Shirley's Conversion

Prologue

I clicked on the e-mail button in the left corner of the site and the e-mail window opened for me.  I typed in the body of my message.  I reread it to make certain that everything was right.  I clicked the "OK" button and the secure screen with address and phone contact number and credit card request appeared.  I had reached this screen five times before in the past two months and always hesitated. 

I resolved to follow through this time.  Our relationship was in need of serious repair.  My wife absolutely refused to consider any of my fantasies.  She wouldn't even try on the simplest item I requested.  She had now known about my quirk for over ten years and we had been married over twenty years.  I was reaching the mid-life time that marked the relationship with a need to spice up the old habits.  I wanted to have the change be with my partner.  She had gone on a couple of extended trips away from me, testing how she might feel apart, yet she didn't really want to break our bond that had developed over twenty years either.  I sensed it and loved her more for it.

Then I found the web site, Unlimited Fantasies for Love.  I read the description of the product and knew that this might be the place to find our lost spark and rekindle the lust for love in the relationship.  Still I hesitated, preparing the e-mail but never following through with the request five times before this fateful night.  I was over 2000 miles from home on the opposite side of the country.  I was on extended assignment and I was lonely.  I was also dressed to surf in four latex catsuits, three hoods, and gloves and was just hot enough to follow my feelings of the moment and not the brain.  Oh, if this worked!  My wife would be transformed by the adventure.

Two thousand miles away and twenty-four hours later, the fantasy began.  The van sat in the driveway of the small house in Everett.  The occupants of the van had been watching from down the street until Shirley pulled into the drive and opened the garage door.  She pulled the Mazda into the garage and closed the door.  Inside the garage, she took the groceries from the back and went inside.  The house seemed so empty when he was off on travel.  She missed him but she always was piqued by the idea that he was dressed in his loathsome rubber.  She couldn't understand what rubber did for him and why.  Sure, he had talked to her about it a few times and she clearly let him know that she was not interested in something so bizarre.  She even wondered about his sexual orientation, surely real men who loved women didn't put such a barrier between them.  Maybe he was playing with other people when he was on these trips, using the rubber for protection and cheating on her, expending his love on some worthless whore dressed in rubber.

She recoiled at the thought and shoved it to the back of her mind.  Still it was one of the many times she thought he might be cheating her and even his protestations of innocence and only using his rubber alone didn't satisfy her.  She still had the thought that he might love some material more than her and that also disgusted her.  Was she just a piece of furniture that something like rubber could replace?  Sure when he was home, he was attentive and loving.  He certainly didn't fail to love her at home, but his trips were so frequent and he was often away so long that she knew his second mistress, rubber, was a powerful influence in his life and she was...jealous?  Yes she laughed at that, jealous of one of those ugly black suits she had taken out of the bag the time so many years go.  It seemed absurd yet when he was gone and she started thinking about the bag of black rubber she always went down that path.

This was unproductive thinking.  She slammed the car door and headed into the house.  He should call tonight.  He'll probably be sitting in his room, dressed in that rubber, though she was never sure.  Sometimes she called him and the phone would ring into voice-mail.  She would leave a quick message and he would always call back inside fifteen minutes.  "I was in the bathroom" was his excuse and she wondered.  Maybe he was in the suits with those face things and had to remove them before he could talk to her.  Sometimes his voice was hoarse and deep and she knew he must be in that rubber, but she never was certain.

She thumped the bag on the counter and flicked on the TV.  The Philippine Channel was showing one of the endless variety shows.  As she watched the entertainer came out in a tight shiny sleeveless body suit... the stuff was everywhere!  Even her Philippine Channel had entertainers beginning to venture into that clothing.  Not that she would look bad in it.  She was still slim and sexy.  Her light tan skin and exotic face and large oval eyes always attracted looks.  Her shiny black straight hair fell to the middle of her shoulders and she knew she was still pretty.  Sweet sixteen, never been touched, never been kissed... well that was a few years back but she still had her looks.  She watched the dancers gyrating on the screen and wondered what she would look like in those clothes; still her conservative side shunned the idea of dressing like a slut.  She set to putting the groceries away.

The van occupants waited patiently.  They had hours to determine routine and to figure out the best way to make their move.  The leader was leaning toward the "flowers from a loved one" method of gaining entry to the subject's home.

First Discovery:

Her agitation grew as she thought about him back east doing something dirty with his rubber.  She decided to rearrange the bedroom to vent her unease.  She cleaned the house, top to bottom, or rearranged the rooms regularly when she was frustrated.  She knew Bill was making full use of his outlet and she was alone with only her thoughts.  She pulled the drawers from the dresser to make it easier to move.  One drawer slipped from the bed and the contents tumbled out.  Now on top was a plastic bag with some red things inside.  She opened the bag and the odor of raw rubber assailed her senses.  She wrinkled her nose in disgust but she took out the panties and the bra inside to survey them.  They were relatively small.  The panties looked much like her satin panties.  The bra was coarsely made but the inside latex was smooth. 

She set them on the bed and pushed the furniture around in the new arrangement.  She took the rubber things and put them back in the bag but rather than the drawer, she slid them under her pillow.  After her shower, she was toweling off her hair.  She looked at the pillow and a thought crept into her head, "Why not?"

She pulled the things from under the pillow and looked more closely.  These weren't like those suits she saw in the suitcase.  These were quite dainty looking and were red, not that ugly black.  She felt how smooth the material was and how soft it seemed to be.  These panties seemed so innocent. 

They didn't have that thing inside that was meant to fit inside her, like the black panties she saw with Bill's things that one time.  He had let her try them once and suggested that she could use them whenever he was away, but she never got past looking at that black phallus and afraid of what putting it on would do to her. She actually began to wonder how these red things would feel on her skin.  Without that thing cleaving her pek-pek, pussy, she decided this might be a tolerable experiment.  Besides, she could always give him a call and tell him what she had found.  She figured that would give him one of the biggest shocks, and maybe even a thrill, of the day since he was probably dressed in one of those suits of his.

She took out the rubber and put some powder inside.  She figured that must be the way to do it since Bill seemed to have a rather large need for powder.  She stretched the leg openings and slipped the panties onto her legs.  She pulled them up to her crotch and the latex nestled right against her skin.  The bra had no hooks so she pulled it up her legs and over her hips.  She slipped it on up her waist and belly to her chest.  With a struggle she was able to work the cups over her breasts.  The latex cupped her mounds in a soft embrace.  She felt the rubber rubbing her skin as she moved to put on her shorts.  She suddenly felt naughty as the latex at her crotch stroked the outer gates of her pek-pek and she felt a surprising thrill shudder through her body.  The rubber was getting hot and to her surprise, so was she!  She stroked the cups of her bra and the feel transmitted to the skin made her shiver in delight.  God, she was wantonly thinking thoughts that a good Catholic isn't supposed to think!

She checked the time.  It was late enough to give Bill a call.  It would be about 8:30 in the east.  The phone rang four times then went into the voice mail.  This time a smile rather than a frown came to her face as she left a message, "Honey, give me a call as soon as you get this.  I found something in a drawer and we need to talk."  She hung up the phone, "That'll get him worried," she thought as she waited.

2000 miles away, I listened to the voice mail as I pulled three hoods off my head.  Right away "drawer" set off the alarm in my head, but she didn't really sound mad or desperate, as was often the case when she called.  I dialed home and waited for her to come on line. 

"Hello."

"Hi, Hon, I got your call."

"Where are you?" she asked.

I always thought that was a silly question since I could only be on the phone at the hotel room.  "In my room."

"Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"I was in the bathroom," I said with my usual excuse.

"What you doing?"

"Just watching some TV."

"Are you sure?  You're not on your computer?"

"I was getting ready to check some messages, but it's just coming on."

"I found someone's things in the drawer today.  Where did they come from?"

"What things?"

"They were rubber," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Those are for you, Hon," I stumbled a bit but was now sort of glad the issue was open.

"They are?  What do you expect me to do with them?" she was already fingering the front of the panty and becoming quite excited as she talked.

"Well, I was getting up the courage to give them to you, Hon."

"So are you just watching TV?"

"That's it."

"You sure you're not wearing any of that ugly black rubber stuff of yours?" She asked and stated at the same time.

"Um, well..."

"Don't lie to me, Mister.  I can tell when you're lying even over the phone and especially when all my senses are aroused by those things I found!"

"What?"  Did I hear her right?  Did she just tell me that she was wearing the stuff?

"You heard me!  Now tell me if you're in any of your stuff."

"Yes, Hon, I'm wearing all of it, except the hoods."

"Why don't you put your hoods on and log onto the computer.  I'll IM you in a minute."

She hung up.

I pulled the hoods back on my head a bit confused.  I stuffed the nose tubes in and tucked the hoods under the collars of the catsuits.  I sat at the computer, which was already on, and waited for the AOL instant messenger to signal.

I barely heard the "ding" from inside the hoods. 

I opened the window and read, "Hon, tell me why you like rubber again."

I typed back with several mistakes, glove fumbles and the racing thoughts in the head were just too much for accurate typing,  "I like how it caresses the entire body like hundreds of massaging fingers.  I like the way it pulls and tugs as I move in it and the added feel as touch spreads beyond the point of actual contact.  I like the way I can feel protected and removed from outside problems as I turn my thoughts inward.  I like the tightness embracing me all over."

"Do you love it?"

"I love you."

"Do you love rubber?"

"I enjoy rubber more like a very close and understanding friend."

"Do you love it?"

"I love you.  I am very fond of what rubber does to me and the feelings it brings to me and the closeness I feel when I'm in it and thinking of you."

"Do you love rubber?"

"Not in the same way I love you.  I mean it's not living and it cannot love back.  It enhances my feeling toward you when I'm in it."

"Even when I'm here and you're there?"

"Sure, I always wonder what would happen if you decided to give some rubber a try."

"Well, I'm actually enjoying the feel of the stuff against my pek-pek.  I can rub the outside and it is making me feel really hot."

"Now who's making who hot," as I suddenly felt my tool stir inside the layers.  Shirley was really taking the first tentative steps into latex and I was 2000 miles away.

"I'm not so sure about this thing, though.  If I call again, can you talk?"

"Not too well.  You won't understand a thing because the hoods and the mouth tube make talking very hard."

"Answer the phone when I call."

"OK."  The message, "Lheytg has logged off," came on the screen.

The phone rang. 

"Hhhhhmmmmmooooollo."

"What?"

"Hhhheeeeemmmmmllllhpo."

"That's too funny!  You're really all covered up in that stuff.  I still don't get the idea of that but I am beginning to understand a little about how it might feel.  Better get back to your computer, Hon, I'll let you go now.  Have fun, though I still can't figure out how."

What was to be the final outcome of this little moment?  Then I remembered the e-mail.  She would learn a whole lot more than she imagined before the next day was over.  Three hours later I was getting ready to log off and crawl out of my rubber world.  I was always reluctant to surface from beneath the warm comfort of this rubbery world, but it had to be done.  The "ding" of an IM and I saw Lheytg was messaging me.  "You're still here?  I was about to go to bed.  The panties and bra have really gotten me all squishy feeling inside.  You still dressed?"

"Yes.  I was just about to get out of the things."

"I see.  So you don't wear them to bed."

"Sometimes, but not tonight.  I'm ready to clean up."

"Well, I'm going to see what happens if I sleep in these tonight.  Did you cum tonight?"

"Well, yes, I came twice, once while we were chatting earlier <smile> and then again as I thought how you might look all covered in rubber and sitting on top of me."

"Well, I'm still not too sure about that full cover thing.  Promise you'll wear some rubber tonight while you sleep so I won't feel alone here."

"Ok.  I'll wear a brief and the wrestling suit."

"Wrestling suit?"

"It's a one piece suit kind of like a woman's swimming suit."

"Wear one of those full suits too, if you really love me."

"You want me to do that?"

"Well, if I'm in this panty and bra you got me, I want to make sure that you are thinking about nothing but you, me and rubber."

"Ok, Honey, I'll wear a full suit too."

"And one of your face things too."

"Gosh, I'll try but I never can sleep when I put one of those on."

"That's good!  You can think of me all night as I explore these new thoughts.  Good night."

"Good night.  Love you."

She logged out right after that exchange.

Shirley went to bed and was slowly rubbing the panties.  She actually felt the shudder of orgasm from her own touching, the second one since she had put the panties on.  She slipped into a light sleep as her rubberized pek-pek twitched in such a satisfactory way. 

The Plan Hatches

The van pulled into the driveway and the fellow in a florist delivery uniform got out and headed to the door.  He carried a large basket of flowers as he walked to the door and rang the bell.

Shirley was startled by the doorbell.  She got up and peeked out the window and saw the delivery fellow.  Bill must have been thinking of her, she thought as she saw the basket of flowers.  She opened the door to accept the basket.

"Good morning, ma'am.  Flowers for Shirley from Bill, with love," the delivery guy said.

"Thank you."  Shirley took the flowers.  She sniffed at them and was surprised that the flowers smelled vaguely of latex.  She moved to close the door when the fellow moved swiftly in and pushed a damp cloth to her face.

"Relax, sweetie.  We'll take very good care of you."

Everything went dark for Shirley.

She was awake and aware that she was completely immobilized.  She felt the full blob in her mouth and tried to get her hand up to her face.  She couldn't move.  Well that wasn't quite true.  She could move some but restraints held arms, legs head and torso tightly.  She could strain and struggle and then there was that tight feeling on all of her skin.  She felt like she was wrapped up in some sort of thick skin.  She wriggled her fingers and knew they were in gloves.  The material was very elastic so she could only think of rubber gloves but these gloves didn't feel anything like those ones for doing dishes.  She felt something inside her pek-pek that filled her.  She sort of heard the rumble of an engine but she wasn't fully sure of that since her ears seemed to be plugged and she had no idea what was covering her head so tightly.

She struggled and pulled at her restraints in alarm and tried to shake her head to no avail. Her protest silenced by the gag.  She recognized the odor from the time she looked into Bill's suitcase, or her little game with the panties so recently, and wondered if she was in rubber things like his.  She struggled harder and the wide bindings bit into her skin.

Through her layered covering, she heard a voice.  "Better calm her down."

The fullness in her pek-pek erupted with life.  She felt something stroking at her breasts and the skin covering her seemed to amplify the touch beyond the immediate point of contact.  She was afraid... terrified.  She didn't know what was happening to her.  She was being sexually assaulted by the intruding shaft inside her.  All of her upbringing said that this was wrong, yet that shaft and those touches to her tits, her disorientation, the first latex thrills last night, and the terror combined in an elixir as potent as any sexual desire she had experienced.  She was becoming aroused despite the situation.  She was still struggling for freedom but another part of her was telling to not try too hard to get loose, yet. 

She exploded in a wracking orgasm that started in the center of her pek-pek and spread like a tsunami through her entire body.  She felt her muscles tensing against the bonds and as the final orgasmic wave released she writhed and struggled with all her pent up passion.  GOD!  It was better than any time Bill had licked her so fervently and brought on those sensual waves that so gloriously immersed her in that sensual warmth from pure carnal satisfaction.  She thrust and bucked at her bonds, panting rapidly through the restricted breathing tubes.  The whole experience was one of sound and heat and overpowering touching from the suit that completely covered her and massaged her as she writhed in her ecstasy.

The buzzing didn't stop and she was soon propelled up another steep slope to the abyss of pleasure and plunging headlong into its depths.  Her screams were muted grunts but discernable to the watching guards.

"Let her cum four more times then she should be relaxed enough to sleep some," she heard distantly through the hood covering her head.  God, could she survive four more assaults on her body like what she had just experienced?  Then her mind became completely focussed on not only surviving, but also reveling in the whole erotic experience.  Already she was wondering if Bill had anything to do with this but she couldn't think any more about that as the building flood washed over her again.

Revelations

The bright light blinded her as the gas mask was pulled off her face.  She was still immobile.  She had no idea how long her imprisonment had been and she didn't know when it might end.  The drive to this place seemed so long ago.  The blur of the time passed through her thoughts whenever the sexual stimulus on her body relented.  She knew that her bodily functions were monitored and she knew that when she had to do her business, it was carried away.  She didn't know that the plug in her ass was ingeniously mated with tubing to carry away her waste.  She barely felt the catheter attached to her urethra that allowed her to pee.  Her cycle was reduced to very fundamental reality.  The tubing in her hood would introduce a thick broth to her three times a day.  Water or juice would be given regularly.  The vibrator in her pek-pek would come on and drive her to ecstasy while little clamps squeezed at her rubber-clad nipples several times a day. 

After endless time in darkness, the return of sight was a shock.  No less a shock than the reflection she saw in the mirrored ceiling.  In a pool of light was the glossy black form of a rubber-clad woman.  The figure was tightly wrapped in latex from head to toe.  A corset with red highlights squeezed the waist severely.  Breasts and hips stood out in stark contrast to the wasp-like waist, the shiny black latex reflecting the shapely perfection of those glorious globes.  Long spike heels seemed to grow from the feet.  The shiny hood hid the face.  The woman was reclining in a chair, her arms, legs and torso held with wide thick rubber straps.  As she moved her head slightly, the reflection reacted.  She balled her left fist and saw the reflection ball its fist.  The slow realization that this rubberized goddess was she sank in.  She could move her head to the side and see some of the room.  For the most part, everything was in gloom.  Her lounge chair, much like a dentist chair, was the center of a spot lit circle.  All manner of devices hung from shiny chrome stanchions arrayed around the edge of the chair.  The chair was latex covered and had indentations that fit her features.  She felt the fullness of the plug in her bottom and the ever-present shaft filling her pek-pek.  She thought back to the last hours or days or months, she had no clue how long...

Writhing in her lust she would moan into her gag and wish for the torture to end, just not now.  Every muscle tensed against the bonds as she rode wave on wave of orgasmic pleasure.  Then she would be allowed to drift to sleep.  The routine remained unbroken for so many cycle periods that she lost count.  She had despaired that she would never leave this place yet she would wish for the sensual journey to never end.

Sleep cycles were another matter.  Exhausted from the physical demands, she would quickly drop into a light slumber.  Her circumstance never allowed her to reach deep sleep.  She felt the tight latex covering every inch of her body and filling every opening.  There was no retreat from this dominant fact and her continued arousal was assured by the persistent sensory input from the latex.  She dreamed new and hereto before unthinkable dreams.  She found herself surrounded by attentive rubber clad lovers.  Gloved hands sensually massaged her to erotic pleasure.  Bill would be there to drop between her shiny rubberized thighs and lavish his attention on her demanding pek-pek.  His tongue swirling around the edges of the latex gate and into her heavenly realm as she grasped him with her gloved hand and wanked his thick rubberized butu, cock, in jerking orgasm.  She thrilled as he shot his hot cum into the sheath and she could feel the warm and slick stuff under the rubber as his tongue attacked her peerless pearl with added vigor.

She would demand he use a hollow strap-on and ravage her sheathed pek-pek and drive her to multiple orgasms, the thick sheath keeping him from his own pleasure until, completely sated in her own lust, she would wrap her gloved hand tightly around the thick rubber shaft and bring him to glorious explosion. 

In her state of euphoria, she was never certain if these dreams resulted in orgasms or just imagined lust.  She knew that as she came in the dreams she usually roused from her sleep, briefly lifting above the dark surface of a smooth black lake and briefly remembering her circumstance as she blindly blinked in the darkness of the hoods and gas mask. 

During her waking moments she was completely filled with the feel, sounds and smell of latex.  She felt the constant squeeze of the stretchy elastic on her skin.  She heard the popping of the gas mask valves and the rushing sound of her breath as it passed through tubing and into her lungs.  She heard or felt her racing heart beating in her arousal.  She smelled the thick sweet rubber that was introduced into her breathing tubing.  She felt the massaging clamps and the pulsing vibrator whenever they came to life.  She felt the suit pull at her skin as she strained in her restricted movements and hot orgasm welled up from her innermost depths and washed over her body in tingling rapture.  Soon she began to wonder how she could continue this journey that must surely end much too soon.

The Final Surprise

"Honey, I'm home," I called out as I went into the house.

My voice echoed in the empty rooms.  I started looking around for Shirley.  Strange, she wasn't anywhere.  The Mazda was in the garage so where could she be?  I looked for a note.  Maybe she had walked to the store up the street.  I noticed the house was a bit messy, not terribly messy but by Shirley's standards it was a bit messy.  The bed was still unmade, for example. 

I decided to check messages.  The machine groaned to life.

Message 1, "Hi Bill, it Mother, call me when you get a chance."

Message 2, "It's Mother again, call me."

Message 3, "Shirley?  It's Mother; make sure Bill calls me when he gets home."

Message 4, "Mr. Gains, please call us as soon as you get this message, 800-528-3958.  It is about your wife and our training session for her that you requested."

Now that was odd.  I had been gone over four weeks.  The training was supposed to be a one-week session.  So what was this all about?  I dialed the number.

"Unlimited Fantasies.  How may I direct your call?"

"Um, I have a message to contact you.  This is Bill Gains."

"Yes, Mr. Gains.  We were expecting your call, please hold."

Frankie Goes to Hollywood music, "Relax" came onto the line.

I thought, "I guess its better than Muzak."

Click, ringing, "Mr. Gains?"

"Yes."

"I'll get straight to the point.  You ordered a one-week standard session in latex conversion and, well, we had to apply the deluxe three-week session to completely convert her."

"So what is this about?  Do you expect me to pay for the longer treatment?  I mean you didn't contact me or anything."

"No sir.  That's not it at all.  The additional training is taken care of.  It just a matter of, well, there are some special considerations that require you to visit our site and receive some additional instructions on the more subtle aspects of Shirley's new desires."

"I don't really understand.  What sort of considerations?"

"It would be best for you to come here.  You see, Shirley is still with us and we must discuss some important arrangements for her care before she goes home with you.  I'll give you directions."

"Care!"

"Oh, it's nothing that bad, just her new latex love needs special nurturing that we have to demonstrate personally.  It is best done here rather than sending a representative home with her."

Armed with the directions to the remote place, I left the house. 

It had already been a long day.  The flight from the east coast was long, as usual.  I fought traffic from Sea-Tac Airport to Everett and now I had about a five-hour drive to the Idaho panhandle and the old lodge now owned by Unlimited Fantasies.

I was exhausted as I turned off Highway 95 a little north of Hayden and took the long winding track toward the distant lights.  This place WAS secluded!  The buildings were about a mile from the road.  The headlights glinted on the fence rails as the road twisted and turned.  In the dark, I couldn't determine the lay of the land, but I figured it was forested, like most of northern Idaho. The curving path ended at a wide area and I parked the car.  I went to the door and rang the bell.

"Now who on earth can be here at this hour," I heard the voices behind the door.  I thought that I might have missed a turn and was at the wrong place.  The door opened.

"Are you lost or something?" asked the shadowy figure.

"My name is Gains.  I was..."

"Oh, come in Mr. Gains."  The door swung open to let me in.

"Please have a seat.  Your counselor will be with you in a moment.  Feel free to help yourself to the coffee bar."

Now I was wondering what urgent matter would require such immediate attention that I would be with a counselor at almost midnight and after a very long day that had started in Maryland, stopped in Everett and wound up in Idaho.  I took some coffee in the hope of waking up and sipped as I waited.

"I'm Ms. Preston.  I'm so glad you came so quickly, Mr. Gains," said a tall woman passing through the door.

It was shadowy and dark in the room but I was certain that Ms. Preston clothes were latex.  The shiny dark jeans had a soft white blouse tucked into its waist.  Her wrists were tightly cuffed while the sleeves billowed loosely.

"I don't fully understand the urgency, Ms. Preston, but I'm here now so what is going on?"

"We have some release forms for you to sign.  Shirley already signed them.  Then you will be given a complete briefing on what you need to do when you go home."

"Release forms?"

"Of course, we didn't get the formalized forms signed before our, uh, abduction.  Sure you electronically signed the e-mail but these are the hard copies required for legal purposes."

"I see.  And that's the main reason you had me come all the way out here?" I was getting just a bit irritated.

"Actually, we find it's better to conduct this last item of business in person.  Sometimes we have special details that are best served by having the client here at the lodge.  I mean we might have overlooked something if we had come over to Everett to drop your wife off.  Besides, this way you can have a sumptuous evening of rubber romping with all of our ability to please before you leave in the morning, or afternoon, or whenever you decide.  Consider yourself our guest."

I looked at the forms.  In the darkness I couldn't read all of the print.  In the usual legal way, the forms were full of unintelligible legalese and small print that my middle age eyes just couldn't quite see.  I saw Shirley's signature on several lines with blanks to the left for my signature.  I figured Shirley had a good idea of what it was all about and since she was the person who had been subjected to the treatment. I decided if she signed it was okay for me to sign.  I dashed my signature on the documents.  At the bottom of the pile was one form with a line for only my signature.

"All of the forms were co-sign forms.  This last one has just my name on it."

"It's the initial contract estimate for the session is all, Bill.  We contracted with you, even though Shirley was the subject of attention."

My eyes were pretty blurry by now so I signed the form.

Ms. Preston picked up the papers and looked them over.  "Everything appears to be in order.  Now if you'll come with me, I think you want to have your long awaited reunion with your latex converted wife."

Ms. Preston led me down a hall to a door and opened it.  She stepped aside and let me in, "Enjoy, Slave Bill."

I turned at that comment but before I could react, two burly sets of rubberized arms seized me.  I was lifted off my feet and carried into the room.  Another pair of hands ripped my shirt off my back while my legs were held and my shoes and socks pulled off.  My feet were shoved into floor shackles and my wrists were shackled.  I saw my assailants briefly before a thick latex hood pulled over my head and my view went dark.  I only caught a glimpse of the fully covered helpers, shiny smooth rubber accentuating their muscular bodies.

They cut my pants right off me.  Naked, save for the hood over my face, I shivered.  Hands quickly began applying a gelatin to my body.  I felt the touch of many rubber hands as they worked to cover me.  Surprise and fear of this sudden treatment, yet I felt my cock swelling with arousal as one of my secret fantasies seemed to come true. 

"Very nice, Slave.  I'm glad you are so responsive to our treatment," Ms. Preston said. "Keep your eyes closed for this next part.  The solution will sting your eyes if they're open."

The hood was pulled off and the goop applied to my head and face. Warm water washed me down.  I hazarded a quick glance as the water stopped and before the hood sucked back over my head.  In a mirror opposite my fettered position, I saw a body denuded of all hair.

"You peeked.  That will cost you later," Ms. Preston warned.

Now my mind was battling so many opposing thoughts and feelings.  My arousal was center focus.  I wanted relief from my aching desire, yet I feared for my very future.  The conflict only heightened my desire.

More slick gel was being swathed on me.  The hands worked quickly again.  As the rubber gloves worked the stuff around my crotch and balls, I felt a surge of pre-cum rise.  A finger swiped the tip of my cock and there was Ms. Preston's voice, "Tasty stuff, Slave."

Then a sharp pain shot up my body as she flicked the tip of my tool cruelly.  "Best keep yourself under control for now.  Maybe your Mistress will take pity on you later, if you please her enough."

Now my feet were loose and I felt cold latex being pulled over my skin.  The slippery surface made short order of the wrestlers suit that covered me from thigh to shoulder.  My cock and balls were squeezed through a very narrow hole and couched into an awaiting ball and cock sheath.  The rigid member thrust against the latex sheath and felt so fine.  I could feel an urge building and knew that I was on the verge of a spontaneous ejaculation.  Feet restrained and arms loose just long enough to slip the shoulder straps on.  Then I was locked into the cuffs again.  I remembered the words from Preston and tried to hold back.  I felt the slick sweat forming under the hood and knew my exposed skin was sweating as I struggled to hold back.  My actions weren't lost on my audience.

"Look at him trying to hold it back.  Now we will see just what type of control he has when he isn't in control."

Now the hands were busily applying more of the lubricating gel and soon I felt another suit being pulled over my body.  I could tell this suit was a full catsuit.  I felt the latex encase my feet, legs and crotch.  Hands pushed the air from between the skin and the suit.  The suit was pulled up my chest and as my feet were again locked down, my arms were freed to allow the sleeves to be pulled over them.  I felt the handlers squeeze the air out of the sleeves and attached gloves as each finger was guided into its allotted appendage.  Again the hood was removed as the handlers pulled the attached hood of the suit into place after first sealing my ears with latex plugs. 

This new hood allowed me to see.  The eye openings were some sort of clear plastic.  Tubing was fed through the nose openings and up my nostrils.  Little inflators filled the void in the nostrils and assured a seal between tubing and sinus canal.  A piece of latex dangled from the mouth area, but was soon shoved viciously into my mouth using a hard rubber phallus gag.  I saw the opening at the base of the phallus and knew it could be used to feed me or for me to breathe through my mouth.  The tip tickled the back of my throat and I had to fight a gag reflex.  This new test of my senses caused my arousal to subside to a level of frustrated craving.  The flaccid rubber around the hard gag was first tugged and adjusted.  I later learned this was to make sure the rigid gag was completely through the doughnut shaped pump gag.  The attached hand bulb was used to pump it up to fill the rest of my mouth with rubber lining while sealing tightly around the phallus gag.  The valve stem was closed and the pump bulb removed.  The fellow screwed a small stopper into the tube and I could only breathe through my nose. 

After they finished with the hood, they pulled the zipper up the back of the suit, sealing me behind the tight heavy rubber.  My whole body tingled from the hot touch of rubber.  Never had my own latex suits aroused me so much.  Then again, never had I been completely out of control of my own fate. 

My cock was pulled through another tight sheath in the new suit.  Now that I could see, I noticed that the sheath had a small nub on the tip.  It was threaded and plugged with a very tiny stopper.  It was almost invisible and would surely not keep anyone from enjoying the pleasure of my cock while keeping me completely sheathed.  On the contrary the little nub would probably be a further source of pleasure to the recipient of my service.  In addition, I realized that the stopper could be removed to allow the release of any of my bodily fluids or a tube could be added to aid with removal of my piss.  I realized that the front of the suit was obviously prepared for long-term enclosure.  A shiver went through me as that realization sank in. 

"He shivers as he begins to understand the seriousness of his situation," I barely heard Ms. Preston say through the plugged and hood covered ears.

Now I felt some hands working around my ass and suddenly pain shot through my bowels as a shaft was unceremoniously pushed through an opening in the suit and into my person.  The initial pain subsided as the narrow neck of the intruder passed my sphincter and the muscles closed around it.  The tubing attached to the shaft was all I need to know as warm fluid began to invade my insides.  The pressure was intense and the added element to my arousal evident as I panted in the hood.

They filled and flushed my colon out four times.  Then on Ms. Preston's signal, the assistant detached the tubing and screwed a plug onto the slightly protruding end of the hard shaft. 

"Since you can't see what they are doing, I'll just let you know that they are gluing the flange of the shaft to the outside of your suit.  Now as long as the plugs are in place, and the strip of latex they will put over the zipper is glued in place, you will be completely sealed in rubber."

That funny feeling in the pit of the stomach when confronted with a revelation so stunning in its shock and so arousing to the basic animal instinct of human sexuality flooded me with its accompanying tingle.  I shivered again as my cock filled with even more engorging blood and threatened to explode under all of the layers. 

"And as a final touch, knowing how much you love those intertwining layers of rubber, we will add one more suit over the basic suit," Ms. Preston said conversationally.

That did it!  As the heavy suit was brought into view and I felt that first extreme tightness of the thick latex of a suit about one size too small stretch over my body, I exploded involuntarily into the sheaths.  My tensing muscles and sudden rapid panting through the nose tubes was unmistakable.

"Shame on you, Slave Bill.  You should have waited for your Mistress to decide your pleasure.  I guess that means punishment for you."

I pumped my load freely and without care into the sheaths.  Punishment was worth it in my current frame of mind.  The suit was pulled up quickly sealing me in tightly embracing rubber.  If anything, my recent release of passion was unabated and my arousal was fired anew.  This new suit didn't have a sheath.  It did have a convenience zipper that opened through the crotch for access to both the sheath and the rear opening.  A new thick hood was pulled over my head.  Nose tubing and mouth openings efficiently adjusted to the new hood openings.  This hood had a long skirt that was tucked into the suit collar before the shoulder entry zippers were closed.  The handlers used the latex glue to seal the hood skirt to the inside of the high suit collar.  A wide thick latex slave collar with silver studs and a leash ring was locked onto my neck, assuring my inability to even get to the glued seam if I ever tried to get out of this last outer suit.  There was a silver plate with an inscription in black on the collar that I couldn't read in the mirror.  The silver lock hung like a piece of jewelry under the inscription and the leash ring. After they finished dressing me, they once again locked me hand and foot to the floor and ceiling restraints.

"I think he's about ready to meet his mistress.  Have a wonderful time, Slave."  Then I heard her address some instructions to some unseen assistant as she was leaving the room.  "Make certain the letter of resignation makes it out in the morning mail.  You can sell all of the property with the Power of Attorney.  Let the rest of the family know that they are on an extended vacation after his sudden retirement."

The lump in my stomach returned anew.  I knew that I was completely trapped and struggle not an option.  I wondered, for the first time since this whole erotic journey began, whatever happened to Shirley. 

A door from the side opened and a stunning mistress in latex strode into the room.  Her long stiletto boots encased her elegant and rubberized legs.  The tight corset enclosed her waist and highlighted her shiny latex clad mounds.  A loose cape over her shoulders failed to hide any of the exotic rubberized features beneath.  Her peerless spot was shrouded behind the thin latex but I could see the full lips of her aroused pussy outlined in shadow.  She turned slightly as she removed the cape and hung it.  I saw her ass cheeks in gleaming perfection as the latex suit cupped them perfectly; the tight crack ran from her nether region between each globe communicating the erotic pleasure available between those orbs.  I was aroused despite the situation.  Her face was covered in tight full latex and I could only see her eyes and mouth.  The shiny black rubber framed sensual red lips.  Red highlights streaked devilishly above her eyes.  Her crop drummed a tattoo on her leg as she strode into the room.

She came to me and searched my eyes.  Her hand slowly stroked my heaving chest.  I felt her other hand stray to my crotch where she felt the bulge beneath the outer suit.

"Relax, Slave Bill.  This is your new home and I'm your Mistress.  Let's see.  What does the inscription say on this collar?  'Mistress Shirley's Rubber Toy.'  How appropriate.  Now it's time for you to worship me as your latex goddess."

 

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