Archive-name: Bondage/airubb07.txt

Archive-author: Dr. Hevea

Archive-title: Adventures in Rubber -  7





Jason didn't struggle as Mandy led him from the dining room. He was hardly

in a position to struggle, encased as he was in the tightly-strapped leather 

bondage bag. Mandy had closed the zip over his eyes, so that he was once 

again blind.



They stopped walking, and he felt a lurch under his feet as the lift started

downward. Well, he thought, trying to put a damper on his panicky feelings,

at least I'm getting to see the rest of the house. 



His stomach complained from the overfeeding it had received moments before,

and Jason reflected on what he had learned about Mandy. When he had first 

met her, they had been in high school. Her parents had apparently been 

into this sort of thing (he found out later), and a little of their kinky

habits had rubbed off on their daughter. She had quite a wardrobe of shiny,

rubber and plastic garments, with a few leather items thrown in for good

measure. All of them fit very tight, and had showed off her cheerleader's

figure to great effect. He had fallen hard for her.



But now it seemed, she had stepped across the boundaries of just "dressing

for pleasure", and was into body-modifications, bondage, and who knew what

else. He began to worry what she be capable of. So far, her bondage and

other bizarre games seemed to be sexually-oriented, but Flora had said that

Mandy didn't really like men. Suppose she was playing with him? Suppose

she actually intended to use him for her little games with Flora, then

discard him like a used tissue? Visions of twisted, naked bodies and midnight

visits to the surrounding woods threatened him for a moment, before a cool

and strange sensation enveloped his still-exposed cock.



It was Mandy's rubber-gloved hand, he realized. The lift lurched slightly

again as they reached the basement. He was lead around a corner, then again

brought to a stop. Mandy's ( he presumed ) hands guided him to a kind of bed

or cot, which he was made to lie down upon. It was very soft, and he sank

down into it, as if on an under-filled water bed. Next he felt hands at his

neck followed by zipping sounds, followed by a breath of fresh air hitting his

chest. She loosened the crotch straps and back straps that held the body 

binder on, and in moments, he was free. Unfortunately, he still could see

nothing. Apparently, the hood had been unzipped from the binder, for his

head was still encased in snug leather.



For a moment, he was free to move about on the soft springy mattress, and his

hands explored the surface. It was very smooth, bounded by a hard frame at

the edges, and he assumed it was more rubber. Damn, he thought, this woman 

is more latex-crazy than I am!



He made to sit up, but hands immediately pushed him back down, then another

soft, smooth surface came down on top of him, pressing him flat. He could

move his arms and legs around a bit, but soon found his freedom limited by

a hard frame, that the top sheet seemed to be clamped under, or perhaps,

attached to. He could not sit up either. It felt as if the frame curved

closely around his neck- he was trapped.



After a few seconds, Mandy appeared upside down in his vision, as she removed

the leather hood. She was grimacing at him. No, she was smiling at him, but

she was upside down to him. 



"What are you doing?" he asked. "You're not going to... going to..." he 

faltered, unable to express his worse fears.



"Torture you?" Mandy asked sweetly. "Certainly I'm going to torture you,

'though maybe not in the way you expect." She bustled about the room, and 

Jason twisted his head this way and that to follow her motions.



"Actually," she continued, as she rummaged in a drawer, "I'm hoping you'll

enjoy what I have planned for you. I'm not cruel, you know- just vindictive.

And guests that fuck the maid must be punished," she finished, with a 

sardonic tone to her voice.



Jason was relieved. He realized that for the moment, he was safe. And

apparently, Mandy intended this to be all in fun. He looked down at his

predicament. His body was trapped between two sheets of, amazingly, crystal

-clear rubber, stretched within a frame of chrome tubing. He realized it had 

to be silicone rubber. The top sheet was quite thin, and wasn't very 

restrictive, although he knew it was very strong, and that though it would

stretch quite a way, it would be difficult if not impossible to tear through

it. The sheet he lay on must have been much thicker, for it supported

his body weight without stretching much. The sides of the frame were attached

to large bearings, and he realized that the frame could swivel to an upright,

or, he supposed, an upside-down position. He noticed a very slight draft

of cold air too, under his buttocks.



Judging from what Mandy had done to Flora, he suddenly dreaded her idea of 

torture. 



"Um, what are you going to do to me?" he asked, "and where's Flora?"



Mandy was busy wrapping a soft, thin, band of clear rubber around his neck,

where it entered the curved neck entry of the bondage frame.



"If you'll be patient for a moment, you'll find out," she replied. "As for

Mandy, you'll be seeing her soon enough. Tell me, what did you think of

Flora being bald?"



"Flora being..." Jason was speechless for a moment. Then he remembered the

flesh-colored catsuit she had visited him in last night. He remembered 

wondering how her hood could fit so smoothly. He remembered that under the

fake mask, she had worn another, much thinner rubber mask... he had wondered

at that...



"Why, Jason," Mandy said, "you look shocked!" She did something with running

water that was out of his line of sight.



"Well, actually, it's just that...okay. I admit it, I was really turned on

by that suit of hers, because it made her look bald. 

And I like shaved women."



"Well, that's more like it! I appreciate you candor. Now, I'll tell you a 

little secret. I get turned on by shaved heads, too." She walked toward 

him. She was carrying a pair of scissors. She was smiling that predatory

smile again.



Jason had a very good idea what they were for.



"Now wait just a damn minute!" he exclaimed. "You've got no right to do this!

Remember, I have to go back to work in two weeks...I can't.."



"You can wear a toupee," Mandy interjected.



"But I don't WANT to be bald," complained Jason. 



Mandy had his hair in her rubber-gloved hand. "How do you know whether 

you'll like it until you've tried it?" she asked. 



"But...but..." spluttered Jason.



"Imagine how it will feel..." Mandy soothed, "hoods will fit better, they'll

literally be skin tight... nothing between your skin and the rubber... or

leather, for that matter. You'll be SO much more attractive...I LOVE the look 

of a hairless slave..."



Jason could think of nothing to say. He WANTED to do it if it would make

Mandy more attracted to him, but... the embarrassment... he was still trying

to think of more excuses when he heard the first SNIP of the scissors. His

face was already burning.



Since Mandy didn't have to be too careful with his hair, it took only minutes

to chop it very short. In mere moments, she had it trimmed shorter yet with

clippers, and ten minutes later, she had finished shaving him. She stepped

back after cleaning his scalp, admiring her handiwork.



"Ahh, yes. I've always said bald men were sexy."



Jason tried to suppress his embarrassment, while at the same time, wondering

what he looked like. "Flora said you don't really like men anymore," he

countered.



"Jason, Jason, Jason. Surely you realize by now, that you're not like other

men? You have something special, maybe it's just a lack of testosterone 

poisoning, but you're different... better... sexier. Especially when I have

you at my mercy like this. `Sigh', I just love new toys." She smiled

at him. For a moment, Jason forgot his predicament. She looked great in the

tight black rubber miniskirt and high heeled red patent boots. The outrageous

bullet bra made her dominant position almost a caricature.



"You must believe me," she continued, "that you are actually the only man I've

ever been attracted to. Since we split up as kids, I've been with a few

others, but they didn't have.... this." She gestured one rubber-covered

arm in a wide sweep. "You are the only man I've met who appreciates the

things I do. Flora is one of the few women I've met who actually enjoys all

of my interests too."



"Oh, come on, Mandy," replied Jason, "I KNOW there are other women, even

gay women who are into bondage, discipline, you name it."



"But they don't appreciate THIS," she said. She tapped on the clear rubber 

stretched over his cock. "They don't understand the FETISH. The feel of

tight, clingy clothes, of slithering in lubricated rubber panties, of

wearing giant ben-was to a nightclub and dancing until you come."



Jason could see she was in her `lecturing' mode- she was working herself

into a lather. He decided this was definitely the weirdest conversation

he'd ever had, with her dressed in an outfit that a year ago her would have

dreamed about for days, and he trapped, naked, in some bizarre rubber and 

steel bondage frame. 



"So if I'm so great, why are you doing this to me?" he asked.



"Because, silly- I want you to enjoy it! I'm going to expose you to pleasures

you've never dreamed of. One thing about being rich, boy, I can afford

some really fun toys. Now shut up for a moment, while I find your hood."



`Hood'? thought Jason. Uh-oh.



Mandy produced a very unusual looking hood. She held it up just long enough

for him to get a good look at it. The face was molded into a natural shape,

although because it was so clear, it was difficult to tell what sex the face

was supposed to be. It was made from the same clear silicone rubber that 

held him prisoner. It had an open zipper at the back. 

That was all he got to see before she started pulling it on over his face.



"Really, Mandy, this isn't necessary, Mmmphg." said Jason.



He had just discovered a large round gag mounted behind the mouth of the 

mask, which she forced between his lips, filling his mouth. He found he

could breathe readily through nostril holes set in the bottom of the nose

of the mask.



She zipped up the back of the hood, effectively sealing the base of the 

collar against the rubber already wrapped around his neck. 



Suddenly, her heard a whirring noise, and saw Mandy appear

at the edge of the frame. The rubber covering him was becoming tighter.

He tilted his head up to look at himself. As he watched, the thin clear

sheet the covered his front slowly began to shrink around him, conforming

to his body. He realized that the air was being sucked out of the space 

between the two sheets. Now he knew why she had taken such care to seal 

around his neck. In a few moments, the two sheets were pressed together,

with him sandwiched between, the clear silicone clamped tightly around

his body. He couldn't move an inch!



He felt himself moving, and struggled with vertigo for an instant. Mandy

had tilted him upward, until he was almost vertical. A full length mirror 

was in front of him. He stared, Mandy standing at the side of the frame,

grinning at him in the mirror. The feeling of the tight rubber around him,

while unable to move was incredibly erotic. He could not speak, his hearing 

was greatly diminished, and Mandy, in her exciting outfit, stood tantalizingly 

just out of reach. 

 

Mandy turned on her heel, said, "Now don't go anywhere," and walked out of 

the room, leaving him staring at the nude, gleaming, hairless android in the 

mirror.

 

This left Jason with nothing to do but stare around the room. It was full of 

interesting things, most of which appeared to be mundane exercise equipment. 

One wall was covered in mirrors. This was obviously their workout room. 



The only thing an observer might have found unusual were the many eye-bolts 

in the ceiling and walls.



Soon Mandy returned, and Jason would have laughed, if he could. She had 

Flora on a hand truck, and was wheeling her into the room like so much 

baggage. He was glad to see that she was, at least apparently, all right.

He marvelled at the exotic-looking rubber body shaper she wore, and how it

exaggerated her already curvaceous figure. He wondered for a second how

Mandy, with her somewhat mannish face, and taller, less buxom figure, would 

look in it. Then too, he wondered at the complicated hardware attached to it,

and where Mandy had gotten it. She seemed to have resources he had not

imagined.



At Mandy's prodding, Flora moved awkwardly in her exaggerated strut toward

the treadmill. Jason squirmed in embarrassment suddenly, as her amazed stare

took in his situation. He was acutely conscious of his bald head plainly

visible under the layer of clear rubber.



Mandy had moved Flora onto the treadmill now, and Jason watched with 

interest as she strapped a complicated leather harness around her. It took 

her a while, as she she had to pass straps under the hardware attached to the

back of Flora's rubber corselet suit. When done, she attached ropes from an

overhead pulley to the harness at the shoulders. She pulled on it, then tied

it off at the wall when it was taught. Then she produced a pair of sticks 

with three long metallic objects taped between them. She duct-taped the

sticks to the hand-rails of the treadmill, the metal objects pointing directly 

at Flora's latex-covered derriere. 



She walked towards Jason, carrying a black object and some straps. 

Uh-oh, thought Jason, now it's my turn. The black object looked sort of like

a rubber turtle... with a hunchback. Jason had a good idea what it was for. 

She fastened it over his crotch, tying the straps to the sides of the frame. 

The underside was soft, and curved to conform to his silicone-covered privates. 

Next she plugged a lead into a jack on the thing, and walked around behind 

him. He grunted in surprise as he suddenly felt Mandy's greased finger probing

his rectum. The sensation was alien to him, yet strangely pleasant, and he

felt himself grow excited again, even as he mentally recoiled in shame. 

He had never had anything like it done to him, and he was absurdly ashamed

that it felt good.



Mandy's finger withdrew, and presently another object was felt. She pushed 

it in slightly, then allowed it to slide out a little. To Jason, it felt even

better than her finger. It was soft and pliable, and after Mandy repeated the

stroke several times, it slid all the way in, plugging his anus firmly. He 

promptly embarrassed himself by getting a firm erection. His ass felt 

very full, and his anus felt as if it were stretched out of shape. He blushed

suddenly, mortally afraid of what Flora would think of him after seeing him

like this. She stood stock-still on the treadmill, which faced him at an 

angle, watching him, her expression unreadable under the artificial rubber 

face, although her eyes now looked somewhat calmer.



Of course, he already knew what Mandy thought of him. He couldn't understand

it, she seemed genuinely to love him, yet she forced these perverse and 

bizarre ordeals upon him. It hadn't occured to him yet that Flora had been

going through similar ordeals for years, and despite today's unusual

developments, loved it.



Perverse, said Jason to himself, now isn't that the pot calling the kettle 

black! And she did warn you about `trials and tests'. 



The more he thought about it, the more he became interested in Mandy's idea

of entertainment, although he wasn't sure he wanted to find everything out 

first-hand. 



 It seemed for the moment, though, that he had no choice.



 ( to be continued... )



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