Early Morning Play Session

I sit here typing this listening to every creaky sound my red PVC catsuit makes as I type. It’s been ages since I’ve worn it. It has a sweet smell to it. One that reminds me of the years I’ve been wearing it yet the vinyl still smells brand new. It’s a bright, glossy, shiny red. So I must admit I look a little silly sitting here in my home office that’s very professionally appointed and furnished. Normally I close the doors to my office and I switch into my business professional mode for the rest of the day. But not today. As I pull off the second layer of latex gloves I have on, leaving just a thin pair of green nitrile gloves, to make it easier to type, it hits me that I should put down my thoughts on paper to share with all of you.

I woke up early for unknown reasons this morning. Sunlight was just breaking and I was lying in bed ready to get up and face the day. It was shaping up to be a beautiful morning with not a cloud in the sky. I took off the vinyl onesie I slept in last night and set it aside to dry off. My diaper was perfectly dry (they’re always dry… it’s not like I NEED to wear them) so I decided to leave it on. As I always do, I walked to the kitchen and made my oh-so-cherished first cup of coffee of the morning. I walked down the hall and up the stair to my beautiful office that sits off of the loft that overlooks my 2 ½ story great room where I normally spend my evenings. Though, off the other side of the loft is where my playroom is. I generically refer to it as my Operating Room or OR. It’s the room that I am going to one day have looking just like an old classic hospital OR. But that’s a blog for another day. As I walked through the doors to my office it hits me that I am just not ready to sit down for the day and get started. Hey, I’m the owner of this new company so I am allowed to make those kinds of decisions. I decide to head off to my playroom. I don’t have anything specific in mind to do so I just being like I do any solo session. That starts with getting dressed appropriately, in this case a rubber hospital exam gown, and strapping myself to my OR table. I can do the ankles and all of the body straps and still leave myself with one hand ready to undo it all. I use a quick-release clip on the leather cuff that normally adorns my right wrist when I am on the table. I decide on something simple today… just anal beads and some penis pumping. It’s complimented nicely when I crack open some nitrous canisters and breath them from the rebreathing bag on my anesthesia circuit. It’s not like we get at the dentist, but hey, whippets still have a major purpose in our world. I lie there just enjoying the gentle pressure from the pump, my eyes closed, breathing through he mask, just listening to my breath flowing through the tubes. It’s relaxing, serene, and peaceful. I think if it was in a different situation I could sleep. The nitrous starts to wear off and I get track of the time. It’s time to take the pump off and go sit down at the computer to get some work done. I decide against leaving the rubber gown on… It just can get too hot when you plan on wearing it for extended periods of time. So here I sit now then, the red catsuit in all it’s shiny glory, a comfy pair of large silicone anal beads, a nice tight and dry diaper, wondering if the world gets any better that it already is at this wonderful moment.

My Very First Attempt at Writing a Fetish Story (Circa 1996)

Kelly, a sexually depraved young woman, is told by a friend about a wonderful friend she has met that is a practicing doctor. She gets his number and eventually gets around to calling him. Kelly shows up at Doug’s house, knowing that he is a lover of role-playing, and they proceed to get to know each other. After talking they decide to go ahead and engage in the activities. They go down the stairs to Doug’s basement/dungeon. Doug likes to seduce his partners with an environment of a medical examination. It is set up just like a doctor’s office. A cold, drab, scary place that is sure to turn on anyone. Doug tells Kelly to go behind the curtain and change into the gown that is laid on the table. Frightened, she walks behind the curtain, where there are various outfits ranging from simple surgical scrubs all the way to full latex catsuits. Doug preferred latex for the outfits they used due to it impervious nature. She strips down to her bare body, almost freezing because of the room and places the paper gown on her body. She comes back out into the main room where she is told to lay down on the examination table. The examination table sits right next to a very odd looking chair that Kelly is sure he uses for the same purposes. Doug, now dressed in a very professional looking lab coat, starts a full exam of every inch of her body. She can tell he has some sort of oil on his hands. It is warm and it relaxes Kelly almost to the point unconsciousness. He contuse to rub down her whole body, paying particular attention to her breasts, feeling every inch, touching it sensually, arousing both himself and Kelly. After a full examination of the front of her body, Kelly is told to turn over. She fears to ask what the doctor is going to do in case he may decide to stop. He once again rubs down every inch of her body to the point where she is relaxed totally. Even though she is in such a vulnerable position, she had never felt this way before. Reluctantly, she turns over and closes her eyes as so she is not aware of what is going on. The last thing she saw was Doug walking over to a large cabinet and some other drawers. She hears the “doctor” putting on a pair of latex rubber gloves. The snap of the rubber made her cringe. Then she felt the cold sensation of Vaseline being applied all around and in her anal area. She felt so odd and helpless here, but this is exactly what she wanted. He takes her temperature with a standard rectal thermometer just to check her reaction to having a foreign object in her rear. He place sit in almost to the point where he would have trouble removing the probe. He waits a few minutes. He finishes with the temperature after observing that it does not bother her to any high degree. He removes the thermometer and returns it to the cabinet, giving Kelly time to relax. Doug tells Kelly that he is going to give her an enema and not to worry about anything because even if she didn’t enjoy it, it would do her no harm. He removes the necessary equipment from the cabinet and chooses a small bardex nozzle so as not to frighten her and so she will have no trouble holding the solution. Kelly once again feels the sensation of the cold Vaseline being rubbed around her anal area. She takes a couple of deep breaths to prepare for the nozzle being inserted. The nozzle is then gently placed in her anus as she breaths out preparing for the rush. Just as she has accepted the feeling in her mind of what it is going to be like, Doug places the nozzle in fully and stops to let her rest. Then, the clamp is opened and the solution begins to slowly rush into her body. She has never had an enema before. And even though it’s a new experience, it pleases her to a great degree. It is such an embarrassing moment for her to feel this way, but she is always submissive at first. She like sot see for far her partner will go before she reverses roles. the enema is finished after a few minutes, but what seems like hours to Kelly, and Doug carefully inflates the bulb on the nozzle. This makes the are seal off so that there is no risk of letting the enema go. He lets her lay on the table for about 20 minutes to let the enemas take effect. He then removes the nozzle. He places his gloved finger into her anus to make sure none of the solution comes out. He also feels around slightly in the anus stimulating both of them even farther. Kelly has the sudden urge to run to the bathroom, but she is convinced by Doug to let the solution take effect. Also, she has almost no energy left because of the effect the enema had on her body. “GO behind the curtain and change out of the gown and into the catsuit on the table”, she is told by the obviously stimulated doctor. He removed his finger from her anus realizing that the enema is no longer in danger of being prematurely released. Kelly sits up on the table and slowly works for way to her feet. She’s not exactly sure what to do because she knows she will not be able to hold in the enema very much longer. Still, she decided to go along with everything and place the catsuit on. It is a clear latex catsuit that covers every inch of her body all the up to the top of her neck. As she slides into the catsuit, she can feel her whole body tense up. This is always what she had imagined. Wearing a second skin was just what she wanted right now. Since it was clear, she could see very inch of her now trembling body. the catsuit has built in gloves and boots so that it will cover completely. She zips up the back of the suit and walks around to the front of the curtain. Doug yells through a door and tells her to come into the other room. The other room is set up like a hospital operating room, so clean, so sterile. Every piece of equipment you could imagine was there. Kelly walks into the room where she notices Doug is dressed in full surgical attire, with a fresh pair of latex gloves. She once again sits down on the table. He walks over and places various devices to monitor different things such as blood pressure, heart rate, pulse, and various other items. The thought of what was going on made her lose control of her rectum and bladder. The warm feeling of liquids in the suit was a comforting one. She is now very frightened to all of the endless possibilities than might occur, but she is too caught up in the fact that she let go of the enema in the suit that she had no idea how long she would be forced to wear. She has no idea how long she will be stuck in the suit and she is embarrassed by the fact that she used the bathroom in it. TH whole time, she keeps defecating in the suit. she is laid down on the table where she is strapped down on every area of her body which in turn ceases all movement. First a strap is placed across her chest, then across her waist, then around her thighs so that her legs will still be spread apart. Her lower legs are then strapped so she has no lower body movement. A cervical collar is placed on her neck so that she cannot bend her neck. But this wasn’t good enough for Doug. He then continued and placed a strap across her forehead. She is now totally immobile. she is terrified and starting to question what is going on. But Doug just tells her not to worry about anything as he places an oxygen mask over her face. This was a little to strange for her. What was the point of oxygen? Meanwhile Kelly has gone to the bathroom again into the catsuit that is sealed all the way to her neck. She can feel the liquid running down her back and her legs. This, for some reason that she cannot grasp, stimulates her greatly. The idea of being sealed in a suit with her own excretions is too much for her to handle and she in turns achieves an orgasm. Doug starts to feel her body again, every inch that he can handle! the latex gloves slide wonderfully up and down her latex covered body. He is still in his surgical gown, cap, and mask. she is very frightened by the fact that is face is not visible to her. It just makes her uneasy. He then places a vacuum pump on an attachment on the suit and begins to remove all the air from the suit. This also removes the enema solution that is lying in the suit. The vacuum pump is left running as he unstraps her from the table. As he unstraps her he turns her over and unzips the suit and gives her another enema. He then places what looks like a plastic sleeping bag on the table. It is an inflatable body bag. He places her in the body bag and begins to seal it up. Then, darkness! She cannot see a thing. Just a small mask still on her face so that she can breathe. She then starts to feel the bag inflate! It’s get’s tighter and tighter to the point where she can now not move. She again releases the enema in the vacuumed catsuit. She falls asleep and wakes up shortly after. As she comes to, she is once again, strapped down to the table. As the oxygen she is breathing is removed, she presumes the session is over. She relaxes for a few minutes before Doug returns and tightens the straps holding her to the table. then, Doug places another mask over her nose and mouth. She is given a very mild amount of anesthesia, which because of her already weakened state, she eventually falls asleep. She soon wakes to find Doug sitting on the very table she was just strapped to. Except now, he is wearing the catsuit, full of her remnants of the enema and the fluids that have been secreted from her clit. He too is intrigued by the fecal matter touching his body. He already has an enema placed in his anus, ready for Kelly to release. Since every inch of his body is now covered by latex, the suit is airtight. But they can see inside of the suit Kelly was dressed in the surgical attire while she was asleep. But under it, she is wearing another latex suit that still covers every inch of her body. She is now the one that gets to do the operating. She decides to perform the same type of procedure with him. She straps him down to the table violently. It almost hurts him because of the tightness of the straps. He tells her what to do with all the equipment that he just used to play with her. the feeling makes him loose all function of his bladder and he urinates in his suit. He tells Kelly that he can no longer stand the enema nozzle in his anus and to release the solution. Because of the height of the bag, the solution is sent rushing into his body. It immediately starts to take effect and he feels the need to release it. She then opens the crotch of the catsuit and places a vibrator sleeve on his cock, and then seals the suit once again. the vibrator is turned on and just as he falls asleep, he has the best orgasm of his life. While he is asleep, she decides that it is time for her to leave. She doesn’t even take the catsuit off, she just leaves it on and places her clothes over top of it. However, before leaving she gives Doug another enema and another right after it. He’s holding two enemas now and the pain is just too intense to hold. He stomach is bulged out to the point that he looks pregnant./

The Interrogation (Written by an old, old friend somewhere around 1999-2000)

Mariella is tired. As she leaves the warmth of the underground the gusting wind slaps her in the face, forcing her to raise the hood of her green rubberized nylon mac, hold the cowl tight at her face and bow her head. The rain is heavy and she can see the hem of the coat darken at her feet and feel moisture seeping into the soles of her boots, watching her toecaps as each foot presses the material forward at every step and insane gusts of wind whip her coat apart to soak the nylon skirts beneath.

The walk is only a hundred meters or so but she hurries, aware that she is late and feeling uneasy lest she be barred entrance as a result. She gets to the steps of the Ministry of Correction and takes them two at a time passing the two SS women positioned on guard, stoic, grim faced in their calf length black patent trench coats and jackboots, through the doors into the marble reception area.

In the calm and quiet she lowers the hood and begins to unbuckle the coat, takes out her pass and swipes it at the turnstile next to the three women in their grey batwing collared satin uniform blouses who sit at the desk.

” In a hurry Sister?” the older woman smiles at her flirtatiously and Mariella shyly smiles in return.

The turnstile clicks and she hastens towards the lifts, her boot heels clicking on the polished stone floor and her face returns to the look of pinched worry of before.

The doors hiss open to reveal a leather garbed sire, a senior SS officer. Mariella pauses.

” Come in Sister” she growls. Mariella obeys.

She bows her head as decorum dictates, looking at the woman’s polished laced boots and her leather jodhpurs. The lift drops.

The Sire gets out after two floors have passed, Mariella waits until it reaches the lowest level. Here, far beneath the City streets it is even quieter and she feels her anxiety increase as she hurries to the changing rooms. She opens the door and a half naked woman turns towards her, Annelise. She is smiling.

” Hello Sister Mariella, just in time to help me.” And Mariella relaxes, this is the first person to talk to her today and just the sound of her voice and her smile have blown away many of the worries.

She also smiles.

” I am late.” She says shrugging out of her heavy coat, which softly crackles as she hangs it up.

” Not at all darling.” Annelise drawls. She is relaxed, beautiful, confident. A tall, slim girl with honey blonde hair, angel’s face, wide mouth and a long neck. She moves towards Mariella, dressed only in her conically cupped brassiere and pants in black rayon and a wasp waisted corset and stockings.

” Here, let me help you.” She waits until Mariella is also in corset bra and pants and then, hanging her cheap nylon dress next to her coat, she brings their uniforms. Mariella watches as she steps into the long, dark blue polished latex dress and pulls it up onto her hips and she brings their gloves, skintight thin blue latex already talced. They pull them on. Annelise now assists Mariella to dress, lacing up her own nurse’s uniform from the high, partially boned collar to the small of her back.

Mariella’s confidence increases even more as she dresses. The uniform is like a shield, the aromatic latex protecting her. The high neck and the sight of her own breasts thrusting forward the rubber glistening under the lights reassures her. The tightness of the bodice is comforting, the floor length A line skirt swishing over her stockinged legs, lined in layers of thin blue latex and rayon silk makes her feel secure.

The sleeves are tight from armpit to the light blue cuffs and also have to be laced from the elbow. The pale blue Cuban heeled Wellingtons squeak as she moves, the light blue wimples which cover their heads and frame their faces and the long dark blue latex veils, subtly strapped to their crowns and falling to the floor behind them.

Finally they both pick up and tighten their triple buckled deep blue rubberized satin belts and then their dark blue latex elbow length capes, strapped at the neck and the material whispering over breasts and arms.

They check their makeup together paying particular attention to their eyes and then fasten each other’s thin, pale blue latex yashmaks over the lower part of their faces. These act as surgical masks in some contexts but also give the girls a more menacing appearance.

Mariella adores Annelise and likes working with her, the blonde already has their schedule and leads the way to the torture chambers where they will be stationed today, her skirts slapping as she walks down the corridor to room 8.

She knocks.

” IN!”

It is bright. All the torture chambers are identically furnished. The floors are a checker board of large black and white rubber tiles. The walls are finished with white ceramic tiles, so much easier to clean. In the centre of the ten meter square room is the operating table steel and latex covered , occupied at the moment by a naked girl, her arms stretched wide and secured by thick rubber cuffs, legs high and spread far apart upon obstetric supports. At her head is a small chair where the presiding nurse sits and a table with surgical instruments, hypodermic syringes and suction tubes. Annelise swishes to this and seats herself, Mariella stands behind her.

One other women is in the room, the torturess. A sire, dressed in tight black leather trousers tucked into black patent, high heeled boots. She also wears a black silk uniform blouse and a thick belts from which hangs the steel meter long electric prod and bullwhip she appears to have been working on the girl for a little time, her blouse has been pulled open to show her vestigial breasts covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Her striking, angular face with long thin nose and small mean mouth is flushed but her cropped hair is still slick with cream and perfect, like polished PVC.

” We are ready to begin again Sister.” The tall woman says, blowing cigarette smoke through her nostrils.

” Pretty, the last two were fucking bitch faced old bags.” Mariella smiles and Annelise giggles, as they are both expected to do.

” I gave her a good beating with the rubber hose and then had her whipped for an hour in the strappado – I had her arms out, dislocated I should say. One of the others put them back in “. Mariella studies the raw cuts on the girl’s body, the livid bruising, purple and black. Her breasts have been bound at the base with serrated wire and the flesh above is dark blue and black, she is likely to lose them if she lives, the nipples are huge and red.

” I’ve used the electroshock machine for the last hour or so and the bitch has passed out a few times.” She smiles evilly. ” Particularly when we put a few hundred volts thro her cuntlips, so we know she is sensitive there.”

” Now I want to go off shift in three hours at the latest because I have a little date with a pretty young secretary bird and I intend fucking her till her eyes bulge and I want the confession by then. Nothing too much, just an admission of plotting against the Sisterhood. I will give you the names she has to finger………..here.”

Mariella studies the list. Women who will be brought here too, at the moment free but soon to be punished just like this. More work for the Ministry of Correction.

” Right I want to see what I can do with a cuntscrew, never used one before. Okay?”

She does not wait for an answer……..

They begin.

Tessa asks Mariella for the equipment and she moves quickly to the shelves at the far end of the room to find the correct things and then returns to stand between the up stretched legs where the woman in black is fisting the girl.

” She’s dry.” Grunts the woman, twisting her arm within the girl.

But Mariella is not. She is aroused, now concentrating totally on the moment. She stares at the arm of the torturess, the sleeve pulled up and the glove, studded with steel pyramids with which she is punishing her victim.

She feels wetness at her cunt and adrenaline in her stomach. She leans forward.

” If you punch her there Sire the lips will swell and make the screw easier to insert” she whispers. The woman turns.

” Yes! Right” she withdraws brutally and then punches into the exposed, gaping cunt. Mariella hears a faint mew. She looks up.

Annelise is cradling the girls shaven head in the crook of her arm, face next to the ear, kissing, whispering. The girl is, of course, double gagged with an inflated ball behind a wide strap and the breathing tube and feeding tubes loop above her and dangle onto her tortured breasts.

” There!” Another punch, then another. Mariella watches the flesh slowly recoil, stippled with blood where the tips of the studs have opened them.

Mariella leans closer again and places a hand on the woman’s arm.

” You are very strong Sire please not too much or the nerves will deaden in shock”

Again the woman turns.

” You are VERY strong.” She whispers.

The woman looks into her eyes. She can see the arousal and, after all, a nurse is as much to comfort the torturer as to preserve the victim for as long as possible.

” Yeah. I’ll leave her a while. I need a break too. Know what I mean Sister?”

Mariella does and she slowly, very slowly kneels at the woman’s feet. She runs her hands over her thighs feeling the muscles beneath, the soft leather is smooth. She rakes her fingers inside her thighs and lays her head against her belly.

” Very very strong!”

” Yeah Sister, that’s right!”

Mariella deftly unbuckles the crotch flap and the aroma of the woman hits her, the silk lined surface is sticky with wetness. She lowers her yashmak and opens her mouth. She clamps it over the hot cunt sucking. The woman places her hands either side of her head and grunts.

Mariella makes her tongue long and hard and inserts it into the cleft. Presses into the sherbet tasting vagina she moves her head. More, rocking, pressing. Now she sucks at the nub, the long clitoris and the woman grunts again. She tongues, sucks, tongues……………………..

She hears movement, smells latex, knows that Annelise is now working on the woman. She knows she is kissing her, kneading her buttocks and breasts. Those hard flat muscled breasts. And she feels the woman close…………..a slap on her head. A grunt.

A yelp.

And a long shuddering………….tight hard muscles and the woman grinding herself against Mariell’a face.

She waits. Then slowly stands.

” Good little Sister!” she gets an affectionate pat on the cheek.

” Now give me the screw!”

The instrument is made of fine steel and shaped like a miniature corkscrew. Whilst Annelise returns to the slave’s head the woman takes off her gloves and with her bare fingers grasps at one labum majorum.

She presses the needle tip onto the flesh and then twists, a spurt of dark blood spurts out and the girl hisses, rigid. Mariella feels her thigh, taut with agony. The woman continues ……………..slowly…..very slowly twisting. One turn is now embedded in the cuntflesh, shredding millions of nerve ends, now two…………………slowly turning. Inexorable, appalling.

” A second!” It is Annelise. ” Come here Mariella, she has gone!”

Mariella swishes in her heavy latex to the head.

” Adrenalin, hypo please!”

Mariella supplies it.

” Now now darling you must wake up!” Annelise hisses into the girl’s ear and slaps at one of the breasts. There is a keening noise and the girl jolts. Her eyes open tears running down her cheeks.

” Yes darling…………..poor thing . Did the nasty woman hurt you pet? Auntie knows how to make it better………….there.” She kisses the girls ear and strokes at her face, the eyes, once wide in terror begin to relax.

” Yes darling you trust me, don’t you. Believe me” she whispers ” I WILL help you. These mad bitches want to hurt you but I can stop the pain. I can help. You do believe me my darling girl, don’t you”

Imperceptibly almost the girl nods.

” Oh good, good girl.!” Annelise tenderly wipes the tears from the tortured girl’s face. Standing, kissing her cheeks and eyelids.

She unstraps her small cape at the neck, takes it off and lays it over the victim’s body, covering her face.

Unseen she walks to the tortures.

” Mistress may I suggest something?”

” Yeah?”

” Mistress will need to finish this, perhaps if the girl is ungagged I may be able to get her confession now.”

” But I want to finish with the screw….”

” Of course Mistress, but with the confession you might be able to carry out whatever you wish with less pressure, enjoy the procedure a little more………..and I want to try some things you may not have seen yet. The red hot speculum for instance?”

The woman licks her lips.

” Sure.”

Annelise motions to Mariella.

” Ungag her and give her a little water. When she has confessed I will give her enough adrenaline to keep her conscious for days whatever the pain. I want the wire cut and you know what that will do, Mistress will continue with her cunt whilst we do it. Yes?”

” Annelise, you are terrible!” Mariella giggles, feeling cuntcream oozing from her at the prospect.

“Good”

Annelise takes the list and sits again, cooing as she removes her cape.

” I have managed to do it for you my darling, because Auntie loves you and only wants to stop this pain. It is terrible isn’t it?”

The girl blinks.

” Now Auntie is going to take off the gag and give you a little water, then you must promise to say what Auntie wants you to say. You will won’t you?”

The girl blinks again.

” Oh good girl, and then Auntie will stop the pain. I promise and then I can help you, soothe the pain away.” She strokes the prisoner’s cheek.

” For I am a nurse and I can take all that pain away with a little needle………………….see, this one here. When you have confessed I will give my little darling the injection if she wants and all the pain will stop, won’t that be nice ?”

The girl is crying again. Annelise smiles down at her and then turns to grin at Mariella.

” Very well. Nurse, remove the gags please.”

The Visit (Written by me in 1997)

Don Hall was a young man, about twenty years old. He’s a very successful student and a very active guy. He’s always had friends, but never any real close ones. And he’s never had any close relations especially with women. He really hasn’t been feeling too well lately so he decides to go and see the doctor to get a checkup. He’s still new to this new college town so he is not familiar with any of the physicians. Especially the one he chose to see—Dr. Malone.

After sitting in the waiting room for some time, the receptionist decides to get him to do all the paper work that needs to be done. This is exactly the kind of crap Don hates to deal with. Just bureaucratic bullshit! He hates this crap and begins to feel even more uptight about seeing Dr. Malone. A large nurse, wearing a greenish shirt and matching pants steps through the doorway. “Don Hall please.” With little hesitation, Don gets up and walks to the door. “Come with me please.” Don follows. She leads him down a long hallway to an exam room that is unoccupied. “Have a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly.” “Okay, thanks”, Don utters softly.

As expected he is looking all around the room. Obviously wondering what is behind every cabinet and in every drawer. Then there is a knock at the door and in walks a beautiful woman. “Damn it, another nurse”, he thinks. “Hi, I’m Dr. Malone.” Don was expecting an older man, but not this goddess of a woman. She was very tall. Taller than Don by a few inches. She had long, light brown hair, incredible breasts, and the perfect body size. “What seems to be the problem?”, she asked. “Well, I just haven’t been feeling right lately. I’ve been kind of down about things and real irritable lately. And physically I haven’t been feeling the greatest either.” “How long have you been feeling like this?” “Probably about a month or so now.” “Okay then, let’s see what’s going on.” She takes his blood pressure and pulse and is clearly not pleased with the results. She then takes his temperature in his mouth and notes all the results on his chart. “Well, I’ve got good and bad news for you. What first?” “The bad I guess”, he says reluctantly. “I’m afraid that we’re going to have to check you in to the hospital for some tests.” “And the good news is that you’re kidding right?”, Don says with a little uncertainty in his voice. “No, the good news is that I am almost sure that I can treat you.” But I can’t…” “Yes you can. I am calling to make the necessary arrangements. When you leave here I would like you to go over there and get all checked in.” “Well, if I have to then I will, but what is wrong?” “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing too serious. We’ll get it all worked out.”

Don leaves the office and is really worrying that something is terribly wrong. He is almost sick to his stomach when he arrives at the hospital. After doing all the paper work and other crap at the registration desk, he is told to go and have a seat in the waiting room. He’s got his head buried in a magazine when he hears a voice in the doorway. “Donald Hall.” “Yes?” “Come with me please. We’re going to get you up to your room and get you settled. Dr. Malone will be in later this afternoon.” She takes him to a room on the very top floor of the hospital. He is puzzled by the fact that this wing of the hospital is almost empty. The rest of the wing is just filled with a bunch of closed doors. “Here you go. Just change into he gown on the bed and you can put all your personal belongings in the cabinet next to the bed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He still has no clue about what is going on as he changes into the gown. Still very unsure and uptight about the situation, he sits on the bed and tries to calm down.

This time a different nurse comes in and tells Don to just relax and get comfortable until the doctor arrives. “What section of the hospital is this?” The nurse slowly replies, “These are all Dr. Malone’s patients.” “what do you mean?” “Please just lay back and relax.” She then hurries out the door.

Dr. Malone finally shows up about an hour later. “How are you feeling Don?” “Well, fine I guess but I really want to know what’s going on!” “Don’t worry about it. We’ll take great care of you here. We’re going to get you down into an exam room and run some tests.” Another nurse walks into the room. “This is Nurse Kelly. She’ll be assisting me today.” Two orderlies come in pushing a gurney. “Go ahead and slide over here and we’ll get you down to your room.” The two men help Don over onto the gurney and they begin to roll him down the hall. As they get to the exam room they then help him up onto the exam table. “Just sit tight and someone will be right with you.”

Nurse Kelly walks into the room by herself. She is wearing a long, green, surgical-type gown and a cap that covers all her long brown hair. Around her neck is a mask loosely tied around it. As she walks in another nurse, also totally covered by gown, cap, and mask, walks in pushing a very large cart that is covered with a few drapes. Hiding whatever is on it from sight. “You can leave now Nurse, the Dr. And I can handle this one.” The other nurse then quickly leaves the room. She walks over to where Don is sitting on the table and unties the back of his gown. “What is that for?” “Please just cooperate with me.” “Please let me leave it on.” “It has to come off and if you’re not going to cooperate with me, I’ll make sure it comes off and stays off!” Slowly Don starts to pull the gown off and notices that Kelly is now tying her mask up over her nose and mouth. He then hears a snap and notices that she also has put on a pair of latex gloves. As she walks back to the table she starts massaging every inch of his body to get him to try to relax. The feeling of her gloved hands starts to give him a slight erection. “Roll over please.” “Excuse me?” “Roll over onto your front side please,” she says sternly. She then gets a tube of lubricant from he cart and squeezes some onto her gloved finger. She starts to rub it all over his anus and then shoves her fingers up inside as far as they can go. She then grabs a thermometer from the cart and works it slowly into place. Don has no clue what to think so he just lays there very still and very quiet. She removes the thermometer after a few minutes, just as Dr. Malone walks in. She is also totally covered. The only way Don knows who it is was because of her great height. “Temperature looks normal but there were some severe blockages that I could feel. What would you like to do?” Colonic irrigation would seem to be the trick.” “I agree.” “Have you ever had an enema Don?” “A what!”, as he looks over at the two of them. “What for?” “It’s just part of the treatment I have ordered.” “I refuse to stay here any longer!” “Okay then. Just please relax and we’ll talk about what we’re going to do.” The doctor casually nods to the nurse and she quietly prepares a syringe with a light sedative in it. Dr. Malone and Don are trying to work out their differences to each other when he feels a prick in his arm. “Relax Mr. Hall. This will take affect very quickly.” He jumps off of the table and tries to run for the door but the drug is already starting to take affect. He collapses to the floor.

When he wakes up, he is back on the exam table. This time he is strapped down very tightly. He has a cervical collar around his neck and a strap across his forehead. Also there is one across his chest, one across his waist, one around each thigh and one around each ankle. There were also restraints around his wrist. He absolutely couldn’t move. They also had placed a breathing mask over his nose and mouth. After they had him in place, they placed a large double bardex nozzle in his ass and had all the vacuum lines in place for the colonic. “You wouldn’t do it the easy way, so now you’ll have to do it our way. Just relax and the treatment will be over real soon.” Since Don is fighting against the restraints, the doctor tells Nurse Kelly to turn on some laughing gas. The gas won’t knock him out but we’ll make him space out to what is going on. He has no choice but to just accept the enema. After about 4 quarts have been pumped into him, he obviously looks like he is pregnant from all the water. It is now time to remove the solution. The water is very soapy so he is starting to crap very seriously.

“We’re gonna be done here in just a few more minutes.” She then inserts a very large suppository in his ass and places him in a diaper. She removes the mask from his face and says, “We’ll see you in the morning”. The nurse then injects him with another strong sedative. As he is drifting off to sleep, the orderlies are putting him back on the gurney.

He wakes up many hours later this time on what he thinks is an operating room table. He is still tied down but the restraints have been loosened. The Doctor and Nurse walk in followed by a few more nurses. All of them are wearing clear latex suits under their gowns. They are so shiny and you can see through the parts that are not covered by the gowns. “How are you feeling?” Don does not know how to answer. One of the nurses comes over and starts to put an IV in his arm. They then take his arms and strap them down to the armboards to the sides of the table. As this is happening, two other nurses are putting his feet up in the stirrups and pulling his knees almost up to his chest. His legs are then strapped down again. Some more tubes are once again placed in his ass but he is helpless to fight it. They place a mask over his face again as they re hooking him up to different heart monitors and such. He cannot see the nurses faces because they are all covered by their masks. He is totally naked on the table, not even a blanket covering him. One of the nurse leans over him from the top and places a cold stethoscope on his chest. Another takes his blood pressure. “Nice just relax, and this will be over very shortly.” The nurses then injects something into his IV, and he feels himself slowly falling asleep. When he wakes up he is in the same room, but now he is clothed. Only by a diaper. The nurse have put him in a diaper and have left him on the table. Then, he hears the doors open. The nurse are walking in again, still fully covered. One walks over and rips off his diaper. The other injects him with a very light sedative just enough to make him a little drowsy, but still conscious. Then, they start playing with his cock. Rubbing it up and down and squeezing it. Don is helpless to fight back! One nurse, slowly climbs on top of him, and begins to violently rape him. He tries to yell out, but no one can hear him. Finally, all eight of the nurses have taken their turn on top of him. Just as they are finished, he is knocked out again.

When Don comes to, he is lying in a hospital bed back in his room. “Hello sleepy head.” Dr. Malone has returned. We can’t seem to find anything wrong with you. But if you could come back next weekend, we will need to run some more tests.,

The Evil Nurse

Karla was passing the Nurses’ Lounge when she heard sobbing from within. She opened the door slowly and peaked inside. One of the candy stripers, a girl named Doris, was sprawled on one of the couches, bawling her eyes out… “What on earth is the matter, dear?” Karla said as she walked over to the girl, sitting beside her.

Doris looked up, face streaked with tears and cheap eyeliner, her mouth locked in a downward curving crescent shape. “Its…its…that girl in room 14B,” she blubbered, lip quivering, “She’s so terrible to us…she calls us names and threatens to get us fired…” Karla had only just returned from a vacation in the Bahamas, and she had this to deal with on her first day back. As of yet, she was unfamiliar with the occupant of room 14B. “Well, don’t you worry anymore,” Karla said, putting her arm around Doris’ shoulders, “I’ll drop in on…what’s her name?” “Jenna…Jenna Berkley…” Doris replied, her sobs moderately reduced, “T-thanks, Karla…”

Karla patted Doris’ cheek and strode out of the lounge purposefully in the direction of 14B. She stopped off at the Nurses’ station and examined Jenna Berkley’s chart. She was 17, apparently had a yeast infection and had been admitted at her parents’ request so that she could get “optimum care”. Well, thought, Karla, I’ll see to it that she gets taken care of… Chart in hand, Karla continued on her way to 14B from where, as she approached, she could hear music blaring. She stood in the doorway for a moment. Jenna stood at the window, her back to the door, bobbing her head jerkily to the punk music blasting out of a large radio she had placed at the foot of the bed.

“Excuse me,” Karla said in a no-nonsense monotone. Jenna was oblivious, or perhaps was ignoring her intentionally. “I said, excuse me!” Karla said louder this time, stepping into the room. Jenna turned around, a f@ck-you smirk on her face. “Yeah? Is it dinner time or something?” “That music is just a little too loud,” Karla moved towards the bed to turn down the volume, but Jenna beat her to it, adjusting the volume minutely. “Better?” she said with a sneer. “This is a hospital…” Karla started. “…Yeah, and I’m one of the patients!” Jenna snapped back, “My daddy is paying good money for me to be here, so back the f@ck up, bitch!”

Karla was momentarily startled by the girl’s foul mouth. She had expected a troublemaker, true, but this one took the cake. Karla quickly snatched the radio’s plug out of the wall socket, cutting off the music in mid-shriek. “That will be quite enough,” she said, voice tinged with menace, “Rich daddy or not, you are going to behave on my floor…savvy?” Karla advanced on the girl as if to grab her only to get a foot in her midsection. Jenna followed up with a stiff-finger jab to Karla’s diaphragm, sending the nurse sprawling backwards… “Don’t you ever try to touch me, c*nt!” Jenna snarled, crouching in anticipation of striking again.

Karla half-stumbled out the door just as Dr.Juha, the handsome young Finnish intern was approaching. “Is everything alright?” he said, placing a hand on Karla’s hip to help steady her. Karla was still catching her breath. She pointed into the room where she now saw, to her disgust, Jenna sitting innocently on the edge of the bed, radio stashed beneath it. “She…I…” Karla stammered. “Is everything alright, Jenna?” the young doctor queried, stepping into the room and leaving Karla swaying outside. “Everything’s fine, doctor,” Jenna said in a little girl voice, “I think the nice nurse slipped on something…she ran smack right into the door…” “Oh she’ll be fine,” Dr.Juha said, smiling, “And you’ll be fine, too. You get to go home tomorrow after a good night’s rest.”

Karla was thoroughly disgusted, and limped away. Doris hadn’t told her half of it. This Jenna Berkley would need a real attitude adjustment. All in good time, Karla thought, mind racing with schemes…

Karla’s shift ended at midnight. By now the requisite sedative that all the patients received would have kicked in, and she made sure that Jenna Berkley had gotten an extra dose in her dinner. She would be zoned by now. While the next shift’s nurses were still sorting themselves out in the lounge, Karla crept into Jenna’s room. She was sleeping soundly enough, mouth agape. Karla peaked back out into the hall. No one was watching. In a swift maneuver, she lifted the girl out of the bed and hustled down the hallway to exit stairs with her burden, puffing and panting with the effort. Safely inside the stairwell, Karla grabbed the girl under the arms and dragged her up the steps to the floor above…the surgical wing! No one would be there at this time of night unless an emergency case came in. Karla decided to take the chance… Karla stopped to catch her breath then continued dragging Jenna into the surgical prep room where patients were sedated and cleaned up before being taken into the OR. In a final effort, Karla heaved Jenna up onto a gurney that was always kept there.

Karla produced a hypodermic from her pocket. It contained a dose of stimulant that would rouse the slumbering Jenna just in time for her special treatment. She jabbed the needle into the girl’s hip, eliciting a grunt from her in response. Karla smiled to herself in anticipation of the fun to come. Jenna moaned softly as she began to stir. Karla in the meantime had strapped the girl’s wrists and ankles to the gurney. “W-wha?” Jenna babbled as she came around, “Where…” She blinked up at the painfully bright operatory light above her, still unsure of her surroundings or even her consciousness. “You’ve had a serious development with your infection,” Karla said, leaning down over the girl, “I’m afraid we’ll have to operate…” At that, Jenna’s awareness increased dramatically. “What are you talking about?” She said, the stimulant having brought her out of her dazed state, “I-I feel fine…” Then she saw Karla and she knew all was not kosher. Karla snapped on a pair of latex gloves then proceeded to tie her surgical mask in place.

“Hold on…” Jenna said, her voice rising to a shriek, “HOLD ON A MINUTE!” “Now there’s no need to get upset,” Karla said, turning away for a moment to pull an anesthesia trolley up to the head of the gurney, “You won’t feel a thing…well, eventually…” Jenna jerked at her restraints. She lifted her head up to scream, only to have it forced back down by a large black rubber anesthesia mask that Karla shoved onto her face. Her cries were muffled sufficiently, and Karla let her continue screaming since she hadn’t started any oxygen or gas flow yet. Jenna would smother if she kept it up. Sweat was beading on the girl’s forehead, her eyes bulging as she struggled to get air into her lungs. “Now are you going to behave?” asked Karla sarcastically.

Jenna jerked her head back and forth, but Karla’s control of the mask was total, keeping it in place despite Jenna’s struggles. When she was certain that Jenna would breathe anything she pumped to her, Karla started a low flow of oxygen and nitrous oxide. Jenna gulped the mixture without resistance, only realizing as the room began to spin that she was being gassed. It wasn’t long before her struggles subsided. “That’s a good girl,” Karla said, easing her grip on the mask slightly. Once she was sure Jenna wouldn’t offer too much resistance, she attached the mask harness and went back out into the hallway to make sure the coast was still clear. All was still. It was time for the treatment to begin in earnest.

Back in the prep room, Jenna moaned softly, her only protest now. Her eyes followed Karla’s movements, frequently fluttering as she tried to maintain focus. She mumbled something, but it was unintelligible through the thick rubber of the mask. “Its Ok…just relax…” Karla reduced the nitrous flow, flushing the mask now with oxygen. Again Jenna shook her head from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the mask. Karla grabbed both sides of the girl’s head, holding it steady, then stared down at her. “It’s a shame you won’t remember this come morning,” said Karla coldly, “And no doubt you’ll go back to being the same spoiled bitch that you were, but I want you to know that at this moment your life is in my hands! She released her grip on Jenna’s head and produced a hypodermic. “See this?” Karla said, tapping the hypo with her finger, “Its called curare. It will paralyze you to the point that you won’t be able to breathe without MY help…understand?”

Jenna’s eyes widened in terror, then shut tightly as she screamed with all her might. The mask muffled it sufficiently. At that, Karla jabbed the needle into Jenna’s shoulder without further ado. Again the girl screamed, but it changed quickly into more of a pathetic gurgle as her muscles began to succumb to the drug’s effects. Soon she was gasping for air. In truth, Karla had given her a small dose of the drug, just enough to induce panic…and she had achieved that quite nicely. Jenna could only stare up at her, her breathing shallow and strained. Wasting no time, Karla took the turgid rebreathing bag in hand and squeezed a lungful of oxygen into Jenna. Her trained hand continued rhythmically pumping the bladder, slow and surely. Jenna’s relief was only evident in her eyes, wide and staring but no longer rolling in abject panic.

Karla continued this for several minutes, sometimes squeezing slower, sometimes faster, just enough that Jenna was never sure when her next lungful of precious air would come. Karla knew that someone would be checking the beds soon and she had to get Jenna back. “Well, sweetie, its nite-nite time for real now. Wouldn’t want any more upset nurses on your account, now would we?” Karla whispered harshly.

She turned on the flurothane now, about 5% of the mixture, then switched over to the automatic ventilator. Jenna’s brow wrinkled slightly as the machine took over her breathing, alarmed at the mechanical precision. But within moments her eyelids began to droop, then finally close as the potent anesthetic agent took effect. So as to insure Jenna’s amnesia, Karla injected her with a light dose of sodium pentothal. She removed the mask and took a moment to look at the sleeping girl. In her present state she was almost angelic, proving that you really couldn’t judge a book by its cover. Certain that the girl wouldn’t feel anything, Karla slapped her face for good measure. “Sweet dreams, you little cunt.”

Karla was able to return Jenna to her bed without incident, and quickly left the hospital. By the time she came back on shift the next day, Jenna had gone home. Doris was doing her rounds, bright eyed and smiling. “Well, this is certainly an improvement from yesterday,” Karla said to her.

“That awful girl went home today, you know,” Doris replied, “And it seemed like she was, well, different. No more cursing or spitting or anything like that. She seemed almost scared. One of the nurses said the girl had had a really nightmare or something last night.” “Most likely it was a bad reaction to the sedative,” Dr.Juha piped in, walking out of the nurses’ station. He looked at Karla for a moment, smiled, then continued down the hall. He stopped suddenly and turned around. Karla felt her blood run cold… “Care to join me for lunch, Doris?” The candy striper squealed in delight while Karla breathed a quiet sigh of relief. As the Dr.Juha and Doris walked away, Karla smiled wickedly then went about her duties…

The Rubber Baroness

The heavy rain made it difficult for Allen to see the road. It was literally a curtain of water hitting the windshield. The wipers were useless, yet he wouldn’t stop.

Damn him!, Alice thought to herself. He couldn’t leave on time. Now we’ll never get to the airport before our flight leaves! She looked at Betty and Frank, who were sitting quietly in the back seat. They looked at Alice with expressions of anger and yet, resignation to their fate.

It was only a month ago that the four of them left school for the summer, and decided to travel Europe. Allen volunteered to do all of the driving through Germany, since he was the most fluent in that language. But he was so damned undependable! He decided to get drunk at that beer festival and he was out cold until noon today.

” I think I see a light.”, Allen shouted. Alice stared out the windshield. She could at first barely see a light post and then eventually, a street appeared.

Allen stopped the car in front of what looked like a tavern. There were no lights in the window.

“I’m going to ask for directions.” he said as he opened the door. The rain whooshed in the car.

“Hey, hurry up and close the door, we’re getting soaked!” shouted Frank. He was pissed at Allen just about as much as everyone else. To top it off, now they were lost! Never again in a million years were he and Betty ever going on a trip with him. If it wasn’t for the fact that Alice was Betty’s best friend and roommate, they would have taken off without them

Allen pounded on the door to the tavern. After several moments, a man opened the door. Alice saw that the man was quite upset. Well sure. It was nearly two in the morning! The man began pointing down the road, giving Allen directions. Allen then returned to the car, soaking everyone again when he opened the door.

“You know where we are now?” Alice said sarcastically.

“We’re not too far off of the Autobahn that heads towards Munich.”, Allen replied. “All we have to do is take that road over there and we should be at the airport….on time.” He emphasized those last words.

As the car drove off, the man picked up a telephone and made a call.

Allen turned onto a narrow road. The rain had eased a bit, but it was still too heavy to see clearly. They sped by a sign.

“What was that?” Frank said “What did it say?”

Allen thought for a second. “I think it said something about private property. It must have meant…”

“LOOK OUT!” Alice screamed. Lying on the road were several large timbers.

The car hit the pile and, Allen lost control of the car. It skidded and spun twice before running off the road and into a ditch. The car tipped over and rested on its side with all four of the passengers stunned from the impact.

After several moments, Frank was the first to recover. “Betty, Betty…are you ok?”

Betty pulled a blanket off of her head. “Yeah…I guess so.”

Alice and Allen signaled that they were in one piece.

“Nice going asshole.” Frank retorted. “Now what are we going to do?”

“It wasn’t my fault…” Allen replied

“Oh shut up!” Alice had enough of Allen’s excuses. “We’re in the middle of a downpour. We can’t make our flight in time. But to make it complete, we’re lost.”

“The guy told me to turn on this road.”

“You sure he didn’t tell you to take another road? You just thought he said…”

“He pointed and said to take this one!” Allen was totally on the defensive.

For several minutes everyone sat silently in the car as the rain continued to pour.

“Somebody’s got to get help.” Betty said, breaking the dead quiet. Everyone looked at Allen.

“Who, me?” Allen replied.

“You really don’t want me to give you a reason, do you?” said Frank. The anger in his voice was definitely noticeable.

“The rain’s too heavy. I can barely see out there.”

“Well, we’re not going to sit in the car until the good fairy comes and rescues us.”

Just then, the headlights of a car came through the windshield. The door opened and a figure trotted towards the stranded foursome.

“Thank God!” shouted Betty. “Help us, please.”

The figure looked inside. “Are you all right? Is anybody hurt?” It was the sound of a woman’s voice…and in perfect English!

“I think so.” replied Alice.

“Let’s get you out of this rain. We can take care of your car later.” said the woman.

The driver’s door was pulled open, and the four of them climbed out of the car. The heavy rain soaked them immediately.

“Get in my car. You’ll all catch your death.” shouted the woman. She lead them to a large black Mercedes limo. Alice looked behind her at their car. All four tires were flat. In one of the tires was one of the timbers they had run into. Large steel spikes jutted from the wood.

The woman looked at Alice. “Yes, we have had a lot of vandalism around here. Some punks decided to have fun with the locals. Fortunately they didn’t kill anybody.”

Alice got into the car with the woman close behind her. “Wait.” Alice cried. What about our things?”

Allen shook his head. “With all this rain I’m not going to try to search for our stuff. We can try when it clears up.”

“I don’t have any other clothes..and I’m soaked!” In fact, everyone was drenched.

“I have a few things at home you can put on.” said the woman “You also look like you could use something to eat and drink….and probably rest too”

“We haven’t eaten since noon.” said Frank “We’ve had to race all day to get this far without stopping.”

“Are you expected somewhere? If so, you can call them from my home.” the woman offered.

“Well, we were trying to catch our flight home. But it doesn’t look like we’ll make it now.”

“True, but you can get one later in the day. I’m sure the airline will help you out.”

Alice looked at the woman. She was bundled up in a black rubber raincoat, with a wide brimmed rubber hat. All she could barely see was her face, which was concealed by the large coat collar. But she could see her eyes which were a deep blue. They locked on to Alice, and a slight smile appeared on the woman’s lips.

“We didn’t have a chance to thank you…”

“No need to thank me. I only wish I could have been there to prevent the accident.”

“I don’t think there was anything you could have done. Anyway, my name is Alice Millburn. This is Frank Turner, Betty Podasky, …and this is Allen Furgus.”

The woman smiled. “It is a pleasure to meet you, even though I think the circumstances are not too pleasant. I am Baroness Greta Gummi.”

“Oh wow! A Baroness!” Betty was always impressed by titles. “Nice to meet you Greta.”

“Address me as Baroness.” came her sharp reply. “In my home it is either Baroness or Mistress.”

“Sorry…Baroness.”

“You’re young, you’ll adjust.” laughed the Baroness.

Alice’s hand rested on the seat of the car. As her hand touched the black material, it felt different than any car seat she had ever been in. It wasn’t fabric. It seemed to stretch a bit as she pressed it with her fingertip. It wasn’t leather, but something softer.

The Mercedes stopped in front of a castle door.

“I will have my servants prepare rooms for you.” said the Baroness.

“We don’t want to put you out…” responded Alice.

“You’re no trouble. Each room has a bath so all of you can take a nice hot shower. My servants will take care of your clothing, and prepare dinner for you.”

Allen spoke up. “All we need is to call for help on the car, and to get us to the airport.”

The Baroness looked at Allen. Alice could now see the eyes stare right through him. “I am offering you my hospitality young man. If I knew you were going to refuse it outright, I wouldn’t have even bothered picking you up.”

Allen was dumbfounded. Alice quickly spoke up. “I’m sorry if you have been offended Baroness. Please accept my apologies.”

“Well, at least one of you has some manners.” replied the Baroness who looked at Alice and smiled. “He’s forgiven my dear.”

The Baroness got out of the car and motioned for the four to follow her. They walked towards the front door. Before they reached the threshold, the doors opened and a maid appeared. She helped the Baroness off with her coat and hat. Alice noticed that the maid was dressed in a form-fitting uniform made of a glossy black material. The maid’s waist was incredibly small; maybe only fifteen to sixteen inches.

Looking at the maid’s face, it was unnaturally tan and it also seemed to have a glossy appearance. Was it heavy makeup? If so, it made the servant look like a plastic doll.

“The maid will take you to your rooms. I assumed that two will be sufficient, or will one be all you need?” the Baroness said with a slight chuckle.

“Two will be fine….” replied Betty then quickly added “…Baroness.”

“Then I will join you after dinner.” the Baroness walked toward down one of the castle hallways.

The maid began to walk up the stairs, then stopped at the landing. She didn’t say a word, but waited for them to follow her. Alice followed, then came Allen Frank and Betty. As the maid walked down the hallway, Betty nudged Alice. “Look at those shoes!” she whispered. Alice looked down at the maid’s feet. The shoes had stiletto heels at least five inches high.

“How the hell can she walk in those?” Alice whispered to Betty. As she watched, she also took closer notice of the maid’s uniform. It not only was a glossy black, but it was so tight fitting that she could see the crack of the maid’s as cheeks! Betty glanced at Frank who also was noticing the maid’s rear..too closely. She jabbed him in the side with her elbow.

The maid opened the door to a bedroom and pointed to Alice and Allen. Obviously this was their room. The maid then escorted Frank and Betty to the room next door.

Alice looked around the room. The first thing she saw was the massive canopy bed.

“Wow!” exclaimed Allen “What a place to get laid!”

“Do you have to be so crude?

“What? I just said…”

“Don’t you have anything else on your mind?”

Allen grabbed her by the waist and pulled her next to him. “Right now…we both could use a little..”

Alice pushed him away. “Not now! I mean it!”

Allen began getting undressed. Ever since they arrived in Europe things weren’t going very well between them. They hadn’t made love in over three weeks.

She pulled off her wet clothes and immediately went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and quickly stepped inside.

“I suppose you wouldn’t want some help?” Alice heard him say.

“When we get back home, we’re through.”

Allen entered the bathroom. He was totally nude, and he was realizing that Alice wasn’t kidding. He grabbed a towel and began drying himself off.

“You can’t mean that…”

“I am….If this trip has done anything, it’s made me realize that we are totally incompatible.”

“Everybody screws up…nobody’s perfect Hon…”

“It’s not because of today. It’s everything that’s happened over the last year.”

“Like what?”

“You have no manners…You don’t want to learn what I like.”

“Hey! I went with you to that Italian film fest…”

“…and made idiotic comments all through it. You have no style, no class.”

“You didn’t mind the sex.”

Alice looked at him. “I thought you’d at least try to concentrate on me.”

“You faked it every time?” Allen asked sarcastically. “I don’t think so.”

Alice turned off the shower and opened the curtain. Allen offered her a towel, but she took another one from nearby.

“You just don’t get it….All you wanted was the same old thing. I wanted more.”

“More what? How long do you think I can go…?

Alice walked back to the bed. She looked around.

“Now what?” Allen asked.

“Where’s our clothes?”

Allen also began to search for their clothing. “I can’t find them. What the hell is going on?

“Didn’t the Baroness say our things would be taken care of?”

“Yeah, but we can’t go around like this.”

There was a knock at the door.

“Yes” Alice responded. There was a second knock.

Allen went to the door and opened it a crack. Outside, the maid was holding something in her arms. Allen reached out and the maid handed him two robes.

“Danke” said Allen, but the maid did not respond. She turned and went over to Frank and Betty’s room with two more robes.

Allen closed the door and handed Alice one of the robes. Like the seat of the car, the material felt strange, yet familiar to Alice.

As she put on her robe, Alice realized just what it was.

“Allllennnn….” she said with some trepidation. “These robes are made of…..rubber.”

Allen felt the robe, which was quite short. In fact, it barely covered his thighs. He at first thought he had put on Alice’s, but hers was even shorter.

“Sure as hell are. What’s going on?”

The telephone in the room rang. Alice answered it.

“Aren’t you two coming down?” it was Betty’s voice.

“We can’t come down. You should see what we were given to wear.” responded Alice.

“We got on a couple of rubber robes…”

“And you went down wearing nothing but those.?”

“Sure…Come on! You should see the spread that the Baroness has got here.”

“No Betty…not like this.”

Frank’s voice was now on the phone. “What’s the matter…chicken?” he said loudly.

Allen overheard the remark. He took the receiver and slammed it down. He grabbed Alice’s arm and pulled her toward the door. “Nobody calls me chicken.” he said angrily.

Alice tried to pull away. This was too weird! But Allen was too strong and they went out the bedroom door; headed down the stairs and toward the dining room.

The maid was waiting for them and pointed towards two places prepared for them at the large banquet table. There, a large meal was waiting for them. It was being served on fine china, accompanied by lead crystal and sterling silver place settings.

Alice took a seat at the table. As she sat down, her robe came up and her naked rear rested on the cushion. It too, was covered in rubber.

“Isn’t this wild?” said Betty, who was already seated in one of the chairs.

Alice was surprised that Frank and Betty were so unaware of what was around them. “Don’t you think this Baroness is a little too…”

“Kinky?” Betty responded. “Well maybe a little, but I thought you were the open-minded one.”

“Open-minded is one thing, but this is too much.”

Alice said nothing the rest of the meal. She watched as Frank and Allen devoured the food. She watched as Betty ate daintily, as if this was all quite normal. However, Alice had to admit that everything was delicious and that the Baroness was being incredibly hospitable.

“Has everyone been taken care of?” came the voice of the Baroness.

Alice looked to her right and saw a large figure in the entryway. It began to walk towards the table and as it came closer, she saw something that frightened, yet intrigued her.

The Baroness was wearing what appeared to be a rubber catsuit. Upon a closer look in the light, Alice could see that she was wearing a combination tights and boots. You couldn’t tell where the tights began and the boots started. (Were they one-piece?) The boots had six-inch stiletto heels. She was wearing shoulder-length gloves that melted into a leotard-like top. What was most interesting was that her midriff was bare which revealed a washboard-like stomach and her large breasts were encapsulated by the rubber…her nipples could clearly be seen!

Alice looked at Allen who was sitting next to her. She could see his cock was rock hard from the sight of the Baroness. She looked at Betty and Frank. Both of them had that same expression of shock… and arousal.

Alice looked at the Baroness again. As she came even closer, Alice could see that she was a tall (at least six foot), extremely muscular woman…like a bodybuilder! Her forearms seemed bigger than Alice’s thighs! When she was wearing that raincoat, Alice never realized what a powerful-looking woman she was. She even made Frank the football player, look puny!

“I trust that everything was to your liking?”

“Umm, yes…yes. Delicious.” Alice stammered.

“I want you to try this.” The Baroness held a bottle of wine and walked over to Betty. She poured the wine into her glass. “It’s rare that I get a chance to open this. It unfortunately has a short life and if someone doesn’t drink it, it goes to waste.”

The Baroness proceeded to pour the wine. She would stand behind each of them and reach over and fill the glasses.

Alice saw that Allen was finding it hard to conceal his raging hard on. The robe had little material to cover it. Alice could see the Baroness smile as she glanced down and Allen muttered a “Thank You”.

Now it was Alice’s turn. Unlike the others, the Baroness leaned over farther until one of her rubber-covered breasts rested on Alice’s shoulder. It stayed there for several moments. But before the Baroness could pour, Alice’s hand covered the empty crystal goblet.

“I’m sorry Baroness, I don’t drink.”

“That’s quite all right my dear, I don’t either. I prefer warm cocoa at this time of night. Would you like that instead?

“Yes, Baroness…Thank you.”

The Baroness nodded to the maid who immediately left the room.

“Excuse me Baroness..” Frank said as he sipped his wine. “You sound very American.”

“I was born and raised in Chicago. My mother was a flight attendant, and my father worked for the German Consul. They met, got married, and lived there for most of my childhood. When it was time for me to go to college, I went back to U of C and eventually got my Master’s degree in Economics.”

“Baroness doesn’t seem to go with a Chicago student.”

“Actually, that was my late husband’s title..”

Alice responded. “Oh, I’m sorry..”

“That’s all right, it was some years ago. Anyway, I began working for my father’s family business, but on the side I tried bodybuilding competition. I got into several semifinals but I never won anything higher than third place. ”

“You look fabulous…” said Betty.

“Why thank you, it’s very kind. It’s still part of my routine to work out. In fact, I met my husband at a gym run by a mutual friend of ours. It was almost the typical boy meets girl story, but in this case he turned out to be the sole heir to his family’s title. So I officially became a Baroness.”

“If you don’t mind, your husband…..”

“Unfortunately, Gustav’s heart was not as strong as we both thought. After a night of ‘working out’ he collapsed …. and died.” The Baroness’s voice trailed off.

Alice was now somewhat more at ease with the Baroness. She seemed less formidable, and more likeable. Allen and Frank, who had consumed more of the wine than they should, began to yawn.

“I’m hitting the sack. Thanks for your hospitality Baroness.” said Allen.

The Baroness smiled. “I’m sure when you wake up you will see things have changed for the better.”

Alice and the Baroness continued to talk. Like Alice, the Baroness also had a fondness for old books and classic films. As their conversation continued, Betty and Frank were yawning more and more.

“You two should go to sleep as well.” the Baroness said.

As Frank and Betty went up the stairs, the Baroness looked at Alice.

“Would you like another cocoa?”

“Yes, please.”

“Let’s go over to the fireplace, it’s much more comfortable.”

Alice followed the Baroness over to the massive fireplace. The Baroness laid down on her side on the large fur rug in front of the hearth. She motioned for Alice to join her. Soon, two more cups of cocoa were delivered by the maid. The two women continued their conversation for several more minutes.

Alice began to experience a stiffness in her joints. She began to move her arms to try to get rid of the sensation. A slight numbness began to manifest itself in her muscles. The Baroness looked at her.

“Are you all right Alice?”

“Maybe it’s something that happen because of the crash…I’m starting to lose sensation in my arms and legs. Maybe you should call a doctor.”

The Baroness smiled and purred. ” I’m getting hot wearing this rubber..” with that she slipped her fingers under her top and removed the latex garment. Then as Alice watched, the Baroness pulled down the rubber tights/boots and threw them off to the side. Then she laid back on the rug and stretched.

“Rubber gets me sooo horny.”

Alice tried to get up, but she couldn’t! Her arms and legs no longer responded. She couldn’t even turn her head!

“aallleennn” came a squeak from Alice’s lips. “heellppp mmeee.”

“I’m afraid even if your voice could reach all the way upstairs, your companions can’t hear you. The wine included a very powerful sedative. In fact, your friend Frank consumed enough to keep him asleep for at least eight hours!”

Alice was terrified!

“Relax my darling.” responded the Baroness “You won’t be harmed unless you resist…and I know you don’t want to resist.”

The Baroness crawled over to Alice and began to untie the belt on the robe. She pulled off the black rubber garment, caressing Alice’s small but firm, breasts.

“Yes, you can feel it too. I’ve been waiting for someone like you to join me.”

Alice was feeling scared, but at the same time, aroused. But she shouldn’t! It must be the drug, it can’t be her!

The Baroness slid her hands down Alice’s body until they reached her pussy lips. The Baroness began a gentle stroking of Alice’s clit. Then slowly, she placed her index finger into the now, moist opening.

Alice shuddered with this invasion. The Baroness began easing two more fingers inside, then began to move them in and out of Alice’s now thoroughly wet pussy.

“You are quite new to this, aren’t you my sweet?” Alice could say nothing but try to control herself as the Baroness began an expert manipulation of her fingers inside her.

Alice began breathing harder and harder. The sensations were building with each movement of the Baroness’ hand. The waves of pure pleasure were building with each stroke. Alice wanted to scream, but the drug only let her give an ‘uuuuuuhhhhh’! Suddenly, the most intensive orgasm Alice ever had, erupted!

The Baroness stopped and looked at Alice. Alice was torn between wanting the Baroness to continue, and her revulsion at her desire for more.

“Oh, there’s so many things for you to learn.” With that, the Baroness scooped up Alice in her arms and carried her to an elevator. They descended down for at least two stories.

“This used to be the castle dungeon.” the Baroness explained. “I have adapted it for my own very special purposes.”

Alice was placed on a stainless steel table. Padded cuffs were placed on her wrists and ankles; then secured with padlocks. A similar collar went around her throat. It wasn’t too tight, but even if she could move, she could not be able to raise her head off the table.

After several minutes, Alice regained some movement. She turned her head toward a gurgling noise.

On a similar steel table lay Allen. All of his body hair had been removed! Two rubber covered figures were placing rubber devices in his mouth, nose, rear, and cock. His eyes and ears were covered with rubber patches and an IV tube was in his arm.

“This is the first step of conditioning.” it was the Baroness. “His bodily functions will be under my control. Then he will be placed into a sensory deprivation tank for 72 hours. His mind will become quite pliable, and ready for sessions of drug-assisted hypnosis and electro-shock treatment. ”

Alice looked around as best as she could and saw Frank and Betty. Like Allen, their body hair had been removed, but they had been placed in cages near the elevator door.

“They are still asleep. I will keep them sedated until the first phase of number twelve’s conditioning is complete.”

“Number twelve? What are you going to do with us” Alice was finally able to regain full use of her voice. She struggled, but the restraints were too tough.

“Us? As you can see, my home and estate is large requires a great deal of maintenance. Good help is hard to find, and help that appeals to my…other needs is nearly impossible. So I intend on converting your friends into permanent rubber slaves.”

The Baroness continued. “As for you…I have other plans. That is, if you are willing.”

“Like what. To be like that maid of yours?”

“No sweet Alice, something different. Something I’ve wanted for a long time ever since I began to learn the ways of rubbersex.”

“I won’t let you…”

“You have no other choice, except to join your friends in my service.”

“We’ll be missed by our friends and families.”

“True, that is if the bodies don’t convince them.”

“Bodies!?”

“From that horrible car crash and fire that burned everything. All that remained were four charred bodies, and perhaps some of your personal items.” The Baroness took hold of Alice’s hand and removed the small sapphire ring from her finger.

“You’re crazy! You can’t fake bodies, even if there was a fire.”

“The bodies are real…I have connections that have obtained suitable substitutes. I will be x-raying your teeth so that false dental records will be sent to the U.S. Embassy. That will convince the authorities that it was the four of you in the car.”

“No, please. Let us go!” Alice began crying. Suddenly she felt two pairs of hands on her. One of the rubber covered slaves began to insert an IV tube into her arm, while another began to insert a catheter into her urethra. Alice screamed as she felt the pain of the tubes enter her. The first slave then pushed a double bardex into her rear and inflated it.

The Baroness cooed to Alice, “Relax my sweet. I need to keep you out of mischief while I am converting your companions into my rubber slaves. You may find the process too intense, so I will be keeping you asleep until number fourteen is through the first phase.”

Alice tried to remain awake, but the drug in the IV was too strong. The last thing she could see was Allen being secured in some type of rubber harness. A hoist picked up the harness and Allen was lowered into the sensory deprivation tank…….then………………Darkness.

When Alice regained consciousness, she felt as if a weight was resting on her chest. The neck restraint had been removed, so she looked down. Her eyes opened wide in shock!

Her breasts!….They were huge! They were at least a 38D! Alice tried to scream, but a sharp pain in her throat prevented even a squeak. “My God!”, she thought “Did she take out my vocal chords too?”

A rubber gloved hand rested on Alice’s forehead. “There, there” said the Baroness “You don’t need to be frightened..”

“Frightened?!” Alice thought, “You turn me into some kind of sex freak. You take out my vocal chords; and I don’t have to be scared?…You’re crazy!”

The Baroness seemed to understand Alice’s thoughts. “I’ve only injected a drug into your larynx that temporarily stops it from working. It will wear off in about three weeks. As for your new breasts…” The Baroness smiled, “I like big tits on women. Your body could support these, so I put my medium sized ones in you.”

“Medium!” Alice’s lips mouthed.

“Oh yes, I have much bigger ones available, but yours are a brand new type I had created.”

The Baroness placed her left hand on Alice’s right breast and lifted it up. “Just here..” She placed her right index finger on some sort of ‘button’ on the underside where the breast meets the chest muscle. “..is a special valve in which I can inject more solution. The implants are made of a material that can stretch 20 times their original size without breaking. If I really wanted to, I could make them so large that you couldn’t even drag them across a room. But I won’t do that…unless you force me to.”

The Baroness released Alice’s breast, and began running her fingers over her lips. “I don’t want you to hate me…I know what I have already done seems cruel; but I need you to appreciate my…I mean,…. our lifestyle.”

The Baroness undid the strap on Alice’s left ankle. Alice tried to kick, but the Baroness was just too strong. She took a brush and began covering Alice’s foot and leg in a sweet-smelling yellow liquid. She continued until the leg and thigh were completely covered. In only a few seconds, the liquid had dried. The Baroness then brought over a rubber boot and began to pull it over Alice’s leg. The boot was skin tight and it took nearly fifteen minutes to put on and remove any air bubbles and creases.

The Baroness did the same to Alice’s other leg. From what she could see, the boot had stiletto heels of at least five, maybe even six inches high!

Next came a pair of shoulder-length gloves. The remainder of the restraints were removed, but the two rubber slaves held Alice fast as the Baroness put them on. Alice could tell that they were much thicker than the boots. In fact, once they were on she couldn’t even move her fingers!

Finally, the Baroness brought over a rubber collar. It was very wide and thick, with four steel rings imbedded into it. The collar was wrapped around Alice’s neck. The collar fit tightly under her chin making it nearly impossible for her to move her head in any direction.

The Baroness helped Alice off of the table. Alice found it difficult to stand in the stiletto-heeled boots. She tried to brace herself against the table, but she couldn’t bend her arms!

“They’re quite useless my sweet.” said the Baroness, holding Alice upright. “They are made of a molded rubber which cannot flex. It’s a form of rubber bondage that gives you the illusion of freedom, while keeping you totally helpless. The boots are much more flexible and will allow you to walk, but running away will be rather difficult. The collar …. well you can tell how it restricts your movement. Plus it looks very pretty on you.”

Alice tried to move her fingers to try to reach down and pull off the boots.

“Even if you could move your hands, it can’t be done. I’ve used ‘Adhesive A’ on it.”

Alice’s eyes opened wide. “Adhesive? I’ve been glued into this rubber!?” she thought.

“The adhesive reacts to your skin’s oils and begins to set once you begin to sweat. It then forms a molecular bond with your skin and muscle tissues. It’s impossible to remove without the proper solvent.”

The maid walked over to Alice and took hold of her arms. As Alice tried to walk in the stiletto-heeled boots, the maid would help keep her from stumbling.

“Number eight will be responsible for your well-being and safety.” said the Baroness. “After a while, you’ll get used to wearing the boots and you’ll be able to move around on your own. Since you can’t use your arms and hands, number eight will feed you, bathe you and even wipe your ass.”

Alice looked at the maid’s face. Instead of the flesh-colored doll-like expression, a featureless black oval existed.

“I usually remove my rubber slaves’ faces so as to eliminate their ability to associate themselves with their former lives. I have inserted permanent one-way lenses over their eyes so that it appears that their heads are one solid piece of rubber.”

The Baroness went over to the sensory deprivation tank. She motioned for Alice to follow. Alice began to take small, tentative steps towards her. The 5 inch heels of the boots nearly caused her to fall, but the maid quickly prevented it from happening.

When Alice got to the tank she could see a small observation window in the side. She carefully looked through it and saw a figure completely covered in black rubber. From the approximate size, it appeared to be Frank.

‘It is in the final stage of preparation. It needed a third session in the tank, as it had a very strong will to resist. I’ll give it an additional 48 hour session of hypnosis and electroshock conditioning, and it will be ready to assume its new duties.”

The Baroness looked at Alice. Alice wanted to avoid looking at her, but couldn’t. It couldn’t be explained, but she had conflicting feelings of revulsion at what the Baroness had done to them, …and a strange erotic attraction to the tall, muscular woman.

“The others broke much more easily. Number twelve only needed ten hours of deprivation and his mind turned to mush. Number thirteen had a slightly different conditioning program, and took about four days. I wanted to do something that more suited her..oops, I guess you know which ones I’m talking about.”

Alice was surprised. Not by what the Baroness was doing, or had done, but the knowledge that Allen the macho man; the ‘nobody calls me a chicken’ tough guy; had broken so quickly. Frank, and even Betty, had fought harder and longer.

The Baroness motioned for Alice to follow her. With the maid assisting her, the three of them walked down a corridor to another room in the dungeon.

“Since you will have the use of number eight, I’m going to need a new maid…”

Alice stopped and looked at a figure kneeling on the floor in front of a large tank which appeared to be filled with hot, liquid rubber.

“Up, number twelve!” commanded the Baroness.

The figure rose and Alice could see that it was another rubberized slave…but wait! Didn’t the Baroness say number twelve; that meant that it was….

A slave covered head to toe in shiny, seamless, black rubber now stood in front of Alice. She could not see a face, but she knew it was…Allen! He had been given breast implants just like her. She looked down and saw something that made her want to shout in terror.

His cock and balls were gone!

“Number twelve is a housemaid and nothing more.” said the Baroness “To that end, its sex organs were removed and to prevent any sexual stimulation, the prostate was removed as well.”

Alice wanted to reach out to him, but the gloves prevented her from moving her arms.

“Pity isn’t needed Alice. When Allen existed, he was a boorish, selfish, insensitive lout. Now as number twelve, it has a useful purpose; existing only to serve. It will serve the both of us, if you desire.”

Why was the Baroness showing this to her? Why do the most sadistic things to her friends, and yet make references to sharing a lifestyle? She wasn’t a lesbian! She didn’t want to be!

Yet….she didn’t understand it, there was a dark attraction to what she was seeing. Yes, Allen was everything the Baroness said he was. He should be made to feel what it’s like to give instead of take. It began to make Alice feel slightly horny seeing him covered in rubber and visualizing him made to wear a maid’s uniform.

The Baroness was strong, decisive and intelligent. She knew what she wanted, and took steps to get it. At the same time, she shared many of the same interests as Alice. These were qualities that Alice always admired…..but a sexual attraction? Alice could still not believe that she had these hidden desires.

“Of course, to make the transformation much more complete, a nice narrow waist is necessary.’ The Baroness then walked over to an electrical panel. “Into the mold number twelve.” she commanded.

The Allen/slave walked over to a framework where a half of a steel mold was attached. It backed itself into the mold. The mold was so tight that Alice could see that Allen could not fit into it. The Baroness walked over to him and with a bit of effort, pushed him into the mold. His waist collapsed into the narrow steel opening.

“Oh yes,” the Baroness added, “I also removed a few of its ribs. This allows me to make its waist as narrow as I want.”

The rubber maid took the front half of the mold and placed it over the front of the totally conditioned Allen/slave. The mold was then bolted shut.

Alice could see that the mold not only would create a radical hourglass shape, but it went from his armpits to his pubic bone as well, making it impossible to bend at the waist.

The Baroness returned to the panel and pressed a large red button. Instantly hot liquid rubber was pumped into the mold. Alice saw Allen flail his arms…the rubber must have been boiling hot!

The Baroness pressed another button and the pumps stopped. A push of another button sent cold water into the mold. After several minutes, the maid unbolted the mold and Allen was released. His waist was now maybe only 15 inches at the most. The corset helped push up the artificial breasts making them even more pronounced than before.

A uniform was brought over. It was made in one piece and had to be pulled over his head. The maid struggled with it…it was extremely thick and tight. Stiletto heel shoes and a white rubber apron and cap completed the outfit. Now, number twelve stood dressed in an all-rubber uniform before the Baroness and Alice. The Baroness had transformed Allen into a maid, just like the one standing next to her.

The Baroness could see Alice’s reaction. “Let’s go see number thirteen.”

Alice followed the Baroness back to the elevator. She was starting to get the hang of the boots, but not being able to move her hands and arms made her realize that she couldn’t run away.

They walked down the main hallway and to the back of the castle. The Baroness began to walk towards the stables.

“Number thirteen is too small for heavy work, unlike number fourteen. I also don’t need any more house slaves at this time, so I thought I’d make it something more interesting.”

As they approached one of the stalls, Alice could hear the sound of hooves against the stones. Alice liked horses and she thought that maybe Betty had been turned into a rubberized stable hand.

Then Alice realized what the Baroness meant by ‘interesting’. Now standing in front of her was Betty. Like the others, she had been covered head to toe in rubber, but unlike the others she was uniquely different.

Betty was in a gray rubber outfit that had specks of black. A long black rubber mane went from the crown of her head to the small of her back. Her feet were encased in boots that ended in hooves shod with real horseshoes. Her arms were forced against her sides except from the elbows to her wrists. These were left somewhat free, but her hands were now hooves as well.

“I have lots of room on my estate to ride, and I thought that a nice new rubberized pony slave would make a nice addition to my stables. The wrists and forearms are used for attachment to the cart. However, the hood is the best touch.”

Alice tried to avoid looking, but the collar prevented her from turning away. Betty’s head was covered in a rubber mask that gave her the appearance of a horse! A large nose and jaw had been adhered to Betty’s face. Her own ears were covered by the rubber mask, and a new, pointed set were on the top of the head. To top it off, a large rubber tail was fastened, probably by the Adhesive A, to Betty’s own tailbone; making it appear real!

“I’ve decided that calling it number thirteen is inappropriate for a pony. What do you think of ‘Rosebud’?”

Alice didn’t respond in any way. She didn’t want the Baroness to get the idea that she even approved of this. Betty was her best friend! She didn’t deserve this!

The Baroness smiled. “I’ll let you think about it for awhile. When your voice returns, you can name the pony. In fact if things work out, I’ll let you have her for your own.”

That upset Alice. She turned as best she could and began to swear at the Baroness. The pain in her throat was intense, and she only could mouth the words, but the Baroness knew what she was trying to say.

A rubber-gloved hand struck Alice’s face, and knocked her to the stones.

“That will not be tolerated by anyone, even you!” shouted the Baroness. “You will learn obedience and respect, or you will join the others…No, that would be too easy. Instead of a living, breathing slave, I’ll turn you into one of my garden statues. You’ll be placed in a mold, and thick unyielding rubber will be poured in, permanently encasing you. You’ll only have enough room to breathe, while you are forced to hear life go on around you.”

The Baroness calmed somewhat down and continued. “I’ve done it before, and if you insist on maintaining your rebellious attitude, you will pay for your insolence.”

The maid helped Alice to her feet. The Baroness looked at Alice for several seconds and then held up her hand. Alice thought that she was going to strike her again and closed her eyes.

Instead, the Baroness stroked the place where she had struck Alice. Alice looked at the Baroness, who now had tears in her eyes.

“Please, I’m sorry my darling. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want you to think I want to hurt you. But, you MUST obey.”

Alice was confused. Were these mind games the Baroness was playing? First she strikes her and threatens to turn her into a permanent statue, then she changes her attitude and treats her like a lover. Alice then realized that she had brought it upon herself. Yes, she hated what had been done to Betty, but getting the Baroness mad wasn’t going to help things, and it wasn’t going to help her.

Alice carefully walked up to the Baroness and rested her head on the Baroness’ shoulder. The Baroness hugged Alice tightly and then gave her a long forceful kiss on the mouth. Alice returned the kiss, knowing that if the Baroness was pleased with her, the better were her chances of escape. End of Part One. The Rubber Baroness Part Two

The Baroness guided Alice towards a set of large oak doors in the west wing of the castle. These were the Baroness’ sleeping quarters. Alice watched, as the Baroness opened the heavy doors with ease. What she saw caused her to shiver in fear, yet become aroused.

The rooms were covered in black rubber. Not just things like the bed sheets and curtains, but EVERYTHING! The wallpaper was thin latex sheeting. The furniture had been coated in liquid latex. The carpet under her feet was actually rubber. The smell of it entered her nostrils and gave Alice an intense, erotic sensation.

“These are our quarters, and this is our bed, my darling.” said the Baroness.

Alice knew that there was no way out of this. The Baroness was going to make her her lesbian sex slave, and if Alice resisted, she would be turned into some horrible rubber freak like her friends had been.

The Baroness guided Alice over to the foot of the bed. Then she reached up and pulled down a rubber coated manacle from the top of the bedpost. Taking Alice’s left wrist, she closed the manacle. A second manacle was snapped around Alice’s right wrist.

Similar restraints were placed on Alice’s rubberized ankles. Alice’s was now facing away from the bed. The Baroness stepped over to the nightstand . Alice could not turn her head so she was unsure of just what the Baroness was doing. She could hear the sound of a drawer being opened, and a slight clinking. The wait was only for a few minutes, but Alice knew that the Baroness had something perverted planned.

The Baroness had a remote control in her left hand, and a harness gag in her right. What Alice was frightened of the most was that the Baroness was now wearing a huge strap-on rubber dildo!

The Baroness took hold of Alice’s jaw and began to place the gag in her mouth. The gag not only had a large rubber cock for the inside of her mouth, but a much larger dildo was on the outside as well. Alice could taste the rubber as it made its way past her lips and over her tongue. She wanted to spit it out, but the Baroness kept pushing it in, until the entire length had settled in. The Baroness then pulled the straps of the gag so tight that she couldn’t even slip a finger between the straps and Alice’s skin. Alice wanted to cry out; the harness was too tight and the rubber cock was almost choking her, but the Baroness would not remove it.

The Baroness had years of experience in binding and gagging her ‘partners’, and knew just when enough was enough. Alice was being brought just to the edge, but no further. If she gave in; accepted her fate, then all would be well. But it would be weeks, maybe even months for the Baroness to be convinced that Alice was THE one. Once convinced that Alice was secured, the Baroness pointed the remote control at the bed and pressed one of its buttons. Alice could hear the sound of electric motors and soon felt the chains being pulled towards the four corners of the bedposts. Her arms and legs were forcing her into a standing spread-eagled position.

The chains kept being pulled tighter and tighter. Now Alice’s limbs were being painfully stretched and they felt as if they were going to be pulled out of her sockets.

The Baroness used her remote to stop the winches before they could tear her captive apart. Yes, she thought to herself, Alice had a wonderfully flexible body. She was perfect; from her face; down to her firm tits; all the way to that beautifully rounded ass! What would transpire now would be the first of many experiences the Baroness would introduce her to.

Alice could feel the pain in her limbs as they were so stretched so taut. But now something else was happening. She couldn’t look down because of the posture collar, but soon she felt something begin to touch her pussy. Rubber coated fingers began to probe her. The Baroness was getting her wet again. Alice tried to control herself, but the Baroness already knew just how to arouse the most frigid woman.

Then Alice felt a new sensation….Something large …..and rubber…..THE DILDO!

The Baroness quickly stood and inserted herself into Alice’s moist opening. She was now facing her and Alice could not turn herself away. All she could see was the Baroness’ face as she smiled and began to thrust her hips back and forth.

Alice closed her eyes as the Baroness continued to rape her with the large rubber cock.

“Relax my sweet. Soon you will feel just how delicious it is.” whispered the Baroness.

Alice soon felt two unique sensations: The sexual pleasure from the Baroness’ continual thrusting in and out of Alice’s now totally drenched pussy and; a probing of her anus by the Baroness’ rubber-gloved hands.

Alice opened her eyes. The Baroness was smiling at her. She placed her face closer to Alice’s and opened her mouth. She placed the external rubber dildo that was attached to the gag into it, and began a rhythmic sucking of the artificial cock. As she would thrust the strap-on into Alice, she would suck the dildo-gag as well.

Alice could no longer fight the pleasure building up inside her. She came…and came…and came! The Baroness entered her harder and deeper! Alice came again and again.

Why?… Why? Alice thought to herself.

….She came again….

Why am I letting myself enjoy this?

….She came again….

The Baroness gave once last, deep thrust and held it for several moments.

Alice came again; the largest, most intense orgasm ever!

The Baroness removed herself. She was sweating and it was clear that she also had come several times.

Alice felt drained of all her strength. The sensations she had felt were incredible!

But the Baroness was not finished yet…

She took the remote and pressed another button.

Alice could feel the chains move….she wasn’t going to pull them tighter?

The chains began to move on two separate steel tracks. The chain on Alice’s right wrist began moving to the left, towards the opposite bedpost. The left hand chain began moving right. The ankle chains also began switching positions.

“I’d suggest you turn to your right until you’re facing the other way. Otherwise you’ll end up a human pretzel.”

Alice let herself be turned around until she was facing the head of the bed. She could feel the chains stop, then begin to pull her taut again.

“You need a little loosening up.” said the Baroness. Alice didn’t have to guess twice what that meant.

Alice felt the Baroness’ fingers push inside her asshole again. This time a lubricant was used to coat the delicate opening.

The strap-on touched Alice’s as cheeks….

Then with one thrust, the Baroness impaled Alice on the thick rubber cock.

If Alice could scream, she would have let out the most blood-curdling one she could do. But she could only feel pain. Pain from her throat which had been disabled by the injection, but most of all from the assault on her ass! She had never been fucked in the ass before. She never let Allen suggest it, let alone actually do it! Now, this dyke was ramming her from behind!

Alice passed out from the pain and sheer exhaustion.

When she awoke, Alice was resting on the bed. She looked up and saw a full-length mirror on the ceiling above the bed. She tried to rise, but the collar, gloves and boots prevented her from helping herself up. She could also see something wide and thick around her waist. Thick rubber straps went from each side of the belt. She could guess that they were restraints of some kind. Since she couldn’t move her hands, she was secured to the bed.

She also noticed that she was alone, and that the gag was gone! She tried to talk, but she felt the sharp pain in her throat…no the drug was still working. She still was unable to speak.

Alice laid helpless for what seemed to her like hours. Then she heard someone enter the room. It was the maid called number eight. She walked over to the bed and undid the belt/restraint and helped Alice up.

Alice was escorted to the bathroom and number eight began to draw a bath. Alice felt a fullness in her bladder and bowels and fidgeted as the pressure began to build. The maid took Alice’s arm and pushed her gently onto the toilet. Alice was embarrassed by having to do this in front of a stranger, but decided that she had already been humiliated and raped; there was little else left to protect. Certainly not her modesty.

Alice relieved herself. As she rose, number eight began to clean her ass and privates. Well Alice thought, I can’t do it myself.

The maid then bathed Alice. The boots, gloves and collar stayed put. The Adhesive A was waterproof. Then a shampoo was liberally used on not only her head, but where any of her hair was. It had a strawberry-like smell and tingled her skin.

As Alice was being dried, she could see that the shampoo had done something to her hair. It had become slightly darker and thicker.

Alice was brought down to the breakfast table where a light meal had been prepared. As she could not use her hands to eat, number eight would spoon feed her and help her to drink her juice and coffee.

“I see that number eight is taking good care of you.” said the Baroness.

Alice looked at her. The Baroness had changed from her usual skin-tight rubber clothing into a grey jacket and skirt; like some corporate executive. In the hallway, Alice could see two suitcases.

The Baroness continued.”While I’m away, you can go anywhere within the castle and garden and within 100 meters of the outside walls. Failure to do so, will result in your being placed in solitary confinement for the duration of my trip.”

Alice was alarmed. Away? Trip? What was going on?

“I have a business to run. You don’t think that this is all that I do? I will be on a trip to London for three weeks. While I’m there you will have a chance to become accustomed to the castle routine and for you to begin your studies of rubbersex.”

The Baroness picked up a book and set it down in front of Alice. Like the furniture, it was covered in rubber. The Baroness opened up the book to the first page where Alice saw an illustration of two rubber clad women having sex with each other.

“This book will show you the techniques you will learn in order to please me. In addition, on a daily basis you will watch eight hours of videos of rubber and bondage. The servants have been scheduled to provide you with four to five hours per day of ‘hands-on’ training as well.”

She continued, ” Of course, When I return I will evaluate what you have learned. If you score well on my tests, you will begin your final phase of training.”

The Baroness then took Alice in her arms and gave her a long passionate kiss. Her tongue thrust deep into Alice’s mouth. Alice could no longer think of resisting; the Baroness had already succeeded in breaking her resolve to escape.

The Baroness was pleased with this result. With a feeling of great satisfaction, she strode towards the hallway and out the castle door to her waiting limo; leaving Alice in the care of the rubberized slaves.

Alice did not have to wait long for the next torment. number eight and another female (maybe) rubber slave took her by each arm and escorted her to the elevator. They went down to the dungeon level.

Instead of heading towards the sensory deprivation tank and the bondage table, Alice was taken in the opposite direction, to a different room.

In the middle of this room was something like a combination dentist’s chair and gynecological exam table. Alice was placed into it, and quickly secured with thick rubber straps. Her legs were pulled wide apart and also secured to the heavy metal stirrups. A harness was placed over her head and fastened to the headrest.

Now number eight took something from a tray next to the headrest. Alice tried to see what it was but of course, she was completely incapable of doing anything but move her eyes. In seconds though, she wouldn’t have that.

number eight took two pieces of rubberized adhesive bandage and taped Alice’s left eyelids open. Then the same was done to the right side. Small rubber tubes were placed just under each eye and also tapped into place.

Alice could no longer close her eyes! What was happening now?

The two rubber slaves then inserted two large vibrators into Alice’s pussy and ass. Rubber straps ensured that they could not fall out, no matter how much they worked!

Now the chair began to move. Alice was positioned in front of a large video screen. The lights in the room were turned off. Alice was in complete darkness until the screen was turned on.

On the screen was the Baroness. “Hello my slave.” she said. “In order for you to become trained in the ways of rubbersex, you must become totally immersed in it. You are to become conditioned in the techniques and practices. As a bonus, you will be given continuous sexual stimulus during these videos. By the time you are ready for ‘hands-on’ training, you’ll be ready to fuck anything.”

The Baroness’ face disappeared and the first video appeared. It was of two women bound and gagged in rubber, with a third woman dressed only in a strap-on dildo, began raping them. As the dominatrix entered the first slave, the intruder in Alice’s pussy began to vibrate. As the scene became more intense, both vibrators became more intense. Alice wanted to close her eyes, but the tape forced her to watch.

A scent of rubber would enter her nostrils. It was an intoxicating perfume, that Alice was now smelling; no longer something strange.

A timer would send water into the rubber tubes, ending in a fine mist. This prevented Alice’s eyes from drying, as she could not blink to keep them moist.

Hours passed and Alice was brought to the point of orgasm time and time again. The vibrators were synchronized with the videos, so that with each scene of extreme bondage and rubbersex, they turned on. But each time she was ready, the vibrators would stop. The Baroness was right! Alice had to have release!

Suddenly the video stopped and the room went black. Then Alice could hear the sound of something being lowered from the ceiling. The chair changed positions so that she was now flat on her back.

A spotlight was turned on and in front of Alice’s face was a black rubber device in the shape of a woman’s vagina! It lowered itself until it rested on her face.

“Eat!” came an electronic voice. Alice paused.

Then a different sensation entered Alice’s pussy and rear. Instead of a pleasant vibrator, electric shocks began to torture her.

“EAT!” came the voice and the shocks became more violent.

Alice took her tongue and placed it in the rubber pussy. The shocks stopped temporarily.

“EAT!” and Alice with a combination of fear and disgust, began to perform oral sex on the black rubber device.

“Faster.”

Alice tried to go faster, but it was difficult because her head was so confined. All she had available was her mouth, lips and tongue. But then, that was the object of this. Another series of electric shocks began torturing her until she was able to go faster.

“Deeper” …Deeper? Alice thought that it was impossible to do. However, more shocks made her realize that she had to try; no matter if she damaged her tongue permanently. The shocks had to stop!

This continued for nearly two hours. Whenever Alice succeeded in satisfying the device, the vibrators would switch on. When she failed, it was the electric shocks again.

Then the device was switched from a rubber vagina, to a large rubber cock. Alice could do nothing but open her mouth, as it pushed its way past her lips and continued until almost going down her throat!

“Suck.” said the electronic voice. Alice needed no convincing, and proceeded to work the thing in her mouth. As she sucked it and manipulated her tongue and lips on the rubber cock, artificial ‘cum’ would spray into her mouth.

“Swallow”…and Alice did. She was puzzled however. If the Baroness wanted her as a lesbian sex slave, why train her in pleasuring men?

Alice could not tell how long she had been in the room. There were more hours of videos; each one more intense, more bondage, more sex and of course, more and more rubber! Each session meant more stimulus. Now all Alice could think of was how to find a way to fuck herself the rest of the night!

Finally, after she had long gone past her ability to resist, the rubber maids released her from the chair. Alice tried to rub against them; trying to get them to let her come; but they held her at arms’ length.

She was taken to the bedroom and strapped onto the bed. number eight brought over a thick rubber helmet and pulled it over her head, covering it completely except for an opening for her mouth. She was forced to breathe through this, as her nose was covered as well.

Then number eight placed a rubber mouthpiece into the opening. Alice tried to keep her mouth closed, but the rubber maid began to stroke the now very sensitive clit. As Alice shuddered from the touch, she eased up and number eight was able to push the mouthpiece in and secure it with a locking rubber head harness.

The mouthpiece provided cool, crisp air, but that was not all. An odorless gas was mixed with the oxygen. This gas quickly caused Alice to become light-headed, and eventually she was in a deep uninterruptable sleep.

When Alice did awake, she was still in the hood and still strapped to the bed. But now she felt as if she was being squeezed on every square inch of her body. number eight removed the helmet’s blindfold and looking into the ceiling mirror, Alice could see that she was covered from head to toe in bright red latex! Not only was the rubber suit extremely tight, but Alice could feel that it was almost as thick as the gloves and boots had been…she could barely move. There were no openings save for her eyes, the mouthpiece and two rubber tubes that ended in incredibly huge plugs that had been forced into her pussy and ass!

What the most shocking thing was that Alice could also see that attached to the suit was an enormous rubber cock!

A hospital gurney was wheeled into the room and Alice was released from the bed. She could hardly even sit up, the rubber was so tight and thick! The maids and two other rubber slaves lifted Alice off of the bed and placed her on the gurney. Then it and Alice were wheeled to the elevator, and they went down to the dungeon for more rubbersex training.

Alice was confused as to what the Baroness had in mind for her. Why the dildo? Wasn’t she going to be the one getting fucked; not the other way around?

Alice was lifted from the gurney and set in front of the chair where she had previously been strapped to. The rubber slaves attached cables to the plugs…obviously they were vibrators as well. Then, number eight once again taped open Alice’s eyes so she could not prevent herself from closing them. The automatic moisteners were also reattached.

Alice stood facing the chair. ‘Why aren’t they putting me in it?’ she thought.

Out of the corner of her eye, two figures were entering the room. Alice saw another rubber slave; possibly male, and a smaller female figure. As they approached the chair Alice could see that the female was bound in a form-fitting rubber catsuit and a rubber straightjacket. A thick rubber helmet had been pulled over her head. She was trying to resist…this was not one of the Baroness’ house slaves!

The female was strapped into the chair; her legs pulled wide apart and affixed to the stirrups. The video screen was turned on again and the Baroness spoke.

“This slave has been very disobedient towards her Master, who happens to be a good friend of mine. She is to spend the next forty-eight hours in this room. You my sweet Alice, are to teach her a lesson, by fucking her long and hard.”

The Baroness continued, “This will not be a pleasurable experience for you either; at least not while you are punishing her. While you were asleep, your clitoris was injected with an anesthetic which will last for roughly the same amount of time. I do not want you experiencing sexual pleasure until I say you can.”

“The bitch!” Alice fumed. “I can’t feel anything!” In all the excitement of being in the rubber suit, Alice had not noticed the growing numbness between her legs. Now she was supposed to rape this slave and not get any pleasure out of it.

Then it struck her…pleasure from raping a slave? The Baroness was getting her to think that this was pleasure. Being bound in rubber and engaging in rubbersex with women, was now something that was now stimulating and enjoyable. Alice was taken aback…but only for a few seconds.

The awful electronic voice spoke…”Fuck!” With each second that Alice hesitated, the electric shocks entered her ass; more painful than ever.

Because the suit limited her movements, Alice had to struggle to make it to the chair. The female’s vaginal was exposed, as well as her asshole. Alice laid on top of the woman and quickly entered her. The slave felt that someone was about to rape her and futilely struggled and screamed into the thick penis gag that had been forced into her mouth.

“Slow” said the voice. Alice began a slow in and out movement. The slave struggled harder as she felt the rubber intruder begin its work. In seconds, Alice had the slave completely wet and the dildo moved much more easily.

“Deeper” came the voice. Alice pushed herself inside the slave deeper. Oh how she wanted to feel it! The slave was being brought to the edge to orgasm. Then…..

An electric spark from the dildo now emerged. The slave was now screaming in pain rather than pleasure. Alice could feel nothing, but she knew the sensation from her previous encounter in the chair. “Deeper” said the voice, and Alice pushed inside the slave as hard as she could in an attempt to insert the entire length of the dildo. Alice was feeling pleasure, but not physically. She watched the struggling rubber-bound slave as the combination of pain and pleasure took its toll.

The slave collapsed. Alice could see that the slave had fainted. number eight walked up to the chair and placed an ammonia capsule under her nose. The slave awoke with a start. The electronic voice spoke “Fuck”; and Alice began again.

Whenever Alice would tire, the shocks in her ass reminded her that there were many more hours to go. Alice was allowed rest periods of fifteen minutes every two hours. The tubes in her suit allowed her bladder and bowels to empty while she was working on the slave. She would be given water to drink during these rest periods, but nothing else.

By the end of the first day, Alice had began to understand her pleasurable feelings about what was occurring. She was bound in rubber, but she was also the one in control. The slave strapped in the chair was the one being controlled. Alice was in charge of administering pleasure and pain to the slave, who could do nothing but accept her fate.

Alice no longer needed the electric shocks to prod her on. She willing thrust the dildo inside the slave’s pussy; and then without the voice telling her, the slave’s asshole as well.

After three or four hours, Alice could begin to feel the stimulus to her clit. The Baroness didn’t numb it for the entire time! Alice started to feel more and more pleasure as she began to fuck the slave harder and harder…but never letting her come!

By the fortieth hour, the Baroness’ rubber slaves stopped Alice and began to remove the suit. Alice was happy that she had more movement, yet was sad that the tight rubber was being removed.

The image of the Baroness appeared on the screen once more. “Alice my sweet, you have done well. As a reward for your performance, you are permitted one orgasm and one only.”

Alice was fitted with another dildo, and she re-mounted the slave. However, something was different. The slave’s face could now be seen; the hood had been removed and the slave’s eyes had also been taped open; showing her that the face of her tormentor belonged to a woman.

“This slave has never had sex with a woman before.” said the Baroness “Now she is completely humiliated and understands that if her Master gives her an order, she will have to comply.”

Alice said nothing, but began working the dildo until she had the biggest and best orgasm ever! She tried to work the dildo to have another.

“Stop!” shouted the Baroness. “ONE ONLY!”

Alice couldn’t stop herself; she continued thrusting herself inside the slave.

“PUNISH HER!”

The rubber slaves pulled Alice off of the slave and removed the dildo. number eight brought over a hypo and gave Alice’s clit another injection of anesthetic. Then she was taken to a large steel ring on the floor of the room.

“This failure to obey me will be your last!”

Each of Alice’s fingers and toes were secured with rubber thongs. Each thong was secured to the ring and the rubber slaves began to pull them; stretching her digits out towards the ring.

Alice was now in an extreme spread eagled position. She could not move her fingers and toes. A rubber head harness was placed on her and it too, was secured to the ring. Nipple clamps and a clamp on her clit were attached, and rubber strapping pulled then towards the ring.

Alice could hear an electric motor and soon felt the ring being lifted off of the floor and into the air. The straps stretched, but didn’t break, as she was now in a vertical position, her weight now held by the straps and the ring.

Each of the three rubber slaves took a whip of some kind and took turns striking Alice with them. Alice wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. Even if the drug that numbed her vocal cords had worn off, a huge inflatable rubber gag was attached to the head harness and blown up until she could hardly breathe through her nose!

Twice Alice fainted from the torture, and twice she was revived and the whipping started again. She had been repeatedly struck on every uncovered inch of her body, except for her head.

After an unknown length of time, she was taken down from the ring. A thick, rubber bag was brought into the room.

The Baroness spoke again. “Obedience is expected by everyone. I am very sad that you could not accept this fact. I have hope that you will eventually accept this. Now I will have to change the structure of your training.”

Alice’s mouth was forced open and a large rubber mouthpiece and tube pushed into it. Rubber straps, covered in the Adhesive A, wrapped around her head trapping the tube in her mouth. Next, rubber plugs were glued into her nostrils. This forced her to breathe through her mouth, and thus the tube.

Earplugs were also glued, cutting off all sound. Then the rubber slaves opened the bag and forced Alice into its doll-sized opening. It was a tight squeeze, but eventually Alice was pushed through.

The bag was small, and forced Alice to assume a fetal position. It was also thick; three times the thickness of the gloves she had worn. There would be no way to puncture a way out of it. The tube was pulled through a reinforced hole in the bag.

Finally, the rubber slaves placed Adhesive A onto the tube and seams of the opening and sealed the bag. Alice was now trapped inside the rubber bag! She clawed at the sides of the bag. She tried to remove the mouthpiece and tube, but the Adhesive A was too strong.

On the bag were two reinforced rubber rings. A set of chains was lowered from the ceiling and padlocked to the rings. Then with a push of a button, the bag was hoisted in the air until it was about two feet off of the floor.

She sat quietly in the bag for several minutes, frightened at the isolation and the darkness. She had complete freedom of her limbs, but for what?

Then she felt something entering the tube. A soft mush began entering her mouth. It came in continuously and began to fill her mouth. As the tube was also supplying her with air, all she could do was swallow. From time to time, she could hold back the mush with her tongue and take a breath. However, she could not hold it back for long, as the stuff would clog the tube. The mush was totally tasteless. After swallowing what Alice had thought may have been about a quart, she was given a liquid to drink. It too, had no taste.

Then Alice began feeling a cramping in her stomach. The cramps spread to her kidneys, bladder, and bowels. She then lost control and began to relieve herself in the bag! She tried to hold it in but it was useless! After fifteen minutes, she had lost all control of her bodily functions.

Over the course of the day, Alice would be force-fed several times an hour. Mixed with the mush and water was a drug that would cause her to shit and piss almost everything she consumed. It would collect in the bag letting Alice feel it filling up; dreading the next feeding session. Of course, a concentrated nutrient was also included so that she would not starve or too severely dehydrate.

Alice was frightened to move, as her wastes would slosh around in the bag. Her fingers would accidentally touch the foul stuff, but she had no place to clean them. It disgusted her and if there had been anything left in her stomach, she would have thrown up.

The Baroness knew that this was a severe punishment, which had only just begun. Alice would be in this phase for at least four days. However, upon release from the bag in two weeks, Alice would never disobey again.

End Part Two

The Rubber Baroness Part Three

Alice sat as still as possible in the rubber bag as it slightly swayed from the ceiling. She had been trapped inside it for at least two days.

The force-feeding continued. Sleep was impossible, as the mush and liquid came through the feeding/breathing tube at all hours. She was afraid to sleep for fear that she could choke to death. The drug continued its work; her bowels and bladder emptying without her ability to control them.

The bag was filling up. She could feel that her wastes were now only inches from her waist. The darkness and silence in the bag only made the situation more unbearable. How much longer? Does the Baroness intend for the bag to fill completely? Alice shuddered at the thought of being entirely surrounded by shit and piss; she could almost feel it now.

More mush entered the tube. This time it was nearly half a gallon. Alice wished that she had obeyed the Baroness and just come once and not try for another! The stirring in her bowels was now a familiar one, as the mush was passing through her rapidly. Alice knew that if the Baroness released her, the next punishment would be her last!

Alice felt someone touching the rubber bag. Was she being released?

Something was now on the underside of the bag. Alice waited as she could feel that cutting into the bag. FREEDOM!

But that was not to be. The rubber slaves had cut only a small opening for a new tube. The tube was hooked to a pump that began to extract the wastes in the bag. The bag emptied quickly. Then hot water was pumped into the bag. Alice could feel that the water was very hot; hotter than any shower.

The water filled the bag completely. Alice felt like she was being boiled alive! Then the water was pumped out and a disinfectant sprayed inside to kill any remaining germs.

The water had nearly burned her; it was so hot. Alice winched from the pain. Then something else began to enter the bag. Not ice water, Alice hoped.

The liquid was thick and heavy. Alice could feel that it was even a little sticky. What was it? Then it was clear to her what it was….liquid rubber!

In minutes Alice was engulfed in a womb of rubber. The liquid rubber’s thickness made it difficult for Alice to move. The weight of the liquid rubber and Alice brought the bag only inches from the floor. Alice was trying to breathe but the constriction on her chest forced her to take short breaths only.

The rubber was warm and the room was well heated. Alice tried to stay quiet and calm, as she began to drift to sleep; the first real sleep she had in a long time. She curled up as best she could; a rubber fetus in a rubber womb.

She began to dream …of the Baroness….but mostly of rubber.

Rubber dresses…rubber catsuits…rubber ponies…and lots of rubber bondage.

She dreamt of being stretched onto a rubber kite and flown high over the castle.

She imagined being mummified in strips of rubber.

Bound in a rubber catsuit and hood, and strapped onto a motorcycle, while her Mistress rode it through the countryside.

She even wanted to be coated in rubber and become glued to one of the doors to the Baroness’ bedroom.

(Little did she know but almost all of these dreams would become reality.)

She was no longer given the continuous feedings of mush and liquid. In fact, the last thing that went through the tubes was a thick, slimy liquid. It filled her stomach, and hardened. This substance was a very special nutrient. It was so concentrated, that Alice could live for nearly a month without eating. Her stomach acids would slowly dissolve it; leaving no waste, but keeping her alive.

It had been nearly four weeks that Alice was in her rubber womb. She drifted in and out of consciousness, not because of any drug, but because the bag and liquid rubber were so comfortable and safe.

Suddenly Alice felt something moving the bag. In seconds, a sharp object had cut a long slit along the bottom of the bag. The liquid rubber emptied out, and Alice felt her ankles being seized. Then she was pulled out through the opening.

No! she thought. She had been so accustomed to the bag that she was afraid to leave it.

She was completely coated in the liquid rubber as two of the rubber slaves held her upside down by her ankles. The breathing tube was removed and number eight gave Alice a swat on her rear. Alice cried out…the first noise she was able to utter in weeks!

The Baroness smiled as Alice squirmed on the floor. She was weak from her not being able to use her muscles for so long, and from hunger. The nutrient had only kept her alive, not giving her strength to fight.

“You have been reborn, my beautiful rubber baby.” said the Baroness as the rubber slaves began to clean the remaining liquid latex off Alice. Alice shivered from being cold; the room was warm, but the rubber womb had been warmer.

Alice was lifted up onto the gurney. A rubber diaper was placed around her and a rubber sheet wrapped tightly around her body. Rubber straps were buckled closed, ensuring that the sheet stayed on her, and she could not escape. She was taken to a room next to the Baroness’ quarters. The room was made up as a nursery; like the Baroness’ bedroom everything was made or coated in rubber. Alice was taken from the gurney and placed into a rubber-coated crib.

A baby bottle was placed in her mouth. Although Alice had regained some of her senses, she was VERY hungry, and so gladly let the rubber nipple go past her lips. She sucked on it, allowing some sort of formula to flow. The formula was tasty and Alice sucked on the nipple as long and as hard as she could.

Over the next few days, Alice was regaining her strength. The Baroness changed the way Alice was fed. The bottle had been replaced with large artificial breasts that had been strapped to number twelve. In order to eat, Alice would have to ‘breast feed’. Alice didn’t care. All she wanted was to eat. She couldn’t get enough of the formula, and would cry when the breasts were removed and she was burped.

This was no coincidence. A side effect of the nutrient was that it was addictive. This meant that the longer Alice was fed this way, the stronger her dependence on it. The Baroness’ plans called for the gradual reduction in potency of the nutrient, so that Alice would be eventually weaned from it and accept regular food.

Alice had not been released from the rubber sheet and straps, except the lower half, in order to change her diaper. She still had ‘accidents’ from eating the large amounts of nutrient/formula. Still, she was gaining weight: A small amount of ‘baby fat’ had developed on her. (The Baroness also planned for a physical training program to take care of that.)

On the tenth day, the ‘breasts’ were alternated with large rubber cocks. Alice had wanted to resist, but she knew that the Baroness would prevail eventually.

Another week passed. Alice wanted to talk, to beg the Baroness for mercy, but she couldn’t find the words. Each time the Baroness entered the room, Alice wanted to speak to her. Maybe it was fear that kept her from saying anything. All she could do was to look at her and manage a weak smile; hoping that the Baroness would release her.

Three more days passed and Alice was freed from the rubber sheet. She breathed a sigh of relief. She tried to get up and walk, but her muscles could only allow her to crawl around for short periods. Eventually, she would be able to stand and walk on her own.

The Baroness was certain that Alice was ready for the next step. Yes, the incident with the female slave was a setback, but she could now see in Alice’s eyes the look of total submissiveness; total dependence. There was one more thing that needed to be done. Alice had to be reminded of her place in this house.

Alice had just finished eating a large bowl of oatmeal. Although she was now able to feed herself, her coordination was still not fully recovered. Large globs of the cereal were on her face from her missing her mouth with the spoon. The Baroness took a warm washcloth and wiped Alice’s face clean.

“Thank you Mistress’, she said.

“I am not quite though yet.” replied the Baroness.

Alice now saw that the Baroness had a HUGE hypodermic in her hand.

“Please Mistress…”

“SHUT UP!” retorted the Baroness. The rubber slaves held Alice down as the hypo was brought closer to Alice’s left breast. Alice closed her eyes, waiting for the pain.

Instead of impaling the needle into her breast, the Baroness lifted it up until she could see the valve of the implant. Alice had forgotten about them.

The Baroness inserted the needle and injected the contents of the hypo into the implant. Alice could feel the implant getting bigger.

The Baroness did the same with Alice’s right implant. She wanted to make sure that both implants had the same proportions. Instead of finishing, the Baroness filled the hypo and repeated the injections into Alice’s implants. Then she did it again.

Alice felt the pressure of the enlarged implants. It was starting to hurt!

The Baroness continued the injections until Alice had obtained a 48 DD sized bust!

“You like?” said the Baroness.

“Please Mistress, they hurt!” cried Alice

“They’re quite permanent, so get used to them. If you ever dare to disobey me, I’ll do this again and double the size. You are mine to do with as I please!”

Tears ran down Alice’s cheeks. The implants were going to stay!

“Yes Mistress” replied Alice, no longer surprised at her own words. The Baroness had broken her! She was her slave!

The Baroness could barely contain herself. It took such a short time to accomplish! Now Alice would learn the delights of being a sex slave. There would be many days and nights of rubbersex pleasure for the both of them.

She reached out her hand to Alice.

“Come with me. I want to introduce you to my friends. We are having a party in your honor.”

Alice gingerly raised her hand; her Mistress taking it forcefully, yet with a certain gentleness as well.

“I love you, Alice.”

Then the words that justified all the pain; all the work; were spoken.

“I love you, Mistress.”

Surgical Scrub

Karen walked confidently into the locker room. She’d been an O. R. nurse now for about five years, and she still thought it was the best part of the whole nursing profession. Ever since her very first time in the O. R. as a nurse, though, she’d noticed a certain, well, strangeness, about the way it made her feel. Worse, in the last year since she started the anesthesiology track at the university, that feeling had become stronger. She contemplated this some more as she grabbed a set of scrubs and sat down in front of her locker and began removing her street clothes. She kicked off her loafers and began wriggling out of her jeans. As she pulled on her scrub pants, she wondered if any of the other nurses with whom she’d ever worked felt the same way. Well, there’d been at least one, she was fairly certain.

She thought back to that very first time in the O.R. She had been working on her RN degree, holding down a full-time job, and trying to keep her head above water through it all. Tired and sore, she had not exactly looked forward to being on her feet for several more hours after work, and in truth she was rather dreading it, what with all the mystique surrounding the operating room. And then there were the rumors about one of the O.R. nurses…

But it was required, and it was available now after one of the other students had taken sick at the last moment. No time even to think about it, really.

She’d sat through the requisite seminars on asepsis and didn’t think much more about the whole scene. The department figured that the best training was on-the-job training, and after three more BORING seminars on sterilization and post-op infections and whatever else, she was ready. But nothing had prepared her for the woman who met her as she walked into the scrub room that first time…

She walked into the locker room, not really certain of where she was going and certainly not of what to expect or what she should do. Lost, almost?

“May I help you?” a woman’s voice asked authoritatively, as though she really were not supposed to be there. Karen turned to see the speaker, a tall, athletic-looking woman in green scrubs and a cap. A mask hung untied under her chin. Karen felt immediately intimidated.

“Uh, yeah,” she began. “My name’s Karen Fl-” “Yes, you’re here in Emily’s place. She gave Karen a hard stare, as though she were looking at something disagreeable. “Right, then,” she continued. “Scrub clothes are here on this shelf and caps and masks there as you go into the scrub room. Get dressed; Maggie will be out in a moment to help you.” With that she turned and was gone.

Karen shook her head, trying to clear the memory. She unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor. She happened to glance in the mirror at the end of the row of lockers and gazed absently at her reflection. Clad now just in green surgical pants and her bra, she looked over herself. The past couple years of aerobics and karate were really toning up her body, she observed as she turned from side to side to get a good look at herself. Her breasts didn’t sag at all, even without a bra. Unconsciously she stood even straighter and thrust her chest out slightly. Instantly she felt her nipples harden, and she was suddenly acutely aware of where she was. A tinge of redness crept into her face. She turned from her image in the mirror and picked up her scrub top, slipping it over her head and tucking it into her pants. “Why does this have to happen NOW?” she wondered as she pulled the drawstring tight and tied it.

She was a registered nurse, and this was another day at work. Doing something she really liked, really, but nothing more. She picked up her street clothes and hung them in her locker, then headed for the scrub room. At the door she picked up a pair of shoe covers. As she bent to slip them on, she felt the fabric of her top stretch across her breasts, further compressing her already-hard nipples. She tried to ignore it as she tucked her short-cropped hair up into a cap, but it was no use. She reached for a mask, and felt butterflies in her stomach as she stretched the bottom edge snugly under her chin and tied it high on her head. The memory came flooding back.

The word “Dominatrix” or “Mistress” sprang suddenly to her mind. But now she was gone, leaving Karen in the charge of an older nurse, probably in her 50s. Karen suddenly didn’t want to be there, but it was too late now. The nurse handed her a cap, with instructions to be sure to get all her hair under it. “There we are. That’s good,” she said. “Now turn around for me.

“This is the mask, dear,” she explained, as she tied the mask tightly over Karen’s face. The mask drew tightly over her nose and mouth and a shiver went down her spine, clear to her tailbone. The nurse’s fingers lightly brushed the back of her neck as she finished tying it.

“We mustn’t spread our germs about, you know.”

Oh, how she had hated that.

“Very nice, dear. I’ll put mine on, then we’ll need to get you scrubbed.” She quickly tied on her own mask, and then, “Step to the sink for me, please.” She began lecturing about the importance of a good surgical scrub, and Karen soon found herself in orange soap suds practically up to her armpits. Karen began to drift, enjoying the sensation. But something seemed a little odd about it, the way the other nurse’s hands were all over her own, gently scrubbing, squeezing, caressing… Inexplicably, Karen felt herself growing more and more aroused. The feeling grew as they finished up and dried their hands.

Again she shook her head. She finished tying her mask, and stepped into the scrub room. Soon she finished and turned off the water with her elbow, then looked around for the scrub nurse. The room was empty. She turned toward the window into the O.R., and caught her own reflection in the glass. Masked and a cap, her hands up in front of her still dripping, the eyes in the glass stared back at her above that mask. Her thoughts were turning to that first time again when suddenly the door to the O.R. opened. Another nurse came in, gowned and gloved.

“Hi, Karen,” a familiar voice said. It was her roommate, Jenny.

“Hi, Jenn. Seen the scrub nurse?” Almost as an afterthought, she added, “What’re you doing here, anyway?” Jenny worked the pediatric ward.

“Oh, a little girl from my floor went in earlier, and she really wanted me there with her. Pretty scared,” she explained. “Liz is still in there,” she said of the scrub nurse. “You’re kind of early, aren’t you?”

“A little. Couldn’t sleep. Hey, could you help me finish up here?”

“Sure. Gown & gloves?”

Karen merely nodded, and watched as Jenny took out a gown and unfolded it for her. She held the gown for Karen as she thrust her arms into the sleeves. Suddenly she found herself fighting off a strong urge to wrap her arms around Jenny and… And what?!? Get a grip woman, Karen demanded of herself. The gown on, she turned around for Jenny to tie it.

Jenny took a package of gloves and ripped it open. Karen held her hands out as Jenny slipped first one, then the other, expertly over her outstretched hands. The Memory was coming back.

“Uh, Jenn?” Karen began as Jenny finished with her gloves. She felt like a fool, or an outcast, maybe a freak. She struggled to keep her voice even. “Will you be home tonight?”

“Yeah. You okay?” Jenny sounded concerned as she began removing her own gloves.

“I’m fine. I just need to… I mean, I’ve been…” Shit, Karen thought. “I don’t know. Just talk, I guess.” The last part she blurted out, as though it were a relief to be done with it.

“Okay,” Jenny answered. “I’ll be back by the time you get there.” She looked with some concern at her good friend. “Anything in particular?”

Karen rallied herself. This can wait, she ordered herself. “No. See you tonight.” She grinned behind her mask at Jenny. Nice friend, she thought to herself, and backed through the O.R. door, her gloved hands in the air in front of her.

“Gloves, now, hold your hands up for me… There. Don’t touch anything now; remember sterile to sterile and you’ll be just fine….” They entered the O.R, and Karen felt her heart going a mile a minute.

Maggie gave her a brief tour, but soon they began setting up. Then the patient was wheeled in by a couple of orderlies. Maggie droned on about sterile fields and what not, and draped the patient and scrubbed the area while talking.

Karen watched the anesthetist (a woman) put him under – the way she held the mask, tilted his head back. She felt as though she were in a trance, and she could feel her pussy getting damp. He’s completely in your power now, isn’t he, thought Karen.

And she was horny now, and couldn’t even TOUCH her crotch or tits. She felt her nipples hardenÖOh, how badly she wanted to touch, pinch, them. She looked at her hands, encased in the latex surgical gloves. What would it feel like to masturbate with these on? she thought fleetingly. The sudden intimacy and the clearness of the thought shocked her back into reality.

Half an hour later everyone was in place and ready. Karen took a deep breath. She knew what was coming as she walked over to the table, and she looked forward to it with a perverse sort of fascination. She took her seat on the stool at the patient’s head. She looked at her, an athletic young woman in her twenties, in for a knee operation because of an accident. Her name was Angie.

“How’re you doing?” Karen asked in a voice no one else could hear.

“Nervous,” was all she could manage.

“I know,” she began. “Just about everyone is, but you’re in good hands.” She picked up the anesthesia mask and shifted slightly on her stool as her pussy contracted involuntarily. “I’ll take good care of you.”

She tilted the woman’s head back and placed the mask firmly over her nose and mouth. “Just relax now and take some deep breaths for me.”

Angie looked up into Karen’s masked face and closed her eyes.

“Here we go, Angie,” Karen whispered, lightly caressing the woman’s cheek. Karen pressed the valve on the mask, flooding Angie’s lungs with the power anesthetic.

And so it went, and very soon Karen shifted into her professional mindset, banishing entirely all the sexual connotations she’d brought to her vocation over the last several years.

* * *

Maggie and The Mistress and Karen were the last ones left. Karen went to the locker room to change. She thought she’d forgotten something, and went back to the O.R. She paused at the door, and peered through the window. What she saw stopped her in her tracks.

There was Maggie on the table, an anesthesia mask strapped onto her face with the hoses dangling free, and her gown and scrub dress up over her hips. Her legs were up in the stirrups, and The Mistress, still masked & gloved, sat on a stool, her face buried in Maggie’s crotch. Maggie had both hands on the back of the Mistress’s head, and was writhing around in obvious pleasure.

Karen furtively watched the scene for a bit, getting hornier and HORNIER and HORNIER. She reached up to touch her mask, then pinched her nipples, and came. Hard. Slowly she calmed down, and then, feeling foolish and embarrassed, and a little like an intruder, she went quickly back to the locker room to change. She left the hospital immediately, now and forever unable to forget the scene she’d just witnessed in the O.R.

That scene haunted her for weeks, and the more she thought about it the more it aroused her. Soon she found herself spending more and more time in and around the O.R., hoping to catch another glimpse of Maggie and The Mistress doing their own special “procedure.” She never did, and later Maggie, and then the Mistress, moved away to other jobs at different hospitals.

Karen, however, was touched forever. She knew that the O.R. was the place for her, but she felt a little odd about one of the main reasons. She would frequently lie in bed at night after a session in the O.R., with visions of masks and gloves and “operating” on her “patient” going through her mind as she masturbated to a tremendous, gut-wrenching, thrashing orgasm.

She came out of the O.R. one afternoon toward the end of her final semester feeling hornier than she ever had. She looked at her hands, still clad in the rubber surgical gloves, the long cuffs pulled tightly up over the sleeves of her gown. All at once she remembered her first time in the O.R., and how the clarity of the thought of masturbating with the gloves on had hit her. Karen felt as though she were in a dream as she reached up to untie her mask. I’ve never tried it dressed out like this before, she thought, and in her heart she knew that prepping for surgery would never be the same again. She quickly changed and gathered up a few items from the supply room, then headed home.

Her heart was in her throat as she stepped in the front door and locked and bolted it. After a quick check to confirm her roommate’s absence for the rest of the day, she headed for her bedroom.

With the addition of some items from the bathroom, she carefully laid out all the items from the hospital; everything was ready. She felt a bit giddy as she began to strip down to her bra and pantyhose; the anticipation was palpable. Opening her closet, she chose her green scrub dress – easier access, she told herself. She slipped the dress on and tied it snuggly about her waist and neck , then reached for the O.R. clogs her older sister, also a nurse, had given her for her birthday. She slipped her feet into them and turned to the full-length mirror. She always had been pleased with her body, she thought as she studied herself. As if in a trance she raised her hands to her full breasts and cupped them, squeezing them gently. The wetness in her crotch was definitely building. You’re a hot one, aren’t you girl, she silently told her reflection in the glass. She watched herself reach for the shoe covers and slip them on, and then pick up the cap. For the second time that day she went through the process of carefully tucking every wisp of hair under the cap. At last, her heart thudding in her chest, she picked up the mask.

Karen vividly remembered Maggie tying her mask in place for her that first time as she turned the mask over in her slender hands, feeling the material and enjoying the anticipation of what was to come. “We mustn’t spread our germs about, you know.”

Bitch, Karen said to herself now. We also mustn’t have an orgasm unless we’re masked, either, mustn’t we, she thought. Her hands trembled as she raised the mask to her face. Slowly and deliberately she stretched the bottom edge under her chin and tied the strings tight on top of her head. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she raised it up over her nose and tied the other pair of strings behind her head. A strong shiver shook her body as she pressed the metal strip down over her nose.

Masked now, she studied her reflection in the mirror. Again she cupped her breasts, and drew her breath in sharply at the sudden rush of pleasure. She both saw and felt her mask flatten against her face, and she knew she’d passed the point of no return: prepping for surgery would definitely never be the same again.

The gown was next. As she put it on and wrapped it around her shoulders and back, she wished she had someone to tie it for her, but… But what? she wondered. She let the thought go and tied the gown.

Now the gloves, she thought as she ripped open the sterile package. She held the open package to her face, deeply inhaling the aroma of latex through her mask. Her nipples were rock-hard, and tightened further at the smell of the gloves. She took the first one, thrust her hand into it and stretched the long cuff up over the sleeve of her gown. Then the other one, and she was done.

This is it now, girl, she thought as she watched herself in the mirror, holding her gloved hands up in front of her just like in the O.R. She positioned a chair and footstool to face the mirror, and raised her gown and scrub dress as she slowly sat down. Her hands went to the inside of her thighs as she spread her legs. The crotch of her pantyhose was thoroughly soaked, and the wetness had begun to spread down her legs. Delicious, Karen thought as she caressed her legs. She rubbed her swollen lips through the nylon, loving the feeling of the fabric moving against them. Her knees trembled at the touch; her whole body ached for the powerful, flooding release of orgasm.

She reached for the sterile prep tray and opened it, placing it on the table beside her. She placed her feet on the footstool and selected a scalpel from the tray. With this she deftly cut away the entire crotch of her pantyhose, completely exposing her pubic area and the uppermost part of her legs. She ran her fingers through the soft curls until she reached the smooth hood of her clitoris. Her heart pounded in her chest as she gently rubbed her gloved fingers over her clit. She lowered her other hand to the opening of her aching vagina. She spread her legs wide to allow herself an unobstructed view in the mirror as she slowly and deliberately penetrated herself. She had never been this horny before, she realized, and the thought distracted her for a moment. She got her breath and calmed down a little, then removed her hands from her pussy.

Turning to the prep tray again, she took the razor and a can of shaving lotion. She made quick work of removing every last bit of hair from her pubic area until she was as smooth and clean as a little girl. She finished cleaning herself up and looked in the mirror again. We’re ready to begin now, she said to the masked woman in the mirror.

She raised her hands to her breasts and cupped them again, squeezing them harder this time. Oh, how long she had wanted to do this. She brought one hand to her breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples roughly. She leaned back into the chair and spread her legs wide again, completely exposing her newly-bare pussy.

Both hands moved as if of their own volition to the glistening opening of her vagina. With three fingers she began vigorously rubbing her clitoris, while the other hand moved over her cunt, spreading the slippery wetness everywhere. With each stroke she thrust her hips against her hand; her clitoris tingled and burned with pleasure. She felt her orgasm building deep within her, rising and swelling as she rapidly reached the point of no return. She switched to hard, fast up and down motions on her clit, and roughly plunged her fingers deep into her vagina.

She looked into her masked face in the mirror, and gasped. As the mask flattened against her face again, the orgasm flooded over her.

A shudder wracked her whole body as her cunt clutched desperately at the invading fingers. She groaned deeply, feeling the tremendous tightening of her whole body as the force of the orgasm overpowered her. Her legs collapsed, leaving her slumped down in the chair, convulsing with pleasure as the contractions that had started deep in her being spread rapidly to her vagina. Her cunt continued to contract in violent jerks which slowly gave way to constant trembling as the orgasm waned. Why, it’s fibrillating, Karen thought to herself, and smiled through the silken veil of pleasure. She remained in her chair, totally relaxed, and took a few slow, deep breaths.

After a few minutes she stood up, albeit slowly and unsteadily. She smoothed down her dress and gown, and took a good look at herself. Good news, she thought: the operation was a success. Slowly she peeled off her gloves, inhaling the aroma of her juices mingled with the latex. Someday, she knew, she would have to fuck like this. And maybe it’d be her very first time. A surgical procedure to lose my cherry, she thought as she reached up to untie her mask. But already she was looking forward to her next “solo” procedure.

The red bag… a good ol’ friend.

Over the years I have amassed a rather large collection of enema bags and nozzles. I’ve got my favorites, and a few that I really don’t care for. Today when going through that collection to clean some bags, shine some of the latex bags, and to check some of my inflatable nozzles I discovered one of my first bags ever in the bottom of my enema drawer. There is was…the red bag I had purchased at Walgreen’s almost 10 years ago. I remember it fondly for many reasons. For one, I was 18 and had just moved out on my own to go to college. It was my first purchase that I never had to worry about my parents finding, questioning, etc… And the second reason being that the internet was still somewhat new at the time. I had been thinking, reading, and chatting so much about medical fetishes and it was something that still felt so foreign to me. Buying that bag and my first bag of diapers was something I just HAD to do that day.

Well, this morning when I found the red bag at the bottom of the pile, it just called to me. For some reason I had to use that bag this morning. There is lay…just as I had last used it with the douche nozzle connected to the cheap vinyl tubing. I prepared a nice solution of coffee for this morning’s enema. Not too strong, certainly I’d have made it stronger if taking it orally. I was just looking for a nice relaxing cleansing enema. As I filled the bag it made that sweet sound of the water filling it that I remember from years ago. I sealed the top and purged any air from the tube before shutting off the plastic clamp. I took the bag to my playroom and hung it on an IV pole. I began to sit down in my gyn chair and could picture myself sitting there with the knees in the stirrups, and it donned on me…this bag was meant to be used in a simple manner, as I had done years ago. I wheeled the IV pole across my small hallway to my bedroom and set it right next to the bed. As I laid down I took a small amount of lubricant on a gloved finger and made sure I would have no problems inserting the sometimes awkward douche nozzle. With the nozzle in place I release the clamp and feel the still hot solution in place. For some reason I am captivated by the side of the bag…staring at it as it gets thinner and thinner, until finally…Its collapsed onto itself. I lay here for a few moments imagining my girlfriend at the time, helping me out of bed, following me to the bathroom, with the red bag in tow. She’d have me sit all the while she was holding the bag in her hand with the little white plastic hook.

While we all have tried increasing volumes, bigger bags, longer tubes, etc…let’s not forget that old friend, the red bag…after all, its what got us started.

A home treatment…

This was put together by me and a friend of mine several years ago. Very crude and primitive….unless the imagination tells us otherwise.

1. Patient is to remove all clothing and don the exam gown.
2. Patient is laid on bed
3. Basic restraints only are to be used at this point. This includes waist and wrists only.
4. Patient can be using oxygen/anesthesia masks as required or desired by nurse.
5. Patient can be covered while nurse(s) prepare themselves.
6. The patient can be blindfolded depending on the nurse’s requirements.
7. Nurse is to prepare with gown, cap, and gloves. Mask can be left untied at this point. Scrubs are recommended under the surgical gown.
8. Nurse should prepare enema equipment.
9. The first enema prepared should be a small bulb-type enema with a very potent solution. Mineral can be used as can s high concentration of soap and water.
10. The second enema to be prepared is a simple bag with a moderate solution of soap and water.
11. The third enema to be prepared is a large bag of straight water.
12. All enemas should be extremely warm, just under the level of burning the skin.
13. Bags can be left in bathroom while preliminary exam is completed
14. Patient needs basic vitals taken…listen to heart, check blood pressure, take pulse, etc…
15. Basic rectal exam should be done at this point.
16. After rectal exam patient is to be released from bed.
17. Patient should be handcuffed
18. The blindfold should be removed from the patient.
19. Patient is taken into bathroom where first enema is to be given
20. Nurse must be masked at this point. Can don second pair of gloves if so desired.
21. The bulb syringe is inserted in the patient while standing.
22. Solution should be administered as rapidly as possible.
23. Bulb should be removed from patient’s rectum to allow him to retain the solution comfortably.
24. After approximately 5-10 minutes, the patient should be seated on the toilet to allow him to evacuate the enema solution.
25. Once the patient is complete the nurse will lead him back to the bed. He is to be restrained face-down. Both ankle and wrist restraints must be used.
26. The second enema bag is hung beside the bed.
27. The inflatable nozzle is placed in patient’s rectum. Bulb is inflated and tugged on several times to ensure it is in place.
28. The inflated bulb must be left inside the patient while he is restrained.
29. Once patient has held the solution for an adequate amount of time the nurse can release his wrists and ankles, and lead him to the bathroom after securing his hands.
30. Once the patient is comfortably seated the Nurse will deflate the bulb and remove it from patient’s rectum. Patient will be allowed several minutes to release.
31. Patient is to be escorted back to the bed where he is restrained on his belly. Handcuffs can be left in place if Nurse desires to do so but must be combined with ankle and waist restraints.
32. Nurse inserts enema nozzle again. The bulb is inflated and again tugged on several times to ensure it is properly in place.
33. The enema bag is filled with the solution of hot water.
34. The enema is administered with the flow going in very slowly.
35. If Nurse desires, patient can be prevented from watching the bag empty by use of a blindfold.
36. Once again, patient should be wearing oxygen/anesthesia masks as Nurse desires. A variation of this would be for Nurse to place gag on patient.
37. Once enema is finished, patient is to be left on bed for several minutes to hold the enema.
38. Once this has been completed, the patient is assisted from the bed and led to the bathroom.
39. Patient is seated on toilet.
40. At this point the Nurse is to deflate the nozzle and allow the patient to release all of the enema solution. Gag and blindfold, if used, should be left in place throughout.
41. Once patient has satisfactorily release he should be led back to the bed.
42. Before being restrained again the patient should be laid across the nurse’s lap and spanked to ensure understanding of what has just taken place. This spanking period can be as long or as brief as the nurses desires.
43. He is to be laid down on his back and fully restrained. This would include ankles, thighs, waist, chest, head, arms, and wrists.
44. At this point a sperm sample should be taken. This can be done by the gloved hand of the nurse or with electro ejaculation if using TENS equipment.
45. Once a patient has had a satisfactory sperm sample taken he should be left to rest. A patient that has just completed this type of treatment tends to get very unruly, asking for restraints to be removed, etc… This should be done under NO circumstances.
46. The patient will have a Foley cath put into place connected to the appropriate collection bag. The Foley can be left clamped shut should the nurse desire. A rectal Foley must be administered if the nurse has one available.
47. Nurse should diaper the patient and use the appropriate plastic pants over top to assure dryness if the patient should wet. Disposable diapers are to be used at all times on patient when not undergoing treatment.
48. If a TENS unit is available it will be hooked to the patient in strategic areas before leaving him to rest.
49. If she so desires the Nurse can leave the blindfold and gag in place however the patients are sometimes comforted by watching the nurse remove her protective gear.
50. The patient must have the vitals taken again at this time. They will be recorded by the nurses and must be taken every hour while the patient is restrained.
51. It is recommended the patient be wearing the anesthesia mask for this rest period. An resuscitation bag and mask can be used if the nurses desires to be in control of the patient’s breathing.
52. The patient is to be left diapered by the nurse for the duration of her overseeing his care. The Foley can be removed after several hours of bed immobilization.

Gas Story

Several years ago while living Overseas, I met a woman many years my senior. I’ll call her Anna. She was a plain but not unattractive woman, with dark eyes and thick black hair. We hit it off immediately. It was several weeks into our relationship when she decided to invite me for one of her home-cooked Italian meals. Flattered, I eagerly counted the days off for the big night. Finally, the soiree was at hand. I got in my car, arriving at Anna’s house in no time flat. I rushed up the three flights of stairs in no time, knocked at her door and waited for a response. In a few seconds she opened the door with a warm smile and a glass of red wine. We kissed and I took the proffered wine. “Come on in, and make yourself comfortable.”, she says, turning back toward the living room. We sit in the living room and sip on our wine, exchanged the usual preliminary pleasantries. “Nice place you’ve got here.”, I say, absorbing the furnishing and decor of the apartment. “Yeah, it’s not bad for a lonely divorcee I guess.”, she says curtly. The minutes pass as do the glasses of wine. Feeling relaxed, and less inhibited, I get up and casually walk over to a rather large bookcase I admired. “I got that from my settlement.”, she giggled. Barely taking notice of her words, I begin to pore over the titles of her books. “I’ll go and tend to dinner and leave you to your books”. With Anna busying herself with dinner, I am left standing in front of the bookcase. Sipping my wine, I begin looking over an assortment of books. However, one book catches my eye. The book reads, “General Anesthesiology-Praxis”. “Hum, what could a woman want with a book like this?”, I think to myself. I take the book off the shelf, open it and begin thumbing through it. I quickly find a diagram and picture section in the middle — the usual banal stuff, typical for a medical textbook: “intubated” patients, their eyes taped shut, a few high tech looking contraptions — nothing very interesting. I turn the page. It is altogether different. This page is much more interesting, a veritable “anesthesia fetishist’s” visual feast. One picture frame I find to be of great interest. The picture frame shows a shiny black mask held over the nose and mouth of what appears to be a young looking female. Her eyes are open, but there is a vacant look to them. The photograph shows the eyes of a young woman drunk with gas. I scrutinize the young woman’s image, her eyes intrigue me. …The eyes, drunk with anesthesia, heavy eyes in the last moments before going under. Unfocused and totally surrendering…. I too had once been on the receiving end of the anesthesiologist’s mask. At the time I was only 11 years old and undergoing a tonsillectomy. I still remember an unidentifiable female lowering a black mask upon me, instructing me to count backwards as she stroked my quivering cheek… then the darkness of forced sleep. The memory of that nurse stroking my cheek and firmly but gently anesthetizing me, although in a sense frightening, nevertheless filled me with a obsession to be gassed again. “Want another glass of wine hon?” Anna returns to check up on me, her words startle me out of my reverie. “Ugh, yeah, sure.” I say hoarsely, replacing the book to its rightful spot. She fills my glass and we both return to the soft couch. “Its funny, but I’ve never asked you what you do.” I say coyly, feigning total ignorance. “You never asked. I’m an anesthesiology nurse. I work at the 306th military hospital.”, she answers back demurely. “Oh, that must be interesting.” I reply, trying to sound disinterested. “Yeah, I’ve been in the field of anesthesiology for some ten years now, and five years before that, I was an intensive care specialist. But, anesthesiology is the most rewarding.”

We have both already finished our third glass of wine when I ask her about the kinds of reactions she gets from patients in the OR. No longer feeling coy from the wine, I now have the insatiable urge to hear how an anesthesiologist really “works their patients”. “What do you mean, reactions?”, she asks, smiling quizzically. “You know, do some patients become violent or terrified?”, I retort, prodding Anna for tantalizing story. “No, they’re usually somewhat sedated, so by the time I apply oxygen to further relax the patient, its lights out baby.” I looked at her hands as she continued to talk. Her words became an unintelligible buzz as I fixate on her hands. I imagine her soft hand caressing my check as the other gently but firmly applies a smooth black mask, her face looking down at me as she shamelessly puts me under. A couple of weeks had passed when I receive a call from Anna. She tells me she’ll be late getting off work late tonight. I would like it if you come to the hospital at the end of my shift. “You can come over, I’ll shower, and we can get a bite to eat somewhere”, she says matter-of-factly. It takes me about ten minutes to drive my car to the large military hospital. I park my car in the nearly empty visitor’s parking lot, and head toward the main entrance. I follow Anna’s directions for getting to her office, winding through color-coded corridors. I arrive at her office and notice a note marked “come in John”. I come in and seat myself next to her book and paper cluttered desk. Several minutes pass, and I find my eyes roving her desk. There are many official looking forms. I hesitate at first, but overwhelming curiosity wins over. I pick up one of the forms and peruse it.

…’23 year old female patient, nasal reconstruction. Anxious… 5mg Ruphypnol preoperative…Induction smooth’.

I again imagine smooth latex covered hands steadying the patient’s head, finally resting on the young woman’s cheek. The other gently but firmly places the thick latex mask firmly over the nose and mouth, the gas bag inflating … Again, my revelry is cut short by Anna’s unannounced entrance. I fumble with the paper, but she pays me no heed. “Come with me I want to show you around the place”. She leads the way in her surgical garb as we walk another series of corridors. I am surprised by how few people we meet along the corridor. After many twists and turns, we get to a set of double doors. On the door is marked OR personnel. “Don’t worry about that, your with me.”, she says, sensing my trepidation. With a graceful sweep of her arm, the doors open and we find ourselves in a room. Anna switches on a large ceiling light, its light is blinding, almost startling. The operating room had a quality I never could imagine, a clinical coldness about it. I feel a lump in my throat, as anticipation overcomes me. I glance about me, studying the almost surreal quality of the operating room’s stark white and green. “Here have a seat on the table, and I’ll give you a quick rundown of the place.” She begins with a perfunctory explanation of the various gadgets and gizmos. My throat tightens as I expect the piece de resistance. I glance about nonchalantly, looking for any hint of rubber mask or tubing Nothing. “Well, that’s about it”, she says coolly. My heart sinks. “Oh, I almost forgot, I want to show you something I think you’ll like. Close your eyes.” A lump is in my throat and my heart is pounding. I’m not sure what to feel. I hear the faint sound of coaster wheels. “Lie back.”, Anna instructs in an almost clinically detached voice. “What’s going on?”, I ask with a quiver in my voice. Again she repeats her orders, “Just lie back.” I lie back clumsily and wait. Suddenly, I hear a very soft hiss. I open my eyes and raise my head, only to have it nudged gently back onto the table. I turn my head to the left, noticing a black latex anesthesia mask next to my head. “Well, this is certainly what you were dying to know about, right?”, Anna asks, her voice now taking on a pussycat quality. A mixture of sexual arousal and fear washes over me. Memories flood my brain — Memories blurred with the passage of time, but nonetheless elicited by the sight of the mask softly hissing. I only manage a weak “wait”. “Wait for what?”, she coos. I say nothing, only managing to swallow the knot in my throat. “I’ll show you what the patient goes through. Usually they’re a bit woozy, but you’ll do.” Without skipping a beat and playing in character, she pulls a pair of latex gloves from her pocket and dons them. With a deft movement of one hand she turns the valve back on and the gentle hiss resumes. The other hand brings the mask closer in, fitting it snugly over my nose and mouth. The smell of latex and oxygen is thick and pungent. The feel of the smooth rubber of the mask, and the feeling of slight suffocation sends shutters through my body. “This is just to ease your breathing, just breath nice and deep. There now, you’re doing fine.”, Anna coos, adjusting the mask ever so slightly. “I don’t…” Before I can finish my sentence, a heavy sweet smell fills my nostrils and the back of my throat. I hesitate to breath for a moment, my eyes certainly widening in surprise. “Breath out hard and fill the bag.” I am nervous yet aroused. Her words, firm but reassuring, promise an experience to be remembered: of what, I am not yet sure. I turn my head and see the gas bag fully inflated. I look at it almost mesmerized by its jet blackness. Anna squeezes the bag and I get a lung full of the gas. My next exhalation is now less willful as the last. It is more of a grunt than a blowing out. The gas has flooded over me and I feel warm. Anna looks down at me. She’s smiling, so I think: it’s getting hard to tell as my vision is now blurring. My breathing is smooth now, no longer the anxious staccato it was just moments ago. Again I exhale and Anna responds in kind by pressing the gas bag yet another deep inhalation of gas. My eyes are getting very heavy and my ears are starting to ringing. I no longer can smell the gas. Even with the several lung fulls of gas I have sucked down, I struggle vainly to tell Anna enough… yet another inhalation… I breath in deeply. By now, all that comes out my mouth is a defeated, disembodied sigh. I no longer can control my eyes, as they loll like loose marbles. Anna’s face becomes a blur in my ever-diminishing field of vision… Then darkness enfolds me.

Anna removes the mask from his face, looking down at her handiwork and smiling wryly as her “victim” enjoyed his anesthetic slumber. Satisfied that he would sleep a while, she turns the valve on the cylinder, shutting off the flow of gas. Anna sets the rubber mask next to his face. A mischievous look crossed her face, as she now relishes the helplessness of her “victim”… While it seemed to me it took a ‘long time’ to go under, it only took about fifteen seconds, maybe a little more. Anna would later tell me. “I wish I had a video recorder to show you how hot you looked going under,” she teases. Many years have passed and Anna and I are still together. I had my chance to gas her finally, as a birthday present to me — and preserved the moment with her video recorder.

But that’s another story.