Archive-name: Bondage/airubb12.txt

Archive-author: Dr. Hevea

Archive-title: Adventures in Rubber - 12





Jason awoke in a slight stupor.  His tongue felt thick, and his eyes

were gummy with sleep.  Unknown to him, he had been made to sleep for

eleven hours, while Mr. Dodds' completed his preperations.  As he

stared bleary- eyed around his room, he noticed how everything, the

light from the window, the reflections from various objects in the

room, had acquired a crystalline clarity, an almost dreamlike

super-reality.  For a moment, he wondered if he were still sleeping.



He noticed, too that something was stuffed in his mouth, and his head

and face felt odd when he touched them.  He realized he was wearing

some kind of rubber hood with open eyes, and nose holes for breathing.



He felt himself become aroused, but the sensation seemed somehow

incomplete, just a general warming in the vicinity of his crotch.



The next thing he noticed as he swung his legs over the bedside was an

odd sensation of numbness that enveloped his body.  When he

absentmindedly scratched his crotch, something rang his alarm bells and

he looked down...  ...and nearly fainted with shock.  I'm dreaming, he

thought, I've gotta be dreaming. For framing the view of his belly were

two magnificent breasts and the swell of womanly hips was visible below

them.  He stumbled, in a daze, to the long dressing mirror.  The view

that greeted him there rocked him to his core.  He was a woman.  From

his shapely legs up past the nude mons veneris, his gaze swept upwards,

over the wide hips and surprisingly small waist, to his amazing

breasts.  They had no right to be there, but denying them didn't make

them go away.  And worse, his face was not his own.  He knew that

heavily made-up feminine face in the mirror from somewhere.  Then he

remembered.  His first night with Flora and Mandy.  It was the rubber

false face mask Flora had worn that first night.  Combined with what

must surely have been a wig, it gave him a quite feminine and natural,

if expressionless, woman's face, with a pouting mouth and long lashes.



His gaze returned to the breasts pointing at him from the mirror.  How

is this possible? he wondered.  Hmm... about a 'D' cup, thought Jason

to himself, and nicely shaped, too.



He fondled them a moment, feeling already stiff nipples under his

slightly numb fingers, but no sensation in the breasts.  They were

numb, senseless.  That's odd, he thought- Mandy says her breasts are

quite sensitive.  Well...  if this is a dream, I don't want to wake

up.  I want to know what this is really like... strange... why do I

feel so seperated from my body?  This is more like a drug trip than a

dream.  He had no idea how close I was to the truth.



Jason would never have admitted it to anyone, even Mandy, his first

love, but he had always had transexual fantasies.  The reason was not

so much that he enjoyed women's clothes, but rather that he wanted to

BE a woman, at least temporarily, to feel what a woman feels.  He had

always suspected that their bodies felt much more sensual to their

owners, and he was certain they enjoyed sex more than most men.  He

didn't want to just get into women's pants, he wanted their bodies.



Now that he had one, he didn't quite know what to do with it.



"Ahem," said a voice. 



Jason nearly jumped out of his skin!  He turned to see Mr. Dodds

standing in a shaded corner of the room, and grinning.



"Well, Flora, how are we feeling today?  No, that's alright, I know you

can't answer."



Jason thought, is that it- I've really become Flora?  Then I AM

dreaming...  aren't I?



"No time to lose, dear," commented Mr. Dodds.  "First, I want you to

install this dildo in that beautiful ass of yours."  He handed Jason a

large, anatomically shaped dildo made of chrome plated steel.  It was

equipped with a wide flange at the bottom, and was very heavy.  It

frankly terrified him.  He wanted to shout at Mr. Dodds that this was

his dream, and he wasn't planning to suffer in any way- he was going to

enjoy it- but then he realized- if this IS a dream, anything can

happen, can't it?  And he realized that he DID want this.  He wanted to

know what it really was like for Flora when she submitted to Mandy's

most delicious torments.



He began greasing up the dildo with the KY jelly that Dodds provided,

then his own tight bottom.  To his relief, Dodds turned his back for

this part.  It took several slow tries before his sphincter relaxed

enough to get the big dildo in, but when it finally slid home, "Flora"

grunted with pleasure into his mask.  Although it felt as if he had a

telephone pole up his rear, he decided that he liked being a woman.



He wanted to feel his new body, but as soon as his hands wandered

towards his crotch, Mr. Dodds said, "Ah-ah! none of that!  We have many

things to do, so hurry and put on the things I've laid out for you."

He pointed to a pile of neatly folded items on the dresser.  "I'll help

you with the lacing and such," he added.



"Flora's" head was spinning... who am I really?  How long can this

last?  This is just to good to be true, he thought.



In a daze, "Flora" moved to the dresser and picked up the top item, a

panty girdle.  It was a pretty, high waisted affair with short legs.

It was made out from heavy gauge rubberized spandex, colored pink,

which shimmered and glowed under the soft bedroom lights.  As "Flora"

was putting it on, he was dismayed to find the dildo slipping out.  He

had to pause several times to push it back up in embarrassment, much to

the amusement of Mr. Dodds.



"Don't worry, my dear," soothed Dodds, "you'll find that the girdle

will keep it in place."



With some effort, and some extra talcum powder, "Flora" slid the girdle

on and closed the side zipper.



As promised, the tight girdle held the dildo in, although loosely.  The

heavy weight of the solid metal dildo kept it sliding out, but the

first step taken in the tight-fitting garment would send it slithering

back in.  "Flora" found the effect very erotic.



The next item in the pile was a pink long-line rubber bra.  He put it

on, smoothing it over his new breasts, and tucking the bottom under the

top of the girdle.  It fit well, if somewhat tightly, revealing ample

cleavage over the cups.



Next was a pair of long black stockings, of polished rubber,

accompanied by a black patent-leather garter belt, with red trim.  He

pulled the stockings up over the legs of the panty girdle and fastened

all six of the garters.



"Flora" was now covered in pink and black rubber from her toes to her

chest.



At this point, Mr. Dodds announced, "Very nice!  But now you've come to

the hard part."  "Flora" glanced at the dwindling pile of clothes.

With some trepidation, he picked up a heavy corset.  It was quite a

piece of engineering, he had to admit.  He had seen corsets before in

catalogs, but this one was different in a number of ways.  It was

covered in soft black leather, but it's softness belied a much stiffer

foundation.  It was heavily boned with twelve curved steel stays,

double-stitched in place, their thickness barely visible beneath the

layers of canvas and leather.  Instead of one, it had two curved steel

busks, with gleaming chrome plated hooks, but unlike the other corsets

he had seen, they were at the sides, not in front.  It sported sixteen

inches of lacing eyelets at the front and back.  The top edge was

curved to fit right up under the breasts, and its length extended well

over the hips.  In all, it was a very finely crafted and formidable

garment.



After carefully fitting it in place, Dodds began lacing it up.  It took

quite some time, for he had to allow long breaks while "Flora's" waist

and lower ribcage adjusted to their new shape.  After almost an hour,

he had "Flora's" figure tightly compressed in it's rigid embrace.



"Flora" could hardly breathe, but the stiff support clamping his torso

felt strangely pleasant, a sort of mobile bondage.



Dodds produced a tape from a pocket, and measured his waist.

"Twenty-four inches exactly!  That's about twenty-two inches

underneath.  Very good...  Well?  What are you waiting for?  Keep

dressing!"



"Flora" was beginning to be glad that the window had been left open

during the night, for the room was still cool and he was beginning to

get warm under the layers of rubber and leather.  The next garment was

an elaborate latex maid's uniform, in black with white trim at hem and

necklines, the skirt filled by several white latex petticoats.  Putting

it on was a lesson in frustration.  He found himself quite unable to

bend at the waist in the rigid grasp of the corset.  Although he could

bend at the hips a little, the bottom of the corset pressed into his

hips and crotch.  He ended up putting the dress on over his head.  Once

Dodds had zipped up the back, the low-cut bodice fit quite tightly,

showing off his figure rather more than he would have liked.



A dainty rubber maid's apron was attached to it, having fake ties

around the sides, and frilly edges on the apron itself.  The sleeves of

the dress were puffed at the shoulder and ended in a tight cuff just

above the elbow.



To complete the outfit, Dodds handed him long white latex opera gloves,

which he tucked under the cuffs of "Flora's" dress.



"Flora" was now completely covered in rubber, without a square

centimeter of skin showing.  His face appeared natural, but this was an

illusion, the cleverly colored and molded helmet clinging sweatily to

his face.



Only his wide eyes were actually uncovered, and could be seen staring

excitedly through the eye-shaped holes.



Unknown to him, "Flora" was under a further layer of foam latex rubber,

the suit molded from Flora's and Jason's casts, giving him a perfect

female form.



The heat was soon building inside the air-tight costume.  His privates

were bound in a leather cock and ball harness, then tucked into a

shallow steel cod piece with leather-padded edges.  Its smooth curves

concealed his sex completely.  The molded female features of the foam

rubber suit completed the illusion perfectly.



But Mr. Dodds wasn't finished playing dress-up yet.  Finally came a

pair of the most incredible boots "Flora" had ever seen.  At first he

couldn't see how anyone could wear them.  They were finely crafted from

thin stainless steel sheet, made into form-fitting thigh-high boots.

The feet had nine inch tall heels, ending in a "ballet" toe, the sole

curved to force the foot up on point.



The body of the boots were shaped into beautiful curves, with muscular-

looking calves, and firm, rounded thighs.  He wondered for a moment how

they had been made.



"Here," said Dodds, "I'll have to help you into those."  It turned out

that the boots were made in two halves, front and back, and were made

with small interlocking holes and studs along the seams.  Each half was

lined with a thin layer of firm foam rubber.  "Flora's" feet and legs

were fitted carefully in place, then Dodds pressed hard to force the

two halves together.  With some effort, they snapped together, the

studs locking into the holes, leaving an almost invisible seam.

"Flora's" legs were now solidly clamped into the unbending boots.



After helping "Flora" into the boots, Mr. Dodds had him toddle around

the room.  "Well, aren't you a beautiful creature!" he exclaimed.

"Let's get downstairs so you can fix breakfast."



"Flora" had a tough time of it, as the boots were almost impossible to

walk in, and he had to constantly make tiny steps back and forth to

keep his balance.  He was soon sweating from the effort of moving his

legs without the use of his knees, swinging his hips to lift the heels

clear of the carpeting.



They made it to the dining area without mishap, however.



"I've laid out most of the food," Dodds announced, "so all you have to

do is cook it and get it on the table.  I'm sure I don't have to remind

you to keep your uniform clean."  So saying, he left the room.



"Flora" was beginning to like this new costume, for while the steel

boots were uncomfortably rigid, they were shaped very sexily, giving

him the chrome-plated legs of a dancer, or a muscular female android.

He stood in front of the dining room mirror for a moment, running his

hands over the smooth rubber.  His waist felt strangely alien,

incredibly small.



He felt the heavy dildo slide out a little as his rear muscles relaxed,

then slither into him again as he made for the kitchen.  Walking around

the generously sized kitchen was a heavenly torture, as he strained to

get out pans, boil water, and cook the considerable amount of

foodstuffs that Dodds had set out.  It was quite impossible to flex his

legs, and the corset held his waist absolutely rigid, so that the only

recourse was to bend over at the hips, holding onto counters and chairs

for balance.  This wasn't especially easy, for his jogger's legs were

not very limber, and his muscles stretched painfully each time he bent

over.



He was quite aroused now, but the thick latex girdle not only excited

him, but dulled sensation as well, so that he never quite reached the

point of release.



When Dodds returned, he had "Jason" with him, along with some leather

items in his other hand, and "Flora" marvelled at the complex harness

and the chrome dildo fixed at her mouth.



It seemed that they were all famished, as breakfast disappeared

quickly, Mr. Dodds consuming more food than anyone, accompanied by vast

quantities of black coffee.



When they were finished, "Flora" rose to clean away the remains, rather

enjoying the servile role of maid, but Mr. Dodds stopped him saying,

"Leave that, I'll get it later.  Right now, I've something I want to

show you."



He released "Jason" from the chair, re-tightening her harness.  Then he

pulled out a pair of "bondage mittens", leather cuffs with

tight-fitting bags which laced up, enclosed the hands.  He showed her

how they buckled to her harness at the outside of her hips.  A few more

straps attached to the harness at chest and waist, pinning her arms to

her sides.



Next, he brought out a leather "single glove", or arm-binder, and

pulling "Flora's" arms to the rear, slid it over them to his

shoulders.  Two straps secured it around his shoulders, and then Dodds

laced it up tightly, pulling "Flora's" arms toward each other, and

thrusting out his breasts.



Snapping a lead to each of their collars, he led them to the basement

stairs, "Flora" tottering about on his impossible heels, and "Jason's"

leather harness creaking and squeeking.



... to be continued



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