Message-ID: <10816eli$9805031941@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: gnjal <gnjal@pacbell.net> Subject: Rubber Doll, Pt.8 [FFM BD Rubber] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <Version.32.19980501205438.00f68830@postoffice.pacbell.net> Here's part 8 of Jessica's story (Rubber Doll). Visit my FREE site for the other chapters, illustrations, and an erotic online crossword puzzle ;-) <http://home.pacbell.net/gnjal> GNjal ===================== Rubber Doll, Pt. 8 GNjal 30 Apr 98 Jessica woke tangled in her bedsheets, her nipples hard and poking out against the light blue silk of her pajama tops. She licked her lips, the taste and smell of her dream still reverberating through her mind and body. Her pussy was slick with the excitement of the dream, and she stretched her arms above her, legs spreading out as well, and sucked in the cool morning air, feeling wonderful. The pajama top pulled up with her arms, revealing her naked and shaved mound as her toes pointed to the edges of the bed, and the stretch shivered to its conclusion. She had decided to begin shaving her pussy ever since Diane had suggested that it was more comfortable against the tight rubber of the costumes she wore at work. It was! Now, her shaven lips slipped and slid against the tight hold of the rubber catsuits and outfits, giving her a wonderful lubed ride during the long days of posing at the studio. Sitting up in bed, dropping her arms to her side after smoothing her red hair away from her face, she sighed and looked at the clock. Shit! She was going to be late. Jessica leapt out of bed and headed for the shower. ========================== "Hold still, Jessica, quit squirming!" Diane gently scolded her. She was tightening the lacings on the back of the blue satin corset she had wrapped around Jessica's waist. Jessica was bent over, arms outstretched against the dressing room's full length mirror, ass pushed out towards Diane. "Does it have to be so tight?" Jessica grunted as Diane continued to compress her waist with the corset. She moved her feet, standing high in blue heels, the calves of her legs toned and tensed, her firm ass bisected by the thong of a tight pale blue latex panty. Her luscious hips curved out and then in to her nipped waist, the shining blue satin of the heavily boned corset pushing up under her full breasts. Her nipples were stiff with arousal and clearly evident under the thin pale blue latex bra she was wearing. She was beginning to associate any latex against her naked skin with pussy drenching pleasure, and as Diane's strong fingers dexterously pulled the corset's lacings tighter and tighter, she closed her eyes, feeling her clit begin to harden, sliding against the tight embrace of the latex panty. Diane stood behind her, pulling on each of the crossed laces in turn, and smiled, seeing the sexual flush on Jessica's face. Diane was wearing a soft pink T-shirt, tucked into a tight pair of old blue jeans. She was wearing comfortable tennis shoes, with a pair of thick wool socks that she loved. She pulled the leftover lace ends together and wrapped them around Jessica's narrowed waist, tying them behind her in a bow of blue silk. The ends trailed down the small of Jessica's back to dangle between the cheeks of her ass. "There, honey, now let's just get the skirt and gloves on and you’re ready for the session." Diane stooped and picked up a short ruffled skirt of pale blue latex, matching the panty and bra set Jessica was already wearing. Jessica took a deep breath, getting used to the corset's grip on her waist and belly, and lifted one heeled foot, as Diane held the soft latex skirt open for her to step into. The tight rubber of the panty slid against her clit, slippery from her moist pussy, and made her gasp. "Are you okay, Jessica?" Diane asked her eyebrows arching up questioningly from where she kneeled in front of Jessica. Jessica laughed, "I'm fine, Diane, it's just that these outfits are so tight, I feel like a sausage sometimes." She tried to keep her breathing normal as she slipped her other foot into the skirt. Diane began sliding it up her legs, the soft silken latex tugging over Jessica’s firm naked skin. Diane stood up as she worked the skirt over Jessica's hips, letting it snap snuggly around Jessica's compressed waist, hiding the tied laces of the corset. Jessica jumped a bit at the sudden pressure, and the soft blue rubber folds of the skirt slid around her ass and hips, swishing gently against her, just barely covering the pale round cheeks of her derriere. "You do look good enough to eat, Jessica." Diane stood back and looked Jessica up and down. From her blue high heels, naked and smooth shaven legs, up past the soft swinging folds of the pale blue skirt, over the shining satin corset, to her full breasts, pushed up and out, her nipples hard and erect from the tight caress of the latex bra, Jessica was a vision of latex fantasy. "For a sausage, that is." Diane laughed and moved to pick up the pair of thin, pale blue latex opera gloves sitting on the dressing room table. Taking a bottle of talc, she dusted first one arm and then Jessica's other arm, her fine fingers circling Jessica's wrist while smoothing and spreading the soft white powder over the her soft warm skin. "Hold out you hand, darlin." She instructed Jessica. Jessica dutifully held out her hand and smiled as Diane slid the cool latex glove over it, tugging it in one smooth slide all the way up past her elbow. She wriggled her fingers, using her naked hand to press the tight but comfortable latex until it was snugly seated. Diane snagged her other wrist and pulled the mate of the pale blue glove onto Jessica's remaining arm. Jessica meshed her fingers together and held her arms above her head, her breasts raising up, cupped by the tight latex bra, and tossed her red hair, smiling. She loved the feeling of latex. "Ah, you look wonderful, Jessica, the designers are going to love you today! You'll have them drooling, Baby." Diane beamed at her, and gave her a quick pat on the ass. "Diane, you're so bad!" Jessica laughed, the lingering touch of Diane's warm hand making her feel suddenly warm. "Now, one last thing, honey." Diane held up a diamond-encrusted choker with a huge blue gem as the center stone. "The icing on the cake." She moved behind Jessica, her arms reaching up to pull the choker around her neck, and quickly fastened it. Jessica reached up a latex-gloved hand to touch the sparkling blue gem, looking at herself in the full-length mirror and smiled. She looked fantastic! It wasn't her favorite Erica the Ninja Queen outfit, but the rub and slide of the blue latex, the tightness of the satin corset, and the gentle sensuous swish of the soft latex skirt made her feel like purring. The choker made her look like someone's kept woman, catching the light, and echoing the shining blue satin highlights of the corset wrapped around her waist and belly. "Thanks, Diane. Will you be here after the session to help me out of this?" Jessica pursed her lips and bent her knees slightly, pushing her ass out, gloved hands on her hips, posing for the mirror in a spontaneous flirtatious mood. "I'll be in the second studio, honey, just come and get me when you're through here." Diane smiled at the luscious and transformed Jessica modeling in front of her, and thought of what would be waiting for Jessica when she did come looking for her. "Alright, Diane." Jessica smiled and walked out into the design studio, her studio, her blue high heels clicking in rhythm with the latex skirt swaying against her firm ass. Diane watched Jessica walk out, her pussy moistening with expectation of what she had in store for her little rubber doll. ==================== Jim felt the wheel under him turn, his rubber helmeted head dipping down towards the ground again. He had been bound, strapped with wide black rubber strips to the giant wooden wheel from the previous Hammer session, arms over his head, legs apart, mimicking the famous sketch by DaVinci. The rubber helmet fit tightly over his head, its padded eyecups blinding him, its thick rubber gag pressed between his teeth and keeping his mouth open. It was strapped under his chin and buckled around his neck with a thick collar of rubber. He was completely covered in a tight formfitting black rubber catsuit, only the tip of his cock naked to the cool studio air, pushing out, hard, aroused from the attached penis sheath and rubber ring holding it tightly at its base. Another rubber ring had been placed around his balls, pushing them up, shining in the black latex stretched around them. He moaned as he went completely upside down, his weight pulling against the straps holding him to the wheel, his cock bouncing against his latex covered belly. A woman laughed next to him. A nasty, throaty laugh. "How are you doing, Hammer?" The woman hissed. She twisted the control of the wheel and increased the spin rate just a tad. She was dressed in black latex, long gloves with cut out fingers revealing long nails of blood red, her black mane of lustrous hair shining under the studio spotlights, her deep red painted lips full and sneering at Jim's predicament. She was wearing thigh high boots of deep black rubber, with chrome spiked heels. Her medium sized but full breasts pushed against the grip of a tight black latex bustier, hard nipples peeking over the edge, wrinkled with arousal and lust. A shining rubber garter belt flowed like liquid tar over her curvy hips, dripping down straps of black latex to hold the edge of the sheer black hose encasing her legs and descending into her boots. She leaned towards Jim and let her sharp nails trail against his stiff cock and balls, snagging every so often on the latex sheath wrapping them, as he continued to turn, trapped, completely in her power. She laughed again, loving the site of this powerful man, rendered completely helpless, her slave, her rubber submissive. She reached her other hand down and slid it along her shaven and oiled sex, framed by the black latex of her garter belt. Lifting it up to her face, she smiled with satisfaction at the slimy trail of thick love juices trailing across her fingertips and the shining black latex of her fingerless gloves. Wriggling her fingers, she clenched her hand in a fist and heard the squelching of the warm lube. Moving her hand next to the one already toying with Jim's balls, she grabbed his cock, laughing as he moaned into the helmet's gag, the rotating wheel firmly turning his rigid dick within her tightly clasped fist. The lube allowed it to turn with a wet slurping sound against her latex covered palm. Jim jerked against his bonds, as the wheel turned, helpless to stop it, his cock a jutting pole of sensuously tortured nerves, its head, purple, straining, spinning under the tight lubed grip of the sneering woman in black latex. "You don't mind if I play with you a bit, do you Hammer?" She hissed, bending down next to his helmeted head as it passed her hip. She began to pump his cock, the pussy juices spurting from between her fingers and making wet smacking sounds. Jim's breath came hoarse and panting from the small holes at the nose of the mask. His head turned side to side at he was rotated upside down, catsuited feet pointing up at the ceiling of the studio, cock throbbing with the intense waves of pleasure coming from the woman's stroking hand. The woman flipped the speed switch on the wheel control up one more notch and grabbed a hold of Jim's tightly rubber wrapped balls, her red fingernails digging into the black latex. While her other hand kept pumping his shaft, she held on to his packaged balls, until the turn of the wheel yanked them from her with a sliding snap. Jim groaned and writhed against the wide rubber straps binding his catsuited form to the wheel. "Come on, Hammer. Give it up for me, you are my slave, and you will cum NOW!" The woman yelled at him and started pumping his dick faster and faster, yanking it with her one hand, while the other continued to pull on his protesting rubber wrapped balls. Jim grunted, overwhelmed by the feeling of the wheel, the tight straps, the latex encasing him, blinding him, and the incredibly delicious torment the woman in black latex was visiting on his cock and balls. The wheel's pull suddenly yanked his rubber wrapped balls from her grasp once again, and his cock began jerking, twitching under the intense stimulation of the woman's lubed and latex covered palm. He yelled into the gag, and white cum shot from his cock, splashing against the deep black rubber of the woman's thigh boots. As the wheel rotated him head up, he shot another stream of thick slimy cum, which splashed against her oiled and engorged pussy, making her gasp. "You son of a bitch! You have good aim, Hammer!" She laughed and stopped milking his cock, reaching down with her gloved hands to stroke her naked sex, rubbing the hot cum between her nether lips, and around her clit. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan, her legs slightly bent at the knees, nipples completely free of the bustier, hard, poking out from aureoles wrinkled with arousal. "Diane!?" Jessica’s voice suddenly blurted out from the studio door. Diane slowly opened her eyes, pulling her gloved hands away from her pulsating cunt, and turned to face Jessica. Jessica was still wearing the pale blue latex gloves, bra and panties, the shiny satin blue corset defining her hips and waist in a mouth-watering curve of female form. Her red hair was down, falling over her shoulders in a deep red cascade. The blue gem sparkled on the choker around her neck. "Yes, Jessica?" Diane asked in a voice purring with menace. "What are you doing? Is that Jim?" Jessica asked with a slight tremor in her voice. Diane sounded so different. Jessica's eyes widened as she let the door of the second studio close and latch behind her, and realized what Diane was wearing. "Diane, I don't understand." She began. Diane smiled, a wicked look of anticipation, and reached behind her to twist the wheel's control knob to the maximum position. Jim yelled behind her, protests muffled by the thick rubber discipline helmet as he was spun faster and faster, his head and feet juxtaposing until he was just a blur of black rubber centered around a flopping cock which still trailed sticky cum. Jessica walked up to Diane, alarmed, her blue high heels tap-tapping across the studio floor in a quick staccato, "You'll hurt him, Diane!" Diane crossed her arms and moved away from the controls, nodding her head at them, as if to say, "Why don't you do something about it?" Jessica looked at Diane, her hard aroused nipples, her oiled and shining pussy, the tight black latex covering her like a second skin, and walked over to the control, grabbing it, and twisted it to the stop position. "Don't worry, Jessica, he loves it..." She heard Diane whisper from behind her just before a chemical dampened cloth was pressed down over her nose and mouth. She struggled, one foot coming out of her heels, her short latex skirt flapping around her jerking hips before slumping to the ground unconsciousness at Diane's booted feet. Dropping the ether soaked rag, Diane playfully slapped Jim's dangling cock from where the wheel had finally stopped, his head pointing almost directly down at the ground. "Well, Hammer, now let's have some fun with Jessica, shall we?" She looked down the sprawled Jessica, the tight blue panty over her sex revealed by her accidentally hiked up blue latex skirt, and laughed, low and nastily while Jim moaned and struggled on the wheel. She moved her booted toe to slowly rub against Jessica’s taut mound of pleasure, and smiled as Jessica wriggled and moaned. “Let’s see how many times our little rubber doll will cum for us…” ============================================================ "Gnjal"-------->>>Privacy is Essential to Liberty<<<-------- ============================================================ http://home.pacbell.net/gnjal gnjal@pacbell.net ------------------------------------------------------------ Visit for Stories and Illustrations of Rubber, et.al. (That is, if you like to be lubed, wrapped and strapped ;-) ============================================================ -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |