It is two years since the conversion, that fateful month when my rubber-hating wife was converted into a dominant rubber mistress.  It seems just yesterday that I got home from the trip expecting to find a wife compliant and receptive to the lure of latex only to receive a call from the remote training compound telling me to get there fast for these had been a terrible accident.  They told me that Shirley was fine and resting but that I had better come there.  There assured me that the sizable tuition I paid, the hospital bills and a substantial compensation would be made.

I remember the long trip to the Idaho panhandle fretting that I had initiated this event but glad of the assurances that Shirley was fine.  When I arrived at the compound, I was over powered and taken struggling into the place where my conversion to a rubber 24/7 slave began.  My mistress I found out was my wife.  It was hard to understand the accident.  The shock at her complete immersion into rubber life and my new role as her slave spun through my head.  That was then.  That was two years ago. 

Well the truth is the fantasy of 24/7 begins to fade when confronted with a need to make bills and a living.  Yes, I wore rubber 24/7, usually a brief with penal sheath and discharge tube, legging and a sleeveless tee shirt under my street clothes at work.  I had to be careful not to expose my second skin in daily activities.  I always used a stall when doing personal business in public.  I watched what I ate to avoid any unusual troubles during the day.  This was especially true since I eventually had to wear a butt plug inside me while away from the house.  Mistress reminds me that its presence ensures me keeping my subservience to her ever present in my thoughts.

When I went on business trips, rubber went with me.  I had to log onto the Net every night to chat, receive instructions, and send Web cam shots to prove my complete rubber loyalty to my Mistress.  It was a hard regimen for a man still relatively young and in continuous arousal from the ever-present tight rubber.

I guess it was inevitable that I soon tired of the Internet connections and wanted to explore some of the kinky side of the towns I visited.  Atlanta and Chicago had plenty of opportunity to discover some real rubber domination.  New York, Washington DC, Los Angeles and San Francisco had their own fetish life.  I began to sneak out after the final log-off of the night.  I take the shots to send Mistress in the morning then slip out of the room to find the real action.

And so we come to now…

“Slave, I promise this will be your most erotic, your most intense experience of your life.  You may not even want it to end!”

Mistress Angelica (my wife) stood resplendent in her skintight catsuit.  Her gloved hand caressed my bare chest lightly and my nipples responded. 

“Trust me, Slave.  Let me take you to this most extreme rubber experience.”…

Our games had become a bit mundane over the years.  Well if anything in tight rubber and heavy rubber sex games of suffering denial then ultimate explosive lust can be called mundane.  So when Mistress suggested some additional ideas to liven up our time, I agreed.  She had my cock pierced and a small silver ring attached to the end of the piercing.  At first I hated the thing but when I discovered the thrill and intensity of the ring and stud raking inside a rubbery slick vaginal sheath or the feel of a tongue catching the thing and literally pulling the thing from the inside as I exploded eliminated all trepidations I had from the thing. 

When she suggested a couple of subtle studs in my earlobes, I agreed.  Two surgical stainless steel studs were pushed not through the soft lobes but the harder cartilage near the base of the ear.  A thin matching chain linked the two piercings across the back of my neck.  There was a permanent tension on the base of the ears and when I turned my head the perceptible pull provided an oddly erotic touch.  A little nameplate centered on the chain.  Before the installation I read the inscription, “Mistress Angelica’s Toy Forever.”

I was oddly pleased at this sentiment, though I had to keep the chain hidden during the day.  My first haircut was a bit embarrassing though the barber only commented that it was an interesting expression of love. 

On occasions when we visited the local fetish club, Angelica would attach a short leash onto the ring centered in the little nameplate.  I learned to follow her explicitly since even a gentle tug sent harsh reminders that the chain was connected to my ears.  In play, those tugs could be erotic and I soon loved the studs in my ears…

“Let me help you with the boot,” Angelica stooped at my rubber-clad legs and began to lace the crotch high ballet boots onto my legs, first the left then the right leg were squeezed inside the tight thick rubber boots.  The crushing shoe forced my foot into an extreme downward position.  The vice-like grip of the boots clamped my legs in continuously erotic hug from toe to crotch.  This was the third layer of rubber on my legs.

“Don’t expect me to do much walking,” I quipped.

“Not to worry, dear, you are not going to have to walk tonight.”

Angelica had started the session by giving me a thorough and very wonderful bath.  She actually acted as if I was the king for once as she bathed me with fragrant soaps and exotic feeling oils.  I felt a tingling massage on my entire body.  As part of the game, she blindfolded me and I could not see anything until she removed the blindfold. 

As she dried me with fresh towels and rubbed me dry I couldn’t help but feel the closeness of her aromatic body and the smooth touch on my skin.  This was definitely a different game from any before.  For once I thought I might be an equal for the first time in two years.

She had helped me to a seat and worked a very thin suit onto my body.  I felt the thin latex as it began to cover my limbs and eventually reached my crotch.  She slipped my cock and balls into a tight sheath, a cock and ball sheath with a very narrow rubber ring edged opening.  The cock raked the tight circle and the Angelica tenderly stretched and eased the balls into place before the tight ring snapped into place at the base of my scrotum, effectively locking my love wand in the sheath.  The tight rubber caressed and inevitable arousal just increased the tactile pleasure from the tight stretchy rubber.  The slippery inside let them into the rubber prison so easily.  I felt her fumbling and tugging on my cock and I tensed.

“Easy, my lovely rubber man, I need to work the ring and the stud on your cock through the tiny slits in the sheath.”

Then I felt the easing of a plug into my ass.  This plug seemed so much larger than others but its narrow neck allowed my muscles to close over its base comfortable though the presence of the monster inside was very noticeable and sent shivers through my whole being.

She continued pulling this suit on my body.  It seemed to be sleeveless and had shoulder straps that slipped easily over my shoulders.  I felt a hard tug on my pierced nipples as she slipped them through some small and tight reinforced slits in the chest of the suit.  The piercings effectively locked the nipple tip outside of the suit.  I could tell my nipples were erect and prominent.  Cool air wafted the exposed nubs while the building heat of the rubber beneath provided stark contrast and awareness of the exposed points of aroused flesh.  I felt her soft glove easily slide over one of the tender things and I shuddered in anticipation.  She gave it a hard, quick pinch and my, “Ouch.” Made her giggle.

“What!”  I snorted.

“Oh, you really love it so,” she said. 

I waited in darkness as Mistress slowly adjusted the rubber and smoothed it out.  I shuddered from her touch and wondered at the delights ahead.  Now I felt her pulling another garment up.  I could tell this was a bit heavier rubber but it also seemed to only be a brief.  When she got it to my cock and ass, she worked the aroused cock into a series of tight rubber bands.  I couldn’t tell how of these bands were part of this device, but I knew there were at least four of them…probably more as they tightly gripped my cock.  The last band fit right at the base of the head of my enraged cock.  I felt the bulging head squeezed by the sheath and the shaft encased in the multiple rings.  Then she slipped another series of rings over my balls, binding them tightly.  A slow pain swelled from my crotch as the things were encircled in a tight rubber vice.  The shaft was covered in heavy stiff rubber but the head was open to delights in its much thinner rubber.  The stud and ring were seated against the outer rim of the ring just behind the aroused head, kind of locking the cock in position.  I admit that I was only guessing at this from the feel.  But the touch and feel were very real and that was the only explanation I could think.

Mistress began to work a much heavier suit onto my body.  The suit was tight and the rubber thick, stiff and cold.  I felt it gripping my legs as Angelica worked the thing up.  As my body heated the suit, I could tell it was more pliant to my movements but the most restricting rubber suit I had ever worn.  She had me stand to pull the suit over my hips.  I felt my cock slip into another sheath and Mistress again worked the ring and stud through some reinforced opening at just the right place. 

“Put your arms out.”

I obeyed and felt two long gloves roll onto my arms.  The gloves went to my armpit.  Then the heavy rubber of the suit was being worked onto my arms.  The inside of the suit was very slippery with a gel and the rubber against rubber slid effortlessly onto rubber-clad arms.  My fingers and thumbs easily glided into waiting tubes of very thick and stiff mitts.  My fingers were comfortably curved and separated but I could not bend or close them into a fist.  I touched my leg and could tell the hands were locked into two useless paddles of thick foam filled rubber.

“Don’t ask me to give you a massage in these things, I’d be all fists.”

“I can handle that, Dear.  Gawd, you look so grand and it’s only half done!”

Mistress pecked my cheek.  “You’ll see soon enough.”

The suit pulled to my chest and I felt a hard pinch as Mistress squeezed then released what had to be clamps at the base of my nipples.  I remembered the two rings piercing the base of those nipples.  By the time she had them added I was ready for about anything.  Again there was some fumbling around the nipples and a subtle snap.

“There, the rings are now through the nipples slits.  Those silver loops look so good against the shiny black!  MMMMMM,” Mistress said lovingly.  She fumbled at my nipples a bit.  “I cemented little latex patches over your nipples, now only the rings are exposed. ” 

I felt a tongue pulling on the rings and sucking my nipples through the rubber and I shuddered.  Gawd, I thought, this is already more than I imagined.  My rigid cock was aching for attention.  I put a mitt to the thing but to no avail.

“Stop that!”  The sudden change in tone surprised me but I knew Mistress was right. 

I waited for what came next.  Mistress closed the back zipper of the suit and I felt its tight caress increase. 

“Now I have to strap your legs down so I can close the built-in corset of the suit.”

I felt wide straps on my legs tighten against my thighs.

“Are you sure the suit needs a corset?  This is already pretty darn tight.”

“Don’t question my taste in rubber, Slave.”

Again the tone seemed to change some.  I realized that I was pretty helpless with the mitts on my hands.  I relaxed and let Mistress work on the back of the suit.  I felt the increasing tightness as the corset slowly closed. 

Behind me Mistress carefully threaded the loops with high-strength wire.  She pulled the thing closed and finally she clamped the wire and cut off the excess.  She tucked the wire clamps into a little pouch designed to hide them and sealed it shut.  I didn’t know this turn of events and the obvious permanence the action she had done implied.

Now I felt binders locked to my hands.  I was sitting on the stool strapped at the legs and hands locked.  I was helpless.  The blindfold came off and the light stunned me.  I was centered in a brilliant pool of light.  The mirror before me revealed my transformation into some sort of gleaming rubber doll.  The light played on the polished rubber.  It made the black look even deeper.  The rubber hid the flaws that are human behind shiny rubber perfection.  The glint of the silver rings on my chest and at my aroused cock served to emphasize the total blackness of the rest of my form.  I was an erotic ebony statue of lust, a shiny black sacrifice to the altar of rubber submission.  I felt pre-cum adding to the slick interior of my sheath and shuddered a hundredth time in the last minutes…or so it seemed.

Now I had a new thought.  This suit had to be expensive!  I know the various piercings had cost but now I really wondered what was going on.  And my hair was gone too!

“What do you think?  You like your new look?  You like the new gifts I got you?”  Mistress walked around me, she rubbed against me and I let the serious thoughts fade as carnal lust took hold.

“Yes, Mistress is too kind.” I grunted deeply.

“Well, we’ll see about that later, dear.”  Mistress smiled and let a crop tease my chest.

“Now for the first hood.”  Mistress took an open face hood and slipped it over my hairless head.  I mean I wasn’t just bald, the eyebrows and lashes were gone too!  It had anatomic ears that fitted against my lobes and then some sort of plugs slipped deep into the ear canal. The studs actually seemed to keep the plugs in place.  Sound snuffed off.  I looked questioningly and said, “I can’t hear.”

“The plugs are necessary to keep out fluid.”  I heard Mistress’ voice through a mechanical device inside the plugs.  “See you can hear me perfectly.”  The studs provide an antenna link to a miniature transmitter in the plugs.

I nodded.

“Open wide.”  Mistress held a menacingly large rubber gag that seemed shaped to fit the inside of a mouth perfectly.  It had a round three quarter-inch diameter opening in its mouth and the opening seemed to pass all the way through the thing to the back.  I opened my mouth and the huge thing passed my lips.  It filled my mouth.  I grunted as I gagged on the thing.  My tongue found a little rubber pouch to slip into and when the thing seemed to be breaking my jaw, my teeth found slots to close into.  The reflex to bite down was too much and I closed my mouth over the thing.  When I tried to open again my teeth were locked into the gag by the suction.

“I didn’t have you visit my dentist only to have your teeth checked and impressions for the fun of it.  This custom gag matches your mouth perfectly.  I’m sure you’ll find it quite comfortable, eventually.”

Now the first terror of the night flashed in my eyes.  “Eventually,” I thought I said with a grunt. 

Mistress stood beside me.  “Not to worry my dear.  I’ll going to take very good care of you.  You are after all my personal rubber toy.”

I knew struggle was in vain but I tried and soon gave up.

The hood that was attached to the suit was next.  Mistress quickly pulled the tight rubber thing to my face.  The earplugs worked deeper into the canal.  Mistress worked long tubes into my nose.  I could feel the things working slowly into my throat.  She pumped little bulbs and the tubes filled with air and locked into place.  She checked my breathing, now unsteady and rapid.

A bright silver ring seemed to frame my mouth like a surprised, “Oh!”

I thought the expression was quite accurate.  Mistress closed the suit up completely and the hood clamped against my face.  I stared at the shiny ebony figure strapped helplessly to the stool and realized the figure beneath the sensuous shiny rubber was I and I shook with lust despite my fear.

“Oh, he does love it so,” I heard through the comm. link.

Mistress wrapped a thick padded posture collar around my neck.  I had to lift my head to the sky to cradle my skull in the nesting saddle of rubber-lined steel.  The spring of the collar snapped it shut as Mistress placed it.  The locking hasps seemed to disappear inside the mechanism.  I wondered if it could come off in terror.  I tried to move my head but could only manage slight side-to-side movement.

Now Mistress took up a black rubber snake.  Well it looked like a snake.  “Now you have to follow my directions clearly.  You must swallow as I push this into your mouth.  Otherwise it won’t go down your esophagus.  I’d hate for you to choke before all of the plans I have for you are complete.  You see, this tube will be your food source while you are in the bondage.”

I could do nothing but accept the slippery thing as she fed it into that terrible mouth circle.  I grunted and felt gag reflex but I swallowed and the thing slid down my throat.  A little twist at the end of the tube and it locked with a snap onto the ring in the gag.  She pumped a little bulb and I felt the thing sealing itself inside me.

Mistress stood back, hands on hips and nodded admiringly.  She picked up a sort of gasmask.  It was a standard military combat mask attached to a hood.  The outlet cup was modified to mate with the feeding tube but the exhaust slits were still beneath the opening.  It had two round eye ports to see out of, a nose cup that would fit the tubes protruding from my nose and an opening for the feeding tube to seat against from the inside.  It had two inlet ports in each cheek like any gasmask.  A curved metal neckpiece in the base of the hood would obviously mate with the collar.  She pulled the thing to my face from behind.  She carefully adjusted the breathing tubes to the nose cup.  She pushed the mouth to the feed tube and I heard the vibration of the snap in my ears, that kind of inside hearing you retain even when the ears are plugged.  She closed the zipper of the hood and the ring aligned with the collar.  The snap of the collar locking to the hood I felt but didn’t really hear.  Again the fear of the permanence and the conflicting power of the enclosing rubber suit twisted me in all directions at once.  I could hear the popping of rubber gasket valves as I breathed in and out.

Mistress picked up a controller and pushed a button.  My view went opaque.  “The mask has two polarized perplex lenses in each eye port.  When I push the control one of the lenses in each eye rotates out of phase, cutting off your vision.  The outer lenses are treated with mirror coat so they are always a nice shiny silver.”

My vision returned.  Now I was a rubbery alien soldier, blank silver eyes staring back at me, waiting for my mission to the stars.  Again the expense of this whole game shook me.  Mistress came forward and rolled an extra flap from the suit up over the mated edges of the collar and mask.  Mistress pulled a “second skin” hood over the gasmask.  This hood matched the eye ports, snout and inlet ports perfectly.  She cemented the exposed edges of the hood’s opening to the mask.  Then she finished rolling the suit’s neck rubber over the outer rubber hood’s neck.  She finished zipping the suit  closed then used rubber cement to seal the seam to the outer hood of the mask.  As I watched, she added more cement to parts of the suit with exposed zippers and she sealed little flaps smoothly to the suit.  Again the permanence was frightening.  But I couldn’t do anything now.

I noticed more details as I surveyed my plight.  Silver rings protruded from strategic parts of my shiny body.  Rings at my wrists sat in the center of obviously heavier reinforced rubber cuffs.  Still the smooth transition to the rest of the arm easily disguised the reinforced connection point.  Similar thick bands held rings at above my ankles.  My waist had a wide reinforced rubber belt with crotch supports and shoulder straps similar to a parachute harness built into the suit with rings attached.   Again I marveled at the smooth transition of the outer material that effectively hid the added implements from any but the most observant observer.  My cock quivered inside the multiple bands and rubber that hid its purple enraged head, erect and ready.

Mistress switched the mask off again.  I waited as I felt something attached to my wrists.  The arms released but before I could put my rubbery palms to my hood, I felt my arms lifting over my head.  The straps of the legs came off and now I was dangling.  My arms ached and I thought they’d come out of the sockets.  This was really too much now.  But soon there was new support at my waist and between my legs, as the waist harness seemed to take my weight from the arms.  Still they were taut and I couldn’t move.  Then my arms spread above my head in an outstretched “Vee”. 

The view returned and I saw my arms overhead held by chains.  Chains came from an angle from the ceiling and held my waist and torso at heavy rings that were built into a thickened section of the suit that was well concealed but distributed the weight evenly like a swing seat.  My rigid cock stood taller.  I couldn’t help it.  Mistress watched me hang there and smiled.

She came to my hanging form and snapped a tube onto the rear of the suit.  The comm. link crackled, “Your relief tube for excrement.”

She fit another tube to a small protrusion at the tip of the cock.  “Your relief tube for piss and cum.”

She picked up a small little ball on a chain.  The shiny ball led in her hand.  “A little something for that cock ring.”  She snapped the weight onto my swollen member and it took the weight and the pain shot through me.  My aching cock hung down from the weight but the raging erection didn’t subside. 

She snapped a chain to the nipple rings and hung a small weight in the middle.  I shuddered.  “Something more for you to think about.”

She attached lengths of tubing to the inlet ports of the gasmask.  I sucked hard for air but the long winding tubes seemed constricted.

"I can see that you're having some difficulty breathing, Bill." she muttered, connecting then tugging on the two long corrugated rubber hoses that would maintain and so overwhelmingly govern my life from now on. With a rapid twist of each wrist on the hose's locked to the inlet ports. Thirty seconds passed while she watched my staring eyes through the multiple coverings. My chest heaved desperately to get air into starving lungs; but the inner masks sucked even more tightly against my face when I attempted to inhale.  She switched on the oxygen-enriched air supply then again watched closely. Now, my lungs were forcibly filled and allowed to exhaust themselves, thanks to the compression of the corset and suit, before being re-inflated. I was but the body inside an isolated rubber world, almost a human robot, encased in rubber. My eyes closed in relief. At the regulator, the breathing bag slowly inflated and deflated in cadence with each breath.

My breathing was measured by the cycle of the forced inflation system.  Terrifying thoughts coursed through my mind as I hung in my rubber prison.  I trembled in excitement and fear as every possible fantasy rushed through my mind.  Was this some extreme test of my love and devotion for my Mistress?  Was this just the beginning of an incredible night to remember?  Was this the beginning of some incredible week of concentrated rubber lusting?  Was this punishment?  That thought spread and so did a dread.  Had she discovered my cheating?  And if she did, what was this elaborate game the beginning of?  My stomach lurched and my arousal surged.  Gawd if this was some rubber-encased punishment, how does it end?

Now she began to attach other rubber insulated lines or tubes to parts of the suit.  Each nipple ring received a little wire connection.  I didn’t see her attach the wire to the cock ring but I was sure she put something there too.   I assumed there was something attached to the shaft stuck up my ass as well.  It only made sense, but to what end was this elaborate play unfolding as I hung

 “Now I bet you wonder where all this came from and why I am taking such elaborate measures with you.”

I nodded as best as I could in the collar.

“I know all about your cheating on me during trips.  You have been very naughty.  For all I know you might have caught something, though I doubt it if you were rubberized.  But that doesn’t matter.  What does matter is you’ve been unfaithful to me.  I gave you my love.  I became your rubber mistress.  I embraced this fetish and you betrayed me.

“Well, buster, it’s payback time.  I’m going to break you down until your only desire will be to live in rubber and be my rubber plaything.

“Money, I inherited a bunch of it three months ago.  It was only for me and I opened a separate account for it.  We will never be hurting for money.  You won’t need it and I have all we need. 

“This suit has some very special features.  The cock rings will massage and pulse your tool.  Your balls will be squeezed and massaged as well.  The vibrator in your ass will make sure you are aware of the extent of your deprivation.  You will feel electric pulses in your nipples, your cock, and your ass…in fact many places.  The suit has very heavy and secure rings attached at you shoulders, wrists, arms, waist, legs and ankles.  And for the ultimate disappearing act, since I can’t have you hanging around the dungeon in plain sight, well…”

The floor beneath my dangling figure opened up to reveal a hidden vault.  I started dropping into the pit.  Mistress went down a ladder and pulled chains up to connect my ankles and thighs.  These chains ratcheted tightly and suspended me between the padded walls.  I saw cameras in eight locations, trained to view me from any angle.  The red lights made eerie shadows on the wall.  Mistress hooked up all of the tubing, then she gave me a peck on the head and she was gone.  I hung between heaven and hell.  The floor below so far away, the ceiling above mocked my plight.  I saw my suspended rubber glory in the mirror at my face.  The blank silver lenses stared back at me in the reflection but I knew that beneath the shiny impersonal rubber layers was a life, my life, and I was at the mercy of some computer controlled environmental system and a Mistress I didn’t really know anymore.  I shuddered in my bonds.

“The comm. link sputtered to life as the floor closed above me.  “Have fun, Rubber Toy.  I’ll be watching.”

Mistress Angelica busied herself with the final task of concealing her deed.  She put flanged bolts into the chain links that were sitting in the little recesses in the floor.  These flanged collars easily supported the weight below when she unshackled the chains at the floor.  She fit a metal plate cover for each recess to match the floor surface.  Then she pulled a large throw rug over the pit.  This rug covered the metal plates and the trap door that accessed a ladder on one wall of the pit.  For good measure she dragged a bondage table onto the rug.

“Rubber Toy is going to be in that pit a very long time,” she said to herself.  She went to her phone and dialed a number.

“I’m available tonight, sweetie.  The usual rate $200 an hour but you know I’m worth it.  You’ll be driven into a rubber fantasy you won’t want to end.”

Mistress Angelica didn’t need the work.  Her inheritance was plenty but why waste such a fine talent, she thought as she waited for the “John” to come.  Tonight would be special, the idea of working a John while her cheating husband was bound in unending rubber bondage below…Gawd this was going to be a night of nights

She remembered to call Bill’s office earlier to report her husband’s sudden decision to quit.  Since he had no family to speak of and no close friends to question his disappearance, he was as good as dead.

The red light faded to opacity and suddenly my cock was in pain from the hanging weights and electric pulses.  The thick rings kneaded my aching tool and to work the inevitable magic.  I felt the zaps in my nipples as the suit fucked me.  I was aroused.  Even with that weight, my cock tried to stand at attention.  I quivered in the chains.  I could nothing but endure the assault to my senses as the suit raped me. 

The plug and phallus electrodes suddenly ignited! Shocks first twitched, then coursed with revolting pulses through my most sensitive flesh.  Now, howling incoherently against my gag, I writhed and shook dementedly while I was disciplined; but the punishment got much worse! My inner thighs started to shiver and jerk uncontrollably when more electrodes came to life, making struggle and jerk even more strongly against my bonds.  The ring immediately at the base of my enraged head began to vibrate fiercely, rapidly driving me into shivering and writhing fits of excitation while a wail of desire and arousal pushed up my throat.   Now I discovered another evil secret of the suit.  When the silent yell of lust flowed from my throat, something in the collar sensed the muscle contraction.  A sizzling series of painful electrical pulses were unleashed through the piercing that bisected my cock, passing directly through the now supersensitive nerve centre of sensual universe!  Hot bolts shot into my nipples as I twitched in the bonds.  Simultaneous jolts shot through my tender ass, as that plug sent bolts of lightning that joined the pulses attacking my tender balls.  My tongue burned as electrical current passed into it.  I tried to pull it back from the source but that rubbery chamber held it tightly.  The pulse surges united in one attack through my crotch.  The pain was acute and totally unexpected, and I screeched in silent agony as my legs jerked spastically against the restraints.  It went on and on!  Those weighted balls swung with my tortured jerks, pulling on my cock, tugging at one nipple than the other in their swinging traverse.  My masochistic desires were overwhelmed!  I was panting hard in desire.  Tears ran from my eyes as the sexual pleasure/pain cycle filled my universe.

I thrashed and pulled at my bondage and then just as the thing was about to push me over the some demented edge, everything went still…I screamed a silent scream into the gag.   The horrible discipline stopped!  Desire surged inside me!  And now I panted in my mask.  I sucked the air as I hung in aroused frustration.  Then it all started again.  The fucking, the pain and thrashing, the tension and frustration all built to that unendurable edge as I writhed in the torture.   I strained to remain silent under the onslaught I was subjected to; knowing that my silenced screams would invoke the electricity.  I bit hard onto the deep gag pad, but it was a hopeless attempt.  I groaned and screamed, as the electronic sentinels attached to my throat and collar unleashed more punishing electrical pulses through my cock, ass, tongue and nipples. I couldn't stop the screaming, and the electrical pulses higher and higher until again I was driven from awareness in an agony-illuminated burst.

The pleasure torture of lust, a pleasure torture of pure unadulterated rubber fantasy turned my insides to raging fire.  Wild thoughts of fantasy surged through my demented mind.  My air cut off and I gasped for breath as my cock throbbed, then air flowed into the mask.  Gawd, I was throbbing.  I couldn’t see but I knew my cock was raging and thrusting in its rubber prison.  The weight seemed nothing compared to the animal lust coursing through me.  I hung there tugging and pulling at my bonds.  I grunted and thrashed in empty space.  I writhed in pain pleasure ecstasy and frustration.  The cycle started again. 

Unfortunately for me, the computer monitored me carefully while I was being conditioned by the continual stimulation /punishment regime. Time after time it shut down the various inputs, just as I was on the verge of detonation; leaving me to curse and scream silently into my gag, writhe in trembling desire and then whimpering desolation.

I knew that I descended into the depths of a personal hell that permitted no respite or release.  My Mistress had planned this game thoroughly.  I knew she would keep me in this torment until her desire for revenge was fulfilled.  In my loins, the fire of electricity ebbed and flowed.  My masochistic fantasy raged in my tormented mind.  My wild struggling and writhing, bouncing there in isolation in mid-air, quickly disoriented me from whatever grasp of reality I previously had.  I was forced to concentrate my full attention on my tortured erogenous zones.  The electro shocks changed constantly in cadence and strength until I was a raving madman.  I passed out from the intense agony. How long was I out?  I came back to awareness; but it was only to be assaulted again! With a slow and deliberate movement the rings on my cock squeezed and massaged in a diabolical mechanical symphony.  They began to increase in tempo of squeezing and massaging my enraged phallus relentlessly, until my cock was the shaft of some bizarre engine of pressure, pain, and pleasure!  Along its girth, the hugging rubber rings raked my sensitive and taut skin, teasing me again to higher and higher planes of agonizing sexual arousal.  I thought that I would go utterly crazy from the turmoil of the sensations being forced into my mind.
This process continued unabated for long hours, until I was crazed with a desperate need to achieve release, then finally, with a burst of completely unendurable sensations, I was willingly forced over the edge to a titanic orgasm.

My air shut off as I plunged into a bottomless abyss and a raging and explosive blast of carnal lust.  I shook in the bonds. 

“AAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!” I know I wanted to say that as the surge of erotic lust spread from my loins to wash my body in pulsing bursts.  The orgasm just rolled and rolled as I shook, strained and moaned into the gag.  I thought the orgasm would never end but we all know it must.  The heavy rubber was tested and held.  I shook as the raging orgasm ebbed and rose in seemingly unending waves.  Stars flashed in my blinded eyes.  A fiery blast of magma turned my entire body and mental core into a flooding plain of scintillating sensation and I passed out in an overwhelming tidal wave of whirling starbursts mixed with the white-hot lances of searing, agonizing shocks. I hung limply unconscious while the torments tapered off.  At some point the airflow began again and I slowly regained consciousness. I twitched, gasped, and sobbed with relief at the momentary cessation of the assault while still hopelessly struggling to free myself.

Mistress exploded as she worked the vibe in her pussy and watched Rubber Toy cum in his prison.  She watched, as he seemed to pulse in explosive lust and pumped an endless stream of cum into the collection bag hanging to the side.  She never knew a man could have such a protracted orgasm!  The John was due any minute now.

I fell into exhausted sleep as I hung in my bonds.  When I woke, it was to experience another horrifying sensation. From the hollow plug deep inside my anal sphincter, a flood of lukewarm water surged up into my corset-compressed belly! I screamed raggedly as my bowels filled, causing a discomfort that I never realized could be felt, as I suffered the first of many huge, forced enemas. Panting and gasping the oxygen-enriched air pumped through my mask into my lungs, I squirmed helplessly from the pain and terror, unable to escape the intimate torturing.  My cock was raging hard.  Its aching desire competed for my attention with the enema treatment.  My entire lower body melded into one monstrous center of carnal focus.  To add to my discomfort, at the end of each enema cycle, electrical shocks surged through all of my piercings and the heavy weights swung as I shook in the bonds.  The inexorable attack transfixed my thoughts on relief of my super-sensitized phallus.  I never knew limits of a man’s cock as the focal point of erogenous desire until now.  Stifled screams raged from my steel rubber-encased throat.  Then everything ceased again. 

I felt fluids pulsing down my throat and filling me as I hung.  The cycle worked in a way that filled me yet left me wanting for taste, for anything to indicate I was alive.  I could smell nothing.  I tasted nothing.  I was a rubber alien machine in my bondage.  My vision returned and I saw me there, cock still rigid and wanting, hanging there.  Then the fuck/torture cycle began anew and I watched myself in the mirror being taken into my deepest rubber avarice.  I had no control as I submitted to the rubber lust that had no end in sight.   I eventually fell into a rubber-crazed stupor of exhaustion and the punishment mercifully stopped. 

When I finally returned to full awareness much later, still suspended in darkness and swinging slightly in the bonds, I realized that it hadn't been a bad dream! I was a prisoner; gagged, blinded, silenced utterly, and helplessly bound, with no way to escape from the woman whom, until now, I'd regarded as my constant at home to keep me happy when I wasn't on the road.  My nipples burned fiercely from the electrical pulses in the piercings and the constant of the weight pulling the things.  I screamed anew in despair and again the automatic discipline cycle that my attempted screams triggered off punished me terribly.

There was nothing I could do to stop the process!!!

More screams of hysteria tore from my heart when the imperative impulses of electrical energy increased in intensity, making my sensitive cock and balls turn into horribly painful sensory organs. The shocks pulsed through my ass.  I could do nothing to stop the cycle.  Once more, the plug buried in my ass and the rings on the shaft began their irresistible manipulations, making me thrash crazily in suspension while I was forced to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.  I had heard there was a way for a man to achieve multiple orgasms.  I remembered the ads touting, “Learn the secret of staying power and multiple pleasures!”  I don’t think this torture was the recommended way.  The sealed pit resounded only to the clattering sound of the flailing chains, for my strangled shrieks were kept fully contained within the masks, helmets and the looping air hoses.

Finally, eons later, I realized that I'd probably slept after passing out.   Despite still being enveloped in utter blackness, I could now feel myself moving as I was lowered to the pit floor.

Mistress, with chilling efficiency, silently laid Rubber Toy to the floor.  She set him right inside the center of the rubber bondage bag.  She made sure all of the connection and life sustaining umbilical cords were straight and operating.  She slid each mitt-appended arm into internal sleeves.  She closed the heavy rubber sack around her prisoner, sealing his rubberized body in even tighter rubber.  She attached hoist chains to rings on the bag, lifted Rubber Toy and swung him over to a thinly padded platform.  She lowered him onto the “bed”.  Then she immobilized the sack with tie down straps through the multiple rings along its circumference.

“Sleep tight, my Rubber Thing,” she said leaning over the masked head that protruded from the tight bag collar ring.  She pecked the snout of her rubberized victim.  A slow tear filled the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek.  She pulled an additional rubber sheet over her rubber-entombed slave.  She tapped a few keystrokes at the terminal and hit the “enter” key.

I was sealed in a tight rubber cocoon that kept me completely immobilized.  The lenses shifted and I saw Mistress standing over me.  Sweat trickled and flowed evenly inside my rubber uniform.

The comm. link crackled to life.  “Sleep tight, my Rubber Thing.”  She leaned over me and I think she kissed the snout of the mask.  I saw the shimmer of a forming tear in her eye as the view went dark.  Another layer of something covered me.  Tight rubber pressed and squeezed me in the darkness.

Beneath the imprisoning cover of the thick rubber sheet, my horrid new Uniform equipment came to life again. With gag-strangled pleading screams and gasps, I surged insanely against my implacable bonds. Again and again, the needling electrical currents, the pulsating rake of those rings, and the vibrating plug in my ass ravaged me.   My compressed abdomen seemed to swell to enormous size when it filled first with ice-cold then sweltering hot water.  My hands and arms strained against the sleeves while I struggled vainly to free them, tear away the mitts and suit that held me in disciplined captivity.  I spasmed continuously against the sturdy bonds.  I wallowed in despair and self-loathing of my existence.  My cock strained under the continuous attention, pressed hard to the heavy rubber sack.  Again, I felt the surge of carnal explosion and my torment exploded in brief ecstasy as I unloaded another hot blast of cum into the slippery sheath!

Mistress paused at the edge of the pit and watched the writhing, rubber-encased, imprisoned thing struggle to escape, or just ease his distress and discomfort the smallest bit.  She knew that if his breaking and training encapsulation were to be fully effective, the lessons would have to be constantly applied, despite how much he wanted them to stop.
Mistress closed the trapdoor and headed for her rubber covered bed and vibrator.  She switched on the wall monitor so she could watch her Rubber Thing as she relieved her stress.

Eventually tortured half-sleep swept over me, more an admission of complete human exhaustion as the pulsating punishment continued.

When I returned to awareness, I won’t say awoke since I don’t believe I actually slept, my vision returned to find Mistress standing over me.  She freed me from the strapped sleep sack.  Without a word she attached a leash to the ring on my cock and snapped it a couple of times.  An automatic wail of distress tried to pulse from my throat and I writhed frantically while suppressing the urge to scream and protest.  Only small trickles of shocks twitched my flesh this time; but I wanted it to stop! Please! Please! Stop!! Mistress was relentless and uncaring. I gave up my attempts to resist or speak and was helplessly drawn to the next part of my re-education: the treadmill.

I struggled to maintain balance in those awful boots as she led me to a treadmill.  My goose-stepping gait was awkward and waddling as I tried to walk in those horribly stiff ballet boots on my feet.  The thick rubber tops bit into my constricted flesh and the weights swung wildly from my rolling gait.  My swollen cock ached horribly and I, unbelievably, felt it surge in animal desire.  My carnal instincts had complete control on my body and were carrying me unwittingly into new depth of rubbery deprivation.

Mistress positioned me on the treadmill’s wide belt.  She attached two heavy, dangling, overhead straps to the reinforced shoulder-rings of the suit’s built-in harness.  She adjusted the tension, then knelt and clipped fore and aft Positioning Straps to the ring at the end of the cock sheath and a ring at the small of my back.  She placed two more straps with a little slack to rings on each crotch strap of the harness.  This arrangement forced me to remain in place.  She stooped at my feet for a minute.  She bent my numb arms behind my back and high up between my corsetted and braced shoulders and locked the end-rings of the mitts to one another, then to the protruding back ring of the harness.  My hands were useless to me. 

I stood trembling and silently lamenting in my fear and exhaustion, desperately striving to see what Mistress was doing while the hoses and wires connected to my Uniform were re-arranged; but of course the collars and hoods foiled my attempts to see anything.  My legs slowly went limp and I sagged in shattered despair and gag-stifled wails of torment, into the pervasive grip of the harness but only for a moment. When my full weight came on the suspension-straps, it triggered a truly fierce sequence of shocks to my cock, ass, and nipples.  I let loose with more strangled screams of agony and staggered to my feet.  Mistress’ commanding voice whispered over the headset.

"Hi there, Thing!" she greeted me, sounding disgustingly cheerful and rested. "How do you like your discipline measures so far? I've adjusted the limits a bit.  You can explore how much complaining you can do before the shocks commence.  But, not to worry, no one will hear anything. Was your first full day of discipline an educational one?  Was it a little strenuous, perhaps?  Entertaining?  Maybe even a little erotic?  I don’t want you to be bored.  I know that you did get some sleep while you were in the bed so now it's time for some exercise!  I'm told that there's nothing better for the old spirit than a brisk walk and some running to get the blood moving. This machine you're attached to is going to ensure that you do just that.  Now, you needn't worry too much, as I've designed the program that runs the treadmill to give you a good workout without over-straining you. Be advised though, that a little later it gets progressively tougher. I want you in top physical shape and so you're going to be spending a lot of time on this little beauty. Matter of fact Bill, you'll spend every day on it from the time you're awake until I either put you to bed for the night or in suspension. 

“Here’s the game.  I switch on the treadmill.  You have to keep pace with it or your feet fall from under you and there you are dangling helplessly as you try to find your footing.  I expect that you will soon figure out how to keep your balance and even walk in those boots.  Oh, by the way, each time you fall, the electrical shocks begin until you can regain your balance, not to mention the additional tension on that lovely black sheathed wand of yours, as that strap is a bit tighter than those safety straps attached to the crotch straps.  Enjoy.”

She turned to leave but stopped.  She came to my front.  I marveled at her shiny rubber splendor and felt a surge of affection despite the torment of the past 24 hours welled up inside me.

She looked into my eyes again said quietly.  "Yes, Bill, the wheels of justice grind slowly, but they do grind well, and you're going to learn that it doesn't pay to screw me around.  I've provided some background noises during your 'training' so that you don't go totally nuts from lack of input.  It's nothing very exciting I fear.  Only white noise.  I have an appointment soon but I’ll be checking your progress from time to time.  Now it’s time for some exercise, Thing.  Have a nice day."

She placed a full-length mirror in front of me and I saw the incredible sight of a trussed and rubberized slave.  The erotic surge was amazing as my mind fled my body for that moment, seeing an impersonal rubber sex object rather than my own horrid existence.   She turned and left as I struggled weakly to escape from my place on the treadmill; but the front and back positioning straps clipped to the harness held me securely.  The overhead door of my new home slid shut.  My mind whirled in deepest depravity as I waited.  The lenses covering my eyes darkened rapidly and seconds later I was once more isolated in utter blackness, swaying slightly against my tethers.  My shoulders surged against the cruelly tight inner straps. With cruelly suppressed weeping, I tried to cry out my desperate loneliness and contrition against the mouth-filler and masks; but it was far too late for any remorse.

The earplug and helmet combination completely isolated me.  I stood in silence and blackness until, with a small jerk the unseen belt of the treadmill began to slide backwards beneath the severely pointed soles of the restricting boots. I discovered the reason Mistress had stooped at my feet as my restricted strides caught up even shorter from a hobble chain attached to my ankles.  I nearly stumbled and the strap on my cock jerked taut and a warning twitch under its restrictive rings and a surge in my ass made me quake anew with an erotic yet disturbing sensation and I had to walk to retain my place on the slightly-inclined moving surface. Most importantly, I wanted to avoid making the internal ass plug stir, despite my high heels that severely limited my strutting steps. I was required to walk with quick, restrained paces.  Even then the wire joining my ankles together snapped each step short.  There proved to be no way for me to avoid making the ass plug move or the cock to strain and massage in its sheaths, thanks to the bondage of my ankles.  In short minutes I was panting in a welter of sexual arousal from the sensations of the plug’s continual shifts and vibrations.  At first it was fairly easy for me to keep pace on the moving belt, but soon the effects of the ballet heels, the compressing grip of the tightly-laced boots, and the twitching of the straps and plug assembly had my chest heaving within its tight harness and corset in a deep and frantic need.  All the while, the aches in my straining legs grew more and more unbearable.  I moaned helplessly deep in my throat.  This was a new horror that seemed to eclipse the torture the previous night.

Mistress couldn’t help her arousal as she watched Thing working through the paces of its punishing regimen.  She was hot inside her rubbery skin.  She worked the vibe in her pussy and exploded but with no final relief.  Her desire surged again as she let her thoughts sweep her into Thing’s fate.  She imagined her own masochistic desires being fulfilled by an understanding Master or Mistress.  She lusted for the fantasy of the tables turning.  She saw Thing as his cock came aroused and he struggled to maintain his balance on the treadmill and she actually had inner surges of desire.

She felt no remorse or pity at this moment.  Bill had injured her soul too greatly.  Yet she felt a connection and a seed of desire slowly grew.  The incredible orgasms he had when the suspension finally allowed relief sent thrilling shudders through her being. 

The anal plug began to slide into and out of my body as I walked.  This was new!  Previously it only seemed to reside in me, an ever-present stimulus to accept but now the thing was butt-fucking me even while I walked!  The cock rings surged and ebbed in a new assault on my animal desires.  Small trickles of shocks began pulsing from them, out into my captive flesh and my nipples ripped with hot shocks.  The swinging weights were adding their own part to the devilish symphony of pleasure/pain. 

I squirmed frantically inside the Uniform and the restraint harness, thrashing wildly to avoid the unending assaults. I was forced to continue strutting along in a deeply personalized haze of half-pain/half-arousal, until finally I sank exhausted into the support of the safety straps in a storm of unseen tears and gag-strangled sobs. The shocks through my rings immediately intensified when the weight sensors unleashed ever more powerful pulses, mercilessly driving me to my feet again after every collapse.

I walked and was forced to run for endless hours; only allowed to rest every twenty minutes, tearfully regretful of the day that I had began to cheat on my amazing wife.  I was alone, a helpless, secret prisoner in my own house.  I was scared almost to my wit's end by that fact, and aware now that there was no possible way that anyone would ever know that I was being tortured and forced to toil away in the hidden dungeon.

"What'll happen to me if she gets injured or killed?  She won't be able to return and release me!!" my thoughts whirled in horrified panic, cocooned in blackness.
The awful realization that I could spend weeks, perhaps months, alone in the hidden dungeon, automatically being watered, fed, and disciplined by the uncaring computer, nearly drove me to mental collapse. This incredible and horrifying possibility became too much for me to bear and I fought desperately to free myself, screaming hoarsely into my gag while ever stronger agonizing and disciplinary shocks lanced into and through my flesh like a thousand ragged needles of unending length. I was soon bathed in sweat within the strict confinement of the discipline suit; the salty moisture adding to the effectiveness of the electrodes placed all over its inside. I found myself swept away in a torrent of unending tears from the very nearly unbearable pain, its levels increasing dramatically in duration and intensity whenever I tried to slack off or resist. The faint background of meaningless noise through my earplugs was the only thing I could hear while I jerked continually against the chains holding my hands prisoner high up behind my back.  I couldn't ease the cramps that had set in and were now gradually numbing them into useless appendages.  In this strange collapse of sanity, I exploded into the cock sheath with another raging orgasm.  The electric shocks fired through my being with a vengeance and the air supply shut down for long seconds.  I fell against the supporting straps and the shocks pulsed and shot through me anew.  Air returned and I stumbled to my feet to continue the endless torment.

Mistress saw his stress on the monitor.  She watched as he struggled, against all reality, to escape.  She saw his blood engorged cock swollen in its rubber prison bobbing in its tortured game.  She saw him obviously orgasm despite the terrible abuse the punishment must be affording and the subsequent consequences of that sexual release.

“Imagine what such discipline would invoke in me,” she whispered to herself as she tried to imagine a continuous explosive rolling blast of hot passion driving her to the brink and beyond in a plunge into demented lust!  She exploded again in her thoughts and still she felt no relief.

Gawd she was horny!  Where was that John?

Some time later, Mistress returned to the room.  The treadmill stopped and she went about disconnecting Toy’s aching body from its evil shackles.  He sagged to the floor in complete exhaustion.  He couldn’t resist.  He was a rubberized mound of flesh just waiting for his next ordeal.  She spread the sleep sack onto the floor and rolled him into its center.  She closed the thing up after locking his arms in the internal sleeves.  Then she used the hoists to lift him onto the sleeping platform and secured all of the straps to immobilize his shiny black form. 

She looked down at her encased Slave Boy then pulled up the thick rubber sheet, completely covering him and sealing his firmly strap-entwined figure deeply under the thick and impervious black material.  Only the bulbous nose, mirrored eye lenses and the shiny black dome of his thick rubber helmet were visible at one end of the bed.  From the helmet and its underlying masks, and again at his crotch the evil hoses and wires trailed across to the master control center.

I expected the evil torment to begin as I sweated fiercely inside the rubbery confines of the sleep sack.  Only the obvious flow of fluid into my stomach marked the next unknown time period.  I fell asleep fitfully as no new assault seemed to punish me.

I woke to experience another horrifying sensation. From the hollow plug gripped by my anal sphincter, a flood of lukewarm water surged up into my corset-compressed abdomen.  I screamed raggedly again while my bowels filled, causing a discomfort that I never realized could be felt, as I suffered the first of many huge, forced enemas. Panting and gasping the oxygen-enriched air pumped through the mask, I bawled helplessly from the pain and terror, unable to escape the intimate torturing.

Despite my discomfort and devastating pain, my masochism began to come to the fore while I was slowly and irresistibly aroused by the flushing of my bowels, the throbbing of the insidious vibrator rings and the constant electrical stimulation of my nipples. Automatically prevented from crying out my apologies and pleas for release, I began to ride the demonic attacks on my mind and body, rising quickly to orgasmic release.  The shuddering thunder of lust exploded from my depths and I writhed in the bindings as lust ripped at my loins and my abused cock exploded its seed in wanton avarice!

Some time later, she set me to another session of suspension and discipline.

I spent unknown hours thrashing in mad futility against the chains while the punishment continued, rising to higher and much more intense and long-term levels than before. I was slowly being broken away from my previous life and attitudes.  It was a difficult and painful process. Much later, Mistress again strapped me to the bed and allowed me to rest without any disciplining.  But later I once more found myself on the treadmill.

I have no concept of day, night or time in this cycle of rubberized hell.  I am put through three distinctly different activities.  I am suspended from the ceiling, strapped to the treadmill or encased in the sleep sack.  The feeding and watering cycles have no meaning.  They can happen during any one of the sessions.  My waste functions just happen as they come.  Only the forced enema treatments interfere with that.  Those begin to occur during any of the activities as well.  It is a tormenting existence that has pushed me over the edge of any sanity.  I long for servitude!  I long to slave for my Mistress.  I long for her to let me grovel at her feet.  I want only to be a rubber slave to my Mistress.

Ten days later, Bill had become a total, rubber loving and sexually addicted male.  He was still unable to accustom himself to the constant and pervasive discipline that was administered every time he failed to perform as required. There was no release or let up to the continual punishments, his constant state of utterly helpless bondage, or the discipline suit he was entombed within.  After two weeks he had become an utter slave. His continuing punishments and orgasms had brought his true masochistic self into full flower and Mistress knew that all she was doing was accelerating the process with the help of technology.

In that strange twist of psychology, and perhaps because of her frequent private masturbations while watching his writhing torment and eventual explosive releases, Mistress was beginning more and more to want to test her own masochistic limits.  She began to even desire the release from the constant attention and responsibility her slave demanded.  She almost envied his plight and position in servitude…no worries, but for what deviant sexual assault his rubber prison might impose next.

As always, she was watching her Thing cycle through the current punishment.  He was in the suspension tonight, her favorite to watch.  She worked the vibe feverishly in her pussy as her rubbery finger pushed at her butt to manipulate the ass plug in and out.  She was panting audibly inside the gasmask she wore.  She was so close to another cum then she saw Him shaking in the bonds, jerking as his muscles tensed and she exploded in another of her almost innumerable cums.  She felt emptiness in her lust and a tear slipped out of the corner of her eye.  Her hot desire unsatisfied she worked herself into another frenzy as her Thing again rolled into another computer generated orgasm.  She could never release him from his servitude, not after this discipline she’d subjected him to.  There had to be a way for her to taste the masochistic pleasure that so obviously was the only point in life for Thing.

The John for the night was due soon.  She’d give him a rousing good time.  She could tell.

Perhaps in two or three months the Thing might be allowed out of the pit, but he would never be out of his rubber suits.  Mistress planned a portable unit to sustain him and maintain his systems so they could take an occasional trip into town.  She had the story ready; he was afflicted with a rare disorder that ruined the immune system.  It wasn’t HIV but he could not come in contact with anything in the outside world.  This bizarre suit allowed him at least a chance to live.  She planned for him to wear a full protection HAZMAT suit over the rubber suit for these excursions.   He’d made remarkable progress in the boots.  He almost never stumbled now. 

The doorbell rang…Time for work, she mused emptily as she pulled her regal rubbery elegance up and strode to greet the puny example of a man that needed her rubber dominance.

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