Bondage/airubb09
                                     Dr. Hevea
                              Adventures in Rubber -  9
                  Jason did not have to wait long before Flora's shiny black face
                appeared at the door, followed shortly by the rest of her exquisite
                   form. She strutted awkwardly over to the treadmill at Mandy's
                prodding. Jason squirmed in embarassment as Flora's amazed eyes took
                in his situation. He was acutely conscious of his bald head plainly
                              visible under the layer of clear rubber.
               Mandy gave a short speech about her excuses for "punishing" them, then
               began fiddling with equipment. After securing Flora on the treadmill,
                she produced a large curved box with a small motor mounted on it. It
                  looks like a turtle being humped by a kitchen mixer, he thought.
               This was secured directly over his crotch with suction cups, and then
                                by straps to the edge of the frame.
               The underside of the box was equipped with soft suction cups. He had a
               good idea what the device was for. Mandy plugged a lead into the box,
                 and walked around behind him. A puff of cool air revealed that the
               plugged hole in the bottom sheet of rubber had been removed. Soon, he
                  grunted in surprise as Mandy's greased finger probed his rectum.
               The sensation was new to him, but pleasant enough, and he felt himself
                 grow excited again, even as he mentally recoiled in shame. He had
              never had anything like this done to him, and was absurdly ashamed that
                it felt good. Mandy's finger withdrew, and presently another object
                 was felt. It was soft and pliable, and went right in, plugging his
                anus firmly. He promptly embarassed himself by getting an erection.
               Mandy claimed that the plug in his rear would sense contractions, and
                                shut off the machine on his crotch.
                 This was not the good news. He was already mortally afraid of what
                  Flora might think of him, having seen him degraded like this. Of
                   course, he already knew what Mandy thought of him. He couldn't
                 understand it, at times she seemed to genuinely love him, yet she
                forced these perverse and bizarre ordeals upon him. For a moment, he
                admitted to himself what he had been trying to deny- that everything
                            she had done so far he had found enjoyable.
              It didn't occur to him that Flora had been going through similar trials
                   for years, and despite today's unusual developments, loved the
                                  relationship she had with Mandy.
                When Mandy was finished, she announced she was leaving. She said she
                                      was going out shopping!
                 Jason was horrified. How could she leave them like this? Anything
                could happen... He began struggling to free himself, but the elastic
                      grip of the silicone was relentless. He couldn't budge.
                The machine was on now, and to his dismay, he found it was no simple
               vibrator. With slow, undulating movements, the underside of it pulled
              and prodded at his crotch with the suction cups, while vibrating like a
                purring lion. It felt wonderful. This may not be so bad, he thought.
               The sight of Flora struggling valiantly in her strange, erotic outfit
                    made him all the more randy, and he found himself thrusting
                 involuntarily at the vibrator that hugged his crotch. Soon, he was
                close to coming, but before he came, it stopped. Just like that. To
                     say he was disappointed would have been an understatement.
               He remembered Mandy's lecture about the pressure switch now lodged in
                                    his rear. He tried to relax.
              After a few minutes, perhaps determined by a timer, the little box began
                again. This time, he determined to hold out until the end, and have
                 done with it. His motionless body betrayed him however, and at the
                moment of truth, his sphincter contracted, the little box shut down,
               and Jason growled in frustration. As he waited for the inevitable, he
                                          glanced around.
               There were numerous pieces of rubber and leather, hoses and straps of
               all sorts hanging on hooks around the room. The motion of Flora caught
              his eye again, and he heard the muted moans of her exertion through his
                                         rubber head-mask.
                 She must be going through hell, he thought. Actually, had he asked
                  her, she would have been hard-pressed to say whether she was in
                                       Paradise or Perdition.
             Jason jerked in surprised response to the mechanical fiend at his crotch, 
                                   as it came to life yet again.
                 This is getting annoying, he thought. The sight of Floras shapely,
              rubber- covered body had aroused him no end, and the alien sensation of
                  his own trap was heightened by the insistent prodding, vibrating
                massage on his cock and balls. Soon again he felt on the verge of a
               climax, when the machine stopped. He called down rubber-muffled curses
                    upon the fiend who had built the infernal device for Mandy.
                He was panting now with overheated frustration and desire. He wanted
              Flora, or Mandy, or for that matter, any handy woman, in the worst way,
               and his immobility was driving him nuts. He knew that Mandy would have
                to be gone a long time, even if she went to the nearest store, which
                   was miles away. The thought of spending the next several hours
               helpless while enduring alternating states of arousal and frustration
                                          infuriated him.
                       The obscene motions of the massager started up again. 
               He closed his eyes, ignoring Flora's pleading eyes, and tried to think
                of his job, the street where he lived, anything but kinky sex. For a
                    few minutes he succeeded, but the sensations of his strange
                 imprisonment could not be ignored, his libido soon won out, and he
                                        daydreamed instead.
              He saw Mandy in the latex and leather outfit she had worn at the party,
               strutting toward him on impossibly high heels, her hips swaying within
                   the skin tight hobble skirt like two piglets wrestling under a
                                              blanket.
                He shivered with desire for her, and his stiff prick strained at the
                silicone material that covered him. Once again, the silent switch in
                his ass detected the squirming, and shut off the vibrating "turtle",
                                  preventing him from ejaculating.
                He yelled into the tight rubber helmet, his eyes squeezed shut, then
               opened them and stared wildly around the room, searching for something
                                              to hate.
                  All he saw was Flora, still walking, her chest heaving, her eyes
               closed. As he watched, she straightened even more, arched her legs and
                       back against the metal restraints, and shook all over.
              He heard her scream of passion even through her gagged mask and his own
               layer of thick rubber. She had stopped dead on the treadmill, and hung
                limply in her harness, right up against the shock prods, jerking and
               squirming in her rubber sheath. For a moment, he was afraid that some
                  horrible fate had befallen his erstwhile lover. But after a few
               moments, she grunted, jerked away from the rear of the treadmill, and
               began walking again. He could not be angry with her, for she was in a
                                    worse situation than he was!
                This cycle went on for some time, blurring into a haze of maddened,
               over-heated passion in which neither of them knew nor cared about the
                                               time.
                 They each had submerged completely in the overpowering sensations
               wracking their bodies, and for a time, the light of madness burned in
                                 each pair of rubber-bordered eyes.
                                          time passed.....
                The next thing Jason felt was a sudden numbness. He realized slowly
                  that the cycle of vibrating massage had ceased. He heard noises
                   faintly through his clear rubber helmet, and opened his eyes.
                 There was a stranger in the room! He panicked, wondering what this
               grinning man in his tweed suit must think of their bizarre entrapment.
                 All the man said was, "Hello," while he casually looked about the
                  room. Flora must have seen him speak, because she shook her head
               vigorously, and the man looked puzzled for a moment. He walked over to
               her, examined her clothing and equipment and flipped the switch on her
                belt. He gave each of them in turn a soft smile, and began speaking
                                              softly.
                 Jason could not quite make out what he was saying, because of the
                   silicone helmet covering his head. He caught the words, "Miss
               Rafool's", "Rescue", and "Master", but the rest was a faint jumble. He
                shouted into the helmet, trying to get the man to release him, or at
              least repeat his words more loudly, but the man only smiled at him, and
               began freeing Flora from her harness and the treadmill. He didn't stop
                                               there.
              He began removing the metal tubing, the cuffs, the gloves, and finally,
                the tight rubber corselet, until she stood nude, shivering slightly,
                covered in a shiny film of K-Y jelly and sweat. Jason had to admire
                her youthful, athletic body. For the first time since he had arrived
               at Mandy's home, he saw Flora's body completely nude. He stared at her
               high, firm breasts, like a pubescent teenager and watched a rivulet of
              the slippery fluid trickle down between them, across her belly and into
                 her crotch. Her narrow waist and ample hips showed a few angry red
               creases, revealing just how severely tight the rubber corset had been.
               The thought of this lush body, imprisoned in the bizarre rubber outfit
                excited him even more.

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 He realized he'd closed his eyes. Seeing her
              in the flesh was somehow less exciting than she had seemed only minutes
                                                ago.
               Voluptuous as she was, her nude skin seemed strange, almost imperfect,
                  after seeing her only in rubber for the past twenty-four hours.
                 For a few moments, he imagined himself in her place, waste tightly
                compressed, held rigidly upright by the tightly laced boning of the
               corset, breasts and clitoris being fondled by tiny fingers of rubber.
                He remembered that Mandy had mentioned there were two dildoes in the
                      crotch of the suit, and he longed to know how that felt.
                   What am I thinking?! Jason asked himself. Am I turning into a
                transvestite? To Jason's relatively conservative mind, that thought
                                   was still a little repellent.
                             But he suppressed it only with difficulty.
               The newcomer smiled at Jason and turned toward the door. He led Flora
                                               away.
               Just like that! Jason was infuriated, then worried. The guy obviously
              wasn't here as their rescuer, he'd left Jason still clamped in the firm
                embrace of his transparent sandwich. Jason shuddered, wondering what
                 the man might intend to do with Flora, what sort of new ordeals he
                       would have to endure because of Mandy's foolhardiness.
              He wondered if she were still out shopping, oblivious to their fate, or
                  had she fallen prey to the mysterious stranger as well? For the
               moment, there was nothing to do but wait, hoping that nothing untoward
               had happened to his old and new lovers. He read the papers, knew what
               sort of criminals existed in the world and, had he been religious, he
                  would have prayed that they were not about to become statistics.
                  After an interminable wait, with no further sign of the man, he
              succumbed to extreme fatigue and fell asleep, despite his upright, taut
                                             position.
              When he awoke, it was to the sight of the mysterious stranger, still in
                 his tweed jacket, but without his mustache and beard! Eventuously,
               Jason noticed that the man was incongruously wearing rubber surgeon's
                                              gloves.
                 Going around to Jason's rear, the man gently removed the butt-plug
                sensor from the embarassed young man, and removed the thick silicone
                                       helmet from his head.
                "Hello again," the man said, when Jason could hear better. "I am Mr.
                  Dodds. As I explained to Flora, I am afraid I'm not here as your
                rescuer, but rather as your new master. Tut! Tut!," he said as Jason
               made to speak out in denial, "I am afraid Mandy will not be in charge
                  for awhile, since I am taking over. I have known Miss Rafool for
                years, and every so often I drop in and... stay for awhile. I gather
                       she wasn't expecting me this time, but, c'est la vie!
               Actually, you will find me a rather benevolent and fun-loving master,
                but your master I shall be, whether you like it or not! Now, you can
                have it easy, or you can have it hard, er so to speak. Either way, I
               WILL get your cooperation, regardless of what means I have to use. How
                                           shall it be?"
                Jason had never been involved in bondage or SM organizations. He had
               never heard of safe-words, or the importance of consensuality. But he
                   did realize that there was nothing he could do in his helpless
                position. He decided to go along for now, then escape this mad-house
                                    at the earliest opportunity.
               Since Dodds seemed to have a penchant for formal speech, he smiled at
               him and said, "Well, I suppose I have no choice, I'll do whatever you
                                               say."
                "An excellent attitude, we'll get along just fine! Now, in case you
              were entertaining any ideas about escape, you should know that although
                I was forced to tranquilize Mandy's pets earlier, they are now quite
                 awake and rather upset. I can't recommend going outside the house.
                  Now, let's get you out of there." Perversely, he whistled as he
                 worked, and soon had Jason free and standing nude upon the tiles.
              "Now, don't be embarassed," he commented, as Jason looked for something
               to cover himself in. "I used to be a doctor, and you're in fine shape-
                you've nothing to be embarassed about. By the way, I don't believe I
                          have your name? We may as well get acquainted."
                     "Jason," replied a rather bemused Jason, "Jason McCroft."
                 Mr. Dodds beamed at him. "Jason. An adventurers' name." He pointed
               to the doorway and said, "Well, lets go upstairs Jason, you look like
               you could use a drink and some rest." He chuckled. "You know, I think
                  Mandy gets more ingenious with every year- that silicone rubber
                 thingummy is really quite clever, I'd love to see Mandy in it. Of
                course, she stole the idea for The Well from me. Has she put you in
                                            there yet?"
                              "Uh, no. I'm not even sure what it is."
                They reached the top of the stairs and turned into the sitting room.
                                    Dodds continued his monolog.
                       "Ahh. Hm. I used it on her once. What's your poison?"
                 Jason was surprised. "Single malt scotch, if she has it. You mean,
                    you were Mandy's uh, `master', once? And what is The Well?"
                It had sounded rather ominous when Mr. Dodds had said it. You could
                                         hear the capitals.
                Mr. Dodds laughed, "Oh, I'm her master still! I turned her loose on
               the world when she got bored with me, but I see she's still interested
                 in the more bizarre elements of our relationship. I drop in once a
                year or so, just to remind her who's boss. She is very dominant with
               most people, but she submits to me after a few hours. As for The Well,
                          I shall keep that my little secret for a while."
                He poured Jason his drink, adding, "We're going to have a grand old
                time, you'll see. I have some special things planned, and you'll fit
                right in. By the way, is Flora still as randy as she used to be?" He
                             laughed as Jason blushed and said nothing.
                  "I thought so. She was a lover of mine for a short while, and I
                suggested she look up Mandy when I found out she preferred women. It
                was hard to let her go, but she's probably much happier now. She and
                 Mandy are two out of four of the only women I've ever met who were
                                   really dedicated fetishists."
               That comment surprised Jason and he looked up with interest. "Really?
                                      Who are the other two?"
                "One is my current flame, and the other is someone I'd just as soon
                                              forget."
                Jason was beginning to feel tired suddenly, the day's activities and
               the scotch were apparently taking their toll. Mr. Dodds said, "Listen,
               old boy, why don't you go upstairs and lie down before you fall down?"
                            Jason agreed and Mr. Dodds escorted him up.
                  He also locked the door when he was sure that Jason was asleep.
                   Jason awoke to the sound of clinking dishes, but couldn't see
                 anything. I don't remember it being this dark in here, he thought.
               When he tried to get out of bed his senses reeled. His entire body was
                  frozen solid, as if made of stone! He soon realized that he was
               embedded in some sort of hard, inflexible material, and that the only
                                  thing left mobile was his head.
               His head, on the other hand, was tightly encased in a leather helmet,
                and his mouth was stuffed with a soft leather gag. Instinctually, he
                                 tried to yell for help. "MMmmph!"
                 The voice of Mr. Dodds said, "Ahh! Awake, I see. Are you ready for
                                            breakfast?"
               Jason was confused. So far as he knew, it was about six o'clock in the
                    evening. At least, that's what he'd left his clock set for.
                                  He grunted a question. "Mmmph?" 
                       Mr. Dodds chuckled. "Alright, let's get you started." 
              Jason heard a zipper being undone over his eyes and saw Mr. Dodds' face
                                      lit by the bedside lamp.
                 He was in his room, but things looked tilted, wrong. Then the fact
               occured to him that HE was tilted. He lay on something which held him
                at an angle, something leaning against the dresser, judging from the
                                               view.
                 He looked down. He was solidly encased in a rock-hard plaster body
                  cast. No wonder he couldn't move a muscle! Now that he knew the
               cause, he found the sensation interesting, perhaps a little erotic. If
               he didn't try to move, his body seemed to no longer exist, floating on
                clouds. But as soon as he so much as twitched a leg or arm, his skin
               made him instantly aware of how rigidly immobile his body really was.
                 Mr Dodds was moving a breakfast tray toward him. "I trust you are
                  comfortable? I've had to take extreme measures after your's and
                 Flora's over -stimulation yesterday. The cast will subdue physical
                     sensations, and you should be back to normal in no time."
               Jason looked doubtful. "Why don't you just tell us to lie in bed for a
                                   couple hours without moving?"
                Mr. Dodds smiled. "Why, because I have ulterior motives, of course.
                            Now, open your mouth and have some cereal."
                                         ...to be continued
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