Message-ID: <17688eli$9811302033@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jensen@sphere.8m.com (Jensen Morse) Subject: Erotica Vault story post, Colleagues post 2 of 3 (Ffm, bd, ltx, cst, tg,ds) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Ultra-Time: 24 Nov 1998 05:39:21 GMT Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <73dgq9$3cl$2@strato.ultra.net> **************************************** Posted from the Erotica Vault Archive of novellas and full length books. http://www.eccentrica.org/evault Email evault@mailcity.com Colleagues post 2 of 3 The Best FREE Erotic Story Archive on the net :) **************************************** Part 3 The journey up the wooden stairs took some time. I could only lift my legs up about three inches. In order to negotiate each wooden step I had to shift my weight onto my left and then left my right leg up and onto the step and then shift to the right and then left my left leg up to get up to the next step. I was too busy concentrating to speak to Sara who pulled me along by the lead attach to the stout, three inch wide leather collar. She opened the door at the top of the steps and we went right. I was led into a well-lit tiled hallway. I tried to look around, not easy with limited head movement and I noticed the walls were wood panelled and the ceiling was high. These added to the small black and white tiles on the floor, cold to my bare feet, made me think that this was a Victorian house. The delicious sound of Sara's clicking high heels, provocatively swaying bottom and the tug on the lead concentrated my view straight ahead of me. She stopped and knocked on a door with her right hand, my lead in the left. She opened the door and walked in, I shuffled in, tugged by the neck, on my toes, and trying hard not to stumble forward. The room was warm, large and friendly, pleasantly wallpapered, thick pile carpet, lots of books on the shelves and a warm fire crackling quietly to itself in the large fire place on my left. Christine was seated on a plump leather sofa that was on my right as I was led into the room. Eventually we stopped opposite her and I was turned to face her. I was unsure about the whole situation. A part of me wanted it to continue, as I was curious as to what would happen next. The greater part was scared and wanted out straight away, no questions asked! There she was, in all her splendour. Copper coloured curls framing a pale face with round glasses and crimson lips curled in a smile. Below the almost angelic face was highly polished black latex that fitted tightly around her neck, arms, and chest. Her waist was nipped in by a small corset or cincher and the skirt was full and circular. I noticed that she had boots on but I couldn't see how high they went up her leg but they did have six-inch steel heels that reflected the glow of the fire in them giving them a rather malevolent appearance. "Turn around. Let me see you," Christine ordered. I nodded my head side to side with as much defiance as I could muster given the situation I was in. I heard a swish and then smack as a thin riding crop stung my backside. "Omch," I yelped. It was Sara. I shuffled around and saw the gloating look in her eye. "Simon. You're my guest here. I say when you can go. And you will address me as Mistress," she said with steel and venom in her voice. "Understand?" she asked. Another stinging slap. "Ychess" I stammered, drool falling from my mouth. "Now be quiet." she said. That was Sara's signal to pop a latex mask over my head, which she zipped and laced up while forcing the rubber ball gag deeper into my mouth. She padlocked it while she looked into my eyes and smiled. Protruding from my mouth was a rubber phallus, dominating my eye line. "Kneel," Mistress ordered. I didn't and was rewarded by the crop across the backs of my knees, causing me to drop onto my knees. She motioned with her finger for me to shuffle towards her. As I got nearer she lifted her voluminous skirts and pulled my head towards her crotch. The skirt flapped back over my head and I was in darkness. My breathing was erratic. I tried to concentrate, to slow down, get into a rhythm. The smell of latex mingled with the musky odour of the Mistress was intoxicating and filled my nostrils and head with visions of lust. Her hands on the back of my head urged me forward, my neck, upper torso and legs straining to reach her vagina. I moved her latex French knickers aside with my protrusion and her hands guided the phallus deep into her vagina. My nose was pressed hard against her clitoris and she tried to pull my head into her abdomen or at least it felt like that was what she was doing. It was hard to breathe in this stifling atmosphere. My nose bumped against her and was getting repeatedly squashed against her as the tempo increased. Her soft latex clad thighs gripped and then squeezed my head. The lacing on her thigh high leather boots rubbed merciliously against my latex clad penis. I then felt a stinging swish on my bottom as Sara's well-aimed crop made contact killing my raging erection and urging my efforts on. On it went, in and out of her sopping vagina, side to side, my nose crashing up against her body, neck, arms, chest aching and ass stung by the by the cruel aim of its wicked welder. She gasped and moaned and then let out a large sigh. The skirt lifted up and my head was pulled back by Sara. She quickly undid my wrists. "Lie down," said Mistress, quietly. I did as I was told, without hesitation. My bottom was sore from its thrashing. I lay on the floor and Sara refastened my wrists but so that I was spread-eagled in on my bottom. She then undid my ankles and in one hair wrenching movement pulled the latex briefs off me. Boy did that sting. She then had my legs stretched as wide as they could go. I was lying on a soft deep pile white rug which soothed my throbbing bottom. Looming above me was Sara's bottom, hugged and caressed by transparent latex. Her vagina sucked up the phallus as she landed on my head! Up and down she started going, a beautiful slurping, squelching sound emanating around my ears as she gasped every time the length of the rubber intruder penetrated her. Sara started rubbing her clitoris with the index finger of her right hand and then with her left. Her left index finger suddenly plunged into my anus lubricating it liberally. My penis felt very erect at this point in time. Very. Suddenly a six-inch steel stiletto heel raked the length of my penis. I came, jerking uncontrollably into the open mouth of Sara who was screaming with her orgasm. She gulped in mid flow and nearly choked, with laughter! She stood up and looked down at me with a huge grin on her face. "Now then Simon. I want you to do something for me. Something else. Tonight Sara and I are going to a party in town and I need a driver for my car. I want you to be that driver. I like you. Sara likes you. She told me so." Sara blushed as Mistress continued in a cheerful voice, "You'll need a uniform which I will provide. You can also accompany us to the party as well. How does that grab you? Nod if you're up to that," she said. I nodded. After all what real choice did I have? What would happen if I said no? Perhaps there would be a chance to get away later on. Who knows? Not me. I was released from my position on the floor and the hood removed but the cuffs were refastened to my wrists and ankles. I was led upstairs to change. It was an austere but comfortable bedroom. Double bed, metal-framed desk and chair made of heavy dark wood, a wardrobe and a wash basin. Heavy curtains and double-glazing on the windows. I had on the uniform. A black leather cod piece, tight latex trousers with the bottom cutout, how cute! The fitted jacket was no better. It was backless. All it had was arms and a front that zipped up diagonally. All of it was black including the latex gauntlets and heavy rubber boots that required a lot of effort on my part to pull on, as they were so close fitting. Pulled forward on my head was the peaked cap. Visiting the toilet would not be easy but it could be done with some patience. I'd always loved parties so perhaps this would be fun. It would be different but how much different could a party be? I heard a key in the locked door of the door and Sara stepped in. She was dressed as a ballerina, black hair scrapped back, tied in a bun. and surmounted by a tiara. Light fresh makeup on her face. A ballerina's pink tutu but made of latex with rustling latex petticoats, white shoulder length latex gloves and white latex stockings the tops of which I glanced briefly as she pirouetted around me on her pink nine inch heeled ankle high ballet boots. We waited in the hall for the Mistress. Well she is the Mistress of the house I suppose. I had so far only seen part of the cellar, the study, the hall and the room that I had got changed in. Majestically down the grand carpeted staircase rustled the Mistress, dressed as a teacher. I scanned her up and down as she descended, Sara did likewise. She had on a soft, flowing latex gown the hem of which swished on the floor as she strode towards the front door with us in her wake. On top of her red hair that was pulled up and away from her face and pinned up was a hard rubber mortarboard with a tassle. She had on the type of spectacles that a woman of the fifties would have been proud of or Dame Edna Everage! She had on full makeup and the shiniest red lipstick I had ever seen which matched the nail varnish on her long nails. She had a white high collared latex blouse, which even had cuffs and cufflinks. Her skirt was long, down to her ankles and with a long spilt up the side that revealed transparent stockings and the merest hint of smooth white thigh. On her feet were six-inch high lace up shoes, with black caps and heels that ware a Louis the fourteenth shape, waisted in the middle and wide at the top and bottom of the heel. In her right hand was a flexible cane and the other held a leather briefcase. As she strode past a movement of air preceded the 'smack' of cane upon bare buttock. "Come on now. Open the door." she said to no one in particular. I rushed ahead and opened the door. It was dark outside. Now is my chance I thought. I could get away from here but in this outfit! Well come on make a decision. I stood holding the door open for Sara and the Mistress. Perhaps I'll go along with this for now. Besides I wasn't entirely sure of where I was. She opened the case and threw the keys to her car to me. It was a white Rolls Royce which was parked on the gravel drive about ten feet from us. I ran over and opened the passenger door with the one of the keys. It smelt of inside of highly polished leather. Outside the Rolls Royce phantom's chrome gleamed in the spotlights that had come on when we all emerged. Sara and the Mistress got in and I went round to the driver's side. It was an automatic. "I'll give you the directions as we go," Mistress said. We crunched down the gravel drive and headed towards London. I was directed to one of those high walled, Wrought Iron gated houses you only find in Kensington. There were a lot of cars in the courtyard of this Georgian house. We were greeted at the door of the house by a latex clad butler. The party was in full swing. Loud music, lots of food and drink provided on large tables and lots of latex, leather, and lycra dressed and not so dressed people were dancing and talking in what looked like a ball room. The music and sound system were excellent. Classic old disco to get the people up on the floor and then some newer sounds to satisfy the purists. The age group was large, as was the mix of sexes. There were allsorts, large, small, fat, tall, men, women, straight, gay all having a good time. I danced with many a woman and for my trouble had my ass, squeezed, slapped, pinched and smacked. I didn't drink but I ate, as I was hungry. It was a great party. At one point Sara came over and whispered in my ear, "The Mistress wants to see you. She is upstairs in the corridor by the grand staircase. Quickly." I went upstairs and eventually found her standing outside a door at the end of a large well-lit corridor. She raised her hand and beckoned my over with her slender red tipped index finger. She stood with her back to the banister of the grand stair. She pressed the top of my head and whispered, "Get under there quickly. I have been waiting here for what seems like hours for the couple in there to finish. I would like some amusement. No hands now." I knelt down and disappeared under her long gown that closed around me. Beneath the fabulous folds of the gown I inhaled her musky scent. I undid the zip of her latex panties with my mouth. and began to snuffle the truffle. I was very turned on by now having seen enough glorious bodies and faces to last a lifetime. I lovingly caressed the inner folds of her labia with the tip of my tongue. I delicately brushed my tongue against her clitoris and tasted her vaginal juices when my tongue burst suddenly into her moist vagina. I swirled my tongue around and ran it along the length of her vagina. Her soft yielding latex sheathed thighs gripped the top of my head as I continued to explore and taste her nether regions. I started to speed up, darting my tongue in and out, left to right, up and down, around and around roughly then softly using the flat of my tongue or the tip. She rocked gently and squeezed tighter and then her hands shot backward to rest against the wall behind her as her hips swayed and her legs spasmed. Just as I was emerging from under her gown the door in front of her opened and a rubber clad woman stormed out shouting and swearing followed rather sheepishly by a man both looking the worse for wear. Mistress smiled a wicked, knowing, gloating smile at them and they looked down and away. Sometime in the early morning, those hours when not many people are about and the roads are quiet we went back to the Mistress' house. Driving through the empty, forlorn streets of London were eerie after such a good night out. I thought to myself, I could just drive home or stop the car and get out but I don't want to. Why not? I want to find out what happens next. This can't just be happening in isolation, a one off. There has to be some kind of pay off, an end game, a denouement. But what? I'll wait and see what she has planned. After all I'm not doing anything tomorrow that I can't put off and do another day. "Did you enjoy yourself?" the Mistress asked. "Sorry. Was that addressed to me?" I replied. "Yes it was. Well?" she shot back quickly. "I did, thank you Mistress." I replied somewhat respectfully. "By the way I will address you as Simon." she stated. "Thank you." I said politely. "Mistress," she added. "Mistress." I said. We arrived home with dawn still a few hours away. We all drank water as we sat in the large kitchen and eating area our heads buzzing from all party activity and noise. When the Mistress had drained her glass she rose and said, "I'm going off to bed. Join me in the master bedroom." uttered more as an order than a statement. I followed the other two up the main staircase, as I didn't know where the bedroom in question was. Her room was large and dominated by a seventeenth century four poster bed, whose heavy green velvet drapes were drawn aside to reveal the rubber bed sheets which were heavily polished and glowed seductively in the subdued lighting. "Remove your clothes and lie on the bed please Simon." she ordered. I did so and was immediately secured to the four bedposts, once undressed, by stout fur lined leather cuffs and stainless steel chains. Sara removed her knickers, as did the Mistress. Sara then sipped underneath my bottom a stout neoprene lined steel belt that she did up. Then she went over to the dresser while the Mistress popped a pump up gag in my mouth, buckled it up behind my head which she had pulled up from the bed by my hair and pumped it up until my checks resembled a chipmunk. The gag had a large protruding phallus. Sara returned, latex gloved hands shining with lubrication which was then applied into and around my anus and followed by a butt plug which was part of a strap which she pulled over my crotch an which also had a hollow phallus on the outside into which she inserted my blood enlarged penis. Sara and Mistress then mounted the twin dildoes, Sara at the head end and Mistress at the groin end, both facing each other and then rode me until they were satisfied and I had, eventually come. After stripping off and showering I was shown into the room where I had dressed earlier. The door was locked and I fell asleep surrounded by the smell of the latex bedclothes, an experience I had never had before. Part 4 I woke up in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a stranger's house. The door had opened and the smell of bacon, orange juice and coffee wafted into the room after the black bobbed latex clad form of the maid Sara. "Rise and shine. Wakey wakey Simon," she said brightly and cheerfully a huge grin all over her face. "There's an ensuite bathroom where you can go and have a shower. I'll leave some clothes for you on the bed and you can come and join us in the breakfast room. Don't be too long or it'll be cold," she said opening the bathroom door. "Oh and don't bother to shave," she added. I showered, talced and put on the clothes provided, a white latex T-shirt, black jeans, white latex boxer shorts, white latex socks, black polo necked wool jumper and black Caterpillar boots, which fit! I went downstairs and sat and ate a hearty breakfast with Sara and the Mistress who was wearing a full length pink latex and fur trimmed dressing gown, fluffy pink high heeled mules and thin latex pyjamas. This woman had a serious latex fetish. "We are going shopping after I have showered and changed and then lunch at a pub." She announced and with that strode of upstairs. Going round a supermarket with a woman wearing a full-length black leather coat and black zipped snakeskin ankle boots, with a very pointed toe and four inch heels was an another new experience for me. Not only did she get the odd stare in her direction but I did as well. Underneath her coat she was wearing a wool trouser suit with a white blouse. Sara meanwhile had on jeans, a v-necked jumper and four-inch stack heeled ankle boots. As we were standing in the checkout queue I wondered what the other two were wearing under their normal attire. I had noticed that beneath the blouse the Mistress had a white latex bra but that was only because I had got near enough to catch a glimpse. The same went for Sara, who seeing as I was wrapped up in my own thoughts, said, "I'm also wearing latex panties as well." Well, well, well. After paying we then visited some more stores, packed our numerous bags of shopping in the boot of the car and then headed off to a pub in the centre of the town. Lunch was pleasant and convivial. The pub was quiet and the service and food not bad at all. At one point, Mistress said, "I've been invited too a dinner party this evening. Out in the country, not that far from home. There'll be three other couples including the hostess and I want you to come with me to make up the numbers. Sara has a night off tonight. It is a rather special party and Sara will drive us there and pick us up later. I'll call her on the mobile when we're ready. Now unlike the one we went to yesterday this one has a specific theme. It's fancy dress all right but somewhat stricter in the dress code. Now Sara will help both of us prepare this afternoon. Do you have any special skills?" "Well," I replied, "I can sing", "and you can certainly dance," she interjected, "Yes, I can dance. I can also play the guitar a little." "Ok," she nodded her head, "Fine. I think the music will be provided anyway." Once we had finished we left and headed back to the Mistress's house, the car laden with her purchases. On the drive back I wondered what she had in mind. I also asked myself why when presented with another chance to escape, I didn't? I think curiosity once again got the better of me. Why did she want to know what skills I had? Who cares about party tricks? Ah, maybe that was it. Party tricks. No Sara there to talk to or there to provide moral support. Surely Christine didn't just want me to accompany her to two parties? She could have asked me nicely and I might have said yes. We'll see what this afternoon and tonight has in store then. We arrived back at her house that nestled quietly and cosily amongst the cloned homes of the law abiding, straight laced denizens of suburbia. It was late afternoon. The birds were singing while the sound of power drills, hedge trimmers and electric saws filled the air with activity. Her house was surrounded on all sides by a high garden wall and tall trees, which provided a pleasant shade in summer and protection from any inadvertantly straying eyes. Once inside Sara and I proceeded up to the main bathroom. A picture of blue and white tiles, a large bath cum Jacuzzi, a huge shower cubicle and a toilet and bidet, very posh! "It's time you got ready," said Sara with a smile on her face. "Come on now, Simon, get those clothes off." She ordered, breaking out into laughter. "Why? What for? I'm cleanish." I retorted quickly, a smile around my lips. "Not for what the Mistress has in mind you're not. Look, we can play this nice and easy or I'll get angry and it'll be no more nice woman from here on in." She said sternly, fixing me with a no nonsense stare. "Ok, ok, ok. I'll come quietly." I protested. I started to undress in front of Sara; feeling rather embarrassed about the whole thing and fortunately she left after one item had fallen to the carpeted floor. She returned just as I had finished with a bag in her left hand. "That's better," she said, walking towards me. She reached me and quickly spun me round, handcuffing my wrists. "Oi what's going on," I shouted. With that a gag was swiftly and professionally popped into my open mouth and secured fast. She led me down to the cellar where after securing my cuffed wrists to a ring in the wall she proceeded to get changed. White latex knickers, white bra, white latex stockings and shoulder length white gloves, white latex girdle and then a blue short sleeved, low cut dress which barely covered her bottom, a white apron and hat and sensible laced up white shoes with a six-inch heel! I stared at the nurse, looking her up and down, full-mouthed! "No talking back or questioning, just do as you are told. You are a guest here not a member of the household," she lectured whilst removing the gag. Thoughts of the Carry on films flashed through my head while she was so close that I could touch the latex with my nose. She was unlike any nurse from those films though! Her large, full breasts looked as though they were bursting to escape their rubber confines. "Don't say a word or things may get worse for you and better for me." She said venomously. I was led over to the shower cubicle again. A familiar place. This time I was secured with me suspended from a ring in the ceiling by my roped wrists and my legs spread-eagled and bound at the ankle again with rope to two floor rings. I was on tiptoe. Ouch. She roughly stuffed a large white plastic ball gag into my mouth after holding my nose as I was trying to stop it entering. The hot jets of water drenched my naked body. Then she lathered me all over with shaving gel, my penis springing to attention. "Keep still. Very still." She said with a chill in her voice as she brandished a cut-throat razor in front of my horror stricken face. The razor's edge gleamed with potential danger. With great care but some speed she shaved my legs, arms and armpits. Judging by the look on her face she enjoyed her work. I felt very naked now and humiliated. I looked down to my crotch and so did she! Slowly and carefully she shaved off my pubes. She rinsed me off, undid the bindings and led me dripping, slightly, over to a dentists chair which she fastened me to with the aid of leather straps around my ankles, wrists and neck, the gag in my mouth making my jaw ache. Sara now the curvaceous latex clad nurse placed a sticky strip on my chest and pulled it off with ear and skin stinging 'Rrrrrippp!'. Each strip she pulled off with a look that mixed viciousness with pure pleasure. This, torture continued until all the hair on my chest had disappeared! So that was what it was like to have a waxing. I heard a buzzing sound from behind me. The seat was returned to the upright position as she ran the electric razor over my head. The hair cascaded onto the floor. I suddenly felt very cold and frightened. She then lathered my head and shaved off the remaining stubble with the cutthroat. Bald as a coot. She then shaved off the stubble on my face with a safety razor after applying shaving oil. No hair except my eyebrows and lashes. What a humiliation but somehow liberating at the same time. She wasn't finished though. She plucked my eyebrows too. "Now you're nearly ready. It's so much easier to wear latex when you have no hair," she said with a pleasant smile on her pleasant face. She released me from the chair but refettered my limbs. We proceeded into a gleaming, eye dazzling, white tiled bathroom dominated by a huge sunken bath. As if by some kind of telepathy, the Mistress appeared, clad in a long maroon latex dressing gown trimmed with dark red fur on the hem, cuffs and collar that clung to and emphasised her c urves. Her hair was scrapped back from her forehead. On her feet were feather trimmed red mules! "Ah. I see he is shorn," she said with a beaming smile on her face. "Let me have a look at your handiwork." Sara lifted my cuffed arms up above my shaved head and held them there while the Mistress examined me closely from head to toe. "A lovely job." She said. She ran her hands slowly over my smooth, hairless body. "Smooth too." She said as her hand rounded my bottom. "He needs some moisturiser I think," she said thoughtfully. "One more thing Sara dear. I think he needs a thorough cleansing before he's absolutely ready for tonight." The Mistress said with a wink and a smile. "I think I'll stay and watch before I start on my preparations." She whispered in my ear. I was led over to a sparkling white toilet bowl. My wrists were fastened far above my head so that I was unable to squat, my anus parked some inches above the entrance to the bowl itself. Sara undid my ankle cuffs only to replace the chain with a two and a half-foot long metal leg-spreading bar! Oh boy. As if having all my hair removed hadn't been humiliating enough, what I imagined might come next might be worse. I felt a flush of embarrassment wash over my entire body. Sara walked over to a wall and opened a concealed floor to ceiling height cupboard door. The Mistress sat down on the edge of the large bath. She wheeled out a stand with hooks on and a trolley laden with shiny instruments that exuded menace as they caught the bright, clinical light of the room. She put on a white latex mask, fitted with a rebreather that covered her mouth and nose. The Mistress did the same. It was very quiet in that room. Too quiet. Unnaturally silent. Sara opened a pot containing a clear lubricant some of which she scooped up with her gloved hands. Her fingers glistened with the stuff which she then smeared all over my anus and then inside it with her nimble agile fingers. >From the trolley she picked up a catheter which she smeared the end of with something else. She grabbed my penis and holding it firmly threaded it down my urethra until I suddenly felt the urge to pee. This disappeared as soon as I caught site of the Mistress and also I didn't want to but that was more out of a fear of embarrassment and not wanting to lose some semblance of control. Sara connected up another tube, this one having a small tap mechanism on it. I had not expected any of that but what came next I had and the sense of horror and fear in my eyes must have been seen by both of the women because their eyes crinkled up at the edges as if grinning with pleasure or worse. I breathed uneasily through the ball gag that was distending my jaw. She picked up a long tube with two deflated balloons, each with an inflator and a steel nozzle at its end. She reapplied lubrication to her gloved hands, squatted down in front of me and with her knees forced my legs apart and then plunged her index finger into my anus, working it around and then probing deep into it. My penis shot up erect and huge at this intrusion. The sight made more obscene by the catheter sticking up straight out of the end and then drooping slightly with the weight of the little tap. She pushed another finger into my anus that caused my erection to grow even more. This was not an activity without some pleasure on my part, so far anyway. She removed her fingers only to replace them with the tubing. The nozzle disappeared followed by one of the balloons the other remained at the entrance to my anus, the rest of the rubber tube then being hooked up to bag hanging about five feet off the ground on a hook on the wheeled stand. There was a tap at the end of the tube. Sara inflated each of the balloons in turn, the one in my anus first. This she did with some relish squeezing the bulb with such strength that the inflator collapsed each time like a prune. I felt it expand inside me, getting bigger and bigger until I thought I would explode. A look of utter fear on my face. She inflated the other one with hardly any relish. The Mistress stood up and walked over peering down at me from upon her high heels. She turned the tap, slowly. The tube vibrated as liquid poured down it and entered my rectum a nd then bowels. I visibly shuddered as the warm, soapy liquid kept flowing. I don't know how much there was but it felt like pints. My abdomen swelled up. I was gasping for breath looking like a stuffed fish. Sara pulled out part of the tubing, the ballons remained lodged trapping the liquid. I started to feel cramp in my stomach and abdomen which was travelling down to my legs and now up to arms. My whole body was cramping up. It was unbearable. It felt like I'd been in this position for hours. Then she picked up small glass container from the top of the trolley into the top of which she plugged the catheter and then secured it in a stand. I didn't feel in any way turned on even though my penis was still rock hard with the occaisonal ministrations of the latex clad fingers. Two pairs of intense eyes stared at me and my predicament. All the bright white colour of the room was featureless apart from the two pairs of piercing eyes into whose depths I felt lost in. Why? For guidance? Help? Mercy? All of those and more. Sara's expert fingers started once again on my penis. Her free hand cupped my balls gently with its cool latex touch. My whole body tensed and quivered like jelly. She sensed that I was building up to a climax. She increased the speed of her left hand, gripping, rubbing and fondling my painfully erect phallus. Just before I came she removed the bung from my bum and I erupted not only from my penis but my anus. I bellowed and raged and screamed as fluids escaped from both orifices. The small glass container filled up as did the toilet bowl. I had been milked! "You are now cleansed and milked," Mistress said with a huge grin on her face anda wicked gleam in her eye. The two women looked at each other and smiled. I felt releived that that was over. It had been the most humiliating experience in my entire life. I was as red as a beetroot. My head bowed, looking at the shiny white shoes of the nurse, Sara. The toilet flushed and washed away some of my old life and thoughts with it. "Come on. Let's go and get you ready for the evening," said Sara. "You'll need some help you know," added the Mistress. I was untied but the catheter was still left in place, only the tube with the tap on removed. I was taken upstairs, a shuffling abject wreck of humanity. I felt weak and weary. Things couldn't get any worse for me now I thought. Mind you it was't the end of the world. I was going to a dinner party which could mean I'll get fed and watered. Who knows, perhaps I'll have something great to wear, probably involving rubber knowing these two. I was led to a room on the first floor which I hadn't been in before. It was a very big room. One wall was completely covered with doors and the other with a mirror. There was a table with a mirror and some chairs, a large iron framed bed and a dentists chair. What now? "OK Simon, I've got to get you ready, into your costume. Some co-operation would be appreciated. " Sara said. I nodded. I wasn't really in the mood to disagree with her. She smiled and removed the ball gag from my aching jaws. I moved them about trying to get some feeling of normality back into them as if they were really part of my body. She removed all my bonds. They thudded to the carpeted floor; the sound absorbed by the room sucked into the very walls themselves. She sat me down on a chair and removed from a cupboard something that looked remarkably like the lower half of a catsuit except that it was flesh coloured looked too small to fit me. "Oh don't worry that will fit you despite its appearance. It fits very snugly and is very resilient to wear and tear. It just requires extra help to get into," Sara said reassuringly as she knelt down at my feet. I looked at her and she smiled back. "All that before was part of the cleaning ritual. You're now ready to wear this costume." She eased my right foot into the foot of the flesh-coloured latex hanging limply before me on the floor. It resembled a foot with individual black painted toes as well. It was a tight fit, perhaps two sizes too small so that it fitted very snugly but was lined with a very thin coating of lubrication which made the journey of my toes and foot into the darkness easier than I'd imagined. She ensured that there were no air pockets whatsoever, a task that took some time. Then she did the same for my left foot. Walking at this point in time would have been difficult indeed with legs around my ankles! She eased the smooth, tight material up to my knees and bade me to stand up. She continued up to my mid thigh which was when I noticed that there was not only somewhere for my penis to be tucked into, a 'cache sexe' as used by professional 'drag artists' but also a tiny hole where the catheter would be plugged into and a small length of a latex tube which would be inserted into my anus. It glistened with the lubricant coated on its outside. She continued pulling and easing the tight latex higher up my thigh, carefully inserting the catheter and my penis into its recess and securing it. She pulled the rest up and over my bottom smoothing the material around my anus and in-between the crack in my bottom. The very top was thinner and ended just above my rib cage. She walked me over to the mirror so that I could see the lower half. It altered my shape such that you wouldn't notice I was a man. I now had woman's tummy, wider thighs, hips and bottom. She spread my legs with her hands and showed me the details of my pubic hair, labia and vagina. "We're nearly there. In case you were wondering, you even have a vagina as the body part of the suit comes down a little lower. It's not the real depth but it's there." She laughed and smiled at me. "Well that's very useful to know," I replied a small smile on my lips. "Sit down please Simon," she said. She retrieved the upper torso. It too was flesh coloured. The feeling of the extremely tight latex around my lower half felt overwhelmingly sexy. I moved my legs and there wasn't a ripple or blemish to be seen in my new outer skin. You could see the muscle and sinew definition but nothing else. I touched it with my hand, it was warm and smooth and felt remarkably lifelike. It did have some inbuilt features such as it had internal boning on the torso to reduce my waist by six inches and boning on the neck to keep my head up and erect in a haughty manner. Breathing was hard work but possible. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Good isn't it?" said Sara sadistically. "Fantastic." I remarked. She pulled my arms up and manoeuvred and manhandled the material down my arms, wrists, hands, upper torso, neck and around my head. The thin material around my upper torso stuck to the thin material of the lower garment like static forming a smooth seal. The material covering my entire body was now the same thickness all over much thicker but more elastic than that of medium weight rubber more like the stuff used for tights or stockings. I was led over to the large mirror and gazed at my now completely changed body that had just my face poking through like the tableaux on the pier at the seaside. My outer skin made me look like a voluptuously curvaceous woman but bald! I flexed my black fingernailed fingers in front of my unchanged face. I gasped at my reflection that almost wasn't me. "Not finished yet you know," Sara chided me. Sit down over here." This was opposite a table mounted with a lighted mirror. I padded over to it, my hips swaying, breasts jiggling slightly and ass wobbling slightly too. Strange. Sara picked up a limp mask and eased onto my face, securing it too the side of the hood of the suit I was wearing forming a smooth seal. She eased and smoothed it into place hiding my features, replacing them with something different. She stopped to let me catch a glimpse. I stared into my own eyes but now I could no longer see myself. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----