The Librarian 2

Story continues from part one

Part Two

The next morning, Marcie awoke slowly, still snuggling on his suited chest and purring from all the bliss she had experienced the night before. She listened to his strong, slow breaths as he slept. She couldn't help tracing a finger over one of his nipples as it poked through the second skin of his suit and he moaned in his sleep. His cock twitched inside her. She sighed and squeezed it with her pussy, waking it up and slowly bringing it to life within her. Sleeve and all, she felt her still slick cuntal muscles trembling around it, welcoming it to it's new home and oozing pussy juice to signal it's love for his now thrumming, swelling member as she inched her labial lips up and down an inch or two, gasping as she felt her primal heat coming back into her waking body.

He moaned and his masked head rolled from side to side as she started riding him again. She had several little cums rock her as she worked her hips back and forth over his pelvis. His hard cock pistoning into her. She rode out another good sized cum and kept going, lifting her lust higher with every stroke of his eight inch dick. She squeezed him and wiggled as little cums joined together to form stronger ones and she grunted as she felt him spasm under her and shoot his seed into the ballooned sleeve, bulging and squelching already with all the sticky cum from the night before.

She felt like she was riding a balloon too, his dick was sliding liquidly around inside the bloated interior of the rubber sheath and she felt him twitch and get slowly hard again as he groaned and she felt his hands come up and grip her by the hips as he rocketed his hips up to meet her own as she raised her gloved hand and bit into the inside of her thumb and forefinger to keep from screaming and waking him as she saw stars again. He unexpectedly rolled her over on her back and started pounding into her hot box and she let loose with a howl and shuddered as she came so hard that he was almost expelled from her weeping pussy as he slammed into her like lightening and she pinched and mauled her own breasts when he wasn't doing the same thing.

The last thing she remembered was him grunting above her as the skies opened up above her and she floated away, born aloft by rubber suited angels as she passed out from the sheer bliss of their coupling. She awoke again as she heard her own animalistic cry as she came again. He was licking and plunging several fingers into her clutching pussy as she howled his name and how much she loved him and his giant cock. Not odd that, just strange that she heard her usually staid self saying it in such rude ways.

They lay side by side, cuddling for a long while after that. Then he asked, in a soft voice and kissing her still masked face. "Why don't we get washed and cleaned up and we'll have some breakfast. I'll need to go to a separate bath, Becka will take you and get you cleaned up and I'll see you later. All right my love?"

She hugged him possessively for a bit. Then placed her gloved hand on his chest and said. "All right lover. If that's what you want. I don't really want to be apart from you even that long. But, I'll go willingly. We've got a lot to plan for and… Oh my God! What day is it?!"

"It's Monday, my darling Marcie. I've already had Inge call the library and say that you're sick and not to expect you. I hope that was all right? So, relax and go get cleaned up and food and drink will be waiting for you along with me when you get back." he said soothingly as he helped her up off the rubber covered bed, her mind reeling at what Liz would be thinking right about now. And allowed her prince to lead her out of the room and down the hall.

Becka, the Manager was dressed in a metallic blue bodysuit, with a matching mask and five inch heels this morning as Victor handed her off and the young lady led as they both walked through some more doors across the club from where she had taken Victor for the night and into a large tiled room which looked like a shower room from her old high school. Shower heads ran down the walls and there were several little alcoves for changing and she saw odd looking coated wire frames, some with drying suits stretched over them as Becka stood aside and let her into one of the alcoves and started helping her off with her sticky rubber outfit.

Underneath, she was a wrinkled prune. Her skin was all crinkly and looked like it did when she stayed in the pool too long. She shuddered, cold in the damp room. Becka, a sly smile plastered on under her mask. Asked her. "I know it's kind of personal. But, how was he, Ms M? We’ve had a rolling pool for years as to wither he was any good in bed or not? So could you let me know please? He's my boss and all. But he's so dreamy and I've always bet my three dollars that he's really wonderful. What do you think?"

Marcie let her sopping wet, sweaty hair down out from under the swimming cap and slid an arm around the young girl and led her out into the shower room saying. "Honey, that man makes me cum just from the sound of his voice. Last night he gave this forty-year-old woman more orgasms than I've had in an entire lifetime. How's that! Do I get anything out of this pool? Would you take a credit card? I'll bet the bank! You know, you look wonderful in that outfit. And by the way, could I get another suit to wear until mine dries? I simply love what it does for his disposition."

A short nap and a little while later found Marcie strutting in, in a blood red version of the previous suit, mask, belt and boots that she had been wearing, to the cavernous club and joining an again black rubber-clad Victor at his table that she found brimming with a huge buffet. Piling a plate high with waffles, bacon and syrup and a scone, she sat down next to her newly betrothed fiancé and giving him a fond kiss and squeeze, she dug in ravenously and had soon cleaned her plate. Wow! She thought, I haven't been that hungry in months if not years! She sat back full and pleased with how things seemed to be working out and watched Victor as he picked at his food lethargically and she found herself thinking something was wrong.

"What is it, my love? You seem not to be hungry this morning. Not having second thoughts are you?" she asked pensively, flicking away a stray piece of scone from her rubber covered thigh.

"No, no. nothing like that. I was just thinking, when was the last time I went out somewhere not a part of the club and not wearing my protective rubber. I simply can't remember. And that bothers me. But, never mind me, my lovely Marcie. I'm just entering one of my moods, I guess. I know, why don't we go mudlarking? Would like to try a new aspect to the wearing of rubber and latex? Or we could go to the playroom and I could show you the pleasure of total enclosure in many layers? There are so many different ways to enjoy rubber and I and others like me are always inventing new ones all the time that I tend to forget the simple pleasures to be had just walking down a rainswept street in a downpour, like the one happening outside right now." He said morosely, stabbing a bit of eggs with a fork and shuffling it from hand to hand before easing it into his mouth through the mask.

"Oh, it's raining? I didn't hear it at all. The club must be well insulated to keep out the noise of the drumming rain. So, why don't we go for a walk? That's sounds like lots of fun and we have a perfect excuse too. Come on, mopey boy. Let's go and play in the rain." She said, rising and taking him by the hand and pulling him up to his feet.

"All right dearest Marcie." Her prince said, a small smile turning up the ends of his mouth under the mask. "Here, let me get you a few things first."

He led her over to an alcove next to the entrance and opened a hat and coat check room and fumbled around in the closet a bit, bringing out a lovely matching red Macintosh coat and a floppy heavy weather rain hat she thought she remembered being called a "so'wester" or something and helped her into them before taking out a floor length black raincape with an attached cavernous hood and whisked it around his own rubberized body. It covered him from head to toe and gave him a rough, outdoorsy look, whereas Marcie looked like any well equipped young lady who had prepared for an afternoon outdoors in the rain, all except for the masks they both wore.

He opened the doors on a storm of frightening intensity, rain was pouring down and the streets were flooded and overflowing their curbs as he gently took her hand and they calmly went out into the maelstrom. They walked, shouting over the din and laughing at the poor people getting soaked as they ran to and fro in the unseasonable storm, looking for any shelter they could find as Marcie and Victor themselves strode along, the rain easily running off their rubber covered bodies as they chatted and splashed each other, laughing like children in the driving rain.

"So, since I'm playing hooky from work… What would you like for us to do this evening? And what about you, my lovely rubberman. Don't you have any work to go to?" she asked teasingly as they intentionally stood under a corner waterspout, torrents of water pouring down on top of them as they both stayed warm and dry inside their lovely rubber clothes.

"Oh yes, I have my work too. but, I don't have to do much and what I do have to do I can usually do right from the club. I rarely go in if I don't have to, since I would have to wear my scratchy cloth street clothes. They make me so uncomfortable that I usually can't stand to wear them for very long and I wear my rubber underneath them anyway. How about I take you to my house for dinner this evening and we can play there for the rest of the night?

Tomorrow, I'll have Hanz or Inge or one of the others of my household staff take you back home so you can think about all that's happened and Friday I'll pick you back up again and whisk you away somewhere. How does that sound?" He said back, his mood lightening and his arms and warm rubbery cape around her waist and holding her tight against his side as the water cascaded off of them, making drumming, thumping impacts on their rubber clothes before running off, splashing to the concrete and running into the streets.

"That sounds lovely. I love you Victor, and I want nothing more than to stay by your side all the time. But, I think that I'd like to do as you say and "think" about what I should do about our marriage and what I can do to make it good for you. You're a hard nut to crack and I wouldn't want to scramble you before you carry me over the threshold." She chuckled as they walked hand in hand and skipped along, looking in shop windows or in the bars or restaurants at all the wet, miserable people trying to dry out after getting soaked, as they went along.

He gave her a small grin and stepped out to the curb and raised an arm to signal Hanz, lurking around in his Limo a street or two behind them, before turning and saying huskily "Come on then Marcie, let's let you come and see what you're getting along with a rubber loving fool for a husband. Our chariot awaits!"

Still covered in the same or another suit like the exact one he wore yesterday, Hanz pulled up and hopped out to open the door for his master and future mistress, inclining his head as they stepped inside.

This Limo was different from the other one she saw, in that it was upholstered in thick black squeaky rubber and the carpet was a short black version of "astro-turf.” However they moved as they sat, they made rude ripping, farting noises. "This is my rainy-day car." He informed her blithely as they pulled away and folding down the built-in bar, he offered her a glass of warm sherry. The water that still clung to them shook off as they made themselves comfortable and sipped the alcohol quietly as Hanz zipped along the rain darkened streets.

They drove along for some time, longer than it had taken to get her to his club she thought, long enough for another short nap and out to an area of the city she had never been in before. Large estates lying surrounded by vast forested areas and well kept greenery flashed by for miles before they finally turned up through a set of wide gates and drove down a long, winding path walled by artistic topiaries. They pulled up before a grand mansion surrounded by puzzle gardens and more topiary, stopped, and Hanz came around to let them out, nodded to his employer and went to take the car around and out of sight as they turned and Victor led her up the levels of steps to the front door.

It was opened by a pretty young woman in a transparent latex maids outfit, cinched-in by a thick rubber corset, with black rubber stockings peeking out from underneath her skirt, calf-high high-heeled boots, long black rubber opera gloves and an open-faced mask that framed her well-formed youthful face under the uniform cap she sported on her head.

"Welcome home sir. And is this the new mistress? I'm so very glad to finally meet you, Madam. I'll let Marguerite and the others know you're home sir, just in case you require anything from us. Can I take your cape and coat. I'm Inge, by the way Ma'am. Let me know if there's ever anything I can do to be of assistance to you. This way, if you please… Dinner will be in about another hour, so if you'd like, you can have cocktails whenever you're ready." said the young woman, squirming with suppressed excitement and almost snagging a heel on the deep pile carpet as she took their coats and led them through the huge place.

It looked like an old English mansion.

Dual curving staircases ran descending from the upper floor before her awestruck gaze. They ran down to join a large open inlaid dance floor that the women's heels clicked loudly over as they went across the marble floor and to a set of oaken doors set off to one side. Inge slid apart the doors into the wall and ushered them both into an intimate study comprised of fine woods and smelling lightly of the smoke of good cigars. The maid went over to a standing bar and asked their pleasure. Marcie asked for a rum and coke and Victor opted for a bloody mary. They were swiftly and professionally made by the rubber clad young lady and presented before she walked over to the doors, curtsied and left closing the doors behind her and saying that she would announce dinner as soon as it was prepared.

So they stood in the study together, sipping their drinks and looking at each other with barely contained randyness. He went over to a long Elizabethan style couch covered in the ubiquitous thick black rubber covering and sat, the loud farting sounds making her smile and he patted the spot beside him. She cocked a head to the right playfully and instead went over and sat down between his legs and undid the buckles of his shorts before pulling them free and tossing them over her shoulder impishly as she sat smiling up at him with lustful sparkles in her green eyes, simply sipping her drink occasionally and grinning up at her lovely man in his tight fitting rubber suit with his flaccid penis flopping in it's rubbery sleeve swelling once and awhile.

Even though his eyes watched like a hawk everything she did. She wanted him riveted. So she slipped her arms together and crossed them, lifting and presenting her large rubber-clad tits up to him as she sat silently and finished her drink before placing the glass on a side table and taking the opportunity to let him watch her tight ass move in the rubber catsuit and her breasts dangle enticingly as she sat back again and grinned up at him. There was no doubt what she was doing. And his penis started to get hard and spreading out the sheath taunt as it stiffened. Marcie licked her lips as she would if she saw an éclair, she felt randy again and moved in and planted a wet kiss on the throbbing head of it. She bent and licked at it, running her tongue along the shaft, wondering what it would taste like and was disappointed that the rubber tasted like nothing in particular, not even sperm. It's cloying smell was one she was now familiar with and it no longer bothered her.

It was turning her on, actually, since she was learning to associate it’s cloying scent with pleasure and cumming and his love.

She sucked his latex sacked balls into her mouth with a pop, rolling the tip of her tongue around over the surface and chasing the gonads, circling them and he began groaning again, letting her know that it felt good to him. She was getting wet again herself, she could feel the little thrills of electricity starting to shoot out from her pussy and nipples as she applied herself to her work. She took his cock in her small hand and started jacking it off lightly, tantalizingly and running her gloved fingertips over it's sleeved length until he was throbbing inside it. Then she released his testis from her mouth and bent it over slightly as she latched her lips to it and applied as much suction as she could to the bulbous head and taking her hand, began cupping and lightly twisting his scrotal sack.

Victor was going wild by now, his hips lurched several times and she placed a flat, restraining palm on his stomach to hold him down as she continued blowing him and taking him as far down her throat as she could, by now as horny as he was. She sucked him almost to the point of no return and then stopped and pulled her lips off it.

"Think you can stay that hard until after dinner? Or do I have do something about it right now? Maybe I'll let you suffer like you used to make me suffer those nights I wanted you between my legs more that anything in the whole, wide world. Should I do that or should I finish you off and be merciful, my darling Victor?" she purred evilly, leaning back so that her tits pushed out the taunt suit and her rigid nipples tented out visibly through the rubber, poking out enticingly.

"You would too, wouldn't you? You'd drive me to the brink and leave me hanging just so you could get revenge on me for that and tease me all throughout dinner too I suppose? You drive me insane with my own lusts, woman. I really think you're coming to like tormenting me for your own lustful proposes? God, what have I unleashed on the world? My dower little librarian has gone mad with lascivious lusts and it's all my fault! Please make me cum, my lusty Librarian. I don't think I can stand to wait even another minute without my cock shooting off in your hot, wet cunt. Please, dear Marcie, please let your man cum!" he begged, his cock jerking on the edge of release as it lay across his pelvis.

"Hee, hee, hee." she laughed with a glint in her eyes. "All right darling. But I want something for my trouble. I want some more rubber sent over to my house after I get back home. Would you do that for me? The wilder the better, and a new wardrobe to hang it up in? That way I'll always have my own stuff as well as all of yours to play with whenever I get lonely and you've gone away. Will you do that for me?" she purred as she stood and reached down between her legs for her crotch zipper, her damp and pouty shining shaven cunt-lips popping out eagerly through the opening already soaked and dripping with her juices as she straddled him and deftly placed him at her opening.

"Anything darling, anything you want. Just fuck me please!" he cried and she popped him inside her amazingly wet pussy and rode him all the way down, sparks erupting from their loins as she screamed in ecstasy into his neck and gave herself over to joy, her hips lurching as she squeezed him and brought him off quickly and thoroughly before planting a kiss on his cheek and getting up, licking away their mingled juices from her glove after scooping them off her pussy with her hand.

Victor lay spent and happy for the time being and she zipped her pussy away behind the cover of the rubber suit and sank down cuddling him in her arms until a soft knock on the door summoned them to dinner.

The dinner was excellent. Rack of lamb and stewed veggie's with asparagus in a lemon sauce over it and the most wonderful ice cream she had ever had before.

"Hagen-dazz" he said it was called. She had never had any and for some reason he found this very amusing, he laughed so hard he had to hold onto his sides because they hurt him so. She smiled at herself, she hadn't gotten out much in the last ten or so years and there was apparently lots that had changed in the world around her.

After dinner, he led her up to the grandest looking bedroom she had ever seen. A huge canopy bed dominated the room along with a separate sitting area as well as a full "entertainment center" with a giant television and a impressive stereo system which kept him both informed and entertained, he said before leading her over to the big bed and laying her down on its thin black and white rubber sheets and making long, slow love to her. It was heavenly and they lay in bed afterwards holding each other and chatting about who they wanted in their wedding and wither the ones she wanted to invite would be willing to wear latex versions of the normal attire or if they would have to find some other fabric that would go along with the scheme of things in his strange world?

Her parents were dead, so that was a worry she didn't have. Maxamillion, her old family friend would gladly give her away. And since he was a dirty old man himself, him wearing rubber wouldn't be a problem, she didn't think? But, she had no female friends to be her bridesmaids. That did bother her. She would have to think of something in a hurry. He wanted the wedding to be in two weeks time and she felt her mind swirling with people and names and faces as she lay there beside him.

He leaned over and stroked her masked face with his gloved hand and said softly and lovingly to her. "You know. I had meant to help you and bring you back to life and show you the world so that you would feel free and alive again. And then I was going to date you and see if we were compatible. I feel in my heart that we are more then that now though… I feel like you are my soulmate, my missing piece that makes me complete and whole as well. You may not know it. But, you've opened my eyes and made me whole again too. I never thought I'd feel this way about another human being. I love you so much my heart feels a pang when I think about you going back to your house and my not seeing you for a whole four days. You complete me Marcie Waters. But, I want you to love me for the same reasons you want me to love you. Because we're good for each other. Think about it and me and I'll see what you say Friday night. Even if you decide not to marry me, I'll be your friend and mentor for life. Whatever you decide, please make sure you're doing it for the right reasons."

"Oh Victor. Just that you want me to make sure and you've having said so. Makes me even surer about it that anything I've been sure of in my entire life. I love you, you big galloot. And you're not getting rid of me that easily. I'll be back with spurs on, believe it!" Marcie sobbed into his shoulder, shedding tears of happiness.

"Oh yeah, got to remember to include some of those in the next order. Tryern and Dutch have their work cut out for them for now and I've got six other suppliers hard at it as we speak. Your stuff should be there by tomorrow after you get off work in any case. You have good taste, Ms. M. at least in clothes." He said with a self-deprecating snort. They lay in bed for awhile after that, laughing to beat the band.

He took her home himself after they finally got out of bed and waved sadly to her from the car as she kissed him goodbye and she turned and went up and got her spare key down to open her door. It was quiet inside and it seemed lonely. She stood listening to the silence for long time before going and pulling her boots off and getting in the shower and pulling her sticky rubber off and cleaning it and herself up and hanging it to dry as she wandered around her lonely house, feeling his absence in her life for the first time really since she had met him.

Her skin, once it had dried out and been moisturized, seemed rather lustrous and she could swear by looking at her face in the mirror that the wrinkles she had noted earlier had mostly gone away, leaving her looking years younger and feeling quite energetic and restless, she cleaned away her toys and clothes and the house to pass the time and then got ready for bed. She tried to put her nightdress on and shrieked and again threw it away from her as it made contact and prickled her sensitive skin, leaving her wondering if her work clothes would do the same tomorrow when she got ready for work? Would she have to wear some rubber under her clothes to keep her skin from crawling from the feel of the rough clothing? She would find out then, she guessed as she eased herself under the rough cloth sheets and twisted and turned trying to get to sleep without him next to her. She tossed and turned as all that had happened ran through her tired mind and finally fell into a dreamless slumber.

She awoke well rested and the sheets feeling of roughness had eased some as she got out of bed and set to work getting ready to face the new day. She hadn't missed a day of work in at least eight years and she knew she was going to get hell from Mr. Raymond the head conservator once she got there. so she put on some slinky black silk stockings and attached them to her new merry widow, leaving her panties off altogether and placing her breasts in a skimpy little black quarter-shelf demi-bra that left her nipples exposed and put on the see-through sheer black blouse and tight black leather knee-length skirt she had also recently bought and her black patent ankle-strap spike heels, she made her way out the door grabbing a limp slice of bacon and a piece of white bread to nibble on as she drove off to the library. God, she felt like a slut. But, she really no longer cared what the rest of the world thought about her, she had a man in her life now and that was more than better than the job she had slaved away at for so long.

A hush fell as she came clicking in through the doors and said hi before going off to her office to catch up on the paperwork that was sure to have piled up in her absence. She overheard some of her co-workers chatter as she strutted by, her head held high. "Wow! Get a load of Mrs. Waters! God I would love to have some of that!" and some of the ladies saying "What diet do you think she's on? I don't know but whatever it is I want some!" and "I bet she found a guy! Only a good fuck makes a woman look that serene and pretty looking. Look how her wrinkles went away, whoever he is, I want his number!" she got catcalls and wolf whistles all the way and found that she was smiling and putting an extra sway in her hips as she walked by the men and felt herself getting wet all over again. Once inside, she saw that there was only one file on her desk to be dealt with. Someone had covered for her, but who? She wondered as she sat down and dug into it.

It was only a book buying list and she knocked it out rather fast, approving almost all of the titles to be purchased.

Then sat there with nothing to do, She quickly grew bored.

Right at that moment, Liz poked her head in and said. "Hi Marcie. Are you feeling better? I covered for you yesterday. I figured that you hadn't had a day off in so long that even if you weren't sick you deserved the time off. What have you been up to? Come on, tell me. I'm dying to know. Did you find yourself a man? No, don't answer that. I know the look. I bet he was a real dreamboat to get you going, huh? Want to talk about it?"

Marcie sighed. She was going to have to tell someone about it. It might as well be Liz… She squared her shoulders and said, feeling like she was presenting herself to a firing squad. "Come on in. I wanted to talk to you anyway. But, first I have to swear you to secrecy. If any of this ever gets out, I'm done for any way I look at it. Ok?"

The young red-haired woman came in and shut and locked the door and sat down and said. "Cross my heart and hope for, well, something really, really bad anyway. So cough it up. I want to hear it all."

"Oh, I don't know if you really do. What do you know about fetishism?" Marcie sighed, leaning back and getting comfortable, it was going to be a long day.

"Oh my good god!" cried the young intern. "Are you serious? And he wants you to marry him?! In two weeks time?! And you really, really want to do it! Well, Go for it girlfriend! He sounds as good as they come, Like gold, actually! What can I do to help!" she excitedly asked after Marcie had laid out the whole thing before her. Telling her the whole story about how they met and everything that had happened to her since then.

She sighed again, she had been doing that all day it seemed. Then looked Liz in the eye and asked point blank. "Well, would you consider being one of my bridesmaids for one thing? I told you what that would entail. So, what do you think? I don't know anybody else except you girls from around the office and I don't know how you'll all feel about dressing up in rubber for possibly the strangest wedding of all time. I need help, that's for sure. Would you consider it anyway?"

Liz didn't even hesitate, bless her thought Marcie. And Liz grinned like she was getting ice cream and blurted out excitedly. "Girlfriend, you couldn't keep me away! I want to find out some more about this rubber stuff though. I’ve have some experience with bondage and S/M from an old boyfriend. But, I'm really curious about how it feels and what you're told me about it cranking up the old libido! Let's see… There's just about enough of the girls here that have had about the same experiences I have to make up a group of bridesmaids. Mrs. Demming, we should invite to join us because her husband is into rubber as well so she'll be in the know about all of this, god this is so exciting! I can't wait! Let's go over to your house after work and I'll start explaining this to the girls. I love it!"

She sat stunned for a moment. Then let herself ask. "You mean Lance Demming wears rubber! I wouldn't have believed it! Of course you can come over, it's gotten so damn lonely in my house whenever I'm away from him that it's about to drive me crazy! Oh, my goodness! They’re making a big delivery of more stuff today and I don't know just what to do. Help me Liz! I feel like I'm tumbling down a slippery slope. And I'm…" she cut herself off just as she was going to say how fucking horny she was feeling. Whew! Saved by the twist of a tongue! …a tongue. Anyone’s tongue, the image popped into her mind unbidden again. She sat and almost placed her head in her hands and cried. Her body was going crazy with sexual withdrawal from being apart from him and everything, everything was flooding her mind with sexual connotations and made her want to pant with desire. What was she going to do?

Liz came around and gave her a big hug, not knowing that it was enough to send sparks shooting from her cunt and making her drip inside her leather skirt. Good thing it doesn't show through leather, she thought as she returned the hug and Liz started babbling. "Don't worry about a thing Marcie. We'll get everything sorted out and get everybody lined up and informed about what they need to hear and nothing more. Look, we have about two hours left… Why don't you cut out and I'll punch out for you and you can get the delivery guys started on getting your trousseau set up and I'll be over before dark and we can list everything we need to do and set it in motion? I'm just dying to try on some of your rubber clothes on and we can brainstorm then, Ok?"

"Would you? I really don't want to be here right now anyway. I'd quit if there was anyone that could take my place. Do you want my job Liz? I'll make you a good deal on it." She joked. They both laughed and Liz said laughingly "No prob!" and fled the room, her ass dancing and swaying, making Marcie shudder with a little cum just from watching her. She had to get out of here right now, before she started giving blowjobs to the cleaning guys…

She minced out of the building followed by minimal hoots and catcalls and slid behind the wheel of her car and raced home. In front of her house sat six strong men and a large moving truck. She greeted them and let them in so they could go to work. They expertly emptied her drawers and she thought they had made a mistake as they picked up her heavy old beat up furniture like it was so much cord-wood and hauled it out to the lawn and started bringing in the most beautiful, expensive looking furniture to replace it with she had seen in her whole life! She looked on in awe as they carted in a standing armoire that she knew had to cost almost as much as her whole house. She had seen one like it before in a book and it was supposed to worth more than $80.000.00 alone! The men looked strong and healthy, sweating from their exertions and she quickly scuttled away to keep from having fantasies about them all taking turns on her excited body.

They were done soon enough. The last thing they did was unload several huge boxes that she knew was her new rubber stuff and took them in and placed them on the floor of her living room. She had broken down and taken them cold drinks and beers that she got from the store for all their help. But when she tried to pay them something, they just laughed and said "No charge Ms. A friend of Vic's is a friend of ours. We wanted to thank you ourselves for finally making that rigid old bastard so happy again. He's a lucky man. You're really nice and damn fine looking to boot. Well, see you later. Hope you marry that poor unhappy fuck. Have a good evening." And left her standing with a cold beer in her hand and her juices running down her leg.

They thought she was hot too! She almost swooned right there, but, Liz pulled up suddenly in a huge old Cadillac car and hopped out crying. "Whoopee! They all said they'd be glad to come and asked what else they could do, to boot!" she skidded to a stop when she saw the glazed look in Marcie's eyes and asked perplexedly. "What gives? What happened? The way your jaw is hanging open and from the look in your eyes… Did you just get a great fucking or what?" Marcie slowly came back to herself just in time to hear the dull thud as old Mrs. Migintty fainted dead away once again on her front lawn.

Both women looked at the prostrate old hag and burst into peals of laughter before going inside.

Liz uttered a slew of "Oh my God's!!!" at the sight of all the furnishings that her betrothed had had sent over to Marcie's house. Basically, that had taken out all of her old furniture and replaced it with antiques and expensive pieces that no one making less than seven figures a year could have looked at, much less have afforded. Her tiny house had suddenly taken on a stately air as she handed the last beer from the movers to Liz to drink and went and got one more for herself, she needed it. How would she explain this to the I.R.S.? Oh wait… Never mind, Vic would do it she was sure.

She sat down on the plush Italian sofa that must have cost more than her car when it was new and set to work on the nearest box with a will. Liz caught the bug and pulled and pushed another over to an expensive settee and started doing likewise. Very soon the floor was littered with plastic bags full of the most outlandish things she had ever seen. Along with more accessories and a whole huge crate of shoes and boots of every style and color possible, there were about twenty five complete body suits with every kind of gasmask or hood or mask or addition she could ever have thought of, as well as ten more catsuits, pants, tops, skirts, dresses and a whole crate of bondage stuff, restraints, cuffs, hoods, breathing apparatus, bodily waste removal stuff and quite a few things Liz had to tell her what they were for.

To her credit, Liz seemed patient and explained about how most everything worked or went together and why and how to use it and what to do if something went wrong. Afterwards, Marcie felt like she had led a really sheltered life. But, when Liz revealed that she had once been a nun, she couldn't keep from busting out laughing. "I'm so sorry." she cried. "I just can't see you in a cloister. You’re too full of life and you have such strong lusty urges as well. I just can't see it!"

"But why not?" Liz asked with a wry smirk. "And what do you know about strong sexual urges? That's what got me expelled from my order. I couldn't keep my hands off myself!" they both laughed and then collapsed howling with laughter. It hurt! It hurt! They were laughing so hard that tears coursed down their cheeks as they huddled together, their sides aching from the pain of their own hilarity.

When they finally calmed back down, Liz asked. "Can I try on one of your outfits? I think we're about the same size and I wear the same shoe size that you do except my feet are a little narrower than yours. Can I?"

"Sure" said Marcie, still wiping tears from her eyes. "Help yourself, use the lube on the counter everywhere except the soles of your feet or your hands and face and hair. It makes it much easier to get into it that way. Live it up "girlfriend."” She chuckled, getting to her feet and deciding to go fix something for them to eat, calling out to Liz. "Want some stroganoff?"

"Sure, why not. It's not like it'll make me go blind or anything." Came the witty reply, eliciting more brays of laughter from both women.

When Liz came back out, Marcie had to admit the black gasmasked bodysuit looked stunning over her only slightly less voluptuous body then it would have on her. The ultra tall six and a half inch heels made Liz stand more then six feet tall and she had a naturally dominating carriage that made Marcie wet just looking at the erotic tall and shiny, rubber-clad woman. Liz went over and picked up a small electronic box, clipped it to the thick waist belt she was wearing and plugged it into an outlet in the mask. A metallic-sounding representation of her voice rang out. "So, how do you like the new me?" she said, striking a pose.

"Very hot looking, you make me horny just looking at you girlfriend. But one question, how are you going to eat with that gasmask on?" Marcie said to her. The black figure shook and screechy metallic laugher poured from the little voice box on her hip. Coming over and sitting, Liz reached behind her head and pulled down on a long zipper and gasped for real air as she pulled the gasmask down and free and let it dangle limply at her neck and said to Marcie. "How about this? I could use a bib though to keep the shit out of my mask. Ah, thanks. Hey, this is really good. Does he know you can cook?"

Marcie chuckled and said thoughtfully. "Thank you. But, he was a huge house staff to do everything for him. I might cook for him sometime. But, I think food is the furthest thing from his mind right now. Don't you think so?"

So they ate for awhile and bantered good natured barbs and jokes back and forth and Marcie felt she was growing to like this brash young woman who had such a take-charge attitude and didn't run from life, sex or pleasure of any type. Marcie rapidly knew this from all the stuff they had talked about as Liz had explained about how people also derive pleasure from such things as pain and power exchanging and had told her that that was what had been driving Victor wild was that she had taken over their sexual playtime the nights before and he was used to being the only one that everyone looked up to, so when she’d led him around by the cock, he had gotten off on her being in control. Wow! She hadn’t realized that that's what she was doing, she just had been horny as hell and wanted him to fuck her or she would do it for him.

Liz had also confessed that she had several different lovers, both male and female and that she used domination sometimes to get them as well as herself off during their encounters. She had learned about it in the nunnery of all places and had been using it to bring in a little extra money when she needed it from time to time. Although she had actually been a virgin until several weeks after leaving the Abbey, she was actually not that experienced in matters of regular sexual relations between normal people and hadn't found a boyfriend until a guy named Mike asked her if she liked to be tied up during sex at a bar near her apartment one night and she had gone home with him and showed him what they used to do to rule breakers in the Abbey. He had invited her to stay and now he and several of her other slaves lived with them as well. It seemed to work out all right and everybody was happy, so she just didn't worry about it.

"Actually I love the power I have over him. I just love to see him spurt when I put a cigarette out on his thigh. It makes me feel all gushy inside." She had said exuberantly.

After dinner, Liz had insisted on clearing away the dishes and told Marcie she would love to see her dressed up also. So Marcie went into the bathroom and changed into the wild looking gasmasked full body suit that she had added to her first order the first time she had gotten rubber clothing and stripped off her regular but sexy clothes and greased up and slid into the black rubber suit. It was much tighter fitting than any of the other suits she had worn before and she had to struggle and then finally call out to Liz for help getting the long zipper up her back and over her gasmasked face and piled-up swim-capped hair. The suit had arched over French-style high-heels built into it and so, she now towered, tottering on the fully seven inch heels that made her feet ache as she stood and let Liz polish her outer skin with the polish and a soft cloth. It felt amazingly sensual.

This suit also had rather thick molded sleeves built-in so that her pussy and ass were lined and open for any use and she felt her inner muscles trying vainly to stay closed, But, failing, so they just milked the sleeves looking wildly obscene as she stood over Liz as she gave a final swipe to her legs and they both walked out looking totally alien to themselves and feeling quite sexually perverse. Still, looking in the hall mirror together. The rubber presented all the right parts at just the right angles to drive just about anyone wild with desire for the two anonymous shiny rubber suited women, they promised pleasures undreamed, looking the way they did in the mirror.

Marcie was flushed with passion and felt herself gushing inside the tight rubber of her suit as she watched Liz pose and preen before the mirror and before she could help herself, she slid a finger into Liz's red-haired pussy through the parted open slit of her suit and started fucking her with them. Liz turned and caressed her rigid nipples through the molded rubber of Marcie's breast cups and they slowly slid to the floor, fucking each other with their fingers. Marcie rode out a massive cum as she drove her hand hard into Liz's oozing cunt and felt her own pelvic muscles contract around liz’s thrusting digits as the other woman convulsed with pleasure and came slickly on her gloved fingers.

Mad now with lust for Liz's rubber clad body, she ran into her bedroom and grabbed up an armload of sex toys and ran back to throw herself down on the still shuddering aroused woman and drove a massively sized strap-on dildo into her quaking pussy and drove into her, fucking her for all she was worth amid a hail of sextoys, her's and Liz's eyes hidden behind the mirrored lenses of their gasmasks as they tumbled and rolled, fucking and then trading off to fuck the other one half to death before switching back again. It went on most of the night and it was almost dawn when they finally were too tired to carry on anymore. Liz seemed quite happy about what they had done. But, Marcie felt like she had just cheated on Vic and was miserable by the time that Liz left. Marcie let her take the suit home and she wore it out to the car as they wished each other well and Marcie went back in to get dressed in regular clothes and to try to stumble through her day at work. Liz was going to feel just as tired, she knew. So she defiantly was going to have work to do that day when she got in.

She felt the rasp of the usually silky material almost painfully as she drew on her stockings and other underthings that day, feeling depressed and afraid that she might lose Victor because of her indiscretion with Liz. She felt a single tear course down her cheek as she pulled on a plain looking white blouse and dark blue skirt over her sexy underwear and pulled some shorter then the new average heels on, feeling blue and drove to work, hardly aware of where she was. She still got a few catcalls this morning, but she didn't care. And went to do her stack of work and to sit morosely at her desk all morning long.

About two o'clock Liz poked her head in, looking way too chipper then she ought to look after the two of them fucking each other all night and said. "Hey Marcie, don't feel bad about what we did last night, please! We had some great fun was all we did and your man will understand that, probably better than you think. Oh and you have an outside call on line 4. The suit is great! Mike almost shit himself when I came in. I'll get it back to you at the wedding, Ok? Bye." And then vanished. Marcie put her head in her hands, wanting more than anything to be able to cry. She choked back the tears threatening to fall from her eyes, sniffled once, and picked up the phone and punched the numbered button.

"Hello, Marcie Waters. Head librarian." She said flatly.

"We always seem to be meeting like this." Said Victor, smiling with his voice.

A string of emotions erupted from Marcie's breast. Love, shame, anger and sorrow, all fought for supremacy. At last, truth won out. With a shaking, quiver to her voice, she finally managed to sputter out. "Victor. I have something to tell you. I'm so ashamed, last night…"

"I know. I saw. Don't worry my love. I know what came over you and your friend. I thank you for telling me. But, I don't mind if you have other lovers in your life from time to time. As long as you come home to me in the end. Now, don't worry about it. In fact, I approve of your friend and if you two want to have a little fun together after we're married, She's welcome anytime you want her over to the house. But, tell me. How comes the preparations? Not backing out yet, I hope?" he said softly and gently, his forgiveness a salve to her heart.

She couldn't believe it though. He approved? He didn't mind if she went and had sex with others as long as she was true to him? What a concept! She still felt like she had betrayed him though. "Victor, you mean to tell me, you don't mind? That I fucked around on you with one of my own co-workers and bridesmaids! Aren't you angry at all at me for committing adultery before we're even married? I'll never do it again, I promise!" she said, her mind and heart in turmoil.

"Darling. Rubber and sex mix. I wouldn't expect you to know it yet. But, it's a natural thing, believe me. Once rubber goes on a person, normal inhibitions and morality seem to fade away. I won't hold you to an outmoded ideal of morality when we're dressed like that, and since that will be most of the time, it would be stupid of me not to think that you'd be as unaffected by it's power as I am. I gave up thinking that you'd be all mine long ago, once I saw how you took to wearing it like it had always been a part of you I saw that you would take other lovers. I feel that way too sometimes, if the situation develops. I hope you can understand what I'm trying to convey here. As I look at it. You will and I will and sometimes we will share and be shared by others and our passions. Does that make it any clearer? We will always have each other. But sometimes, passion wins out and I forgive you for that. I just hope you will do the same if it happens in the future." He chuckled, trying to say that he really didn't mind, because they would do it together in the future and that he also had such weaknesses. Her heart gave a lurch, they would always have each other, but anyone else was fair game if she wanted to have safe sex without him. She rolled the idea around in her head for a moment. She decided she liked the arrangement.

"Thank you darling. I approve of you having a good fuck outside once and awhile too. Same stipulations though, all right?" she asked, her good feelings coming slowly back. He took two breaths, then said. "Go get her, my love. And give her a few strokes for me while you're at her. See you later, my love."

"Goodbye, I will. Call me afterwards and baby…" she purred.

"Yes?"

"Just remember. It's you I really want. She's just too good to pass up though." Marcie said, twisting the phone cord around her finger.

"I know. Go get her tiger. I'll talk to you later daring."

"Thanks for all the stuff to play with. See ya." She said, putting the phone back, half-smiling to herself now.

Four nights to go, and already she was playing doctor with Liz. And Victor thought it was Ok. Strange that she was starting to feel that way too. Looking back, it had been a wild night. She felt the stirring of her lusts starting to build up again as she thought about all the things they had done to each other. She groaned as she thought about what else they might do together, tonight even. She didn't have to be alone tonight if she didn't want to be.

Liz poked her head in again. "Trouble?" she asked.

"No, not at all. In fact, if you want to come over again, We could have some more fun if you feel like it? I'm sorry I felt the way I did. I was just ashamed and afraid that Victor might be mad is all. But, he's not and if you want to play awhile tonight, I wouldn't mind the company." Marcie said, her eyes dancing merrily with amusement.

Marcie winked and said back. "Sure. After dark. I’ve been thinking about something I think you'll like. I'll tell you about it then. I have to go talk to some of the girls about it first. How fast do you think you could get some more of those suits?"

"Depends. I'd have to know all their sizes and measurements. Why?" Marcie answered, intrigued as she sat swiveling in her chair.

"I'll tell you about it later. See ya." Her friend said, trotting out and leaving Marcie wondering what she had up her sleeve?

After work, Marcie was more than grateful to get back to her house and out of her scratchy feeling clothes. She undressed as she was coming through the door in fact, leaving a line of clothes behind her as she jogged into the bathroom with a simple black catsuit and practically orgasmed on the spot as she pulled it on over her itchy skin. She felt much better for having got out of her regular clothes and wondered about that fact idly as she gathered them up and stuck them in the hamper. Around the house, I'm going to wear something like this from now on, she vowed to herself. Going back into the living room, she stepped into her black heels and went to fix some dinner.

After she ate some quiche and had a glass of milk, she felt almost human again and started using the long-unused bunch of men's slacks-hangers to hang up her new rubberwear in the armoire and soon had it filled to capacity with rubber of every sort. Her new shoes and boots, she also hung if they were long enough or stuck into pegs on the built-in shoe trees. The medical and bondage stuff she laid out to try on Liz later as well as some harnesses, masks and hoods. It looked like fun. Marcie puttered around for awhile until she heard the rumble of Liz's car pull up to her walkway and then went to let her inside. Liz came bristling in wearing Marcie's suit and towing a man in an all covering black leotard-like body suit. He fell to the floor silently at Marcie's feet and laid there as Marcie closed the door and asked. "Who's this? Is this slave yours?"

Liz's radio driven metallic voice answered. "Don't mind him. I've got news. Sit and be enlightened Mistress M."

So both women went and sat as asked, waiting for Liz to tell all.

Marcie could hear the barely restrained excitement in Liz's voice through the rasp of her voice box. "Wait'll you here this! I talked to all the girls that wanted to be invited to the wedding and told them what they would be wearing and said that if you approved that we would hold a shower and sleepover and everybody would wear rubber costumes and we would have a wild time of it! Everyone agreed to it, if you say so and we'll have them over tomorrow night for a rehearsal so that they could get used to the feel of it. Whatta ya think? Would that be Ok with you? The only men there would be slaves or in Mrs. Demming's case, her husband. How about it? Can I tell them it's all right?"

"Whoa, slow down." Marcie cried, thoroughly excited about the prospects for such a couple of evenings getting to know her potential new bridesmaids better. "Like I said, I'd have to have very extensive measurement's and size's first. Unless they'd want to wear their own shoes and would wear standard issue items. I'd have to prepare more. But everything else is fine with me. I don't know if my little house can hold everyone though. Let me talk with Vic first Ok?"

"Oh, here." Liz said, handing her a sheet of paper from under her belt. Sure enough, there were a long list of figures and sizes on it.

"That’s great. I'll talk to Victor after you guys go home. Now, what's he doing here? Are you trying to give me some slave training lessons or something? I laid out all the equipment in the other room if that's what's next."

"Well, only if you want to play with both of us. I like to be a bottom once and awhile too, you know." Liz rasped mechanically, her thighs cricketing together as Marcie watched.

"Oh by all means then. We'll all play together." Marcie chuckled evilly.

Marcie went and changed into the specialty suit she’d worn the night previously and they each took turns dominating each other and Liz's slave boyfriend Mike for several hours. Fucking each other with dildo's as Mike watched or did menial things around the house and then ended up taking turns riding Mike's cock, trading between orgasms from his face and fingers (which were excellent.) and his large fat dick, (Which was better.) And Liz wound up wearing Marcie's borrowed suit home again after they were exhausted from all their sex play.

After they had left. It was only about thirty minutes, the time it took Marcie to change back into her simple rubber catsuit, for Victor to call. She plopped down breathless on the couch and picked up the receiver and said sexily. "Like the show Hon?" knowing he’d been watching most likely. She was finding she rather liked the idea.

"You were divine, my lovely mistress M. I especially liked how you cuffed them together so that they could tease each other but couldn't penetrate so that they were driven mad with their unfulfilled lusts. That was very good, my dear. I could take a page or two from you. Enjoy yourself?" he said smiling into the phone, she could hear it in his voice.

"Oh yes. I think I'm starting to like doing this a little bit. Honey, I hate to be a nag. But, I have something to discuss with you about my bridal shower…" She purred into the phone, grinning like a cat about to spring a trap. She laid out her and Liz's plan and soon had him convulsing into the phone with paroxysms of snorting laughs.

"Oh yes, my love. I have a huge amount of excess women’s rubberwear in storage. If you'll give me the measurements I'll have it delivered. Can your house hold all those people? I have a place in mind if you would rather do this elsewhere? Or you could have it at the club if you want, we don't have anything planned for tomorrow." He said airily.

"Now that's just the kinds of ideas that I pay you for lover. Let me call them and I'll get back to you, how much time would you need to get the club ready for us?" she laughed.

"Practically none. You ladies could come after work if you like." He offered.

"All right. Oh, and would you ask Inge and Tryern and all the ladies of your household staff and the clubs too if they would want to come? We'll have the men do all the work and clean up afterwards. And you could come and meet everyone if you want, it's only a rehearsal shower tomorrow." She wheedled. Knowing he couldn't stay away.

"I'll be there with bells on my balls dear heart." He said chuckling.

"See that there are. My lovely rubberman. Can't wait to see you tomorrow lover." She said lovingly and hanging up, quickly called Liz and told her about the change in plans. "Oh boy, a costume rehearsal, I love it! I'll tell everyone and meet you there after work."

Marcie hung up and sat reveling in the feelings running through her body for awhile before slipping into bed in her catsuit to protect her skin and smiled as she fell into a peaceful, restful sleep, dreaming about the next day and what it would bring.

Marcie fidgeted all the next day at work. With all her restless energy, she finished her usual work by noon and went to get whatever there was due for her desk on Friday and did that too. Not only was she done for Friday, she was done for the entire weekend if she wanted to take off, and she most certainly did.

Liz found her as she was ending the day by stocking books in their shelves and told her excitedly. "Ok, everyone's coming and I gave them the address. I have your suit in my duffle bag and I'll change there. This is going to be so fabulous! Mr. And Mrs. Demming are leaving early to go home and get dressed. God I love this! We're going to have so much fun!!!"

Marcie smiled at Liz's exuberance and said happily. "Won’t we though? I never dreamed I would have a shower again, and what a shower! I can't wait for the wedding! Whoopee!" she cried, jumping up and clicking her high heels together as they both squealed with delight.

Then, getting themselves back together. They staidly smiled and went back to what they were doing, only an hour left to go.

Marcie left as the bells tolled the hour and drove as fast as she could over to Victor's club and was greeted as she walked through the door by Tryern and a giggling host of other rubber clad girls from the club and Vic's home who cheered her and pushed a blushing bare-faced blonde Inge over to her through the press to her to present her with an envelope full of hundred dollar bills. "Here." She said happily. "This is your share of the pool. Take it please, we never thought this day would really come and it had grown quite large as you can see. You've made all of us and Vic so happy that we thought you deserved a share of the pool and here it is. Have a blast! Girls!" she exclaimed and the women gathered around her and picked her bodily up and carried her on their shoulders off to change, singing "Oh she's a jolly good Mistress, oh she's a jolly good Mistress, oh she's a jolly good mistress. That nobody’d best deny!"

A little while later, dressed in a white catsuit, a white rubber waist belt with a pair of clip-on bags over a high-waisted rubber corset and some crotch high, high-heeled rubber boots. Marcie found that the girls had brought out racks and racks of rubberwear in every conceivable style, size and color. Shoes and boots hung from swinging hangers and from standing trees for all the women that were coming and Marcie blushed that she had found such giving friends amongst these strange people and went out to begin greeting her guests.

The girls all milled about, drinking and talking. And Liz was the first outsider to arrive. Marcie introduced her to everyone and let one of the women lead her off to the showers to change. Mr. and Mrs. Demming arrived, both already impeccably dressed in one-piece rubber suits with masks and they congratulated her and they all hugged.

"I never knew, Lance." She said to Mrs. Demming's tall muscular husband as she pecked him on the cheek. "You weren't supposed to, Marcie. Until Alice told me, we weren't about to let anyone know. It's private, you know and we were afraid how some would react if they found out about us. Now that we know, we'd like to apply for membership here if we could? We never knew that there was a club like this in town. Could we join?" he asked jovially.

"I'll speak to Victor about it. He should be here soon anyway. And think you so much for coming. I never dreamed I'd be getting married again. But, how can you resist a man that seduces you with just his voice and some letters." She said enraptured.

"You must let me see them sometime. I bet they’re four alarm reading dear." Said Mrs. Demming, grinning, and allowing Inge to lead them over to a table.

The next to come were Joyce, Linn, Tracy, Jane and Jade, from the library typing pool. They all squealed like schoolgirls about being there and her getting married and jumped up and down with glee as a suited and gasmasked Liz came out and showed them what Marcie had loaned her to wear home and led the four women off to pick something out for them to wear and get changed into. Marcie smiled after them, she hopped they knew what they were in for.

The last women to come were Raven O'Hara, Betty Kay, and Li Bin Ho from up on the third floor accounting department. Raven came dressed in a gloved and footed pastel blue latex catsuit and thigh-high lace up boots and dragging a rubber suited man behind her. The other two woman were prodding him with the toes of their shoes from time to time and they all greeted her warmly and wished her every happiness before Inge came back and led them off to a table, Inge took control of Raven's slave with her blessing and led him off to start dispensing drinks and bringing out the buffet table full of food. Tryern took the three unrubbered ladies off to change as she watched Inge smacking the slave with a crop to get him moving faster. Whoever he was, he had a long night ahead of him, she mused.

Marcie stood by the door waiting for Vic for awhile before accepting a drink of champagne and going to mingle with the chattering crowd, shaking hands and hugging and accepting their praise and more well wishes.

The girls from work came out all dressed up in mostly black, but some red and pink or transparent, rubber one-piece suits with lots of accessories and very high heels and boots on their feet crying "Wow! We never dreamed clothes could feel this good! You have to let us know where we can get some like this!" and "God we feel so sexy in these!" Marcie kissed them all for being such good sports and pointed out Tryern to them all and said to talk to her later about getting some.

She did all the introductions and let everyone get to know each other for a bit. Thee drinks were flowing… Then once everyone was seated, she stood in the middle of the room and addressed everyone.

"Hello and thanks for coming. Especially on such short notice. I think by now, everybody has met each other and has experienced what they have on for the first time. As Liz told most of you, Victor and I are planning a white wedding, I’m not a virgin though. But I was to this world when I found it. Then it changed me and my life and so I stand here, blushing and young-hearted again, feeling like one once more. In this spirit, I ask you to watch us wed, feeling the same things I’m feeling and wearing clothes like you're wearing now. But, in some cases more severe. Tonight is a celebration of the spirit and the flesh, as you will experience. If you have any problem wearing tight corsets or wearing high heels for long periods. Let me know now so I can plan ahead. Anybody? Great, what a bunch of troopers! Now, I know all of this must come as a shock to some of you. Until a few weeks ago, I was a very different person as you well know. Quit laughing Jade… We know what you mean. Until I met Victor for the first time. I didn't really care if I ever loved anyone again. Well, he's changed that, and me. For the better I think. Even though some of you might think this whole thing is weird in the extreme, please bear with the rest of us perverts because we think you might learn something that we think you'll like from us. Rubber and latex are the "in" fashion these days and it has other benefits as well, as you'll soon find out. Now don't make fun of the regular folks Inge. Not everyone gets to wear such fun stuff to work, you dirty dog girl you! Anyway, if you're all up for it… Since we're all adults here and we all like sex, right?" she waited for the laughs and the jeers to die down before saying. "So if they will, the ones of us that are used to having kinky fun will help out the novices and virgin's among you and we'll start off with a little sexy fashion show, why don't we?"

She was assaulted by nothing but cheers to this idea as she walked over and joined Inge and Liz at a table with Raven and Li and sat down as several of the girls came walking out on the catwalk, swaying to a Jamaican Reggae beat as they strutted and posed before thunderous applause and more than a few wolf whistles from both the women and Mr. Demming as well. Alice Demming elbowed him in the side and he yelped as more laugher rang out. The girls were using their rubber suits as under garments to wear the sexy latex and rubber dresses they exhibited over them as they strutted around, knowing they looked very hot indeed. More than one aroused gasp was heard from the assembled women and soon their breathing joined together as more and more sexy looking outfits were shown to their astonished eyes. A collective gasp could be heard when Tryern came out in an opaque hobble dress with attached sleeves and gloves and a built-in inflatable eyeless mask, having to use Raven's slave dressed in a spotted rubber cow suit as a seeing-eye dog. Since her dress was clear, her hard nipples, dimpled ass and shaven pussy were displayed for all to see.

More gasps sounded as an anonymous rubber woman in a black suit with huge blow-up tits and a thick dildo attached to her crotch above her sheathed cunt strutted out and licked her lips as she stroked her fake cock at the audience. Marcie watched as several of the women from work were starting to get turned on, moaning softly and rubbing themselves surreptitiously through their tight fitting suits.

After each woman had modeled several outfits, Tryern came out with all of them and they took a bow before exiting the stage. But, the show wasn't over. The music switched to a driving techno beat and the curtain parted to reveal Raven's slave strapped to a large "X" frame. The woman in the all covering black suit was standing there next to him with a long buggy whip in her hands and she would dance and sway as she hit him with it once and awhile, making him cry out and get quite hard under his rubber sleeve that was fully revealed, getting stiff and bobbing in plain sight in front of him. The women from Marcie's work were rubbing harder now and pinching their hardening nipples and mashing their breasts together, a few timidly kissing each other or touching anothers thigh or breast as their passions built up in their rubber and they got wet.

Marcie caught some movement in the corner of her eye and turned to watch a grinning Marguerite, Inge and a stunning looking Alexandra leading in a black suited male slave and with a peck each on Marcie's cheek, they left him kneeling prostrate on the floor at her feet and handing her his leash, left him there, retreating to take seats elsewhere. She took the opportunity to put her high heeled feet up on his butt, using him as a foot rest as she watched the show go on.

The woman onstage was fencing with the man's cock, her whip slapping against his rigid cock and making meaty smacks as she pinched his nipples through his suit as she continually tormented and teased him, making him beg and cry out in pleasure.

The groans and sighs were starting to build to a fever pitch as she watched Alice Demming unzip her husbands latex pants and free his straining cock so that she could jerk him off through his rubber sleeve as they watched the show. Two of the accounting girls slid down to the floor and twisted around in a fog of lust as they started sixty-nineing each other, the other women looking on feverishly and reaching out to touch and stroke them as they stuck fingers in and tongued each other. A general orgy was fixing to break out in the room as the woman onstage mounted the male slaves cock and started fucking him passionately as he twitched underneath her, she turning to look lustfully out at the women in the audience and licked her rubbered lips whorishly with a pointed pink tongue.

Other masked and suited women came out onstage and started tossing out strap-on's and dildo-masks to the crazed women and the orgy was really on!

Marcie watched as Li shrieked and dove out from behind the table to grab one of the strap-on's and quickly had it on and was fucking Jade on the hard floor as the young black woman tweaked Li's nipples and screamed out in sheer bliss as she was driven full of hard latex cock.

Betty fell down before a lust-maddened Jane and started lapping at her unzipped brown-haired slit and suckling her clit as Jane shrieked her name out and commanded her to lick her pussy as she stretched a tight-fitting mask on over her own head and face. General bedlam was in full swing as Marcie dug her heels into the slave at her feet's back and smiled at the monsters she had unleashed in all these poor women. She was getting wet herself from watching all her woman friends getting turned on and starting to orgiasticlly fuck and suck one another, so she pulled her own crotch zipper down and idly diddled herself as she watched the fun going on around her.

Alice was squatting over Lance's lap now, his impressive penis driving deep in her own sleeved hole as she held his shoulder and thrust back at him, headed for a major cum. Inge had Tracy and Linn kneeling and lapping at her boots and her pussy as she lashed them with a crop and directed their efforts. Tryern had several of the girls from Victors house together and was leading a daisy chain and it was gaining links quickly as they fucked and sucked each other off to screaming orgasms. Cassandra directed as eight other women writhed together in a closed rubber bag. People were placed in suction-beds that sealed them between two layers of clinging rubber and were sensually assaulting them. The din was incredible! Marcie figured her little soiree was a success and taking the male slaves leash, stood up and led him into the back and let the rest of the ladies get down to having some real good clean fun.

The last thing she saw was Raven onstage, riding her own slaves cock as he hung in the frame as the doors swung closed behind her.

Marcie led her slave boy along a few more feet and then said softly. "You can get up now, my love."

Victor straightened up and asked with a soft chuckle. "How did you know it was me Marcie?"

"Who else would Inge and Cassandra both lead over to me at my own soiree? And how did you like our little "hen party" lover? Was there enough screaming women in there for your perverted little self? Or do I need to call out the amazons?" she laughed as she helped him to his feet.

He leaned down and they met in a hot, wet, knee-buckling kiss and embrace that seemed to go on forever. Marcie felt herself melting in his arms and shuddered as a little mini-orgasm rippled through her rubber clad body.

"Shooo wee! Darling. You really know the way to a girls heart, don't you? Baby, take me in the back and make love to me again, please?" she begged, her legs feeling like they were turning to the same material as her suit and her crotch feeling molten from his kiss and all she had seen and done tonight.

"As my lady commands." He said, taking her arm and leading her into the room with the canopy bed and easing her down upon it.

"I love you so much, my darling rubberman. Take me, take me now!" she cried as he slid into her velvety-lined pussy and made her scream with delight and sparks shoot from her crotch and breasts up into her hindbrain.

"I love you too, my darling Ms. M. I love you with all my heart and soul. Don't worry, we'll be married soon my love. Then we'll be together always and you can have all the soiree's you want to have. Nice touch of Inge's, tossing out those dildo's though. …Liked that." He whispered in her ear as she giggled and felt earth and sky move below and above her and her body took over again, leading her again into bliss and serenity as she kissed his masked lips with her own.

The party broke up late that night, Victor sent them home in cabs or limos rather than trusting them driving after all their exertions and he and Marcie stood waving out on the street in the late rain, the water glistening off their latex under the streetlights before sleeping at the club that night after another last bout of erotic love, cuddled together in a neat shared latex sleeping-bag.

* * *

She was up early the next morning, dressed in a grey latex dress with purple accents she found still hanging in the racks that morning, a pair of latex Cuban-style smokey-clear stockings hugging her legs attached to a heavy latex open-crotch girdle and a longline shelf-bra pushing up her cleavage provocatively thru the neck of the dress. She wore ankle-height tight-fitting spike-heeled boots on her feet and a few chrome bracelets for jewelry and had her hair swinging free and long behind her this morning. She never wore her hair this way… she thought as she entered the office and clocked in. Readership was bound to increase, she thought next. Seeing that the majority of the women in the office today were wearing latex or other sexy attire rivaling her own.

Liz spied her and hooked arms with her and drew her aside, saying softly. “The bossman came in this morning, took one look, started sweating and locked himself in his office, and no one’s seen him since. Wanna look in on him? We’re getting a little worried.”

Marcie giggled, smiling. “Oh, I’m sure once he sees staid little ‘ole me, that’ll calm him right down. Yeah, right…” she replied with a snort.

She got herself a cup of coffee and sipped it as Liz brought her up to speed…

Fifteen minutes later, she was outside of Mr. Adams office, the plate on the door read. J.O. Adams: Senior Administrator.

Or, as the younger employees liked to refer to him, Jack-off Ass-dams. He was a hard man to like, always by the book and fixated on the bottom line. But without him, there was no library, she knew. She knocked adroitly.

He responded and she entered, perfunctorily bringing him his morning coffee and a copy of the Ledger, rather than leaving it to his secretary.

Feeling free, now that she had Victors blessings, she made sure he saw plenty as she crossed the room and laid his cup and paper before him before taking a seat opposite him and crossing her legs at the thigh.

He was tall, and dark, with silver at his temples and his eyes had locked on her as she’d come in, swiveling like magnets to follow her. She smiled blithely and started in on reviewing the weeks budget, leaning far over to push the file folder over to him.

His left eye twitched, and he took a long breath, held it and released it, saying quizzically. “Ms. Waters. Frankly, I was wondering when you’d relaxed the dress-code? I mean, this last few days, you’ve been… dressing… quite unusually than normal. Not that I’m complaining, actually, I’m glad you decided to change your look, it’s just that, now all the female employees seem to be dressing… more skimpily, shall I observe? What does all this mean, may I ask?”

She smiled and recrossed her legs again, giving him a flash of her goodies this time as she replied. “I hadn’t noticed the standards of the dress-code had changed, Mr. Adams? I have noticed that some of the ladies have become enamored with rather more waterproof materials lately, much as I have myself. Perhaps, you’re seeing a reaction to that Sir? Shall I tell them to quit it?”

He audibly gulped across from her, then steepled his fingertips together and leaned back. “No, no, Ms. Waters, nothing like that. It just seems more… colorful, in here. My, it’s good to see a lot of healthy young women with good figures again for a change. Reminds me of the old days, it does. Yes, indeed.”

Grinning evilly, Marcie stood and sat on a corner of his desk and replied. “I understand Jack. You miss seeing the more meaty-built, curvaceous kind of woman from yesteryear, their heaving bosoms, their taunt, strong legs, their shapely posteriors… Am I correct Jack?”

The Administrator flushed slowly, then answered with a catch in his throat. “er… I, uh. I don’t know what you mean Ms. Waters?”

“Oh, I think you do Mr. Adams. I think you do indeed. Like myself for instance… I’d say I was voluptuous, wouldn’t you agree, Jack?” she purred, leaning in more intimately. Yup, she saw massive wood down there…

“Ms. Waters…” he began, squirming in his seat.

“Hush now Jack… I know just what you need, after all, you’ve kept this bastion depository of knowledge going for all these many years, haven’t you? I meant to inform you that I’m planning on getting married rather suddenly, in just a few days in fact. So my scheduling will be rocky for a while. And if I can gain your indulgence on that front, what’s wrong with a little reciprocation to relax you so you can do your job for us more efficiently? After all, I saw you leering at me as I was standing on the roller-ladder the other day, right?” she purred lustily, hiking her hem up so he could see the tiny gap of flesh between her rubber stockings and the girdle pooching out as she twisted higher on the desk leaning over and tracing her nails over his shirted chest.

“Yes… I… god, you’re beautiful Ms. Waters!” moaned Jack.

“Why thank you, Mr. Adams. And don’t you ever forget it…” she giggled.

Marcie exited the door about an hour later, smiling and mopping a few stray drops of his most recent ejaculates from her breast with a tissue. She didn’t think that she’d have a hard time getting her book-orders filled from now on…

She licked her lips and tasted the last of his spunk as Liz rounded the corner. “The girls from upstairs said to say they had a great time last night. They wouldn’t miss this wedding for the world. Victor just called and said he’d see you after work and that he’ll send Hanz to pick you up. Other than that, nothing else is going on. So just relax and lay back for the rest of the day why don’t you?”

“Strange, I seem to remember saying that very thing not ten minutes ago, hee hee hee. Ok Liz, I’ll take a break, thank you.” She replied with a snigger and a squeeze and then headed into her own office and sat and kicked her heels up on the desk with her hands behind her head. Ahhh, bliss.

After about forty minutes, she got bored and reached into her desk and removed the latex-bound volume she’d brought from home and opened it up to:

Chapter III.

Bizarre love

Or

Hold me tighter than the tightest embrace, and thereby free my heart and mind.

Bound by love?

Chained together by invisible bonds?

The eternal embrace of holy matrimony?

How many of these phrases have you heard or read of before? It’s likely that you have heard these and/or many others as well…

But what do they mean, really?

Simple, they refer to feelings and desires, that though invisible, draw two or more people together in order to form a pair-bonding.

These can be as outwardly simple as a ring worn on the third finger of a hand, or as complex as a metal sarcophagi and total-body covering and collaring system, offering total and complete control of ones chosen, right down to the most basic of life-giving functions.

Why have such control of another person? Why should one have such faith in their love, that they give up the freedom of their very bodies and essentially, their very lives themselves?

Think about it a moment…

In our modern day and age, it might sound patiently unthinkable to even consider such a thing. What with women’s rights, the fear of kidnapping, rape and murder, sexual abuse and the Stockholm Syndrome Ect.

But in days past, the giving up of ones body and soul to another was seen in a much differing light. It was said to set one free, freer than words could express, freer than the wings of angels. The freedom from the cares of the body, for that belonged to The Other, who cared for it, trained it to be the stuff of Odes and poetry. While the mind, thus freed, soared to the depths of the psyche and thereby, to the very stars themselves. Oneness was achieved thru the linking of the body, with the freed soul, cleansed of pain and outside influences, with the body and soul of The Other that cared for them.

On the bare face of life, one half of the pair-bond saw to the home and hearth, and to the rearing of the next generation.

The other half was the provider, the care-giver, the defender.

But underneath, the two were as One, one mind, one heart, one soul. But housed in two bodies, wither male or female, who lived as one, together, forever.

A very different ideal, wouldn’t you say so, from today’s vision?

Today, we see ourselves as individuals, complete and indivisible.

In need of no one, save ourselves.

And yet, do we really feel this way? I venture to think not.

Deep down, we feel… incomplete. Alone, afraid.

Even with those we profess to love and care for, because we are selfish. We withhold ourselves, for we cannot trust.

We feel alone, because we stand apart. We cannot give of ourselves, our bodies, or our minds, freely. Because we have little or no experience in removing control from ourselves and joining it with any other person. Not even our progenitors or siblings. And thus, we fail as a singular entity, thinking we have won in the game of life, by the attainment of fame, or wealth, or the ever-fleeting dance of power.

For, we feel, if we weld power over others, or wealth or prestige. We feel we are in control, when in reality we are more powerless then ever.

True power is attained, thru service to others, thru giving of ourselves and thru the attainment of perfection, in body and mind.

Thus, the sages of the past show more wisdom than the pundits of today. To free oneself, one must bind oneself with others, body and soul. Can you do this, one simple thing? Most likely not, if you are reading these pages.

And what does this all mean to you?

Simply put, sexual bondage and restraint are better than yoga and martial arts, for freeing the mind, and thereby, the body.

What would you do to be free?

Fakirs and martial artists do all kinds of insults to their bodies, and feel none of it, for their minds have learned to free them from pain and suffering thru long years of training and practice and experience.

What would you be willing to go thru to attain that level of enlightenment, that level of commitment, of trust, of Love?

Yes, Love. For, at the highest levels of their training, they are taught to relinquish their worldly cares and feelings, thus opening themselves up to the mind of god. And of course, Love is God, and vise-versa.

What would you be willing to do for Love?

I don’t mean running to the store when someone has a cold in the middle of the night in a downpour to get some cough medicine, or listening patiently as someone bores you with tales of their daring exploits, or the sophomoric love of the young.

I mean, what would you Willingly do to make the life of your partner(s) complete? What would you be willing to wear, or endure, so that your partners life was more fulfilled, and thereby, your own is more fulfilled as well? And what would your partner(s) be willing to endure for you?

That’s a hard thought, isn’t it?

Having introduced you to the world of fetishes previously, you should already be aware of the myriad of possibilities for the adornment and enhancement of the human body toward the ideal of oneself and ones partner(s).

Now, are you willing to take the next step?

Perhaps your partner has already introduced you to the idea of sensual bondage and restraint? What was your reaction? Was it positive or negative? Did you enjoy it?

In this chapter, we want to introduce you to a deeper level of commitment then perhaps you ever have conceived of before.

The total relinquishment of the freedom of your own body, to the requirements, desires and needs of your partner(s) and relinquishment of your mind to the silence within itself, for true bondage leaves you totally alone within oneself, free to explore the mind within.

Have you, or your partner, dressed themselves or yourself in an all-over covering of some material they find erotic during your previous activities and explorations? If so, this is one form of sensual bondage and restraint. Another is the binding of the body into some rigid form, for either sexual release or for training or for esthetic pleasure. Yet another concerns the total enclosure of the body and the control of the bodies functions and necessities, relinquished to ones partner(s) or to a group of like-minded people, for the purpose of becoming an object of desire or of service, freed of the chains of the body to pursue knowledge, pleasure or some other objective.

Did you contemplate the picture of the woman in Total-Enclosure prefacing chapter 1? Did you notice the extent to which her body was controlled and possessed? Her tubing controlling the basest of her bodily functions, her breathing, her urine, her feces, the amount of pleasure she experiences?

Suppose I told you that this woman was an executive, highly placed in a fortune 500 company, used to the wielding of power over great numbers of men in her everyday life, a mother and grandmother of seven wonderful children and wife to a very modest designer of fetish clothing. And yet, she feels freest and most loved and desired when she is so attired, bound in layers of latex and restrained so thoroughly that her very life itself is in the loving hands of her husband?

Suppose I told you that she wouldn’t wish life any other way?

Knowing them the way I do, I can tell you that for many years before she met her husband, she was in therapy, on drugs for anxiety and depression, and hadn’t enjoyed anything remotely sexual since her teens. She covered up for all of this by being a total bitch to the entire world! Her co-workers trembled as she walked past, knowing their jobs were constantly on the line and a slave to her whims and baseless anger at the world around her.

To the outer world, she had it all, power, wealth and fame.

Yet she was utterly miserable, utterly alone and inexpressibly lonely.

I knew her thru work, being an outside consultant at the time.

We sat one lonely Friday night in a pub, talking about our lives and our sorrows, and our hopes and dreams.

She prayed one day to meet a man who was a knight in shining armor, a man she could trust, a man that would free her from herself and her daily troubles. Someone to love her and cherish her.

But she was unable to love, or cherish or even trust, herself.

So what could she do?

First I asked her, what would you be willing to do for love?

She spent nearly an hour listing all kinds of things she thought I wanted to hear, but never really addressed the question. Finally, I stopped her and asked her. What should Love be willing to do for you, then?

This took a shorter period of time, and mostly consisted of grasping ideas of what she wanted her lover to do for her, basically listing the duties of a slave.

Then I proposed that she be willing to do the very things she listed as her desires for her companion?

She was appalled, and grew angry. Not at me, except by proxy, you understand. But by the very idea of giving more than receiving, that went against everything she’d ever been taught or believed.

Then I asked her again, what would you be willing to endure, for love?

She grew very quiet, then fidgeted for several minutes as my point sank home.

I didn’t see her again for several days, then she came to me and said. “I’d be willing to do whatever was required of me, for love.”

I asked her if that were true, and she responded after a period that it was, she just didn’t know if she had the strength necessary.

I told her the next step was to learn more about sexuality, namely her own, and that if she would I would be willing to introduce her to someone special.

She did as I asked, and by the time she returned to find me, I introduced her to a man I will refer to as “Sam.”

From the very first, I could see that she realized this person was different. Perhaps the attire he sent to her and required her to wear to demonstrate her commitment to their first date was an indicator.

It resembled muchly the attire in the picture you’ve already seen.

On their first date, she was rendered mute due to the gag she had to wear, and so, perhaps for the first time in her adult life, she simply sat and listened to another persons opinions, views and instructions. Before she returned from the date, she was sexually pleasured without penetration and given a course of instruction for her to follow regarding the preparation of her body for further future encounters. She was to begin wearing a corset on a daily basis, even under her daily attire, she was to learn to wear and walk in ultra high-heeled shoes, she was to pleasure her body at least five times a day, until he instructed otherwise.

When she returned to find me, she was brimming with questions, and squirmed, trying to find a way out of her predicament while saving face for herself.

I told her that she could stop at any time, but that if she did, she would be losing out on a true-path to her stated goal.

This is the dichotomy of the fetishist, as well as any seeker of enlightenment in any time and place. One can stop on the path to enlightenment at any time. But to do so is harmful, mainly to oneself.

Their next date really shook her. For Sam had reversed the process, and had rendered himself mute, and served her the entire night as she talked to him, and finally told him of her secret desire for a man to love her totally and unconditionally.

The make the story short, in the end, both of them got what they wished. She found a man that would stand by her, no matter what the situation, and love her totally.

In return, she allowed herself and her body to be put on display and used and controlled as he saw fit, finally giving over total control of her very being to his loving care. They slowly developed a complete bond of trust, and each became greater than the sum of themselves alone.

Your task this chapter is challenging.

If you have a partner(s) that is willing, and that you trust (very important) then your task is simpler, simply find a way to silence yourself and let them open up to you. Either using bondage or not. And then switch places and open up to them.

If you don’t have a partner, then you may need a little time, for you need to seek one out, develop a bond and follow the instructions above.

After all, in order to be free, one must learn to let go of oneself.

See you next chapter!

Marcie sat tapping one fingernail against one of her front teeth, mulling this over for some time. What level of commitment was she willing to give to Victor? Could she really take herself to that next level of rubber-love that the woman in the story had? She wasn’t prudish with regards to her body and it’s functions, after all, she’d cared for her grandmother and her parents when their bodies had felt the call of age. But, could she do that for, and with, another person, like Victor?

So far, she’d engaged in fetishistic sex, oral, anal and vaginal sex, with multiple partners, exhibitionism, and had partaken in bondage and some light S/M play.

Other than beastiality, incest or pedophilia, none of which she’d even consider, she had no opinion about the rest of it, and the world was an open book.

On the other hand, what was he willing to bring to the table?

What indeed?

Looking down at the desk-clock, she found that she’d missed lunch and that it was now early afternoon. Oh well, just that much closer to quitting time…

She placed the book that had started all this back in her drawer and stood and stretched. Where had the time gone? All she’d done was molest her boss and read stimulating literature so far? She munched a granola bar as she paced back and forth in front of her window, her high-heels clack-clack-clacking back and forth, back and forth. She’d come a long way baby, to play a phrase. Almost two weeks ago she’d been a lonely, frigid, moth-bally aging older lady, wasting away on her feet in service to a pile of pressed wood and a bunch of whinzled up old men slowly dying sitting in their executive chairs and a city that hardly cared if it’s people could even read, much less think for themselves.

Now she didn’t know what she was, but she was vibrant, exotically dressed and certainly satisfied, if a little horny at the moment. She went and opened the door to the private john and looked in the mirror. Her face was almost unlined, made-up almost provocatively and her hair was coiled in a long-tressed sixties style. Her dress made her look stunning, who was this strange woman? She was going to marry Victor in less than two days time.

Wasn’t this going too fast?

Frankly, she wished it was all over already. She just wanted to go home, latch on to her lover and rock his world.

She felt herself dripping down her thigh. Damn, this wasn’t going to go away, was it?

She hiked her skirt and rubbed herself, shuddering deliciously, god she needed to cum!

She returned to her chair, threw a leg up on her desk and rubbed harder, coating her hands and growling low in her throat as she built up to a hard climax, then relaxed in the afterglow, still lightly fingering herself. God, she had needed that!

Liz’s head popped inside and Marcie upset herself, nearly falling out of the chair.

“Whoa! You ok? Good, Cassandra for you, on one.” And she was gone.

Shaking her head, Marcie reached for the receiver.

“Cassie, hi! What’s going on?” she said into the phone.

“Nothing, unless you come to The Thing tonight. You are coming, right?” replied the dulcet tones of the woman from the club.

“The Thing, what’s that?”

“Vic’ll know, but you’ll have to be there to understand. So, are you coming, or not?” Cassie said cryptically.

She wasn’t getting anywhere like this… “When?”

“Just as fast as your little legs will carry you. Tell Vic he’s a Green this time. He’ll like that.” Cassie teased.

“What’ll I wear?” she riddled. Feeling like Alice from the looking glass.

“You’ll see. Bye!” then a tone, she’d hung up.

Great.

She phoned Victor and relayed the message. But her talkative almost-husband clamed up tight and simply said he’d meet her in the limo once she got off. She hic-coughed a grin as she replaced the receiver and resumed her pacing, clickty-clack, clickity-clack, clickity-calck, clack, and turn.

God, she wished the time would pass…

She was ecstatic to see the open door of the car after she’d clocked out, and scrambled inside, hugging her darling hello as the car sped away.

“Now give, what’s this Thing, she’s talking about? I want answers!” she purred seductively as they embraced.

He chuckled. “It’s not a thing to talk about, it just is. But… I want to tell you that we may lose time in there, that often happens I’m afraid. Also, do you have any problem with, you know… bodily wastes?”

“What a question! You don’t go around asking strange women that, do you? My god Victor, what are we talking about here?” she exclaimed.

“No, not normally honey, don’t worry. But, this is a bit different, we plumb our bodies for long-term enclosure under many layers of latex and rubber. It’s better than changing all the time. We started this event about the time I started the club, but it’s kind of taken on a life of it’s own I’m afraid. I’m not in control of it anymore either. So, if you want to bail out, I’ll understand. But we thought you might like seeing what we call a great evening in, hee hee hee!” he retorted enthusiastically. He looked like a kid on Christmas.

Well, here was her test, dropped right in her lap.

“What’ll I do?” she asked quizzically.

“Follow instructions, and don’t be afraid to lay back and rest. And be sure to hydrate frequently, that’s important. If you get into trouble, clap your hands wildly. Someone will get you out. If you go to sleep, you may wake up in a sleep-sack. Like the one we slept in, ok?

Many of us will have blinkers, if you’re blinkered, get around by feel. You’ll have to get tasks at the red desk, since you’ll be new. You’ll know me because you Know me, that’ll be something you’ll have to figure out for yourself. Other than that, have fun. It’s intense!” he explained, finishing up just before the car pulled to a stop.

“Okieee!” she said as she took Hanz’s proffered assist and climbed out, then turned as Vic exited and together they entered the door of the club.

It had been spookily quiet inside the main areas, they didn’t see anybody until they spied a lone bouncer standing by a door to a stairway. He tipped his finger to his forehead as he smoothly opened the door for them. There was a harsh red light washing the color out of everything, they helped each other up the stairs and walked into what looked like an old-fashioned mud-room. Standing as though waiting on them were a male and female couple, the red light bouncing glaringly from their heavily rubbered bodies. Each wore what looked at first like rubber plate armor over their torso’s, crotch-high waders and massive full-head gasmasks with tubing supplying their air after running it thru backpack respirator/filters and with thick armpit-length gloves attached to corset-collars belted around their necks.

More hoses ran down their legs and emptied fluids into sloshing bags belted to their calves, but there the resemblance stopped.

In the case of the male, a corrugated mechanical rubber-skinned dildo-sheath expanded and contracted, gained length and girth and lost it rhythmically as it jutted obscenely out from his crotch above a loosely-bagged set of testicles stretched by a wide strap into a comical half-barbell shape. When it swelled in size, the male grunted and bent over slightly, yet remained at attention. In the case of the female, the effect was even more dramatic. Clearly encased in black latex cups, the womans tits were visibly expanding and contracting like the males penis thru the clear plastic bullet-bra chest protector mounted above the severely compressed and corseted waist. The nipples were caught in some kind of tiny clamps and as the breast deflated, the weight was held up by the sensitive flesh, they moved when she did and she often seemed to freeze in place, shuddering as she stood there. A thick belt-panty attached to a wild plastic contraption that was belted securely between her legs, visible within the clear swinging tubes were twin thick penis-shaped dildos that speared the woman’s front and rear orifices, sliding in and out seemingly randomly and occasionally buzzing with a sudden vibration for a short period.

Shocked, Marcie circled the pair, looking at all the hoses and devices and the respirators humming and wheezing as the pair just stood there. Even that seemed odd, the mans boots were short-heeled and cleated, whereas the woman’s were arched painfully over with towering clogs with no open break in the sloe except the nominal tread on the bottom. Still, the woman had no problem it seemed, as the dildos slid in and out, in and out. Ah! She followed the hoses from the bottom of the respirators to the different devices. Their breathing either controlled or assisted the infernal contraptions, they were doing this to themselves! The female broke her stance and presented a small tablet, on it she was told to follow the woman and not to talk. Curious, she did as instructed and followed the woman thru a set of doors. The woman pointed at a sign that told her to disrobe totally and to prepare for depilation procedures. She was handed a bottle and a thin swimcap when she was naked and the woman helped smear it on her body up to her neck once her hair was tucked fully away.

She was led to a walk-thru shower just as her skin was really tingling from the chemicals. She was rinsed, given an enema and released it above a trough, ugh. The enema was repeated several times until there was nothing left in her purged bowels. She was washed off, then was handed a soft-soap and then a skin conditioner wash and then she was led out and handed a towel, she was even more naked, if that was possible. Not just her thatch, but all the tiny hairs on her skin were gone and she felt shivery and wrapped the wet towel around her as the woman led her out into another area. Here, she was handed a menu, of sorts. It wanted to know what kinds of attachments or devices she wished to utilize as a part of her enclosure. At the top, it read All units Will be enclosed.

At least that much was settled.

The list read like a mad scientists toybox. Stimulators, suckers, too many things to chose from, and she had only a rudimentary idea what anything did?

She saw a box reading; Dressers choice. She clicked the panel and handed it back, the woman held it up to her eye-level and then silently laughed, shaking her shoulders amusedly. The woman shook her gloved finger at her as if to say to be careful what you ask for, and half-handed the pad back to her to chose another box. She smiled and held her hand up. Let’s see what you got, lady? She thought. The woman paced back and forth for a minute, reminding Marcie somewhat of herself earlier, then paused and then opened a standing closet and removed a few catsuits and full-body suits before removing a thin latex suit with attached mask and an open crotch. She brought this to Marcie and then helped smear her with a whitish lubricant before helping her into the suit and adjusting the mask over her eyes, nose and mouth and sealing her in.

Next the woman searched around in another closet and pulled out a suit that looked like a cartoon caricature of a female body. It looked tight, but went on surprisingly easy, stretching on and covering the area between the two suits with thousands of little bumps on the inside, increasing in number around the twin sleeves and lining the insides with tiny knobby fingers of rubber. She shuddered and had to latch on to the woman as they used slim dildos to slide them inside her body. Burrrr, that felt great! Next, the woman had her lay back on a gyno-table and a catheter was insurted thru a tiny sealed opening in the suit, into her body and she felt it pinch a tiny bit, then a rush of pee flowed to the end and halted, ready to be drained.

The woman attached a plastic disposable waste bag and her flow emptied out as the woman resumed rummaging thru more closets and then returned with a strange-looking body-girdle of thick black rubber with a split crotch and buckles in front and behind. The bra was a limp bullet-shape with tiny circular clamps on the inside, similar to the woman’s own as she bent the cup out for her to see. The woman had her stand and helped her into it, it was tight and took both their efforts to wrench it up and into place and position. Her breasts were massaged and stimulated until her nipples were stiff and then the woman used a small wrench to loosen the clamp and slide it over the teats and then eased them shut. She hissed slightly, it felt like a constant pinch and pull, but one that sent tiny shocks straight to her brain via her clit.

Once both were tight enough to stretch the protruding ends, the straps were eased over her shoulders and she was taken back to the table to lie down. More rummaging ensued, her skin began to itch and tingle as the bumps slid around over her inner suit, except around her crotch, which was constantly being massaged by the bare fingers, bumps and knobs directly. Each layer had added it’s own constriction and she found she had to fight for breath as she was relentlessly squeezed inside the rubber layers. She undulated restlessly as the woman dug and came back with an armful of clothing. In turn, the woman held up: a pair of impossibly high-heeled crotch-high boots like her own, but with needle-thin heels and steel boning to the point of being hinged at the knees, with rounded sectioned steel knobs on the sides. At places both inside and outside of the leg were fastened D-rings in the thick rubber, to attach to restraints she knew.

A sectioned breast-plate of soft-rubber plates and a set of clear breast-cups that hid a thick rubber bodysuit underneath with a cut-out crotch. And a strange melted-wax looking helmet with an oval oral opening with a knobby-lined gag-tube running inside. Along with this was an hourglass-shaped, cupped plate with tubes running out the center and two floppy rubber shafts on the latex-lined inside with a thick fingered bar facing the wide base on the bottom of the larger portion of the hourglass. Straps topped the bases of the shape, this was a crotch-plate to belt between her legs and into the buckles of her last suit. Clever.

She stood again as she was helped into the body armor, hefted her tightly held breasts into the clear breastplates and was now wheezing from all the constriction as she was laid back again and the boots were slid into like stockings and laced into place, cramming her feet into bent-over spades with the pads pointed horizontally to the floor leaving about a three-inch triangle to stand on. Oh boy.

The boots squeezed her legs constantly, she was shown the feature that locked them into place as her leg was positioned in the stirrup and the crotch-plate was brought into play. A thick lube was squeezed out into her openings and the plate was eased into place, covering over her entire lower hips and the plate was indeed belted into place, and a tiny lock was clicked shut after her urine tube was pulled out and the inflatable tubes were eased partially into her body. It fit tightly, and the bar she’d seen earlier wound up snuggly directly over her throbbing clit, pressing deeply into her flesh. Oh boy!

A collecting bag was strapped to her thigh and, the line clipped off to fit more esthetically and she was eased to a sitting position. A thick neck collar was laced around her neck and then the helmet was split open and squeezed shut around her head and latched shut with a loud snap. She opened her mouth to breathe and the rubbery-tasting tube slid into her mouth, stopping at the back of her throat just short of choking her. She softly chewed the rubber as the silence closed in and she waited for whatever came next. At least her breathing wasn’t impaired, cool air entered from somewhere and she heard clicking and popping sounds as she inhaled and exhaled. It was utterly quiet, the silence was unnerving. Only her thoughts intruded as she felt tugging on her arm.

Small tinted ovals of plastic let her see out somewhat and she swiveled her head as far as the neck-brace would allow to look as a thick reinforced gloved sleeve was being stretched forcefully onto her arm and belted to her armor under the rounded shoulder pads, the many chrome D-rings gleaming in the harsh light.

Another was added to her other arm and the catches on her knees were released and she was helped to stand totteringly as she struggled to catch her balance on the seven-inch stilettos and tiny soles, her arms out blindly to aid her. The constriction, the friction, the rubber, all were conspiring to drive her insane with myriad sensations it seemed. It felt as if her skin was crawling with sweat and the itching and stimulation kept her just at the point of orgasm, but refused to take her that last inch. It was maddening!

She felt a tugging at the back of her head and then a poking at her rear cleft-plate and then she felt the small shafts inflating and filling her ass and pussy, and then the bar pressed into her clit vibrated and she almost fell over if not for the woman’s arm catching Marcie about the waist. More breathing and movement-controlled inventions she gathered. She shuddered as the filling, pumping, thrusting and vibrating sensations drove her over the top and just as she crashed down from the last release, the bar rumbled and she was catapulted into another and another. She reeled at the force of the assault and felt her bladder release again, thrumming hotly against her thigh and shaming her momentarily as she adjusted to the swelling and deflating shafts in her insides. Every time she breathed in, the shafts shrank, when she breathed out, they swelled. Not enough to hurt, just enough to simulate a realistically produced fucking motion and action.

It took a while, but she improved her balance, and surprisingly her feet didn’t hurt much due to the reinforcement and braces as she might had thought. After awhile, she cooled to a delicious sexual simmer and acclimated to the constant stimulation and constriction too. The woman nodded at her, took her hand and guided it to a small port under her chin and simulated a swallowing motion. This was where to hook up her water, she gathered.

What about food? She pantomimed.

The woman shook her head, and made another swallowing motion.

Ok, so the food must be liquid too, charming.

The woman made sure she understood, using a map, where to go to get fluids, where to empty waste-bags, where color-coded areas were, Ect.

Then the woman held her shoulders a moment, then led her out thru a door and into a maelstrom of blinding color as a bright harshly-glaring bulb lit their way down a long hall and into a large common room.

The light was more pleasant here, a soothing blue and she quickly recognized the color-shifting nature of the lenses in her helmet. Places she was supposed to be would be soft and relaxing, off-limits area would be bright and glaring. Very, very clever. The military used this kind of coding system in Bio/Chem-warfare clean rooms she remembered from her reading. Her breasts bounced inside the clear bra and she found herself wondering what it did? Whatever it was, it hadn’t done anything yet but support her rather well. The woman leading her now glowed a neon green and the number 23 glowed on her backs armor. Reactive paint?

She looked down and the number and letter T-3 stood out on her stomach plates and most likely she imagined, her back.

At least she was identified.

The faster she walked, the more she was stimulated and the harder she breathed. If she took an extra hard breath, the vibrations started for a given time. She followed the woman thru the area and into another hall, then entered a stairway and went down two levels. Underground, cozy…

The light in here was a soft pink and it changed into a clear blue as they entered another large open area and she was led up to a bright red desk. Ahh yes, her tasks. She was given a rectangular package with B-49 painted brightly on it by a robotic-looking rubberized woman mounted on a stool, mechanical reciprocating dildos in the seat visibly hard at work in her openings and seemingly unable to see her thru the openings in the ball-shaped rubber helmet she sported, not too unlike Marcie’s own. She looked at the posted map and headed off to her destination, after about twenty feet, she grabbed a pole and rode out a stuttering, overpowering climax as the vibrator turned on.

After that, she walked slower.

The constant feeling of being wonderfully doubly fucked as she walked or stood drove her over the top several more times, but she finally made it to an area marked with the proper designation and handed off the box into a chute and started to return, her hips swaying as she fought the constant erotic stimulation and felt horny enough to take on the Denver Broncos. As an appetizer! God, her head and body were just swimming with sensation. It was intoxicating like a drug, her body felt so alive! Her soul so free! She doubled over as another stuttering orgasm ripped itself thru her body and only a strong arm saved her from falling over as she jerked like a puppet momentarily before finally straightening and collecting herself.

The helpful arm belonged to a muscular rubberized male with extensive breathing apparatus powering another of those self-fellatio devices she’s seen. He made a familiar wave with his hand. Victor! They embraced, their armor, masks and sex-toys bumping softly against each other and eliciting further shudders of ecstasy from them both. There was so much she wanted to say to him, but she couldn’t! She hopped up and down in frustration, sending herself into orgasmic paroxysms again. God, every movement and breath was driving her insane! He hugged her, and let her struggle until she finally relaxed and just allowed herself to be held. Finally, he held her away and pointed towards the common area. Back to work, sheesh!

They walked together back though, and aided each other as she watched his own device drive him to a leg-weakening, shivering orgasm, causing him to stop as he bent over, then squeezed her hand, recovering. He waved at her, and split off as they got close to the red table. This time she was given a blue chit with the destination F-2 on it. She turned to the map and found it on a lower level and set off slowly and casually, stopping from time to time so as not to build herself up to climax unnecessarily. She arrived about fifteen minutes later, and entered a sealed door like an air-lock and found herself in a padded, rubber surfaced room devoid of furniture other than a male mannequin mounted in the floor on the far side.

The mannequin was well sculptured, pleasing to the eye, and anatomically correct. With a well proportioned penis-shaped dildo pointing obscenely toward her. A tone sounded and with a start, she felt her boobs swell and stretch and looked down as her bust inflated to fill out the clear bra and the clamps on her nipples that she’d all but forgotten, now pulled on her teats and as the moments passed, started to really hurt. She stumbled forward and the pain eased, the closer she got to the mannequin, the less her tits hurt. Just like a rat in a maze, carrot and the stick. She wound up on her knees at crotch height to the dildo, as she inched her head nearer, the bar on her clit hummed lowly. She was being trained! And there was nothing she could do, because it seemed like this whole scenario seemed controlled by non-human means! She sighed heavily in her helmet, further inflating her internal shafts.

She pushed the shaft of the replica cock into the hole in her helmet and sucked on it. Nothing happened for a half-second, then she remembered the chit in her hand and shoved it into a slot in the post below the molded testis of the form. She was rewarded by a sudden trickle of sweetish fluid. What? Then her clit-bar turned up the stimulation and she didn’t care any longer. Humming, she deep-throated the shaft as a toe-curling climax washed over her, erupting like a lightening flash as she screamed and her dildos fucked her harder still. The harder she screamed and sucked, the harder she came. Her throat was raw by the time the bar shut off and she came free of the male proxy and collapsed on her back, still mindlessly jilling herself off with her panting, but unable to elicit any further stimulation like before because of the crotch-plate.

Her mind slowly cleared, she remembered that when she drove down hardest on the dildo into her throat, she had been given large squirts of a thick meaty liquid. She realized her stomach was full, a different soft tone was chiming now. Time to go, she guessed. She returned to the common area, feeling slightly rested and well-fed. This wasn’t so bad, she thought to herself with a hidden grin. She didn’t see Victor around anywhere, though it was rather hard to tell since all the males were dressed somewhat similarly to one another and outnumbered the females by at least three to one. She made her way to the red table and received another chit, this time orange with the designation A-1 and was shown a tablet which instructed her to stop by the relief-station on the way and was pointed in a direction by the seemingly-continuously climaxing woman squirming helplessly on her stool.

She headed off again, following an orange stripe painted on the floor leading in the direction she was to go. She found the relief-station, changed and emptied her bag and dropped the used one in a chute, attached another and then exited and continued on towards her next destination. This whole set-up was interesting, it seemed like they were using human conveyers for interoffice transporting and package delivery, while at the same time training newcomers and engaging in bizarre rubber-sex at the same time. It was wild! She entered a hallway and the light took on a harsher hue but remained the same color. At last the painted line terminated at a hermitically sealed door like the one at the entrance to the cock-sucking/feeding room. She spun the wheel and the door hissed open with the loud hissing sound of compressed air escaping.

Inside, it was dimly lit and she stood for several moments, trying to adjust her vision. Just as she was able to note that there were other figures in here, laying prone on small cots spaced around the room, her bra started to inflate and pinch her tits again. She allowed herself to be guided by the lessening tension to an empty cot and sat quietly, waiting. A female form detached itself from an alcove in a corner and came over to stand before her. The woman looked like a Borg, with what looked like cybernetic attachments on her masked face that shot a beam of red light over her as if scanning her body for information. After a moment, the woman cocked her head as if receiving instructions and bent to remove her helmet with thickly-gloved hands.

She worked her jaws after the tube was removed from her mouth and the hands of the woman guided her to a laying position on the yielding bed of the cot, then went off out of sight for a minute and returned after a time with a thick hooded gasmask with large cups over the ear-areas and a long breathing tube running from the chin. The woman stretched this on over Marcie’s head, positioned it to her liking and bent low to bring over some wide belts which she used to bind Marcie to the bed. The woman fiddled with her urine-tube for a second, then pulled up another tube and pushed it into place somewhere on her face, then a watering-tube was attached and then the woman disappeared from view. Fresh air, tangy with the scents of heated latex, sweat and sexual secretions, both male and female filled her lungs. She struggled for a second, and then surrendered to her fate. She was being trained again, she realized.

Again, the silence struck her. It was wayyy too quiet in her head, even her thoughts seemed stilled and lethargic. Presently, she relaxed and almost dozed, drinking in the sweet and sour scents. She struggled weakly for a bit, then climaxed shatteringly from her struggling and heavy respirations and their sexual after-effects.

Then a soft feminine voice began speaking in her ears, like a lover would after a long bout of lovemaking sounded. She squirmed, growing randy again.

<: hello T-3. This is the voice of the T-6000 interactive teaching computer. Please respond if you can hear me clearly. I will hear you. :>

“I can hear you T-6000. Thank you” she responded, glad to be able to speak and hear again, even if she was bound to a bed.

<: You’re welcome. Please relax and let your mind drift as we begin the introductory orientation to The Thing, and it’s environs. If you require assistance, simply speak to me and an Overseer will assist you presently. First, a little background: Some years ago, your betrothed <Unit-4> was having a problem keeping the club going and decided to branch out into the rubber-fetish clothing and accessories business to add some inflow to it’s coffers. But he discovered he had a problem, labor. Then he hit on the idea to open up the upper and lower levels of the club, long unused and in need of renovation and to see if he could interest long-standing members of the club in doing the receiving, repackaging and shipping of the merchandise for him while enjoying their chosen lifestyle at the same time. The idea took off like a shot! Members clamored to work in the back while dressed head to toe in their favorite material. The event was so successful that in record time, the equipment was inventoried and stocked and the areas were renovated and ready for use.

Unfortunately it was more successful that it perhaps might have been. Once the backlog of orders were caught up and shipped, there was little to do except to digress into mindless sex orgies lasting days at a time. Then <Unit-4> hit on the idea to use these events to introduce interested members domestic partners and paramours to the worlds their partners enjoyed so much. With a great deal of assistance from some knowledgeable members, he developed a structured curriculum built around giving everyone something productive to do between assignments.

This involved teaching the newbies about every aspect of rubberism, bondage and discipline, body-modification and human sexuality, the care and maintenance of the building, equipment and attire and what their assigned duties were. He found that with some, a mild form of mind-control was required to suppress the urge to flight and fight of some of the more reluctant partners. He found this worked much better than anticipated with some, with others, direct-teaching methods worked better. He combined these into the introductory teaching instruction you have been experiencing since you entered The Thing.

Bare in mind that you may halt the experience and leave at any time, you just have to inform an Overseer and at that time, you will be removed and released to the outside world. Too, you may return to resume your experience, however you will require the written permission of two or more members to gain entry once more.

Do you wish to leave us T-3? :>

Utterly relaxed, Marcie mumbled sleepily. “No T-6000. I’d like to stay, if I may.”

<: good, very good T-3. :> purred the computer happily.

The clitoral-bar started rumbling again, sending her quickly over the edge into a stuttering orgasm and she felt herself release her urine again as her body clenched and contracted, twisting futilely in her bonds. So, orgasm was a reward, huh? Cute.

The computer-lovers voice began again in her ears as she basked in the afterglow.

<: enjoying yourself here T-3? :>

“Immeasurably. Do you have a name designation other than T-6000, computer?” she asked, stretching on the bed to gain more comfort.

<: the Master has named me Trixxie. Does this assist T-3? :> replied the voice.

“Yes, may I refer to you by this name computer?” she teased.

<: yes, you may. However, I am required only to refer to you with your training designation, I apologize. May I continue please T-3? :> said the voice, sounding vaguely amused itself.

She nodded and somehow the computer understood the motion and resumed its discourse.

<: in this teaching session, we will flash pictures and sounds thru your lenses to show you some of the many different kinds of rubber-play that rubberists enjoy. These will be implanted in your mind in a structured order and at a rate commiserate with your previous experiences and with the brain-wave and thermal activity recorded from your own mind and body. Much of this will take place at a very accelerated rate over a very short period of time, and so in order to make this more enjoyable for you, images and fantasies from your mind will be blended together in order to form a custom-designed erotic fantasy for you to watch and participate in. If you are thirsty, draw on the small dispensing-tube inside your helmet resting against your lips at this time. :>

A thought occurred to her suddenly. “Trixxie, suppose I need to evacuate my bowels?” she inquired, mindful of the literal nature of computer programs. She’d been flushed out before, but was starting to feel a bit of growing pressure in that regard and felt she should ask about it since she could actually talk to this machine.

<: you are not scheduled for fecal removal at this time. However, if you feel the need, just let go, the suits will retain it until a change is scheduled. Are you uncomfortable? :> came the soothing voice in reply.

Her eyes shot open at that. “But then I’ll be stuck with it sloshing all over my skin! That’s gross!” Marcie complained.

<: nonetheless T-3. You will have to endure the discomfort. No one will know or judge you here; even the Green-workers have discretion. Endurance training is part of the training required of you T-3. Just try and relax, are you ready to begin? :>

Reluctantly, she nodded again.

The lenses of her helmet darkened and soothing music crept up in her ears as she found a representation of herself, dressed in latex of course, sitting in a darkened room on a low couch. Her attire was altered into a transparent amber tightly-fitting suit hugging her skin, but allowing her charms to show thru. Her nipples grew erect as she slid her hands over her new body, enjoying the feeling as the latex slid over her flesh as she moved and stroked herself. She felt her face and found it masked, and oddly, her scalp was smooth and bare as she slid her hands over her skull. She was totally hairless, she realized. Her mons venus was zippered over, covering her nudity slightly. Then a male figure entered the room and walked towards her.

Oh my. This man certainly was endowed, his thick cock hung swinging some six or seven inches long, soft, encased in black latex, like the rest of him. He had no face, only a smooth plate covering his features leaving a simple black-lined oval opening over his mouth. The rest of him was enclosed in a black suit that sealed the neck of his mask around his neck. Other than that, and a pair of shower-sandals, he was as nude as she was.And he found her exciting, that much was evident as his member swelled and elongated, finally pointing out at an upward angle some two feet in front of her face. Licking her lips, she gripped his meat and pulled him closer, he growled lustily as she opened her lips, licked them and then took his thick well-formed prick in her mouth, lavishing her tongue around and along it’s length.

God she was horny! The anonymous nature of the scenario was not lost on her either, no commitments, no worries. Just raw uncaring sex. She hummed around his girth, and he growled louder, bending slightly as she felt a drop or two of pre-cum coat the inside of his sheath and the rubber slid around over the underlying flesh.

Mmmmm, hard cock, just for her, but she wanted more…

She pulled her lips off him, then lay back and opened the zipper on her suit and pulled him head-down into her crotch. The message was clear, suck me off boy!

With a tiny bubbling laugh, the man stuck out his long, thick black-coated tongue and proceeded to lap at her wet sex. Now it was she who growled as she grabbed him by the back of his head and guided him to the spots she wanted addressed. He was good, but could stand improvement like most men. She kept him at it for some time, finally coating his face with her cum before pulling him higher. Come on, get on with it! Gamely, he lined up with her juicy slot and pushed in.

Hooof! He was big! And long… oh god! She creamed almost immediately, locking her legs around him as she shuddered and he pounded into her box. She almost lost consciousness as her third climax slammed into her brain, finally, she felt him tense up and felt his sperm flood the sheath inside of her, leaving him groaning and spent. He rolled off of her and she fondly jerked on his slick deflating shaft, almost wistfully wishing for more.

Another couple entered the area and approached. The male was dressed akin to her last lover, but with a smaller, thinner appendage covered in a knobby-covered sheath with ticklers atop the golf-ball sized glans on the end. His companion was a woman, dressed in a red suit and mask, with a ribbon-corset cinching in her narrow waist and spike-heeled knee-boots of matching red rubber on her feet. Her large breasts bounced enticingly inside the molded in breast-cups as she took over the situation and pushed her companion down on the couch beside Marcie and had him stretch out lengthwise, his already erect cock bobbing upright on his stomach.

The woman pulled out a tube of lube and turned Marcie so that she could eject the cool substance into her rear passage, then eased her back and atop her friend, squatting to line up the mans prick with her puckered anal ring and eased it’s head in slowly so it wouldn’t hurt as much as it might have. Marcie moaned as she felt her rectum slowly fill as she let herself slide down until he was totally inside her, the ticklers driving her almost nuts with sensation, his sacked balls slapping wetly against her pussy, sending sparks into her vision as her clit fired off another strong climax.

Watching the turn of events, her first lover was rapidly gaining tumescence again and the woman roughly grasped him and guided him back between Marcie’s legs and towards her gushing snatch again, guiding him as he entered her box for the second time in twenty minutes, filling her to the brim with man-meat as she screamed out in abject mindless orgasmic lust, her hips grinding against the twin cocks battling in her insides as she gave herself over to utter abandon. The woman mounted the lounge, placing her own sealed sex against Marcie’s face, grinding into her mouth. Lustily, she tongued at the latex, pushing around in her cleft pussy, totally enjoying herself. Marcie pulled down on the woman’s zipper-seal and a small flood of cunt-juice squirted down her tongue as she stuck it in and worked it around and around, her own orgasm washing her vision with whiteness as her body contracted, squeezing the twin shafts so hard they halted until her body relaxed enough for them to continue.

Moaning, sighing and grunting filled the area, along with the sounds of squeaking, snapping, slapping rubber and the odors of heated latex and bodily secretions, sweat and sex. The same as she was breathing in real-time. She orgasmed a score of times before the men inside of her sped up, nearing their points of no return. Each time, she dog-locked, halting them in place until the contractions relented enough to go on. Now, as she felt them swell throbbingly within her, her climax was unbelievable in it’s intensity, jerking her around like a plaything between them as she felt first the man behind her squirt into her rear, then the man atop her roar and fill the sheath inside her cunt with a massive load of cum. She screamed into the woman’s snatch, tasting a flood of the woman’s own cum-juices flood Marcie’s mouth as she lapped and sucked it all down, sucking on her clit like it was tiny penis as they all wound down and sank to hold and cuddle each other as they recovered. The room went slowly dark and then the dim light of the original room returned, along with the voice of Trixxie, purring in her ears.

<: welcome back T-3. Have fun? :>

Ooooh, had she… she twisted and felt the oddly reassuring sloshing of her urine-bag on her thigh and then noticing that she felt another kind of wetness against the back of her suit. Oh crap, I must have shit and hadn’t known it! She screwed up her nose, though she couldn’t smell her shame thru the layers of rubber. Damn.

“Trixxie, I seem to have soiled myself. When can I go to a changing area?” she inquired morosely.

<: your next scheduled changing is in thirty-two hours. Just prior to your wedding. Do you require medical assistance? :> replied the computer.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit… shit! She’d have to wear her soiled suit for another thirty-two hours! Until just before her wedding! How was she going to coordinate the wedding plans like this, holy fuck! She thought wildly. Well, when in doubt…

“Trixxie, how can I be sure the wedding-plans are ready if I’m here, trapped sharing my body with a load of effluence?” she asked as calmly as she could manage.

<: I have been informed that those plans had been fully taken care of by <Units 2-9-11-13 and 18> until your projected release at 07:30:00 hours on Monday march fourteenth when those units will meet you and prepare you for matrimonial submersion. <Unit 4> will also be present and available for conversation and intercourse at that time. Are you in distress? Your heart-rate and temperature have increased by a factor of three. :> replied the computer, actually managing to sound concerned about her welfare.

Marcie moaned, then replied grumpily “I’m fine. I just didn’t know I had been taken outta the loop in my own wedding. Shoot! What am I supposed to do until then?”

<: from here, you’re to report to training area 5 for further instruction. Transport six deliveries and report to the exercise stations for cardio exercises until 2230 tomorrow. As it’s currently 23:41:34 hours, you will rest and receive further subliminal instruction until 08:00:00 hours. Since you’ve calmed down, may we resume instruction T-3? :> informed the dulcet-voiced machine with what sounded like an edge of gleeful mischief.

Damn, like before, there was little she could do until she was let go from The Thing, it seemed.

She voiced her acceptance and before her eyes a vast orgy of rubberized bodies appeared and writhed, surging in the crimson light as they copulated like salmon. Shaking her head wryly, she entered into the foray.

After an interminable time, and more sex that she could fathom, she somehow fell asleep.

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