A Winding Path

A winding path.
By Rubberking
©2003

 Niki yawned, her face in her hands. It was another boring day at her low paying job in the Adult bookstore, the usual customers hovered about, sneaking glances at the pictures of the flesh on display and then from time to time, if they thought she wasn’t watching, at her. Creepy, but she was used to it by now. None of them would hit her up, she knew. Most all of these guys were just lonely, a few were what might be called perves, but all were mostly harmless.

 The job didn’t pay much, but during her first few years of collage, it was all she could find that didn’t involve something close to hooking, at least this was honest in her mind. Guys were always chasing her, but she turned them all down. They all lied, saying they wanted more than sex, but sex was never far from their minds, this she knew. The trick was finding one that was honest about it and so far, no one had just simply owned up and come out with it, so she felt she couldn’t trust them further then the one date she allowed the more promising of the lot.

 Early in her life, she’d found she liked rubbing things against her secret place, it made her all juicy and wet and when she rubbed it just so, she felt all glittery and nice and would collapse afterwards feeling relaxed and satiated. As time wore on, she learned new words for her secret place, and for the actions she enjoyed, and for the many things that went with it. Some nice, some cruel, some disgusting, yet at various times, they all seemed to fit the feelings she gave herself or that others gave her. Masturbation, petting the pussy, milking the sloppy slit, cumming. All tried to describe something that only feelings truly conveyed.

 She had lost her hymen long before she had the first round of sweaty sex with Mark Ryan on the tattered blanket in the woods near the High School in her hometown. It had been nice, the feelings felt different surely, but afterwards he’d treated her oddly and then meanly and she’d broke it off soon after. Since then, she’d had sex sporadically, enjoyed it while it lasted, and ended it usually soon after. She pleasured herself mostly, and that was just fine. She wished she could find a guy that was different from the rest, but was happy just being who she was, and there was always her BOB, (Battery Operated Boyfriend) always at home, waiting patiently for her, if she needed it. 

 And the way things were going today, she was looking forward to ending her shift, getting her meager paycheck, and going home to her modest apartment for some personal relaxation time.

 It was getting late now, after eight and her boss would be in soon to relieve her. The shop was nearly empty as well, only one older man was looking over the wares.  Then the door chimed and a younger man came in, dressed for the weather in a shiny looking overcoat and rainboots and from the water drizzling off his clothes, she knew it was rainy outside.
 The man wondered around, looking for something she guessed, and then, shyly, came over to the counter saying softly. “Hi.”

 “Hi yourself. May I help you find something?” she replied evenly. The man was cute in a Peers Bronson kind of way, she noticed.

 “eer, I hope so… I was wondering if you carried a magazine called Rubberist? It’s from England.” he asked, his face a little pinched, as if he was both afraid to ask and ashamed to do so. How odd, she thought to herself.

 “Hmmm, could you wait a moment? Let me look and see.” And with that, she turned and went into the back, she’d remembered that her boss had mentioned that there wasn’t much call for that title and was thinking about canceling it from the usual order, but still kept some just in case someone like this gentleman asked for them.  Looking thru the stacks of boxes, she found several issues, some special editions and one or two like-titles called Skin Two and Fetishette and brought them out along with her. The man looked thru the stack after she placed them on the glass and said he’d take them all and that he was pleased and surprised to find most of the back issues he’d been hunting for and thanked her. Then asked if she had any of the current editions, renamed Rubberist/DFP?

 Again, she went in the back, and found several of these also. They all seemed to be for people that liked latex and rubber clothing, interesting…

 She brought them out to the man, who again seemed quite pleased, paid for everything with a hundred dollar bill, and to her surprise, tipped her a fifty. “For your troubles. And to thank you for carrying these titles.” He said when she tried to refuse, cupping the monies in her hand and giving it back to her.

 “You don’t have to do that.” She replied, unsure what to do.

 “Think of it as a gift then, for being such a wonderfully open-minded person. Ok?” he insisted, giving her a smile that dazzled her and made her feel all warm inside.

 “Ooo, ok then. Thank you sir.” She stammered slightly as he retreated towards the entrance/exit.

 “My name is Jim. Sir, sounds too formal. And I may be back next week since I know the new issue is due out soon and where I might find it. Goodnight Miss. And thanks again.” He said heading out the door, still smiling as the rain struck him head on.

 “Niki. And thank you Jim. I’ll talk with Mr. Mackaidoch and we’ll try to get your magazine in for you.” She breathed as the door swung slowly shut, not at all sure if he’d heard her.  Wow, what a guy, she thought idly as she started counting the register up since the boss was due any second.

 As was her wont when she found out about something new and interesting, she made a pile of many of the titles the man Jim had taken, added in her huge employee discount and took them home to find out more, while doing her hair as it were. Entering her apartment, Niki placed the bag with her purchases on the counter, stripped off her sweater, leaving her in her bra and stretch Capri’s and made herself a simple supper of dirty rice and green beans with a bit of fatback and sat eating while she read the first of the magazines. As she had supposed, it was all about people that liked wearing latex outfits, some for fashion, most for sexual reasons. She’d never thought that wearing rainwear might be stimulating for some people, but there they were all over the printed pages. 

Some even wearing entire suits that left not an inch of skin showing anywhere at all. And the letters… they held forth in quite explicit language what the people liked and disliked, some seemed purist, asserting that wearing anything else was like mixing apples and oranges, others seemed not to care so much, as long as some latex or rubber item was present, was acceptable, even desirable. Niki couldn’t see the difference herself, but it all looked intriguing.
She cleared her single dish into the sink, taking the magazines with her as she drew and soaked in a long, hot bath. Ahhhhh.

Afterwards, she retired, taking time to enjoy a glass of Chablis as she diddled herself with her toy as she read several of the short stories contained in the magazines. Getting hotter and hotter as she imagined herself doing some of the wild things mentioned in them. Afterwards, as she lay exhausted and lightly sweaty, she thought to herself that she might like to try and look into this fetish thing a little more, for some reason it seemed exciting to her, allowing her to crest to a higher level of pleasure during her revelry. Again, ahhhhhh.

Niki awoke the next morning, feeling good even if it was still horrid and rainy out still. It allowed her to hunt up and wear her old black raincoat and boots, somewhat like those that Jim had worn the day before, over her slacks and top to keep dry. She was off that day, and decided to haunt a few of the more exotic clothing stores she knew of in the area. Without blowing her budget, she found some undergarments in latex, a simple black rubber rainskirt with long pleats, a bra and pantie set and a rain-hat to add to her ensemble. As an aside, one of the lady clerks told her of and added to her order, a pair of naughty latex panties with a built-in vibe and dildo, cool.

She brought her purchases home, changed into the skirt and underthings, added a simi-sheer white blouse she’d had hanging doing nothing in her closet for awhile, pulled on her coat and boots once again and headed out, meaning to enjoy the rainy day by going out for a drink and some bar-hopping. What she hadn’t been prepared for was the reaction she received wherever she went, men opened doors for her, offered her seats, and generally treated her like a lady for once. Wow.

Later, she was feeling a bit heady, what with the many men offering or simply buying her drinks at the bar, acknowledging her with a simple smile and a nod. One man was almost nasty to her though, asking where she kept her dungeon, in her purse perhaps? She flipped him off and before he could get mad, he was led off by her favorite bouncer before he could make more of a fuss or a fool of himself. That quelled the more aggressive suitors, but increased the number of drinks being sent her way.

In the end, she’d had to take a cab home, tipsy and horny again, but not trusting to her own judgment as to allow one of the men from the bar not to get too friendly after taking her home. She made a sandwich, ate, and took a bath again. Then fell to reading the magazines again, getting horny again until she felt she had to do something about it and drew on the lovely latex bra again and this time, adding the naughty panties. She was dripping as she eased them up her legs, grasped the dildo and slid it home, gasping as the thick rubber shaft penetrated her juicy slit and moaning as she sat on the couch trying to figure out what she might like to add to it. In the end, she put on everything she had, even adding the second pair of latex panties to help seal the lovely dildo further into herself.

In her boots, raincoat, bra and panties, clomping around her living room, she felt comical, yet weirdly randy as all heck. Oooooing and Ahhhhing as she rubbed the rubber material over her skin, massaging her breasts and panting thru an orgasm unlike any she’d ever experienced in her entire life. When she wore the entire outfit to bed, reading one of the kinky tales, she flicked on the control to the vibrator and went crazy, cumming like mad as she jerked about so hard on the bed that the magazine fell to the floor, forgotten as she screamed out an orgasm that hit her like a ton of bricks and left her whimpering, still cumming, until she could find the control, turned it off and collapsed, utterly worn out and fell asleep just as she was, a smile of utter peace on her lips.

Morning came again, and Niki awoke slowly, stretching cat-like, still smiling as she replayed the night befores events and feelings. This held some promise, she felt. Perhaps she was a closet fetishist and hadn’t known it until now? All thanks to Jim coming into the store that day. She undressed, taking off the coat, but leaving the underwear on, got in the shower and peeled them off under the spray, whistling lowly to herself. The day was clear and cool, and so she reluctantly left her new items at home, excepting the skirt, which she wore to work that day. During the day, she got more looks than usual, got another tip (a rare thing indeed) or two from the customers and went home as usual. At home, she found herself putting on the panties and bra again, and sat around watching TV feeling oddly secure and peaceful.

Four days went by like that, working, going home and wearing her latex, relaxing and reading. She’d read most of the titles she’d bought and had brought home more back issues of Rubberist until she had nearly a complete collection, she’d never done that before she realized one evening as she was noticing more and more fetishy things on the fashion oriented television programs, and leafing thru another issue. Odd, but something in these printed pages spoke to her more and more each time she read them, was she being corrupted?

That Saturday, she went shopping again, buying some black latex tights and a top. The helpful clerk asked if she might like to look at a corset or two, which she hadn’t considered before but had seen worn by others in the magazines, she wound up buying one as well, might as well have a complete outfit, she thought as she paid for the more expensive items. The costs were going up, but she didn’t really care at that point.

She even bought a pair of lovely black rubber high-heeled stocking-like thigh-boots from the Netherlands, they fit so well she couldn’t pass them up. Now, she was properly outfitted, save for one of those catsuits or the more expensive still, enclosure suits she’d seen in the magazines too. The last thing she bought, late on Sunday evening, was a mask. She’d been looking around the place, trying on this or that, when she happened to look up above the edge of the racks and found there row upon row of masks, in all kinds of colors and many strange styles, even gasmasks were there, some simple styles like ones would get from an Army/Navy store, but others were quite complex one-piece models with tubes, bags and gags of various kinds. The one she bought was a simple black mask, with the proper openings for her eyes, nose and mouth. She was surprised that it was rather inexpensive compared to the others, but something told her she had to have it.

At home that night, as she had most every night now, she dressed in her rubber clothing and did normal things, ate, read and masturbated until she was exhausted and fell asleep, content and imagining what it might be like to do this with someone like her new self, someone like Jim. In fact, more and more, as she drove herself wild, she imagined it was Jim, driving his latex-covered penis into her molten core, making her scream with wonton delights. And so, it was with a strange feeling of dread and hope, that she made ready to go to work that next Tuesday, the day he’d said he’d be back for his copy of the Rubberist magazine he’d wanted.
She wore all the rubber she had, save for the mask. The simple underthings this time so as not to drive herself crazy during work, the tights, top and skirt and the lovely long boots that hugged her legs so nicely, and her old overcoat and new rain-hat.

Her boss commented that she looked really pretty that day, turned the register over to her and left. He’d reordered the series of magazines, as she’d asked for Jim (and now, secretly for herself) and sure enough, they’d arrived. And so she sat on her stool, reading them as the usual run of guys tried not to look at her and her shiny clothing as they hunted for something that they’d never find, love. She felt sorry for them, but unless they went out and found some female companionship for themselves, they’d be stuck like she’d been before, at home spanking the monkey and wishing they had the guts to find someone to care for them.

When the bell rang about seven o’clock, and Jim entered, her head had snapped up. She smiled at him as she watched him wander around a bit, looking at the more mundane magazines as her heart hammered in her chest. Would he notice her outfit, would he ask her out? She hoped so, if not she was willing to swallow her pride and ask him, unlike men, most women were used to simply asking for what they wanted, and so she would too if it came to that.

After a few minutes, he sidled up to the counter, gave her a grin that made her feel like tittering like a schoolgirl and asked. “Hi Niki, how are you tonight? My, you look lovely dressed like that, I see you decided to wear proper clothing for the weather. It looks very good on you, if I may say so. Have you received those magazines yet? I’ve been waiting anxiously for them.”

Smiling, she bent and placed a copy of each of the one’s he’d expressed interest in on the counter. “Are these what you were waiting for? I had the boss renew the subscriptions, so we should have them coming in regularly from now on. I hope that will encourage you to come in more often, I enjoy seeing a smiling face now and again?” she replied, slightly teasing him as she crossed her legs, letting him see the bottoms of her boots thru the glass over the collections of dildos and vibrators in the counter case.

The poor man started sweating right there and then, saying with a crackling voice. “Oh my yes. Thank you so much Niki, please tell your employer that I’m most pleased indeed. Are those Aquilo boots you have on? Those are so exquisite, especially on you…”

Grinning, she leaned forwards on the counter, giving him a full view of her top and skirt and said in reply. “Yes they are, I just bought them over the weekend. Aren’t they fabulous? They were expensive, but so worth it, don’t you think Jim?”

A drop of sweat ran in Jim’s eye and he wiped it away with the back of a hand, giving himself a moment before speaking shakily. “V-very much so. I, err, shouldn’t ask this I know, but… might I ask what you’re doing some night this week? If you’d like, we could… go out or something. I-I mean… if you’d like?”

Trying not to pump her fist in the air and yell Yes at the top of her lungs, she batted her eyelashes once, twice, and replied with a smirk. “That’s ok, I don’t mind. And I’d love to go out with you Jim, anyplace special you have in mind? Or perhaps we could just stay in and I could fix something, I’m a pretty fair cook, if you’d like? Hmmm?”

The poor man was quivering like a filament in a light bulb, stuck a finger in the collar of his shirt as though choking, caught himself and smiled back, saying evenly as if he didn’t trust himself to speak. “I-I’d like that very much, but you pick what we do if you would and I’ll just assist, if you don’t mind. But, shouldn’t you get to know me a bit better before we have an actual date? Don’t get me wrong, I just want you to be sure of my intentions, to be sure I’m honorable and everything?” 

Oh, she hoped his intentions weren’t totally honorable, to be sure. But tilted her head and decided to throw him a bone. “Well, ok. Tell you what, I get off here in just a few minutes when the boss arrives. Why don’t we go for a walk and maybe a drink somewhere? Then we could feel each other out a bit and then decide if we want to make plans for later, how’s that sound to you Jim?” 

He looked so relieved Niki thought he might keel over, but replied red-faced, still grinning like a fiend. “Sounds splendid to me. Where shall I wait for you?”
Right on time, the door swung open and her boss entered, tossing her a wave and making his way towards the back, giving her a wink in passing as she rapidly started doing the till, sorting the bills and change and depositing it in the bag with the receipts, she gave Jim a wink of her own to hold him and parted the curtain and tossed it to Hank, who smiled and wagged a finger at her. “You old fraud, you knew just what was going on, didn’t you?” she accused. 

Her boss chuckled and said, taking the bag and stuffing it in the slot in the safe before saying with mirth in his voice. “You bet doll. Now, have fun with your friend, but don’t make this a habit, fair enough Niki-dear?”

Shaking her head, she pecked him on his wrinkled forehead and went back out, grabbing up her purse. Hank was an old fuddy-duddy, but he was all right in her book. She hooked arms with Jim and out the door and off they went.

As they walked the city streets, dodging car-sprays and deluging overhangs, though not as obsessively as those without proper rainwear on. They talked about the weather, daily life and regular things, though they both knew that soon they must talk about it, it, in this case being sex and latex, just enjoying being together outside this rainy evening. They looked in the shop-windows and in the bars, finally turning about, content instead, to wander the flooded sidewalks as they started warming to each other more and more.

He was a marine architect, a ship-builder, of all things. He was out on the piers all the time and in all weathers. He hated broccoli and he liked sixteenth-century chamber music, punk rock and eclectica in all things. And he liked her. He gave a Curriculum Vitie of her, as he saw her, that about knocked her for a loop. She’d never been described like that that she knew of, or in such glowing terms.

“This is how I see you Niki… you’re about three inches shorter than I, so about five seven-five eight or so. Midnight hair in that long, flowing, Morticia Adams style that no one has anymore, but thats always put fire in my blood to see. You don’t need to dress fancy, ‘cause your cheekbones and your face pulls everyone’s eyes up to you, so your beauty shines even in rags. Your eyes are the palest blue I’ve ever seen, they’re awesome, so pure and deep, like the sky on the clearest day… so pretty. But you’ve got amazing curves too, again, like no one has anymore, like that old movie diva from the fifties Marilyn Monroe, or Betty Page, but with better legs. Oop’s sorry, backpedaling now, hee hee hee. Ah… yes, I was looking… I’m not sorry, I mean, awwww man. Well, yes. I think you’re stunningly beautiful, you make what you’re wearing look like a million bucks. The last thing I thought I’d see in the bookstore was a woman like you, and you’re so great too. I mean, no, I didn’t mean anything by that at all, what I meant to say was that no matter where I’d have seen you first, you would have stood out by your beauty. No, I’m not just saying that, you are, really. Look, can we change the subject, look at that fake fur on that woman, isn’t that a riot?” he said, trying to change the subject.

She halted in her tracks. “You’re… you have got to kidding me? I’ve had acne until two years ago, my eyebrows have to be penciled in ‘cuse they fell out when I was sixteen and my chin is huge! My god, Marilyn Monroe, pleasssssee!” she laughed so hard she cried.

But he did mean it, and as they went on thru the streets, it became apparent he wasn’t kidding, somehow he really saw her that way, was he insane?

But, as she took his hand after a car ran them back onto the curb, splashing them with water that never found its mark, she found she thought it was nice for someone to like her, even if his idea of her was so skewed as to be laughable. He thought her desirable, and that was enough. She told him about herself, her teens and her early collage years. That she was through with her first four years and was thinking of a doctorate in engineering, but was unsure where to go with it, she had all the prerequisites, just was confused where to go next. He suggested, laughing, that she learn ship-building herself, as it paid really well when they were in production, and in the off times, there was always upgrades, so it was steady. But when the orders were filled, it got quiet for sometimes up to a year, so one got some free break time then. It almost sounded like fun the way he talked about it.

About an hour later, they wound up back near her apartment and she invited him in and they wound up necking a bit before he left, they still hadn’t said what needed to be said, but it was ok, for now. He was a good kisser too, she found, pleased. After he’d left, she wound up putting on all of her rubber things again, she was really horny after all the kissing and fondling they’d done and imagined all kinds of naughty things they might be doing if he’d remained that night, instead, she made herself work it all out with her BOB till the batteries ran out. She came really hard that night, just before sinking into a deep sleep where she and Jim made love on a beach in the rain and she was so happy…

The next day, she called him up, asking if he wished to go shopping with her? 

He’d be glad to he said and they arranged a meeting place.

They met downtown, still dressed for the ongoing drizzle that had replaced the steady pour of the day before, but was still wet enough to warrant their unusual attire. As before, she wore the latex boots, skirt and top, with her old raincoat and new rainhat on over it all. He wore a pair of latex jeans over a zipped top that she suspected was part of either a wrestling suit or a catsuit and a rubber coat cut like a blazer, he looked swank.

The store they started at was a general purpose store with a good selection of mix and match, tops, skirts, pants, in many colors and cuts, all very normal looking except for the material, latex, vinyl, leather or PVC. She found a few tops she liked including one with gathered sleeves like a peasant dress. A few tighter-fitting skirts, one in a bright red, some more tights and a nice swimming leotard in blue, and some shoes, Jim insisted on paying for it all. She gave him a kiss in return, cool she thought. From there, they got in his beat-up old blue sports car and went to another place which he said was more inclusive, with more ‘personal’ items.

It was quite large on the inside, even had the ability of making custom items, and soon she was looking thru the catalogues, and before long, she found it. A particular catsuit that yelled out to her, buy me now! It was made of bias-plied strips of many colors, forming a mosaic pattern of spiraling, enlarging squares, like the old costume the Joker’s henchwoman/girlfriend Harley Quinn wore in the Batman cartoons. She loved it at first sight and jumped up and down with undisguised glee as the little man that ran the shop went off to look in his stock for her size.

Oh god, he had it! She all but snatched it from his hands, heading off to the changing room at the back of the store, barely hearing the two men chatting as if nothing were going on and here she was, feeling like she was going burst into flame and sparks at any moment! She stripped, reading the directions someone had thoughtfully posted in the little room as to how to talc the inside and watch her already short nails so as not to tear anything, she climbed into the smooth, caressing, hugging outfit and felt sooooo good she couldn’t describe it in words.

The suit had feet and gloves, the zippers had covers to hide them from sight and the breastcups felt like bliss itself on her goosepimpled, erect globes. And what it did down lower, Mmmmm. She knew she was hot as hell, and was growing wet to boot. Looking at herself in the mirror was surreal, she was a work of art, in a weird way, Jim was right. The hugging suit molded her into the sexiest curved figure of her sex she’d ever imagined, she felt like a queen. Wow, and all this just from wearing this, huh? 
Amazing, she thought.

She hated almost to put the boots on over it, but they seemed ok, kind of like a border on a painting, framing her torso, which she figured Jim would surely appreciate. He did, he whistled long and low as she returned and asked if liked what he saw? He did. With a wicked smile, she whispered in the storeowners ear. He grinned and pointed over into a far corner of the shop and she went off in search of a new toy, since Jim was buying. It seemed like a good way to let him know she was randy and needed servicing, and soon.

An hour later, they were over at his place, mansion really, it was nearly as big as her entire apartment block, brownstone, and had antiques out the ass. He said he’d inherited it. Way cool.

From the big bay window, she saw ships passing to and fro, even from here, up on top of the hills overlooking the city. It was beautiful. She was giving him a haircut, she hadn’t done one in many years, and told him so, but once he found out she knew how, he insisted. And she’d have lied if she said she didn’t enjoy using what she though was a long forgotten skill of hers. She miss-cut once, and had to pull it out by clipping down the slope instead of across, but it came out ok. He said he liked it.

They were kissing more often now, he was picking up on the clues better, more relaxed and they were having a good time together. They played a game of yatzee and she cleaned him out and he was graceful about losing. She kissed him hard for that.

Finally, he said it, or at least tried to. She listened attentively.

“Niki, you’re great, you’re a great lady and I owe it to you to say this now rather than later… you see, I have this… thing, I like. That I do, for myself, that is…” he said, pacing the floor of a huge entertainment room that looked more like a empty barroom. He was red in the face, sweating bullets as she sat coolly on the leather settee, leaning back on her arms, half stretched out, her legs in the boots crossed at the shins, giving him her best innocent little girl look. Who did he think he was kidding? He just couldn’t bring himself to say it, it was curiously like watching a little boy with a terrible secret, one he’s held on to, clutching it like a lifeline, for many years, trying to talk about it to someone finally. It had had a hold on him for a long time, which was patiently obvious, it had also prayed on him that long, she could tell. Just say it Jim, she thought furiously as she waited for him to let it out, just begin and that will be the end of it, I understand, more than you realize, just let me in, please…

He was working his hands up and down, like milking a churn, he looked faint and whey-faced as he stammered. “What I’m trying to say, badly I know, is that I have something, called a… fetish. A liking for a certain material, more than most, it’s something we both seem to like, at least lately, because of the weather… Christ, I’m not doing this at all well am I? Let me begin again, please. Ok, Niki, it’s like this… I like latex.”

Boom, silence descended on the room, like a pall. But he’d done it, finally. And she respected him for it.

“I see. So, you like latex, and you like seeing me in it, and you enjoy having sex in it? Well, what’s wrong with that? I like it too, oh Jim, it’s no big thing, really. I’d be glad to wear rubber and latex for you anytime. Thanks for telling me though, I appreciate your honesty. Now, come here…” she said, reaching out and taking his hand, she’d been watching for hours as his penis had strained against his pants and now she freed it, took it in her hand and looked up at him. “Like this?” she asked, all he was capable of was a grateful moan, his purplish glans oozing precum by the ounce onto the wood floor, Niki was impressed.

He wasn’t huge, or terribly thick, but he had a large knob of a glans that looked interesting, she licked at the slit and it throbbed with blood several times as Jim clenched his fists and looked skywards. He couldn’t last long she knew, not after this amount of teasing. She sucked him in and circled her tongue around him, finding the action was making her moan and humm to herself and it swelled dangerously under her tongue. Let it come, she thought, I want it… give it to me Lover.
She was really sucking him now, the sounds filling the area as Jim tore at his hair, a tiny shriek all she heard of him as she gobbled that lovely bit of flesh, his cock.
Then it swelled, larger than before, and suddenly jet after jet of coppery-salty sperm shot down her throat and overflowing, dribbled down her lips and face, and onto her booted thighs.

Jim looked down, as though horrified. She smiled up at him to let him know it was ok. “Thanks, that was tasty. Now, about those retrofits you were going to show me? Or would you like some more? All you have to do is ask Love, ok.?”

His smile was beatific. She let him away with a smile and he broke out a set of blueprints…

Days and weeks flew by.

One day she found him morose and crying. Softly, she came and tried to comfort him and learned a terrible thing, his mother was dying.
Yes, he’d inherited the house when his father had passed away and his mother had aged to the point where she needed to be in a home. Dutifully, he’d gone to see her for all these long years, till she’d some into his life, from that time on, he’d been busy with her and their relationship, now he felt terribly guilty. For those few bad days, she insisted on taking him to go and see her as she ebbed and flowed closer to the inevitable. From old pictures he showed her, she’d once been beautiful, now she was scrawny and aged, but still had the spark of life in her eyes. Niki saw the love she bore for her only son when he talked to her and held her hand and cried with him.

On the last day, Niki sat with her and told her about herself and about their life so far. Around the respirator tube, his mother mumbled a thank you and squeezed her hand, showing she approved. Niki cried herself to sleep with him that night and the next day, before noon, Jim’s mother passed away. At the funeral and for sometime afterwards, he was crushed and battered. Then, slowly, he came back to life, and to her. They made love one evening, on the beach, in the rain, much as in her dream that time. And life went on after that, she made a life with him and continued her studies and their lives became busy and she was content.

It was a bright, sunshiny day.

No matter, she was covered, as she usually was these days and nights too. From her spike heeled tight rubber thigh-boots, to the overly snug enclosure suit she wore from which only her long mane swung as a ponytail from a short tube on the top of the mask covering her head, over that, a tight corset whittled her waist and made her stand straight and erect. Surely a much different outfit from her first one those months ago and that she still loved to wear occasionally, that one was for more public kinds of wear, the one she wore now was for daily use and enjoyment, right down to the sleeves in her front and rear orifices and the molded-in, glossy, representations of her vagina and nipples with all the tiny knobs inside that stimulated her whenever she moved. Even the high-heels boots were molded into the suit itself.

The view out here was breathtaking, it was a clear view of the harbor and the coast, the Solomon bridge off in the distance. Hank had given her some time off from the store and she was helping Jim with some designs in the meantime, she turned back, it was time to go inside. She slid the door shut and came into the top-floor cooking area, passed thru grabbing two cokes and a straw, and entered thru the oaken pass-doors into the top-floor playroom and up to the standing X-frame where Jim was fully enclosure suited and strapped in. She leaned in and kissed him, waking him from his afternoon nap, and pressed the straw in his lips to drink his fill. She smiled, his cock rose to say hello and she thumped the end in its sheath with a fingertip as she went on out and into the hall and into her bedroom, time to change again, what to wear, what to wear?

She snapped herself into a tight rubber skirt that limited her stride to less then a foot, but she knew he liked it. She slipped on a peasant top and went back to set him free and enjoy their afternooner. In his mask, he was blind, the tubes from his gag and nostrils went to a filter-bag in which she’d placed her worn, smelly rubber panties from the night before when she’d herself been bound in the stretchy rubber sleeping bag and tormented all night by a set of wireless vibrating dildos, almost driving her mad with pleasure in the process. She still was unsure if it was heaven or hell, but she’d do it again in a heartbeat she was sure. She led him by the prick over to the pleasure-swing, helped him into the chair–like device and unbuttoning her skirt, sat over him, Oooooing as she felt him slide in, god he always felt just right, she thought to herself as she rode him to her first orgasm of the afternoon, god, sex on demand was just soooo good.

She had him all to herself, he was her toy, and she was willingly and gladly, his. 

This beat just getting off by herself by the ton. From that first day till now, they’d worn nothing for the most part except latex and rubber outfits and suits and his virility was a thing of legend to her by now. She was sore from time to time, even if she did still wank herself off now and again, but now she made him watch and oftimes that was the start of something beautiful too.

Some of the odder things in this strange relationship of theirs, she had had to get used to, the medical parts for instance, but he was into long-term enclosure and so these things had to dealt with she supposed? She’d done worse when babysitting as a kid. Still, it was an adjustment, she’d even been in this state herself for a time, just to try it. But, it was almost unsettling, the quiet and the isolation, it was like yoga, but different. She just kind of shrugged thinking about it, but he thrived on it, and like now, there was a constant, hard, cock on call, just for her. It was the oddest kind of flattery, but she liked it, craved it more and more in fact.
Sometimes she thought of it as an addiction, but how could that be? And it just seemed so right somehow besides.

She couldn’t help crying out loudly and lustily as she came again, feeling her insides clutching at Jim’s manly meat, the tapered shaft dragging over her g-spot and she quivered, shaking and jerking, surging in his lap as she fell weakly down on him again and again. Her vision went bright white for a second as she screamed and felt him shoot his sap against the rubber sheaths, the cum smacking her innards just hard enough for Niki to hit the ceiling, twitching like an electrified fish against his chest, his breathing almost as loud as hers sounded to herself as she recovered.

Finally, she pulled herself off his pecker, shuddering every inch of the way.Christ, he was still hard. She shook her head in wry respect. She bet she could get another hour out of him before she had to feed him and purge his attachments before taking him to bed that night, maybe more… Hmmm.

She’d moved in last night, no use paying for an extra room or two with this huge place to use and enjoy. She was sometimes tempted to call up one or another of her old friends and throw a terror into them with her new lifestyle, but then again. Best to keep a good thing to oneself, ya know? And it was a good thing. Jim was generous, kind, smart and fun, if in the oddest ways. When she’d taken the hood off him last afternoon, he’d said “What? Oh, I thought I was in heaven, where is the toilet angel, I really have to pee?” and they’d both almost died laughing it was so absurd.

The second night she’d been staying over here, he’d told her about what he wanted her to do. Helping him dress, maintain and watch over him, the enema’s, urine bag, the works. Surprisingly, it hadn’t left her cold. Or at least, not as much as even she might have supposed anyway. He’d explained it, laid it out, showed her the equipment, the catheters. They had to be sterile, gloves were no problem to use, even though we were wearing them already, but she understood. He did most of the first time dressing and plumbing himself, he was used to it and from his sure movements, it was true she saw. It was all part of the suit mainly; he passed the tube swinging from the end of his penis thru the suit itself. Watching him put in the tube had looked like magic, oddly creepy magic that was. There was a hollow plug that went up his rear mated to the suit, the mask was loose and a trio of tubes ran from it. Watching him impale himself had made her horny, but he couldn’t get erect with the tube in he’d informed her, too bad she had thought at the time.

Once suited, he showed her how to attach the flushing tube to the dildo up his butt and she watched as the water filled him, it looked uncomfortable. Five minutes later, she attached the drain tube, thoughtfully colored, and the tap was turned and she watched him almost fall over with relief as the water and excreta left.
Then again, and then, once more. Then he was led over to a table and laid on it. Straps where attached, but not to the table, instead they ran on wires to the ceiling and a frame above. She re-attached his anal tube to a motorized device and two bucket-like receptacles, he would be flushed every two hours for four hours, then every six hours after that until the morning. The computer took care of most of it, she was mainly there for safety’s sake, in case something went wrong.

She attached another connection tube running a mix of oxygen and air and venting his exhalations from the mask to a rebreather bag to control his excitement. She inflated the bag-mask around his head, acting as both restraint and pillow. She attached his urine bag and hung it from his thigh, she would have to check it every few hours. She backed away and pushed a button on the wall, the table retracted into the floor and Jim hung in mid-air, swaying gently. He was utterly isolated from her, from everything. Yet he liked this, a lot. Or so he’d said for about six hours yesterday evening, as she was pumping his history out of him, along with a large load of sperm. He’d been in an accident years ago, and had been in a coma for a time, yet he knew everything that was going on around him, or so he said. The description was breathtaking, if what he said was true, she’d really lead a sheltered life, which she knew already.

Now he was floating before her. She listened to the air-piping whoosh and move about as he breathed. Utterly still, like death. Way utterly, totally cool. She’d always been fascinated as a kid with creepy things, and this hit lots of buttons for her. He was totally dependant on her, not that she intended to do anything of course, but the feeling was heady nonetheless. That night, she was wearing simply a tight, short skirt, a top with a scooped front and her new stiletto heels. She couldn’t help herself, she worked herself off watching him, then made dinner, watched TV, played the computer, and made sure he was changed and watered. The next morning, she let him out. They made love like mad weasels and napped all afternoon. And so began a very interesting period of her life.

Niki hadn’t forgotten Hank and the shop, in fact they were in talks to buy it and expand it, with Hank at the helm. These days though, she was usually caught up taking care of Jim’s needs, as well as her own. Helping run the business’s, drawing up plans, diagrams, blueprints, the list was endless these days… Often she would have to pull Jim from his revelry and shove him to the desk. It broke her heart to do it, but it needed doing now and again.

They’d moved in exercise equipment, designed by themselves, she was using it now in fact, the twin poles in the computer-controled bike’s seat sliding about in her pussy and ass, driving her crazy with pleasure until the timer ran out, the cuffs on her arms more to hold her up then to restrain her. Oh god, the pleasure, the pleasures she’d felt and the pleasures she had yet to feel! She flailed about in the stirrups, her body quivering and shivering with every orgasm she rode out, every peak she attained, every spamming clinch as she bounced in the saddle, skewering herself with the rampaging dildos. Her mind grew dulled as the waves of pleasures broke in endless, orgasmic, feeling. Another mountain rose and she scaled it, crashed down the other side and rode out the next one following, her juices dripped steadily into a pan under the bike from a tiny drain under her covered sex. It worked wonders on Jim, her own perfume.

At some point, the motor-assist cut out and she rode the pedals to a stop, the dildos slowing and then stopping and, twitching and moaning, she regained reality.
The cuffs sprang open, she unbelted her booted feet from the pads and shuddered one last time as she rose off the remainder to the rods that had pummeled her relentlessly for the last two hours. It was feeding time. She took the two bags of liquefied food from the warmer and two waterbags and entered the first floor mainroom. In a clear tank, Jim floated in warm water, tubes running here and there. She was going to release him soon, but first, dinner, as it were. She picked up the feed-tube, attached it to the bag and started squeezing slowly. These were not esophageal tubes, just short tubes into the back of the mouth thru the bit-gag, the liquid-food was easily swallowed. She wore one herself as well, it was part of her suit, like the small urine tube running from her suit’s crotch, molded to her flesh so she could go and not have to change. It made sense.

After awhile, the first bag was empty and she changed it out for the water, hooked it to drip for him and repeated the feeding process for herself. She hadn’t had to change out of the suit she was wearing in three days. She shuddered to think how she smelt. But she had something special planed for today, she shivered in anticipation. She tossed the bags away and flipped a switch, draining the tank and retracting into the floor, leaving Jim shivering on the floor. She helped him slowly get to his feet and led him into the steel-shod second-floor bathroom and into a large, warmed medical bathtub. And there they soaked, slowly getting out of the suits they’d worn for days on end, soaking the dirt from their pores, unmatting their hair. They kissed a torrid kiss; he hadn’t seen her face in days. He more than made up for it now, she knew she was adored and loved. He cried sometimes, in joy of her he said once.

“My Niki, my all. You have made me realize that the sectional stresses on number’s 441 and 40 can’t bear the loads. Better to equalize the weight with bias-beams to add floor weight. Can we re-do the prints before the shipping date?” he said while nibbling at her ear and throat, making her shiver as she replied, sighing. 

“Already outlined, you just have to do the overlay transparencies and the masters. Kiss me right there, again… Ahhhhh! Darling! Mmmmm.”

“How did I ever exist without you, you’re amazing. What other emergencies await me?” he said between pauses to stick his tongue in her mouth and peck the end of her nose.

“One call, to March Ironwerks. 270 tons light last order, we need the material Jim.” Niki moaned, his fingers sliding inside her, making her squirm against him.

“Hmmm, I’ll get to them soon. If I do this, will you still cum?” he asked, a thumb flicking her clit in the bath, triggering an instant orgasm that left her staggering in the water and yelling blissful entities.

They got out of the bath, toweled off. And he made his call, the air blistered with the language used, but they got their steel. She rewarded him with a kiss and a squeeze of his cock, again leading him by it into the dressing room. She made him wear a simple (or by now, so it seemed) enclosure suit, with open eyes, mouth and nose holes and a penis sheath. She wore a corresponding suit with a sleeve for her lower holes each. Then she took a bundle from a stack in the closet and led him out by his cock again. This time they went up to the second floor bedroom, where the huge bed with its suspension frame and its canopy of latex sheeting. She pushed him thru the opening, onto the mattress and spread open the grope-bag and opened it for him to climb into and then joined him.

The thing about the bag was that it was covered all over the insides with tiny fingers of soft rubber. And as the bag moved, the fingers opened and closed, grasped and nuzzled, all over the flesh of the ones on the inside. She closed the openings, sealing them inside. The rubbery fingers started their work at once, her nipples were assaulted as well as her pussy and ass and her entire body, she gasped, slid down his cock and they started trading spit as they rode off to ecstasy-land.
He finally stuck his tongue in her ear to stop her screaming, and finally, they made it to sleep, or some semblance thereof.

The next morning was the 21’st, the day they’d picked to go bare naked for the day, to give themselves a break. They tried making love in the afternoon sun. but he wilted after about ten minutes and only came once all day, though he did get hard more than once watching her bare body as she came and went cleaning the house. Well, he did have a fetish anyway, so she understood, she made him pleasure her for most of the day whenever she got horny, which wasn’t as often as had become normal, she found to her surprise. They dressed in regular clothes, but it just didn’t feel the same, not to her nor to him, it just didn’t feel right after all they’d been exposed to all this time. Everything seemed scratchy or chaffing compared to the attire they’d grown used to and loved to wear. They watched TV, walked in the park in town, went to the library, and watched the sun go down over the harbor. It was a perfect day.

Except for one thing.

In the morning, when he awoke, she was already dressed in an enclosure suit, corset and her boots. And had one ready for him on her arm, acting the part of the dominant mistress as she made him slide into the latex they both loved. Her skin was dark, shiny ebony, the surface unmarked, the woman inside hot and ready for anything. She was one with it. She’d made a decision in the night, she was ready if he was…

“You know Niki darling. When we first met, I was in ecstasy, were you the one I’d waited for all these years? I couldn’t be sure, then I started talking, telling you about my needs. I felt like an absolute fool, I must have looked a sight huh? Then you accepted me, without equivocation, like you’d been a part of this as long as I had. It was almost scary, like I was Frankenstein and was creating you somehow. I don’t know how you’ve done it, but you’re at as almost an advanced state as I am and it took me years to get this far. I salute you, I think. Anyway, now you’re on a par with me, almost. Can you go back to wearing regular clothing now? I can’t, not that it matters. But you still have a choice, you can stop now, I still love you and always will no matter what you wear. Even if you choose to only wear it sometimes, to please me, that’ll be fine. But you know what I wear. I just wanted to give you this choice because I know how you value honesty.” Jim said, looking hopeful. She kissed him, sealing the back of his suit as she replied.

“Yes I do, and I thank you. And I’ve thought about it. I probably could go back to wearing cloth clothing, to go into town ect. But I chose this because I’ve found something here, and in this. It’s the strangest thing, I feel at peace and happy and fulfilled, and have been experiencing this over and over while wearing it. So it’s kind of ingrained into me now I guess. And I’ve enjoyed it, and you immensely, and will continue so. And you, you lovable mugg, you swept me off my feet, let me know that someone thought I was special, and accepted me for who I was. I needed that as much as you did Jim, honestly. You’re the most interesting man I’ve ever met, you’ve treated me as a queen. I wouldn’t trade my time with you for the whole world, and so, I, like you, choose to wear this, for as long as I can, from this time on. In order to better please you my love. This is my gift and my pledge to you.” She replied smilingly.

“Sounds like a marriage to me?” he teased.

“Perhaps it will be, one day. When you ask properly, that is. For now, it’s what we’ll both make of it, and I think that’s more than good enough for now, don’t you lover?” she replied with a smirk and a wink.

They kissed, embracing tightly and lovingly, like in a soap opera. Then went in and had pop-tarts and watched TV.

It was just another night at the Jones’s, to them anyway. 

     END. 
 
 

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