Archive-name: Bondage/airubb04.txt

Archive-author: Dr. Hevea

Archive-title: Adventures in Rubber -  4





Jason looked on in amazement as Mandy gently removed a rubber balloon

gag from Flora's mouth, and finished removing the mask. Her real face

was remarkably similar to the face of the mask, although a little

flushed-looking. Jason guessed that the mask had been molded from her

actual features.



Flora blinked, sputtered and licked her lips several times. "Ahh.

Roowaah. Christ, Mandy, did you have to leave it on so long? I

thought I'd die of thirst!"



Jason stared as Mandy finished removing Flora's restraints. Flora had

quite a pretty face, if not quite up to covergirl standards, and the

tight rubber maids' dress emphasized her hourglass figure.



"Incredible!" he murmured.



"Oh, this is nothing," Mandy said, "we've done things much more

interesting, haven't we, my dear?" Flora blushed.



"Umm, Flora, you must be pretty brave to wear a rubber mask like that

for so long," Jason commented, "it must have been very uncomfortable."



Flora smiled. "A little, but I don't mind. After a while, my face

does get a little numb, but that's okay. Actually, this one fits like

a second skin. A friend of Mandy's makes latex masks for the movie

industry, you know- zombies and such. He made this one for us. And

believe me, I've worn much more uncomfortable things. I'm actually a

bit of a pig when it comes to hoods and helmets. It feels good to have

my head wrapped in a tight rubber hood. I can't explain it," she

finished lamely. "Of course," she added, "Mandy knows I like them, so

she's always trying to make them more difficult to wear."



"OR... I just leave her in it for eight hours or so," Mandy put in.

"If it's a severe enough hood, that usually wears down her resistance."



She got up from the couch. "Why don't you fix us some drinks, Flora,

while I ahh, slip into something more comfortable, as they say." She

disappeared up the stairs.



While Flora got creative with ethanol and ice, Jason looked around the

paneled sitting room. "This is really quite some place you have here.

Mandy's father must have had quite a flair for luxury."



"Oh no, he had nothing to do with it. This is entirely her own

creation," she answered. She minced over to him with the drinks,

giving him an excellent lesson in the difficulty of walking in stiletto

heels.



"It's quite decadent really. We have several bedroom suites, a

hot-tub, a sauna, a recreation room, and Mandy's added some very comfy

refinements, like this library. There are reading nooks all over the

house, too. We're both book worms, I'm afraid. We've been very happy

here."



"You didn't look very happy when she took that mask off you," he

countered.



"Oh, that's just part of the game," she said. "I can't admit that I

didn't really mind whatever she's done to me, or she'll just try to

make it worse the next time.



She looked shyly at the floor. "I like being in that sort of costume,"

she said and looked up into his eyes. "And I gather you do too."



"Uh, well, I'm not into wearing dresses, if that's what you mean, but,

yeah." I've been into rubber and latex for... well for a long time.

You see, I wasn't shocked at your outfit, just the mask. It's some

kind of bondage helmet, isn't it? I've seen them in magazines, but I

thought that was just for sado... sadomasochists. I mean, you guys

aren't into pain are you?"



Flora looked amused. "Weeelll, I'm not really into the heavy whipping

and stuff, but a little discomfort, fr'instance, if it's part of

bondage, I don't mind at all. And minor pain, like... well, anyway,

minor pain is okay, it kind of reminds you that you're alive, and that

you're playing with power. Sure, Mandy and I, we do some pretty wild

things. Some things that might shock you."



"But you're not into say, whipping?"



"The closest I ever came to REAL pain were my piercings, and they were

over so fast, I hardly felt it."



Jason gave her a blank look. "Piercings?" he inquired.



She smiled and licked her lips. "I'll show you sometime, if I can.

I'd show you now, but Mandy's got me locked in this damned chastity

belt."



Jason looked shocked. "Chastity belt! That's so Victorian! Surely

she doesn't mean to keep you from, from..." he trailed off,

embarassed. He realized that the drink was loosening his tongue, and

he'd have to be careful.



Flora looked slyly sideways at him. "Oh don't be such a prude. I

don't know how long you knew Mandy, but she's changed since you guys

were kids. She's just not that impressed with most men. She says she

wants to keep me for herself, and frankly, I don't mind. Most men are

such... well, prudes when it comes to dressing for pleasure. As far as

they're concerned, dressing kinky is just dressing sexy, so it's fine

for women, but otherwise, it's for `sissies'. And then there's the

macho attitude of most males... phooey."



Jason noticed her shifting her weight back and forth a bit, her hips

swaying in a slightly provacative manner. He tried to concentrate on

the topic at hand.



"Uh, she doesn't seem to mind me," he said. "You know, we go back a

long way, Mandy and I. She's the reason I got into the rubber thing in

the first place."



"Okay, I have to admit it," Flora said. "Mandy's told me all about

you. I got kind of jealous, for a while, because she was tracking you

down, planning...well, I'm not sure what she was planning. Anyway,

except for a few twinges of jealousy, I've really been looking forward

to meeting you. Mandy said that when you guys met, back in high

school, wasn't it? that she wasn't really kinky yet- that she just

liked dressing sexy. I guess her parents were very kinky though- it's

no surprise she is the way she is."



Jason smiled. "She is a very pursuasive woman," he observed. Flora

seemed to want to talk, so he'd let her. Moreover, she seemed to be

going somewhere with the topic, and he was curious where she would end

up.



"She completely subverted me, that's for sure! When we met, my idea of

dressing for pleasure was solely based on looks- what you could buy

from Frederick's. I thought that kinky meant oral sex. Everything

she's introduced me to, I've loved! Every so often though, she'd

mention you. Maybe you don't realize it, but I think that deep down

inside, she really fell hard for you."



"Yeah, well, I can tell you I was pretty crushed when she had to move

to DC," Jason replied. "She seemed almost indifferent, though."



"Don't sell her short! She's a very tough lady, and she's great at

hiding her true feelings."



"Um. Well, I'm flattered that you thought of me," Jason said. "And

may I say, that I am very glad to have met you, too. Do you have any

idea how rare it is to find women with fetishes like this? Most of us

rubber nuts are men."



Flora smiled, looking up through her eyelashes at him, and closing the

distance between them. She seemed to be shifting her weight quite a

lot now, as if something was making her nervous.



"You're the first man who really liked our costumes for themselves,"

she said, "not just because they were on a female body. That's very

refreshing, at least from my point of view. As for this damn chastity

belt, it's actually quite nice at first, but it gets to be distracting

after a while."



She licked her lips slowly and deliberately.



"I should say so," said Jason, taking her hands in his. "You've

certainly been distracting me for some time now. How do you think _I_

feel? I get turned on this way too, you know, and I've been wearing

these tight latex knickers for half a day now."



Her only answer was to take one of his hands in hers, smiling at him.

Jasons eyes grew wide as she pulled one of his hands under the flounces

of her rubber skirt.



"What if she comes back?" he whispered. She ignored him, pressing his

hand into her crotch. "Flora!" he whispered fiercely, if Mandy finds

us like this..." Her eyes were closed. Jason's hand touched something

hard and smooth beneath the concealing folds of the rubber.



She ignored his questions.



"See?" she breathed. "It completely covers the important parts, like a

girdle. It's made of rawhide leather, molded to me while it was wet,

then dried and laminated with latex." With his hand pressed under

hers, she was moving the front of the chastity belt up and down

slightly, probably all the movement the tight-fitting appliance would

allow.



She leaned forward to whisper some more, her breath hot and moist in

his ear. "But it's not unpleasant to wear, oh no. You see,

Mandy...ahh... didn't want me to get bored, so she installed a pair of

thick rubber dildoes in it, and there are...mmmm.... a bunch of little

rubber fingers right over my clit. Ohh, I can't quite...ah, damn!" she

exclaimed softly. "It's just barely too tight to let me get off."



"Incredible," Jason sighed, "no wonder you seemed distracted at the

party." Her panting in his ear, and the feel of this strange hardness

between her legs had really worked him over. Despite his determination

to remain a gentleman, he had become equally determined to obtain

release, whether with Flora or with Mandy, at this point he hardly

cared.



"It's really trouble when I move," she said, "I can ignore it when I'm

sitting. When I want to, that is." She squirmed her derrier around

for his amusement. "Of course, I couldn't hear well, or say anything

at the party, because of the mask and gag. I felt wonderfully helpless,

and seeing you in those pants made me horny as hell. You have great

buns, you know."



She began massaging his crotch through his rubber jeans. Jason was

worrying that he might cum in his pants when they heard footsteps

coming down the stairs.



"I'll visit you tonight," Flora whispered, and gave his ear a parting

nibble before she moved away from him to sit in one of the reading

chairs.



"I hope you two are getting on alright," Mandy called out from the

landing. She winked at Jason as she walked in the room. "She hasn't

molested you too badly I hope. You've only just got here, and I'm sure

you're tired after all that booze and dancing."



Jason could say nothing in reply, he just stared. His high school love

had been transformed. Before him stood five feet and ten inches of

full-flowered womanhood. She had donned a complex-looking catsuit of

white patent leather that completely covered her body except for her

face. Her head was covered by the attached hood, fitted skin-tight,

that laced at the sides, the lacing continuing down along the sides of

her neck, disappearing under her cape. The lines of lacing re-appeared

from under her arms, and curved inward along matching graceful lines to

pass over the hips and down the front of her legs to her toes, laced

tightly all the way down.



Her cupped breasts peeked out from the folds of a floor-length black

latex cape with a high-backed 'Dracula' style collar. "How do you like

it?" she asked.



Jason was floored. She looked like something out of one of his wet

dreams. He had seen catsuits like this in a European fetish magazine,

but having her here, walking around, talking to him...it was hard to

believe after all his lonely years.



"It's... it's wonderful!" he stammered. "You look like...scratch

that. You ARE a goddess. You look as if you'd been poured into it.

My god, Mandy, you've really outdone yourself. I guess, I guess I

hadn't realized until now that you've become a woman. All these years

I've remembered you as a high school girl, and now... well, you're a

very beautiful woman, Mandy."



She glowed at his worshipful praise, removed the cape, and pirouetted

for them. Jason saw that the suit was tightly laced down the arms, and

at the front and back of the waist, as well. In fact, he recognized

boning in that waist- it had a built in corset! It pulled her figure

into a fantastic hour-glass shape.



The breast cups of the suit were hand-tooled to resemble nude breasts

with the nipples standing out. The boots had five inch heels and were

part of the suit, laced tightly from the toes to the tops of her

thighs, where they joined smoothly at the hip.



There was some kind of black fitting nestled in her crotch, but he

couldn't figure out what it was.



"Really, Mandy, it's the nicest outfit you own," Flora added, "you know

I love to see it on you. But you should have asked me to help, I know

how difficult those laces are."



"I managed, as you can see," Mandy replied primly. "I'm glad you like

it, Jason," she added, heading for the bar. She picked up her drink

and sniffed it. "Stolychnaya? " she inquired of Flora.



"Of course. With white pepper, the way you like it. Shall we toast

our guest, mistress?"



"But yes!" Mandy exclaimed, "Here's to Jason, may his latex never lose

its shine, and may he love all that he learns here!"



Mandy drained the slender vodka glass at a gulp and sighed. "Ahh! That

hits the spot. Oh! Jason, you have to call your office, remember? You

promised you'd stay for a week."



Jason looked thoughtful.



"I tell you what," he said, "after what I've just seen, I know how I

want to spend my vacation. I'm going to take two weeks off, if it's

alright with you."



"Of course it's alright with us! Don't be silly. Oh, damn. You can't

call now, it's four in the morning, and tomorrow's Saturday. Can you

call in early Monday morning?"



"No problem, I can just leave a message with the answering service.

I'm kind of my own department anyway, and I finished my last coding

project a week ago. Where's your phone?"



When Jason had made the call, Mandy took him by an arm, and indicated

that Flora should take the other.



"Well, Jason, would you like the nickel tour or do you just want to

sack out? I imagine you're eager to see your bed after the long day

you've had."



Jason tore his eyes away from her figure. "Why ah, yes! Thanks! A bed

would be good," he managed to say. They trooped up the wide, curving

front staircase, three abreast.



At the end of a teak-paneled hallway, she opened a set of ornate double

doors. "These will be your rooms. Bathroom on the left, wardrobe and

dressers on the right. Oh, and there's a surprise on the bed, it's

just for special occasions, we can change them for satin later. Flora

will get your bags. I'll be back later to check on you." She paused

in the hall, one hand still on the doorframe. "Oh, and if you need

anything, I'd rather you didn't go wandering around...just use the bell

pull there." She nodded toward a tassled embroidered tape, hanging

next to the bed.



When they had left, Jason wandered around his room, bemused by it's

lavish appointments. Rather than closets, a huge cherry armoir took up

most of one wall, with an equally large matching chest of drawers on

the oppposite wall.



The walls were hung with burgundy velvet curtains, the floor was

carpeted with a deep pile in the same color, and the french four-poster

bed was hung with more velvet curtains.



The place looked like a sultan's palace! Wondering what the surprise

was, he inspected the bed. He was delighted to find it covered in

sheets of soft amber latex rubber topped by a thick comforter of shiny

black latex. He wondered how he'd ever get to sleep in sheets like

that. He noticed that the upstairs was a little on the chill side,

though, and he hoped it would be enough to keep him from sweating badly

in all that rubber.



Flora trudged in, puffing, with his trunk and valise. "You'll have to

unpack yourself, I'm afraid, the mistress wants her bath about now."



She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'll be back later." She gave him

a quick taste of her tongue and a brief squeeze at his crotch and was

gone, leaving only the memory of her rubber-covered breasts pressing

against him.



Jason stood bewildered in the middle of his room for a moment, and then

began to unpack.



He decided to make use of the drawers and the wardrobe, and began

carefully folding and stowing what he'd brought, both the kinky and the

mundane. He noticed one of the drawers was locked. When he'd

finished, and was ready for bed, it was almost an hour later. Since

she hadn't showed up yet, he decided to look for Mandy to ask what time

they usually got up. Forgetting her warning about "wandering around",

he headed out to explore.



At a door half way down the hall, he stopped, hearing soft moans from

within. Not really wanting to peep, he did anyway, peeking past the

half-open door. It was obvious where the noise was coming from, but it

took him a few moments to figure out exactly what was going on. It was

a bizarre scene.



Mandy was sitting astride what looked like a child's wooden

'rocking-horse', although few children had hobby horses like this one.

Flora was strapped into a harness under the seat, inside the open-frame

"body" of the horse, her body arched back, and her legs bound to the

rockers in a kneeling position. Her arms were laced behind her into a

tight leather armbinder which was attached to the harness at her

waist. Her head was laced into a tight leather helmet the face of

which was attached to the bottom of the saddle. Unable to move, she

was forced to service her mistress as she rocked back and forth.



Mandy was moaning again. "Yes, give me your tongue, you little slut,"

she husked. Jason was shocked.



Flora was moaning too, and from her sounds might have been enjoying the

proceedings as much as Mandy. Mandy was still wearing the white

leather bootsuit, and for a moment Jason wondered how she could be

enjoying it so much. Then he remembered the unexplained crotch fitting

he had seen earlier. It must be a removable patch, he thought.



Presently, Mandy finished and rose from her seat, breathing hard,

flushed and smiling. Jason thought that to be a prudent moment to

leave, and returned as quickly and quietly as he could to his room.



 -=*=-



Jason lay in bed between latex sheets, somewhat stunned. He wasn't

exactly offended by what he'd seen, rather to his surprise he was

terribly aroused. His hand moved unconsciously to his cock. He had

wanted to join them. He imagined himself in Floras place, and he

wondered at this, because it excited him terribly.



He drifted off to sleep hearing Mandy's cries of lust in his mind.



When Jason awoke, it was pitch black, and for a moment, he knew only

that he was NOT in his own bed. Then the events of the day came back

to him. He lay still for a moment, wondering what had awakened him.



"Jason?" a disembodied voice called softly. 



Dimly, her realized he knew that voice, but couldn't place it.



"Who's there?" he asked, reaching for the bedside lamp.



The figure revealed in the sudden light made him wonder if he was still

dreaming. A totally hairless android with large, high-set breasts and

a slender waist stood next to the bed.



"It's me, Flora," she said. She turned on the other bedside lamp.

Jason stared as she climbed into the bed. He moved over clumsily.



"How do I look?" she asked.



Finally he realized that she was wearing a catsuit. A catsuit of

pinkish-tan, flesh-colored rubber that completely covered her from head

to toe. Her hair was apparently concealed beneath the skin-tight hood

attached to the suit. He wondered for a moment how she had room for

her hair under that form-fitting hood. She looked delicious.



"You look delicious," he said. 



She slithered up his body. Hugging him and wrapping her legs closely

around his.



"Delicious enough to eat?" she asked. He nodded silently. She turned

around to face his feet, and pulling a zipper at her crotch, promptly

sat on his face.



Jason was delighted to find that no chastity belt barred the way now.

He took a deep breath and dove in. Then immediately drew back. There

was hardware in there! In the soft light of the reading lamps he could

see several metal rings gleaming within her sex. They were silver

colored, about 1/2 an inch in diameter, and very sturdy looking. There

were five pierced through each labia! He had never seen anything like

it.



It struck him as primitive... alien... and bizarre. 



It turned him on. 



There was another gold ring, larger and thicker than the others,

through her clitoris. He put his tongue through it, and tugged

experimentally. She moaned and pushed his head into the pillows with

her sex.



"Mandy removed my chastity belt as a reward for being nice to her," she

murmured. "Mmmm, I'll tell you about it later. That feels very nice,

you know." She unbuttoned his pyjama pants. He was very hard, his

cock jerking back and forth slightly with his pulse. She slowly licked

the length of his shaft, then engulfed him.



Flora turned out to have a mouth as skilled as it was luscious in

appearance, but all Jason could think of was the rocking horse and it

wasn't Flora anymore but Mandy moving across his face, and he imagined

his arms immobilized as Flora's had been, Mandy's sex pushing through

the opening in her leather suit, and he was Flora, and.. and.. they

came almost simultaneously, Jason stifling a shout at the last second.

After resting a bit, Flora rolled off of him, cuddling up next to him,

surrounding him with rubber-covered arms and legs.



"I hope you don't mind taking a break, love," she said dreamily, "I'm

so tired..."



But Jason wasn't listening to her or anyone else.



The next time Jason awoke, it was to the sound of angry, but muted

voices. Mandy was shoving Flora out the door. "..and I'll deal with

you later!" she hissed.



Jason sat up in bed. Mandy looked stern for a moment, but then her

face softened suddenly, and she said, "Boys will be boys. Breakfast is

ready, sleepyhead, why don't you shower and dress and meet us

downstairs?"



Jason was completely confused. "But... hey, it's not like you think.. I

mean..."



"Don't you worry your gorgeous head about it. You'll be too busy with

my trials today to think of anything else. See you downstairs!" 



She closed the door behind her.



Jason was dumbfounded. He'd really fouled things up last night by

letting Flora remain in his bed, and now Mandy was acting weird. I

hope the rest of the week isn't like this, he thought. When he had

finished showering and shaving, he decided to surprise Mandy by wearing

a new silk bathrobe down to breakfast. But no sooner had he stepped

from the bathroom, than something dark and heavy came whooshing down

over his head, as Mandy's voice cried, "Gotcha!".



She had pulled some kind of bag over his head. 



"Hey!" he shouted, "What the...!" He struggled to get it off, but it

covered him to his hips, and he couldn't get a purchase from the

inside.



"No fair, dammit! Mandy, let me out of here! I'll get you for this,

wench!"



Mandy huffed and puffed as she hurried to buckle straps over the

outside. She paused when she had him fairly secure. "Wench is it?

You're in no position to be insulting, bucko! I'll teach you to screw

the maid behind my back!" She laughed and pulled a strap up through

his crotch.



"OW!" he exclaimed, "be careful! What are you trying to pull?" Mandy

smiled and exclaimed, "I'm pulling this!" She tightened another

leather strap. "And this!", another strap. "And this!" another.



Inside the bag, Jason was running out of room to struggle. He could

hardly move his arms now, and his breath came in gasps. The interior

smelled strongly of leather.



"Let me out, PLEASE," he wheezed, "I'll smother!" Fresh air and light

streamed in through a sudden opening. He saw Mandy's smiling face

through the zipper as she said, "Now we can't have you suffocating, can

we? Since you demonstrated your eagerness with Flora, I've decided to

start your training a little early." She snugged up another strap,

taking the last of the slack out of the body binder.



"Training? What is this training stuff you keep babbling about?" Jason

demanded.



"Why, don't you remember? You promised to endure any trial, accomplish

any task, in order to win my love. This is your first trial. You may

as well go along with it, as you haven't much choice now, have you?"



Oh shit, thought Jason, she's gone off the rails. His thoughts ran

screaming in little circles. He had to admit, he was stuck. He

wondered whether she'd let him go if he played along for a while. Then

he could escape. But he wanted her like anything, and would have done

anything for her even now. Besides, he couldn't escape right now. He

could no longer move his arms, and the straps through his crotch

prevented him shrugging off the... bag or whatever it was. It covered

his head too, and as she talked, she did something that tightened that

too, the leather compressing his face and head tightly. He sighed. It

was difficult now, to even open his mouth. "All right," he mumbled

through the leather, "I'll go along with it."



Mandy snorted. "As if you had any choice." She turned him to look in

the bathroom mirror. "Now aren't you a pretty package?" she asked.



He looked at his reflection. He was bound in a torso-shaped leather

binder, like a straight jacket without sleeves. It covered him from

his head to his hips. Several heavy leather straps across the back and

sides pulled it tight, and two straps went throught the crotch to

buckle in back. He stared out through a zipper in the attached

helmet. His arms had been forced up to cross in front of his chest.

He couldn't budge anything above his hips.



Mandy fondled his cock for a moment, and despite himself, he found

himself growing hard. Then she shoved him toward the bed.



"Why don't you just rest here while I see to Flora?" She gave him a

shove. He fell helplessly to the mattress. To his surprise, she bent

over and kissed his eyes. Then she closed the zipper, shutting off his

vision. He heard rustling clothes and a moment later she undid the zip

over his mouth.



"Here, my love, you can chew on my panties while you're waiting," she

said, and stuffed a wad of satin into his mouth. He sputtered and

tried to object, but she pushed until his mouth was full and closed the

zipper. He immediately tried to spit it out, but the helmet was too

tight over his mouth. He forced himself to breath calmly through his

nose. Seconds later, he heard the door close. Well, damn! He

thought, what have I got myself into? This bitch is nuts! How am I

going to get out of this? He struggled again, but it was no use trying

to free his arms. Already they ached somewhat from their cramped

positions. He thought of getting to his feet and trying to get out,

but then realized his true situation. Where could he get to without

being able to see?



He didn't know the layout of the house, and then outside, there were

those huge dogs.



All he could do was wait, helpless, with the smell of leather in his

nostrils, and the musky taste of Mandy in his mouth.



Lying on her bed, Flora told herself it had been worth it, but then she

remembered that no matter how much Mandy might enjoy a threesome, she

still had a jealous streak, and Flora knew she would use this latest

"offense" as an excuse for another long punishment session. Flora was

both addicted to and terrified of these sessions. Mandy's idea of

punishment was usually a combination of erotic stimulation,

frustration, and uncomfortable, even painful discipline. If Mandy

misjudged and Flora came, she "tortured" her and tried again, until she

got it right. It was a strange combination of reward and punishment

and it usually pushed Flora to her limits.



She won't really hurt me, Flora thought, she's spiteful and capricious,

but her 'torture' is always erotic and friendly, right? She wouldn't

do anything...



The door flew open with a bang. "Hello, Flora," Mandy said softly.

Her grim smile gave Flora no comfort. She stood framed in the doorway,

a vision in gleaming black leather and rubber. It was her 'punishment

uniform', Flora knew. Mandy wore a chrome-studded patent leather

brassiere with pointy, cone-shaped cups, a short black rubber miniskirt

and knee-high laced boots of red patent leather with 4 inch spike

heels. She had a bulky black bundle in one hand.



"Take off your suit," she ordered, still standing in the doorway.



Flora still had on the thin latex catsuit she had visited Jason in.

She peeled it off her sweating skin and stood shivering slightly in the

chill morning air.



Mandy was apparently unimpressed by the fact that Flora's hair seemed

to be missing, for Flora was bald as a cue-ball! Clean-shaven and

shining, the effect was rather exotic, strangely beautiful.



"Put this on," Mandy said next, throwing the bundle at Flora. Flora

caught the garment and examined it. Mandy moved to close the window

through which the breeze came.



This was something new. Mandy had both their measurements, and was

always sending orders for new costume and equipment creations to the

rubber and leather specialists in Europe and England.



This one appeared to be a very long, heavily boned panty corselet.

Incredibly, it was made out of 1/8" thick rubber, and the boning was so

stiff, she could hardly bend it. She opened the front busk and

shuddered when she looked inside. The heavy rubber briefs that made up

the lower half were fitted with a formidably large dildo and an almost

equally large butt plug. In front of the dildo, the briefs were lined

with a narrow panel of 1/2" rubber fingers. She turned it over. The

waist section was cut severely small and the molded breast cups were

lined with more little rubber warts. The garment would cover the

entire torso up to the jawline with a high collar, stiffened with more

boning.



The corset section had the usual laces for tightening it up the back,

with more over the tops of the shoulders and at the neck, too. And

there were what looked like two small swivel joints riveted to the back

at hip height.



Everywhere she looked on it, there was some other little feature

intended to torment the wearer. The purpose of some things were not

immediately apparent.



There was a heavy rubber tube or hose, glued along the back from top to

bottom. There was also a threaded metal stud attached at the crotch

under the dildo. She couldn't fathom what either of those was for.



And frankly, the whole thing looked a little small, even for her

slender figure. She shuddered, and looked up at Mandy.



		 ( to be continued... )



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