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|Storycodes: latex; bondage; n/c-cons; slave; XX|
Spring was in the air but growing pains
were being felt at the Institute.
Across from Scott was Bill. He had seniority on Tom by all of five days. Bill was the researcher who had kept the victims of the punishment pool in suspension for three days. He was smart and grasped concrete concepts quickly, but he was a little slow on human responses and interaction. Bill was an engineer and helped design some of the equipment used at the Institute. Bill lived in one of the cottages with his family but his wife had yet to come onto the Institute grounds. The other four at the table were assistants to the section heads. Tom knew them by name but didn’t really associate with them. In fact there wasn’t really much association outside of the rubber experiments or bondage activities that were carried out on the grounds.
Leytecks sipped his water before continuing.
“The only problem is too many of us have spouses that don’t want to be
part of the project. I had hoped that inclusion would be spontaneous
once they saw how our project effected their mates but it hasn’t been that
way. I think we need to develop a stronger social bond within
the group. I want us to have a party. All couples will be invited.
We will refrain from any rubber activities during the first part of the
“We will have the most extravagant Y2K
Party in the country!” exclaimed Betty.
Betty’s comment was in response to the first sketches from one of them showing his ideas for the show. The shiny sheaths, along with the accessories that would cover the models, were truly a balance of simplicity and elegance. He planned multiple layers of black, red or blue bodysuits covered by wonderfully colored dresses or skirts and tops. Stylized hoods attached to the bodysuits framed the faces of the models. Betty got wet inside her own suit and felt that little wobbly twist in her stomach just looking at the pictures. After the fashion show, the party would take on its own direction. Some of the couples would demonstrate the softer side of rubber loving for those who stayed on. The general plan was for the displayed eroticism to wash over the more reluctant partners and they would melt with a desire to try out the allure of the sexy latex fashion in the room.
“Dear, you must come to this party,” said
Elizabeth picked up a plate and was preparing
to throw it. At the top of her arm swing she held and looked at her
Similar conversations took place throughout the off-site neighborhood as rubberized associates persuaded and cajoled their reluctant partners into going to the Millennium party. Scott secreted a case of rubber wear into the trunk of the car. He hoped fervently that he would have a use for it before the sun rose. He looked uncomfortable in his wool suit as he held the door open for his wife. She was a vision of modern fashion. She wore a simple gown that fell from her bare shoulders to the floor. Long satin gloves reached above her elbows. A shawl covered her shoulders against the night chill. Scott helped her into the car before trotting around to his side and getting in. They drove the five miles to the Institute gates and were waved onto the grounds. Elizabeth couldn’t control the tightening of her stomach as she entered the grounds of the loathed fetish complex for the first time.
The band played Oldies and a dance globe
rotated above the floor scattering light throughout the room. Scott
and his wife were at a table with Tom and Betty. Betty was asking
Elizabeth about some recipe or other while Tom and Henry were discussing
the chances for the Sonics since the Grizzlies left town.
Actually she was surprised to be enjoying the company of these two avowed weirdoes. She was surprised to have so much in common with Betty. In fact they were planning a shopping excursion to Vancouver later in the month. She had learned that Betty and Tom were married less than a year, although they had been together much longer. Tom had been a struggling research assistant to some PhD in the States when he took the job at the Institute. She got the impression from Betty that the rubber thing had happened only after they got to the Institute. She knew that was the way it was with Henry. He had come over to this place to investigate a missing person’s case and the next thing she heard was that he quit the RCMP and was working for this Leytecks fellow. She couldn’t deny the increased compensation the Institute provided but when Henry began to describe some the sexual nature of his duties, she had been appalled. Now she was in a room full of the rubber perverts yet she felt warm and comfortable. She was enjoying herself and they all seemed perfectly normal. In fact they were all very articulate and the party was certainly not boring.
Leytecks had made the rounds asking how
everything was and if he could do anything for them...the perfect host.
He complemented Elizabeth on her dress and stole her from Henry for a dance.
“You’re absolutely right. We do perform highly erotic sensory deprivation and control experiments here. If rewards weren’t provided to the subjects, they would probably go insane in a matter of hours. You see much of our testing really is about developing techniques to maintain sanity in closed places for very long periods of time. It happens that rubber is the perfect medium to simulate some of the desired conditions. Sexual arousal and gratification is a powerful tool toward maintaining mental stability,” explained Leytecks. “Of course, developing a fetish for latex and rubber is a side effect of the tests. I’ve been a firm rubberist for over twenty years and no harm has come to me. Considering the side effects of some drugs that are used to control human behavior, I consider rubberism pretty insignificant.”
Elizabeth listened intently to his explanation
and the first shadow of doubt concerning rubber entered her mind.
She even thought of what it would be like to be completely cut off from
the outside world. Being completely under the control of someone
else was a little frightening but that too had allure. The music ended
and Leytecks escorted Elizabeth back to her table. “I’ve kept you
too long from her friends and partner,” he said as he offered a chair for
her. Leytecks moved on to another table.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, Happy New Year! Hail the New Millennium!” cried out the hundred or so guests in unison. The band struck up Auld Lang Syne. Passionate kisses filled the room as couples vied for the best first kiss of the new century. Cheers, laughter and tears filled the room as people realized the impact of the moment.
“Okay everyone. We have a special treat,” Leytecks was trying to talk over the bustling cheer of the midnight passion. “I commissioned some of the best European avant-garde designers to show us a glimpse into the future with a special showing of New Millennium fashion. So without further ado let the show begin.”
A curtain flew open and a turntable stage
spun revealing the first creation. A stunning figure, tall and willowy
strode onto a catwalk that now bisected the dance floor. Gasps of
appreciation or surprise came from the congregated guests on either side
of the platform. The spotlight reflected off of every inch of the
clothing. She wore a body-fitting nightgown of soft blue-green washed
latex. The swirls of color fading to white provided the illusion
of being dressed in the surface of a sea. Elizabeth thought the sea
surface had been peeled right from the earth and wrapped around the model.
Her feet peeping out from beneath the dress skirts with the occasional
glint of black latex and black latex opera-length gloves enhanced the illusion.
“Next we see the best for those rainy days
we’re so accustomed to around here...”
Elizabeth was in awe at the display before her. As the parade of latex clad models continued, Elizabeth felt her panty dampen as her body betrayed erotic thoughts that began to intrude into the edges of her mind. She actually began to see some of the clothing being shown as practical and sensible for certain occasions. She didn’t see anything modeled that could be used only in the sexual context of rubber that she associated with her husband’s work.
The show finished after one and the knots
of people began to drift their separate ways some went off to side rooms
and rubbery pleasures; some just drifted into the night. Scott and
Elizabeth walked toward the door with Tom and Betty.
The men waited for their wives. They
pulled the two coats with hoods that Tom had brought out with the other
gear over their clothes and waited for the ladies.
The girls came out. Betty sexily
spun as she revealed a black catsuit beneath the coat. Elizabeth
just came over to Scott and hooked her arm through his. She looked
up to him with a distant gaze that he couldn’t read. “Let’s get out
of here,” she said firmly.
The drive home was silent as Elizabeth sat next to Scott. She looked out the window at the rain but said nothing. Scott tried to guess what was on her mind as she sat stonily silent. He knew better than to say anything and drove on in silence. They pulled into the drive. Elizabeth was out and heading for the door before he could even turn off the ignition. He was a bit worried about her taciturn behavior. He got out of the car, picked the box of gear out of the trunk and headed for the door.
Upon entering the house, Elizabeth stood
before him, legs apart and hands on hips. The tight coat hugged her
form. Its folds reflected the low hall lighting and drops of water
shone like jewels on the surface. A small puddle of water gathered
at her feet. “You’d better put that stuff in the box in its place
right now,” she said sternly.
“Hey Henry, where were you yesterday?”
asked Tom as Henry came into the administration building.
“Elizabeth went wild when we got home. She made me get into my suits, which I was happy to do. Next she went to the garage and got a bondage sack, hoods, gas masks, and just about everything. She shoved a big dildo up my ass and closed me back up. She pulled a blinding hood over my head and shoved me into the sack. Man I was hard and ready to pop as she climbed on top and began to grind herself against me. The sound of the squeaking rubber was incredible as she worked herself into a frenzy. I think she stuffed a dildo into herself and kept working on me because I heard her come at least twice before she opened the zipper and let my tool loose. She went right down on my sheathed cock and sucked my essence right out of me. Oh, what a sensation!
“I figured she was finished with me and would let me go but the next thing I knew was she closed all of the zips up and snuggled up to my encased body. She must have slept some but I was hot and only dozed fitfully. After a while she was on me again. This time she had loosened my tool and she impaled herself on it, pumping vigorously. Her juices lubricated the sheath and my woody was pounding in and out of her hot cylinder like a redlined piston. I exploded into the sheath again as she gripped me in her own convulsion of passion. I knew she would let me go now. I mean she had exploded at least four times and I had cum twice. She closed the zips again and left me. After a while I felt belts tightening about the sack and she soon had me bound in heavy straps that kept me from even being able to move in the sack. The convenience zip was available, though, and I serviced her or she serviced me until this morning. I’m glad the sheath had a catheter tube and she magnanimously gave me a chance to pee every so often. Still the sweat and the smell of old sex was overwhelming this morning when she let me out of my confinement.”
Scott continued, “She didn’t say a word
to me the entire time I was in that sack. But this morning after
she let me out and as I headed for the shower, she said, ‘The smell of
hot rubber sex must always be a part of our relationship. Now get
ready for work.’ I’ll tell you, I didn’t even know what day it was.”
That night Scott entered a house transformed.
Elizabeth greeted him completely encased in black rubber. The gas
mask gave her an insect-like appearance as she directed him silently to
the bedroom. The bed was covered in shiny rubber sheets. The
drapes were heavy rubber that kept the sun out of the room. She directed
him to the bathroom and showed him the enema equipment.
Henry doused himself three times to make sure he was completely clean. He pulled on the clothing set out for him, the sheathed brief with plug, and two suits with feet, attached gloves and hoods and his heavy wading suit. He was completely encased in thick rubber and these suits didn’t have convenience zips so his tool was buried beneath the layers of rubber with no hope of being sprung from the tight rubbery prison.
He walked into the bedroom to find Elizabeth holding a raincoat for him. He pulled it on and belted the coat at the waist. He was now a shiny black rubber alien, enclosed in the multiple layers of the sensuous material. She pulled the coat from the first night over her own body suit. She pulled an Israeli gas mask like hers over his hooded head and snapped a wide rubber collar about his neck, locking access to his hoods, pulled his arms behind his back and locked them in cuffs that allowed his hands to hang at his side but no more. She hooked a leash to the collar and tugged him toward the door.
She opened the door and walked boldly into
the pouring rain; Henry could only follow. She led him to the car, opened
the passenger door and shoved him in. She went around to the driver’s
side and got in. She pulled the gas mask from her head and started
To leave the island, no toll was collected
so they just parked at the jetty. Soon the boat pulled in and after
the two or three departing cars were off, they were waved aboard. The deckhand
noticed little out of the ordinary as the woman in the shiny black raincoat
drove aboard. He didn’t really notice the passenger. They sat in
the car for the journey to Vancouver Island. Elizabeth drove out
of the terminal area and into a parking area near the dock. She parked
the car, pulled on her gas mask and opened the door.
They walked out of the parking area and headed toward the downtown Ladysmith. Ladysmith is a very small community and the apparition that greeted the few residents willing to face the miserable weather was astounding, two black clad rubber aliens walking seemingly nonchalantly down the street. The lead figure was obviously a woman although she was completely enclosed in rubber rain gear and gas mask. She towed a man with a leash. Some of the people looked about as if to find a hidden camera. Some turned away in fear. None seemed to show disgust only puzzlement, or surprise.
The rubbery pair reached the beach and
began to walk along it. Elizabeth stopped and sat on a large driftwood
log. Henry sat next to her. She unlocked the cuffs so his arms
were free. They sat in silence for a long time as the rain pelted
their protected bodies. She hooked her arm around his and leaned
against him. Wet rubber on rubber rustled softly as her hot encased
body held him close. The eye lenses had splashes of water on them as she
turned to look at her rubber man. “Honey, how can you forgive me
for these last few months of rejection?”
She wrapped her arms tightly around him
and cheek to cheek they hugged. Squeaking rubber accompanied the
loving embrace of two in peace with their world. Oblivious to the surroundings
the two held each other, secure in the embrace of their protecting rubber
gear. A passing car slowed at the sight of the two lovers.
They got up from the log near the road and walked up the beach. Elizabeth steered them to the water and they waded into knee deep pools as they navigated around a promontory and found themselves in a private cove. Steep rock walls surrounded the beach on three sides. In the privacy of the cove they settled onto another driftwood log and communed with the beauty of the brisk stormy afternoon and their private thoughts. Elizabeth hooked her leg over his thigh and her inner thigh rested subtly against his crotch. She rocked her foot slowly. The motion sent erotically pleasurable waves through his loins. He held her in his heightened arousal, reached beneath her belted coat and stroked her inner thigh, rewarding her with a similar buildup in emotion.
The tide came in while they sat on the
log. Water lapped at their booted feet. Elizabeth was startled
out of her reverie. She nudged Henry. “It must be getting late.”
“I’ve got to try that!” Elizabeth exclaimed and she splashed impulsively into the water before he could say any more. She was up to her rubber-hidden breasts when a rogue wave slapped her off her feet. In a flash her cavorting excursion became all too real. She struggled against the tide as Henry waded out to her last position. Her head broke the surface and she drew in life-giving air before the water pulled at her again. Henry was there and reached for her. He caught her arm and pulled her to him. Elizabeth gasped and sputtered into her mask. She pulled it from her face and let the trapped water out. “That was kind of stupid. But what a thrill! My gosh, I’m spent.”
She fell into Henry’s arms. He pulled
himself and her from the water to sit with a thump at the edge of the lapping
waves. Elizabeth pulled her gas mask back on once she was safely
on firm ground. She ground herself into Henry’s legs and began to
rock against his slick black leg. The rubbing against his leg stirred
the dildo that was inside of her and pleasant shocks pulsed through her
as she worked her body against his. His own member stirred inside
the layers of rubber and he was soon riding on crests of long erotic pleasure
waves. The two were warm inside the rubbery cocoons and in each other’s
arms despite the cold water. As the two rocked themselves toward
bliss the wave action slowly sucked them into the sandy beach. As
Elizabeth reached shuddering climax, she found herself locked to Henry
by sand that had half buried them.
The pressing sand squeezed against his
suit and he drew new strength from the closeness of his rubbery lover.
He shot his load into the buried sheath and only his tensing muscles betrayed
his moment of joy to his wife. She pulled him closer still and they
lay in the comfortable depression of sand formed by their bodies and the
Henry and Elizabeth looked at each other.
“Well, we are in it now,” he said.
The Leytecks Project was one year long. There were over two hundred people participating in the project. After the New Year’s party every non participating companion had tried some latex gear and the conversions into latex were if not enthusiastic at least unanimous. Several decided to become full participants in the games played at the Institute while the rest at least played rubber games at home.
Leytecks was ecstatic over the success of his subtle conversion of the unyielding mates of his team members. Close on the heels of the party success was the further news that the “Rubber Tree Annexes” in both Vancouver and Edmonton had tremendous sales reports for the Christmas season. The living mannequins employed at the two locations were the obvious draws and sources of the brisk sales. Word soon got back to the Institute that new outlets would be opened in Toronto, San Francisco, and New York. This news was received with high hopes around the conference table.
Tom Henderson and Henry Scott watched the other key members of the group keenly as Leytecks received the report on the operations at the Rubber Tree Annex stores. He consulted with Bill at length on increasing production in the manufacturing operations to support the planned new outlets.
“Expanding production is not a problem.
We can divert test subjects over to production as needed. Most of
our research and development is about over anyway. I’m sure that
I can provide the appropriate stimulation at work stations to keep them
happy,” Bill said.
Leytecks went on to other things before
dismissing Tom, Henry and the other four assistants that were not part
of the inner circle.
Scott’s security team was scattered around the sides of the room, although he wasn’t aware of the need for their presence. The smattering of conventional clothing and visible faces from some of those that still lived off site was noticeable among the crowd of faceless shiny black figures. Scott stood at the back of the sloping theater auditorium floor and felt a twinge of uneasiness. He almost felt like this was a scene from some sci-fi movie, “The Body Snatchers” perhaps, came to mind. There was the mass of those that were of the body and the few outsiders that were so acutely obvious.
He rocked on his heels. He was, after
all, dressed in the uniform shiny black suit so he was “of the body.”
His deputy stood near him. The man had been in charge of security
until Scott had joined the group and he was still a little disturbed over
his demotion, even though he never showed his feelings to Scott.
Leytecks stepped from the off stage to
the center podium. A hush descended on the gathering in rapt anticipation.
“Yes, my friends, today marks the beginning of a new age in human history. Our work, your work,” he opened his arms to include the entire crowd, “has made this all possible. I have developed the perfect solution to all of human kind’s struggles. You are the lucky ones that will continue my work and bring about the change to the world. You shall continue to work in our production facility, creating the marvelous instruments of the future. Everyone shall enjoy the fruits as we make enough rubber suits and bondage sacks, enough VR hoods and gear to bring the joy and pleasure that you’ve experienced this past year to all the people in the civilized world!
“Imagine no war, no hate, no competition,
no worry. Only a world full of happy rubber lovers, living only for
the pleasure of the rubber world we have created. Our mission to
spread rubber love can’t fail. The message is so clear. We
The deputy quickly cuffed Scott’s wrists
and led him off. They found Elizabeth in the crowd, no easy task
considering she was dressed in the same shiny black uniform of the majority
and took her along to Leytecks office.
I have no idea what happened to our friends, Henry and Elizabeth Scott, after the meeting. For Betty and me it meant a new job. We were helping to spread the love of rubber to the entire world. Sometimes I would wander into the Observation Room that overlooked the laboratory the first time I saw my Betty engaged in the bath experiment. The room was now completely clear of any furnishing but there were long rows of shiny black pods, all properly plumbed and obviously holding people requiring punishment of some sort or another.
I knew how they would have been prepared. The victim’s hair would be completely removed, insides purged through enemas, medical catheters plumbed into the appropriate locations, tubing pushed down nose and throat to insure air and liquid nourishment. Two rubber suits would be pulled over their bodies, the thin one with the dildo for the ass and the dildo or stimulation sheath for the reproductive organs, attached socks, gloves, hood and the heavy VR suit with the electrodes and probes to stimulate the body. They would have the heavy VR hood pulled over the head completely cutting the outside world off before being placed in the tight bondage sack. The controls would be hooked up and the ride in rubber VR would begin for the duration of the punishment. I enjoyed that ride once that first month I was at the Institute.
The one puzzling thing about the room was the identity numbers on the sacks never changed nor were any of the sacks ever removed once they were in place. In fact it just seemed that a few new sacks would be added to the room each time I looked out onto the rows of black pods.
Sometimes one of the faces I recognized
from the work floor would be gone for no apparent reason. The security
guy would just shrug indifference if any of us asked about the missing
worker. I was happy to work the rubber suit production line.
Production bonuses were frequent and usually meant extended playtime in
the “Rubber Motivation Suite”.
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