Bondage/airubb03
                                     Dr. Hevea
                              Adventures in Rubber -  3
                Mandy stared at nothing out the windshield. "Oh, about a week should
                                                do."
               "A week! I was thinking of hours! I can't stay a week, I've got to be
                                      back to work on Monday."
              "Oh, come on," Mandy said reproachfully, "we haven't seen each other in
                 years. Besides, you look like you could use a vacation. Don't you
                              have some vacation time you could use?"
              "Well... I've got thirty days a year, and I haven't used any yet, but.."
                "Then it's final! I'll hear no more about it. We'll just stop off at
               your place, pick up this kinky wardrobe of yours, and then head for my
                             place. This will be a blast, you'll see."
                "Oh, what-the-hell! Why not? Like you said, it's been a while. Damn,
                                girl! How long's it been- ten years?
                "I told you before. I'm a woman, not a girl. Please don't make that
                mistake again." Something in her tone made Jason glance sideways at
                 her. She was looking straight at him, with a very hard look in her
                                                eye.
                  "Jeez, hey, no problem," he said, "Take it easy." She didn't say
                                anything else for quite a few miles.
               Finally, to break the silence, Jason said, "So what was that business
                 with the drunk's wrist? He looked like he was having a coronary!"
                  "Aikido," Mandy replied. "When you enjoy dressing the way we do,
                sometimes you have to remind men of their place. You know, the whole
                syndrome of `If she's dressed that way, she must be ASKING for it.'
                   You have to defend yourself, because the police can't and the
                courts...well, by the time you get to the courts, it's too late, and
                              they probably won't do anything anyway."
                "Why do I get the impression you've had some bad experiences?" asked
                                               Jason.
               "I have," she replied. "Maid Marion and I were walking back to our car
                from a play party. It was kind of a bondage...fetish...just-for-fun
                  kind of thing. Marion had gotten both her arms and legs put into
                casts... well, it was a strange and exhausting evening. Some social
                cancer saw a cripple walking with a sex goddess and decided we were
                 fair game. I got scraped up quite a bit, and Mandy got cut on her
                            hand, but we came out on top. So to speak."
                                 "What happened to your assailant?"
               "He got hospitalized with several broken ribs and a crushed testicle.
                 Marion couldn't walk without some crutches we'd improvised at the
               party, but her arm casts made damn good clubs!" They both chuckled at
                                               this.
               When they reached his apartment, Jason looked over at his rediscovered
              lover and said, "Listen, do you think you could give me a hand with the
                               latex and stuff? It's kind of heavy."
                 The domelight showed Mandy feigning shock. "Do I look like menial
               labor? Besides, I have to stay here to make sure our maid doesn't run
                                               away."
               Jason laughed. "I can't imagine anyone wanting to run away from you!"
                As he headed for the steps, she muttered at his back, "You might be
                            surprised, my love, you might be surprised."
               As soon as Jason had disappeared inside, she quickly opened the door,
                        and got in the back seat with their other passenger.
                  Inside, Jason dashed through the apartment, collecting luggage,
                toiletries kit, towels, and clothes. These were crammed into a small
               valise. From a closet he dragged out a huge steamer trunk, dragged it
              into the bedroom and opened it on the floor, talking to himself all the
                                               while.
                 "Boy, oh boy, you have really got yourself into it this time. You
               haven't seen this woman for how many years, and the first thing you do
               is take a week of vacation just to get into her pants again. And gawd,
               has she changed! She's been sleeping with women, she's on some kind of
                  power trip, and she totes around some kind of groupie who's into
                                          who-knows-what."
                  But his libido had other things to say: Yeah, but look how she's
                grown... what a woman! And did you see her outfit? That latex hobble
                skirt is so thick she can barely walk, and those boots- wow! Listen
                man, don't be a fool- you pass this up, you may never see her again.
               Apparently, his balls were winning the argument, because he threw open
              another closet, revealing his treasure of rubber garments, some hanging
                over wide, padded hangers, some folded in neat piles on shelves. All
               of it had been lovingly polished until it gleamed like patent leather.
              He also opened several drawers to retrieve bondage gear, some unusually
                   restrictive clothes, and several corsets. All of it was dumped
               unceremoniously into the huge trunk. On the top of this pile he tossed
                    several containers of talc, with which to powder the latex.
               He paused at the bar for a shot of dutch courage, then thought better
                              of it. "Damn! I'm driving," he muttered.
               Having wrestled the heavy trunk and his overnighter to the head of the
                 sidewalk steps, he paused to catch his breath. Looking down to the
                 car, he saw Mandy in the back seat with the other young woman. She
                      appeared to be doing something under the other's skirt.
                "Well, get used to it, chum," Jason told himself, and huffed slowly
                  down the stairs. He got the trunk loaded, and as he got into the
               drivers seat, he noticed an audible panting coming from the back seat.
                When he looked in the rear-view mirror, ` Maid Marion's ' expression
                hadn't changed a bit, although he saw that her eyes were wide, as if
               she had been startled or excited by something, and was trying to hide
                it. He thought about the two of them enjoying each other in the back
                  seat while he had been packing arm loads of rubberwear upstairs.
              It bothered him to think he might have to share Mandy's attentions with
                 some one else, but then... it also excited him to think of the two
                   women screwing in tight, shiny, and sweaty latex outfits, too.
                He realized he was holding a double standard. That bothered him too,
                since he'd always thought of himself as open minded. Now he knew how
               difficult it could really be to be TRULY open minded. He resolved not
               to show his discomfort with the two women's relationship until he had
               had time to think it over, and perhaps, get to know the mystery woman
                                       in the maid's uniform.
                "It really bugs you that Marion and I are lovers, doesn't it?" asked
                                               Mandy.
                    Shit, thought Jason. So much for keeping secrets. "Am I that
                                    transparent?" he asked her.
               "I'd claim it was all women's intuition, but I don't think I have any.

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               I caught a glimpse of you at the top of the stairs, and I just watched
                your face when you got into the car. You were looking pretty stoic,
                             kind of overly nonchalant, so I guessed."
                 "Yeah, I guess I was...well, AM a little bugged," admitted Jason.
                 "Must be the way I was raised." He looked sheepishly at the floor,
                             letting the engine idle while they talked.
               "Thought so. Usually, I'd give you my standard half-hour lecture about
                   bisexuality, but I know you, and it would be an insult to your
                 intelligence. I'm going to assume that you will find a way to deal
                 with it, because if you can't, you can NOT be a part of my life."
                 Jason looked very thoughtful as he put the car into gear, and they
                                    accelerated down the street.
                 After they were on the highway again, he asked, "So, where is this
                                    retreat of yours, my dear?"
                Mandy, who was once again in the front seat retorted, "Hah! I'm not
               your dear yet! You still haven't passed my tests, survived my trials,
                                           fair knight."
               Jason shot her a glance. She wore a wry grin and a twinkle in her eye.
               "All right lady, you win. Just point me to the sword in the stone, and
                                         I'll do my best."
                   "That's the spirit! Ok, just take 276 south to Morton Road..."
              Sometime later, by then nearly three in the morning, they pulled into a
                 gravel lane, shaded by huge oaks. A metal box set into the massive
              brick gate post on Jason's side of the drive required him to punch in a
                 combination which Mandy gave him, to open the massive wrought iron
                                               gate.
                 "Jeee-zus! What are you doing for a living these days? You didn't
                                   tell me you were loaded now."
                 "You didn't ask. I'm sorry to say that I didn't earn all of it. My
               father passed away several years ago, leaving me his company holdings
                           and enough liquid assets to build this place."
                             "I'm sorry, I didn't know. If there's..."
                 "Oh, it's alright. It was sudden and painless. In any case, I made
               quite a bit on my own in the market, but the inheritance allowed me to
               retire earlier, and with quite a bit more income. I really don't have
               an interest in business anymore, so I have accountants and lawyers run
                  the consulting firm. I get about half of the profits. It lets me
               pursue my interests in privacy and comfort, and if I'm careful with my
                              funds, I can almost live extravagantly."
                 Driving up the lane revealed a large and picturesque cottage style
                country house. It was completely dark, not a single light in any of
                                            the windows.
                "You two live here alone?" Jason asked, "You should at least leave a
                                             light on."
               "Oh, there are burglar alarms. Not to mention Charlemagne and Attila.
                                              Watch."
                As they pulled up in front of the stone porch, a deep, loud barking
                 began, and several flood lights kicked on, illuminating the entire
                                            front lawn.
                "You see: the latest electronic wizardry- anything that ignores the
               warning signs, climbs that iron fence has to face the lights and then
                 Charley and 'Tilla. Two huge Rottweillers appeared at a dead run,
                   surrounding the car. Mandy rolled down the window, commanding,
                 "Charley! 'Tilla! Make friends. Heel!" The dogs came off of alert,
               and meekly sat down on her side of the car. "It's alright, you can get
                                     out now," she told Jason.
                 "O-K, I'm convinced, you don't need to leave a light on," replied
               Jason, nervously eyeing the dogs as he pulled the bags from the trunk.
                           They watched him constantly, but never moved.
               While man-handling the trunks up the stairs, he took advantage of his
               position to watch ` Maid Marion's ' muscular bottom wriggling within a
                pair of tight black latex briefs under her short rubber skirt. Very
                           shortly, he was having trouble walking again.
               When they were all inside, and Jason had finished ooh-ing and aah-ing
              over the opulent front hall, they moved into the adjacent library where
                he collapsed into an overstuffed leather chair. Maid Marion remained
               standing just inside the room. He took a moment to drink in the sight
               of the black and white latex maid's uniform. Now, in the better light
                  of the house, it looked even better than before. The second-skin
                   bustier covered her completely up to the neck, where a frilly
                 Elizabethen collar topped the outfit. He saw that her white doily
               apron was also made from rubber, although it had a softer, mat finish.
               The rest of her uniform was polished to a high gloss. She had quite a
               curvaceous and well -endowed figure, too. Although her bust was not as
                 spectacular as Mandy's, much of that must have been due to Mandy's
                                outrageous bullet-bra corset-jacket.
              The perfect fit of both their costumes was emphasized by the highlights
               thrown on the skin tight material by the overhead lights. He wondered
              what it felt like to have breasts with sensitive nipples rubbing within
                                    the lovely, stretchy stuff.
                         It was to be only a few days before he found out.
               In an attempt to start the conversation again, Jason exclaimed, "Whew!
               That chest was heavy. Do you by any chance have something cold and wet
                  for a man dying of thirst? If you'll point me toward the bar..."
                 "Just a minute." Mandy was doing something at the maids collar. "I
                  promised I'd take Flo... uh, Marion's mask off as soon as we got
                home... There!" she exclaimed, and with a flourish, removed the dark
                                     wig from the maid's head.
                         "Mask?" Jason queried, "But she's not wearing..."
                 "Shush! Watch and learn," she admonished. She pulled at the maids
                neck, and began peeling a strip of flesh colored tape from the other
                woman's neck. Beneath it were fine, closely spaced laces running up
                                       the back of her head!
               As these were loosened, Jason it became clear what had been wrong with
                 the woman's eyes. Her head was completely enclosed in a skin-tight
                thin rubber sheath, molded and colored to closely immitate a woman's
                                           head and face.
                 With makeup over it, it had looked quite natural. Only the hapless
               woman's eyes had shown through carefully shaped holes in the face. As
                 Mandy peeled the hood off the woman's head to the front, a pretty,
                                      young face was revealed.
                        "Jason, allow me to introduce Flora, my house mate."
                                        (to be continued...)
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