Rbrbill’s Final Conversion Part 2

Chapter 1 - Thoughts, Feelings, Revelations

Several weeks have passed since Rbrbill (Thing) was put into his punishment program.  Angelica was in her usual place; sitting on the chaise lounge in the pit while Thing went through the treadmill paces.  He’d been at it now over two hours and the heavy steps from his ballet boot shod feet disclosed the exhaustion in his body.  The machine stopped for one of the rest cycles.  These were always fun since “rest” was really misleading.  The stopping of the mill just invoked an enema flush and the firing up of those gloriously pulsating rings.  Angelica often fantasized about taking that vibrating monster inside her as she watched it squeezed and relax in rippling massage.  She just knew that the same caresses driving Thing to uncontrolled orgasm would surely do the same for her.  But he was the Thing and she, the Mistress who had to maintain the discipline and mechanical nature of the regimen.  She felt that introducing her hot wet pussy, even rubber-sheathed,  onto that rod, no matter how gloriously sensual it might be, would destroy the developing servitude and broken spirit she desired in Thing.

Besides, that sheathed rod was at least twice the girth of any dildo vibe she’s ever put inside her tender flower.  The monster stretch just seemed too much for her as she eyed the rigid shaft and watched Thing shudder in orgasm, go limp at the knees then, pull up short as shocks pulsed through him.  

Her mechanical massaging of the vibe shaft inside her pussy only amplified the sudden emptiness that she felt as her body quivered in a seemingly empty cum.  The physical relief was as amazing as ever.  The rolling wave washing over her in an addictive elixir but she was missing something.  Thing’s forced explosion was as wonderfully erotic as any earlier one seemed as he stiffened and obviously grunted as his teeth clinched; his body arched in the bindings and he slumped and received the punishing shocks.  Not that she knew what were the thoughts or feelings of her rubberized prisoner.  But that jerking body and heavy slump from exhaustion, despite knowing the punishment for sagging, had to be a result of another full sexual blast.

The treadmill started up again and Thing began to trot with its pace.  He’d really gotten very good in the boots.  If he were ready to return to the world of the living, his ability to get around in those boots would serve well.

Angelica fondled the heavy rubber suit as she watched him go through his paces.  The suit had arrived earlier that day.  She’d waited six weeks for it to come and she’d spared no expense, as with Thing's suit, in its creation.  It was essentially the same suit that Thing was encased within.  Only this suit was created for a female, and not just any female, but for her.  The thick rubber suit incorporated a vaginal sheath, clit pouch, a catheter for the urethra, and a reinforced hollow plug with a the same mechanical insert that could flush, fill, and pulsate in any combination the computer program required.  The thing was huge.  She’d forgotten how big it was when she’d split open his rectum with its insertion.  The idea of it inside her probably exaggerated the appearance but still, it was awfully big!  

She fondled the breast cups of this suit.  These were very special too.  Very small and reinforced openings would allow the nipples to slip into little waiting pouches.  The rings of these openings had little hard rubber nubs built in.  The nubs were curved inward.  Much like the bowl of the pitcher plant, the rings would allow the nipples to slip in easily but would resist any attempt at withdrawal by biting into the tender flesh.  The tips of the nubs had little metal caps that could inflict a tiny, shallow, and dully painful prick once the suit was properly fitted.  She smiled at the new masochistic side of her that was growing each day.  She felt the heavy rings at the base of the breast cups.  These also had little nipples to attach tubing.  The manufacturer had assured her that these would provide a very special added pleasure to the entire suit once properly attached to the equipment included with the suit.  He didn’t elaborate, but she guessed it had something to do with hydraulics and massaging her breasts even more erotically.  She loved to slide her arms into those thick rubber sleeves and experience the helplessness of her useless hands.  It was all only temporary bliss.  It was ash in her mouth for she could never have the full experience of this suit as long as she had no one to trust to dress her in the multiple rubber layers, administer and monitor the session, and release her at its conclusion.  She toyed with letting Thing perform the duties, but she knew that was impossible.  In his new demented state, he’d be completely unreliable and besides, she’d have to remove the padded gloves and he might turn on her in his sudden new freedom.

She studied the exquisite construction of the built-in corset.  From the outside of the suit, no one could tell there was a severe figure-shaping corset inside.  By the feeling of the rigid parts in the suit, Angelica could tell the limits of this body vise.  When laced up it would reach from just under the armpits to down over the hips.  It rose high in the back to cover the shoulder blades and on the front, a wide, flattened busk would rise to separate the breasts just a wee bit too much for comfort as they jutted like little cones in their soft rubber cups.  Her budding masochism thrilled at the fantasy of her boobs held split in tension between the busk.  The busk split into a smooth yoke above the breast openings curving back over the shoulders to join to the back of the corset.  This provided a shoulder bracing harness that would ensure the proper posture of anyone wearing the suit. 

The perfect construction of the marvelous suit amazed her.  She tugged at each ring to see how strong the reinforced ribbing built into the suit was.  She noted the steel grommets for the corset and the little rubber flap to cover the lacing once it was completed.  She checked the shine a hundredth time and then hung it in its special recess, an altar of sorts to wicked fetish, next to the hoods, the gag, the inner suit of this nearly gossamer Nomex rubber, the gloves, and the boots well that made the outfit almost complete.  

Then there were the dildo shorts.  This heavy rubber and steel device had a menacingly huge vibrator design for the two plugs.  There were two cylinders extending below the two phalli connected by a fulcrum system housed in the thick rubber spreader piece connecting the two cylinders.  A link from a small rotary motor to the rear plug would push and pull the things in and out of the tender openings.  The smooth thick front would guard her sex from any intrusion other than the design of the suit.  Its design to mate with hidden lock snaps on the inner and outer suits impressed her most carnal lusts.  When this thing was locked to her pussy, she would be completely sealed with that monsters impaling her succulent recesses.  She shivered with the thought of those things raping her endlessly.  The two had a similar piston action that would drive any sex-crazed slut over the edge.

Obviously, she couldn't complete the full treatment in the suit without help.  Even if she could close the zipper in the back, a task she wasn’t even too sure about given the tight fit of the suit, she could never complete the lacing of the corset to a proper closure for the full fetish impact.  She could never get the chastity belt on properly either.  She moaned in despair.

Oh she wanted to have a night in this bondage so much.  Just one night was all she asked.  She knew that one night would never suffice.  She had to find the proper Mistress or Master to assist her fantasy.  She could arrange to meet at their dungeon and help her with the suit.  She could be tied down or hung from a St. Andrews Cross, or suspended from a ceiling to achieve a close parallel to Thing's ordeal.

She watched as the treadmill went through another “rest” cycle and she switched the vibe inside her on full and ground herself to another rippling orgasm.  Thing exploded again in his bindings.  He had become such a rubber slutting whore of a thing, and in such a short time too.

She released Thing from the treadmill this time and guided him to the bed.  She tucked him inside the rubber layers and kissed the snout of the hood.  She was bonding more and more with his plight and she couldn’t help it.  A tear slowly rolled down the inside of her hood as her eyes misted a millionth time in the past two weeks.  The punishment that started as bitter revenge had gotten out of hand and there was no turning back once she had taken this path.  The Thing was changed forever and now she wallowed in a secret self-pity and incomplete desire.
 

Doctor Tim Rutherford enjoyed his weekly visit to the “Dark Side” as he came to think of Mistress Angelica’s lair.  It was purely clinical, he reasoned, whenever he put down the $600 to spend three hours in her tender rubberized mercies.  Tim was a fairly typical 40-something man, a successful psychoanalyst; he had no problem affording the weekly respite from his usual hectic world.  He was married but rationalized the sessions were necessary for his well being.  Angelica was a therapist for the fantasy lust he desired, as he was one for the real world stress and problems.  He could completely forget all of the confidential neuroses of his clients running around in his mind for three hours of complete subjugation to the attentions of this gloriously wonderful rubber goddess who lived on Queen Anne Hill.

The old home looked as innocent as any of the others that looked over the breathtaking view of Seattle.  Mount Rainier was shaded in pink as a setting sun glinted off its glacial flanks.  He rung the bell and waited for entry into his wildest dream world fantasy.  This was truly the portal to the Dark Side.

“If I may be so bold, what’s bothering you, Mistress?”  Tim and Angelica were sipping herbal tea after the session.  He still had fifteen minutes on his time.  Besides, Angelica always insisted on a “decompression” time for clients.  She seldom joined them in the plain room with its couch and magazines.  But Tim had suggested she chat with him a bit.  At first she’d gone rigid and reminded him of the Domme/slave relationship.  He assured her that would never change.  He just had a “gut” feeling something was wrong.  He reminded her that it was his job, as surely as hers, to read people’s emotions and feeling.  He sensed something changing in her sessions.

“I noted about two months ago, you were suddenly so involved in the games.  I mean…it was like you were really my lover as well as Mistress.  The connection was stunning.  I wondered if something more, something dangerous for me, was developing.  Four weeks ago I resolved to quit seeing you since the turn of events troubled me.”

“Why didn’t you quit coming?”  Angelica crossed and uncrossed an elegantly rubber- sheathed leg.

“Well, I guess I’m addicted.  I really need these releases or I’d go loony.  You’re my therapist but I thought the professional arrangement might be crumbling.”

“Not to worry, Tim.”

“Oh, I know.  These last three visits have shifted again.  I mean you’re back to the professionalism I expect from a dominant partner in a roll-play, just that your mind seems to wander.  I’d say you were missing something in your life that you really desire.  I know you are married too, though I’ve not seen your husband in months.”

“You’ve seen Bill before?”

"Sure, I used to see him at the golf course about once a month.  We even played a round of golf and we share the same love for college basketball."

This was an unsettling turn of events.  She thought she knew Bill completely.  He really had no friends outside of the circle of her friends that she knew about.  She'd told her friends that he'd run out on her after all the years!  He'd left without a trace!  The friends consoled her, had suggested she go to the police, and she said she would.  Of course she hadn't but she was able to convince everyone that she'd reported him missing.  She said the police didn't give her much hope in finding anything.

"I didn't know that."

“It’s not just that.  I would think that he would be a participant in your work, a slave assistant or something.  I mean you can’t keep your business a secret from him,” Doctor Rutherford said.

“I work alone.  He doesn’t participate in my work.”

“And that might be a problem.  You seem so flat as you said that.  Your eyes look vacant too.  I feel that there is some terrible secret you are hiding?  Is he away?  Are you separated?  Did it happen a few months ago?”  I mean these are all questions that beg an answer as I observe your changing moods over these past weeks.”

“Tim, I know you mean well but this is my private concern.”

“It’s unhealthy to let bad feeling stay inside, Shirley,” Rutherford used her given name.

Startled, she said, “How did you know my name?”

“I checked you out before I started to visit.  I’m not new to the darker side of sex and I know that there are many kooks out there.”

“You checked up on me?”

“Sure.  That’s why I know you’re married, been so for more than twenty years.  That’s what strikes me as odd that you took up this profession less than six months ago and your husband didn’t object, want to be a part of the games, or leave you.  Of course I haven't seen him either all that time.”

“He understands my needs too.”

“It takes a great deal of understanding.  I know.  If my wife ever knew about these sessions…well, just say I’d rather not learn that result.”

“Good.  Why don’t you just leave now, Tim?  I think you better find a new Mistress.  I can recommend a couple over on Capitol Hill who explore latex bondage.”

“Please, Angelica, Don’t do this.  I won’t ever bring it up again.”

“You’d better not, Slave.  I might just let slip some of my confidentialities in the wrong places, but I’d still think you better not come by for a while.”

“One other thing, why did your husband suddenly quit his job?”

“What?”

“You called his office and said he quit effective that day.”

“Yes.  He didn’t need to work anymore.  We have financial security.”

“See, that’s just it.  A guy just doesn’t quit and decide to do nothing after so many years working.  He at least plays golf, fishes, goes the movies, takes up a hobby, helps with the home business…”

“Well, that’s it isn’t it.  But you see this isn’t really a business for me.  It’s a well-paying hobby.  We don’t need the money I get from this either,” Angelica rose.

Tim rose and she guided him to the door.  “Please do not call again, Tim.  You’re nice and you’re well meaning gesture is noted but it’s misplaced.  I think you know too much about me…us to maintain the proper professional arrangement.”

“See, you said “me” then added “us” after a hesitation.  There is something burning in there and I can help you.”

“Wait a minute, you think I need your services?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t be your analyst, I’d refer you to someone else.  You see, we are too close for that.”

“Good bye, Tim.  Here’s the card of a very good dominatrix over on Capitol Hill.  Look her up.”  Angelica closed the door on another ex-John.

 
Thing must have been in that “rest” bondage over three hour now.  She’d set the computer to entertain him with a few nice enema flushes and a couple of pounding ass fucks and cock massages.  He was probably pretty well done again by now.  She headed off to the pit to string him up a while.

The chat with Rutherford really bothered her.  And his disclosure of being casually acquainted with Bill shook her.  Was her turmoil really that noticeable?  No, he was trained in the reading of human emotions.  That’s why he saw something.

She helped the shaky rubber thing from its bindings and guided it to the chains.  She hooked everything up and pulled him off the floor.  In suspension between ceiling and floor she switched on the training program and watched, mesmerized, as the system carried him off to tortured rubber bondage in denial, erotic frustration, and ultimate explosive bliss.

Angelica fondled her new suit.  She let the cool rubber skin slide through her hands as her vibe cranked up inside her and carried her to a succession of mechanical explosions that left her tired enough for bed but empty.  

The Thing hung suspended all night.  He no longer had thoughts.  He only had input.  Sensory input that melted his brain and left him only desiring more rubber fucking, more rubber arousal, more rubber bondage, more rubber torture and more rubber pulsating, massaging and carrying his demented being to heavenly hellish captivity.  The occasional electrical shocks were now added pleasure to his life!  He would actually silently scream into the gag, not from anguish, but just to set off the punishment system!  His life stripped to a simplicity no one has ever known before, he existed to be served by the computer and its erotic programming.  He didn’t even have memories of his wife/mistress.  He’d been completely morphed into a rubber slutting object.  A feeding cycle filled his belly and the flushing enemas flowed in and out of his willing body.

Rutherford knew more about Angelica than her current domestic and financial circumstances.  He had the same attorney as she.  

When her attorney discovered large expenses being charged to a very eclectic latex clothing company in England, he made inquiries as the administrator of the trust fund.  He discovered over $9,000 spent on one item of specialty clothing and several lesser amounts for other accessories.  There was a very expensive computer system and a billing for custom programming, as well.  Then he discovered contractor bills at about the same time for installation of a hoist, the digging of a cellar, trap door and sliding floor panel, large quantities of sound proofing material and other odds and ends.  He was really troubled when he discovered the nature of the clothing the company had made.  He told them he was the husband of the client and since he knew all of the personal questions to confirm the identity, the company sent him a copy of the specifications for the clothing and accessories.   It seemed the company had constructed a rubber suit to place a man in extended bondage.  The attachments requested would sure provide someone with a lot of sexual stimulation!

He sent his private dick to the city building inspector offices to review the plans on file for the contract work.  The report made interesting reading.  Shirley was either building a wine cellar (doubtful), a safe room (plausible) or a secret storage vault (plausible).  It was a sub-basement and could be accessed through a trap door or by way of a retractable floor in the main basement.  The retractable floor seemed an odd and superfluous expense, though that would allow the easy placement of large objects in the vault.

The answers from the computer programming company were even less conclusive.  The programmers said the program could be some sort of climate/security maintenance program.  It provided temperature ranges to activate electrical switches.  In some cases the program responded to pressure readings that the user would input.  There were sound thresholds that would activate control switches, again user input required.  Some settings were simple timer activated controls.  These were linked to a random number generator sub-routine that varied the switching times from fifteen minutes to up to two hours.  All in all this was a not too sophisticated (considering today’s technology) computer programmed control system.  But the question was, “What did it control?”   

Then similar charges from the latex clothing company showed up on the trust accounts a month later.  This time the suit was built with specifications for a female.  He calculated that $24,365 had been spent on the rubber stuff.  The room had cost $34,495, the computer and programming another $3,000.  

The lawyer approached Rutherford with a generic case.  He did the old suppose you discovered someone you knew was toying with something very dangerous.  With some prodding he allowed that he thought the “something” might be extreme and kinky sex involving really heavy bondage and probably extreme levels of S&M activities, the type of sex play that was potentially very dangerous.

Rutherford had played along but when he read the specifications of the gear, that feeling hit his stomach.  He knew the hypothetical example was real…and it was Shirley.  It had to be her.

“Someone could have a really interesting time with the stimulation these suits offer.  I mean someone with a real fetish for rubber and bondage would be in heaven,” Tim said blandly.

“Yes, they would…I guess,” Hargrove replied unconvinced.

“Oh, they would,” Tim assured the Hargrove.  “The pleasure center of the mind would be in overdrive and the pain/punishment would only heighten a masochistic arousal.  The person inside one of these would be on a continuous high that only hard drugs could emulate.”

“Gee, Tim, you talk like someone who’s had firsthand experience in this sort of thing.”

“Come on, Doug, I’m a trained professional in this area.”

“Right.”

Rutherford had lots of questions after that meeting.  He thought he knew most of the answers.  He noted that Bill’s disappearance coincided with the probable arrival time for the first suit.  Bill was tall, well over six feet with long legs and arms, and the suit’s measurements seemed to match his general build.  The vault was finished a few weeks before the suit would have arrived according to the construction invoices.  Everything was in place to execute the premier disappearing act.  But the final conclusion seemed unimaginably terrifying but also hugely erotic…placing a living soul into a long-term, possibly permanent, arrangement of heavy rubber bondage and extreme sexual depravity.  It was unthinkable.  But he had arrived at just that conclusion through an inescapable logic trail.  Still, he had no proof of a crime.  There were no complaints.  Of course he knew that a victim sealed inside the suit would not be in a position to complain.  He knew that if he took his story to the authorities, he’d probably be given a very skeptical reception.  He doubted that any warrants would be issued to search.  He could lodge a complaint against Shirley for illegal activities.  Her business was against the law, though such crimes were never prosecuted these days.  Her business was between consenting adults.

Well, Hargrove had come to him with a question; he could go to Hargrove for advice.

“Doug, what if I were to tell you that the hypothetic situation you related to me the other day just might have some very real and serious results all ready happening?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I think I have additional information that points to one of those suits being used as we speak…has probably been in use for at least six months.  Not knowing the length of any given session inside the suit, I can’t guess at the mental state of the victim.  But if he were inside it continuously, and mind you that could be done fairly easily based on the specs you showed me, the person would by now be completely demented…maybe beyond recovery.”

“You’ve got to be kidding!  I just thought this was some passing kinky fad Shirley’s trying.”

“I doubt such planning is the result of a passing anything.  The specs were detailed and the entire scheme too well thought out.”

“OK, suppose you’re right…and I’m not saying you are…where do we go?  You’re right, there isn’t enough hard evidence of anything illegal beyond the mistress dungeon thing you’ve told me about.  I still find that hard to believe.  Shirley is so pious.  I mean she attends church three or four times a week.  She donates big bucks to Catholic Charities.  She’s a pillar in the Pacific-Asia American Ministries.  This is just plain nuts.” 

“Isn’t it though?  It’s the perfect cover.”

“OK, I’m in.  Any ideas?”

The next step was harder.  Rutherford called Shirley the next day.

“I’d like to see you casually, if you don’t mind.  I think I can help you with your problem.”

“I’ve got no problem!”  Shirley snapped, her anger barely contained.

Rutherford expected her to hang up on him.

“OK, I’ll meet you at Ivar’s near the ferry docks at 1:00,” she said quietly.

He breathed a sigh of relief.  She must have something going on or she would have hung up on him.  Perhaps her agreement to meet was more foreboding.

She showed up at 1:00.  Rutherford picked a table near the back.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, Shirley.  Just tell me any thoughts that pop in.”

She was staring out the window, watching the gulls swoop at floating debris.

“I’ve been the Domme so long.  It’s not just the last months when I went public.  I mean Bill and I played in rubber for years.  I never told you but he had me kidnapped some three years ago.  He was on a trip and I wound up at a place in Idaho where they force you into rubber.  I knew Bill did it for years before that.  I always hated him for that rubber thing he tried to hide from me.  Anyway, they put me through some very heavy training and I snapped.  I went the cycle from subservient slave to demanding to be the Domme.  They allowed me to make the transition.  I’ve been good at it ever since.  But I missed being the slave occasionally.  Now those feelings are much more frequent, maybe even obsessive.  I want to be put into rubber slavery again just to feel that confining helplessness and fall into that carnal pit of rubber lust that drove me so wild when they kidnapped me.”

“Why doesn’t Bill help you?”

“He’d never agree now.  He loves being the slave too much.

“Have you ever thought to let him help you with your hobby?“

“He never liked that concept.  He always wanted to have my sole attention in rubber games and to be only for me.”

“So now you long to be the subbie for a day?”  Rutherford asked.

“Yes.  It’s not so unusual.  It’s why you came to me, isn’t it?  To let someone else take complete control of your life and you drop all of your cares at the door.  I’ve been under increasing pressure the last several months.  Seeing four or five customers a week is very demanding.  They don’t all like the same thing.  I have to plan the sessions in advance.  You know how many questions I ask a new client.  Then each time it has to be different, new challenges, new tests, raising the bar of pleasure.”

“Hmmmmm, this actually may be easy to handle.  How often do you think you’ll need this service?”

“I don’t know.  How often do you need to see me?”

“I’m asking the questions right now.  You know.  I see you once a week.”

“Once a week…I have a very specific fantasy in mind.  To play it out will take hours, perhaps an entire day.  I’ll defer on how often I need the therapy until after we try it once.”

“No guesses now…monthly, every other week, every other month…I need to know so that I can determine the arrangements I can make.”  Rutherford thought that he really didn’t need to know but he wanted to get a feel for the depth of desperation that Shirley had fallen.

“Well…at least monthly, I think.  I can’t imagine one time being enough.”

“I have contacts in Europe who might help us out.  It’ll cost.  I suspect the airfare will be First Class and the time expensive.”

“Obviously, money isn’t an object, Tim.”

“I suspected as much.”

Mistress Ursula had apprenticed under the legendary Natalia.  Rutherford had discovered her pleasures while attending a convention in Frankfort.  European, especially German, love for kink was renowned and Mistress Ursula didn’t disappoint.

He pulled the card from his file and sent the e-mail requesting a special session in the USA.  The response came back in 24 hours.  “I accept.  I will receive $5,000 EUR for my services plus expenses.  Please provide specifics so I can arrange appropriate shipping of my tools.”

Rutherford replied, “All necessary equipment is available at the location of the session.  Only bring what you need for your own comfort.  Plan on being here three days, max.”

The next day, “I can be there next week.  Please advance me the fees and $3,000 EUR for expenses by tomorrow.”  The account information was included to affect the transfer.

Rutherford contacted Hargrove to arrange the transfer of funds.

“Jesus!  $8,000 EUR!  That’s $10,665!”

“Money is no object, Doug.”

“Right.”

Mistress Ursula didn’t disappoint.  She cleared customs and immigration quickly.  Her luggage wasn’t inspected.  She cut a regal figure in severe leather.  She wore a leather suit under an ankle length trench coat open to reveal her choker collar silk blouse in deep red, skirt and legs.   Black stiletto heel boots encased her legs and disappeared beneath the just below the knee hem of her skirt.  People stopped to stare at the figure as she strode through the terminal.  The waiting limo whisked her off to the Fairmont Olympic Hotel.

She called Tim when she was settled into her suite.

“Meet me in an hour at my hotel.”

She rung off the line before Tim could say anything; even ask where she was staying. He thought it out and realized she’d stay at the best.  He drove to the Fairmont Olympic. Sure enough, the desk rang her suite and he was on his way to see the Ursula.

She had removed her leather coat and suit jacket.  The silk blouse was open at the collar too.  Tim noted a little glint of rubber on the exposed part of her neck.

Wow, he thought, she wears the stuff even when traveling.

The meeting was short.  Ursula was a bit disturbed that the session would be done without her usual consultation with the client.  Tim assured her that the client’s desires were completely known and that once she saw the client’s equipment, she’d unknown exactly what to do.

Ursula just grunted but agreed.  This would be too easy.  She didn’t need to develop any profiles or prepare any elaborate games, a task she relished in her trade.  Oh well, it would be like a regular session with a regular John of no imagination.  She had those too, the ones who came in once a week for the same treatment.  Where was the fun in that?  Still she was a bit intrigued by the mystery surrounding the session.

Chapter 2 - Transformation

Thing was in suspension again.  Angelica sat mesmerized by his jerking contortions of ecstasy.  He’d been in the harness three hours and had obviously achieved five orgasms during that time.  His slumped in exhaustion even though the rings rippled beneath the outer sheath and his contracting sphincter muscles indicated a pounding ass fuck in progress.  She fingered the vibe in her pussy and absently allowed the thing to bring her to another slow cum.  She’d cum seven times while watching him.  But still her mind wandered to the thoughts of her suit, still unused, hanging in its little altar.

The doorbell rang.  Angelica started from her dream.  She didn’t have any guests coming today.  It must be some solicitor.  That little sign on her door only stopped the less obnoxious ones.  She pulled on a robe to cover her latex and climbed out of the pit.  She didn’t bother to close the trap door as she went up stairs.

She opened the door and there was a tall woman in black leather with an assistant standing a step back and holding a small valise.  The assistant had rubber gloves and a hood showing from under his/her coat and teetered in the highest heels short of ballet boots she’d ever seen.

“I am Mistress Ursula.  You are my slave for the rest of the day.”

“I am?”

“You respond with, ‘Yes, Mistress!’”  Angelica stepped back in surprise as the gloved hand swat her cheek.

“That’s the last time I will only slap you for an infraction.”

“Yes, mmmmmMistress.”

“Show me your dungeon.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Angelica led the pair down the stairs.

“Stand there.  Take off that robe and lets see what I have to work with.”

Angelica let the robe fall to reveal her lithe rubber encased figure.  She felt like she was an object for sale being appraised.  She shivered.

“Good, you should be afraid.  I understand that you have some special needs that I can take care of.  I won’t ask you any questions yet, but I have been told that you have your own equipment to achieve this fantasy?”

“Yes, Mistress.  It’s down there.  Please wait and I’ll get it.”

“No, we all go down.”

“But…”

“We all go down.”  Assistant grabbed Angelica and pulled her to the trap door.

Ursula went down first.  Assistant pushed Angelica through the door and Ursula took hold of her thighs to gently drop her the rest of the way.  Assistant climbed down.

Ursula noticed Thing hanging there when she turned from the opening.

“Nice decoration.”  Then she saw the altar and the gear in the spotlights.

“And you want to experience the same pleasures that He is enjoying.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“May I ask, how often and for how long He is put in this bondage?”

“He loves it and we do it every day.”

Angelica neglected to mention that it was 24/7 every day.

“Very well.  I think I see what needs to be done.  Remove your clothing.”

Angelica’s/Shirley’s heart leapt with joy as she heard those words and realized that her long for fantasy was about to begin.

"The treadmill and the sleeping shelf are also used by your slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Nice arrangement.  Some one could be kept very busy for a long time in this little bondage nest."

Shirley shuddered.  She thought, "Had this new intrusion in her life guessed the secret?"

"Put on the blindfold."  Mistress handed Shirley a wide heavy cloth mask.

Mistress Ursula inspected her victim carefully.  Shirley was lithe and fit.  At 5' 2" and a little over 100 pounds.  She was a nice little package.  She'd pierced her nipples, earlobes and clitoris.  Rings hung from each of the studs.  There were also three little rings piercing each of her labium.

This little whore really had a bad case of "subbie-itis".  She really wanted to let go of the problems in her life.  Well, Ursula thought, this little honey is about to receive her wish...in spades!

Ursula set Assistant, a trained RN, to bathing the little slut.  The skin conditioner/hair remover worked fast and there was soon nothing on the glowing light tan skin of her new slut.  Shirley felt the glowing tingle of the wash as she soaked in the tub.  Assistant carefully scrubbed every part of her body.  She felt so alive as the cleansing progressed.  Assistant then treated every part of Shirley’s body that grew hair with a portable laser hair removal instrument she was trained and certified to use.  Ursula only did this additional treatment for those rare cases when the client desired permanent hair removal.  Shirley felt the warm tracing of the laser as it performed its duty without knowing the results.  She just liked the warm glow of her skin it left in its passing.

"Stand and bend over.  Time for a little enema flush before continuing," Ursula directed the process.

Shirley felt the warm water washing inside her abdomen and she loved it.  She was finally going to be a slutty slave again!  She took the warm wash four times and released it to the drain.  Finally Ursula signaled satisfaction and Assistant helped Shirley from the bath.

While the preliminaries had been going on Ursula was inspecting the suit, two suits actually, and other things in the little alcove.  It took little time to figure out the various openings, what went in them, and how to put the elaborate device together.  It was a bit like a puzzle that not only had to have each piece in the right place but each piece placed in its proper sequence.  A lot of attention had gone into the planning of this equipment.  She inspected the guy straps above the treadmill closely.  When she pulled on one of the shoulder straps, the computer drive light spun up.  She didn’t really know what command the tension on the line invoked but she assumed it had to do with the training and punishment.

She watched the rubberized fellow hanging in suspension, as his bondage cycle seemed to be in a stimulation/denial sequence.  It was quite erotic to see him quivering on the edge of release only to slump as the system cut off the stimuli.  Then he’d arch his back as something signaled a need to send some punishment pulse through him.  She'd figure it all out soon enough.

Assistant sat Shirley down on the dressing stool.  The inner rubber suit was ready to put on.  It's interior coated in the light lubricating gel to ease its donning.  The suit was thin Nomex rubber.  Not latex but a very strong and durable rubber that could be made in sheets so thin to be almost transparent, even though the actual color of this suit was pewter gray.  The nice thing about this suit was there was no chance of an allergic reaction.  In addition the thin smooth skin was almost undetectable to the wearer once it was at body temperature.  But it did squeeze the body and stretch and massage as the wearer moved.  It had feet but no sleeves or zips.  Wide shoulder straps would make it comfortably cozy on the body.  The suit had a vaginal sheath, clitoris bud and catheter tube built into its front panel.  The sheath had a small opening at its base as well.  The rear had a reinforced rubber opening with a metal twist lock ring to accommodate the combination vibrator/enema flush plug that would reside deep inside her tender rectum.  The size of the thing, based on the diameter of the reinforced circle, would split her cheeks harshly, providing an obvious presence and reminder of rubber servitude.  There were little veins of thin wiring inside the skin of the suit.  These seemed to concentrate at the vaginal, the sheath and molded labia, the anal region and the two breast cups.  She noted a large concentration of wires toward the end of the sheath, corresponding with the G-spot.  Additional runs of wiring went down the inner thighs and from each breast cup in two sweeping curves to above the belly button then straight down to the vaginal cluster and from the ass up the back, splitting above the small of the back and continuing over the shoulder blades to meet at the breasts.  There were tiny exposed female snap recesses above the clitoris nub and the anal crack region where the wires all seemed to terminate.

The suit slid on easily.  Shirley sat dutifully as the thin, almost gossamer rubber covered her in a delicate layer of deliciously decadent rubber.  She held her head back and thrilled as the cool rubber slowly crept up her legs with the help of Assistant.  Once the legs were covered, Shirley had to stand.

Assistant used a small dildo to push the vaginal sheath into the Shirley's dripping flower.  Ursula noted her arousal with glee.  This was way too easy.   Assistant lined up the ass ring with Shirley's tight sphincter and pulled the suit over her hips.  Assistant pushed the catheter tube into the urethra then with a gloved finger tugging gently at Shirley's clit jewelry, slipped her clit ring and piercing through the tiny slit in the clit nub.  Shirley shivered as the glove rubbed her clit, pulled it with a delightful pinch that sent a sudden shock through her and then felt the rubber cozy up to the base of her aroused and exposed little button.

At this point Ursula saw a need to improvise.  The suit had not been made to accommodate the six labia rings.  Perhaps an oversight but more likely the rings were a recent addition to Slut Shirley’s body and were not in the original suit design.  She used a scalpel to make six small incisions in the Nomex.  She was extremely happy for this suit, as the material would not split from this modification the way latex could.  She pushed a clamp into each slit and pulled the hidden ring out into the open.  

Ursula stepped back to admire the amazing result…two aligned rows of silver loops lining the rubberized gate with the pinnacle stud and ring at the apex framed by the shaped pussy lips of silvery gray rubber.  It was a beautiful sight for any rubber lover to behold!  She also had to think of some interesting addition to make better use of these rings beyond adornment.  She had already noted the main suit had mating male snaps for the two females in this suit but there was nothing for the rings.  That seemed a waste since their beauty would be hidden inside the heavy suit.  She pondered her dilemma while Assistant continued with the dressing. 

Assistant finished pulling the suit up over chest and back.  Slits for the nipple rings were centered in the wiring cluster of the breast cup.  Assistant pulled each stud/ring through its slit and let the rubber snap back, trapping the dark swollen teats securely.  
Ursula rummaged through a goody drawer in a corner cabinet and found some lightweight chain…now this was just too good!  She attached the center link of the chain to the clit ring with a little ring hook, then she hooked it snuggly to the top labia ring on each side, forming an upside down “V”.  She made sure there was no slack in the short spans to the top two rings.  She crisscrossed the chain through the other two sets of rings, again making certain the connecting clips kept the chain taut while Slut Shirley stood.  She checked the position of the crossing pattern and the sheath to make certain there was easy access.  She clipped the two lengths of chain together and let them hang for now.       

Assistant sat Slut on the stool and rolled latex stockings up each leg.  The stockings were extra coverage that Ursula just thought would be nice.  Shirley felt the tight latex gripping the inner suit.  She assumed this was the new suit being put on, though she thought the tight feel wasn’t as much as she’d originally anticipated.  There was a twinge of disappointment that this new feel wasn’t as expected.  Assistant hadn’t put on the vibrator panties either!

“Mistre…”

“Silence, Slut!”

She was surprised when Assistant stopped at the top of her thighs and next rolled the long rubber gloves onto her naked arms.

Mistress handed Assistant the next item to slip on, the vibrator shorts.  Two hollow shafts, cylinders, protruded from each phalli base.  The vaginal cylinder was about one-inch long.  The anal one about three inches.  There was a thick rubber housing linking the two pipes.  A thin metallic link attached the centers of the two phalli residing inside the cylinders, disappearing into two slots in the cylinder walls.  Ursula pulled on the anal phallus and it slid down the cylinder.  The pussy plug slid up its cylinder.  Its range of motion was less than the ass plug.  The little housing must have some sort of fulcrum arrangement.  It was an ingeniously simple system.  Obviously an external connector rod for the operation hooked to a ring in the base of the anal plug making a mechanical connection to a cam on a motor.  She added a slit above a small metal locking ring of some hidden, for now, purpose in the thick rubber base to feed the chains through and added two rings on the sides of the anal plug reinforcing grommet to hook the chains to the shorts before handing them over.

Assistant next slipped the shorts onto each leg.  Assistant stood Shirley up.  To her surprise, Assistant attached thick cuffs to her wrists and hoisted her arms above her head until her toes just touched the floor.

“I’ve inspected the toys in these shorts, I thought a little restraint was needed to facilitate the insertion.  I must admit, your specifications exceed my most imaginative form of torture,” Ursula said, providing an explanation she would have preferred to keep unsaid.  She knew that maintaining some level of decency by way of explaining some of the actions that might have been unexpected is both appropriate between slave and mistress and necessary to maintain cooperative order until the slave is bound enough to cause no more trouble.

“I’ll gag you temporarily too so you won’t be too noisy.”  Mistress slipped a large ball gag in Slut’s mouth and cinched up its straps. 

Assistant continued, pulling the shorts up until the lubricated vaginal vibe and the hollow combination butt vibe plug and enema flush were touching the sheath gash and anal opening, respectively.

Shirley clinched, as she knew what was coming.  She’d provided the specifications for these two toys but now that they were about to be introduced into her nether recesses, she wondered if the masochistic flight of fantasy might have been a bit much.  The vaginal plug in particular was an evil construction. It was seven inches long and 2 inches in diameter.  It had, along its entire length, stubby vanes projecting outwards a quarter of an inch from the curved surface.  The vanes would press intimately through the protective sheath into the sensitive inner flesh of her birth canal and reach deep into her uterus.  A little hooked finger projected from the reinforcing ring at the base of the dildo to press against her clitoris.  The finger was slightly concave and full of little bristly nubs where it contacted the clit.  A slightly crooked end, like a bent first knuckle, had a small hollow with a slit for access.  The wire edge of the slit acted like a spring.  When squeezed it spread so the clit stud’s little metal bead could slip into the hollow pocket.  The springy wire would snap closed on the stud stem, locking the clit stimulator to its intended target.  The wiring in the stimulator also mated with the clit bead to form a circuit with the inner suit‘s network.  Assistant worked the shorts higher up the waist then pulled the vaginal vibe base back stretching the front panel before pushing its gel-coated length home.

When Assistant rotated the plug slowly while maintaining the pressure, Shirley felt those evil vanes in the most astounding and uncomfortable way possible.  Her audible grunts filled the room and she squirmed against the bonds in vain.  Assistant pulled the catheter line through its matching opening in the shorts.  Assistant squeezed the clit finger and let the stud slip into its new home.  When the springs snapped over the bead, Slut shivered slightly.  Then the rubber snapped back as Assistant withdrew and the evil toy pushed deeper inside Slut’s sheathed flower.  She jerked visible and the wide wrist cuffs bit her flesh.  No mercy spared, Assistant lined up the slimy six-inch ass plug and drove it deep inside Slut’s ass.  She could only thrash silently and madly in her tensioned bondage while Assistant teased, then ruthlessly penetrated her with the huge phalli.  She thought that the two probes were touching each other inside her body.

Assistant fished the two chains out through the slit Ursula had made near the metal lock ring and locked them to the rings on either side of the butt plug.  They bit against the short span of rubber-covered flesh between pussy and ass above Slut’s rubberized legs.  Assistant pushed the front and rear male snaps on the shorts into the corresponding female fasteners on the inner suit.  

The deed done Shirley slumped in the bonds as Assistant released her and sat her down on the stool.  She grunted as her weight drove the two intruders deeper into her sensitive orifices.  “Gawd, what was I thinking!” She thought as sweat broke heavily on her brow and tears welled up in her eyes from the intense pleasure/pain surging deep inside.  The chains pulled viciously at her clit and pulled her pussy lips tighter around that thick phallus when she sat as well!  That was an unexpected addition to her torment!  Then a shiver of erotic delight swept through her body, as she knew this was what she’d wanted.

Ursula smiled as the Slut exposed her inner thoughts so easily.  “This is just too easy,” she mumbled to herself again.

Now Assistant began pulling on the coup-de-gras, the outer rubber suit that would seal Slut’s fate.  Slut marveled as the tight thick rubber began squeezing her legs.  This is what she’d expected!  The extra layer of the stocking made the tight suit just that deliciously little bit tighter and added to the new sensation.  Assistant stood her up and slowly worked air out of the shiny black legs.  Slut shivered for the millionth time (in her thoughts) as the massaging squeezes worked up her legs.

Assistant pulled the thick rubber suit over Slut’s hips.  The suit had an hourglass shaped piece with a wide gash with little round widening to accommodate the phalli piston mechanism.  Its  reinforced rubber pressed the pussy vibe deeper, kept Slut’s legs slightly parted and widened in the rear to press and squeeze her ass cheeks tighter against that monster plug.  Ursula stepped in and cemented the edge flaps of the suit to the hard rubber covering the piston mechanism in the shorts, ensuring a fluid-tight seal.  In front there was a little short tube with a little nozzle fitted on its end that pushed into the little ovoid in the shorts and mated with the groove on the dildo.  A little mechanical click indicated a hard lock.  The catheter tube slipped through a matching opening in the heavy rubber.  Then Assistant found the two male snaps that, as with the shorts had done to the inner suit, mated to two female fasteners on the outside of the shorts.

Ursula stepped in at this point.  She cemented the catheter tube to the outer suit with a little rubber gasket ring.  She added a one-way valve/connector combination to the tube.  She still puzzled over the little tube that seemed to fit under the dildo cylinder.  It mated with that little groove on the outside of the cylinder that matched the sheath opening she’d seen.  It dawned on her…the little Slut had thought of female problems!  That little groove would allow the accumulated blood to pass out of the suit during her “time”!  What an ingeniously simple solution to a very old problem!  With that in mind, a two-way valve/connector that would allow a douche into the forbidden recess or a slight vacuum to assist in removing fluid would be a very good addition.  She added the valve.

The outside of the suit had two small female electrical connections that matched the snap locations.  Odd, Ursula had missed that during her initial inspection, probably the small size of the plugs hid them as she’d surveyed the heavy rubber folds of the suit’s skin.  She now understood the intriguing possibilities of that inner suit with all of its thin wiring weaving through its skin!  She noted that the rubber bulge of the piston/cylinder mechanism was nearly invisible between the slightly spread legs of Slut.  It was an amazing sight.

Ursula went over to the Thing to inspect his situation more closely.  It was pretty obvious that all of the connections in his suit were duplicated in Slut’s suit.  She noted the electrical wires connected to a little transformer next to the computer.  A line ran from the generator to a central control box that was connected, in turn, to the computer as an external drive.

Catheter tubing and enema/flush tubing were connected to the Thing.  These fed to a set of small pumps that were also connected to the control box.  More lines ran from the pumps to the wall.  One was connected to a valve connection.  That must have been the water line.  The other seemed to gravity feed into a floor drain.  It was obviously the waste line.  The tubing coming from the ovoid mouth went to another pump system.  Two lines went from the pump, one to a large refrigerated tank and the other to a water line.  Ursula stepped to the tank, opened the top and peered at an unappetizing mix of tan paste.  “Probably not too tasty,” she thought, “But nourishing.”  The tubes from the gasmask inlet went through a regulator to a tank labeled “O2”.  Control wires ran from the respirator to the control box.
So that was how you put someone into semi-permanent rubber isolation, bondage, and punishment.  Interesting.

She put her attention to the equipment in the alcove.  There was the control box, the pumps for the waste, enemas, food and water.  Tubing that matched the diameter and material of the ones connected to the Thing sat next to each pump.  There were two additional little pumps, one tagged “Vaginal waste” the other tagged “breast/nipple pump.  This device had four air nipples labeled: right nipple suction, right breast ring inflation, left nipple suction and left breast ring inflation.  Long lengths of plastic tubing were sitting in bundles by the device.  A control box like the one hooked to the Thing was in the alcove, too.  Each control wire connector was tagged for identity.   It had all of the same fittings and feature as the one controlling Thing with the one added connector for the vaginal evacuation system and the breast hydraulics.

She checked the desktop icons and saw one identified as “System Maintenance”.  She clicked the icon and a new window opened with two icons, Male and Female.  She clicked on the “Male” icon revealing tabbed entries with notations.  She saw setting for neck muscle pressure, shoulder harness tension, anal muscle contraction, jaw clinch, penal temperature, body temperature, and more.  There was a screen to program the sexual arousal and stimulation cycles for the cock rings and anal plug.  There was a complete screen dedicated to enema cycles.  There was a screen for treadmill speed.  This system controlled a rubber fetishist’s wildest desires!  Several bar scales indicated current processes, pulse, respiration, oxygen level, blood pressure and temperature.  She watched as the bobbing scales indicated the Thing was rapidly rushing toward another of his unending orgasms.  The bars on the scales rose sharply as the machinery sped the prisoner toward his fate.  Then everything stopped and the bars quivered just below a digitally marked threshold line, before sinking back toward a lower level.  The equipment whirred into action again.  So the Thing was in a tease/denial sequence just now.  How delicious!  She felt a bit voyeuristic as she watched the monitors of the internal bodily process responding to sexual stimulation.

She closed the window and opened the Female icon.  Similar screens appeared.  There were settings all ready typed into the various tabs.  She clicked on the “default” button and saw none of the numbers change.  Well, default might be a good start.  Once she figured out the complete range of the program and the tolerances of her prisoner, she would adjust accordingly.  Then a new thought emerged from the most sadistic corner of her mind.  Slut knew the settings; she’d provided the information to the programmer.

Ursula opened the male window and compared settings.  Sure enough, the ones that seemed to control output to the suit were much higher than the female settings.  Conversely, the settings for information feedback seemed lower.

Most of the settings were about 25 percent of the male ones.  Ursula was certain that male had been in his state quite some time.  His settings had probably been altered over time to increase severity of punishment and reduce level of feedback required to initiate a punishment.  Ursula decided to adjust all the female punishment setting to a 50 percent level of the male.  She lowered the feedback thresholds to within 10 percent of the male counterparts.  Now that would be an unpleasant, but hopefully intensely erotic surprise for Slut when the training started.  She increased the vacuum of the for the nipple suction by 15 percent and the inflation of the breast rings by 10 percent.  She’d watch the results and change any settings accordingly. 

Now Ursula had another inspiration!  Assistant was about to start feeding the sleeves of the suit onto Slut’s rubberized arms.

“Wait.”

Ursula took up a small pair of nippers and a little emery board.  She inverted the breast cups of the suit and nipped at each of the little rubber nubs encircling the nipple rings.  She didn’t cut them off.  She just pruned the tips to pointed edges.  The thin metal wires from the electrical circuitry were just slightly exposed at the sharpened rubber tips.

“Now you can proceed.”

Assistant slid the crotch high ballet boots onto each leg.  Slut held each leg out while Assistant laced the boots.  Gawd, those were tight, thought Slut as the heavy rubber slowly squeezed her legs into rigid compliance.  She remembered Bill’s comment, “Don’t expect me to walk in these thing,” and smiled inside…he’d learned how to walk, for sure.  
Assistant finished lacing each boot.  Slut tried to flex her legs.  She could bend her knee only a few inches!  Between her boots and that strap between her legs, she must have been a hell of a site with open rubbery legs directing all looks to her rubbery hidden sexual pleasures. 
Assistant slipped each arm into the awaiting sleeve.  Slut knew what to expect.  The cold rubber slowly encased her arms and at the end her hands would plunge into the paddle/gloves that held each finger in individual isolation and made her hands useless.  Sure enough the fingers slid home and her stomach fluttered in delight.  Assistant worked the air out of the arms and had her stand.  She teetered in the heels.  Ursula steadied her slut as Assistant pulled the suit to Slut’s nubile and sensuous mounds.

Chapter 3 - Discoveries  

The cool cups of the built-in bra suddenly covered her petite breasts in another layer of rubber.  Slut shrugged her shoulders, feeling her begin to slide slowly into the snug containment.  She twisted sensuously to settle herself further into the glossy jet black covering and felt the thick and stretchy rubber rings, like narrow donuts, slipping down over her breasts.  As they settled against her chest, they slowly tightened around the base of each mound. These rings acted as loose snares, keeping each breast blood-engorged and sensitive under the first suit just like she‘d imagined as she wrote the specs for these little devices.  In short order she would find that they also ensured each breast would always remain fully captive within its highly specialized containment.  For her suit, she’d asked that these donuts be inflatable.  She didn’t know the ultimate results she would discover in the tender mercies of Mistress Ursula.  It would be a terrifying revelation.

Her nipples pushed out towards the tip of each cup, and then slowly each swollen teat inside the little nipple pouches of the first suit pressed themselves past the ring of nubs surrounding the cup's apexes just below small, secondary teat-suckling caps.  She grunted with startled surprise and pain when they dragged across the sensitive skin of her already erected nipples. 

“I made some minor modifications to your little teasing nubs to increase the carnal pleasure,” Ursula smiled knowing the discovery.

The engorged flesh under the first suit’s nipple teats slid almost effortlessly past the rings of outwardly angled nubs and Slut couldn't avoid it happening.

The doubled rubber skin restricted her arms when she tried to reach up with her useless, hand mitts and automatically attempt, uselessly, to grasp and pull the squeezing, painful bra cups away from her breasts.  It was too late.

Ursula smiled at Slut.  “I’m in control, dear.  This might be your fantasy but it’s mine to complete. You’re just a slutty little insignificant slave along for the ride.”

Slut shivered with a thrill at those words.  This was exactly what she’d hoped for!

The outward pointing nubs prohibited the withdrawal of any flesh that had already passed beyond their guardian rings of impalement, and Slut knew instinctively that they would insert themselves into her sensitive nipples if anyone tried to pull the cups away from her breasts. Slut moaned with arousal and fear at the sliding and prickling sensation, quickly realizing that she'd be unable to touch or remove her breasts from the suit, until Ursula released the rings by using the expander tool accessory.

Ursula had that figured to.  She held up the little metal device that she pressed down on the nipple to wedge against the base of the nubs and the ring.  It was painful but with pressure and a squeeze of the handles the left nipple ring spread open momentarily releasing the nipple…just long enough for Assistant to grasp the stud ring with a surgical clamp and pull it past the little guardian nubs.  Ursula closed the expander and let the nubs bite into the base of fleshy bud behind the stud!  She quickly did the same to the right nipple as Slut cringed and grunted.  

Ursula didn’t pull the rings through the slit at the tip of the teat.  She knew that was where the suction cup for the vacuum tube went.  With a little clip of scissors, a tiny slit allowed each ring to pop out of the rubber behind the suction slit.  Ursula watched as Assistant cemented little guard strips around the base of the studs to seal the opening they’d slipped through. 

Gritting her teeth against the painful attentions of the sharpened points, Slut shrugged the last folds up then over her shoulders, feeling her nipples and aureoles being forced further and further past the hidden points, entrapping them ever more deeply.

Assistant pulled strongly on the opened sides of thick rubber skin on her back, struggling to get it into full contact around her body. 

"Is this what you expected, Slut, when you were ordering your suit and toys?”  Ursula removed the gag.  “You may answer direct questions, Slut.”

"You surprised me…”

Ursula cut her off, “No excuses, answer the question!”

“It’s all and more, Mistress,” Shirley said.  She thought, “Those damn nipple rings are a major surprise and I’m not too sure about those things yet!”

For a few moments more Slut continued twisting and writhing while the garment gradually slipped into a perfect fit. It was very tight, and about to become even more so.  The pain in her nipples gradually dulled but remained quite noticeable.

“Are you ready to continue?”  Mistress asked a question that really had only one response.

She hoped it would be affirmative so she could continue to have a compliant slave until too late.

"I guess I'm ready for whatever comes next." Slut gasped, unconsciously shivering herself to escape the painful sticking of the needle-like nubs. Of course, all that this did was to settle them ever more deeply. She waited impatiently while Assistant arranged the next pieces on the bench behind her stool.

"Well, you are a sight for a rubber fetishist!" Ursula exclaimed with anticipation while she walked around Slut, inspecting the fit and watching how she teetered, still blindfolded, in the ballet heels, trying to get used to the boots.

Assistant guided her, still blindfolded, to the high stool that was bolted to the floor, and helped her to sit on it. Once seated, Assistant pulled a wide leather strap tightly over her thighs, anchoring her in place, then began to feed the thin, woven-wire laces through the grommet holes on the edges of the built-in corset. A couple of moments later they were completely threaded, then Assistant began the tightening process from the back, pulling them in forcefully while she sat staring blindly ahead.

"Jesus!" she gasped when the corset began to bite unmercifully into her waist and compress her ribcage.

“Silence!”

Slut seemed to lift a mitt slightly, "How far in are you going to pull this thing?"

“Silence!  You know the limits of the corset.  You wrote the specifications!”

Slut realized that she had indeed written the specifications.  She must have been in one hellova masochistic state when she’d penned the measurements!

Ursula relented a bit.  "Just a little more Slut and Nurse will have the edges meeting all the way from the top to the bottom."  This was getting dicey.  Slut was certainly under control now but if she began to struggle, the process could get ugly.  Must keep her under control.

Nurse/Assistant grunted, keeping a constant tension on the thin wires while they slipped slowly through their grommets; gradually pulling the rigidly double-boned integral corset tighter and tighter.  Slut felt the corset's punishing structure, almost invisible, as it tightened.
Slut slowly remembered how it reached from just under her armpits to well down over her hips! She felt the flattening busk between her tits with its open reinforced ovals guiding her trapped breasts apart and pushing cruelly down on the lasso rings at the base of each succulent mound as Nurse tightened the laces.  She imagined how the exposed blood-engorged globes of soft rubberized flesh were jutting provocatively in the center of the rigid encircling busk piece that flattened the surrounding flesh.  She visualized how the busk split into a smooth yoke just above the breast braces and curved back over her shoulders to join to the back of the corset and acting as an inner shoulder brace harness that firmly pulled her into a 'proper' posture.

"Gawd!! I don't know how long I can stand this!" she thought, feeling the bottom of the stringent garment clamp itself over her hips and buttocks, then pull her shoulders back, forcing her to sit more and more erectly with each passing moment.  The intent had been for the combination of the suit, the shoulder brace, and the corset to become, virtually, her second skin; one that she could not be freed from without help.  She whimpered but smiled a bit as she realized her specifications far exceeded her wildest expectation!

Disregarding her grunts and moans, Nurse continued the work behind her silently pulling the last slack from the lacing.  A couple of sharp clicks sounded when Nurse cut the ends short after clamping them with little metal tabs.  Slut didn’t know about this little added touch.  She’d be unable to loosen them without help.  And so she sat patiently waiting while Nurse finished this part of her entrapment.  Nurse slipped the clamped wires under the lacing.

Nurse locked Slut’s wrists in the wide bands attached to the stool seat.  Now she was sitting on the stool with legs and arms immobilized.  She was truly totally helpless at this point and a new shiver coursed through her retched body as masochistic lust bubbled closer to the surface.

Ursula whisked the blind-fold away and Slut blinked rapidly when the bright overhead lights struck her eyes. She inspected herself in a strategically placed full-length mirror and was amazed at the transformation that had taken place in her appearance. The corset had dramatically reduced her already small waist.  She stared, fascinated, at her reflection; drinking in the look of her glossy black covering, watching the highlights of the over-head lights flowing and spreading over the rubber skin that she'd longed to be a prisoner within.

“Bill had been amazing in his suit at this point, I’m ravishing, gorgeous, stunning, dazzling and more!” Shirley thought and smiled with spontaneous joy!  Only her head was exposed to the open air…her bald and shiny skull surprised her!  The nipple rings shone brilliantly in contrast to the shiny ebony of the suit.  Slut was utterly taken by this newest vision of herself.  Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks as she saw her transformation in fantasy becoming reality!   

“My hair!”

Ursula shushed her soothingly.  “It was necessary to complete your vision when the hoods are worn.  It’ll grow back soon enough.  Meantime, I will get you a nice wig to wear, no extra charge.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Ursula could have added that Slut would never need her hair again but it was still a bit too early.  “Speaking of which, it’s time to put you into the hoods and mask!”

Slut knew this was the final act.  This was the act that would achieve her ultimate masochistic fantasy.  She shook at the Mistress’ words.

Mistress decided to be an active player in the installation of the hoods and gag.  She was aroused by the intricate design enough to want to have these made for all of her clients.  Just locking the interwoven layers of rubber over the victim’s head drove her wildly horny.  She glanced at the Thing in suspension.  That was a thought.

“Now for the first hood.”  Mistress took the open face hood and slipped it over Slut’s hairless head.  It had anatomic ears that fitted against the ears the long plugs slipped deep into the ear canals.  Just like the Thing’s studs, these studs allowed the thick plug to pass into the canal then lock in place.  Sound snuffed off.  Slut let Mistress know, “I can’t hear, Mistress.”

“I know that, dear.”  Slut Mistress’ voice through a mechanical device inside the plugs.  “I’ve studied your plans.” 

Slut nodded as she digested this information.  Mistress Ursula was a very quick study.  The arousal of anticipation surged higher as Slut realized that she was in the hands of a true professional who would know exactly how to use the elaborate equipment to achieve maximum results.  In this case, Shirley/Slut was anticipating a total journey into her deepest masochistic recesses and fulfillment of a five-month festering desire to discover what was beyond the gate to this darkest place in her mind. 

“Open wide.”  Mistress held the menacingly large rubber gag shaped to fit the inside of her mouth perfectly.  It had a round three quarter-inch diameter opening in its mouth and the opening seemed to pass all the way through the thing to the back.  Slut opened her mouth and the huge thing passed her lips.  It filled her mouth.  She knew it would but she still grunted as she gagged on the thing.  Her tongue found a little rubber pouch to slip into and when the thing seemed to be breaking her jaw, the teeth found slots to clamp down.  Even though she knew the consequences, the reflex to bite down was too much and she closed her mouth over the thing.  When she tried to open again her teeth were locked into the gag by the suction.

“My dentist did as fine a job with my impressions as he’d done with Bill’s,“ she mused in her thoughts.  The custom gag matched her mouth perfectly.  There was no possible to spit it out without help.  As soon as all of the hoods and equipment was in place she knew there was no escape until Mistress finished the session.  

“I gather this is a custom made appliance designed to fit only your mouth.  I’m sure you’ll find it quite comfortable, eventually.”

Now the first terror of the night session flashed in her eyes.  “Eventually had an air of finality to it,” Slut thought as she remembered saying those exact words to Thing so long ago.  

Mistress stood beside her.  “Not to worry my dear.  I’ll going to take very good care of you.  You are after all my personal rubber slut.”

“Déjà vu!”  Slut reassured Thing with almost the same words!  Slut knew struggle was in vain but she tried and soon gave up.

The full hood with long neck skirts was next.  Mistress quickly pulled the tight rubber thing to her face.  The earplugs worked deeper into the canals.  Mistress worked long tubes into her nose.  Slut could feel the things working slowly down into the throat.  She pumped little bulbs and the tubes filled with air and locked into place.  She checked Slut’s breathing, now unsteady and rapid.

Slut knew every piece of the puzzle.  She’d labored over the design of the customized equipment, yet now that she was actually submitting to the tender pleasure/pain the equipment would deliver, she was shocked by the depth of despair and lust the actual treatment invoked.

Slut looked at the bright silver ring seemed to framing her mouth like a surprised, “Oh!”

She  thought the expression was quite accurate.  Nurse zipped the hood closed at the back and tucked the hood under the shoulders of the suit and zipped the suit to the base of the collar.  The long neck piece still hung open. The tight hood clamped against her face.  She stared at the shiny ebony figure strapped helplessly to the stool and realized the figure beneath the sensuous shiny rubber was herself and she shook with lust despite her fear.

“Oh, Slut does love it so,” Slut heard through the communications link.

Nurse wrapped the thick padded posture collar around her neck.  Slut had to lift her head to the sky to cradle her skull in the nesting saddle of rubber-lined steel.  The spring of the collar snapped it shut as Nurse closed it.  The locking hasps disappeared inside the mechanism.  Slut remembered the spec for the collar.  The special release tool was in the accessory kit.  She wondered in terror if Mistress knew about the kit!  She tried to move her head but could only manage slight side-to-side movement.

Now Mistress took up the black rubber feeding tube.  Slut wondered what Thing thought it had been before she started feeding it into his mouth.  It looked like a snake.  

Mistress explained the process that Slut already knew.  “You must swallow this down as I feed it through the gag or else you might choke.”  She said more about the gag reflex and irritation that Slut didn’t really hear.  Her eyes were locked on the slimy thing that would become one piece of her life-giving machinery once it was in place.  Mistress commented at the end of her speech, “But then you already know about the feeding tube.”  Slut jerked out of her reverie.  

Slut could do nothing but accept the slippery thing as Mistress fed it into the mouth circle.  Slut grunted and felt gag reflex but  swallowed and the thing slid down her throat.  A little twist at the end of the tube and it locked with a snap onto the ring in the gag.  Mistress pumped a little bulb and Slut felt the thing sealing itself inside her.

Mistress stood back, hands on hips and nodded admiringly.  She picked up the modified gasmask.  It was the standard military combat mask attached to a hood, just like Thing‘s.  The outlet cup was modified to mate with the feeding tube but the exhaust slits were still beneath the opening.  It had two round eye ports to see out of, a nose cup that would fit the tubes protruding from Slut’s nose and an opening for the feeding tube to seat against from the inside.  It had two inlet ports in each cheek like any gasmask.  A curved metal neckpiece in the base of the hood mated with the collar.  Mistress pulled the thing to Slut’s face from behind.  She carefully adjusted the breathing tubes to the nose cup.  She pushed the mouth to the feed tube and Slut heard the vibration of the snap in her ears.  Slut shivered again with the knowledge of her growing isolation and reliance on this rubberized cocoon.  Mistress closed the zipper of the hood and the ring aligned with the collar.  The hood base locked to the collar piece with a snap.  Again the fear of the permanence and the conflicting power of the enclosing rubber suit twisted Slut in all directions at once.  She heard the popping of rubber gasket valves as she breathed in and out.

Mistress picked up a controller and pushed a button.  Slut’s view went dark.  “This mask is very nice.  I especially like those polarized lenses.  I commend your imagination, Slut.  You are a genius!  She seemed to mock Slut’s predicament.  

Vision view returned and Slut stared at her shiny rubber encased body with the bizarre gasmask and silvery eye circles looking blankly back at her.  Gawd, she and Thing were male/female bookends!  They were two peas in the same pod!  She shuddered visibly at the thought.

Mistress pulled the “second skin” hood over the gasmask.  Like Thing’s, it matched the eye ports, snout and inlet ports perfectly.  Nurse cemented the exposed edges of the hood’s opening to the mask.  Then Mistress finished rolling the suit’s neck rubber over the outer rubber hood’s neck.  She zipping the suit  closed then used rubber cement to seal the overlapping neckpiece to the outer hood of the mask.  As Slut watched, she added more cement to parts of the suit with exposed zippers and she sealed little flaps smoothly to the suit.  The permanence of her design sent the strongest shock through her trembling body yet.  What had she done?

Mistress now applied her attention to Thing.  She’d decided that suspension was the first punishment the little Slut needed.  Thing was already in suspension so he had to come down.  Mistress decided he needed rest.  So the bed plank seemed to be the place for him.  She lowered him from the chains and helped him to the bed.  She helped him onto the shelf and pulled the bag around him snuggly.  He was absolutely compliant through the process, obviously resigned to whatever came.  He’d really been in this bondage for some time.  Mistress reconnected his tubing and pulled all of the straps tightly about his body.  She pulled the two-way zip up enough so that his sheathed and ringed cock was standing out of the sack in full rubbery glory.  She had some really nice plans for that thick rubber sheathed and mechanized toy that hid the hot manhood inside!

Nurse released Slut’s arms and attached them to the overhead hoist.  Slut’s arm rose above her.  Then Nurse attached a hobble line to Slut’s ankles.  She released the thigh straps and lifted slut off the ground.  The suit harness took the weight and distributed it throughout the system.  Nurse pulled all of the chains taut, leaving Slut dangling there between floor and ceiling.

Mistress hooked up all of the wonderful tubes, control lines and electrical feeds to the suit.  
She made it a breathing game as she attached lengths of tubing to the inlet ports of the gasmask.  Slut sucked hard for air but the long winding tubes seemed constricted.

"I can see that you're having some difficulty breathing, Slut." she muttered, connecting then tugging on the two long corrugated rubber hoses that would maintain and so overwhelmingly govern Slut’s life from now on.  With a rapid twist of each wrist on the hose's locked to the inlet ports.  Thirty seconds passed while she watched Slut’s staring eyes through the multiple coverings. Slut’s chest heaved desperately to get air into starving lungs; but the inner masks sucked even more tightly against her face when she attempted to inhale.  Mistress switched on the oxygen-enriched air supply then again watched closely. Now, Slut’s lungs were forcibly filled and allowed to exhaust themselves, thanks to the compression of the corset and suit, before being re-inflated.  Slut was but the body inside an isolated rubber world, almost a human robot, encased in rubber.  Her eyes closed in relief. At the regulator, the breathing bag slowly inflated and deflated in cadence with each breath.

Her breathing was measured by the cycle of the forced inflation system.  Terrifying thoughts coursed through her mind as I hung in her rubber prison.  She trembled in excitement and fear as every possible fantasy rushed through her mind.  Was this just the beginning of an incredible night to remember?  Was this the beginning of some incredible week of concentrated rubber lusting?  Was this punishment?  That thought spread and so did a dread.  Slut really didn’t know much about this mysterious Mistress who appeared at her door offering all of the answers.  Was this Rutherford’s idea?  Did he guess the truth about Bill?  Gawd, it was too late now, she thought suspended above the floor.

Slut abruptly realized that she was now truly locked inside her rubbery layers, helplessly suspended in mid-air. In all of her dreams for this moment, she didn’t realize how completely vulnerable and erotically aroused she’d be!  Certainly, she could still move her raised hands and arms against their slightly loose chains fastened to the spreader-bar above her head, and she was able to kick her feet to the limits of the short hobbles; but she was completely suspended! There wasn't any way for her to get at a single one of her fastenings even had her fingers and thumbs not been embedded in the sturdy mitts locked over her hands. She remained anchored to the floor below by the chain locked to the hobbles, ensuring that she was kept centered, even though she could bounce slightly on the spring-loaded chains. With a gagged-strangled and ragged shriek of near-hysteria she thrashed frenziedly against her restraints, desperate to somehow free herself.

Mistress watched with fascination as the range of emotions played out before her eyes.
She opened the computer file for “Female” and clicked of the “Execute” button…how appropriate, Mistress thought.

Inside the cloying blackness of her masks, Slut felt the first stirrings of her Discipline Equipment.

Her nipples began to tingle then suddenly fierce, vibrating, pulsing, shocks coursed through the tender, blood-engorged, needlelike nub penetrated and sensitive flesh.  Her breasts and nipples, already swollen with sensitizing blood, extruded even further outwards into the small teat sucker cups at the tips of the tight breast confinements; pushing deeply through, and past, the needle/nub rings so that they began a further re-penetration.  Within the mitts, her rubber encased and isolated fingers attempted to claw their way out of the dense foam surrounding them, frantically trying to free themselves.  Slut screamed against the huge, totally efficient plug in her mouth from the sudden, inescapable agony of the needling shocks, even as the suit began to discipline her tongue and mouth with pulsing waves of agonizing strength. 

Her specifications for the equipment had been perfect, drawn up in a demented mind of fantasy, truly beyond any realm of reality and now she had allowed herself to be locked in this erotically perverse prison!

Her legs flailed against their short hobbling wires, jerking spastically when she automatically tried to pull them as far up as she could.  The chain attached to her clit and pussy raked and bit and pulled her labia closer to the phallus as she kicked and strained in pain.  It was impossible! Her ankle-cuffs were jerked to an immediate stop by their short wires, driving both the plugs deeper yet, and waggling them madly around inside her loins. She screamed in mindless utterly feminine distress the plugs twisted and jerked in response to the her own frenzied kicking.

The plug and clitoral electrodes seemed suddenly to ignite! Shocks first twitched, then coursed with revolting pulses through her most sensitive female flesh. Now howling incoherently against her gag, she writhed and shook herself demented dance while she was disciplined.  Her inner thighs started to shiver and jerk uncontrollably when more electrodes came to life, making her spread her legs apart and jerk even more strongly on her hobble wires!  When her legs opened what little they were permitted by her fastenings, the finger and electrodes of the clitoral stimulator pressed even more deeply into the node of her femininity than they had before.  The little finger began to vibrate fiercely, rapidly driving her into shivering and writhing fits of excitation and a wail of desire and arousal pushed up her throat.  The collar reacted.  A sizzling series of painful electrical pulses were unleashed from either side of her clit, passing directly through the now supersensitive nerve center of sensual universe!  The pain was acute and totally unexpected, and she screeched with agony as her legs jerked spastically against their restraints.  It went on and on!

Slut knew then that she had descended into the depths of a personal hell that permitted no respite or release.  She was her own worse enemy!  She’d designed the equipment, though a merciless Mistress kept a professional eye on her victim.  In her loins, the fire and needling of electricity grew stronger and stronger.  Her wild struggling and writhing, bouncing there in isolation in mid-air, quickly disoriented her from whatever grasp of her surroundings she had previously had and forced her to concentrate her full awareness on her tortured erogenous zones.  The shocks changed constantly in cadence and strength until she became a raving mad woman and then passed out from the intense agony.  Eventually Slut came back to awareness; but it was only to be assaulted again!  With a slow and deliberate movement the two huge plugs embedded within her vagina and ass alternately partially withdrew and thrust slowly back into her depths!  They began to increase the tempo of thrusting and withdrawal until she felt as though her very core was the cylinder of some bizarre engine of pressure, pain, and pleasure! Along its huge girth, soft yet intrusive rubber fingers slipped sibilantly over that semi-mythical area known as the 'G' spot, teasing her again to higher and higher planes of feminine sexual arousal until she thought that she would go utterly crazy from the turmoil of the sensations being forced into her mind.  In the rear, that monster raked through her rectal canal and pushed against the thin wall of skin separating uterus from abdomen.  At times she thought the two would touch each other in an explosion of erotic mayhem!

She strained to remain silent under the onslaught she was being subjected to, biting hard onto the deep gag pad but it was a hopeless attempt.  She groaned, then screamed, as the electronic sentinels attached to her throat and collar unleashed more punishing electrical pulses through her clitoris and nipples!  She couldn't stop her screaming and of course the pulses built higher and higher until again she was driven from awareness in an agony-illuminated burst of sensation.

The next time she woke, it was to experience another horrifying sensation. From the hollow plug gripped by her anal sphincter, a flood of lukewarm water surged up into her corset-compressed belly!  She screamed raggedly again while her bowels filled, causing a discomfort that she never realized could be felt as she suffered the first of many huge, forced enemas.  Panting and gasping the oxygen-enriched air pumped through her mask into her lungs, she bawled helplessly from the pain and terror, unable to escape the intimate torturing; but there was even more to come.  Sensations so overwhelming, that she couldn't even name them.

At the tips of her breasts, the doubled hoses and suction cups attached to the nipples slowly began a pulsating suction and release cycle on her ringed nipples and areolas.  At first the sensation was astoundingly pleasurable; but the blood-engorged flesh quickly began to ache fiercely from the strain of the throbbing vacuum being so callously and continually applied.  To add to her horror and discomfort, at the end of each suction cycle, her nipples gradually retracted into the ring of evilly penetrating nubs!  They inexorably transfixed her super-sensitive flesh, sending fresh, stifled screams from her steel and rubber-encased throat. That though was nowhere near the final act of her breast's disciplining!

Now, the other options came into play! The nooses cinched around her breasts against her chest wall were suddenly filled with high pressure air! They closed around the bases of the fleshy masses, squeezing them painfully away from her body and deeper into their rubbery cups! From the outside, the rubber stretched as her breasts ballooned outwards.  Her nipples were forced and sucked deeper and deeper past the torturing rings of needles!  She cursed the Mistress that modification to her suit!  What would have been erotically dull pleasure/pain was now excruciating torture!  She felt as though her breasts were slowly being severed from her body by the rubber nooses and they were so far removed from sight and the ability of anyone to stop the process that she could hardly stand the thought of what was happening to them and to her!  The rings obviously filled to a much greater pressure than her default specs.  She suspected the other setting were changed too!

Suddenly, vibrators buried within the two dildos and the one pressing against her clitoris buzzed into a vibrating life all at once, sending waves of incredible sexual stimulation crashing through her already reeling mind. The sensations rose higher and higher, mixing inextricably into the wash of flooding stimulation and at the monitor, Mistress checked her blood pressure, breathing, and heart monitors; glancing at the pulsing bar graphs on the screen that indicated her brain activity, checking to see that her disciplining wasn't too severe, then she secured the key-board. 

Mistress walked over to the Thing and boldly mounted his cock.  She let the pulsating member slide into her dripping cunt and rode his pulsing shaft to delightful explosion!

Oblivious of the wild sex inspired by her ordeal, Slut jerked and twisted insanely in her personal hell of blackness, trying frantically to beg for release from her mind-shattering torments, while she was assaulted again and again by the horrible devices locked onto and inside her vulnerable, encased body.  It was no use.  She was utterly silenced and totally concealed from an unknowing and uncaring world beyond.

Despite her discomfort and devastating pain, her masochism began to come to the fore while she was slowly and irresistibly aroused by the plunging of the plug, the throbbing of the insidious vibrators and the constant stimulation of her breasts.  Automatically prevented from crying out her apologies and pleas for release; she began to ride the demonic attacks on her mind and body, rising quickly to orgasmic release.

Everything suddenly stopped!!!

Mistress rode Thing to another incredible blast as Slut hung there in frustration.  “This is the best good fortune I’ve ever had,” Mistress thought.

The communications link sputtered to life, “By now, my little rubber slut, you’ve figured out that I changed some of the settings on your equipment.  I’m watching your vitals closely so not to worry your little head any.”  

“The BITCH!”  Screamed Slut silently into her gag.

For long moments Slut was left hanging on the very edge of an incipient explosion of female pleasure, gasping with exertion and frustration.  Nothing happened. She could not get that final kick to get herself to a climax!  Slut slowly recovered her senses within the limitless blackness and silence of her suspension; but after some five minutes, the low-level shocks and stimulation began once more.  Under the suit's gleaming exterior, her already sensitized flesh responded rapidly to the renewed stimuli and she was taken again to the pre-orgasmic plateau, suffering the intense combination of pain and pleasure even more thoroughly than she had the first time!

Unfortunately for her, the computer monitored her carefully while she was being conditioned by the continual stimulation /punishment regime.  Time after time it shut down the various inputs, just as she was ready to detonate; leaving her to curse and scream frustratingly into her gag with trembling and then whimpering desolation.  This process continued unabated for long hours, until she was crazed with a desperate need to achieve release, then finally, with a burst of completely unendurable sensations, she was willingly forced over the edge to a titanic orgasm.

A fiery blast of magma turned her entire body and mental core into a flooding plain of scintillating sensation then she passed out in an overwhelming tidal wave of whirling star-bursts mixed with the white-hot lances of searing and agonizing shocks.  She hung limply unconscious while her torments tapered off; twitching, gasping, and sobbing with relief at their momentary cessation and hopelessly struggling to free herself.

When she finally returned to full awareness much later, still suspended in darkness and swinging gently back and forth, she began to realize that it hadn't been a bad dream!  She really was a prisoner; gagged, blinded, silenced utterly, and helplessly bound, with no way to escape from the Mistress.  Her nipples burned fiercely from the pulsating suction and the penetration of the sharpened nubs; but under the rubbery cups she felt them begin to stiffen again, pulling at the rings deeply embedded in their bases when more shocks began to twitch her breast-flesh!  The nooses around their bases had relaxed their grip sometime during the process; but they began to reassert their strangling hold on her once more.  She screamed anew into her gag as her breasts were once more snared into painful hemispheres of feminine vulnerability, and again the automatic discipline cycle that her attempted screams triggered off punished her terribly.

There was nothing she could do to stop the process!!!

More screams of hysteria tore from her soul when the imperative impulses of electrical energy increased in intensity, making her sensitive mounds turn into horribly painful sensory organs.  Tiny and perky, she’d been quite proud of the way they set off her petite shape.  The torturing of her breasts that she now suffered made her wish despairingly that she'd never been born a female or had breasts!  Once more, the plugs buried in her loins began their irresistible manipulations, making her thrash crazily in suspension while she was forced to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.  And she relished in her masochistic lust and took back the words she thought a moment before.  To be born a female and to achieve such carnal heights filled her demented mind!  

The dungeon resounded only to the clattering sound of her flailing chains, for her strangled shrieks were kept fully contained within her masks, helmets and the looping air hoses, and the powerful screams of Mistress as she rode Thing to her seventh massive explosion of carnal lust!  Mistress noted that the Thing hadn’t been exactly dormant during the game.  He’d had at least four rocking orgasms of his own, carrying him to rolling heights of passion, aware of the weight on his crotch, but totally unaware of what the weight meant.  After his fourth cum, Mistress switched the control on his mask to view.  She saw no change in the silver eyes lenses but the sudden and renewed shaking of the trembling bound body was enough for her to know his new arousal was totally in response to the rubberized vision of woman sexuality sitting across his midriff!  He went rigid a fifth time as a new wave of lust spread from his loins!

Now Mistress had to think about the future, well actually the next 24 hours.

“Rutherford, you will make Shirley disappear,” Ursula said matter-of-factly.

“What?”

“I have to repeat myself?”

“No, Ma’am.  Only Shirley is respected in her community.  She has lots of friends.  She will be missed.”

“Do I have to plan everything?  Write a letter explaining that she’s off on a long trip to recover from the grief of finally admitting Bill is gone.  She went to Europe to a special clinic that deals with such things.  Leave a generous donation with the church.  Leave a forwarding address for letters, mine.  Leave an e-mail account as well.  I’ll make sure it’s set up.  It’s name will be ’ltxstgslt@hotmail.com’.  I’m sure you can figure out the details now.”

“I think I understand.”

“I’ll eventually write a letter to the friends that she decided to remain in care for a longer than originally planned time.  Ultimately, we’ll write that she has made a new home in Germany and will not return to Seattle.”

“I want you to sign her trust over to me.  I’ll send you the particulars of a solicitor to contact.   I will transfer $1,000,000 to your account to complete the services I ask.”

“Yes. Ma’am.  I will take care of everything.”

“You must deliver the letter by the end of tomorrow.  That’s when I’m scheduled to leave.  I will be taking Shirley and her husband with me.”

“What?  You found Bill?”

“I found him, yes.  I doubt he’s Bill anymore;  he’s more of a rubber slut plaything by now.  No worry, I know exactly how to take care of little rubber sluts, both the types who are involuntarily imprisoned and the ones who desire the treatment.”

“Yes, Mistress.  I’m sure you do.”

The next day, Mistress Ursula relaxed in her first class seat.  Assistant sat quietly next to her.  In the cargo bay were two large caskets labeled “Remains of Bill Goodwyn and Shirley Goodwyn,” respectively.  The final destination identified as “The Estate of Ursula Grundwald, Frankfort, Germany.”

Inside each casket was a rubberized and sealed up body protected by heavy foam padding with an air bottle and air supply for 24 hours.  The portable devices to stimulate the two purred on inside the caskets.  The two rubber prisoner sluts quite entertained as they rode orgasm after orgasm in the pressing darkness of their tombs.  No sound escaped their gags, hoods, and the sound-proof padding of the caskets.
 
 
 
 
 

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