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|Storycodes: latex; bondage; mudplay; reluct/cons; X|
“Hey, buddy. Do you have one of those
displays with a woman?” asked the customer.
The bolder customers, the ones that were already into leather, were so intrigued by the display that they would walk right past the leather goods and buy the latex equivalent. The usual comment from one of them was: “I know that rubber is really kinky, but I think I’ll experiment and try just one piece.” Bud noted a lot of repeat customers in the first four days, all shunning leather and going for the latex. In fact the display had caused a run on most of his latex and now he was reduced to showing people catalog pages of items that he could order for them. The two heavy-duty body binders he kept in stock had gone the first day. He usually sold one or two around Christmas but this was still September!
His stock of hoods and catsuits was gone as well. Again he seldom kept very many but the rush had been phenomenal. All of the little things: gloves, briefs, bras and the like were moving too. As for gas masks, his entire stock of thirty was gone just two days after the first customer came in the door the day the display was set up. He had called for a rush delivery from his main supplier. He had also sent a plea to the Institute to see if they could help him out. He figured that they must have some manufacturing capability since they worked with the stuff daily. By the end of the fourth day, Bud moved his leather goods to his other store in Surrey. That night he added a new line to his store sign that read: “Rubber Tree Annex”.
Bud decided to have a sale once he got his new inventory, especially since the display seemed to have such an impact on sales. He knew that he had to get more permanent replacements for the display. He decided to call the Institute and get two more of the bondage displays made. He would specify a woman’s outfit and a man’s. He decided to provide the ideal measurements for his displays and select the lucky accomplices to match the suits. He opened e-mail and sent his request off. The $3000 per outfit was pretty steep but well worth it based on the initial sales response since the two mannequin-men had gone on exhibit.
True to the original agreement, an Institute
truck arrived on the seventh day after dropping off bondage pair.
Bud was surprised when the driver rolled three large crates, several medium
crates out of the truck and a pallet with twelve bright yellow air tanks
off the truck.
He rolled the crates into the back of the
store and stacked them neatly. Next he pulled two empty crates from
the truck and went to the front of the store. He methodically placed
the living mannequins into the crates, along with the control panel.
Before closing up the crates, he replaced the air bottles with fresh ones
and placed two more in brackets inside each crate. He connected hose
lines from the second bottles to a side port on the regulator line of the
ones that were hanging behind the models. Now they had eight hours
of air, plenty for the trip back to the Institute. He rolled the
crates out to the truck.
Bud signed for the inventory and said,
“Thanks.” He was astonished by the promptness of the completion of
his order. He ran into the storefront and hung the closed sign.
He was trembling with anticipation as he studied the crates.
He lifted the heavier suit from the crate and opened its protective bag. He studied the holes in the crotch and hood. They were positioned to pull the tubes and wires on the first suit through. Next he picked up the mask and studied its interior. He saw that the feeding tube had a flange that mated nicely with the tube in the gag. He studied the instructions and warnings that accompanied the suits. He already played some with enemas and catheters and such. He thought, “This should be easy to get right.” He left the base and pole on the crate base and turned his attention to the crate with the male suit. He soon had all of the latex pieces neatly stacked and ready for a volunteer. He figured that most of his customers would love to try out the suits. He smiled at the knowledge that the circumstances might involve a session that was somewhat longer than any volunteer might guess.
He went about opening the other crates and pulled boxes from them. Each box revealed a rubbery surprise. He had catsuits, hoods, gloves, and briefs for both men and women. The supply was enough to handle the store for at least a month. There were bondage bags, twenty of them. He found that some had different features. Some had internal sleeves for arms; some had “D” rings and heavy rubber straps to completely immobilize the occupant. One box held straight jackets made from thick black rubber. There were dildos and vibrators in all different sizes. Latex party wears in several colors and styles; dresses, shirts, pants, and blouses were in two of the boxes. Several gas masks, Israeli and US, spilled from one medium size box. The plethora of kinky rubber that lay at his feet was turning on Bud.
He took a couple of armloads of stuff to the front and began stocking the shelves. He soon was sweating from moving all of the heavy stuff out of the back and onto displays but he was satisfied that he would be ready to open the store in the afternoon. Since the store theme was now latex oriented, he decided to pull on a pair of latex jeans and a white latex tee shirt as costume. Taking no half measures, he put a brief with sheath on before donning the outerwear. He pulled on some latex socks and pulled a pair of Wellington boots over his feet. As a final touch, He put on a pair of wrist length gloves.
He unbolted the door and flipped the sign
to open and waited for his first customer. An hour later the tinkle
of the door chime announced the arrival of someone. Bud looked up
to see a girl wearing leather. She stood at least five feet eight
inches. Long legs were encased in shiny vinyl boots with five-inch
heels making her a statuesque six feet one. She wore latex gloves
that he recognized as coming from the store earlier in the week.
She began to wander among the shelves.
She picked up one of the gas masks and turned it in her hands before putting
it down with a bit of a sigh. Next she wandered over to the rack
of bodysuits. She took the sleeve of one in her hand and felt the
texture of the shiny material. She held the suit to her nose and
breathed in the sweet latex odor. She looked at the price tag.
Her eyes seemed saddened as she let the sleeve drop.
Bud came up behind her and said, “I overheard
what you just said. I have some more stock in back that the wholesaler
gave me a really good price on. The suits are very fine quality and
I might be able to make a deal on one of them.”
The girl awoke as Bud passed smelling salts
beneath her nose. She became aware of the constant pressure exerted
on her entire body as well as the fullness of the probes that penetrated
her lower openings. She tried to speak but the rubber gag filled
her mouth. She struggled against her bonds, testing for weakness
and finding none, stopped. She darted her eyes fearfully back and
forth, taking in the limit of her obstructed view. She saw no clue
to determine her predicament.
He stepped to the wall and pulled a curtain back revealing a full-length mirror. The image the girl saw was completely alien. She had to concentrate completely on it to comprehend the fact that the black shiny alien pinned to the pole like some insect specimen was she. Her narrow waist accentuated the full hips and soft mounds of her breasts. Despite her fear, the nipples were hard and taught against the rubber skin. A binder held her arms in a slightly bent position that was not too uncomfortable. In fact as bondage went, the position could be maintained almost indefinitely. The constant pressure against every part of her was the main thing, and the inability to move. She couldn’t help becoming aroused by what she saw. She strained to move the intruder the probed her tight pussy as the surge of anticipation washed over her.
“I think you’ve seen enough so I’ll finish
getting you ready for display and move you to the front of the store,”
Bud finished polishing his new living mannequin to a high glossy shine and hung the yellow air tank on its bracket at the back of the display. He switched the console on and stepped back to watch the results. The girl suddenly felt the two probes erupt inside of her most private and sensitive crevasses. The sudden vibration and her already aroused state quickly brought an all-consuming eruption that spread from the center of her arousal to engulf her entire body in a shuddering climax. Only the restraints held her in place as she went over the edge of consciousness and went limp held in position only by her bonds. The vibrations shut off for the moment.
Bud was in such an aroused state from the show he had just seen, he pulled himself out of the trousers he was wearing and worked himself off in a most satisfying climax of his own. Panting, he went to the back and cleaned up. He checked the purse of his new employee and discovered her name was Carol. He came back to the front and reopened the store for business. He decided he had to get his male for the display as soon as possible.
“I’m new to bondage. Last night my
girl friend tied me up and put some sort of rubber hood on me. I
was really turned-on by the close fit against my head and the way it reduced
my hearing and cut off my sight. She did stuff to me that was so
erotic. I mean I didn’t know what she would do to me until she did
it. I was under her control kind of like this mannequin you have
here, you know?” The customer was looking at the display. The
breathing was light and even since the program was currently in a rest
“Well I had no idea just how much of this
stuff there was. I mean, I’m kinda’ new to this bondage thing and
well...” his voice trailed off as he scanned the store. “I mean,
I just didn’t realize there were so many different things available.”
Bud knew when to let the bait set.
He had cast the line. There was no point in getting too impatient and scaring
off the quarry.
“We do made-to-measure service too.
If you want better fitting things, that’s the way to go.”
Bud handed over the forms with the questions
and worked up the purchase-order for the items the fellow was getting.
Jim left the store and Bud called in the data sheets to the Institute. He needed another female bondage display to go with the male that he already had. He thought about the idea of taking turns in the display with his future partners. It would be Carol and himself for a week followed by Jim and Kathy, if he got his way. Of course Sundays would be free since the store was closed. He could think of lots of things a foursome could play with the stock he had in his store.
The suit was delivered three days later
along with more stock. Bud signed a draft over to the driver and
began uncrating the new stock. He placed his new female suit next
to the male one in anticipation of a call from Jim. He remembered
that it was time to take Carol out of her bondage after closing.
He dressed out in a full suit with sheath, pulled another suit on that
trapped his member between two layers of rubber, and went out to watch
Carol go through orgasm one last time before letting her out.
He began to loosen her binding. She
swayed and he caught her from falling. Her head rested on his rubber
shoulder and she slowly lifted her face to his. Fire in her eye she
moved to his lips and drove her tongue deep into his mouth. She explored
it; she played with his tongue; she sucked at his hot breath; she gave
him a kiss as no one had ever before.
She dropped to the floor, still shackled
at the feet. Bud removed the tubing and, using a solvent from the
Institute, pulled the seals that covered the built-in sheath. He
pulled the vibrator from the sheath and mounted her. He undid the
convenience zip from his outer suit and as his long black-clad probe sprung
forth, carefully mounted her at the spot just recently occupied by the
inanimate mechanical object.
The next morning Jim and Kathy came into
the store. Carol was behind the counter. Her red bodysuit was
covered with a black mid-calf skirt that hugged her legs provocatively.
Ankle boots with five-inch heels gave her an imposing stature. The
shiny red of her suit highlighted the exposed portion of her legs and formed
a deliciously sensual top. Her auburn hair fell loosely about her
“About that offer, Bud. We’re pretty
sure we want to take you up on it but Kathy wanted to see some of your
more enticing bondage stuff. She especially wanted to see that display
again. She saw your males earlier, but she really wanted to get a
feel for how a woman looks when done up in rubber suits.”
Kathy said, “Oh, please let me see her.
I mean those two guys were a trip but to see a woman’s figure in that condition
would, well, would, you know, let me know what I might look like under
As the two rubber-enclosed figures came out of the drug induced sleep, they found themselves looking at two mannequin-like figures dressed in shiny black latex and bound to the chrome poles. Jim tried to move closer and realized that he was fixed in his position. Awareness slowly penetrated into his drug-fogged mind and he realized that he was looking at an image of himself! He tried to speak but his mouth was gagged and he could only grunt softly. He realized that Kathy was the other figure. The unexpected bondage caused a stirring in his loin and despite his fear his lust betrayed him.
Upon seeing the stirring of his new mannequins
Bud quickly completed the process. He saw no need for explanation
this time. He unceremoniously slapped the gas masks to each face
and finished connecting the feeding and the breathing systems.
He and Carol wheeled the two new and unwilling employees to the store floor.
Bud said, “See you in six days. I’ll let your employers know you’re
on vacation for a while, a sudden death in the family.” He threw
the switch on the control panel and the two figures shuddered as the system
came alive. Bud saw the two figures reach the first of many satisfying
climaxes before he returned to the storeroom. Carol had things to
do at the counter and took no more notice of the two living mannequins.
She already knew what pleasure they were being subjected to and the thought
made it hard to concentrate on her work. She pushed her hand against
her spot to adjust the probe inside her. A delicious tingle coursed
through her and she knew that she was slick from her love juice.
Carol went in the back and found Bud was
dressed out in the first of the suits from the display built for his use.
“Can you finish getting me into the outer suit and strapping me into my
device. I haven’t even gotten to use it yet and I’m hornier than
ever from seeing you and now them bound to the thing.”
“Are you ready?” she asked. Bud fluttered his eyelids affirmative, the lustful desire very real in his eyes. Then she said, “It took a lot of work to get all of that gear on you. I mean four hours isn’t very much reward for the effort. I think I’ll put you on display for a couple of days.” She saw his head try to shake despite the bonds. He grunted a muffled protest as she clamped the mask to his face, connected the feeding tube and pulled the straps tight. The protest of his eyes as she put the mask in place was a little payback for the first time he put her into the display suit. Of course she knew that he would quickly come to love the suit and would indeed look forward to another turn in it. In fact she looked wistfully at his strapped and bound body before she wheeled him out to the two other displays.
She put him beside the girl so that her bound form was between the two men and switched on the equipment. She saw Bud rising to his first rubber-bound climax and savagely attacked the probe in her pussy. She dropped to the floor in a quaking release of passion as his figure strained within his bonds from his first trip to the rubbery Shangri La found in this bondage device. Now she wondered if she could wait for two days to release him so she could take him the way he had taken her upon her own release from the device. She knew that the wait would be best. She also knew that he would be even hornier for her warmth after the mechanical probes were finished doing their magic. She went back to the counter and as she heard the three living mannequins grunt noticeably, she sighed in envy.
Business was booming. Jim and Kathy quit their jobs the day that Bud released them from the bondage displays and swore complete loyalty to Carol and him. The four partners were working hard every day. At least two of them were working hard every day; the other two were taking a three-day turn in the display. Sundays were free days and the four would romp about the store developing some game or another. Soon they began to venture outside dressed in less provocative latex. They often received admiring comments and they were always quick to tell people where the store was.
Some of the more adventurous people began to browse the store and purchase wares. The word got around the party and fetish scene and soon Bud had more business than even some tamer stores. His floor was always crowded during lunch and early evening. Most customers were repeat business but he soon began to see new people many from the States or neighboring Provinces.
As winter came and the rains started, they went out in heavier gear, hidden beneath rain suits. They discovered wading and mud play during one of these excursions. The variety in latex play never failed to amaze Bud or his colleagues. They added waders and hip boots to their stock. The Institute sent him latex dry suits and suits with built-in waders to try out. He pulled four sets for himself and his partners and immediately put the rest on the floor. Bud even installed a large pit of mud behind the store for the customers to try out wading items before they bought.
Bud was dressed in his usual Sunday attire. That meant he was wearing a full rubber suit that had a sheath, a butt plug and attached socks, gloves and hood. The hood had the clear latex eyepieces and tubes in his nose. The gag was limply hanging from the mouth hole. He wore a second, heavier suit, over the first one. This suit had a convenience zip in the crotch that was closed. The hood for the suit hung at his neck since it had only nose and mouth openings.
Carol was helping pull the .40 mil wading
suit over Bud’s latex encased body. The heavy suit fit very tightly
and required quite an effort to get it on smoothly. After Bud had
shoved his feet into the two black holes of the bootlegs, she worked the
narrow waist over his hips. She adjusted the crotch of the suit.
Bud gasped as the heavy rubber pushed right against his jewels and the
rubber clamped against his hardening tool. He fed his arms into the
waiting opening at the shoulder and worked his hands and arms into the
sleeves. He pulled his hood from the second suit up to his face cutting
off his eyesight. Carol finished closing that suit’s back zip before
she carefully guided Bud’s head into the neckpiece of the wading suit.
The wading suit was actually an industrial weight Avon latex dry suit that
had boot feet in place of the usual socks. Bud had attached thick
gauntlets onto the sleeves and it had a very tight hood with a small oval
opening and would fit snuggly to the face with a waterproof seal.
Carol pulled on a pair of hip waders and took up a gas mask that Bud modified for this purpose. He had attached two hoses to the nose cup, one each for the inlet and outlet ports. The hoses were connected to a float that prevented them from slipping dangerously beneath the surface. Carol clamped the mask to his face and pulled the straps tight. She held the inlet tube opening against her palm while Bud sucked the mask to check for seal. He gave the thumbs-up sign of a good seal and Carol let the hose drop. She pulled his hands behind him and cuffed them in a spreader bar that would prevent him from getting to his cock should he weaken with desire.
She waded into the pit. The mud lapped at her thighs and sucked greedily at her legs as she positioned herself to help Bud into his planned position. She held his shoulder for support as he clumsily, because of the spreader, swung his feet into the pit. He waded haltingly to the center and sat with a plop in the center of the pit. The thick mud slowly rose around his sitting form as he sank into the glutinous muck. He pushed his legs out in front of him displacing more of the goo. It took some effort as the thick stuff resisted his intrusion. He leaned back into the tan stuff and let himself slowly sink beneath the surface. Carol watched, fascinated by the scene, as the yellow-brown mud slowly swallowed Bud’s shiny black form. The nose cup of the mask sank beneath the mud and only the two hoses, supported by the float, betrayed the location of the submerged rubber man.
Carol now pushed down on the chest of her lover and worked him deeper into the suspending muck. Bud felt the building pressure as he slipped deeper into the pit. All air within his suits was displaced as rubber pushed closer against his body. The plug in his rear probed deeper into his interior as the muck molded to his very shape. He squirmed and the probing instrument sent little shocks through him. His rock-hard member was straining for relief that he could not provide. He was buried alive in thick mud that covered him with eighteen inches of sludge. Isolated, in the dark, with only the constant presence of the rubber suit pressed against him by the mud, he contemplated his life.
The dream vividly filled his sensory deprived mind. Carol was beckoning to him from a heavy black rubber sack. He pushed himself into the vacant black hole beside her warm body and snuggled down into the sack made for two. She reached across his chest and closed the zipper that sealed him into the sack. Only his hooded head stuck out and her head was there next to his. She looked into his eyes and leaned over to lock her mouth to his in a deep lingering kiss. She pulled the convenience zip open at her crotch. As she pulled the zip at his crotch his sheathed glory sprung forth. She grasped his tool in her rubber-encased fingers and gently rolled it between the rubbery digits. Sensing his power about to peak she eased off of the massage and slid him into her waiting slit. The lubricated sheath inside of her pussy easily took his throbbing tool. The action filled her insides with hot rubber. She slowly rocked against him, the bag didn’t allow haste, and unhurriedly built to a shuddering climax. Bud responded as she squeezed against him and he pumped hot juices into the protective sheath. She actually felt his hot spunk as it filled the rubber protection. She kissed him happily and slipped into a light and contented sleep...
Carol actually saw the mud quiver slightly as Bud came in spontaneous ejaculation. She only guessed the cause for the slight rippling of the smooth surface but she imagined that was what the muscle-tensing surge of passion would look like when buried beneath eighteen inches of muck. Carol worked herself to her own release. She was temporarily satisfied but she quickly went about laying out her own wading/diving suit, spreader bars and gas mask. She looked at the clock and realized that Jim and Kathy weren’t due back from shopping for two hours. She decided that she couldn’t wait for them. She tossed caution to the wind and struggled into the suit as far as her waist. She attached the spreader to her legs and stiffly walked to the edge of the pit. She was carrying an eyeless hood, the arm-binding bar and gas mask with her.
Almost too late, she realized that she should leave a note for Jim and Kathy. She slowly struggled into the store area and wrote two notes, one near the phone and one for the door. Since the store had a security gate, she could leave the note on the outside of the door and not arouse too much curiosity. She penned the note: “It’s three PM. We are in the pit. Follow the hoses you’ll see on the surface and you’ll find our heads. We are completely bound and can’t get out without help. I’m sure we will both be ready for release when you get home. Please lift us from the pit. The keys to the bindings are on the top of the counter. Love you. Carol.”
She laboriously waddled back to the pit. One last look at the clock confirmed the two partners would be home in little over an hour. She pulled the hood to her face and was blinded. She made sure her nose and mouth openings were free and her breathing unobstructed. She felt for the sleeves of the wading suit and worked her hand into the tight rubber tubes. She ducked her head through the back and worked the hood into position. She felt for wrinkles and smoothed them out. She took hold of the lanyard that allowed her to pull the zip closed and tugged it across her back. She pulled the lanyard out of the zipper run. Her tight suit felt wonderful as it caressed her entire body. She eased herself down to the ground and let her feet slide into the pit. Just the sensation of the pressing mud on her lower legs whet her appetite for the coming adventure. She pulled the mask over her head and adjusted the straps. She held the inlet tube and checked for the seal. Finally she took the last irreversible step. She locked the arm-binding bar to her left wrist and slipped her right hand into the other cuff. She rolled the cuff against the ground and heard the satisfying snap as the cuff closed on the wrist. She dropped off the edge of the pit into the muck and waded out until she bumped against Bud. She backed off slightly and let herself drop into the pit. She slowly sank beneath the surface and in the building pressure from the surrounding mud, she reached another level of ecstasy.
Five hours later, Jim and Kathy were surprised to come home to no lights. Their surprise changed to wonderment and curiosity as they read Carol’s note. They went out back with flashlights and quickly saw two sets of black tubes, buoyed by floats, in the middle of the mud pit. Jim and Kathy exchanged looks and smiled to each other. They went back inside, changed out of the street clothes and had a leisurely rubber session of their own. It was midnight before they decided to take a break from their own fun and release the two friends from the pit.
The pit was a great success. Bud and Carol were exhausted from the slow but repeated waves of amorous feelings invoked by the extended session. They smothered each other with hugs while rinsing the mud off of the outer suits. They rubbed and splashed each other with the hose and soon had the suits clean of any muck. Even as they cleaned themselves, the touching and caressing that would normally have invoked a rise of passion and the resulting lust only amplified the extreme exhaustion and satisfaction resulting from the hours in the pit. They kissed each other playfully as they peeled off the restrictive suits then headed straight for food, water, and bed.
When they found out that Jim and Kathy
were home by eight but had let them remain immersed for another four hours
beneath the mud, they were quick to return the favor to Jim and Kathy the
next Sunday. They suited them up early in the morning and let
them stay submerged until after midnight. Any qualms in devotion
between the two couples were shattered in those two Sunday sessions in
the “Love Pit” as Carol fondly named it. Bud was a bit more pragmatic.
He called it the “Fuck Pit”.
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