotten shift inside her as she is stretched. Helper spreads her legs at this point and Julie suspends above the floor.
Julie can only see the mirror but she sees her entire body. She notes the amazing sexuality of her shapely and rubber squeezed form. She is a killer slut in this outfit! She thinks of the heroine in “Kill Bill” in the tight leather body suit! There is no comparison! Emma Peel maybe, NO WAY! Helper stands in front of Julie and blocks her view. She feels helper fooling around at her back groin and ass. Soon helper is fooling around at her front, just above the dildo splitting her pearly gates but below her clit. She feels a sudden pinch and realizes she is catheterized! Helper fiddles some more before stepping away. Tubes hang from Julie’s ass and front. She sees two tubes in front and wonders at the meaning. She understands the tube for pee but the second one? Julie sees wires as well as tubing sprouting from her suit. One wire is at her crotch, two connect to little electrodes in the tip of the suits at her nipples. She cannot see the wire that is connected to the relief tubing in the back.
“Do you wish to continue?”
Julie blinks as helper looks.
“This is the last time I’ll ask the question for a while. If you blink ‘yes’ you will be in rubber bondage for the next week, at least. For that reason I have fixed a relief system in case you have your time of the month. The tubing will keep your hygiene needs under control. Regular douching is possible with the arrangement. Your rear can be used to clean as well as remove any waste. By now you realize the tube at your face can serve for liquid nourishment as well as liquid refreshment. I promise one weeks of total rubber surrender and lust for you if you blink, ‘yes.’”
Julie blinks.
Helper slips a little button device on each thumb.
“The next time I ask the question, your eyes will not be visible. For ‘yes’ you push the button on your right thumb, for ‘no’ use the button on the left thumb. Do you understand?”
Julie pushes the button on the right thumb.
“Good.”
Helper gathers all of the tubing and wires into a bundle and uses wire ties to hold everything in a neat single rope.
As Julie hangs the floor opens from under her. Julie cannot see this event. She cannot hear the hydraulics as a Plexiglas cylinder rises from a hidden silo under the floor. Julie finally sees the top of the cylinder in her vision. She watches the thing slowly rise into her sight, then even with her head then above her head. Her view is distorted by the thick Plexiglas. She sees helper flit in and out of her line of sight. Helper is obviously busy doing something.
Julie feels herself dropping further into the cylinder. Her feet touch the bottom and her weight leaves her arms as she can stand. A steel plate that she is hanging from drops onto the cylinder. The cylinder, with her inside, starts to drop into the floor. At her waist level, the cylinder stops.
Helper adjusts the tube/wire bundle to a position in the rear of the cylinder. There is a slot to hold the bundle. Helper slips a collar over the bundle and fills the voids with silicon cement. Helper then fit’s the collar flanges into the slot on the cylinder. Helper tightens clamps on the lid of the cylinder to complete the sealing of Julie in its tiny space.
Julie breathes inside her little world. She feels the complete isolation of the enclosing cylinder and she shakes with a new surge of lust. As the cylinder drops into the silo, Julie sees the space lighting is a subdued blue. She sees no shadows but she really can’t see the walls. She feels like she is in a vacuum. She only sees the shining presence of reflection as the cylinder reaches the bottom of its journey. The indirect light allows the mirror to reflect the exact image of the imprisoning cylinder and the shiny black creature inside. Julie sees herself as a specimen in a jar! It’s an odd thought but accurate.
The dildo inside her pussy erupts to life. The thing is a vibrator! She feels it stoking her inner sanctum and the little finger pressing to her clit vibrates too! The pulses surge into her inner soul and spread out into her body. She moans under the assault. She feels tingling in her nipples as the little wires send mild shocks through internal conductors imbedded in both suits. Her hot lust builds quickly and she rocks in orgasm. Her silent scream leaps to her throat. She hears it in her mind as she strains to the powerful release of lust. She is in ecstasy as waves of lust rock her. Her throbbing clit demands attention and the vibe moves against the mythical “G” spot and she discovers that it is no myth as she shudders under the pulsing vibrations.
The orgasm subsides and she is left panting into the mask, swilling the oxygen-rich air into her oxygen starved lungs.
“Do you wish to continue?”
Gawd! What a time to ask that question! Julie immediately pushes the button on her right thumb.
Her legs begin to feel pressure. A press of something is slowly rising over her rubberized body. She feels a slight coolness in the press. She has a foreboding as the press reaches her knees and her thighs then her crotch and waist. She sees nothing but she is sure something is filling the cylinder. It must be water. She thinks that she will drown, then remembers how well sealed she is in the suits. She is a diver in her suits, an astronaut and just as isolated and dependent on the tubing connecting her as surely as a diver or astronaut.
She feels the stuff cover her heaving breasts. She trembles as it reaches her neck. She finally catches a glimpse of dark ebony murk just as it reaches her view and plunges her into darkness.
She screams into her gag. The silent scream only she hears in her mind. The vibes start again and she rushes to orgasm in the complete isolation of this fuck/torture booth!
The stuff grows warm, then cool, then warm again. She knows its there all the time, suspending her in near weightlessness. She cums so many times she forgets any state of condition other than arousal and explosive orgasm. Her body aches in torment and the intruders only stop for two brief times then one long time each cycle. How long is a cycle? She doesn’t know. Time has no meaning in this pressing darkness of the goop. The only meaning is orgasm. One of the short periods is feeding time, She feels the stuff flowing into her belly. The other short time is cleaning time when she feels the douche flush in her raw pussy then the vibes begin as the enemas start! The amazing filling of her belly and orgasm shocks her at first but now she longs for that thrilling and exquisite time of the cycle…the time when she has her most explosive and tumultuous cum! The long rest period she sleeps in dreamless exhaustion. There is no dream when living a nightmare/dream for real!
“Do you wish to continue?”
How long since Julie heard those words! She is just finishing an enema/fuck vibration cycle and is completely exhausted but she is exhilarated! She lost count of the orgasms eons ago! She surrendered to the rubber induced lust days earlier. Was it days or hours? Has she been in the murky cylinder hours or weeks? She has no idea! She knows she explodes to the vibrations, sleeps with the close comfort of the slimy viscous stuff buoying her slightly. She feels the periodic feeding in her throat and music fills her head during times her master switches off the static of white noise in her head.
He has said one week. It must be one week since the last time he asked the question. She thinks, one more week. I can do this another week. I can endure and enjoy these carnal lusts and passions one more week! She thrills to the test of her limits now that she’s tasted the lust!
She pushes the button in the right thumb.
“I once offered you a chance on equal and sharing terms, but you refused. Now you are completely controlled on my terms. Good bye.”
The vibes explode to life and carry Julie to a new series of incredibly massive cums. The thoughts of living in this heaven/hell another week drives her to the highest levels as she rocks inside the cylinder and lets her body surrender to the mechanical lust! But that finality of his “Good bye” suddenly turns her stomach to lead and she can’t help but ride the raping plugs to orgasm upon orgasm.
Above the chamber, concrete slides out of its mixing drum. Workers use wide blades to smooth a two-inch thick layer of the mix over the floor. One worker asks the client about the trap door.
“No, I don’t need access to that. It’s just an old root cellar built under the original building on this site. But I need to keep those two capped vent holes accessible.”
The living time capsule beneath the setting concrete slowly reaches
another titanic orgasm, unaware of the permanence of her imprisonment.
She slumps in her bonds in exhausted anticipation of the next surge of
lust. Receive the gift of a lifetime.
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