Rubber Bondage Slave 2

Part Two

Chapter 3 - In which the Rubber Bondage prisoner finds a whole new world.

The first item I put on was a very thick re-inforced Rubber Corselette with built in prominent falsies, giving me about a size 38 bust. I had to breathe in deeply to get the front zip to close, and when I had secured the six Straps and buckles across the zip I found it difficult to bend over. I put on a pair of long Rubber Stockings, and attached the tops to the eight suspenders around the bottom of the Rubber Corselette. Next was a pair of knee length Rubber Knickers that were extremely tight fitting. They were made from thick, heavy Black Rubber and were cutaway at the front and at the back. 

This left my cock and balls and my bum cheeks fully exposed. Just putting on these garments gave me an erection, and the way the tight fitting Rubber enclosed my body added to my mounting excitement. Over the Rubber Underwear I put on a close fitting Black Rubber Petticoat, which came to my mid calf. Over this I put on a loose fitting Black Rubber Dress, which reached to just below the Black Rubber Petticoat. The Black Rubber Dress was made from two layers of thick Rubber. It had a high, tight stiff collar and full-length sleeves with tight, close fitting cuffs, which were in White Rubber. I then slipped my Rubber encased feet and legs into a pair of Black Rubber Riding Boots. Finally there was an Apron made from two thick layers of White Rubber. It had a high bib, and the Apron fully covered the front of the Rubber Dress. So far everything had fitted me perfectly. 

It was uncanny how my new Mistress happened to have all this Rubber Clothing available to just fit me. Just for a moment I wondered if this was something She had been planning for a long time and finding me trapped in the Rubber Strait Jacket Suit had brought things to head. No doubt I would find out one day. I next looked at the set of Chains. There were Ankle Manacles and Wrist Manacles, a Collar and a wide Waist Belt all made from heavy Black Leather. The Ankle Manacles were linked with a chain as were the Wrist Manacles and from the centres of these link Chains a long Chain joined them together and was also attached to the Waist Belt and the Collar. I fitted the Manacles around my Ankles over the Rubber Riding Boots and as they clicked shut I realised Mistress Marie must have the key to release them.

I fitted on the Waist Belt and then the Collar and finally the Wrist Manacles and found myself in self-applied Bondage from which I couldn’t get free until my Landlady who was now calling herself my Mistress decided to release me. The rustle of Rubber startled me and my Mistress still dressed in her Shiny Black Rubber was in the room looking me up and down. 

“From time to time 818 I shall want to inspect you underneath your dress. I shall clap my hands together and use one of these three commands that you will obey instantly. ‘Up front’ means you lift the front of your Rubber Dress, Rubber Petticoat and the Rubber Apron above your waist and you will lean slightly backwards. ‘Up back’ means you lift the back of your Rubber Clothing above your waist and you will lean slightly forwards, ‘Up both’ means you gather up all of your Rubber Clothing and lift it all above your waist and stand upright. When I have finished whatever I needed to do I will simply say ‘Down’, and you will lower your Rubber Clothing back down making sure it is fully lowered and neat and tidy.  Do you understand all that”? 

“Yes, Mistress Marie”, I said in a very quiet voice, “I understand”.

“Good” She said, then She clapped Her Rubber Gloved hands together twice, ‘clap, clap’ and snapped “Up front”.

I went to bend down and pick up the hems of the Rubber Dress and Rubber Apron and found it to be virtually impossible to obey her simple instruction. The stiff Leather Collar and the stiff Rubber Collar of the Rubber Dress prevented me from looking down towards my feet. I also discovered I couldn’t bend forward very far because of the tight, stiffened Rubber Corselette. Even when I managed to lean forward the small amount the Rubber Corselette allowed the Wrist Chains, which were attached to the Leather Waist Belt didn’t allow my hands to reach the hems of the Rubber Garments. Eventually by bending my knees I could reach the hems of the three Rubber Garments. I was then able to stand up and lift the Heavy Black Rubber Dress, the Black Rubber Petticoat and the Thick White Rubber Apron above my waist. The crackling noise from the stiff Heavy Rubber was almost deafening. 

She stood close in front of me and bent forward. With a Rubber Gloved hand She grasped my now smoothly shaved cock and balls and pulled them away from my body. I felt something cold being fitted around my cock and ball root, then there was a loud ‘click’ and as She withdrew Her hands I felt a heavy weight pulling at my cock and balls and I could hear the clinking of chains. 

“Just something to make sure you are fully aware at all times that you are my prisoner. Later on I will introduce you to a device that will control you in more ways than one. It will be much more effective than the padlock I have just fitted and it will be a constant reminder of your Rubber Bondage prisoner and Rubber slave status.” She clapped Her hands once and snapped, “Down!” 

As I let the Rubber Dress and Rubber Apron drop down I could feel cold chains tapping against the insides of my Rubber Stocking covered legs and cold metal pressing against the back of my balls.

She clipped a lead to a ring on the front of the Collar. “Come along 818, we’ll take a walk to your new room and I’ll introduce you to some of the delights and pleasures it contains, and explain a little about how your time will now be spent in serving your Rubber Mistress.”

She gave the lead a tug and I followed Her out of the room and along the landing. We stopped at a heavy wooden door which She unlocked using two separate keys. This revealed a flight of stairs and I followed Her up these stairs with some difficulty. 

The Chain Set and the Heavy Rubber Apron hampered me. At the top was a short landing with three doors and She stopped in front of the furthest door. She pressed a button on the wall and a buzzing sound like I heard at the shop where I bought the Rubber Strait Jacket Suit told me it was an electric lock. The door slid open with a faint hissing noise and I was led inside to the middle of a room, which was about as big as my ‘old’ bedroom. She pushed a button beside the door and it slid shut with the same hissing noise and I heard the latch click, but I could see no mechanism on the inside to open it. On the wall was a small numbered push-button pad.

 I realised that to open the door from inside the room a code was needed. She led me into the centre of the room and unclipped the lead and Her Rubber Gloved hands went ‘clap, clap’ followed by “Up front”. I was able to respond this time much quicker. “Now kneel down keeping your clothes up.” was Her next command. I managed to kneel down without overbalancing. She bent down and I felt tension being put on the padlock fitted around my cock and balls. “Down” She said and then moved over to a Rubber covered bench at one end of the room and sat down on it.

“Your security chains are now attached to a ring in the floor which will prevent you from making any surprise moves toward your Mistress.”

”When I leave I will fasten you to a longer tether chain which will allow you to move anywhere in this room but no further. The door can only be opened from inside with the right code. You will have your own personal code, which I shall tell you later. “

“I can disable the code downstairs if I don’t want you wandering about the house. It also has a lockout on it if the wrong code is put in more than three times. So you have been warned, it will earn you 1,000 demerits for each wrong code you try to enter. That includes making mistakes with your own personal code.”

“The two doors we passed outside are my treatment rooms for my visitors and at the moment are of no concern to you. This is to be your room from now on. During the next week when you go to work each day I will leave what I consider to be suitable clothes for you to dress in, and when you return from work you will leave those clothes outside this room and in here you will dress in whatever Rubber Clothing I have put out for you. Each evening when you get in there will be a list of duties for you to perform and I may award demerits for poor work, or any other reason I might think of. To begin with your weekends are reserved for your initial training and instruction. There will also be a period for your Punishment so you can start each week with a clean page in the demerit book.  Any demerits that get carried over are doubled. Obviously when you have left your job you will then have all day to perform the duties I will set out for you. I will then be able to use the evenings and the night for your instruction, education, training and of course Punishment as you will slowly become the perfect prisoner and slave in Rubber Bondage.” 

“When you are not occupied with other duties the week-ends will be devoted to more severe discipline and administering Punishment to clear your weeks accumulation of demerits. If you think you can avoid earning demerits by working very hard and behaving yourself then I’m afraid you will be disappointed when each week-end arrives.” 

“There is a shower and a loo in the room which makes it very self contained.  The toilet and the urinal have a silent flushing system to avoid disturbing my clients during the day. You will only need to leave this room to perform your various duties around the house, and also for meals.” 

“At night you will be sheathed and tubed and connected to a drain bottle so there will be no need for you to get out of bed. In fact that will be impossible anyway because you will be in extremely secure Rubber Bondage every night. You will of course sleep in some restrictive Rubber Clothing at night. I feel sure you would enjoy a few nights in a properly applied Rubber Strait Jacket, if your scrap book is anything to go by.”

She patted the bench She was sat on, “This is your bed. It has a set of very heavy Rubber Sheets. The top one will totally enclose you, so you will constantly breathe in the wonderful aroma of Rubber all night long. The bed has a very wide range of Chains and Straps for ensuring you will remain there all night.” 

“You will still eat your meals with me downstairs. I will then be able to control your diet, as I don’t want you putting on weight and not be able to fit into the Rubber Clothing. However you will find yourself spending some time in my kitchen relieving me of the mundane chores of clothes washing and ironing, preparing food, clearing up, providing light snacks and refreshment for My visitors and keeping my large wardrobe of Rubber Clothing for my visitors in clean condition and in good repair.” 

“As well as keeping the house spotless from top to bottom, you will find time to construct new items of equipment for me to use on my visitors.”

“Of course each item of equipment you construct will have to be thoroughly tested,” and She gave a short sardonic laugh, “So you will also become chief tester. I shall keep you fully occupied at all times, what with household duties, testing things, undergoing training or being Punished you will I very much doubt have any time to be idle.” 

Chapter 4 - In which the Rubber Bondage prisoner discovers a strange new world.

She pointed to a large wooden frame against one of the walls. “That is a very versatile Bondage Frame, and I’m sure that by tomorrow you will have been introduced to some of its many pleasures. It will be used quite often I’m sure to get some of your demerits removed. One of your jobs will be to modify it to make it much more effective. Now then beware of the Interrogation Chair. I use it for just that purpose. With my prisoner secured into it I can get him to reveal anything I need to know.” and she pointed with her Rubber Booted foot to a heavy, padded wooden chair with sides and a high back. 

I could see a mass of straps and buckles attached all over it and clamps for the ankles and legs, also the neck and head. “It is I can assure you not for relaxing in.”

“As I’m sure you must realise by now this is also your punishment room. You will I’m sure before very long be introduced to the delights of ‘Pandora’s dilemma device’, and this is my pride and joy ‘The T.V. Viewing Chair’ now that really is something for you to look forward too.”

She ran Her hands over the narrow padded upright back and cross-arm of a very strange looking piece of equipment. I could see it was a sort of chair with a very small padded place to sit and a pair of narrow padded platforms for the legs to rest in a horizontal position. I could visualise how vulnerable one would be secured to it, and with one’s arms secured horizontal it would be extremely uncomfortable sat on it for any length of time. 

 “I shall keep a book in which all your demerits will be recorded for poor work and any infractions of my rules and of course any thing else I care to dream up. There is a list of my rules in the folder on the table over there.” and she pointed to a small table and a chair in the corner of the room. 

“I have said you can earn demerits, but there is no provision to earn credits. Being my perfect Rubber Bondage prisoner and Rubber slave will be the only way to avoid earning demerits, but as I just said I will award them anyway. A Rubber Bondage prisoner cannot possibly go without some form of Punishment at least once a week.” 

“But as your very cruel Rubber Mistress I reserve the right to award demerits for any reason I might think of and I have a very inventive mind.”

“I think I have talked enough for now, if you have any questions you can ask them later on, perhaps at lunch-time. I consider mealtimes to be a period when my prisoner is free to speak to me without the usual restraints when he is working. Generally you will be Rubber Hooded, Rubber Gagged and Rubber Plugged and Rubber Gloves are also mandatory. You can also tell me what decision you have reached about staying here and becoming my Rubber Bondage prisoner and Slave. For your first day I am allowing some relaxation of my very strict rules on dress, but assuming you decide to stay tomorrow will be a very different day for you.”

She stood up and walked over to me. “I’m fully aware that all this Rubber and Bondage and the sight of me dressed in Rubber is making you very excited.” 

“You will be allowed relief, but I will decide when and how it will be given. Don’t even think about masturbating yourself. That privilege is reserved for Me. From time to time I shall expect you to give Me some pleasure, so to ensure you perform to my satisfaction I shall expect to find you able to do just that. I shall leave you now and I’ll be back when it is time for lunch.” 

“You can study my rules and examine the equipment in here. I will answer any questions you might have about your new situation as my Rubber Bondage prisoner and Slave during lunch-time.” 

She clapped Her hands and snapped “Up front”. Again she bent in front of me and I could hear the clinking of Chains and felt She was attaching something to the cock and ball padlock. With a loud rustle of Rubber She stepped across to the door and quickly punched in a code, the door slid open, she stepped through and the door closed behind her and clicked shut. I clanked across to the door and found it fitted flush inside the doorframe. There was no edge to get my fingers into to prise it open. I then made my way over to the table - now fully aware of the Heavy Chain dragging at my cock and balls - pulled out the chair and sat down. My mind was in a total turmoil. Part of me was rebelling against this enforced captivity. 

I was encased in heavy Rubber Clothing, secured with locked Manacles, Waist Belt and a Collar and all these devices linked with Heavy Chains. My cock and balls were trapped with a padlock and Heavy Chains were keeping me just like a prisoner in this room full of strange equipment designed to further restrain me even more. Then there were the promises and threats of more Rubber Enclosure and Punishments for not doing as this awesome Rubber Mistress was going to order me to do. But another part of me was revelling in this strange new situation I found myself in. 

The rampant erection I was sporting underneath the Rubber Clothing told me I was enjoying every second of my new position. I realised only too well that this had been my dream for the past 10 years. It had been my secret fantasy, something I had always felt could never happen. But without any stretch of the imagination here I was a Rubber Bondage prisoner, the Rubber Clothing and the locked on Chains were very, very real. I was in a room with items of equipment I had never imagined existed. Downstairs was a woman dressed fully in Shiny Black Rubber who had demanded I put my self into my present situation. Then She had Chained me up and locked the door to the room. She was going to take me out shopping, with both of us dressed in Rubber. There seemed to be no possible hope of escape - but did I want to escape - of course I didn’t! I was loving every second of my new situation and I had no desire to bring it to an end. But what about the Punishments she had threatened me with if I misbehaved. 

Well I would have to be extra careful and do whatever she ordered me to do.  I came back to reality and turned my attention to the folder on the table. I read through the first three pages and my mind reeled at the rules I had to follow to avoid being Punished. The next two pages listed the number of demerits that would be awarded for each misdemeanour. But nowhere did it mention what Punishments the demerits earned. I was beginning to get a nagging doubt in the back of my mind if this really was what I wanted. But the thought of being Punished with severe Rubber Bondage helped me to overcome those doubts and push them to one side. It was something I would regret before the weekend was over and Monday morning had arrived. But at this moment I was blinded by the thought of being under the total control and domination of a Rubber Mistress, and being dressed totally in Rubber and kept in escape proof Bondage.

I decided I had to discover what it was my Mistress had fitted around my cock and ball root to remind me I was Her Rubber Bondage prisoner. One wall of the room was fitted with full-length mirrors, which gave the room a feeling of being larger than it actually was. I crouched down and lifted up the hems of the Rubber Dress, Rubber Petticoat and Rubber Apron, and by looking in the mirror I could see my reminder. Locked around my cock and balls was a large Brass Padlock with two short Chains fastened to it. She had secured the tether Chain to these short Chains which all added to the weight of this securing device. I let the Rubber Dress and Rubber Apron drop back down and accepted the fact that I was indeed Her Rubber Bondage prisoner and at the moment there was no possible hope of escape. I walked around the room and in the far corner was the shower and toilet. 

The toilet was located in a recess with no door, so modesty was not a matter to be concerned about. I could see a flush pipe going to the back of the bowl but there was no cistern. Just a large valve in the flush pipe with a lever to operate it and I wondered why it was arranged like that. The shower did have a glass screen around it, but the glass was clear, so again modesty was not something of concern. I was surprised to see a male urinal bowl fitted to the wall at the back of the shower with the same flushing arrangement as the toilet. After thinking about it for a while I could see it would be extremely difficult to use the toilet pan to urinate dressed and secured as I was. The heavy Rubber Clothing and Restricting Rubber Corselette and the Collar and set of Chains and Manacles would hamper me. Whereas it would be fairly easy to stand and pee into the bowl just by lifting up the front of the Rubber Dress and Rubber Apron. I looked at the ‘Interrogation Chair’ that She had indicated was not for ‘relaxing in’. I could see that the victim could be held completely immobile if only half of the Straps were secured around him. I wondered what it would be like when they were all buckled up. My Mistress seemed to have a preoccupation with security and I felt sure She would make every one of the Straps as tight as possible. The Bondage Frame seemed less fearsome, but I could see that with a bit of ingenuity a victim could be secured in some very unusual positions.

I was quite sure that as a ‘semi-professional Mistress’ She would be very well aware of all the positions I could imagine and some I wouldn’t even have thought possible. I turned my attention to the ‘bed’. It was covered in Shiny Black Rubber, the same as the Dress She was wearing. The top was padded but felt quite firm. There was a pillow covered in the same Rubber material and it was attached to the top covering with press-studs. A steel bar was fitted along each side of the bed. Hanging from one bar were 25 wide, thick Leather Straps and from the other bar 25 heavy buckles hung down. Screwed into each side of the bed between the Straps were heavy steel hooks, and these were also fitted at each end of the bed. I guessed they were used for Rope Bondage, and I wondered just for a moment what it would be like to be Roped and Strapped to the bed. I felt sure that if I asked I would get a demonstration that I might regret before Mistress had finished tightening the last Strap. 

Folded up in the middle of the bed was a bundle of heavy Black Rubber. I cautiously opened it out and I could see it was in fact a Body Bag made from a double thickness of heavy Black Rubber. There was a shaped area for the feet to fit into, and sealed sleeves for the hands and arms. 
The sleeves were fastened to the sides of the bag which would make it impossible to move the hands or arms and impossible to get out of the Rubber Body Bag without outside help. The top was shaped to fit over the head and face with a Collar to close it around the neck. It appeared to be completely airtight. But fitted to the very top of this head cover was a length of corrugated Rubber Hose. Just for a moment I shuddered at the thought of spending an hour inside it let alone a whole night. 

But then my desire to experience more and more Rubber Bondage overcame that initial fear and I suddenly felt very excited at the prospect of being encased in it and unable to escape until my Rubber Mistress released me.

 

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