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I moved my left hand and waved and the figure in the reflection moved its 
right hand and
waved back. She delicately finished the mask. "Now for the make up, 
beautiful." she said
with a wink and a smile in the direction of my reflection. She placed a long
black wig
onto the baldpate and secured it. "Head back and eyes open please," she said
sternly.
She popped a contact lens into each eye, which gave my eyes black irises. I
winked at
her, my reflection and she winked back, her unnaturally long eyelashes 
fluttered in front
of my eye somewhat disconcertingly. I pouted my full red lips and peered 
intently down my
new long, pointed nose. Sitting in front of the mirror or behind it I wasn't
sure was a
beautiful woman, staring right back. Bizarre to say the least. "Over here 
Simone," laughed
Sara. I walked over, the suit's dynamics were such that I couldn't help but
walk in the
manner of a woman. Everything swayed and bounced in the correct manner. The
breasts above
my thin waist were large and firm looking, the bottom round but fleshy looking
to impart
movement in my bottom and breasts. Sara stared at me, eyeing me up and down.
She pulled
out from the wardrobe a long dark blue dress made of velvet. "You're going to
need some help
with this. Stand over there in the middle of the room," Sara said, pointing.
She dragged a
chair over behind where I was standing and then stood on it. "Raise your hands
in the air,"
she ordered. She dropped the dress over me and I shimmied and wriggled as she
helped me to
position the dress. It was a tight fit. 

It was long sleeved but with the luscious velvet rippling in folds around my
wrists and the hem
touched the floor. The front was cut in a 'v' from the shoulders to the 
sternum and the back cut
to the small of the back. Feet of the material trailed out behind me on the
floor. "Sit." Sara
said as if ordering a dog. She picked up a large shoebox and removed a pair of
shoes wrapped in
tissue paper. Slowly she unwrapped them to reveal a pair of black sandals. She
put them on. They
had seven-inch steel heels and straps that wound round my calf to just below
my knee. A thin strap
just behind my toes held them on. I stood up on the spindly heels and gazed
majestically around the
room stopping and admiring m image in the mirror when I caught sight of it. My
it was impressive like
something out of a John Willie or Eric Stanton illustration or perhaps more
like Morticia Adams! "You
look fantastic, Simone!" laughed Sara. "Now for some earrings and some large
tacky rings for yur fingers."
"Come on downstairs and you can have a little drink and wait for Mistress 
Christine," she said grabbing me
by the hand and leading me downstairs. She mixed me a Gin and tonic in a tall
glass. "Wait here. I'll be
back soon and then we can go." Purred Sara. I sat for a while sipping my drink
and contemplating my
predicament. 

I heard coming down the corridor the stomp stomp stomp of a large pair of 
boots. I got up
and walked to the door to have a look when I was confronted by the enormous
figure of a person,
who looked down and said in a very deep voice, "Ah there you are. Come on now,
Simone, we're off
now." He turned and walked out followed by a madly grinning Sara and myself.
As we walked out to
the car, the monster, a huge man mountain, the spitting image of Lurch, said,
"Now we are going
to have some fun. You may address me as Lurch but I'm still in charge." It was
Mistress Christine
dressed as Lurch. Sara was now attired as our latex chauffeur for the evening.
We sat next to
each other in the back of the car. She explained that the outfit consisted of
a built up latex
covered exoskeleton and head with the rest of the costume on the top of that.
It fitted snugly
and had fully working appendages at which remark she attempted to smile but
weakly. We all laughed.
She complimented my appearance adding that no one had ever worn the woman 
suit, as she called it,
before, that I was the guinea pig. Every so often Sara would look in the rear
view mirror and her
eyes would burn into me, devouring me with every glance. I felt surprised and
flattered by her
looks and attention. 

We eventually stopped at a road blocked by a barrier. Sara dropped us of. It
was a private
road. It was starting to get dark. The two of us walked down the middle of the
well-lit tree
lined road. I did occasionally catch the glimpse of a face at a curtained 
window as the curtain
feel back into place. Some people standing outside a front door talking turned
to gawp at us. We
waived back, smiling. We walked to the end of the road, a cul de sac, until we
reached a house
surrounded by hedges and with only a gap in them to denote the entrance to a
gravel drive down
 which we crunched slowly. The front of the house was bright with light. As we
got to the door
 it opened and we were greeted by Count Dracula! Mistress Christine handed him
a card that she
 fished out of a jacket pocket. The Count bowed and we walked in and were 
ushered into a room by
 the Mummy! Seated and standing in the well appointed room, around a roaring
fire, sipping drinks
 were a Zombie, the Wicked Queen from Snow White, a Werewolf, and Freddy 
Kruger. A strange
 combination of people indeed. We were offered some drinks which I gratefully
accepted using
 the best imitation of a husky female voice that I could muster. Lurch smiled
at my attempt.
 From the outside everyone had on regular costumes but I was willing to bet
money that what the
 eye couldn't see was much more interesting.

Small talk punctured the sound of clinking and tinkling glasses and ice. The
Mummy banged a gong
and we were shown to the dining room. There were eight place settings and the
characters were
arranged with the Count and Mummy at either end of the table and Lurch, the
Werewolf and the
Wicked Queen on one side and myself, Freddie and the Zombie on the other. The
table and chairs
were all of solid oak construction and appeared to be Mediaeval in appearance.
The cutlery,
plates and goblets also gave the same appearance, as did the huge fireplace
within which
someone could stand up in. Food started to arrive wheeled in on a trolley by
the Mummy. Dracula
had to help, as the Mummy couldn't use its hands poor thing, they were bound
up tight by a grey,
discoloured wrapping. Dracula poured me a drink and looked deep into my black
eyes, so deep that
he overfilled my goblet, which brought about a peel of laughter. Conversations
became more
animated as the participants became ever filled with the alcohol being avidly
consumed by
all concerned.

Through the course of the meal I learned a little about my horrible dining
companions.   It
seems that this happened every year but at a different location every time and
between people
who didn't directly know each other. A friend of aquaitances or recommendation
by someone you
knew. Plus everyone was obliged to wear fancy dress. There were I learned by
deduction and guesswork,
four women and four men around the table who consisted of two dominants, two
subservients, two
slaves and a Master and Mistress. I think I knew that I was one of the slaves
or thought I was,
I wasn't too sure of my exact relationship with Christine. I examined the 
outward appearance of
the guests around the table as well. The Count looked like something out of a
thirties horror movie,
fangs as well as slicked back black hair. The Mummy was stiff and unable to do
much except nod and
grunt. She and the Count had something going on, perhaps he the dominant and
she, I thought it was a
woman, the sub. The Werewolf was very furry all teeth and nails like a lady
who lunched except I
thought that it was a man under that fur, perhaps a Master, who knows. The
partner of this creature
appeared to be Freddy Kruger, horrible scarred face, probably a latex mask and
large razor talons
on the fingers. The striped jumper had seen better days! He had lots of 
trouble eating, as did the
Werewolf, those nails were a nuisance. Freddy was a woman underneath, the 
movements of the fingers
gave that away and she was probably the other slave. Lastly, the Zombie and
the Wicked Queen. The
Queen perhaps a Dominant woman and the Zombie, tattered clothes, shuffling
gait and lack of
vocabulary maybe a male sub. I was fascinated to know if anyone of them had on
as elaborate a
costume as Lurch and me.

The meal ended and we adjourned to another room. This was a large but cosy
room with a large
fireplace and old leather chairs, sofas and a table filled it. The meal itself
had been very
enjoyable and as I was hungry I consumed most of what was put in front of me
given the constriction
of my costume and was feeling in a very good mood indeed. I felt in a caprious
and playful state of
mind. On my way to the room the Count had patted my bottom as had the Werewolf
earlier on. Hmm. We
were all offered Brandy and cigars, thin cheeroots. Not everyone took one 
though. I took one and
started puffing away on the thing. It didn't smell like any cigar I'd tasted,
not very many admittedly
but it sure smelled and tasted like weed though. Other substances were offered
around as well, tablets
and powders. I checked the grandfather clock hidden in the shadows of the 
room. It wasn't quite yet
eleven. The cigar was starting to have an effect on me. I was beginning to get
the feeling of paranoia
as I was in a strange place amongst people I'd never met and with a strange
sense of foreboding building
up inside and outside of me. I looked over at Christine but she just smiled
back. Dracula picked up some
cards and handed them out to everyone, face side downwards. I had an ace as
had the Zombie, Freddy and
the Mummy. The others had twos. This meant the holders of an ace could decide
what the forfeits and the
tasks to be done were while those with a two would have to carry out the task
and endure the forfeit. My
disposition suddenly brightened up. Lurch's face, along with the Wicked 
Queen's, Dracula's and the
Werewolf had suddenly lost some of their glow and knowing smug looks. Someone
was looking favourably
 on the lower orders tonight.

Dracula spoke, "No more talking for the rest of the evening." Adding emphasis
by putting his fingers
to his lips that no one was to talk. He collected the cards into two piles,
aces and twos and picked
the top one of each pile. An ace of spades and the two of hearts. I had picked
the ace of spades the
first time, so that was me. The two of hearts was Dracula. What happens next I
thought to myself.
Everyone turned to look at me. I rose to my feet and walked purposely over to
Dracula. I hadn't liked
the look of him or his manner despite him being the host. He was too smooth
and oily. Not someone
I would have shared a meal with. I looked at the faces of the other people in
the room as I strode
over to him with an exaggerated walk. Hips swaying, one high heeled sandal in
front of another as
if walking a tightrope. The tension in the room heightened. I stared into his
blood red drunken eyes
and smiled wickedly at him. 

Part 6

As I walked up to Dracula I wondered what he'd appreciate the least. I stood
before him, somewhat
taller than him. I looked down disdainfully at him. I motioned for him to lie
on the floor, beneath
me, eyes looking up into mine. I squatted and flicking my dress out of the way
straddled his face,
my knees pining his arms down. All eyes turned toward us. I pinched his nose
and his mouth opened.
I had been dying to go the toilet for ages, so I peed in his mouth. After a
second I stopped pinching
his nose but he didn't close his mouth, he just drank the stuff without 
hesitation. I stopped and
got up turning round to see the huge bulge in his trousers. He enjoyed that
much to my annoyance.
He attempted to rise but my shoe on his head saw that he sunk to the floor. I
waggled my finger
at him. I pointed to the Werewolf who came over and gesticulated that he jerk
Dracula off and
swallowed. He looked aghast beneath the fur but complied. I got Dracula to do
the same to the
Werewolf.

Dracula licked his lips as he picked another two cards. They were the same as
before! I slapped him
on the left check with the flat of my hand. He similed but his check was very
red. He looked very
surprised at the force of the blow. I pointed at Lurch who rose and came over.
By the time I had
opened the flies on the trousers, the huge phallus was erect. Dracula looked
horrified. Lurch
smiled as large a grin as possible. I tapped Dracula on the back of the head
and his mouth went
to work on Lurch's member. He gagged a few times but swallowed, white liquid
dripping from his
ruby red lips. He glared at me but sat down quietly. The room was deathly 
quiet with only the
sound of the crackling fire to intrude upon our thoughts. I felt as though
things might get worse.
I grabbed Lurch's arm and we strode out of the room, down the hall and out of
the front door into
the chill of the night air. Shambling behind us as fast as it could go was the
Mummy. It was a
fairly small thing, about five foot two. Legs and arms stiff, torso tightly
bound, so seeing as
we were in a hurry, I just picked it up in a fireman's lift and the three of
us started to move
quickly down the gravel drive. Dracula came to the front door followed by the
others who just
swarmed past him, knocking him over, and out into the night. He shouted and
swore, waving his
fists, as he lay prone on the ground. One of the guests caught up with us as
we were running the
street, heels and boots clattering as the mob of monsters moved down the 
lighted street. "We don't
half look a sight," said Freddy. I laughed and said, "What will the neighbours
say!" "Am I glad to
be out of there," said the Witch Queen. Doors and curtains twitched as we 
progressed down the road.

At the barrier was the familiar sight of the car and Sara with the doors open,
the soft light of the
interior beckoning us in. "Does anyone require a lift," said Christine in a
concerned tone of voice.
Everyone said no except the Mummy who nodded its head up and down vigorously.
We bundled into the car,
the Mummy in the middle. The car drove off quickly, back through a now 
sleeping London. The car was
silent for a while. Then Christine said, "You know something. I've never liked
that man. I've been to
his parties a few times and I've hated every one. Other's fine, him no. He
always has that card routine
and it always ends in tears for someone. This time it was him. Thank you for
that." She kissed me
on the check. I blushed but you couldn't see but might have felt the heat.
Sara smiled in the mirror.
"Who is the Mummy?" She asked. "No idea," we both chorused. "I think it's the
host's partner." I replied.
"It was." said Christine matter of factly. "I don't think there was any love
lost between the two of them.
"She added. The Mummy nodded. It lent over and brushed what would have been
it's lips on my check.
It gently raised a mummified hand and gently stroked my lips with the tip of
the appendage. "It's
a she, right?" I asked. "Yes it is a woman." Said Christine. "What about all
this wrapping then?
Let's take it off now." I said impatiently, longing to see the face 
underneath. "No we'll wait
till we get home. It's too difficult to remove here. We need more space." 
Replied Christine.
"Point taken." I said.

It was odd but at that moment in the back of the car I felt perhaps for the
first time in my
life a sense of belonging. Whether it was the situation we had just been in or
the presence
of a stranger who I couldn't see next to me but felt some strange bond with, I
wasn't sure but
something had happened. Christine didn't seem so frosty now and Sara even 
exuded an air of
bonhomie about her. The car sped onwards through the night. Every so often the
Mummy would turn
to look at me and I could feel her eyes on me even though her vision was 
obscured by the bandages wound
tightly around her head. She couldn't hear very well if at all because an 
attempt by me to whisper
in her ear was a fruitless exercise. At last we arrived back at Mistress 
Christine's house. I must
remember to call her that. At this moment in time it feels somehow too formal,
too strict.

Once inside the safe environs of her large house we headed down to the cellar.
"I'll be glad to
get out of this thing." Said Mistress Christine once we'd reached the main
room of the cellar, a
room of large dimensions and lined with a soft substance that absorbed the
sound of her voice.
"It's heavy. Come on Sara give me a hand. Simon, see if you can manage the
Mummy. You know I've
never seen what she really looks like. She's always been covered up in some
way shape or form.
"Sara and Christine went over to one side of the room while the Mummy and I
went over to the other
side. I smiled at the Mummy. I looked the body up and down, a short body, but
long legs, female in
shape. Underneath all those bandages I imagined something lovely waiting to
emerge like a butterfly
from its cocoon. I looked for some way to get a handhold. Nothing. I looked a
little closer at the
feet of the Mummy. She leaned on me as I bent her leg in order to look at the
underside and noticed
that some of the wrapping had been damaged. After a minute of furious tugging
and nearly causing the
Mummy to fall over, I managed to remove some of the material. It had been 
soaked in something in
order to make it sticky and easier to mould to the shape underneath. I started
pulling and unwinding
and eventually removed the wrapping from both legs. It revealed a gleaming
shapely white pair of
latex legs, wearing white ankle high ballet boots. The flat part of the feet
had been fake and
filled with sand to make walking more difficult.

I looked over at Sara and Christine and saw that Christine had been divested
of her outer garment
and appeared nude, except that she was outwardly a man, flesh coloured latex
encasing her female form.
The big boots she had worn had acted as stilts so she was still the same 
height as me but very much
broader around the chest and arms with a large penis nestling ominously 
between her legs. I turned
back to strange shape before me and resumed my task with renewed vigour and
relish at seeing what
was going to take shape before me. After some careful examination of the 
wrapping I found a loose
piece of cloth and began unwinding again. By the time I'd finished, both Sara,
now divested of her
uniform and Christine had come over to see the unveiling. Under the bright
lights of the cellar, the
white catsuit was like the light from a Renaissance Angel. Beatific and 
angelic, illuminating our
awe-struck faces as we worshipped at the shrine of Latex. She stood about 
six-foot in her towering
heels but I could examine back of the hood without too much difficulty as I
now towered over them all.
The hood was locked on by small padlocks, as was her neck and waist corset,
cover over her crotch and
the boots. Her arms ended in thumbless mittens. No way for her to get out of
all that. Sara
disappeared and then reappeared with some lock picks! We tried them and hey
presto! the locks
on her boots were opened. Eventually the locks from all her secured clothing
were opened and
the undressing began. The dildoes attached to the crotch strap were heavily
coated and smelt
pungently of the activity in her groin. She gasped for breath when we removed
the huge gag
from her mouth and could hear us when the earplugs were removed. She smiled
and hugged as when
she was divested of all her accoutrements.

She told us her name was Tina and that she had been the hosts secretary and
mistress, he was
married but the wife living in ignorance. She was owned by her boss but had
wanted to break
free as she his treatment of her had been getting harsher and harsher and ever
since the first
year together she'd never felt comfortable, just trapped. The man was a bully
and we had turned
up like the proverbial cavalry. I began to tell her of my situation but 
Christine cut me dead
with a look and word. I thought about shouting it out but decided for some
reason not too bother.
The sight of Tina made me slack jawed. She had short-cropped blonde hair and a
wonderfully
proportioned body which just oused sexuality. I had to stick around now. 
Christine looked at
me and winked. I was surprised. Tina asked if she could stay a couple of days
to think things
through for a while. She didn't have anywhere to stay as she lived in a flat
above the office
and didn't have any possessions as he had denied her any only what was 
provided by him. She was
his slave, at work and at play. 

"Let's do something, um, interesting," said Christine. "Something I've been
meaning to try for
ages." Sara undressed me and then we all wondered out into the corridor and
off into another room
of the large, labyrinthine cellar. The suits that Christine and I were wearing
intrigued Tina and
they had initially fooled her until now. The room we entered had a seesaw in
it as well as a bed.
Some kind of rack, a Saint Andrews cross and various other wood, steel and
leather made apparatus
littered the place like sculptures in a gallery. Hanging down from the ceiling
and stacked on the
walls on hooks or perhaps hidden behind some of the impressive cupboards were
other items. "Ok Sara
I need you to help me out of this and then dress me in something more 
appropriate for a woman of my
position," commanded Christine imperiously. "Tina you can help Simone out of
that gear. Be careful
now, I don't want it ruined otherwise they'll be hell to pay," she said with a
huge grin on her
latex face. It took Sara and Tina some time to remove our outer skins but 
eventually we were free
only Christine was by now next door, away from our prying and curious eyes.
Tina looked me up and
seemed quite pleased with what she saw as she nodded appreciatively and walked
around me as I
circled her to get a better and closer view. We both smiled and started 
laughing.

Just then in walked Christine, resplendent in a black leather corset, black
thigh high six-inch
stiletto heeled boots, a black leather neck corset and long black leather 
gloves. Behind her
tottered Sara similarly attired, bald head glinting under the bright lights of
the room and
held high and proud, chin jutting forward, breasts jiggling and bouncing as
she moved each thigh
high ballet boot carefully in front of her. This one though ended in shiny
steel points the width
of a stiletto heel. Her hands were encased in leather mittens which were 
pointed keeping her hand
flat and the neck corset reached under and supported her chin. The corset 
around her middle
reached from her hips to just supporting her breasts and was heavily boned
with steel stays
on the outside, as was her neck corset. "Ah, my little beauties. It looks as
though you two
are getting on very well. Hmm. I'll have to change my plans for tonight then.
Sara, go and
fetch the trolley with their attire on it for me. If you would be so kind."
She said with a
cruel sneer on her red lips. Sara hobbled out, click clacking on the stone
floor. Tina and
I stood, naked, feeling vulnerable before the imperious gaze of Mistress 
Christine. "Well,
kneel before me and kiss my boots dears," she said sternly. We rushed forward
and knelt to
kiss her shiny, pointed boots. "Lovely asses. Raise them up for me." She 
commanded. I felt
the air move as two crops swished through the air and connected with our 
buttocks issuing
a sharp 'smack'. She stepped back. "Stay," she said as if commanding a dog.
She walked
around us. 

Just then the trolley trundled in, wheels squeaking loudly amidst the silence
of the dungeon.
"Dress each other please." She said. We helped each other into the items. A
heavily boned
leather corset each. Knee high leather ballet boots which ended in a metal
point. "Stay there
you two while I see to Sara. Don't move." She said calmly. The seesaw was made
of metal, each
arm consisting of parallel tubes with springs that affixed to the floor and
ceiling. Sara lay
on the arms on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Christine forced a huge
hard red rubber
ball gag into Sara's mouth and did it up very tightly, the straps marking 
Sara's face, her
eyes wide and moist. She raised Sara and laced her up into a stout leather arm
binder, the
end of which she fastened to the seesaw's arms. Sara's head and shoulders were
supported by
nothing but the air around her. A three-foot spreader bar was fastened to her
booted ankles and
the middle of the bar connected with another bar to the arms of the seesaw.
Then some vicious
nipple clamps with sprung weights were attached to her hard jutting nipples.
Lastly two
double-ended dildoes were inserted into Sara's anus and vagina. The vaginal
one had a stop
that abutted to Sara's crotch. Christine walked over to the other end and 
pulled the see saw up
then down. Sara rose in the air about three foot then down three feet, her
pointed boots touching
the floor just before her head did, absorbing the impact and scraping on the
floor. Her body
juddered with the movement of the arm, vibrations transmitted by the springs
on the structure
but also the bouncing weights on her nipples. She gasped and wheezed as drool
escaped from
her stuffed mouth.

Tina and both exchanged hurried and excited glances tinged on my part with a
little bit of
fear as well. Tina was just excited. "Now your turn. You do make a lovely 
couple,"
said Christine, brightly. I walked, as directed by Christine, gingerly over to
the
seesaw on the tips of my toes. I sat down on the arm of the seesaw first 
facing away
from the middle. Then Tina came over, expertly I might add in her boots, and
sat
opposite me, legs around my waist and dangling down, right on the end of the
arm.
Spreader bars were attached to our boots and then secured via a single bar
each to
the arm. Then connecting nipple clamps were placed on each of us with small
sprung
loaded weights. We were squashed together. I could now feel the warmth of her
breasts
pressing tightly to my chest. Our arms were behind each other's back and 
secured in leather
arm binders, the ends of which had 'D' rings which were then secured to the
seesaw. Now she
produced a two-headed hood that she put on both of us. It laced and zipped up
the back,
making for a very snug fit. They were joined by means of a single tube coming
out of
each mouth. Each mask had a built in gag but with one bulb that connected to
the tube
separating us, that Christine squeezed with glee. She ensured the nostril plug
fitted
snugly. The four steel coated breathing tubes joined together to form one 
which then led
into a rebreather bag, the valve of which started to flutter once we were 
connected up.
She wasn't quite finished though. Oh no. Now Christine manhandled my penis
into a rubber
phallus that she secured to my waist then got Tina to slide into her moist
vagina. It
slipped in easily. Pressed up against her clitoris was a small rubber nodule.
Then
Christine rudely inserted a double-ended butt plug into both of our bottoms.
That
was snug and felt strange, as did the phallus. This was because they were both
filled with mercury that produced the most delightful sensations. Christine
went over
to Sara and switched on the dildoes and then did the same for us. She then
strapped a
dildo on and climbed on, pushing the dildo into Sara and then sitting on the
other and
sighing as she lowered herself onto it. 

Part 7

Staring back at me were Tina's excited eyes. I found it hard to breathe as the
corset was
crushing my ribs with its vicious steel boning and the neck corset gripped
like a garrotte.
My feet and toes ached as well being crammed into pointed ballet boots. My
nipples burned
with exquisite pain as the weights bounced up and down. We dare not move too
far apart as
a small chain linked our nipples. Her thighs wrapped around my waist and her
chest
crushed against mine. My anus was filled with a rubber butt plug and my penis
gripped
inside its own rubber-spiked prison of a phallus. I breathed as deeply as I
could through
my nose and tried to look down at the rebreather bag which was located just
below my chin.
It shuddered and collapsed with the uneven breathing of the two of us 
connected up to it,
never growing to its full round shape. I looked into Tina's eyes and then down
at the bag.
She did the same. Our eyes met again and she winked. We synchronised our 
breathing and the
bag was now collapsing and expanding evenly. Our end of the seesaw moved 
upwards and ripples
and vibrations juddered through our bodies as the springs tightened and 
twanged their metallic
melody. 

The judders and vibrations of the seesaw movement was beginning to have it's
effect on us.
Up and down it went, remorselessly bouncing my bottom and shoving the butt
plug deep into me.
Bouncing on my thighs was Tina, gripping the dildo that went in and out of her
sopping
vagina as the seesaw went up and down. The very act of her squeezing and then
releasing
the phallus, pressed and then released the little rubber spikes in contact
with my rock hard
penis. Up and down it went. The weights torturing my nipples with their 
unpredictable movement.
The vibrations from the springs were intense. My muscles began to tense up,
bunch, contract and
expand of their own accord. Every time our end of the arm reached the bottom
of its arc my poor
toes were crunched in the bottom of my severe ballet boots. My tendons and
toes were hurting
like hell, not to mention my nipples. Opposite me Tina was tensing and 
relaxing, her breathing
becoming more and more erratic. I could see her tendons and muscles so 
prominent that she
looked as she'd been turned inside out. Then from somewhere in the room I 
heard an almighty
scream that wrenched the air like thunder on a hot muggy day. I could feel
myself about to
explode. In front of me Tina's eyes looked like they would pop out of her head
as she came
and then I did.

The movement stopped as Christine had got up and the tips of our boots hit the
floor. We
were released but couldn't walk because we were both so wobbly and exhausted.
Once divested
of our garments we could all see each other's huge smiles and grins. Muscles
tired and aching
but minds relaxed and joyous. Sara showed Tina and I to the room we were going
to sleep in.
She bade me lie on the bed and strapped my wrists and ankles with sheepskin
lined leather cuffs.
Underneath me was a white latex sheet and under my head a white latex covered
pillow. Tina was
told to lie on top of me with her head where my crotch was and her pert, peach
shaped bottom
over my head. Sara then secured Tina by the wrists and ankles and then eased
us into some
interesting underwear. Each was made of latex with breathing tubes leading to
rebreather
bags and then secured tightly so that no light could enter. My nose was firmly
wedged against
Tina's anus and my mouth below her fragrant vagina and still engorged 
clitoris. Her vagina was
still wet and so my face was getting wet with her. Her breasts with their 
still hard nipples
were pressed against my stomach, while Sara had placed Tina above my limp 
penis. Sara left the
room and turned out the light.

I wasn't as tired as I thought I'd be due the feverish activity of my mind and
the desirable woman
resting on top of my and whose wondrous odour that pervaded my senses. Tina
wasn't too tired either.
I licked her lips then probed my tongue into her wet vagina, tasting her 
sweetness. She started to
lick and tease my turgid penis with her wicked tongue. Somewhere I heard a
moan as I licked around
and then on her clitoris. Strangely I could feel her nipples getting even 
harder. Now I plunged my
tongue into her gaping vagina as far as I could which meant that my nose sunk
into her anus,
giving me a huge whiff of her excreta. It was all heady stuff. My temples were
throbbing and
now my penis was hard again. Tina's thigh gripped my head and I felt as if she
was going to crush
my poor, fug filled head. We both came loudly and powerfully. I feel asleep
not long afterwards and
felt a heavy head resting on my groin. I'd wanted to get close to this woman
I'd only recently met
but maybe not this close!

Like most men of my age I dreamed during the night that a beautiful woman was
giving me a blowjob
and I that I was reciprocating and giving her a good tonguing. It was true
because I awoke with a
start to realise that I'd come and that my tongue was aching as if I'd been
talking in my sleep
all night. I drifted back to sleep and once again like a lot of men my age I
awoke with a raging
hardon but found it being licked and caressed by the most expert of tongues. I
started to lick
and probe the vagina suspended above me. The taste and smell was a rich 
combination. I gently
bit the clitoris that elicited a startled squeal from the area of my groin. I
suddenly felt her
teeth scrapping along the head of my penis that caused me a sharp intake of
breath. We continued
to lick and tease, probe and plunge, bite and tongue each other until we both
came and collapsed
in fits of stifled giggles.

After a hearty breakfast all four of us, wearing dressing gowns of silk and
having showered, went
out into the huge walled garden and off to a small building at the bottom of
it. Once inside, Sara
helped herself and me to get ready while Christine helped Tina. I had to wear
a tight fitting
leather catsuit with a waist and neck corset on underneath and a leather hood
with only holes for
my nostrils and eyes. On my feet were knee high boots with no heel and with a
hoof shaped sole with
a horseshoe on the bottom. I was thus walking on tiptoe. My arms were bound to
the sides of my body.
My penis was stuffed into a huge, long thin phallus. My mouth was filled with
a gag that had a
phallus on the outside. Sara pumped up the gag, filling my mouth with rubber.
The leather was very soft
and fitted closely. Sara meanwhile had the same on except that her hood was
shaped like a horse's head,
complete with a long flowing main and her mouth stuffed with a bridle and bit.
On her feet were
the same sort of boots I was wearing. The sole was six inches high. Her arms
were bound to her
side. I stood behind her and was told to insert the curved penis gag into her
anus. 

Christine and Tina lugged a big box over, which looked heavy. They unpacked
it. Metal tubes piled
up on the floor. Tina was wearing a black latex catsuit with an anal butt plug
with curved dildo
protruding obscenely from her bottom like a stiff tail. Her masked face was
spoilt by a phallus
where her mouth was and tubes from her nostrils that went into a rebreather
bag. A strange framework
was built using the tubular metal. Sara and I stood still while they laboured
Sara getting more
agitated by the presence of the anal intruder. The framework was secured to us
using various
fitting points built into each of our suits. We resembled a very strange 
looking creature indeed.
Then Tina ducked below me, grabbed me round the waist with her legs and put
her hands straight up
in front of Sara. Christine secured them to the frame and placed them into a
latex single hand
glove. My large penis was inserted into her vagina and the anal dildo into my
anus. Her legs
were then secured to the frame, astride of the lower half of my torso. I was
filled with rubber.
Tina was filled with rubber and Sara was filled with rubber and metal. Pump up
blindfolds were
then placed over my eyes and Tina's eyes, plunging us into darkness. Then a
leather covering was
put over the three of us followed by a saddle that was fastened underneath
Tina transforming us
into a pantomime horse! 

Christine was to be the rider, red latex jacket, white latex jodhpurs, black
hard hat and
shiny black leather riding boots with spurs and a vicious riding crop that
swished
menacingly in the cool air of morning. Christine put her boot into the 
stirrups and
mounted the horse. With my back bent she felt heavy. The crop lashed my leg as
she pulled on
the reins. We moved forward at a walk. On the path our feet clipped clopped on
the flagstones.
The spurs dug into my thighs and I tried to pick up the speed. We moved into a
canter.
I couldn't see in front of me. I had to trust the rider and the head of the
'horse'.
Christine pulled up with the reins and I bumped into Sara. My back was aching
with the
strain but the tightness of the corset at least stopped my back from bending!
By the end
of half an hour we were being made to jump over some small hurdles. We trotted
around again.
I could feel Tina squeezing my latex covered penis as if cracking a nut. The
dildo in my anus
was being shoved relentlessly back and forth. In and out. My head was bobbing
up and down,
forcing the penis in and out of Sara's anus. All the while Tina's head was
being crushed and
then squashed by Sara's thighs and bottom. I ached all over but I could feel
myself about to
explode. This was too much to bear. I came grunting and growling into the gag,
the air expelled
from my lungs, my legs weak and wobbly with bearing the weight and trying to
trot. Sara screamed
with pleasure, as did Tina whose breath I could barely feel on my leather 
sheathed face.

Lunch was eaten in the kitchen in a convivial atmosphere. Then we were all
dressed up to go
out for a stroll in the wind and rain of a miserable Sunday afternoon. We had
on mackintoshes,
waders, catuits, gloves, hoods, socks, and layers of clothing to keep out the
cold. I was wearing
a catsuit with socks and gloves and built in hood and penile sheath. Stuck
around the rear was an
anal sheath which lined my anus with soft rubber. Then a second, thicker suit
was donned followed
by waders and thick rubber gloves. Then gas masks were fastened on. Each of us
was now in our own
self contained world. Lastly the mackintoshes with sou-westers. We ended up
somewhere isolated.
Christine grabbed me by the hand and said in a seductive voice, "Follow me."
We walked a short
distance. Christine pulled me to the floor on tope of her. She opened her coat
revealing a shiny,
skin-tight catsuit underneath. She pulled down the crotch zip and unzipped the
short zips over her
breasts. Transparent latex covered nipples peeked provocatively through the
black surroundings. This
was a surprise but not as much as the sight of her transparent latex covered
vaginal lips which were
 pink and fleshy underneath. My latex covered penis was as hard and rigid as a
crowbar. I could hear
 my own breathing, loudly in my ears and saw the valves on her gasmask 
fluttering. I rolled her erect
 nipples with my fingers. Slowly. Squeezing them gently. She was panting and
the skin colour had gone
 a deeper shade of pink. I rubbed her latex lined vagina with my fingers and
noticed it was
 lubricated. She grabbed my waist and guided me into her. I plunged in and was
gripped by powerful
 vaginal muscles. They squeezed as I plunged. In and out. She rotated her hips
and then thrust
 upwards as I thrust down. Up and down. Then I could feel the semen welling up
inside waiting to
 be expelled. I came with an almighty shout and scream that nearly burst my
eardrums with the
 gasmask. Christine did the same seconds after me. She gripped my bottom so
hard I thought she
 would rip the rubber from my body.

We met up with the others again. Beneath their masks were big smiles. Then we
frolicked in the cold.
Wandering in the woods, larking about in the mud. Then we walked home with
joyous hearts and springs
in our steps. The rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing, reading and 
chatting. Evening approached
and we all sat down to a meal prepared by Sara. I was wearing full evening
dress. White tie top hat
and tails. In latex! Sara was in a full ball gown as was Tina and Christine.
Sara in blue, Tina in
red and Christine in black. They were strapless with corset bodices, matching
long gloves and yards
of latex billowing all around their legs. On their feet were matching six inch
high heels.
Undergarments were matching latex stocking, knickers, bra and corsets. All
latex. Around their
fine and slender necks were stainless steel necklaces that fitted perfectly.
It was delicious
and warming. 

We all prepared to retire to bed. Christine took us all aside into the library
where a roaring fire was
crackling and popping, throwing weird shadows onto the wall opposite. "Now.
You two guests. I have a
proposition for you. I like you both and Sara likes both of you. I'm in need
to some more staff to help
run this place. I can't be expected to look after it all on my own. Now don't
worry about things like
your jobs or residences. I will pay you double what you're currently getting
and in addition I'll provide
board, lodgings and uniforms. Of my choosing of course." She smiled 
indulgently at both of us. "You'll be
expected to help. Simon, you'll be driver and handyman. Tina will be 
chambermaid and handywoman. Basically
everyone chips in. On the other hand I can get Sara to run the two of you home
and you'll never see or hear
from me again. I'm going to leave where I'm working at the moment anyway. I'll
have some proper employment
contracts drawn up for you too tomorrow. What do you say?" She asked looking
directly at us. Staring deep
into our souls.

I turned to look at Tina. She looked at me. I looked around me at Sara, 
Christine, the warm room with
it's crackling fire and it's warm glow lighting our faces. In unison we 
replied, "Yes!" 


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