Sunday, July 22, 2012

Adventures In Rubber (Chapter 15) SeXStoRY

Chapter 15 Mr. Dodds pulled out of his pocket a small vial, and opening it, dropped several large pink and blue capsules onto his palm. "I hope you enjoy this my love," he muttered under his breath, "it was a deal of trouble getting these." He opened each capsule and poured the contents into the funnel at the end of Mandy's stomach-tube. This done, he picked up the plastic pitcher he had brought downstairs. He poured the thick liquid into the funnel. "Carnation's best, my love, bon appetite!," he said, though he knew she could hear nothing. As he poured, he watched the figure stuck immobile upon the slab, her stomach moving visibly. "She's full now, I'll bet," he muttered. Setting the half empty pitcher in the corner, he removed the tube from its connection on the mask, and headed for the sprayer. The equipment that Mr. Dodds wheeled over to Mandy's motionless side appeared to be a common paint sprayer, and was, except for minor modifications to the spray-gun. It was a contractor type, with one hose to the air compressor, and one that dipped into the paint bucket. In this case, however, the label on the five gallon bucket read: ACME 1 Part Latex Molding Compound --> ask for it by name <-- After listening to Mandy's breathing and looking over various fittings once more, he went to work. He turned on the compressor and donned a filtered respirator to protect himself from the spray. Soon, a smooth coating of latex rubber began to build up on the statuesque female form stuck to the slab. It covered everything: the blindfold, the mouth fitting and the seams of her suit, with a glossy black shine. When he had a smooth coat applied, he waited several minutes for the volatile carrier to evaporate. He knelt down, running his hands over the now-dry coating. It was a perfect coating of rubber, smooth and flexible, and it partially glazed over all the little seams and imperfections, creating a seamless glossy covering. The chest of his sculpture rose and fell as the living woman inside breathed slowly and deeply, at the insistence of the respirator whirring in the corner. He stepped back and began the next coat. In her rubber confinement, Mandy was slowly cooling off from the exercise of coming downstairs. She was amazed at how rigidly Mr. Dodds had managed to fasten her down. She decided that he must have actually glued her suit to something. He definitely gets to buy me a few new suits, she told herself. After a while, she felt a pressure building in her stomach. He must be feeding me something, she thought. This is silly- why couldn't he have fed it to me before I suited up. Unless... unless it's something he thinks I wouldn't normally eat, but that's dumb- he's seen me eat raw oysters, what could be worse than that? Ugh, I don't want to think about that, I have too colorful an imagination. Then she remembered the over-size enema tube and plug. Shit! she thought, what if he's planning on leaving me in this thing for... god, how long COULD he leave me in here? He didn't catheterize me- I hope he knows what he's doing... damn, what if I have to piss? The tube in her gullet soon became warm, and her stomach protested slightly as it became full. I really hope it's nothing nasty, she thought, god knows what he's thought of this time. Whatever it was, it kept coming, and soon her stomach was becoming uncomfortably full. By the time the flow into her stomach had stopped, she felt positively bloated, as if she had overindulged at Thanksgiving dinner. Presently, she felt a slight chill through the suit. Perhaps he was washing her, she thought. A little later, she felt it again, but not as strongly. She noticed, after a while, that her confinement seemed slightly stiffer. She couldn't move much, but she could flex her stomach muscles, and wriggle a little, so she did, the slimy oil inside her suit squelching past her crotch as she did so. She shuddered as the little warts inside the breast cups stimulated her nipples. She was certain now. Her suit was definitely much stiffer. She could feel some resistance to her breathing, but the mask and breathe-through gag pumped air steadily, filling her lungs and emptying them, so she had no anxiety about being able to breathe. Nonetheless, a little thrill ran through her, as she wondered what Dodds could be doing. She had no idea how long he would leave her in this helpless condition, but she was certain he wouldn't let her get bored. All she could do was wait. She felt a little wave of internal heat run through her. Damn, but she was horny. Mr. Dodds was delighted to find the latex coatings drying faster than he had expected. He was up to the fourth coat now, and Mandy's form was now a permanent part of the rubber-covered slab, joining with it smoothly where she lay upon it. The thick layer of rubber made a smooth, continuous armor coating over her suit. When the fifth coat was applied, he shut off the compresser, pushing the equipment back into the corner. Once more he checked Mandy's breathing, and briefly grabbed her crotch and squeezed gently. A very faint moan issued from within the rubber sculpture. He left the room. For quite a while, the room was quiet, except for the even pumping of the respirator, and the sighing of air through the hoses. Then Mr. Dodds returned, leading in the bewildered pair of "Flora" and "Jason", though neither could say now for certain who was which. When the slab with the strange woman-shape came into view, they both stopped and stared. A long, waist-high table of glossy black material supported a female statue made from the same ebon substance. Her form was exquisite, if of unlikely proportions. Huge conical breasts jutted up from the supine figure, and an oversized mons bulged between her legs. The sculpture's form flowed smoothly into the table, showing no seam or sign of fastening. The table was obviously designed to tilt, being supported by an axle at the center, and having a single rod-shaped support attached under it, which disappeared into a large box on the floor. Small wires ran from the tip of each breast, and from her large mound, to another, smaller, box on the floor. The effect was literally that of an avant-garde sculpture, something from a modern art museum perhaps, except that they KNEW someone was inside. "Well, my pretty pair, what do you think? In case you're wondering, there really is someone inside that. It would make a fine piece of art, don't you think? They could put it on permanent display at the Museum of Modern Art in New York. The person inside is quite alright, however, and is probably having a hard time keeping calm, as I've taken certain steps to ensure a very distracting, yet... pleasurable, stay." Flora and Jason looked on in amazement, wondering anew just who was in the other's costume, and which of them had the misfortune (or was it fortune?) to be entombed within the solid rubber statue. By this time, they'd gotten the idea that Mr. Dodds, however kinky, had no desire to cause them harm, and besides, they could both see the breathing hoses connected to an expensive looking hospital respirator, although only the real Flora knew with certainty what it was. Each of them secretly wished that it was they who were trapped in the close confines of the sculpture, and wondered what "steps" Dodds had taken to make it "pleasurable" for the sculptee. "Enough gawking," announced Dodds, as he clipped "Flora's" armbinder to a wall-hook. "Jason, please get up here." He was standing next to a large hospital-style table with a thin mattress on it, which he patted, as he looked pointedly at Flora. After Flora did as she was told, Dodds proceeded to fasten "Jasons" harness to the rails of the bed, metal clips attaching to the d-rings on her harness. Since there were straps with d-rings every few inches on her torso, arms and legs, even her head, it took some time before "Jason" was firmly anchored to the bed. Mr. Dodds also attached leather straps between "Jasons" legs, and between her arms and body. When these were tightened, she was held rigidly in place. He released a catch, and the table tilted forward, providing her with a splendid view of the rest of the proceedings. With the gag filling her mouth, "Jason" was hardly in a position to complain. She wondered what Mr. Dodds had in mind for the chromed dildo fixed firmly over her mouth. She imagined Mandy using something like it on her, and became instantly wet with desire. While "Jason" squirmed, Mr. Dodds led "Flora" to a small platform with a long rod sticking up from it. Small metal clamps on the platform mated with his boots at heel and toe, fastening them rigidly to the floor. A turn of a thumbscrew allowed the telescoping core of the rod to reach up to "Flora's" ass. The threaded end was snaked through the hole in the girdle, and mated neatly with the socket in the dildo. With a few turns of Dodd's wrist, the rod was secure. With the rigid steel boots immovable, the rod now impaling his bottom, and the stiff corset clamping his waist, "Flora" found it quite impossible to move, other than with a slight bend at the hips. "There!" remarked Mr. Dodds, "I think we are ready for the Grand Exhibit. I wanted you to be in a receptive frame of mind for this, to better appreciate what you are seeing. Flora, you ought to find this especially interesting, in light of your recent ordeal on Mandy's clever little treadmill. "The person under those layers of rubber is, of course, my occasional slave and lover, Mandy. What you must understand is that Mandy has been my slave for quite a few more years than you and she have been together. She has undergone tests of physical endurance that you cannot even imagine. This will be one of the more enjoyable ones. Perhaps I should explain what I have done. "The sculpture you see before you is composed of a layer of rubber about a quarter-inch thick. It completely covers the thick latex suit Mandy has on under it. It also bonds her body quite immovably to the platform beneath her. The suit has been heavily modified. It is not very tight, and I've lubricated it inside with about three liters of silicone oil, allowing her to move slightly with effort, or if for example, we were to tilt the table. Heh. "The suit has little rubber warts lining the breast cups and the crotch area. I'm sure you're both aware how sensitive Mandy's nipples are." At this, "Jason" squirmed still more within her tight bondage. "In addition," continued Mr. Dodds, "there's a thick dildo in her lovely little quim, and a large enema plug up her rear. The helmet is equipped with an inflated surgical breathing mask, a gag, padded eyes, and padded ears. In addition, her ears are stuffed with foam ear-plugs, so that she is completely isolated from sound. The breathing hose is connected to this respirator apparatus so that we may regulate what and how much she breathes. "She can see, hear, and smell nothing whatsoever. She can feel only a slight friction if she wriggles within the confines of the suit. She has been in this state for several hours, so by now she will be just a little wonky from sensory deprivation. I'll now supply her with enough stimulation to more than make up for it, however." So saying, he walked over and flipped the switch on the box below the table. Immediately, it began to hum, and the arm coming out of it began to push and pull, tilting the table slowly back and forth, through an arc of almost ninety degrees. Mr. Dodds continued his speech. "I want you both to imagine what sort of strong mind it takes to endure the sort of sexual intensity I intend to treat her to. Flora, you can probably best appreciate what she will experience, but I assure you, this will be quite a bit more thorough an treatment than you received. Here is another detail of her situation. "I'm sure you've both noticed the somewhat exaggerated shape of her breasts and crotch-mound. These are small but powerful vibrators which have been molded into the suit with her, one over each breast and one at the crotch. They are plugged into THIS." He pointed to the control box. "Let's give her a small sample, shall we?" Here he reached down and flicked the switch on the other small box on the floor. A small pilot lamp glowed. They could hear no change over the humming from the motor on the floor, nor could they see any movement in the strange shape on the slab, other than the rhythmic tilting of the platform, but each gave a small shudder as they imagined the feelings that had to be coursing through Mandy's helpless body inside. After a long minute or two, Mr. Dodds turned everything off. -=*=- Mandy panicked a little as she felt herself tipping, afraid she was about to be dropped on her head, but whatever was moving her, soon swung back the other way, and her lubricated body slid down towards her feet. In a way, this was worse, as the fiendish accessories of the rubber suit mindlessly made love to her body. As her weight slid down, the rippled dildo gently f***ed its way into her vagina, filling her delightfully. Since she was swimming in slippery silicone oil, she was powerless to prevent this, even if she had wanted to. Then too, the little rubber warts lining the breast cups and crotch area teased her nipples and fondled her clitoris. She felt the heat rushing to her privates and her pulse throbbing in her head. She moaned with delight. Then she was swaying back, slithering tightly into the head and shoulders of her rubber prison, the bumps and rods reversing their sensuous motion. She realized that for some reason, she was becoming increasingly aroused, more sexually aware than she could remember ever having been. Her attention had narrowed to include just her skin, her breasts, and her crotch. He must have d**gged me again, she thought... something special, although my head feels clear. She tried to think of other things, but all that came to mind was a collage of previous sessions, other bizarre treatments she had received at Mr. Dodds hands. Her thoughts drifted back to her early days with him, when he had first begun her training. He had made her put on his first gift to her- a custom made, elegant rubber evening dress, and had taken her out to the latest trendy dinner theatre. Despite the sexual feeling the dress gave her, or perhaps because of it, she had been a little embarrassed, an emotion she was not used to feeling. Perhaps it was because he had insisted she remain naked beneath the dress. During dinner he had kicked off a shoe and masturbated her with his toes beneath the concealing table cloth. She had only barely managed to conceal her climax from the other patrons and the ever-attendant waiter. Suddenly a new sensation snapped her back to the present. Powerful vibrations were coursing through her chest and crotch. Her pelvis involuntarily tried to arch upwards to meet a non-existent lover, and her nipples swelled still further within their cups. Her breasts felt as if they had little motors inside them, the vibrations were so strong. As her slave Flora had often wondered in the past, so now did Mandy: "How much more of this am I going to have to take?" She tried again to let her mind wander, but her situation now was entirely too distracting. She let herself go with the motions, and it was with great relief that she felt her first orgasm building. Almost immediately the vibrations, the rocking motions ceased. She screamed into the mask, cursing silently, wondering how Dodds could have known. She was blind with lust now, wanting anything, anything at all to satisfy her. She tensed in her rigid rubber prison, trying to rub against her suit, to mack up and down a bit on the rods filling her, but to no avail. Flora and Jason, even Mr. Dodds, could see nothing of this, and although Mr. Dodds had a very good idea how excited a state his slave was in, his frustrating her imminent climax for the second time that day had been pure luck. He smiled, reviewing in his mind what he had in store for his slaves. He walked to the respiration equipment and reached for a valve on one of the tanks. "And now, the piece de resistance..." He put on his best "lecturing" smile. "Maybe I'm getting jaded in my old age, but I'm just not satisfied any more with simple mechanical stimulation. True, rubber and leather and bondage are wonderful things, but I've been experimenting with new ideas. "Tonight, Mandy will experience the culmination of two years of investigation. In the past, Mandy's sensuality, her desperate sexual and fetish needs have been her strength... she could turn any of my torments to her own pleasure. But never before have I tampered directly with her mind as well as with her body. "Tonight, rather than discomfort, she will undergo the most intense sexual stimulation of her life. Everything else she has felt this weekend will pale by comparison. "If she survives with her mind intact, she will have proved herself to be the finest slave in my experience, as well as a stern mistress." "I've a few other touches as well. Half way through my preparations for this little show, it occurred to me that it would be a waste not to use her rotating bondage board for something, so I tied her enema bag to it. Set to a slow speed, it will alternately empty and fill her bowels, rather quickly, as the wheel rotates 'round. He turned the valve under his hand, then turned the other. No obvious changes occurred, and only Dodds could know what reactions might be occurring inside the rubber sculpture. "Let me explain what I have just done", he continued. "This tank is full of nitrous oxide, or laughing gas. The other is filled with pure oxygen. Automatic timers will switch between the two, alternately clearing her head and making her higher than a kite, every ten minutes. "The nitrous mixture is set thin enough so that she will merely feel giddy and euphoric, rather than too drowsy. I've done this in the past with several other slaves with great success. It seems to calm them down in between climaxes, allowing them to recover just slightly. But today, I intend to outdo myself. We all know that Mandy is very much multi-orgasmic. Now I intend to see just how many climaxes she can survive! "But wait, there's more, there's more!" Dodds actually giggled, while barely managing to not quite sound like a television commercial. He was really enjoying himself. "Several months ago, a friend of mine in the medical field heard of a new anti-depressant d**g being tested in Canada. It's called Chlomipramine. It worked, more or less, but patients on whom it was being tested began to complain of excessive sex drive, and spontaneous orgasms. It would seem the Canadians have stumbled across the world's first true aphrodesiac. I have tried it myself, and when taken in quantity, it's effects are startling. "Oh, it's a bit of a stimulant, although it's quite harmless really, but as a side effect, it makes one so randy, so impossibly horny, everything else takes a back seat until you get satisfaction. When I first tried it on a slave with whom I was out driving, she nearly caused a wreck, she was so desperate! "Mandy was given a largish dose about an hour ago. Its effects will last about eight hours. "Naturally, we'll try to keep Mandy satisfied, although I rather suspect that will be difficult. Hmm. Well. Let us begin. First the table." He flicked a switch, and once again, the table began to tilt back and forth. "Now, the vibrators," as he set the other toggle, "and the gas." He flipped another switch on the respirator equipment. "And finally, her enema." He twisted a dimmer switch on the wall, and the bondage wheel began to rotate slowly, gradually raising the enema bag. They all stood transfixed for a moment, no one moving, (though two of them would have been hard pressed to move in any case) as they looked on in awe, even Mr. Dodds himself, at what he had done. A bizarre female form, apparently wrought of polished ebony, grew out of a solid slab that swung back and forth through almost ninety degrees. It was a female sculpture, although the artist was obviously obsessed with sex, for the breasts and mons veneris were exaggerated, huge rounded things, with small wire leads trailing from them. Certainly, the artist could be considered avant garde, as the tubing leading to the sculpture's mouth was hardly standard on the as-issued female body. Then too, how did one explain the shifting of shape within, as the table tilted, something sliding around inside... Mandy grunted in surprise as her world began to sway again, and sighed with relief as she began to slide back and forth, the fiendish fingers and warts, now old friends, massaging her clitoris and nipples. The dildo slid firmly home, filling her, then slid out again as she tilted the other way. Suddenly, the vibrations began again, seemingly from inside her breasts and crotch. She shouted with joy as incredible thrills spasmed through her body. She was sure now, in some small corner of her mind, that she had been d**gged, that this was more than her normal response, but her body screamed, "WHO CARES?" and she gave in completely. As if the fat dildo inside her weren't enough, she now felt a cool pressure building in her belly. The enema rushed into her, and she was grateful that she'd had so little to eat in the last twenty-four hours. She didn't relish the idea of cramps. The water filled her belly, and in combination with her already full stomach, made her feel completely swollen and bloated. When the table swung down again, the crowding inside her made the dildo feel as if it were ten times larger. She felt stuffed, like a living sausage skin. After a few more cycles of her dark and unstable world, she felt the enema rushing out again. She hardly noticed when the smell of her air changed subtlely, but gradually she calmed down, although she was still out of her mind with lust. She felt happy, unreasonably happy, and at peace, although she certainly wasn't satisfied yet. She cheerfully macked up and down on the rod, not knowing or caring where she was, or what was happening to her. Eventually, again unnoticed, the air changed its flavor again, and her head began to clear, so that although she knew precisely what sort of situation she was in, she also felt more insistant that she get some satisfaction. The effects of the little rubber warts and vibrations became more noticeable, and she lost herself again in wave after wave of sexual spending and release. We may as well leave her now, as the rest is more or less the same, for hours on end. Mr. Dodds turned to his other two guests. "Well folks, that's that for a few hours, we shan't see much more than this. Why don't we leave her to her pleasures, and see if we can't find something else to amuse us for awhile." He began to unfasten the straps holding "Jason" to the hospital gurney. To Be Continued... . Geri www.bdsmfinder.com

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