Message-ID: <17689eli$9811302034@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jensen@sphere.8m.com (Jensen Morse) Subject: Erotica Vault story post, Colleagues post 3 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 05:41:05 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: <73dgth$3cl$3@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 3 of 3 The Best FREE Erotic Story Archive on the net :) **************************************** I moved my left hand and waved and the figure in the reflection moved its right hand and waved back. She delicately finished the mask. "Now for the make up, beautiful." she said with a wink and a smile in the direction of my reflection. She placed a long black wig onto the baldpate and secured it. "Head back and eyes open please," she said sternly. She popped a contact lens into each eye, which gave my eyes black irises. I winked at her, my reflection and she winked back, her unnaturally long eyelashes fluttered in front of my eye somewhat disconcertingly. I pouted my full red lips and peered intently down my new long, pointed nose. Sitting in front of the mirror or behind it I wasn't sure was a beautiful woman, staring right back. Bizarre to say the least. "Over here Simone," laughed Sara. I walked over, the suit's dynamics were such that I couldn't help but walk in the manner of a woman. Everything swayed and bounced in the correct manner. The breasts above my thin waist were large and firm looking, the bottom round but fleshy looking to impart movement in my bottom and breasts. Sara stared at me, eyeing me up and down. She pulled out from the wardrobe a long dark blue dress made of velvet. "You're going to need some help with this. Stand over there in the middle of the room," Sara said, pointing. She dragged a chair over behind where I was standing and then stood on it. "Raise your hands in the air," she ordered. She dropped the dress over me and I shimmied and wriggled as she helped me to position the dress. It was a tight fit. It was long sleeved but with the luscious velvet rippling in folds around my wrists and the hem touched the floor. The front was cut in a 'v' from the shoulders to the sternum and the back cut to the small of the back. Feet of the material trailed out behind me on the floor. "Sit." Sara said as if ordering a dog. She picked up a large shoebox and removed a pair of shoes wrapped in tissue paper. Slowly she unwrapped them to reveal a pair of black sandals. She put them on. They had seven-inch steel heels and straps that wound round my calf to just below my knee. A thin strap just behind my toes held them on. I stood up on the spindly heels and gazed majestically around the room stopping and admiring m image in the mirror when I caught sight of it. My it was impressive like something out of a John Willie or Eric Stanton illustration or perhaps more like Morticia Adams! "You look fantastic, Simone!" laughed Sara. "Now for some earrings and some large tacky rings for yur fingers." "Come on downstairs and you can have a little drink and wait for Mistress Christine," she said grabbing me by the hand and leading me downstairs. She mixed me a Gin and tonic in a tall glass. "Wait here. I'll be back soon and then we can go." Purred Sara. I sat for a while sipping my drink and contemplating my predicament. I heard coming down the corridor the stomp stomp stomp of a large pair of boots. I got up and walked to the door to have a look when I was confronted by the enormous figure of a person, who looked down and said in a very deep voice, "Ah there you are. Come on now, Simone, we're off now." He turned and walked out followed by a madly grinning Sara and myself. As we walked out to the car, the monster, a huge man mountain, the spitting image of Lurch, said, "Now we are going to have some fun. You may address me as Lurch but I'm still in charge." It was Mistress Christine dressed as Lurch. Sara was now attired as our latex chauffeur for the evening. We sat next to each other in the back of the car. She explained that the outfit consisted of a built up latex covered exoskeleton and head with the rest of the costume on the top of that. It fitted snugly and had fully working appendages at which remark she attempted to smile but weakly. We all laughed. She complimented my appearance adding that no one had ever worn the woman suit, as she called it, before, that I was the guinea pig. Every so often Sara would look in the rear view mirror and her eyes would burn into me, devouring me with every glance. I felt surprised and flattered by her looks and attention. We eventually stopped at a road blocked by a barrier. Sara dropped us of. It was a private road. It was starting to get dark. The two of us walked down the middle of the well-lit tree lined road. I did occasionally catch the glimpse of a face at a curtained window as the curtain feel back into place. Some people standing outside a front door talking turned to gawp at us. We waived back, smiling. We walked to the end of the road, a cul de sac, until we reached a house surrounded by hedges and with only a gap in them to denote the entrance to a gravel drive down which we crunched slowly. The front of the house was bright with light. As we got to the door it opened and we were greeted by Count Dracula! Mistress Christine handed him a card that she fished out of a jacket pocket. The Count bowed and we walked in and were ushered into a room by the Mummy! Seated and standing in the well appointed room, around a roaring fire, sipping drinks were a Zombie, the Wicked Queen from Snow White, a Werewolf, and Freddy Kruger. A strange combination of people indeed. We were offered some drinks which I gratefully accepted using the best imitation of a husky female voice that I could muster. Lurch smiled at my attempt. From the outside everyone had on regular costumes but I was willing to bet money that what the eye couldn't see was much more interesting. Small talk punctured the sound of clinking and tinkling glasses and ice. The Mummy banged a gong and we were shown to the dining room. There were eight place settings and the characters were arranged with the Count and Mummy at either end of the table and Lurch, the Werewolf and the Wicked Queen on one side and myself, Freddie and the Zombie on the other. The table and chairs were all of solid oak construction and appeared to be Mediaeval in appearance. The cutlery, plates and goblets also gave the same appearance, as did the huge fireplace within which someone could stand up in. Food started to arrive wheeled in on a trolley by the Mummy. Dracula had to help, as the Mummy couldn't use its hands poor thing, they were bound up tight by a grey, discoloured wrapping. Dracula poured me a drink and looked deep into my black eyes, so deep that he overfilled my goblet, which brought about a peel of laughter. Conversations became more animated as the participants became ever filled with the alcohol being avidly consumed by all concerned. Through the course of the meal I learned a little about my horrible dining companions. It seems that this happened every year but at a different location every time and between people who didn't directly know each other. A friend of aquaitances or recommendation by someone you knew. Plus everyone was obliged to wear fancy dress. There were I learned by deduction and guesswork, four women and four men around the table who consisted of two dominants, two subservients, two slaves and a Master and Mistress. I think I knew that I was one of the slaves or thought I was, I wasn't too sure of my exact relationship with Christine. I examined the outward appearance of the guests around the table as well. The Count looked like something out of a thirties horror movie, fangs as well as slicked back black hair. The Mummy was stiff and unable to do much except nod and grunt. She and the Count had something going on, perhaps he the dominant and she, I thought it was a woman, the sub. The Werewolf was very furry all teeth and nails like a lady who lunched except I thought that it was a man under that fur, perhaps a Master, who knows. The partner of this creature appeared to be Freddy Kruger, horrible scarred face, probably a latex mask and large razor talons on the fingers. The striped jumper had seen better days! He had lots of trouble eating, as did the Werewolf, those nails were a nuisance. Freddy was a woman underneath, the movements of the fingers gave that away and she was probably the other slave. Lastly, the Zombie and the Wicked Queen. The Queen perhaps a Dominant woman and the Zombie, tattered clothes, shuffling gait and lack of vocabulary maybe a male sub. I was fascinated to know if anyone of them had on as elaborate a costume as Lurch and me. The meal ended and we adjourned to another room. This was a large but cosy room with a large fireplace and old leather chairs, sofas and a table filled it. The meal itself had been very enjoyable and as I was hungry I consumed most of what was put in front of me given the constriction of my costume and was feeling in a very good mood indeed. I felt in a caprious and playful state of mind. On my way to the room the Count had patted my bottom as had the Werewolf earlier on. Hmm. We were all offered Brandy and cigars, thin cheeroots. Not everyone took one though. I took one and started puffing away on the thing. It didn't smell like any cigar I'd tasted, not very many admittedly but it sure smelled and tasted like weed though. Other substances were offered around as well, tablets and powders. I checked the grandfather clock hidden in the shadows of the room. It wasn't quite yet eleven. The cigar was starting to have an effect on me. I was beginning to get the feeling of paranoia as I was in a strange place amongst people I'd never met and with a strange sense of foreboding building up inside and outside of me. I looked over at Christine but she just smiled back. Dracula picked up some cards and handed them out to everyone, face side downwards. I had an ace as had the Zombie, Freddy and the Mummy. The others had twos. This meant the holders of an ace could decide what the forfeits and the tasks to be done were while those with a two would have to carry out the task and endure the forfeit. My disposition suddenly brightened up. Lurch's face, along with the Wicked Queen's, Dracula's and the Werewolf had suddenly lost some of their glow and knowing smug looks. Someone was looking favourably on the lower orders tonight. Dracula spoke, "No more talking for the rest of the evening." Adding emphasis by putting his fingers to his lips that no one was to talk. He collected the cards into two piles, aces and twos and picked the top one of each pile. An ace of spades and the two of hearts. I had picked the ace of spades the first time, so that was me. The two of hearts was Dracula. What happens next I thought to myself. Everyone turned to look at me. I rose to my feet and walked purposely over to Dracula. I hadn't liked the look of him or his manner despite him being the host. He was too smooth and oily. Not someone I would have shared a meal with. I looked at the faces of the other people in the room as I strode over to him with an exaggerated walk. Hips swaying, one high heeled sandal in front of another as if walking a tightrope. The tension in the room heightened. I stared into his blood red drunken eyes and smiled wickedly at him. Part 6 As I walked up to Dracula I wondered what he'd appreciate the least. I stood before him, somewhat taller than him. I looked down disdainfully at him. I motioned for him to lie on the floor, beneath me, eyes looking up into mine. I squatted and flicking my dress out of the way straddled his face, my knees pining his arms down. All eyes turned toward us. I pinched his nose and his mouth opened. I had been dying to go the toilet for ages, so I peed in his mouth. After a second I stopped pinching his nose but he didn't close his mouth, he just drank the stuff without hesitation. I stopped and got up turning round to see the huge bulge in his trousers. He enjoyed that much to my annoyance. He attempted to rise but my shoe on his head saw that he sunk to the floor. I waggled my finger at him. I pointed to the Werewolf who came over and gesticulated that he jerk Dracula off and swallowed. He looked aghast beneath the fur but complied. I got Dracula to do the same to the Werewolf. Dracula licked his lips as he picked another two cards. They were the same as before! I slapped him on the left check with the flat of my hand. He similed but his check was very red. He looked very surprised at the force of the blow. I pointed at Lurch who rose and came over. By the time I had opened the flies on the trousers, the huge phallus was erect. Dracula looked horrified. Lurch smiled as large a grin as possible. I tapped Dracula on the back of the head and his mouth went to work on Lurch's member. He gagged a few times but swallowed, white liquid dripping from his ruby red lips. He glared at me but sat down quietly. The room was deathly quiet with only the sound of the crackling fire to intrude upon our thoughts. I felt as though things might get worse. I grabbed Lurch's arm and we strode out of the room, down the hall and out of the front door into the chill of the night air. Shambling behind us as fast as it could go was the Mummy. It was a fairly small thing, about five foot two. Legs and arms stiff, torso tightly bound, so seeing as we were in a hurry, I just picked it up in a fireman's lift and the three of us started to move quickly down the gravel drive. Dracula came to the front door followed by the others who just swarmed past him, knocking him over, and out into the night. He shouted and swore, waving his fists, as he lay prone on the ground. One of the guests caught up with us as we were running the street, heels and boots clattering as the mob of monsters moved down the lighted street. "We don't half look a sight," said Freddy. I laughed and said, "What will the neighbours say!" "Am I glad to be out of there," said the Witch Queen. Doors and curtains twitched as we progressed down the road. At the barrier was the familiar sight of the car and Sara with the doors open, the soft light of the interior beckoning us in. "Does anyone require a lift," said Christine in a concerned tone of voice. Everyone said no except the Mummy who nodded its head up and down vigorously. We bundled into the car, the Mummy in the middle. The car drove off quickly, back through a now sleeping London. The car was silent for a while. Then Christine said, "You know something. I've never liked that man. I've been to his parties a few times and I've hated every one. Other's fine, him no. He always has that card routine and it always ends in tears for someone. This time it was him. Thank you for that." She kissed me on the check. I blushed but you couldn't see but might have felt the heat. Sara smiled in the mirror. "Who is the Mummy?" She asked. "No idea," we both chorused. "I think it's the host's partner." I replied. "It was." said Christine matter of factly. "I don't think there was any love lost between the two of them. "She added. The Mummy nodded. It lent over and brushed what would have been it's lips on my check. It gently raised a mummified hand and gently stroked my lips with the tip of the appendage. "It's a she, right?" I asked. "Yes it is a woman." Said Christine. "What about all this wrapping then? Let's take it off now." I said impatiently, longing to see the face underneath. "No we'll wait till we get home. It's too difficult to remove here. We need more space." Replied Christine. "Point taken." I said. It was odd but at that moment in the back of the car I felt perhaps for the first time in my life a sense of belonging. Whether it was the situation we had just been in or the presence of a stranger who I couldn't see next to me but felt some strange bond with, I wasn't sure but something had happened. Christine didn't seem so frosty now and Sara even exuded an air of bonhomie about her. The car sped onwards through the night. Every so often the Mummy would turn to look at me and I could feel her eyes on me even though her vision was obscured by the bandages wound tightly around her head. She couldn't hear very well if at all because an attempt by me to whisper in her ear was a fruitless exercise. At last we arrived back at Mistress Christine's house. I must remember to call her that. At this moment in time it feels somehow too formal, too strict. Once inside the safe environs of her large house we headed down to the cellar. "I'll be glad to get out of this thing." Said Mistress Christine once we'd reached the main room of the cellar, a room of large dimensions and lined with a soft substance that absorbed the sound of her voice. "It's heavy. Come on Sara give me a hand. Simon, see if you can manage the Mummy. You know I've never seen what she really looks like. She's always been covered up in some way shape or form. "Sara and Christine went over to one side of the room while the Mummy and I went over to the other side. I smiled at the Mummy. I looked the body up and down, a short body, but long legs, female in shape. Underneath all those bandages I imagined something lovely waiting to emerge like a butterfly from its cocoon. I looked for some way to get a handhold. Nothing. I looked a little closer at the feet of the Mummy. She leaned on me as I bent her leg in order to look at the underside and noticed that some of the wrapping had been damaged. After a minute of furious tugging and nearly causing the Mummy to fall over, I managed to remove some of the material. It had been soaked in something in order to make it sticky and easier to mould to the shape underneath. I started pulling and unwinding and eventually removed the wrapping from both legs. It revealed a gleaming shapely white pair of latex legs, wearing white ankle high ballet boots. The flat part of the feet had been fake and filled with sand to make walking more difficult. I looked over at Sara and Christine and saw that Christine had been divested of her outer garment and appeared nude, except that she was outwardly a man, flesh coloured latex encasing her female form. The big boots she had worn had acted as stilts so she was still the same height as me but very much broader around the chest and arms with a large penis nestling ominously between her legs. I turned back to strange shape before me and resumed my task with renewed vigour and relish at seeing what was going to take shape before me. After some careful examination of the wrapping I found a loose piece of cloth and began unwinding again. By the time I'd finished, both Sara, now divested of her uniform and Christine had come over to see the unveiling. Under the bright lights of the cellar, the white catsuit was like the light from a Renaissance Angel. Beatific and angelic, illuminating our awe-struck faces as we worshipped at the shrine of Latex. She stood about six-foot in her towering heels but I could examine back of the hood without too much difficulty as I now towered over them all. The hood was locked on by small padlocks, as was her neck and waist corset, cover over her crotch and the boots. Her arms ended in thumbless mittens. No way for her to get out of all that. Sara disappeared and then reappeared with some lock picks! We tried them and hey presto! the locks on her boots were opened. Eventually the locks from all her secured clothing were opened and the undressing began. The dildoes attached to the crotch strap were heavily coated and smelt pungently of the activity in her groin. She gasped for breath when we removed the huge gag from her mouth and could hear us when the earplugs were removed. She smiled and hugged as when she was divested of all her accoutrements. She told us her name was Tina and that she had been the hosts secretary and mistress, he was married but the wife living in ignorance. She was owned by her boss but had wanted to break free as she his treatment of her had been getting harsher and harsher and ever since the first year together she'd never felt comfortable, just trapped. The man was a bully and we had turned up like the proverbial cavalry. I began to tell her of my situation but Christine cut me dead with a look and word. I thought about shouting it out but decided for some reason not too bother. The sight of Tina made me slack jawed. She had short-cropped blonde hair and a wonderfully proportioned body which just oused sexuality. I had to stick around now. Christine looked at me and winked. I was surprised. Tina asked if she could stay a couple of days to think things through for a while. She didn't have anywhere to stay as she lived in a flat above the office and didn't have any possessions as he had denied her any only what was provided by him. She was his slave, at work and at play. "Let's do something, um, interesting," said Christine. "Something I've been meaning to try for ages." Sara undressed me and then we all wondered out into the corridor and off into another room of the large, labyrinthine cellar. The suits that Christine and I were wearing intrigued Tina and they had initially fooled her until now. The room we entered had a seesaw in it as well as a bed. Some kind of rack, a Saint Andrews cross and various other wood, steel and leather made apparatus littered the place like sculptures in a gallery. Hanging down from the ceiling and stacked on the walls on hooks or perhaps hidden behind some of the impressive cupboards were other items. "Ok Sara I need you to help me out of this and then dress me in something more appropriate for a woman of my position," commanded Christine imperiously. "Tina you can help Simone out of that gear. Be careful now, I don't want it ruined otherwise they'll be hell to pay," she said with a huge grin on her latex face. It took Sara and Tina some time to remove our outer skins but eventually we were free only Christine was by now next door, away from our prying and curious eyes. Tina looked me up and seemed quite pleased with what she saw as she nodded appreciatively and walked around me as I circled her to get a better and closer view. We both smiled and started laughing. Just then in walked Christine, resplendent in a black leather corset, black thigh high six-inch stiletto heeled boots, a black leather neck corset and long black leather gloves. Behind her tottered Sara similarly attired, bald head glinting under the bright lights of the room and held high and proud, chin jutting forward, breasts jiggling and bouncing as she moved each thigh high ballet boot carefully in front of her. This one though ended in shiny steel points the width of a stiletto heel. Her hands were encased in leather mittens which were pointed keeping her hand flat and the neck corset reached under and supported her chin. The corset around her middle reached from her hips to just supporting her breasts and was heavily boned with steel stays on the outside, as was her neck corset. "Ah, my little beauties. It looks as though you two are getting on very well. Hmm. I'll have to change my plans for tonight then. Sara, go and fetch the trolley with their attire on it for me. If you would be so kind." She said with a cruel sneer on her red lips. Sara hobbled out, click clacking on the stone floor. Tina and I stood, naked, feeling vulnerable before the imperious gaze of Mistress Christine. "Well, kneel before me and kiss my boots dears," she said sternly. We rushed forward and knelt to kiss her shiny, pointed boots. "Lovely asses. Raise them up for me." She commanded. I felt the air move as two crops swished through the air and connected with our buttocks issuing a sharp 'smack'. She stepped back. "Stay," she said as if commanding a dog. She walked around us. Just then the trolley trundled in, wheels squeaking loudly amidst the silence of the dungeon. "Dress each other please." She said. We helped each other into the items. A heavily boned leather corset each. Knee high leather ballet boots which ended in a metal point. "Stay there you two while I see to Sara. Don't move." She said calmly. The seesaw was made of metal, each arm consisting of parallel tubes with springs that affixed to the floor and ceiling. Sara lay on the arms on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Christine forced a huge hard red rubber ball gag into Sara's mouth and did it up very tightly, the straps marking Sara's face, her eyes wide and moist. She raised Sara and laced her up into a stout leather arm binder, the end of which she fastened to the seesaw's arms. Sara's head and shoulders were supported by nothing but the air around her. A three-foot spreader bar was fastened to her booted ankles and the middle of the bar connected with another bar to the arms of the seesaw. Then some vicious nipple clamps with sprung weights were attached to her hard jutting nipples. Lastly two double-ended dildoes were inserted into Sara's anus and vagina. The vaginal one had a stop that abutted to Sara's crotch. Christine walked over to the other end and pulled the see saw up then down. Sara rose in the air about three foot then down three feet, her pointed boots touching the floor just before her head did, absorbing the impact and scraping on the floor. Her body juddered with the movement of the arm, vibrations transmitted by the springs on the structure but also the bouncing weights on her nipples. She gasped and wheezed as drool escaped from her stuffed mouth. Tina and both exchanged hurried and excited glances tinged on my part with a little bit of fear as well. Tina was just excited. "Now your turn. You do make a lovely couple," said Christine, brightly. I walked, as directed by Christine, gingerly over to the seesaw on the tips of my toes. I sat down on the arm of the seesaw first facing away from the middle. Then Tina came over, expertly I might add in her boots, and sat opposite me, legs around my waist and dangling down, right on the end of the arm. Spreader bars were attached to our boots and then secured via a single bar each to the arm. Then connecting nipple clamps were placed on each of us with small sprung loaded weights. We were squashed together. I could now feel the warmth of her breasts pressing tightly to my chest. Our arms were behind each other's back and secured in leather arm binders, the ends of which had 'D' rings which were then secured to the seesaw. Now she produced a two-headed hood that she put on both of us. It laced and zipped up the back, making for a very snug fit. They were joined by means of a single tube coming out of each mouth. Each mask had a built in gag but with one bulb that connected to the tube separating us, that Christine squeezed with glee. She ensured the nostril plug fitted snugly. The four steel coated breathing tubes joined together to form one which then led into a rebreather bag, the valve of which started to flutter once we were connected up. She wasn't quite finished though. Oh no. Now Christine manhandled my penis into a rubber phallus that she secured to my waist then got Tina to slide into her moist vagina. It slipped in easily. Pressed up against her clitoris was a small rubber nodule. Then Christine rudely inserted a double-ended butt plug into both of our bottoms. That was snug and felt strange, as did the phallus. This was because they were both filled with mercury that produced the most delightful sensations. Christine went over to Sara and switched on the dildoes and then did the same for us. She then strapped a dildo on and climbed on, pushing the dildo into Sara and then sitting on the other and sighing as she lowered herself onto it. Part 7 Staring back at me were Tina's excited eyes. I found it hard to breathe as the corset was crushing my ribs with its vicious steel boning and the neck corset gripped like a garrotte. My feet and toes ached as well being crammed into pointed ballet boots. My nipples burned with exquisite pain as the weights bounced up and down. We dare not move too far apart as a small chain linked our nipples. Her thighs wrapped around my waist and her chest crushed against mine. My anus was filled with a rubber butt plug and my penis gripped inside its own rubber-spiked prison of a phallus. I breathed as deeply as I could through my nose and tried to look down at the rebreather bag which was located just below my chin. It shuddered and collapsed with the uneven breathing of the two of us connected up to it, never growing to its full round shape. I looked into Tina's eyes and then down at the bag. She did the same. Our eyes met again and she winked. We synchronised our breathing and the bag was now collapsing and expanding evenly. Our end of the seesaw moved upwards and ripples and vibrations juddered through our bodies as the springs tightened and twanged their metallic melody. The judders and vibrations of the seesaw movement was beginning to have it's effect on us. Up and down it went, remorselessly bouncing my bottom and shoving the butt plug deep into me. Bouncing on my thighs was Tina, gripping the dildo that went in and out of her sopping vagina as the seesaw went up and down. The very act of her squeezing and then releasing the phallus, pressed and then released the little rubber spikes in contact with my rock hard penis. Up and down it went. The weights torturing my nipples with their unpredictable movement. The vibrations from the springs were intense. My muscles began to tense up, bunch, contract and expand of their own accord. Every time our end of the arm reached the bottom of its arc my poor toes were crunched in the bottom of my severe ballet boots. My tendons and toes were hurting like hell, not to mention my nipples. Opposite me Tina was tensing and relaxing, her breathing becoming more and more erratic. I could see her tendons and muscles so prominent that she looked as she'd been turned inside out. Then from somewhere in the room I heard an almighty scream that wrenched the air like thunder on a hot muggy day. I could feel myself about to explode. In front of me Tina's eyes looked like they would pop out of her head as she came and then I did. The movement stopped as Christine had got up and the tips of our boots hit the floor. We were released but couldn't walk because we were both so wobbly and exhausted. Once divested of our garments we could all see each other's huge smiles and grins. Muscles tired and aching but minds relaxed and joyous. Sara showed Tina and I to the room we were going to sleep in. She bade me lie on the bed and strapped my wrists and ankles with sheepskin lined leather cuffs. Underneath me was a white latex sheet and under my head a white latex covered pillow. Tina was told to lie on top of me with her head where my crotch was and her pert, peach shaped bottom over my head. Sara then secured Tina by the wrists and ankles and then eased us into some interesting underwear. Each was made of latex with breathing tubes leading to rebreather bags and then secured tightly so that no light could enter. My nose was firmly wedged against Tina's anus and my mouth below her fragrant vagina and still engorged clitoris. Her vagina was still wet and so my face was getting wet with her. Her breasts with their still hard nipples were pressed against my stomach, while Sara had placed Tina above my limp penis. Sara left the room and turned out the light. I wasn't as tired as I thought I'd be due the feverish activity of my mind and the desirable woman resting on top of my and whose wondrous odour that pervaded my senses. Tina wasn't too tired either. I licked her lips then probed my tongue into her wet vagina, tasting her sweetness. She started to lick and tease my turgid penis with her wicked tongue. Somewhere I heard a moan as I licked around and then on her clitoris. Strangely I could feel her nipples getting even harder. Now I plunged my tongue into her gaping vagina as far as I could which meant that my nose sunk into her anus, giving me a huge whiff of her excreta. It was all heady stuff. My temples were throbbing and now my penis was hard again. Tina's thigh gripped my head and I felt as if she was going to crush my poor, fug filled head. We both came loudly and powerfully. I feel asleep not long afterwards and felt a heavy head resting on my groin. I'd wanted to get close to this woman I'd only recently met but maybe not this close! Like most men of my age I dreamed during the night that a beautiful woman was giving me a blowjob and I that I was reciprocating and giving her a good tonguing. It was true because I awoke with a start to realise that I'd come and that my tongue was aching as if I'd been talking in my sleep all night. I drifted back to sleep and once again like a lot of men my age I awoke with a raging hardon but found it being licked and caressed by the most expert of tongues. I started to lick and probe the vagina suspended above me. The taste and smell was a rich combination. I gently bit the clitoris that elicited a startled squeal from the area of my groin. I suddenly felt her teeth scrapping along the head of my penis that caused me a sharp intake of breath. We continued to lick and tease, probe and plunge, bite and tongue each other until we both came and collapsed in fits of stifled giggles. After a hearty breakfast all four of us, wearing dressing gowns of silk and having showered, went out into the huge walled garden and off to a small building at the bottom of it. Once inside, Sara helped herself and me to get ready while Christine helped Tina. I had to wear a tight fitting leather catsuit with a waist and neck corset on underneath and a leather hood with only holes for my nostrils and eyes. On my feet were knee high boots with no heel and with a hoof shaped sole with a horseshoe on the bottom. I was thus walking on tiptoe. My arms were bound to the sides of my body. My penis was stuffed into a huge, long thin phallus. My mouth was filled with a gag that had a phallus on the outside. Sara pumped up the gag, filling my mouth with rubber. The leather was very soft and fitted closely. Sara meanwhile had the same on except that her hood was shaped like a horse's head, complete with a long flowing main and her mouth stuffed with a bridle and bit. On her feet were the same sort of boots I was wearing. The sole was six inches high. Her arms were bound to her side. I stood behind her and was told to insert the curved penis gag into her anus. Christine and Tina lugged a big box over, which looked heavy. They unpacked it. Metal tubes piled up on the floor. Tina was wearing a black latex catsuit with an anal butt plug with curved dildo protruding obscenely from her bottom like a stiff tail. Her masked face was spoilt by a phallus where her mouth was and tubes from her nostrils that went into a rebreather bag. A strange framework was built using the tubular metal. Sara and I stood still while they laboured Sara getting more agitated by the presence of the anal intruder. The framework was secured to us using various fitting points built into each of our suits. We resembled a very strange looking creature indeed. Then Tina ducked below me, grabbed me round the waist with her legs and put her hands straight up in front of Sara. Christine secured them to the frame and placed them into a latex single hand glove. My large penis was inserted into her vagina and the anal dildo into my anus. Her legs were then secured to the frame, astride of the lower half of my torso. I was filled with rubber. Tina was filled with rubber and Sara was filled with rubber and metal. Pump up blindfolds were then placed over my eyes and Tina's eyes, plunging us into darkness. Then a leather covering was put over the three of us followed by a saddle that was fastened underneath Tina transforming us into a pantomime horse! Christine was to be the rider, red latex jacket, white latex jodhpurs, black hard hat and shiny black leather riding boots with spurs and a vicious riding crop that swished menacingly in the cool air of morning. Christine put her boot into the stirrups and mounted the horse. With my back bent she felt heavy. The crop lashed my leg as she pulled on the reins. We moved forward at a walk. On the path our feet clipped clopped on the flagstones. The spurs dug into my thighs and I tried to pick up the speed. We moved into a canter. I couldn't see in front of me. I had to trust the rider and the head of the 'horse'. Christine pulled up with the reins and I bumped into Sara. My back was aching with the strain but the tightness of the corset at least stopped my back from bending! By the end of half an hour we were being made to jump over some small hurdles. We trotted around again. I could feel Tina squeezing my latex covered penis as if cracking a nut. The dildo in my anus was being shoved relentlessly back and forth. In and out. My head was bobbing up and down, forcing the penis in and out of Sara's anus. All the while Tina's head was being crushed and then squashed by Sara's thighs and bottom. I ached all over but I could feel myself about to explode. This was too much to bear. I came grunting and growling into the gag, the air expelled from my lungs, my legs weak and wobbly with bearing the weight and trying to trot. Sara screamed with pleasure, as did Tina whose breath I could barely feel on my leather sheathed face. Lunch was eaten in the kitchen in a convivial atmosphere. Then we were all dressed up to go out for a stroll in the wind and rain of a miserable Sunday afternoon. We had on mackintoshes, waders, catuits, gloves, hoods, socks, and layers of clothing to keep out the cold. I was wearing a catsuit with socks and gloves and built in hood and penile sheath. Stuck around the rear was an anal sheath which lined my anus with soft rubber. Then a second, thicker suit was donned followed by waders and thick rubber gloves. Then gas masks were fastened on. Each of us was now in our own self contained world. Lastly the mackintoshes with sou-westers. We ended up somewhere isolated. Christine grabbed me by the hand and said in a seductive voice, "Follow me." We walked a short distance. Christine pulled me to the floor on tope of her. She opened her coat revealing a shiny, skin-tight catsuit underneath. She pulled down the crotch zip and unzipped the short zips over her breasts. Transparent latex covered nipples peeked provocatively through the black surroundings. This was a surprise but not as much as the sight of her transparent latex covered vaginal lips which were pink and fleshy underneath. My latex covered penis was as hard and rigid as a crowbar. I could hear my own breathing, loudly in my ears and saw the valves on her gasmask fluttering. I rolled her erect nipples with my fingers. Slowly. Squeezing them gently. She was panting and the skin colour had gone a deeper shade of pink. I rubbed her latex lined vagina with my fingers and noticed it was lubricated. She grabbed my waist and guided me into her. I plunged in and was gripped by powerful vaginal muscles. They squeezed as I plunged. In and out. She rotated her hips and then thrust upwards as I thrust down. Up and down. Then I could feel the semen welling up inside waiting to be expelled. I came with an almighty shout and scream that nearly burst my eardrums with the gasmask. Christine did the same seconds after me. She gripped my bottom so hard I thought she would rip the rubber from my body. We met up with the others again. Beneath their masks were big smiles. Then we frolicked in the cold. Wandering in the woods, larking about in the mud. Then we walked home with joyous hearts and springs in our steps. The rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing, reading and chatting. Evening approached and we all sat down to a meal prepared by Sara. I was wearing full evening dress. White tie top hat and tails. In latex! Sara was in a full ball gown as was Tina and Christine. Sara in blue, Tina in red and Christine in black. They were strapless with corset bodices, matching long gloves and yards of latex billowing all around their legs. On their feet were matching six inch high heels. Undergarments were matching latex stocking, knickers, bra and corsets. All latex. Around their fine and slender necks were stainless steel necklaces that fitted perfectly. It was delicious and warming. We all prepared to retire to bed. Christine took us all aside into the library where a roaring fire was crackling and popping, throwing weird shadows onto the wall opposite. "Now. You two guests. I have a proposition for you. I like you both and Sara likes both of you. I'm in need to some more staff to help run this place. I can't be expected to look after it all on my own. Now don't worry about things like your jobs or residences. I will pay you double what you're currently getting and in addition I'll provide board, lodgings and uniforms. Of my choosing of course." She smiled indulgently at both of us. "You'll be expected to help. Simon, you'll be driver and handyman. Tina will be chambermaid and handywoman. Basically everyone chips in. On the other hand I can get Sara to run the two of you home and you'll never see or hear from me again. I'm going to leave where I'm working at the moment anyway. I'll have some proper employment contracts drawn up for you too tomorrow. What do you say?" She asked looking directly at us. Staring deep into our souls. I turned to look at Tina. She looked at me. I looked around me at Sara, Christine, the warm room with it's crackling fire and it's warm glow lighting our faces. In unison we replied, "Yes!" -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----