Mail Order Bride
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Male Order Bride
It was a hot night. He was sitting in the back yard in his bathing suit
by the pool, relaxing with a cool rum. His folks were on holidays for a
month in Europe so he was home alone on summer vacation.
His neighbor, a 45 year old Latin woman came by. He always thought she
was hot. She was tall, very slim, had remarkable blue eyes and long
black hair that went down to her waist. She was wearing a short black
leather mini skirt that left little to the imagination. It just barely
covered the fact that she was wearing black lace panties that
occasionally peaked out of the bottom. He white satin blouse loosely
covered her firm perky breasts. Black nylons and black high heels
accentuated her long, thin shapely legs. He started getting erect just
looking at her. He put a towel over his bathing suit to hide it a
little.
She smiled and playfully pulled it back.
She lived alone in the mansion a few doors down from his place. He
wondered what she did for a living as she seemed to be at home a lot.
They had never really talked before. She told him that she had a mail
order business that she worked on out of her home. He offered to get
her a drink.
She smiled. She asked him if he would like to come go over to her place
for a drink instead. She was looking down at his waist and the bulging
of the bathing suit.
He blushed a little. She was 25 years his senior, but his heart was
pounding at the thought of getting it on with her...
He said sure, but he had to change first. She told him not to bother.
Just wear the towel. It was a warm night and it was fairly dark. He
thought about it for moment, then thought... why not...
He put down the glass of rum, grabbed the keys to the house and they
walked down to her place. It was a 3 minute walk. He wasn't even
wearing any shoes. Only the towel and the bathing suit. He was
following a little behind her. Looking at the incredibly shaped bottom
of hers as the cheeks moved up and down and slightly side to side with
each beautiful step she took.
They went to her house and walked around the back to where her pool
was. She didn't invite him into the house. He was a little
disappointed, but didn't think much of it when she offered him his
drink. He sat on a plastic reclining deck chair and made small talk.
He was feeling a little woozy from the drink she gave him. He brought
up the topic of her work and the business she was in. She smiled. She
explained that she filled special requests for international people.
They chatted more. She explained that someone was looking for a special
lady and that person was to be a bride.
He told her that he was surprised to find out that she was a match
maker. She grinned and told him that it was more complicated than
that...
He felt woozier and was getting even warmer. He needed to go to the
bathroom to pee. She told him to go and use the one in the garden shed
on the far side of the pool. Again, he was a little hurt that she
didn't want him in the house.
He stumbled around the pool. She stood up and helped him to the shed.
She was smiling as they shuffled along. He apologized and blamed the
drink for his unbalanced walking. She told him not to worry about it.
It was the drink. She said she had made it a little strong.
She opened the door for him and turned on the light. His head was
spinning as she helped him over to a small toilet in the corner. It was
a large room, covered in black plastic. He was starting to drool a
little as she led him to the toilet, pulled down the bathing suit and
sat him on the bowl.
He was embarrassed as he looked up at her standing over him, her hands
on her hips and him seated on the pot, evacuating himself in front of
this woman. As he slumped forward, she caught his head in her hands and
gently held him up. She told him to relax and just let everything go.
As she said this, he urinated and defecated into the bowl. His head
spun even more as all this fluid was released from his body... She
caressed the back of his head as she stood over him, holding his face
into her leather skirt. He could smell the leather and her sex. He was
having a hard time urinating with the erection, but it trickled out.
He couldn't really say much. He had an incredible buzz on and didn't
have much control over his body. She leaned him forward, reached to a
shelf and pulled on black latex gloves. There was a small hose attached
to the wall he didn't notice. He really didn't notice much in the room.
If he had, he probably would run out of there as fast as he could. But
it was too late now. In his drooling, woozy helpless state, he didn't
struggle as she inserted a nozzle into his bottom and turned a knob on
the wall... she irrigated his bottom giving him a seated enema. He
squirmed a little as the fluid entered him. She was cleaning him out.
She pulled the nozzle out and eased him back as the water rushed out of
him into the bowl.
Three more times, she repeated the process cleaning him out to her
satisfaction. She helped him to his feet and half walked, half dragged
him over to a small tub where she lowered him on to a plastic seat and
leaned him back. After connecting a belt at his waist so he wouldn't
slip forward, she sprayed his body from head to toe with a foam that
stung the skin. She left him there in the seat. He sat there like a
drooling vegetable as the foam worked on the hair on his body. A few
minutes later, she came back.
Even in his weakened, intoxicated state he started to worry. She was
not in the lovely outfit as before. She had changed into black rubber
boots, black spandex body suit, a long shiny black apron from her neck
to her mid calve and the black latex gloves.
She was smiling as she took a brush and a hose and scrubbed his already
stinging body and hosed off the foam. She repeated the process on a few
spots on his body, including around his genitals.
He just barely realized his body was now pink and hairless... She
rolled a chrome table on wheels over to the tub where he was sitting.
He grunted and drooled and almost squirmed as she lifted him out of the
tub and laid him back on the cool steel of the table, his lifeless legs
hanging down over the edge.
He could just lift his arms a few inches and she wheeled him over to
the center of the room. She locked the wheels on the table and rolled
over another smaller working table. She took a strap and put one over
his waist and neck holding him down. She took his ankles and put
leather straps on each, connected it to cables hanging from the ceiling
and winched them up so his legs were pulled up and out. His bottom was
lifted up off the steel table and his legs felt like they would come
out of their hip sockets.
She rolled a stool over by his head and sat down adjusting her latex
gloves. She took a metal contraption and brought it to his face. She
eased his mouth open and fitted the metal mouth spreader into him and
forced his mouth open wide. He grunted and she sprayed something that
made him cough. It numbed his vocal cords and he couldn't speak. She
took another steel jaw spreader that was especially designed to be
semi-permanent. She eased it in and over his back teeth. It was hinged
and she took a small metal tool and screwed it onto the back molars.
His jaw ached and he prayed that this wasn't going to be a permanent
position. She finished screwing it in place. Then allowed his mouth to
close... he couldn't open it... she took a small thin metal bar and
eased it in... This forced his mouth open and closed... she smiled and
let his mouth close...
She started to talk to him as she was working in his mouth. She
explained that, she thought he was really really cute. And that, with a
little work, he would be just perfect for a special person that
she knew...
He was starting to panic now... but he was helpless to anything about
it...
She continued to work on him and put green contact lenses on his eyes.
She took eye brow tweezers and shaped his eyes, put on long eye lashes,
took permanent makeup and applied it under his eyes and to his lips...
making his lips permanently shiny and red...
She took a wide leather posture collar, white leather, showed it to
him, released the neck strap and fitted it over his neck. She strained
a little to make it fit. She tightly buckled it on and checked the fit,
tightening it a bit. There was no way he could turn his head.
Satisfied, she rolled the chair down between his out stretched legs...
She checked to see if all the hair was gone from around his genitals.
She sprayed it with a cold fine spray. She told him this was to kill
the hair follicles. She then began to massage his shaft. It was
partially erect. She told him to relax and enjoy the feeling. She
slowly massaged the shaft. He could feel her hot, wet slippery hand
slowly pumping up and down. Up and down over him. His stomach was
starting to tingle. He could feel himself on the very verge of cumming.
She took her other hand and gently cupped his testicles and pulled the
skin back tight over his shaft as she massaged it. Slowly, up and down.
Up and down. He could feel his muscles tensing in his bottom as he
started to cum. He was panting and pulling at the straps. He spurted
all over the black rubber apron she was wearing. He came and came and
came. She continued the slow pace milking everything out of him.
He relaxed his whole body. His shaft was slowly becoming soft. She took
a small metal chastity tube that curved down and fed his wet penis into
it. It not only would prevent and erection, it was curved down so he
would have to pee sitting down. The chrome metal was cool and smooth.
Not uncomfortable or painful not. But as he became aroused later, it
would be one of the most frustrating feelings he would experience...
To the chrome tube, she attached a white rubber bag to catch any
urination that might occur... she didn't want his outfit to get soiled.
She then took a long thin plug out and showed it to him. It didn't look
menacing. She lubed it up and eased it into his bottom. There was a
small pump and she inflated two small bladders on each side of his
anus. This would seal it in him. The thin shaft also kept his bottom
"Tight", for the virgin bride feeling on his wedding night.
She pulled a white rubber garter around his waist. Then, she took each
leg, one at a time; uncuffed it, then slowly rolled a tight white
rubber stocking up over his feet, up his calves, over his knees to his
thigh. She attached the top to the garter which pulled it even tighter.
She secured it on with a special glue.
He could feel himself starting to get excited again and his shaft
filling the chrome metal tube. It was forcing it to curve down.
While his feet were still up in the air, she put on his shoes. They
were white leather ankle boots with 8 inch heels. His toes were
practically straight down. The laces went from the base of the toes to
above the ankle. They were incredibly tight and made his foot look long
and thin. At the back of the shoes were metal d-rings for a padlock or
hobble chain or whatever...
She put a thick white leather strap around each knee and connected them
with a small d ring...
Next... it was the rubber corset... she sat him up on the table and
connected his collar to an overhead steel cable... after wrapping the
corset around his waist... she slowly and carefully connected it at the
back... pulling it tighter and tighter... this caused him to become
dizzy, increasing his helplessness...
She then rolled the table out from underneath him... leaving him
standing in his boots and held up by the collar and cable... panting...
trying to breathe... fighting the constriction of the corset and the
slight choking from the collar.
A moment later she stood in front of him with a long white rubber
dress... it was a wedding dress... thick... shiny... flowing... his
heart sank even more seeing the garment in front of him...
She took it and draped it at his feet, then had him step into it. She
slowly pulled the slippery garment up past his knees, thigh, over his
waist, up over the corset and to his neck. There was a long lace at the
back that went from below his bottom to his neck. It was sleeveless. It
took about 10 minutes to get him all laced up. There was white rubber
that even went over the posture collar concealing it from view.
Once she had finished lacing it on, she took a thin white strip of
rubber, a special sealer and applied it to the strip, then applied the
strip over the back of the white rubber wedding dress sealing him in
it.
Then, she took something that looked like a white rubber donut... it
was a long while latex gloves. She took his left hand a fed the fingers
in it. There were tubes for each finger, but it was one complete piece
and he could not move his fingers. Holding his arm, she rolled up over
elbow, up to his shoulder. She repeated the process with his other arm.
Taking the sealer, she attached the gloves to the shoulders of the
rubber dress.
She then took elbow cuffs, white leather and tightly buckled them to
his elbows. They were connected with a white rubber strap behind his
back that held them at his sides.
She gently took his wrists and held them together in front of him and
wrapped them tightly with a white rubber strap. She took the sealer and
applied it making its removal impossible. She took a gold chain and put
it around his neck, over the white rubber and then ran it to his
wrists. She smiled as she looked and him, white rubber and gold, hands
together in front of him, like praying to be given away...
She took a long white rubber train and attached it to his waist and let
it flow up behind him.
Then, the white rubber headpiece... It went over his forehead and
around the crown of his head. It was thick rubber and buckled at the
back. She gently eased it on, the buckled it tightly at the back. It
had a small cincher to add tension. The pressure on his head would
cause him to have a slight headache and add to his confusion and
helplessness.
Then... she pulled a whitish, translucent veil over his head... This
restricted his view and gave the total... wedding bride... image...
In his helpless hand in front if him she placed a small bunch of red
roses, a white riding crop, the metal key for his mouth control
contraption... and a chain around his wrists...
She left him standing there for a few minutes and came back with a
digital camera... she took a wonderful series of photos for her
album...
She loved keeping pictures of all her matches... her successes...
She put the camera down and then rolled a wooden crate over to where he
was standing and behind him... it had built in wheels... it was tall...
his height... there was foam at the back of it... she loosened the
cable to his collar and guided him back... stepping up into the box.
She eased him against the foam and pulled rubber straps across his
head, neck, chest, waist, crotch, thighs, knees and ankles...
She then placed another piece of foam in front of him that completed
his cocoon.
He heard a wooden board being fastened to the opening, and nails being
driven into it.
He quietly screamed to himself... his vocal cords still not working...
Short while later... a large brown van pulled up in front of the
woman's house...
A delivery driver cam up with a large cart...
"Well... where is this one going to..." he asked.
"England."
"Oh... I see. I find it amazing how many grandfather clocks you send
out all over the world..." he said loading the box on to the cart.
"Yes it is... I have very special customers..."
He loaded the box into the truck, strapped it in and handed her the
paper work. "It'll be there tomorrow morning."
She signed some documents and then walked over, tapped the box and gave
it a little kiss...
"Bye." she said caressing the outside of the box. "You'll love you're
new home... "
The driver closed the door to the van and drove off to the airport...
TBC...
Jo
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