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Rubberslut 4
Chapter 16
I walk to the door, cold and hairless, thrice pierced on either ear,
though that doesn't bother me, for I know those can heel. I'm bothered
by the fat lashes glued on my lids, knowing that they are not my own.
How long does it take to grow back eyelashes, I wonder.
There is a mirror there, on the door, and I can see that Nurse B has
done makeup par excellence. The eye shadow, lipstick and rouge, are all
in bold colors, camera worthy. But I am not. Somewhat sunburned from
the day at the lake, my cock is shrunken with fear, balls tight, and I
am so very hairless.
I put my hand on the door, thinking, not yet ready to open it. I
refract on myself. Ray, don't be afraid. You are getting a fantasy.
You're wildest dream! And with Bambi. Ray, you're walking into a
dungeon where there are no choices. Ray, you wanted that. Ray, are you
afraid? Ray, it's latex, and submission, and new. Ray, you will be
powerless if you go through this door.
I look behind me. Nurse B left through another door that is not here
anymore. There is only this one. My hand trembles.
Ray, ray, ray...It's so quiet in here, I can hear my whispers, my
guilt, my shame, my loss of Her, my love. Whisssper. I blink in the
mirror. The mirror blinks back and shows me the most perfect eye
shadow, a face that is lovely beyond compare...
Ray...my mind trails on the idea that Bambi wants me.
It's not a doorknob, it's a lever. And it's tight. I grasp it, and push
it down. The hydraulics slide it open. And suddenly I am on stage.
Three spotlights pale even my colorful makeup. I see camera people
filming me, two of them in cranes. Fake applause rolls over me. And
Master Steve begins to announce my arrival as I stand paralyzed. One of
the camcranes, swings over daringly to, it seems, look at my ass and
naked legs. I wonder how much zoom there is on the cameras. I will see
later, quite a lot.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, sissies and rubberists, welcome to the debut of
the one, the only Rubberslut." He booms this, sitting on one of the
cranes, looking down on me. I can see this only barely, for the lights
are high beam.
I turn to run, but the door behind me has closed. My eyes search, but
there is nowhere to go. Technicials, in jeans and leather, man the
lights, the stage, the walls and doors and sound system. In waves, it
rolls over me and with each wash, settles into my reality, numbed as it
is. There are a lot of people here!. This is production. A production!
"Nurse B, dress the slut."
My eyes dart wildly. The room is cavernous. Through the glare, distant,
I see Bambi sitting on a throne. Oddly, I find that reassuring.
Nurse B comes over to me, looking hot and sexy, though my mind is for
Bambi. And she is hot, wearing the latex skirt, and glove and
stockings. Her hair has sweat in it, and I then notice the heat from
the lights bathe the space where I am standing in warmth. But I'm
naked, so I still feel cold. And shiver. Visibly, and I am sure that
shiver was filmed.
"gut," She smiles kindly, though the eyes are of a sadist. The yanks me
to an area full of latex. The floor and tapestries are latex, in a
multitude of colors. I follow. The cameras follow.
I resist. But Steve says, booming through the speaker, "follow Your
fantasy now, my love, fight it later."
Oddly, this reassures me. He knows me. And I know I can't fight this.
This is a very big picture. This is, beyond bizarre, and I'm...I'm the
star? Of what? A production...
I am guided by Nurse B, and made to stand, naked, exposed, centered
before the camera's and lights. I am practically in white now.
Then Bambi calls something awful to me. "You are so hot, honey, don't
you want to wear latex for me?" And it happens, my flaccid member grows
to half staff.
Nurse B rolls out the dental chair and sets it behind me. She pushed me
into it, and reclines me. She takes some cream and spreads it over my
cock and massages it into me. I don't know what it is, and don't care,
since it's slippery and she's very very good and I'm at full mast,
ready to come in front of the cameras and all. She is so very expert.
"Tut tut, not yet." And she stops.
She looks at me. I look at her.
"You are so beautiful," I say.
She smiles. "Danka. Tequila?"
"oh god yes, Mistress, please."
"gut. You vil neet it."
She smiles, genuinely past the hard eyes and pours me a shot of
tequila. I am grateful. This is stress to me. She takes out another
shot glass, and pours me another shot. Now I am extremely grateful. She
takes out another shot glass, and pours me another shot. Now I am
afraid.
She struts away. She comes back. Holding a black penis gag with straps.
She says, "gut."
She watches me, towering over me. I open my mouth. She rams the gag
into me. I gag.
"No no, or I strap you." She straps me anyways, and clicks it. I don't
think it's locked, but I don't think it matters.
Then it booms again, Steve. "Rubberslut is getting dressed forever." I
hear Bambi laugh. I think she's been drinking. The lights adjust, One
of the film cranes come very, very close to me.
She pours the tequila in the hollow of the tube. Nurse B smiles as I
suck tequila cock. She adds the next and then the next. I feel the heat
and then the calmness of the buzz. I haven't eaten anything. My tummy
is empty.
She knows this..."empty tummy is gut for corset."
And then she leaves my eyesight, and caresses me. A gentle cream is
lathered over my legs. It feels so good, and the buzz of the buzz makes
me so fine. Until she says...
"This makes you addicted to latex. Bad for skin to breathe too much air
at once."
I look down at myself and see clear latex stockings on me. I can see,
and feel that I am wet and sweaty inside of them, and if I could move,
would notice how slippery they are...
Ray, it's what you want...No! Nurse B isn't stopping here! Yes! She's
not stopping there...
I bubble with rare laughter, "Whee!" I say, but the gag make it sound
like "hmmph" with a smile. My mind spins with a thought: Bambi never
instructed me on gag vocabulary. Did I just say Yes Mistress, or Yes
Master, ouch, oi, or whee!. I think I said "hmmph". Oh. That's bad.
Broke rules already!. And I start laughing hysterically in my penis
gag...hmmph, hmmph. I struggle playfully against my restraints, rolling
my head, knowing I'm overwhelmed by something that I don't know I'm
overwhelmed by. The lazy logic of it makes me laugh again, hmmph,
hmmph. And I'm so caught up in the sillies that snot come out my nose.
And that makes me crack up again.
Nurse B has been sliding up a clear long legged latex corsellette,
while applying more of that gentle cream to my torso all slippery. She
stops just below my chest, and begins to laugh. I'm infectious it
seems, for her hard eyes slip, mirth shows and I can tell that I've
amused her deeply.
She turns back to her stainless steel tray and picks up a tube of glue,
smiling. "ah, I see. The latex idiot Billy goat. Jah?" She laughs a
throaty laugh, deeper than her diminutive self. "You are so funny." She
laughs with me and pats my gag. Then, as she applies glue to my
hairless chest, whispers loudly, "You vil make me laugh later too." As
she rubs the adhesive into my breasts, her laughter trails off sinister
and her smile grows cold.
I don't care though. I don't see it. I'm on the drugs of insanity and
still in silliness. Tequila, and something more than tequila, the
lights, the strangeless, the lovely feeling of these latex stockings on
my shaved legs. I look at Nurse B's breasts in latex and realize that
the corsellette left my cock, standing tall and proud and my ass
exposed...It's too weird for me, and a hmmph laughter again.
Nurse B makes a polite laugh with me and attaches my first breast.
It's huge and real and sticks to the glue that she so liberally placed.
Quickly, she slides it just so, so that it is where it should be, and
heavy. She holds her hands around it, and makes her own joke. "Don't
touch it yet."
Uh, I'm bound, my eyes say. We both laugh at that. It's weird, for this
time She is really laughing.
She waits, and then after a minute, she places the other breast on me,
slides it into place, perfectly, like a good nurse should.
She leans close to me, smiling. "Veebles vobble, but they don't fall
down."
This is too choice, and I'm hmmphing and more snot bursts from my nose.
My eyes are weeping.
She pulls up the corsellette over my new appendages, smiling still.
Over my shoulders. They have broad straps to hold things into place.
She tilts the dental chair forward.
Oh my goodness. These are heavy!. My smile leaves as she unfastens my
cuffs. My hands go to support these mammoths.
I hear sing song, from both Nurse B, and some speakers..."Veebles
vobble, but they don't fall down." And she's at my feet attaching
boots. Tall boots, up to my knee. I can feel the heel height and know
that they are very high, and my laughter fades as I recompense myself
and see, vaguely, brightly, I'm in the lights of the cameras and my
cock is strong and hard, but softening.
Nurse B is strong to be sure and assists my stepping from the dental
chair to the stage. And I stand there. Rubberslut. Waisted, and not yet
waisted, but my cock is high, my breast makes me totter, and the latex
is all so kewl. I hate my gag. For I want to thank Ms Nurse B.
I look up. I see Bambi, back there behind the lights and camera on her
throne... She is cross, but with a smile. And then She begins to speak.
"Welcome, rubberslut, to your show. Nurse B made you good make up, but
you got snot on it. That would be kewl if it was cum, but it's not.
It's not," She makes her own joke and it's a good one, at that. "It's
not what you think it is."
Bambi is not hinting of love. I don't notice.
The camcranes are swooping around for close-ups of me, and my precum
and hard dick and these new and scary chest devices. I think, I must
look interesting. I think, if only Nurse B would stroke this. I think,
I am leaving the sanity department, looking for the breast keeper
helper upper department, for they are heavy and I find myself bending
forward from their weight and these crazy shoes that I can never walk
in, but can barely stand in, are not helping. Little do I know that
nothing has begun yet. Nothing.
"She will retouch your make up this time, rubberslut."
I totter there. Dimly, smiling around my gag, wanting to say something.
I do. I say, "hmmph", but it's misinterpreted.
Steve, on the crane, guides it swoop inches from my face. He is wearing
a leather mask that hides him. "slut, kiss me."
I do, mashing my plugged face against his lips. He smiles, and the
crane takes him away.
He says, "That's a cut! That will work for our second posting."
Now I know he's not talking to me, but about me. He continues.
"That was set two. Now we're going to be live all the time. It's a per
month subscription, and the dear is going to make us money. It's all
live, all the time. We'll see it whimper, and cry and need. The
hightmes will be when she gets double fucked, triple. The quiet times
is when she emails her fans and asks what next they want to do to her."
Clarity, through everything, hits me again. And I think...oh no. I have
been so slow. I mumble, a small hmmmph of small denial. I have been set
up! Past the email, past the guilt, past the love to Bambi, past the
Ray question, I've been set up. My denial and desire and guilt played
me to here, And Steve knew. He knew. The sick bastard. The sick
exploitive bastard.
Now Steve, in hood, talks to the Camera, face to face.
"Welcome to Rubberslut.com. You've met rubberslut. She is yours. She
will always be on show, for You, her fans. Fucking, sucking, anyone at
any time, she's here for you. 24/7 live. Always. And no, she won't be
taking that latex off very often. Sometimes, you won't even see her,
she'll be so dressed up, but you'll get to see her get that way, that
invisible. Full masks? Yes. Ballets, Yes.
Anything, you can dream of, she will do, just ask."
Too much tequila, and I reach to the plug locked in my mouth, eyes
darting around, as I hear my verdict. Yes, it is in twenty or so words.
Or more. But now the cavernous dwelling, the high ceilings, with cams
looking at me so close, seems very small and I look at Nurse B, out of
the spotlight. Now She smiles real, and feral.
"Subscriptions for live cam all the time, is $24.99. A portion of the
proceeds go to rubbersluts attire and food."
Vicky
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