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Chapter 5


Jason looked on in amazement as Mandy gently removed a rubber balloon
gag from Flora's mouth, and finished removing the mask. Her real face
was remarkably similar to the face of the mask, although a little
flushed-looking. Jason guessed that the mask had been molded from her
actual features.


Flora blinked, sputtered and licked her lips several times. "Ahh.
Roowaah. Christ, Mandy, did you have to leave it on so long? I
thought I'd die of thirst!"

Jason stared as Mandy finished removing Flora's restraints. Flora had
quite a pretty face, if not quite up to covergirl standards, and the
tight rubber maids' dress emphasized her hourglass figure.

"Incredible!" he murmured.

"Oh, this is nothing," Mandy said, "we've done things much more
interesting, haven't we, my dear?" Flora blushed.

"Umm, Flora, you must be pretty brave to wear a rubber mask like that
for so long," Jason commented, "it must have been very uncomfortable."

Flora smiled. "A little, but I don't mind. After a while, my face
does get a little numb, but that's okay. Actually, this one fits like
a second skin. A friend of Mandy's makes latex masks for the movie
industry, you know- zombies and such. He made this one for us. And
believe me, I've worn much more uncomfortable things. I'm actually a
bit of a pig when it comes to hoods and helmets. It feels good to have
my head wrapped in a tight rubber hood. I can't explain it," she
finished lamely. "Of course," she added, "Mandy knows I like them, so
she's always trying to make them more difficult to wear."

"OR... I just leave her in it for eight hours or so," Mandy put in.
"If it's a severe enough hood, that usually wears down her resistance."

She got up from the couch. "Why don't you fix us some drinks, Flora,
while I ahh, slip into something more comfortable, as they say." She
disappeared up the stairs.

While Flora got creative with ethanol and ice, Jason looked around the
paneled sitting room. "This is really quite some place you have here.
Mandy's father must have had quite a flair for luxury."

"Oh no, he had nothing to do with it. This is entirely her own
creation," she answered. She minced over to him with the drinks,
giving him an excellent lesson in the difficulty of walking in stiletto
heels.

"It's quite decadent really. We have several bedroom suites, a
hot-tub, a sauna, a recreation room, and Mandy's added some very comfy
refinements, like this library. There are reading nooks all over the
house, too. We're both book worms, I'm afraid. We've been very happy
here."

"You didn't look very happy when she took that mask off you," he
countered.

"Oh, that's just part of the game," she said. "I can't admit that I
didn't really mind whatever she's done to me, or she'll just try to
make it worse the next time.

She looked shyly at the floor. "I like being in that sort of costume,"
she said and looked up into his eyes. "And I gather you do too."

"Uh, well, I'm not into wearing dresses, if that's what you mean, but,
yeah." I've been into rubber and latex for... well for a long time.
You see, I wasn't shocked at your outfit, just the mask. It's some
kind of bondage helmet, isn't it? I've seen them in magazines, but I
thought that was just for sado... sadomasochists. I mean, you guys
aren't into pain are you?"

Flora looked amused. "Weeelll, I'm not really into the heavy whipping
and stuff, but a little discomfort, fr'instance, if it's part of
bondage, I don't mind at all. And minor pain, like... well, anyway,
minor pain is okay, it kind of reminds you that you're alive, and that
you're playing with power. Sure, Mandy and I, we do some pretty wild
things. Some things that might shock you."

"But you're not into say, whipping?"

"The closest I ever came to REAL pain were my piercings, and they were
over so fast, I hardly felt it."

Jason gave her a blank look. "Piercings?" he inquired.

She smiled and licked her lips. "I'll show you sometime, if I can.
I'd show you now, but Mandy's got me locked in this damned chastity
belt."

Jason looked shocked. "Chastity belt! That's so Victorian! Surely
she doesn't mean to keep you from, from..." he trailed off,
embarassed. He realized that the drink was loosening his tongue, and
he'd have to be careful.

Flora looked slyly sideways at him. "Oh don't be such a prude. I
don't know how long you knew Mandy, but she's changed since you guys
were k**s. She's just not that impressed with most men. She says she
wants to keep me for herself, and frankly, I don't mind. Most men are
such... well, prudes when it comes to dressing for pleasure. As far as
they're concerned, dressing kinky is just dressing sexy, so it's fine
for women, but otherwise, it's for `sissies'. And then there's the
macho attitude of most males... phooey."

Jason noticed her shifting her weight back and forth a bit, her hips
swaying in a slightly provacative manner. He tried to concentrate on
the topic at hand.

"Uh, she doesn't seem to mind me," he said. "You know, we go back a
long way, Mandy and I. She's the reason I got into the rubber thing in
the first place."

"Okay, I have to admit it," Flora said. "Mandy's told me all about
you. I got kind of jealous, for a while, because she was tracking you
down, planning...well, I'm not sure what she was planning. Anyway,
except for a few twinges of jealousy, I've really been looking forward
to meeting you. Mandy said that when you guys met, back in high
school, wasn't it? that she wasn't really kinky yet- that she just
liked dressing sexy. I guess her parents were very kinky though- it's
no surprise she is the way she is."

Jason smiled. "She is a very pursuasive woman," he observed. Flora
seemed to want to talk, so he'd let her. Moreover, she seemed to be
going somewhere with the topic, and he was curious where she would end
up.

"She completely subverted me, that's for sure! When we met, my idea of
dressing for pleasure was solely based on looks- what you could buy
from Frederick's. I thought that kinky meant oral sex. Everything
she's introduced me to, I've loved! Every so often though, she'd
mention you. Maybe you don't realize it, but I think that deep down
inside, she really fell hard for you."

"Yeah, well, I can tell you I was pretty crushed when she had to move
to DC," Jason replied. "She seemed almost indifferent, though."

"Don't sell her short! She's a very tough lady, and she's great at
hiding her true feelings."

"Um. Well, I'm flattered that you thought of me," Jason said. "And
may I say, that I am very glad to have met you, too. Do you have any
idea how rare it is to find women with fetishes like this? Most of us
rubber nuts are men."

Flora smiled, looking up through her eyelashes at him, and closing the
distance between them. She seemed to be shifting her weight quite a
lot now, as if something was making her nervous.

"You're the first man who really liked our costumes for themselves,"
she said, "not just because they were on a female body. That's very
refreshing, at least from my point of view. As for this damn chastity
belt, it's actually quite nice at first, but it gets to be distracting
after a while."

She licked her lips slowly and deliberately.

"I should say so," said Jason, taking her hands in his. "You've
certainly been distracting me for some time now. How do you think _I_
feel? I get turned on this way too, you know, and I've been wearing
these tight latex knickers for half a day now."

Her only answer was to take one of his hands in hers, smiling at him.
Jasons eyes grew wide as she pulled one of his hands under the flounces
of her rubber skirt.

"What if she comes back?" he whispered. She ignored him, pressing his
hand into her crotch. "Flora!" he whispered fiercely, if Mandy finds
us like this..." Her eyes were closed. Jason's hand touched something
hard and smooth beneath the concealing folds of the rubber.

She ignored his questions.

"See?" she breathed. "It completely covers the important parts, like a
girdle. It's made of rawhide leather, molded to me while it was wet,
then dried and laminated with latex." With his hand pressed under
hers, she was moving the front of the chastity belt up and down
slightly, probably all the movement the tight-fitting appliance would
allow.

She leaned forward to whisper some more, her breath hot and moist in
his ear. "But it's not unpleasant to wear, oh no. You see,
Mandy...ahh... didn't want me to get bored, so she installed a pair of
thick rubber dildoes in it, and there are...mmmm.... a bunch of little
rubber fingers right over my clit. Ohh, I can't quite...ah, damn!" she
exclaimed softly. "It's just barely too tight to let me get off."

"Incredible," Jason sighed, "no wonder you seemed distracted at the
party." Her panting in his ear, and the feel of this strange hardness
between her legs had really worked him over. Despite his determination
to remain a gentleman, he had become equally determined to obtain
release, whether with Flora or with Mandy, at this point he hardly
cared.

"It's really trouble when I move," she said, "I can ignore it when I'm
sitting. When I want to, that is." She squirmed her derrier around
for his amusement. "Of course, I couldn't hear well, or say anything
at the party, because of the mask and gag. I felt wonderfully helpless,
and seeing you in those pants made me horny as hell. You have great
buns, you know."

She began massaging his crotch through his rubber jeans. Jason was
worrying that he might cum in his pants when they heard footsteps
coming down the stairs.

"I'll visit you tonight," Flora whispered, and gave his ear a parting
nibble before she moved away from him to sit in one of the reading
chairs.

"I hope you two are getting on alright," Mandy called out from the
landing. She winked at Jason as she walked in the room. "She hasn't
m*****ed you too badly I hope. You've only just got here, and I'm sure
you're tired after all that booze and dancing."

Jason could say nothing in reply, he just stared. His high school love
had been transformed. Before him stood five feet and ten inches of
full-flowered womanhood. She had donned a complex-looking catsuit of
white patent leather that completely covered her body except for her
face. Her head was covered by the attached hood, fitted skin-tight,
that laced at the sides, the lacing continuing down along the sides of
her neck, disappearing under her cape. The lines of lacing re-appeared
from under her arms, and curved inward along matching graceful lines to
pass over the hips and down the front of her legs to her toes, laced
tightly all the way down.

Her cupped breasts peeked out from the folds of a floor-length black
latex cape with a high-backed 'Dracula' style collar. "How do you like
it?" she asked.

Jason was floored. She looked like something out of one of his wet
dreams. He had seen catsuits like this in a European fetish magazine,
but having her here, walking around, talking to him...it was hard to
believe after all his lonely years.

"It's... it's wonderful!" he stammered. "You look like...scratch
that. You ARE a goddess. You look as if you'd been poured into it.
My god, Mandy, you've really outdone yourself. I guess, I guess I
hadn't realized until now that you've become a woman. All these years
I've remembered you as a high school girl, and now... well, you're a
very beautiful woman, Mandy."

She glowed at his worshipful praise, removed the cape, and pirouetted
for them. Jason saw that the suit was tightly laced down the arms, and
at the front and back of the waist, as well. In fact, he recognized
boning in that waist- it had a built in corset! It pulled her figure
into a fantastic hour-glass shape.

The breast cups of the suit were hand-tooled to resemble nude breasts
with the nipples standing out. The boots had five inch heels and were
part of the suit, laced tightly from the toes to the tops of her
thighs, where they joined smoothly at the hip.

There was some kind of black fitting nestled in her crotch, but he
couldn't figure out what it was.

"Really, Mandy, it's the nicest outfit you own," Flora added, "you know
I love to see it on you. But you should have asked me to help, I know
how difficult those laces are."

"I managed, as you can see," Mandy replied primly. "I'm glad you like
it, Jason," she added, heading for the bar. She picked up her drink
and sniffed it. "Stolychnaya? " she inquired of Flora.

"Of course. With white pepper, the way you like it. Shall we toast
our guest, mistress?"

"But yes!" Mandy exclaimed, "Here's to Jason, may his latex never lose
its shine, and may he love all that he learns here!"

Mandy drained the slender vodka glass at a gulp and sighed. "Ahh! That
hits the spot. Oh! Jason, you have to call your office, remember? You
promised you'd stay for a week."

Jason looked thoughtful.

"I tell you what," he said, "after what I've just seen, I know how I
want to spend my vacation. I'm going to take two weeks off, if it's
alright with you."

"Of course it's alright with us! Don't be silly. Oh, damn. You can't
call now, it's four in the morning, and tomorrow's Saturday. Can you
call in early Monday morning?"

"No problem, I can just leave a message with the answering service.
I'm kind of my own department anyway, and I finished my last coding
project a week ago. Where's your phone?"

When Jason had made the call, Mandy took him by an arm, and indicated
that Flora should take the other.

"Well, Jason, would you like the nickel tour or do you just want to
sack out? I imagine you're eager to see your bed after the long day
you've had."

Jason tore his eyes away from her figure. "Why ah, yes! Thanks! A bed
would be good," he managed to say. They trooped up the wide, curving
front staircase, three abreast.

At the end of a teak-paneled hallway, she opened a set of ornate double
doors. "These will be your rooms. Bathroom on the left, wardrobe and
dressers on the right. Oh, and there's a surprise on the bed, it's
just for special occasions, we can change them for satin later. Flora
will get your bags. I'll be back later to check on you." She paused
in the hall, one hand still on the doorframe. "Oh, and if you need
anything, I'd rather you didn't go wandering around...just use the bell
pull there." She nodded toward a tassled embroidered tape, hanging
next to the bed.

When they had left, Jason wandered around his room, bemused by it's
lavish appointments. Rather than closets, a huge cherry armoir took up
most of one wall, with an equally large matching chest of drawers on
the oppposite wall.

The walls were hung with burgundy velvet curtains, the floor was
carpeted with a deep pile in the same color, and the french four-poster
bed was hung with more velvet curtains.

The place looked like a sultan's palace! Wondering what the surprise
was, he inspected the bed. He was delighted to find it covered in
sheets of soft amber latex rubber topped by a thick comforter of shiny
black latex. He wondered how he'd ever get to sleep in sheets like
that. He noticed that the upstairs was a little on the chill side,
though, and he hoped it would be enough to keep him from sweating badly
in all that rubber.

Flora trudged in, puffing, with his trunk and valise. "You'll have to
unpack yourself, I'm afraid, the mistress wants her bath about now."

She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'll be back later." She gave him
a quick taste of her tongue and a brief squeeze at his crotch and was
gone, leaving only the memory of her rubber-covered breasts pressing
against him.

Jason stood bewildered in the middle of his room for a moment, and then
began to unpack.

He decided to make use of the drawers and the wardrobe, and began
carefully folding and stowing what he'd brought, both the kinky and the
mundane. He noticed one of the drawers was locked. When he'd
finished, and was ready for bed, it was almost an hour later. Since
she hadn't showed up yet, he decided to look for Mandy to ask what time
they usually got up. Forgetting her warning about "wandering around",
he headed out to explore.

At a door half way down the hall, he stopped, hearing soft moans from
within. Not really wanting to peep, he did anyway, peeking past the
half-open door. It was obvious where the noise was coming from, but it
took him a few moments to figure out exactly what was going on. It was
a bizarre scene.

Mandy was sitting astride what looked like a c***d's wooden
'rocking-horse', although few c***dren had hobby horses like this one.
Flora was strapped into a harness under the seat, inside the open-frame
"body" of the horse, her body arched back, and her legs bound to the
rockers in a kneeling position. Her arms were laced behind her into a
tight leather armbinder which was attached to the harness at her
waist. Her head was laced into a tight leather helmet the face of
which was attached to the bottom of the saddle. Unable to move, she
was forced to service her mistress as she rocked back and forth.

Mandy was moaning again. "Yes, give me your tongue, you little slut,"
she husked. Jason was shocked.

Flora was moaning too, and from her sounds might have been enjoying the
proceedings as much as Mandy. Mandy was still wearing the white
leather bootsuit, and for a moment Jason wondered how she could be
enjoying it so much. Then he remembered the unexplained crotch fitting
he had seen earlier. It must be a removable patch, he thought.

Presently, Mandy finished and rose from her seat, breathing hard,
flushed and smiling. Jason thought that to be a prudent moment to
leave, and returned as quickly and quietly as he could to his room.

-=*=-

Jason lay in bed between latex sheets, somewhat stunned. He wasn't
exactly offended by what he'd seen, rather to his surprise he was
terribly aroused. His hand moved u*********sly to his cock. He had
wanted to join them. He imagined himself in Floras place, and he
wondered at this, because it excited him terribly.

He drifted off to sleep hearing Mandy's cries of lust in his mind.

When Jason awoke, it was pitch black, and for a moment, he knew only
that he was NOT in his own bed. Then the events of the day came back
to him. He lay still for a moment, wondering what had awakened him.

"Jason?" a disembodied voice called softly.

Dimly, her realized he knew that voice, but couldn't place it.

"Who's there?" he asked, reaching for the bedside lamp.

The figure revealed in the sudden light made him wonder if he was still
dreaming. A totally hairless android with large, high-set breasts and
a slender waist stood next to the bed.

"It's me, Flora," she said. She turned on the other bedside lamp.
Jason stared as she climbed into the bed. He moved over clumsily.

"How do I look?" she asked.

Finally he realized that she was wearing a catsuit. A catsuit of
pinkish-tan, flesh-colored rubber that completely covered her from head
to toe. Her hair was apparently concealed beneath the skin-tight hood
attached to the suit. He wondered for a moment how she had room for
her hair under that form-fitting hood. She looked delicious.

"You look delicious," he said.

She slithered up his body. Hugging him and wrapping her legs closely
around his.

"Delicious enough to eat?" she asked. He nodded silently. She turned
around to face his feet, and pulling a zipper at her crotch, promptly
sat on his face.

Jason was delighted to find that no chastity belt barred the way now.
He took a deep breath and dove in. Then immediately drew back. There
was hardware in there! In the soft light of the reading lamps he could
see several metal rings gleaming within her sex. They were silver
colored, about 1/2 an inch in diameter, and very sturdy looking. There
were five pierced through each labia! He had never seen anything like
it.

It struck him as primitive... alien... and bizarre.

It turned him on.

There was another gold ring, larger and thicker than the others,
through her clitoris. He put his tongue through it, and tugged
experimentally. She moaned and pushed his head into the pillows with
her sex.

"Mandy removed my chastity belt as a reward for being nice to her," she
murmured. "Mmmm, I'll tell you about it later. That feels very nice,
you know." She unbuttoned his pyjama pants. He was very hard, his
cock jerking back and forth slightly with his pulse. She slowly licked
the length of his shaft, then engulfed him.

Flora turned out to have a mouth as skilled as it was luscious in
appearance, but all Jason could think of was the rocking horse and it
wasn't Flora anymore but Mandy moving across his face, and he imagined
his arms immobilized as Flora's had been, Mandy's sex pushing through
the opening in her leather suit, and he was Flora, and.. and.. they
came almost simultaneously, Jason stifling a shout at the last second.
After resting a bit, Flora rolled off of him, cuddling up next to him,
surrounding him with rubber-covered arms and legs.

"I hope you don't mind taking a break, love," she said dreamily, "I'm
so tired..."

But Jason wasn't listening to her or anyone else.

The next time Jason awoke, it was to the sound of angry, but muted
voices. Mandy was shoving Flora out the door. "..and I'll deal with
you later!" she hissed.

Jason sat up in bed. Mandy looked stern for a moment, but then her
face softened suddenly, and she said, "Boys will be boys. Breakfast is
ready, sleepyhead, why don't you shower and dress and meet us
downstairs?"

Jason was completely confused. "But... hey, it's not like you think.. I
mean..."

"Don't you worry your gorgeous head about it. You'll be too busy with
my trials today to think of anything else. See you downstairs!"

She closed the door behind her.

Jason was dumbfounded. He'd really fouled things up last night by
letting Flora remain in his bed, and now Mandy was acting weird. I
hope the rest of the week isn't like this, he thought. When he had
finished showering and shaving, he decided to surprise Mandy by wearing
a new silk bathrobe down to breakfast. But no sooner had he stepped
from the bathroom, than something dark and heavy came whooshing down
over his head, as Mandy's voice cried, "Gotcha!".

She had pulled some kind of bag over his head.

"Hey!" he shouted, "What the...!" He struggled to get it off, but it
covered him to his hips, and he couldn't get a purchase from the
inside.

"No fair, dammit! Mandy, let me out of here! I'll get you for this,
wench!"

Mandy huffed and puffed as she hurried to buckle straps over the
outside. She paused when she had him fairly secure. "Wench is it?
You're in no position to be insulting, bucko! I'll teach you to screw
the maid behind my back!" She laughed and pulled a strap up through
his crotch.

"OW!" he exclaimed, "be careful! What are you trying to pull?" Mandy
smiled and exclaimed, "I'm pulling this!" She tightened another
leather strap. "And this!", another strap. "And this!" another.

Inside the bag, Jason was running out of room to struggle. He could
hardly move his arms now, and his breath came in gasps. The interior
smelled strongly of leather.

"Let me out, PLEASE," he wheezed, "I'll smother!" Fresh air and light
streamed in through a sudden opening. He saw Mandy's smiling face
through the zipper as she said, "Now we can't have you suffocating, can
we? Since you demonstrated your eagerness with Flora, I've decided to
start your training a little early." She snugged up another strap,
taking the last of the slack out of the body binder.

"Training? What is this training stuff you keep babbling about?" Jason
demanded.

"Why, don't you remember? You promised to endure any trial, accomplish
any task, in order to win my love. This is your first trial. You may
as well go along with it, as you haven't much choice now, have you?"

Oh shit, thought Jason, she's gone off the rails. His thoughts ran
screaming in little circles. He had to admit, he was stuck. He
wondered whether she'd let him go if he played along for a while. Then
he could escape. But he wanted her like anything, and would have done
anything for her even now. Besides, he couldn't escape right now. He
could no longer move his arms, and the straps through his crotch
prevented him shrugging off the... bag or whatever it was. It covered
his head too, and as she talked, she did something that tightened that
too, the leather compressing his face and head tightly. He sighed. It
was difficult now, to even open his mouth. "All right," he mumbled
through the leather, "I'll go along with it."

Mandy snorted. "As if you had any choice." She turned him to look in
the bathroom mirror. "Now aren't you a pretty package?" she asked.

He looked at his reflection. He was bound in a torso-shaped leather
binder, like a straight jacket without sleeves. It covered him from
his head to his hips. Several heavy leather straps across the back and
sides pulled it tight, and two straps went throught the crotch to
buckle in back. He stared out through a zipper in the attached
helmet. His arms had been forced up to cross in front of his chest.
He couldn't budge anything above his hips.

Mandy fondled his cock for a moment, and despite himself, he found
himself growing hard. Then she shoved him toward the bed.

"Why don't you just rest here while I see to Flora?" She gave him a
shove. He fell helplessly to the mattress. To his surprise, she bent
over and kissed his eyes. Then she closed the zipper, shutting off his
vision. He heard rustling clothes and a moment later she undid the zip
over his mouth.

"Here, my love, you can chew on my panties while you're waiting," she
said, and stuffed a wad of satin into his mouth. He sputtered and
tried to object, but she pushed until his mouth was full and closed the
zipper. He immediately tried to spit it out, but the helmet was too
tight over his mouth. He forced himself to breath calmly through his
nose. Seconds later, he heard the door close. Well, damn! He
thought, what have I got myself into? This bitch is nuts! How am I
going to get out of this? He struggled again, but it was no use trying
to free his arms. Already they ached somewhat from their cramped
positions. He thought of getting to his feet and trying to get out,
but then realized his true situation. Where could he get to without
being able to see?

He didn't know the layout of the house, and then outside, there were
those huge dogs.

All he could do was wait, helpless, with the smell of leather in his
nostrils, and the musky taste of Mandy in his mouth.

Lying on her bed, Flora told herself it had been worth it, but then she
remembered that no matter how much Mandy might enjoy a threesome, she
still had a jealous streak, and Flora knew she would use this latest
"offense" as an excuse for another long punishment session. Flora was
both addicted to and terrified of these sessions. Mandy's idea of
punishment was usually a combination of erotic stimulation,
frustration, and uncomfortable, even painful discipline. If Mandy
misjudged and Flora came, she "tortured" her and tried again, until she
got it right. It was a strange combination of reward and punishment
and it usually pushed Flora to her limits.

She won't really hurt me, Flora thought, she's spiteful and capricious,
but her 'torture' is always erotic and friendly, right? She wouldn't
do anything...

The door flew open with a bang. "Hello, Flora," Mandy said softly.
Her grim smile gave Flora no comfort. She stood framed in the doorway,
a vision in gleaming black leather and rubber. It was her 'punishment
uniform', Flora knew. Mandy wore a chrome-studded patent leather
brassiere with pointy, cone-shaped cups, a short black rubber miniskirt
and knee-high laced boots of red patent leather with 4 inch spike
heels. She had a bulky black bundle in one hand.

"Take off your suit," she ordered, still standing in the doorway.

Flora still had on the thin latex catsuit she had visited Jason in.
She peeled it off her sweating skin and stood shivering slightly in the
chill morning air.

Mandy was apparently unimpressed by the fact that Flora's hair seemed
to be missing, for Flora was bald as a cue-ball! Clean-shaven and
shining, the effect was rather exotic, strangely beautiful.

"Put this on," Mandy said next, throwing the bundle at Flora. Flora
caught the garment and examined it. Mandy moved to close the window
through which the breeze came.

This was something new. Mandy had both their measurements, and was
always sending orders for new costume and equipment creations to the
rubber and leather specialists in Europe and England.

This one appeared to be a very long, heavily boned panty corselet.
Incredibly, it was made out of 1/8" thick rubber, and the boning was so
stiff, she could hardly bend it. She opened the front busk and
shuddered when she looked inside. The heavy rubber briefs that made up
the lower half were fitted with a formidably large dildo and an almost
equally large butt plug. In front of the dildo, the briefs were lined
with a narrow panel of 1/2" rubber fingers. She turned it over. The
waist section was cut severely small and the molded breast cups were
lined with more little rubber warts. The garment would cover the
entire torso up to the jawline with a high collar, stiffened with more
boning.

The corset section had the usual laces for tightening it up the back,
with more over the tops of the shoulders and at the neck, too. And
there were what looked like two small swivel joints riveted to the back
at hip height.

Everywhere she looked on it, there was some other little feature
intended to torment the wearer. The purpose of some things were not
immediately apparent.

There was a heavy rubber tube or hose, glued along the back from top to
bottom. There was also a threaded metal stud attached at the crotch
under the dildo. She couldn't fathom what either of those was for.

And frankly, the whole thing looked a little small, even for her
slender figure. She shuddered, and looked up at Mandy.


To Be Continued...
.
Geri
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