Friday, February 03, 2006

Mistress Amandas D/s Auction

"Will you be my slave?"


Mistress Amandas D/s Auction to end soon!

UK SLAVE F2F AUCTION!

"Darling, what an exciting concept for a yahoo group " - Allyn S

"Hi everyone announcement that auction opens up at 12pm GMT today and will run till same time friday i have decide for this one to do it through message board by you posting your bids then going from there. There are now four lovely subs/slaves to bid for so four of them will currency for a special auction in 4 weeks time which ill mention after next as i said previously its worth putting yourselfs forward as the subs/slaves benefit from being in auctions. Well we have four now slave_jean22 decided to go in as weel as amanda, ashley and laura.

Good luck to everyone who bids and enjoy the two weeks on both sides"

- Mistrees Amanda xxx

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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Our State of the Rubber Union Vision for 2006

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Sunday, January 22, 2006

Hot or Not! Kate Beckinsale Underworld:Evolution


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Saturday, January 14, 2006

Introducing Rubberdom Dea Donatella [Adult Only Content!]


DEA DONATELLA's RUBBERDOM SATURDAY!!!


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Wednesday, January 11, 2006

[Rubber Adventure Story #4] Mistress Bianca Presents

BIANCA BEAUCHAMP as a dominant Latex Lioness





#XXX #NSFW #FETISH FANTASY




(Fiction based on story Aunt Katherine & Her Slaves
by JackBro )

Chapter 1: Making of Nikki



"Come along and let me introduce you to one of my slaves," Rubberdom Bianca! spoke to her young niece.

"That sounds…" Nikki started to reply but then stopped in mid- sentence when she grasped her Rubberdom's words. "Um, I mean, that sounds good!"

She could have sworn she heard her Rubberdom use the word "slave," but that couldn't possibly be! No real slaves existed.

A person could not own another person, even someone as rich as her Rubberdom. I thought.

The large, opulent mansion showed Rubberdom Bianca!'s great wealth from her modelling, but no one woman should have that much money! Right?

Nikki shook her head and figured she must have misheard "servant."

"Their bedrooms are on the second floor," Rubberdom Bianca! glanced upward, referring to the slaves – or servants or whatever they were called. "Let us go to the foyer so I can call one of them down."
Nikki didn't know the meaning of the word "foyer," but she followed anyway. Her Rubberdom used many fancy, high-class words. Nikki figured they came from all the private schools she attended as a child, plus all the rich friends that surrounded her as an adult. Rubberdom Bianca! was rich, really rich! Of that there was no doubt. All the relation knew it, even if they seldom talked about it. In fact, they hardly ever talked about Rubberdom Bianca! at all. They treated her like a ghost and only occasionally mentioned the rich Rubberdom with the eccentric tastes. They also said she lived a decadent lifestyle. Nikki never knew quite what this meant, but she was going to do her best over her vacation of the next two weeks to try to figure it out.
Her Rubberdom lead the way through the house, dressed in a full length, flowing, and certainly very expensive evening gown. Nikki noticed it brush up against both sides of the doorways as she passed through. It looked absolutely beautiful and so did the woman who wore it. Nikki knew the sister was born into the world only four years after her own father, but her Rubberdom looked more like 20 years his younger. Ample breasts blessed a slim figure, and her gown performed an exquisite job at showing off both with a tight fit and plunging neckline.
Wearing a full-length evening gown herself, Nikki followed close behind. Her mother firmly instructed she wear the dress upon the first introduction to her Rubberdom. She didn't want to. It sounded so impractical to wear her best dress on a weekday afternoon, but she obediently changed into the dress in the bathroom of the train station. Now Looking at her Rubberdom's gown, she understood why.
Nikki could only hope she would look as beautiful as her Rubberdom when she reached the same age. There already existed many similarities; like the fair complexion, little nose, slim figure, and certainly the long, jet-black hair. Rubberdom Bianca! wore her hair up in a bonnet at the top of her head, but Nikki could tell it was long enough to probably flow down nearly to the waist like her own. The biggest difference, she couldn't help but notice, was in the chest. Rubberdom Bianca! had cleavage while Nikki was still young and nearly flat. She could only hope to develop features just as impressive.
Nikki followed her Rubberdom as she walked down the hallway and then through the formal dining room. Along the way she tried to avoid touching anything. Fancy crystal stood all around. Fine china graced the dining room table. Delicate little figurines seemed to occupy every square inch of spare cabinet and shelf space. She feared brushing up against something expensive and accidentally breaking it. It wouldn't give a good first impression.
"Jonathan," Rubberdom Bianca! stepped through a final doorway and into the glorious main entranceway of the house. "Please come down. I would like to introduce you to my niece. And please do not bother with any formal attire."
Nikki waited, standing just beside her Rubberdom, at the foot of a long, winding staircase. Above, a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. To one side the stairs seemed to extend forever almost into the clouds. Everything about the house – or it was really more like a mansion – was high class. It stood as the centerpiece of what was once a large southern plantation. It used be one of the largest tobacco plantations in the state of Virginia, but that was before the War of Northern Aggression – as her father still called it. Most everything was destroyed or looted when first the Northern and then the Confederate armies marched through. Rubberdom Bianca! lovingly restored it many decades later when she returned from the Alaskan Klondike with the riches of her dead husband's gold strike.
"You are developing very nicely," Her Rubberdom casually spoke as though to kill the time as they waited. "Did you not recently celebrate a birthday?"
"Two weeks ago," Nikki answered. "I just turned sixteen."
"Ah yes!" Bianca! nodded. "The perfect age to start your experience of life's many pleasures."
Nikki thought her Rubberdom's words curious – also confusing.
"I must say you are very pretty," Bianca! went on. "The boys are going to have to fight against each other to get your attention."
Nikki blushed. She always blushed when someone told her she was pretty, especially when it came from a relation. She just hoped to hear it some day from a boy.
Her attention diverted to the sound of footsteps at the top of the wooden staircase. They sounded soft, not sharp and quick like a pair of shoes, but quiet as if they came from slippers.
Nikki looked up and immediately understood why. She looked up to see a pair of bare feet turn the corner, and then she noticed the legs were also bare, and then she noticed so was his chest. In fact, so was all of him! He wore no shoes or shirt. He also failed to wear any pants or even underwear. He did not wear anything at all!
Nikki gasped in disbelief! For a moment, she thought she imagined the sight. She thought her eyes somehow played a trick on her, but then she blinked and discovered they had not. The man really was bare-assed naked! He had everything on display.
"Walk on down here and meet Nikki," Rubberdom Bianca! spoke as though nothing was out of the ordinary about a naked man walking down the front staircase of her house.
Nikki couldn't speak. She stood too shocked to talk. Instead, she remained frozen and just looked at him.
The man made no attempt to cover himself. His arms remained behind his back as he walked down the stairs. He failed to bring his hands forward and use them for cover – as it would seem natural for a naked man to do in front of two clothed women. He made no attempt to take his manliness away from Bianca! at all, not even when a stranger stood at her side.
He kept himself bare, and Nikki kept herself looking. She looked and saw all the way down the front of his body. And, most important, she saw at his dick.

"Well, what do you think?" Her Rubberdom asked when he reached the bottom of the stairs and then stopped and stood before them.





"I'm…not sure," Nikki tried to speak, not knowing what to say.
She caught herself starring down at his waist. She looked right at it, and realized she had been looking at it the whole time. Even as he walked down the stairs, her eyes lowered and then her head bowed down as she followed it. She liked his dick, and she especially liked the way it bounced up and down as he dropped down each step of the stairs.
Nikki caught herself starring and suddenly felt very embarrassed. She quickly looked away.
"Don't be shy," Her Rubberdom comforted. "You can look as much as you want. Jonathan is used to it. He doesn't mind if you look at him, do you Jonathan?"
He shook his head to indicate a "no," so Nikki meekly looked again. She turned her head slowly and took quick peaks out of the corner of her eyes. She couldn't help but want to look. She liked the way he looked.
Jonathan was a tall, handsome man, standing almost six feet. He looked young, not much older than herself; probably around nineteen or maybe in his early twenties. Not much hair yet grew on his chest, although the blond hair on his head flowed down far enough to touch his shoulders. And then there were his muscles. Muscles seemed to bulge out from all around him, indicating he did a lot of manual labor, probably working in the fields all day. He definitely looked strong, and he certainly looked very handsome.
Nikki didn't get many chances to look at naked, adult men, and this was an excellent specimen. Everything about him looked big, she saw, most especially his dick. She noticed his dick most of all. It seemed to hang down a long distance between his legs, but she could be mistaken. She hadn't seen many adult dicks before. Perhaps this was normal.
Nikki also noticed he did not speak out loud. In fact, he did not speak at all. She had yet to hear his voice. It was as though he was not allowed to speak, and then she remembered her Rubberdom talking about her slaves. A thought entered her mind, but she quickly dismissed it.
"Go ahead and turn for Nikki," Bianca! told him while performing a twirling motion with her finger. "Give Nikki a good look at your ass too."
To her amazement, he turned and showed his behind. He turned all the way around and then he did it again. She liked his ass too. He had smooth, hard buns, but it wasn't nearly as exciting as his dick.
The whole time he refused to use his hands to provide cover. He kept them behind his back when facing forward, and he let them hang to the side when he had his back towards them so they could have a better look at his behind. It was as though he was trained to model his most private features. He was allowing her, a complete stranger, to look at whatever she wanted. Nikki couldn't help but turn further to take advantage of the opportunity.
"What do you think of him?" Rubberdom Bianca! asked a second time.
"Nice," Nikki could manage only one word.
"If you haven't noticed already, he's one of my most well endowed," Bianca! went on. "He's over nine inches."
"What?" Nikki yelped. She thought she knew what her Rubberdom meant, but it was too shocking for her mind to accept.
"His pecker!" Bianca! clarified more directly. "You know, his organ. I am referring to his cock. It will elongate to a full nine inches when hard. He is one of my favorites."
Nikki brought her hands up to her mouth and covered it in amazement. She couldn't believe how openly her Rubberdom talked about his dick, and how openly she talked about it right in front of him. She was shocked, and then remembered again her Rubberdom's use of the word "slave." The thought rushed back into her mind. She thought about a sex slave. More specifically, a male sex slave.
Nikki looked at him again and wondered. Thoughts of a male sex slave sent waves of erotic ecstasy through her body. She had never felt quite this way before. A male sex slave would be like a girl's ultimate fantasy. She immediately knew this was what her parents meant when they talked about the decadent behavior in Rubberdom Bianca!'s home.
Nikki looked at him closer and thought about what Bianca! had said. She liked the many names she had just heard for his dick. She heard them all before, mostly when joking around at school with her girlfriends, but never right in front of a live one.
"Would you like to see for yourself?" Rubberdom Bianca! asked next.
Nikki didn't know what her Rubberdom meant. What more of him was there to see? He was already naked; totally naked. She looked at her Rubberdom in confusion.
Bianca! only smiled back. "Jonathan," She then turned to the naked man standing before them. "Show yourself to Nikki. Make it full."
Nikki gasped. She again thought she knew the meaning of her Rubberdom's words, but they were too unbelievable to accept. But then she looked at Jonathan and understood.
His hands remained clasped behind his back, but the middle of his waist began to get bigger.
"Oh my God!" Nikki couldn't help but say out loud. She had never seen a man in his fullest state before.
"Keep watching," Her Rubberdom said in reply. "He still has quite a show to put on. It is not nearly over."
Nikki thought about turning away and running out of the room, but she didn't. She couldn't. She wanted to watch. It seemed so demeaning to make this poor man get full in her presence, especially when she considered that it was in the presence of a complete stranger, but then Rubberdom Bianca! did nothing to force him. Jonathan just stood there and did it on his own, and he did it fast. First his dick just started to get longer and then it began to rise.
"Oh my God!" Nikki couldn't help but say again.
"Yes, it is rather fun to watch," Bianca! agreed. "Tell me Nikki, have you ever witnessed a man getting hard before?"
She shook her head to indicate "no." She was unable to say it out loud.
As a result, he seemed to rise faster. Her admission seemed to make his dick rise even more quickly. It was soon sticking straight out of his body, and then it began to rise even more.
"They probably don't grow them this big down in Florida," Her Rubberdom kidded her. "Have you ever seen such a big one before?"
"No," Nikki quietly spoke.
"Have you ever seen one at all?" Her Rubberdom went on to ask. "I forget, you are rather young Nikki. I suppose it is possible that you have never seen a live man in the fully inflated condition?"
She said it in the form of a question, but Nikki was to embarrass to speak. She simply shook her head.
"Well then," Bianca! spoke. "We will just have to make up for it then! I will instruct each of my slaves to make himself full in your presence. I have nine of them, you know, and they are all very well endowed. All cocks are rather similar when you get right down to it, but each has its peculiar characteristics."
"Oh my God!" Nikki looked her Rubberdom in the eye to check if the nine slaves were an exaggeration or a joke. But then she quickly looked back down at his dick. There was no indication of a joke, and his dick now looked as though it was at a full erection. In fact, his dick no longer looked like a measly dick. It looked more like a full-fledged cock!
"How do you like it now?" Her Rubberdom asked.
"Wow!" Nikki spoke in amazement. "He's very impressive."
"Yes," Bianca! agreed. "Nine long inches of cock-meat. And notice it is not just long, as you can see for yourself, but it is plenty wide too. Jonathan has a rather big unit!"
Nikki gasped. She never heard a cock being called "meat" or a "unit" before. It sounded so demeaning, although also very erotic. She found herself becoming increasingly aroused, or at least more aroused than ever before. Images formed in her mind. She imagined this man in bed with her. She looked down at his long piece of cock-meat and couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside her.
"I think Jonathan is impressed by you too," Rubberdom Bianca! told her. "That was one of the fastest erections I have ever seen him give up. I think you make him excited. I mean, you are very cute and he probably assumes you are a virgin. I bet he is fantasizing right now about what it would be like to fuck you."
Nikki covered her mouth and looked at her Rubberdom God.

"Well, why not?" Rubberdom Bianca! spoke. "You are a very good looking young girl. You have a very pretty face and a nice, slim figure. I bet Jonathan is picturing himself on top of you right now, or perhaps he is even imagining you straddling his waist."


Nikki couldn't believe it. Never, even in her wildest imagination, did she ever think that her Rubberdom's house was like this. A naked man stood in front of her, and they were talking about sexual intercourse right in front of him. No wonder her parents never allowed her to visit.
"This is all very strange," She had to admit to her Rubberdom. "I just never realized . . ." She couldn't finish.
"Never realized what?" Her Rubberdom asked.
Nikki didn't know quite how to put it. "Is Jonathan, like," She said shyly. "I mean, is he like your slave?"
"You could say that," Bianca! answered without hesitating. "But he's not just an ordinary slave, he's my sex slave."


Nikki gasped again. She couldn't believe it. The answer was what she expected, but she still couldn't believe it. She heard stories about male sex slaves before but always figured they were fiction. She never expected to meet one in real life, and certainly never expected her very own Rubberdom to have one! Much less nine of them, if she was to be believed.


"You don't look as though you believe my words," Her Rubberdom questioned, seeming to read her mind.
"I'm not quite sure what to believe," Nikki admitted truthfully. "I guess I'm a little overwhelmed right now."


"Well, if you don't believe me," She offered. "Why don't you ask Jonathan? As him if he is a sex slave."
She glanced at her Rubberdom, and then back to the supposed sex slave named Jonathan. Up until now, he hadn't spoken. She wasn't sure if he could speak.


"Are you?" She started to say, but then suddenly became very bashful when she realized she was talking to a naked man with an erection. Nikki suddenly felt very intimidated.
"Does he talk?" She whispered to her Rubberdom instead.

"Of course he talks!" Her Rubberdom answered. "But only when I give him permission. Otherwise he will remain silent."
"Will he talk for me?" Nikki asked. "Will he answer me?"
Rubberdom Bianca! turned to him. "Jonathan, I give you permission to answer the questions Nikki is about to pose to you, but you may not talk. Let's give Nikki a little treat. Answer with your prick instead. Do you understand?"


He seemed to almost jump at her words. Nikki noticed him step back as soon as Rubberdom Bianca! finished the order, but she did not understand why. In fact, she did not understand at all. How could he answer if he could not speak? And how could he possibly answer with his prick.
But then Jonathan provided the answer. Slowly, he began to gyrate his hips. And as a result, his cock began to bob up and down.


Nikki gasped yet again, realizing that he indeed answered with his prick. It was just like someone nodding his or her head, but Jonathan was using his long cock instead. She never saw an erection move before. She watched it bob up and down. It made her feel very erotic.

"Jonathan understands," Rubberdom Bianca! spoke as though nothing was out of the ordinary. "Now go ahead and ask him whatever you want, just make sure they are yes or no questions."
Nikki started to speak, but then didn't know what to ask. She felt embarrassed, and her mind went blank. She forgot the original question.

"Go ahead," Rubberdom Bianca! prompted her. "Start out by asking if he thinks you are pretty."
Nikki looked at her Rubberdom, and then she looked at Jonathan. It was an embarrassing question to ask, but she decided to ask anyway.
He nodded his big cock up and down in response.
Thrilled by his answer, she remembered her original question. "Are you really a slave?"
He answered again in the affirmative.
"Are you really a sex slave?"

He continued answering, this time even harder, moving his "unit" up and down with increased vigor. She heard it slap against his tummy, and she liked watching the bouncing cock, but then wondered what a negative answer would produce.
"Would you ever disobey Rubberdom Bianca?"

And she got her answer. His dick looked even better when it moved from side to side.
"What did you say?" Bianca! giggled. "I am not sure if Nikki quite heard you."
He swayed his cock back and forth with increased vigor. Nikki liked the sound it made when it slapped against his thighs.

She asked a few more questions, sometimes questions with "yes" answers and sometimes with "no." She liked the "no" answers the best because his cock seemed to move around a lot more when it went from side-to-side, but the "yes" answers looked good too.








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Friday, December 30, 2005

[Rubberdom Adventure Story #2 ] Rubberdom Hotel with Mistress Rubberdoll


Natalias! Rubbberdom Hotel

/w Mistress Rubberdoll

Chapter One (Revised)

By AmyAmy.

June 15th, 2005

****

Dear Readers,

This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters portrayed here to real people living or deceased is entirely coincidental. The author retains all rights to this work, except in allowing that it may be archived and distributed for non-commercial purposes, providing all text remains intact, including this notice.This story deals with 'adult' themes of a highly sexual nature, including 'fetishism', bondage, domination, non-consensual sex acts, use of sex-toys, costumes and sexual transformation in an unrealistic and fantastical manner. If you find such topics disturbing, or if it is illegal for you to read about them, stop reading here. This story was inspired by a very ordinary drive to a house out in the woods in Eastern Germany. It is easy to become lost in some parts, and the forest is much as I describe....


However, habitation is somewhat more frequent than the story suggests. I don't speak much German, and what I do speak is almost certainly incorrect, so in most cases you must imagine it for yourself where it appears in the story. The spelling, as much as I can manage it, is intended to follow English rules and not American. They hyphenation rules are entirely my own, for which I apologise.I was lost somewhere in Germany, or perhaps by then I had crossed into Poland. I'd been driving through featureless forest for hours.Somewhere in here was my uncle's house, but the network of tracks and rough roads that I'd been following since I left the highway had led me astray.I could tell by the darkening sky that I was a long way off course.


The petrol gauge was heading towards empty and I was becoming nervous. It was late autumn, and only a light covering of snow hid the tracks, but there was no telling how cold it could get, and I wasn't prepared for a night spent in the car.As the last of the daylight faded I spotted a track, the opening barely visible amongst the camouflage of the featureless trees. It was only because it looked flat and recently maintained that I noticed it.I pulled to a stop and considered my options. I decided to take the chance that this new track would soon end in a house. I hoped it would be inhabited, and that the people would be friendly.It seemed that I was astonishingly lucky, for at the end of a two-mile trail was a fancy wrought iron gate in a tall brick wall. It opened automatically as I approached, and beyond a wide open car-parking area in front of a large, modern and rather expensive looking hotel complex.I had passed an illuminated sign at the gate, in English, French and German that announced 'Landhaus-HotelcEfeucGitter - Country House Hotel'.


By the small number of cars parked here, I inferred that there would certainly be vacancies.I parked as close to the main entrance as I could. I grabbed my overnight bag from the passenger seat and dashed for the entrance.The heavy front doors opened automatically for me and I passed into a small entrance chamber that ended in a pair of double-glazed doors in a heavy stainless steel frame. The doors were frosted glass with an insignia cut into them. They also opened as I approached and I found myself in a typical hotel lobby.The doors clicked closed behind me, shutting out the cold of the entrance chamber, and I took a moment to glance about me. All the usual trimmings were in place: potted plants, sofas with coffee tables, hard-wearing carpet, occasional harsh little halogen spotlights and in front of me a deeply polished reception desk of dark mahogany.The receptionist greeted me with a smile. She was almost hidden in darkness, and the concealed lights above her desk were all extinguished, if there were in fact any such lights. The overspill from a tiny dim desk light was barely enough to illuminate her face. I spoke first, in my awful German.

"Do you have a room available?

I'm sorry. I am lost. My car ... needs petrol. Sorry, I am English. I do not speak much German.

"She answered only half understanding.

"Are you English? American?" Her voice was soft, but I thought her accent was German.

"Yes, English," I said quickly, nervously. She was pretty. Her make up was dramatic, her hair dark and cut in a short bob. The skin of her hand seemed very pale and very smooth where the light caught it. She moved it away from the light as she reached under the desktop for something.

"Please, speak English. I understand it well, though I do not speak it so perfect.

Do not worry," she explained."I need a room.
I got lost in the forest and am running out of petrol. Tomorrow I can phone for someone to pick me up. I just need to stay the night,"


I said, struggling to keep my English simple and not doing very well at it.

"That is no problem, we have rooms. Normally, we take only special bookings. Now is the quiet time for us. You can stay as long as you like. Do you need help with your car or instructions for navigation?"

"Just a room for tonight for now. I'll worry about the rest in the morning."

"You're welcome," she said. "Here sign these forms. You will need a credit card. Do you have it?"

"Yes, I do," I said fumbling one of my cards onto the desktop as she passed me some forms to sign.


After the basic formalities, she handed back my card, made some notes on the forms and then shuffled them aside.I looked around the room again as she prepared my key. There wasn't much else to see; just more dark wood panelling, all beautifully clean and polished, with spotlights illuminating the plants. I looked back at the receptionist.

I was nervous that I might seem to be staring at her and looked away again. I couldn't help noticing her breasts were very prominent. I tried not to look, but my eyes were drawn back. I couldn't see anything, it was too dark but my imagination made up for the lack of light. Before I had time to get carried away, she handed me a key card
."Your key. You are 1F. Take the door to the left and go up one floor.


Take the left door, you will need the key to open the hall. Your room is at the end of the hallway. Put your key in the slot by the door for electrical power. Please call if you need anything. The restaurant is closed for the winter, but you may order room service."I thought that possibly her accent was Dutch, not German after all.
I nodded, thanked her and headed to my room. The door to the left opened onto a stairwell, and at the top were four doors, the stairs continued upwards. I was thankful for her directions.Each of the doors had a card lock. I opened my assigned door to see a hallway, filled with similar doors, each with a letter. I checked my key in case I had remembered my room identification wrong.


It was a typical hotel card key with no markings: no help there.I thought she had said '1F', so I went to try that door first: the lock and handle were heavy brass, polished to a mirror finish, and green light illuminated when I inserted my key, followed by a soft click. I pulled down on the handle and it moved easily, but the door itself was harder to push; like everything else in the hotel it was strong and heavy.

Once I had it moving it swung open easily: the spring was very gently pushing it back.I clicked my key card into the wall slot and concealed lights came on, illuminating the room with a diffuse and subtle glow.My room was generously sized and extremely tidy. One wall was filled with a large triple glazed window that looked out onto the snow-strewn forest.
There were no curtains, but there were blinds.The usual hotel paraphernalia was all hidden away. The bed was clean and white, and made with hospital precision.


One door opened onto a spacious, pristine white tiled bathroom, another onto a walk-in closet. The closet demanded a second look because there was an untidy pile of bedding on the floor, quite out of character with the rest of the room.The third and final door opened onto a large cupboard where the various hotel extras were hiding, along with a remote control. I picked up the remote and looked around for the television. There was no sign of it. Pressing the power button caused the large, built in, wall-mirror to light up. It was also a television. The default channel was some kind of cooking channel in German.


The sight of food reminded me that I was pretty hungry. I muted the sound and dropped the remote on the bed, looking for the phone. A few moments later, without having to resort to my bad German, I had ordered a light meal with spicy soup and crispy dumplings with a slice of New York cheesecake to follow. Hopefully, if the rest of the hotel was anything to go by, they would both be excellent.While waiting for my food I decided to take a shower.


The hot water would be just the thing to take the kinks out of my back that the long hours of driving had created.I stripped off and dumped my clothes on the bed. The bathroom contained a huge walk-in shower and I turned it on to be surprised with almost instant hot water. It was perfect.I must have drifted into a dreamland because it could have been an age later when I was startled by a noise from my room.

I quickly finished up in the shower, wrapped myself in a towel and headed out. Room service had been and gone, and they had left my food. Without dressing I sat down to eat.When I turned back from my food to look for my clothes, I was distracted by the television. The cooking had been replaced with some kind of strange pornography. I was sure I hadn't changed the channel. I checked, and it was the same number as before. Had this been on when room service entered?In the video, women encased in skin-tight transparent rubber were indulging in bondage play and lesbian sex.


It looked so strange that I wanted to look away but I couldn't do it. I'd never seen anything like this before, but the women looked very erotic with the transparent rubber clinging tightly to their skin while they rubbed lube all over their breasts.
It was unreal, but completely seized my attention.I sat down on the bed to watch and was soon extremely erect. It wasn't until I had masturbated watching the video that I could look away. The sound was still muted, and I left it that way. I felt oddly guilty.


It felt wrong to enjoy masturbating to such a perverted sight. Sure, I'd seen the occasional Internet image of that kind of thing before, but I'd never studied one properly and the video was something different: something much more powerful.I spent the rest of the evening watching more of the videos before falling into an uneasy sleep; I had never been comfortable in hotel beds.The next morning I tried to call my uncle on the hotel phone. There was no mobile reception so there was no alternative.

There was no answer from his number, and no answering machine. I decided to call the car rental company and see if they could offer me any advice. Their number seemed to be continually busy and I couldn't get through.
I gave up, determined to try later and went down to reception to see if they had a map or some other solution that might help me.Reception was still very dark. The only map the receptionist was able to give me wasn't very helpful: one of those simplified diagrams that showed how to reach somewhere from the nearest major road. It suggested distances to the major towns that would be impossible without more petrol. I asked the receptionist if there was any other solution.

"Is there a place nearby that I could get petrol?"

I asked."Sorry, one hundred and forty kilometres to nearest auto gasoline."

"Is there any petrol here? What do you suggest?"


"We have benz... gasoline cans here, someone will find it soon. I will call you in your room.

Please wait: let us look after you."

"OK. Thanks," I said, relieved that it seemed the problem was solved.


I headed back to my room to wait.I was bored, so I looked around the room for something to do. There didn't seem to be anything interesting on the hotel television, it seemed to have nothing but dull domestic programs in German that I couldn't follow.Usually in a hotel, there would be movies in English with subtitles, but I couldn't find any.

It seemed a strange place that put the porn channel on for free and then locked out the movies.I was opening and closing the cupboard like an idiot, trying to work out if I had missed some instructions for the television somewhere, when it occurred to me to look in the closet again. There was nothing in there but a pile of sheets as far as I could remember, but I hadn't looked properly.It wasn't as if I had anything better to do, so I took another look.


There was the heap of bedding I remembered, but on closer inspection it was hiding some boxes, and behind them was a suitcase.I knew this stuff wasn't mine, but I decided to take a look at it anyway. I expected the suitcase to be empty, or locked, but it wasn't.I pulled it out and opened it. It was filled with a man's clothes, travel guides, the usual tourist accessories. None of it was of any interest, and I didn't want to rifle through the case too obtrusively in case it looked as if I'd been through it.I had no intent to steal, I was just curious.

The only thing of interest was a brochure for the hotel. I couldn't make out the German too well, but it seemed to say something about special services that were tailored or customised somehow for the executive or elite customer. I was soon speculating as to what those services might be, but the brochure itself seemed very evasive on the subject, or perhaps I simply didn't understand its turn of phrase properly.

I put it back in the case and stuffed it back in the closet.I pulled out one of the boxes. It was a parcel, as might be sent through the mail, and still had a label addressed to the housekeeper of the hotel attached. It had been opened already, so I pulled off the lid. Inside was a mess of tissue paper wrapping.At first I thought this was an empty box that china or glass had been sent in, but when I poked through the wrapping, I found there was something else in there. My fingers found something smooth, cool, and soft to the touch.


I pulled the paper aside and found a pile of dusty black rubber material.Lifting it out of the box I found it was a garment of some sort. I shook it out. It seemed to be a sort of rubber leotard. It looked very different from the material in the video: this was opaque matte black and dusty. My fingers made marks in the dust as I straightened it out. There was a short black nylon zip at each shoulder, and some sort of shaped arrangement at the bottom that looked like an obscenely large pair of labia.I had never seen anything like the rubber garment in the box, or the outfits the women wore on the porno channel.

I had never imagined I could like women who seemed to have no hair - though that was just an illusion the tight rubber hoods created. As for some of the other things I'd seen, I didn't know what to think.I was coming to the realisation that the strange looking rubber outfits were the most erotic things I'd ever seen.
They went far beyond the allure of any plain naked woman, however beautiful she might be. It wasn't easy to cope with: all my life I'd been told things like this were wrong.I knew the right thing to do was to put the rubber thing straight back in the box, clean my finger marks off as best as possible and hide it away in the closet where it came from. Of course, I couldn't do it. The evening of videos had made me very curious to experience the rubber for myself. I'd never imagined it would be so soft.


I had been imagining myself feeling that smooth slippery looking stuff on my skin. I had time to kill. I would try on the leotard, then wash it and cover with talc from the bathroom. Nobody would be any the wiser. Sure, it looked like it was designed for a woman, but there ought to be plenty of stretch in it. I gave it a few test pulls to be sure.Soon I had slipped out of my clothes and had pulled the thing up around my legs up to my crotch.


There seemed to be a pouch for my balls to fit into, each cupped and held separately. It hurt a little getting them in there, but once in place it was comfortable. Similarly, there seemed to be a pocket for my penis, though it had to be bent back. Apparently, this was a garment for a man after all.It didn't seem slippery at all, and the way it snagged the hairs on my skin was painful. With some serious struggling



I was able to pull it up tight around my body. It gripped my waist very tightly but came over the chest more easily, seeming loose at the front. At last I was able to zip the shoulder zips closed. The feeling of confinement was extraordinary, even though my arms and legs were uncovered.My penis was trying to get hard in its pouch. In fact, it was as hard as it could get with it bent backwards under me.



I was longing for release and reached my hand down to try and find my penis head beneath the giant moulded 'labia'. I could feel my hand touching it through the rubber, so I lay back on the bed and did my best to rub myself to orgasm. Though I could stimulate it somewhat through the rubber covering, I had cum too many times the night before to climax with this limited sensation. On the other hand, the rubber was exciting me; it felt good to be in its grip.I struggled for release for some time before giving up.

I got up to take a look at myself in the mirror. I thought I looked rather silly, dressed as I was in a black rubber leotard with grotesque over-sized labia, and pubic hair sprouting out at the sides.My waist looked somewhat feminine - squeezed in as it was - but my pasty white arms and legs looking very sad compared to the smooth black surface and destroyed any possible illusion. Also, with the dust all over it, it looked like I was wearing an outfit made from a grubby inner tube. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt idiotic, but when I looked away I felt excited, and somewhat erotic.


Then the phone rang. It was reception: they were ready to help me fill up my car. I said I would be down in a minute. As I put down the phone I was filled with panic. Quickly, I went to pull off the outfit.Somehow I'd managed to trap the rubber flap into one of the shoulder zips and I couldn't get it open.


I wrenched at it in panic and the tab snapped off the zip.There was no way I could get the thing off with only one shoulder undone, not without tearing it, if I was even strong enough. The only thing to do was to do up the zip on the other shoulder and put my clothes on over it. I would invent some story later, over the phone, and offer to pay for the loss once I was gone. Or maybe I the loss would never be noticed until long after other occupants had been through the room.


Whatever the solution, I would work it out once I was out of the hotel.I got dressed and hoped that my normal clothes would mask the squeaking of the leotard. This seemed to be the case, as long as I was careful how I moved.

"Please move your car into the underground employee parking. I will open the parking door for you," said the receptionist.

I stood well away from her so it would be harder for her to hear me squeaking. Hopefully, my heavy outdoor coat would cover most of it.


As I stepped out into the freezing air, I realised it was snowing heavily, and had been for some time.The snow in the high walled car park was already deep, and it would be difficult to move my car, even with the chains on. There was no way I could drive anywhere today. I would have to wait for the snow to stop, and the road to be cleared, or packed down by a heavy vehicle with enough ground clearance.It was with difficulty that I moved my car the few hundred meters around the corner and down into the 'employee parking' area.


This was an underground garage area that contained almost two dozen cars. Most of them were much more luxurious than my basic rental Passat; executive BMW and Mercedes surrounded me. There were a couple of Porches, and some cars
I couldn't name. Whatever was going on, the staff here were well paid.I waited a while in the car, but nobody arrived to show me where the petrol cans were. The garage door had already closed, and I wandered around the garage looking for petrol, or the way out. I found the way out first.Behind a curtain of clear plastic strips was (the by now obligatory) heavy door leading to a stairwell. Unlike elsewhere, these were steel steps with non-slip rubber coverings.


A hallway at the top took me past anonymous locked doors and eventually emerged in the lobby. The receptionist turned to me with that smile.


"Did you get gasoline?" She asked.

"Uh no. Was somebody supposed to come down and meet me?"


"Yes. There should have been," she said.


"Anyway, it's snowing really hard. I can't leave," I said weakly.


"That's bad. You will stay another night then?"

"I think so. Not much alternative," I said.


"That is true," she said.I was wincing at my terrible conversation as I headed back to my room. If I intended to chat up the receptionist I'd need to do a bit better than that.

The squeaking beneath my clothes reminded me that at least I'd have some more time to work on the stuck zip. Maybe I could get some scissors or tools to release it. I cursed myself for not looking for something while I was down in the garage. I doubted I could even find my way back there now, never mind deal with all the locks.

Perhaps there was something useful in the room I'd missed. I hadn't been looking for that kind of thing before.There was nothing. I'd probably have to wait until lunch and I could try my cutlery. In desperation, I looked properly through the suitcase in the hope of finding something, but it was devoid of sharp metal objects.

Frustrated, I decided to see what was in the other boxes.They all contained rubber clothing, if you could call it that. By the time I'd checked most of them, I'd found a pair of tights (crotchless of course), a skirt, some kind of laced and buckled garment I supposed must be a corset, long sleeved gloves, an open faced hood with shoulders and arm holes that zipped in the back, another hood with a mix of clear and black rubber and insanely high heeled rubber boots with endless lacing.

There were still some items I'd rejected, and some boxes I hadn't looked in. After my mishap with the leotard I decided that if I were to try them on I would leave it until late, when there was no chance of being disturbed. It did occur to me that it was probably pretty stupid to try them on at all, particularly as they were women's clothes, but I was just so curious. This would probably be my only chance to do such a thing, and I might as well make the best of my misfortune with the snow.

For lunch I ordered a steak, to be sure of a decent knife, and then added some innocent stationary to my request. The restaurant would be closed all winter and I would be eating alone. I wondered if I was currently the only gust. I hadn't seen anyone else, but then again, I hadn't really had the chance to meet anyone. Room service delivered lunch, and the stationary with exact timing and perfect efficiency.

I heard a knock on the door, and by the time I had it open, the tray was waiting there for me. Clearly, they didn't seem to need a tip.I ate my steak, and then set about the troublesome zip. I managed to free it after inflicting just a few small cuts on myself. I fashioned a replacement tag out of a paper clip. It wasn't perfect, but it would do. Without something to pull it up, the zip head would lock in place, so I needed to do this to open the zip properly.With great relief I got the rubber thing off me. It made a terrible noise. It had been comparatively easy to get it on, but now it was stuck to me with sweat, and every time I pulled it free it made a loud noise. I was sure someone would hear.


If they heard me they didn't come running in to accuse me of perversions, or theft, or vandalism, or all the things I was irrationally afraid of. Instead, after I endured the terrible pain of removing my balls from the little compartments, I was left with a sweaty wet mess of black rubber.I was equally covered in a mess of sweat and talc. A shower was essential, and I brought the leotard into the shower and washed that too.I now had nothing to do until my next meal. I was so bored that I found myself watching a program I could barely understand that seemed to be the most boring thing on earth.

It seemed to be an instructional video for hotel staff, showing how to collect laundry and make up beds. An even more tedious program on the care, use and maintenance of floor polishing machines replaced it.By the time I'd ordered dinner and eaten it, the programming had improved a little. It looked like an old, Italian lesbian vampire film from the seventies.


It was in Italian, which I didn't speak at all, and was subtitled in German, which I couldn't read at that speed. It didn't matter because the dialogue was irrelevant.By the time the film was over, I figured it was safe enough to get the boxes out of the closet. Lesbian, rubber porn had resumed on the television. This seemed even stranger than before, with shiny black clad ladies playing with gas masks and all kinds of things that pumped up.

I couldn't follow it properly, as I had my own toys to play with.First I put on the crotchless tights, which were already talc covered inside, and had no hazardous zips. They were easy enough to get on, and felt very strange. The most peculiar feeling was in my feet, which were not used to being hugged so tightly by clothing.The leotard had dried and stuck to itself, but I peeled it apart. Covering myself in talc I was able to slide into it once again. The hardest part was probably getting my now erect penis into place.


It didn't want to fit in its special pouch, and it wouldn't go down, so eventually I had to resort to my preferred method of getting it soft. When I was done masturbating, I was eventually able to get my penis into place, and the slippery semen on it helped lubricate it on its way in.Sorting through the clothes, I decided that the next thing I should put on was the boots.

I was quite surprised when my feet slid into them, but I was only a size 40, so that wasn't inconceivable. They forced my already compressed toes out in a point. I imagined standing in them would be impossible, but I didn't have to stand.I leaned down and fastened the laces. Fortunately, once the old fashioned eyelets were laced tightly around the foot, there were speed-lacing hooks for most of the way up my thigh. I pulled them nice and tight and tied them off with a bow.Just as an experiment, I tried standing in the boots.

The toe points were slightly flattened, and with the support of the lacing, all the weight wasn't pressed directly onto my toes. I could stand, but it wasn't comfortable, it was very tiring, and hard to balance. The spiked heels didn't help at all and I had to stick my bottom out, bend my knees a little and lean forward to stay upright without holding on to something.

I sat back on the bed. My plan suggested that the next thing should be the black rubber mask with the transparent face. It had no zipper, and was made of very thin rubber. I was able to stretch it over my head without much effort. The face was clear rubber with eyeholes and a hole at the nostrils for breathing. The mouth didn't open, but instead had bright red lips that formed an enigmatic smile.


They were probably plastic, and covered my own, concealing my mouth. The rest of the mask was opaque black. I couldn't see what I looked like, but I felt hot and enclosed, already slightly claustrophobic. I was restricted to breathing through my nose, and with the mask clinging tightly to my head I could barely open my mouth anyway.I still had the hood to go. I slipped my arms through the holes and pulled it up over my face. Reaching back behind my head I pulled down the zip and the pressure on my head, jaw and neck increased. I now felt really enclosed.

My breath hissed so noisily through my nostrils that I was afraid that people in the corridor could hear it.I now had to choose between the corset and skirt as the next item. The skirt seemed like it would be the easiest. I couldn't stand to step into it, so I lay down on the bed and pulled it carefully over my feet and the sharp spiked heels, and then up to my hips. It took me a while to work it into place as it tended to stick to the tights.Eventually, I was able to begin tugging the zip up.

It flared slightly from the knees down, which was not far above where the zip began. As the zip pulled up, my knees were squeezed tight together, followed by my thighs. It zipped all the way up to the base of my rib cage, squeezing in my waist.

My knees had just an inch or two of movement, and my ankles considerably more, perhaps just short of a foot.The corset would be next. I carefully swung my legs over and sat on the edge of the bed. I opened it out, unhooked it and pulled it around my back so that the metal closures met in front of me. I held it closed with one hand and hooked the shoulder straps over my shoulders with the other. Then I hooked the top closure together. Once I had the first in place the rest followed easily and it sat loosely on my hips.

There was a zip to pull up that closed a flap over the hooks in front, concealing any metal.I now had to tighten the laces. I had neither the desire nor the patience to pull the laces tight, but I got the slack out of them and then pulled, and to my surprise the corset closet up quite easily.I could feel more pressure on my waist and stomach, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as I had expected. I pulled a little more as it was still easy to tighten, and it began to feel uncomfortable. That seemed a good place to stop. I tied off the laces with a single knot. There was a lot of lace left. I wound it around my waist and tied a bow in the front.I went to take a deep breath and found I couldn't. It didn't hurt, there was just the firm pressure pressing against my diaphragm muscles. I could make it stretch if I tried really hard and tensed up, which was a very pleasant feeling.

It was too tiring to breathe like that so I had to resort to upper chest breathing, which felt strange.Already short of breath as a result of only breathing through my nose, and from my exertions I felt light-headed. I lay back and the spots before my eyes began to fade. I wanted to sigh with relief, but I had to concentrate on my breathing.I still had the shoulder straps to tighten.


They cinched up easily with a kind of roller buckle made of tough black plastic. The corset had a sort of built-in breast enhancement at the front, and though I had no breasts it created the impression that I did. I squeezed one of the small mounds.

It felt soft and padded between my fingers. It felt like a gel pad sandwiched in the rubber layers. It was quite subtle and unobtrusive. I couldn't really tell if it looked realistic, but it was quite peculiar looking down at the little breasts.

They even seemed to have nipples, poking hard at the rubber. I rubbed at them, but felt nothing.My finishing touch would be the gloves. They were harder to get on than I expected. I tried rolling them up, but that made them too hard to get over my hands. Eventually I came up with a sort of compromise where I turned only the sleeve part of the glove inside out. I then donned the glove and then slowly inched the rubber sleeve up my arm.There was actually a little suspender and catch at the end of the sleeve that hooked up into the shoulder of the hood to stop it falling down.

The next glove was more difficult because I had to grip it with rubber covered fingers. I hooked the final suspender into place. Finally I was dressed.I sat very still, concentrating on the sensation. Tight rubber was pressing on me from every direction. My every breath smelled of rubber. My chest heaved awkwardly as I struggled to learn a new way of breathing. My legs were deliciously tight at the thighs.

My penis was straining painfully in its pocket, already hard again. I went to touch it, but the multiple layers of rubber denied any satisfactory sensation. I seemed to have miscalculated in that respect. Denied that gratification I wondered if I could stand up and inspect myself in the mirror.I ended up crawling slowly, crouched, leaning forward but not leaning on my knees.

It was the fastest way to move safely. I used my hands for balance, but the movement of my feet for motion. Supporting myself with the wall I stood up in front of the mirror and edged ever so slowly backwards. I was astonished at what I saw.

Concealed under the rubber could have been a figure of either gender, but with the small waist, pert, tightly squeezed breasts and pouting red lips, the figure had to be female. My hips were a little narrow, but apart from that, it was hard to tell anything amiss.I was standing with my bottom thrust back, bent slightly at the knees and my hands waving around weakly for balance as my chest heaved out of the corset.

I not only looked female; I looked wanton and lustful.

I was a total rubber slut. I couldn't help thinking of the women in the videos.I crawled back to the bed and spent hours watching the shiny black clad women in their masks inserting huge inflatable dildos into every orifice. I wanted to cum even more desperately than they did. I wanted to be them. Eventually I came, even though I couldn't touch myself: I was so excited. Exhausted, I lay there for a long time, unable to even feel where the semen had dribbled. I couldn't separate it from the sweat.

It took a long time to get all the clothes off again, but at least they came off without any disasters, and nothing got stuck. I now felt more confident. I washed everything in the shower, towelled it dry and covered it in talc before restoring it all carefully to the correct boxes. Finally, I showered and collapsed into bed. I slept in late.The next day it was still snowing. Again I had no luck with the phones.

I arranged to stay another night, and then spent the whole day waiting. I watched some more tedious instructional videos on and off to relieve the boredom.At last, when it was late enough I repeated the whole dressing up game.

Tonight the porno women were sealing people into inflatable rubber coffins and balls, tying each other up with ropes and using metal bars and straps to spread and restrain.

I came twice without being able to properly touch myself, just by rubbing my thighs against my crotch as best I could. I wanted more....

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