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Part 3

The journey up the wooden stairs took some time. I could only lift my legs up
about
three inches. In order to negotiate each wooden step I had to shift my weight
onto my left
 and then left my right leg up and onto the step and then shift to the right
and then
 left my left leg up to get up to the next step. I was too busy concentrating
to speak to
 Sara who pulled me along by the lead attach to the stout, three inch wide
leather collar.
 She opened the door at the top of the steps and we went right. I was led into
a well-lit
 tiled hallway. I tried to look around, not easy with limited head movement
and I noticed
 the walls were wood panelled and the ceiling was high. These added to the
small black and
 white tiles on the floor, cold to my bare feet, made me think that this was a
Victorian
 house. The delicious sound of Sara's clicking high heels, provocatively 
swaying bottom and
 the tug on the lead concentrated my view straight ahead of me. 

She stopped and knocked on a door with her right hand, my lead in the left.
She opened the
door and walked in, I shuffled in, tugged by the neck, on my toes, and trying
hard not to
stumble forward. The room was warm, large and friendly, pleasantly 
wallpapered, thick pile
carpet, lots of books on the shelves and a warm fire crackling quietly to 
itself in the
large fire place on my left. Christine was seated on a plump leather sofa that
was on my
right as I was led into the room. Eventually we stopped opposite her and I was
turned to
face her. I was unsure about the whole situation. A part of me wanted it to
continue, as
I was curious as to what would happen next. The greater part was scared and
wanted out straight
away, no questions asked! There she was, in all her splendour. Copper coloured
curls framing
a pale face with round glasses and crimson lips curled in a smile. Below the
almost angelic
face was highly polished black latex that fitted tightly around her neck, 
arms, and chest. Her
waist was nipped in by a small corset or cincher and the skirt was full and
circular. I noticed
that she had boots on but I couldn't see how high they went up her leg but
they did have six-inch
steel heels that reflected the glow of the fire in them giving them a rather
malevolent appearance.
"Turn around. Let me see you," Christine ordered. 

I nodded my head side to side with as much defiance as I could muster given
the situation
I was in. I heard a swish and then smack as a thin riding crop stung my 
backside.  "Omch,"
I yelped. It was Sara. I shuffled around and saw the gloating look in her eye.
"Simon. You're
my guest here. I say when you can go. And you will address me as Mistress,"
she said with
steel and venom in her voice. "Understand?" she asked. Another stinging slap.
"Ychess" I
stammered, drool falling from my mouth. "Now be quiet." she said. That was
Sara's signal to
pop a latex mask over my head, which she zipped and laced up while forcing the
rubber ball
gag deeper into my mouth. She padlocked it while she looked into my eyes and
smiled. Protruding
from my mouth was a rubber phallus, dominating my eye line. "Kneel," Mistress
ordered.
I didn't and was rewarded by the crop across the backs of my knees, causing me
to drop onto
my knees. She motioned with her finger for me to shuffle towards her. As I got
nearer she
lifted her voluminous skirts and pulled my head towards her crotch. The skirt
flapped back
over my head and I was in darkness. My breathing was erratic. I tried to 
concentrate, to slow
down, get into a rhythm.

The smell of latex mingled with the musky odour of the Mistress was 
intoxicating
and filled my nostrils and head with visions of lust. Her hands on the back of
my
head urged me forward, my neck, upper torso and legs straining to reach her
vagina.
I moved her latex French knickers aside with my protrusion and her hands 
guided the
phallus deep into her vagina. My nose was pressed hard against her clitoris
and she tried
to pull my head into her abdomen or at least it felt like that was what she
was doing.
It was hard to breathe in this stifling atmosphere. My nose bumped against her
and was
getting repeatedly squashed against her as the tempo increased. Her soft latex
clad
thighs gripped and then squeezed my head. The lacing on her thigh high leather
boots
rubbed merciliously against my latex clad penis. I then felt a stinging swish
on my bottom
as Sara's well-aimed crop made contact killing my raging erection and urging
my efforts on.
On it went, in and out of her sopping vagina, side to side, my nose crashing
up against her
body, neck, arms, chest aching and ass stung by the by the cruel aim of its
wicked welder.
She gasped and moaned and then let out a large sigh. 

The skirt lifted up and my head was pulled back by Sara. She quickly undid my
wrists.
"Lie down," said Mistress, quietly. I did as I was told, without hesitation.
My bottom
was sore from its thrashing. I lay on the floor and Sara refastened my wrists
but so that
I was spread-eagled in on my bottom. She then undid my ankles and in one hair
wrenching
movement pulled the latex briefs off me. Boy did that sting. She then had my
legs stretched
as wide as they could go. I was lying on a soft deep pile white rug which 
soothed my throbbing
bottom. Looming above me was Sara's bottom, hugged and caressed by transparent
latex. Her
vagina sucked up the phallus as she landed on my head! Up and down she started
going, a
beautiful slurping, squelching sound emanating around my ears as she gasped
every time the
length of the rubber intruder penetrated her. Sara started rubbing her 
clitoris with the
index finger of her right hand and then with her left. Her left index finger
suddenly plunged
into my anus lubricating it liberally. My penis felt very erect at this point
in time. Very.
Suddenly a six-inch steel stiletto heel raked the length of my penis. I came,
jerking uncontrollably
into the open mouth of Sara who was screaming with her orgasm. She gulped in
mid flow and nearly
choked, with laughter! 

She stood up and looked down at me with a huge grin on her face. "Now then
Simon. I want you to do
something for me. Something else. Tonight Sara and I are going to a party in
town and I need a driver
for my car. I want you to be that driver. I like you. Sara likes you. She told
me so." Sara blushed
as Mistress continued in a cheerful voice, "You'll need a uniform which I will
provide. You can
also accompany us to the party as well. How does that grab you? Nod if you're
up to that," she
said. I nodded. After all what real choice did I have? What would happen if I
said no? Perhaps
there would be a chance to get away later on. Who knows? Not me. I was 
released from my position
on the floor and the hood removed but the cuffs were refastened to my wrists
and ankles. I was
led upstairs to change. 

It was an austere but comfortable bedroom. Double bed, metal-framed desk and
chair made of heavy
dark wood, a wardrobe and a wash basin. Heavy curtains and double-glazing on
the windows. I had on
the uniform. A black leather cod piece, tight latex trousers with the bottom
cutout, how cute! The
fitted jacket was no better. It was backless. All it had was arms and a front
that zipped up
diagonally. All of it was black including the latex gauntlets and heavy rubber
boots that required
a lot of effort on my part to pull on, as they were so close fitting. Pulled
forward on my head
was the peaked cap. Visiting the toilet would not be easy but it could be done
with some patience.
I'd always loved parties so perhaps this would be fun. It would be different
but how much different
could a party be? I heard a key in the locked door of the door and Sara 
stepped in. She was dressed
as a ballerina, black hair scrapped back, tied in a bun. and surmounted by a
tiara. Light fresh
makeup on her face. A ballerina's pink tutu but made of latex with rustling
latex petticoats,
white shoulder length latex gloves and white latex stockings the tops of which
I glanced
briefly as she pirouetted around me on her pink nine inch heeled ankle high
ballet boots. 

We waited in the hall for the Mistress. Well she is the Mistress of the house
I suppose. I had
so far only seen part of the cellar, the study, the hall and the room that I
had got changed
in. Majestically down the grand carpeted staircase rustled the Mistress, 
dressed as a teacher.
I scanned her up and down as she descended, Sara did likewise. She had on a
soft, flowing latex
gown the hem of which swished on the floor as she strode towards the front
door with us in
her wake. On top of her red hair that was pulled up and away from her face and
pinned up was
a hard rubber mortarboard with a tassle. She had on the type of spectacles
that a woman of
the fifties would have been proud of or Dame Edna Everage! She had on full
makeup and the
shiniest red lipstick I had ever seen which matched the nail varnish on her
long nails. She
had a white high collared latex blouse, which even had cuffs and cufflinks.
Her skirt was
long, down to her ankles and with a long spilt up the side that revealed 
transparent
stockings and the merest hint of smooth white thigh. On her feet were six-inch
high
lace up shoes, with black caps and heels that ware a Louis the fourteenth 
shape, waisted
in the middle and wide at the top and bottom of the heel. In her right hand
was a flexible
cane and the other held a leather briefcase. As she strode past a movement of
air preceded
the 'smack' of cane upon bare buttock. "Come on now. Open the door." she said
to no one in
particular. I rushed ahead and opened the door. It was dark outside. Now is my
chance I
thought. I could get away from here but in this outfit! Well come on make a
decision. I stood
holding the door open for Sara and the Mistress. Perhaps I'll go along with
this for now.
Besides I wasn't entirely sure of where I was. 

She opened the case and threw the keys to her car to me. It was a white Rolls
Royce
which was parked on the gravel drive about ten feet from us. I ran over and
opened the
passenger door with the one of the keys. It smelt of inside of highly polished
leather.
Outside the Rolls Royce phantom's chrome gleamed in the spotlights that had
come on when
we all emerged. Sara and the Mistress got in and I went round to the driver's
side. It was
an automatic. "I'll give you the directions as we go," Mistress said. We 
crunched down the
gravel drive and headed towards London. I was directed to one of those high
walled, Wrought
Iron gated houses you only find in Kensington. There were a lot of cars in the
courtyard of
this Georgian house. We were greeted at the door of the house by a latex clad
butler. The party
was in full swing. Loud music, lots of food and drink provided on large tables
and lots of latex,
leather, and lycra dressed and not so dressed people were dancing and talking
in what looked like
a ball room. The music and sound system were excellent. Classic old disco to
get the people up on
the floor and then some newer sounds to satisfy the purists. The age group was
large, as was
the mix of sexes. There were allsorts, large, small, fat, tall, men, women,
straight, gay all
having a good time. I danced with many a woman and for my trouble had my ass,
squeezed, slapped,
pinched and smacked. I didn't drink but I ate, as I was hungry. It was a great
party.

At one point Sara came over and whispered in my ear, "The Mistress wants to
see you. She is
upstairs in the corridor by the grand staircase. Quickly." I went upstairs and
eventually
found her standing outside a door at the end of a large well-lit corridor. She
raised her
hand and beckoned my over with her slender red tipped index finger. She stood
with her back
to the banister of the grand stair. She pressed the top of my head and 
whispered, "Get under
there quickly. I have been waiting here for what seems like hours for the 
couple in there to
finish. I would like some amusement. No hands now." I knelt down and 
disappeared under her long
gown that closed around me. Beneath the fabulous folds of the gown I inhaled
her musky scent. I
undid the zip of her latex panties with my mouth. and began to snuffle the
truffle. I was very
turned on by now having seen enough glorious bodies and faces to last a 
lifetime. I lovingly
caressed the inner folds of her labia with the tip of my tongue. I delicately
brushed my tongue
against her clitoris and tasted her vaginal juices when my tongue burst 
suddenly into her moist
vagina. I swirled my tongue around and ran it along the length of her vagina.
Her soft yielding
latex sheathed thighs gripped the top of my head as I continued to explore and
taste her nether
regions.  I started to speed up, darting my tongue in and out, left to right,
up and down, around
and around roughly then softly using the flat of my tongue or the tip. She
rocked gently
and squeezed tighter and then her hands shot backward to rest against the wall
behind her
as her hips swayed and her legs spasmed. Just as I was emerging from under her
gown the
door in front of her opened and a rubber clad woman stormed out shouting and
swearing
followed rather sheepishly by a man both looking the worse for wear. Mistress
smiled a wicked,
knowing, gloating smile at them and they looked down and away. 

Sometime in the early morning, those hours when not many people are about and
the roads
are quiet we went back to the Mistress' house. Driving through the empty, 
forlorn
streets of London were eerie after such a good night out. I thought to myself,
I
could just drive home or stop the car and get out but I don't want to. Why
not? I
want to find out what happens next. This can't just be happening in isolation,
a one
off. There has to be some kind of pay off, an end game, a denouement. But 
what? I'll
wait and see what she has planned. After all I'm not doing anything tomorrow
that I can't
put off and do another day. "Did you enjoy yourself?" the Mistress asked. 
"Sorry.
Was that addressed to me?" I replied. "Yes it was. Well?" she shot back 
quickly.
"I did, thank you Mistress." I replied somewhat respectfully. "By the way I
will address
you as Simon." she stated. "Thank you." I said politely. "Mistress," she 
added. "Mistress."
I said. We arrived home with dawn still a few hours away. We all drank water
as we sat in the
large kitchen and eating area our heads buzzing from all party activity and
noise. When the
Mistress had drained her glass she rose and said, "I'm going off to bed. Join
me in the master
bedroom." uttered more as an order than a statement. 

I followed the other two up the main staircase, as I didn't know where the
bedroom
in question was. Her room was large and dominated by a seventeenth century
four poster
bed, whose heavy green velvet drapes were drawn aside to reveal the rubber bed
sheets
which were heavily polished and glowed seductively in the subdued lighting.
"Remove your
clothes and lie on the bed please Simon." she ordered. I did so and was 
immediately
secured to the four bedposts, once undressed, by stout fur lined leather cuffs
and
stainless steel chains. Sara removed her knickers, as did the Mistress. Sara
then sipped
underneath my bottom a stout neoprene lined steel belt that she did up. Then
she went over
to the dresser while the Mistress popped a pump up gag in my mouth, buckled it
up behind my
head which she had pulled up from the bed by my hair and pumped it up until my
checks resembled
a chipmunk. The gag had a large protruding phallus. Sara returned, latex 
gloved hands
shining with lubrication which was then applied into and around my anus and
followed by a
butt plug which was part of a strap which she pulled over my crotch an which
also had a
hollow phallus on the outside into which she inserted my blood enlarged penis.
Sara and Mistress then mounted the twin dildoes, Sara at the head end and 
Mistress
at the groin end, both facing each other and then rode me until they were 
satisfied
and I had, eventually come. After stripping off and showering I was shown into
the room
where I had dressed earlier. The door was locked and I fell asleep surrounded
by the smell
of the latex bedclothes, an experience I had never had before. 

Part 4

I woke up in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a stranger's house. The door
had opened and the
smell of bacon, orange juice and coffee wafted into the room after the black
bobbed latex clad form
of the maid Sara. "Rise and shine. Wakey wakey Simon," she said brightly and
cheerfully a huge grin
all over her face. "There's an ensuite bathroom where you can go and have a
shower. I'll leave some
clothes for you on the bed and you can come and join us in the breakfast room.
Don't be too long or
it'll be cold," she said opening the bathroom door. "Oh and don't bother to
shave," she added. I
showered, talced and put on the clothes provided, a white latex T-shirt, black
jeans, white latex
boxer shorts, white latex socks, black polo necked wool jumper and black 
Caterpillar boots, which
fit! I went downstairs and sat and ate a hearty breakfast with Sara and the
Mistress who was
wearing a full length pink latex and fur trimmed dressing gown, fluffy pink
high heeled mules
and thin latex pyjamas. This woman had a serious latex fetish. "We are going
shopping after I
have showered and changed and then lunch at a pub." She announced and with
that strode of upstairs.

Going round a supermarket with a woman wearing a full-length black leather
coat and black zipped
snakeskin ankle boots, with a very pointed toe and four inch heels was an 
another new
experience for me. Not only did she get the odd stare in her direction but I
did as well.
Underneath her coat she was wearing a wool trouser suit with a white blouse.
Sara meanwhile
had on jeans, a v-necked jumper and four-inch stack heeled ankle boots. As we
were standing
in the checkout queue I wondered what the other two were wearing under their
normal attire.
I had noticed that beneath the blouse the Mistress had a white latex bra but
that was only because
I had got near enough to catch a glimpse. The same went for Sara, who seeing
as I was wrapped
up in my own thoughts, said, "I'm also wearing latex panties as well." Well,
well, well.
After paying we then visited some more stores, packed our numerous bags of
shopping in the boot
of the car and then headed off to a pub in the centre of the town.  

Lunch was pleasant and convivial. The pub was quiet and the service and food
not
bad at all. At one point, Mistress said, "I've been invited too a dinner party
this
evening. Out in the country, not that far from home. There'll be three other
couples
including the hostess and I want you to come with me to make up the numbers.
Sara has a
night off tonight. It is a rather special party and Sara will drive us there
and pick us
up later. I'll call her on the mobile when we're ready. Now unlike the one we
went to
yesterday this one has a specific theme. It's fancy dress all right but 
somewhat stricter
in the dress code. Now Sara will help both of us prepare this afternoon. Do
you have any
special skills?" "Well," I replied, "I can sing", "and you can certainly 
dance," she interjected,
"Yes, I can dance. I can also play the guitar a little." "Ok," she nodded her
head, "Fine. I think
the music will be provided anyway." Once we had finished we left and headed
back to the Mistress's
house, the car laden with her purchases. On the drive back I wondered what she
had in mind. I
also asked myself why when presented with another chance to escape, I didn't?
I think
curiosity once again got the better of me. Why did she want to know what 
skills I had?
Who cares about party tricks? Ah, maybe that was it. Party tricks. No Sara
there to talk
to or there to provide moral support. Surely Christine didn't just want me to
accompany her
to two parties? She could have asked me nicely and I might have said yes. 
We'll see what this
afternoon and tonight has in store then. 

We arrived back at her house that nestled quietly and cosily amongst the 
cloned homes of the
law abiding, straight laced denizens of suburbia. It was late afternoon. The
birds were singing
while the sound of power drills, hedge trimmers and electric saws filled the
air with activity.
Her house was surrounded on all sides by a high garden wall and tall trees,
which provided a
pleasant shade in summer and protection from any inadvertantly straying eyes.
Once inside
Sara and I proceeded up to the main bathroom. A picture of blue and white 
tiles, a large
bath cum Jacuzzi, a huge shower cubicle and a toilet and bidet, very posh!
"It's time you got
ready," said Sara with a smile on her face. "Come on now, Simon, get those
clothes off." She
ordered, breaking out into laughter. "Why? What for? I'm cleanish." I retorted
quickly,
a smile around my lips. "Not for what the Mistress has in mind you're not.
Look, we can
play this nice and easy or I'll get angry and it'll be no more nice woman from
here on
in." She said sternly, fixing me with a no nonsense stare. "Ok, ok, ok. I'll
come quietly."
I protested. I started to undress in front of Sara; feeling rather embarrassed
about the
whole thing and fortunately she left after one item had fallen to the carpeted
floor.
She returned just as I had finished with a bag in her left hand. "That's 
better," she
said, walking towards me. She reached me and quickly spun me round, 
handcuffing my wrists.
"Oi what's going on," I shouted. With that a gag was swiftly and 
professionally popped into
my open mouth and secured fast. She led me down to the cellar where after 
securing my cuffed
wrists to a ring in the wall she proceeded to get changed. White latex 
knickers, white bra,
white latex stockings and shoulder length white gloves, white latex girdle and
then a blue
short sleeved, low cut dress which barely covered her bottom, a white apron
and hat and
sensible laced up white shoes with a six-inch heel!

I stared at the nurse, looking her up and down, full-mouthed! "No talking back
or
questioning, just do as you are told. You are a guest here not a member of the
household,"
she lectured whilst removing the gag. Thoughts of the Carry on films flashed
through my head
while she was so close that I could touch the latex with my nose. She was 
unlike any nurse
from those films though! Her large, full breasts looked as though they were
bursting to
escape their rubber confines. "Don't say a word or things may get worse for
you and better
for me." She said venomously. I was led over to the shower cubicle again. A
familiar place.
This time I was secured with me suspended from a ring in the ceiling by my
roped wrists and
my legs spread-eagled and bound at the ankle again with rope to two floor 
rings. I was on
tiptoe. Ouch. She roughly stuffed a large white plastic ball gag into my mouth
after holding
my nose as I was trying to stop it entering. The hot jets of water drenched my
naked body. Then
she lathered me all over with shaving gel, my penis springing to attention.
"Keep still. Very still."
She said with a chill in her voice as she brandished a cut-throat razor in
front of my
horror stricken face. The razor's edge gleamed with potential danger. With
great care
but some speed she shaved my legs, arms and armpits. Judging by the look on
her face
she enjoyed her work. I felt very naked now and humiliated. I looked down to
my crotch
and so did she! Slowly and carefully she shaved off my pubes. She rinsed me
off, undid
the bindings and led me dripping, slightly, over to a dentists chair which she
fastened me
to with the aid of leather straps around my ankles, wrists and neck, the gag
in my mouth
making my jaw ache. 

Sara now the curvaceous latex clad nurse placed a sticky strip on my chest and
pulled it
off with ear and skin stinging 'Rrrrrippp!'. Each strip she pulled off with a
look that mixed
viciousness with pure pleasure. This, torture continued until all the hair on
my chest had
disappeared! So that was what it was like to have a waxing. I heard a buzzing
sound from behind
me. The seat was returned to the upright position as she ran the electric 
razor over my head.
The hair cascaded onto the floor. I suddenly felt very cold and frightened.
She then
lathered my head and shaved off the remaining stubble with the cutthroat. Bald
as a coot.
She then shaved off the stubble on my face with a safety razor after applying
shaving oil.
No hair except my eyebrows and lashes. What a humiliation but somehow 
liberating at the
same time. She wasn't finished though. She plucked my eyebrows too. "Now 
you're nearly
ready. It's so much easier to wear latex when you have no hair," she said with
a pleasant
smile on her pleasant face. She released me from the chair but refettered my
limbs. We proceeded
into a gleaming, eye dazzling, white tiled bathroom dominated by a huge sunken
bath. 

As if by some kind of telepathy, the Mistress appeared, clad in a long maroon
latex dressing
gown trimmed with dark red fur on the hem, cuffs and collar that clung to and
emphasised her c
urves. Her hair was scrapped back from her forehead. On her feet were feather
trimmed red mules!
"Ah. I see he is shorn," she said with a beaming smile on her face. "Let me
have a look at your
handiwork." Sara lifted my cuffed arms up above my shaved head and held them
there while the
Mistress examined me closely from head to toe. "A lovely job." She said. She
ran her hands
slowly over my smooth, hairless body. "Smooth too." She said as her hand 
rounded my bottom.
"He needs some moisturiser I think," she said thoughtfully. "One more thing
Sara dear.
I think he needs a thorough cleansing before he's absolutely ready for 
tonight."  The
Mistress said with a wink and a smile. "I think I'll stay and watch before I
start on
my preparations." She whispered in my ear. I was led over to a sparkling white
toilet bowl.
My wrists were fastened far above my head so that I was unable to squat, my
anus parked
some inches above the entrance to the bowl itself. Sara undid my ankle cuffs
only to replace
the chain with a two and a half-foot long metal leg-spreading bar! Oh boy. As
if having all my
hair removed hadn't been humiliating enough, what I imagined might come next
might be worse. I
felt a flush of embarrassment wash over my entire body. 

Sara walked over to a wall and opened a concealed floor to ceiling height 
cupboard door.
The Mistress sat down on the edge of the large bath. She wheeled out a stand
with hooks
on and a trolley laden with shiny instruments that exuded menace as they 
caught the bright,
clinical light of the room. She put on a white latex mask, fitted with a 
rebreather that
covered her mouth and nose. The Mistress did the same. 

It was very quiet in that room. Too quiet. Unnaturally silent. Sara opened a
pot containing
a clear lubricant some of which she scooped up with her gloved hands. Her 
fingers glistened with
the stuff which she then smeared all over my anus and then inside it with her
nimble agile fingers.
>From the trolley she picked up a catheter which she smeared the end of with
something else. She
grabbed my penis and holding it firmly threaded it down my urethra until I
suddenly felt the urge
to pee. This disappeared as soon as I caught site of the Mistress and also I
didn't want to but
that was more out of a fear of embarrassment and not wanting to lose some 
semblance of control.
Sara connected up another tube, this one having a small tap mechanism on it. I
had not expected
any of that but what came next I had and the sense of horror and fear in my
eyes must have
been seen by both of the women because their eyes crinkled up at the edges as
if grinning
with pleasure or worse.   

I breathed uneasily through the ball gag that was distending my jaw. She 
picked up a long
tube with two deflated balloons, each with an inflator and a steel nozzle at
its end. She
reapplied lubrication to her gloved hands, squatted down in front of me and
with her knees
forced my legs apart and then plunged her index finger into my anus, working
it around and
then probing deep into it. My penis shot up erect and huge at this intrusion.
The sight made
more obscene by the catheter sticking up straight out of the end and then 
drooping slightly
with the weight of the little tap.  She pushed another finger into my anus
that caused my
erection to grow even more. This was not an activity without some pleasure on
my part,
so far anyway. She removed her fingers only to replace them with the tubing.
The nozzle
disappeared followed by one of the balloons the other remained at the entrance
to my anus,
the rest of the rubber tube then being hooked up to bag hanging about five
feet off the
ground on a hook on the wheeled stand. There was a tap at the end of the tube.
Sara
inflated each of the balloons in turn, the one in my anus first. This she did
with
some relish squeezing the bulb with such strength that the inflator collapsed
each
time like a prune. I felt it expand inside me, getting bigger and bigger until
I thought
I would explode. A look of utter fear on my face. She inflated the other one
with hardly
any relish. The Mistress stood up and walked over peering down at me from upon
her high heels.
She turned the tap, slowly. The tube vibrated as liquid poured down it and
entered my rectum a
nd then bowels.  

I visibly shuddered as the warm, soapy liquid kept flowing. I don't know how
much there was
but it felt like pints. My abdomen swelled up. I was gasping for breath 
looking like a stuffed
fish. Sara pulled out part of the tubing, the ballons remained lodged trapping
the liquid. I
started to feel cramp in my stomach and abdomen which was travelling down to
my legs and now
up to arms. My whole body was cramping up. It was unbearable. It felt like I'd
been in this
position for hours. Then she picked up small glass container from the top of
the trolley
into the top of which she plugged the catheter and then secured it in a stand.
I didn't
feel in any way turned on even though my penis was still rock hard with the
occaisonal
ministrations of the latex clad fingers. Two pairs of intense eyes stared at
me and my
predicament. All the bright white colour of the room was featureless apart
from the two
pairs of piercing eyes into whose depths I felt lost in. Why? For guidance?
Help? Mercy?
All of those and more. Sara's expert fingers started once again on my penis.
Her free hand
cupped my balls gently with its cool latex touch. My whole body tensed and
quivered like
jelly. She sensed that I was building up to a climax. She increased the speed
of her left
hand, gripping, rubbing and fondling my painfully erect phallus. Just before I
came she
removed the bung from my bum and I erupted not only from my penis but my anus.
I
bellowed and raged and screamed as fluids escaped from both orifices. The 
small
glass container filled up as did the toilet bowl. I had been milked! 

"You are now cleansed and milked," Mistress said with a huge grin on her face
anda wicked
gleam in her eye. The two women looked at each other and smiled. I felt 
releived that that
was over. It had been the most humiliating experience in my entire life. I was
as red as a
beetroot. My head bowed, looking at the shiny white shoes of the nurse, Sara.
The toilet
flushed and washed away some of my old life and thoughts with it. "Come on.
Let's go and
get you ready for the evening," said Sara. "You'll need some help you know,"
added the
Mistress. I was untied but the catheter was still left in place, only the tube
with the
tap on removed. I was taken upstairs, a shuffling abject wreck of humanity. I
felt weak
and weary. Things couldn't get any worse for me now I thought. Mind you it
was't the end
of the world. I was going to a dinner party which could mean I'll get fed and
watered.
Who knows, perhaps I'll have something great to wear, probably involving 
rubber knowing
these two. I was led to a room on the first floor which I hadn't been in 
before. It was a
very big room. One wall was completely covered with doors and the other with a
mirror.
There was a table with a mirror and some chairs, a large iron framed bed and a
dentists
chair. What now?  


"OK Simon, I've got to get you ready, into your costume. Some co-operation
would be appreciated.
" Sara said. I nodded. I wasn't really in the mood to disagree with her. She
smiled and removed
the ball gag from my aching jaws. I moved them about trying to get some 
feeling of normality back
into them as if they were really part of my body. She removed all my bonds.
They thudded
to the carpeted floor; the sound absorbed by the room sucked into the very
walls themselves.
She sat me down on a chair and removed from a cupboard something that looked
remarkably
like the lower half of a catsuit except that it was flesh coloured looked too
small
to fit me. "Oh don't worry that will fit you despite its appearance. It fits
very
snugly and is very resilient to wear and tear. It just requires extra help to
get into,"
Sara said reassuringly as she knelt down at my feet. I looked at her and she
smiled back.
"All that before was part of the cleaning ritual. You're now ready to wear
this costume." 

She eased my right foot into the foot of the flesh-coloured latex hanging 
limply before
me on the floor. It resembled a foot with individual black painted toes as
well. It was a
tight fit, perhaps two sizes too small so that it fitted very snugly but was
lined with a
very thin coating of lubrication which made the journey of my toes and foot
into the
darkness easier than I'd imagined. She ensured that there were no air pockets
whatsoever,
a task that took some time. Then she did the same for my left foot. Walking at
this point
in time would have been difficult indeed with legs around my ankles! She eased
the smooth,
tight material up to my knees and bade me to stand up. She continued up to my
mid thigh
which was when I noticed that there was not only somewhere for my penis to be
tucked into,
a 'cache sexe' as used by professional 'drag artists' but also a tiny hole
where the
catheter would be plugged into and a small length of a latex tube which would
be inserted
into my anus. It glistened with the lubricant coated on its outside. She 
continued pulling
and easing the tight latex higher up my thigh, carefully inserting the 
catheter and
my penis into its recess and securing it. She pulled the rest up and over my
bottom
smoothing the material around my anus and in-between the crack in my bottom.
The very
top was thinner and ended just above my rib cage. She walked me over to the
mirror so
that I could see the lower half. It altered my shape such that you wouldn't
notice I was
a man. I now had woman's tummy, wider thighs, hips and bottom. She spread my
legs with her
hands and showed me the details of my pubic hair, labia and vagina. "We're
nearly there.
In case you were wondering, you even have a vagina as the body part of the
suit comes
down a little lower. It's not the real depth but it's there." She laughed and
smiled at
me. "Well that's very useful to know," I replied a small smile on my lips.
"Sit down please
Simon," she said.

She retrieved the upper torso. It too was flesh coloured. The feeling of the
extremely
tight latex around my lower half felt overwhelmingly sexy. I moved my legs and
there wasn't
a ripple or blemish to be seen in my new outer skin. You could see the muscle
and sinew definition
but nothing else. I touched it with my hand, it was warm and smooth and felt
remarkably lifelike.
It did have some inbuilt features such as it had internal boning on the torso
to reduce my waist
by six inches and boning on the neck to keep my head up and erect in a haughty
manner. Breathing
was hard work but possible. I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Good isn't it?"
said Sara sadistically.
"Fantastic." I remarked. She pulled my arms up and manoeuvred and manhandled
the material down my
arms, wrists, hands, upper torso, neck and around my head. The thin material
around my upper torso
stuck to the thin material of the lower garment like static forming a smooth
seal. The
material covering my entire body was now the same thickness all over much 
thicker but
more elastic than that of medium weight rubber more like the stuff used for
tights or
stockings. I was led over to the large mirror and gazed at my now completely
changed body
that had just my face poking through like the tableaux on the pier at the 
seaside. My
outer skin made me look like a voluptuously curvaceous woman but bald! I 
flexed my black
fingernailed fingers in front of my unchanged face. I gasped at my reflection
that almost
wasn't me. "Not finished yet you know," Sara chided me. Sit down over here."
This was
opposite a table mounted with a lighted mirror. I padded over to it, my hips
swaying,
breasts jiggling slightly and ass wobbling slightly too. Strange. Sara picked
up a limp
mask and eased onto my face, securing it too the side of the hood of the suit
I was wearing
forming a smooth seal. She eased and smoothed it into place hiding my 
features, replacing
them with something different. She stopped to let me catch a glimpse. I stared
into my own
eyes but now I could no longer see myself. 


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