A continuation by S.I. from Bike's original story "Behind the Closed Door"

Part 3

1. Barometric Pressure

“I don’t believe it will work out” murmured Charlie to himself; “he is too serious of a guy for Sue, and she lacks the necessary mannerism for his family”.

Debbie was watching the street through Leila’s apartment window, her eyes fixed on Donald’s black sport car parked one hundred meters away. She was dreaming of driving it downtown. She would have dressed in a blue catsuit with an open faced hood leaving her long blond hair as a tail in the wind, a tight waist corset, and knee boots with high heels. She imagined all the male drivers in town roaring after her, but she would drive faster, faster than the police. Besides, when the officer would see her dressed in latex, he would let her go with a warning only, considering her terror from all her pursuers causing a huge traffic jam around the place.

She watched Donald and Sue open the doors and drive off quietly. She knew somehow that Sue was now planning to seduce Donald, and she was envious of her. In fact, both Charlie and she were waiting for these three women friends to wake up from their rubber sleep and dress up to plan a full day of latex education for Donald and Sue, a perfect pastime for a rainy Saturday. But the birds had left the nest just a few minutes too early.

“They just left, …and so has our fun for today,” Debbie commented wrily.

“Let’s take the dog back home, and reconsider what we can do now” concluded Charlie with his practical mind.

Debbie’s mood became atrocious. She felt like taking it all out on Charlie. At that moment Leila appeared through the door dressed in a transparent latex baby doll. She was shivering, and rushed to the bathroom. A little while later she reappeared, this time in a transparent pink jeliba. Her body moving within that fluidity was telling louder than ever of whose attention she was after.

“Have you had breakfast?” she asked in a by-the-way tone.

“Yes, we have, but I would not refuse another cup of coffee”, answered Charlie whose eyes had not lost anything.

“Why don’t you take the dog back while it is percolating?” snapped Debbie who felt it safer to be with Leila alone for a moment, for her mood had sunk another ten notches.

“Good idea!” Calling for the dog that was jumping around all excited, Charlie left the apartment. The rain had momentarily stopped, and he decided to walk the animal some more. “Another ten minutes won’t hurt him”, he thought. He could feel that the day had not started to Debbie’s hopes and liking, and he needed to think of something to remedy the situation. Passing by a bakery, he picked up a bag of croissants and such, the kind Debbie liked most.

By the time he was back at Leila’s, Charlie found a foursome of women, all dressed or undressed in latex to varying degrees around coffee and tea. His bag of bakery was most welcome by all but for Debbie who said nothing. Her feelings of jealousy were ugly, she knew, but she somehow could not get rid of them. To make things worse, Charlie discretely poured his cup of coffee and went to sit by himself in a corner to read a newspaper. So the conversation between the women went on undisturbed. She noticed the other girls’ eyes communicating on her good luck to have him. In contrast she hated the brat she was within, and Sue of course.

Leila and her friends did not loose a thing. “What’s the matter, Deb? You look like the doc diagnosed you with a terminal illness. Don’t lie!”

Debbie knew she could not answer with, “Oh it’s nothing.” That would not fly. She could not reveal her feelings of jealousy. PMS would not fly. So she decided to explain what had happened the evening before and what she had been planning for the day. When she was finished, Leila and her friends could not believe they had heard it all. So they attacked. “Tell us more of Donald.” Debbie was caught; she knew it. It was Leila who saved the day in deciding to have a latex late afternoon party at Charlie’s. Everybody would contribute with some food and wine also. The menu agreed upon, they went their separate ways.

Once home, Debbie suggested to Charlie, “What would you think if I invited Sue, and you Donald for tonight?”

“Have you read the note? They are not planning to be near here today,” replied Charlie

“You have his cell phone number!” Debbie grabbed it and got to the directory and dialled Donald. The answer led her to Donald’s voice message box. She cut the communication angrily.

“Let’s change into more comfortable clothes, ok?” suggested Charlie, “and we can prepare things for tonight.”

“I don’t feel like it. I don’t know why you did not tell Leila it was a bad time for us. It is always the same thing with you. You go ahead and never consult with me, you stick us into commitments I do not want, you never care for me, you always think of yourself, you are a monster of selfishness, as usual.” Debbie kept on unloading her bitter heart realizing full well that Charlie’s patience would last a while. She wanted to get him mad because it would justify her anger.

But Charlie got smart. He pocketed his cell phone, put on his raincoat and walked out without a word, leaving Debbie alone by herself.

“Where are you going, you dumb head?” she screamed.

“I have no idea yet. So long!”

“When will you be back?” replied Debbie in a voice that faked hurt feelings.

“When you have calmed down.”

“But I am calm. You are the one upsetting and provoking me all the time!” she lied.

Charlie was out.

Debbie heard the car door slam, the start of the engine. In her rage she undressed flinging her clothes around the bedroom. The latex garments hit the walls with a slapping sound reminding her how bad she had whipped him a few days ago.

“I have an anger problem, that’s for sure”, she admitted to herself, but again did nothing about it. She always had the same excuses: my parents, the teachers, such and such… and of course Charlie. Everybody else but herself were to be blamed. “It’s not my fault; I am a victim.”

Charlie, a few miles away, phoned Leila and told her how upset his Debbie was, and he asked her and her friends to deal with her because he just could not do it himself, and that he would stay out, if Debbie would be home, that is.

“It is bloody simple,” replied Leila, “she is jealous as hell of Sue.”

“Ah! Now you are talking,” murmured Charlie. “Look, I cannot deal with a catfight like this; Donald is my friend for keeps. His private business is none of mine… and none of Debbie’s either.”

“I know, Charlie, but we women go through these electric storms sometimes. Ok! Charlotte, Linda and I will take care of her. Just show up at least one hour late. We will have some girls’ fun before you arrive for dinner. Don’t be surprised at what you will see and find. Debbie will soon be much better.”

“Thanks so much. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this.”

“Remember, I have to go to work at 8 PM, though, but my two friends will stay with you. Charlie, you are a champ !”

Charlie found his calm again and decided to go fishing. His equipment was permanently in the trunk of his car, with his rubber waders.

2. Discovery

It was ten thirty AM when Sue and Donald left the restaurant. Both had a copious breakfast and lots of coffee and tea. They had gotten to know each other some more, they laughed a lot, joked a lot, teased a lot and forgot all about time. Donald drove her to her rented room. She invited him in. It was not too messy, but not in good order for sure.

“That’s where you live?”

“Yep! You see it all, upstairs, downstairs, the basement and the garage.”

Sue lifted up the window shade that had a few holes and odd colors.

“Listen, Sue. I have things to attend to today. What would you say if we go to the movies tonight?”

“I’d love that.”

“Then it’s a deal. I’ll pass here at five PM. Just look out the window if you see me, because I might not find a parking space.”

“See you later. Thanks for… well… you!” Sue threw herself in his arms and went on to kiss him on his mouth. “You are my number one, and only one.”

The week-end was over. Sue, on cloud-nine, went to work with so much in her heart. There was that bit about latex she was going to keep private, and she decided to call him Chris to her workmates. She could hear their ooohs and aaahs. Then she decided to drop only a couple of juicy bits leaving lots of questions unanswered.

On Tuesday night as she was laying in her bed, she could not sleep. Donald had not called her back since Saturday night. She was not worried because he had shared with her that his weekdays were extremely full, and he often was doing short trips to clients. She knew he would call her when it was possible.

But that evening, she noticed a strange hunger in her body, like a distant calling for something that was not food, nor conversation. Her insides were coming through her skin, as it were, and she needed…. “Touch! That’s what I am craving for.” It had been building up all day long, and now the need grew more than loud.

She took a long shower, scrubbed her skin with a brush, dried herself in a dry towel, then she put on a body lotion all over. Her skin was smooth and fragrant. The she went back to bed. “It’s still there !” she lamented. Her breasts were ultra-sensitive, her nipples on alert. She felt horny, but not for sex, just for touch. It was not an itchy feeling, but as if her skin was magnetized by some invisible thing. Her tiredness got the best of her and she fell asleep after midnight.

Her morning headache did not allow her to a good start that day. Coffee did not help either. As she was applying make-up, she noticed her baggy eyes and she promised herself to go to bed early that evening. Fortunately, the activity at the office was not as draining as usual. She came back to her room with a seafood salad in a bag. She kicked her shoes, turned the TV on, and dived into the food with a fork. That night, she again felt this inner calling for touch, that was driving her insane. She decided she would talk to Donald about it and went to sleep with that thought.

On Thursday, Donald called. His voice with all its sunlight in it seemed far away.

“Where are you, Donald; I can hardly hear you.”

“I am in Brazil, and will be flying back tomorrow to land at 10 AM on Saturday.”

“ In Brazil ?!!!!!”

“Is it ok if I pass by your place around one PM and we go to lunch ?”

“Well, of course. I’ll be expecting you.”

“Then, it’s ok. See you then. Bye!”

“Bye, I lo….”

The phone cut off. Sue was nonplussed, stunned. “Brazil! Flights! Lunch!... who is he? What does he see in me that he wants? Copacabana beach has several layers of available females far better looking than I.”

She felt totally lost. She felt him so far above her league, that she began to prepare a speech for lunch on Saturday to end their relationship right there. Too soon he and his family would find out about her nothing family, her past of poverty, and then, who would care for her broken heart? Not Debbie, for sure.

In addition, that craving for touch, for enclosure (it had grown to that) was overwhelming her mind at times. She could not shake off the immense pleasure she had experienced with Donald in these latex sheets. This had changed her for good; she was not the same girl any longer. There had not been any time to share on the phone. She could already see herself as a “left-at-home-with-the-kids” wife, while he would be gallivanting all over the world.

By the end of the week, she had built up an image of her future that did not please her that much at all, and she was ready for a fire exchange requiring lots of ammunition. She had put on a black dress that did not cover much on the top, leaving her 32C cleavage off a low cut bra as the reward to the pointing of a gold pendant of many facets from a string of small fake pearls. With a pair of black and white ciré shoes, she looked sharp. Her brown hair took most of her time to dry and fluff just the right way. She took her raincoat over her arm, her small purse, looked out the window… “He is here!”

Her heart was thumping as she went down the two flights of stairs. By the time she opened the front door, she knew that her well rehearsed speech had vanished forever. Donald, slightly tanned, dressed in a sharp grey suit, opened the door to her. He stopped her short of entering the car by giving her a warm kiss on both cheeks. “What a joy to see you so lovely!” She sank in the bucket seat, the world turning around her without anyone to stop it. One thing she knew: she was starving, and soon falling in love.

Over the Rainbow

“Where are you taking me now?” asked Sue.

“To the store.”

“Which one?”

“You don’t know it, nor of it. Does it matter?”

“How far is it?”

“Twenty miles, about.”

“What’s its name?”

“Imagine a name for it!”

“How could I, I don’t know what is sold there.”

“Just imagine!”

“Ok, Don! They sell… DVDs, shoes, chocolates, cosmetics, in-fashions, and jewellery.”

“You are not far away. I’d say borderline warm!”

“Then let’s call it “The Crooked Rainbow”.

“So it is!”

“Did I guess right ?” she screamed all excited.

“Just about”, he smiled at her.

She was so impatient that she socked his shoulder real hard with her left fist. The car swerved more than a little.

“Woooow! Am I going crazy? I almost crashed your gorgeous car!”

“Let’s stop at Harvey Boone for lunch, shall we ?” suggested Donald.

“Look, you know all these places. I follow you. I am just starving.”

Donald knew the boss of the restaurant on a first name basis. He went to “his” table, and the “knock out” of the waitresses immediately attended them with kindness and accuracy. He also knew her by her first name.

“Am I with your family in this place” asked Sue a little bewildered.

“No, but my family has helped them in making it one of the finer restaurants in this part of town. So now they give us the red carpet.”

“I’d say so!” Sue was a bit reserved now, for Donald’s familiarity with everybody unsettled her some. He felt it also.

“Don’t mind what you see with me. It is just one small circle of people among many others. As a family, and personally, I try to keep an A+ relationship with everyone. It is the best advertising one can get. But YOU are not one more circle; you are a friend who has captivated my attention, and perhaps more. I am just a bit confused now.”

“Me too; I just don’t know where I am. So forgive my surprised remarks and ignorance.”

During lunch Donald told her about his trip in Brazil. He had brought her a string of natural pearls, a brand name. Sue did not dare accept them for she knew he must have paid a fortune.

“They are yours. Wear them for me and with me. Natural pearls must be worn or else they will deteriorate.” He walked around her chair, buckled the string around her neck, and undid the other necklace. Sue looked divine. To thank him she held his hand in hers and gazed at him admiringly.

“Nobody ever gave me such a present.” Her eyes got damp.

“I have to tell you of something that has happened this week, Donald, and I don’t know what to make of it.” Sue explained what she had experienced almost each and every night. Donald listened to her attentively, asked a few questions, and started to think.

“All I can imagine,” he answered, ”is that either you might have an allergy to the talcum powder Charlie and Debbie have been using, or you are one of the rare women who develops a craving for latex. I can’t think of anything else.”

“So, what do you recommend I do?” asked Sue.

“In the first case, we shall ask someone familiar with allergies, and in the second, well, you need to be outfitted with latex the sooner the better.”

“Are these garments expensive, and where do you buy them? I must admit that I went around looking for such a shop, but I could not find any”.

“Do you want to look at one? There are three in this area”

“Three?”

“The Crooked Rainbow is one of them” Donald answered with a smile.

“Ah!... now I understand where you were driving me to. Then, let’s go.”

In the car again, Sue was asking lots of questions.

“One thing I want you to know: don’t let any price stop you. Latex clothes are an investment that can serve you for years of enjoyment. In the end, they do not cost any more than others because you keep them much longer.”

They parked a little bit away, for the small lot was full of patrons’ cars. The store was called “Over the Rainbow”. The store's window displayed garments Sue recognized immediately to be latex. They entered, and the smell immediately identified the nature of the garments. The store was inviting, well stocked up.

“I have no idea what you have in mind, Donald.”

“Just set aside what suits your fancy. We have all afternoon.” Sue breathed deeply still confused.

A lady clerk approached them with a smile. Seeing Sue’s confusion she asked her, “Is this your first time is such a store?” Sue nodded. ”Then, let me show you around.” Within moments, Sue had seen and touched more latex than in her entire life.

“A black dress is a must” suggested the clerk. Her name was Sarah. “But you need a minimum of underwear too. Shall we start there? Let me measure you, first”

As Sue was trying things on, she would ask Donald for his advice. His reactions were important to her. More often than not he would add another garment to her selection. He loved colors more than the standard black, red or transparent. Some garments were placed on order and decided on with swatches of various colors. Sue’s head was turning. They had spent five months of her income in one afternoon; all of this on Donald’s credit card. She could not imagine why latex was so important, but it felt so good. Yet, if he was right, she was a woman with a craving for the stuff because, as she was trying things on, she became real horny more than once and had to stop for a moment or two. “Am I becoming addicted to it?” she wondered; “has it particular properties?”

Donald had purchased a full bedding set of sheets, pillow cases and cover. This was to be mail ordered according to his specifications. He had chosen beautiful colors.

“Would you want to wear some of your garments now and pack your regular clothes?”

Sue was flying. “Why not?” she thought. After all he spent for me.

“What would you want me to wear now?” she asked Donald.

He selected the dress and smiled at her with kindness. “You decide on the underwear.”

Sue had not thought of that yet. Sarah and Sue went to the fitting room and stayed there for a long time. Sue picked the underwear, the stockings, the garter belt, the bra she had chosen, and Sarah helped her with the talcum powder. Sarah then polished each garment to a gloss finish. She did this carefully, and it felt wonderful and quite erotic. Sarah explained everything about the garment’s care, and many details a girl needs to know about latex. Then Sue slipped on the black dress. She looked incredibly attractive, the pearls adding sophistication.

“And now the short coat”, suggested Sarah, “for when it rains outside, It even has a hood.” The red garment was perfect.

Donald was smiling from ear to ear, as she walked out and twirled around as in a fashion show.

“You could model for us, if you wanted to” suggested the clerk. Sue was taken back. Modelling had never come to her mind. Why not? But she decided to think about it first because there would be a transportation problem and she did not have much time during the week. “I’ll consider it and get back to you”. Sue answered cautiously.

The evening lights were on as they stepped out of the store. The temperature outside adjusted the feeling of the garments. Sue knew she was dressed, but felt totally naked. It did not bother her in the least; she was a natural to this sort of dress and suggested that they go out for some food. They did. She made a sensation in the restaurant, but did not even notice it. If she did, she never let out. Her eyes were on Donald whom she loved without understanding why he did all of this for her. She looked awesome. The dress moulded her body to perfection without being overly tight; this caused plenty of erotic reflections as she moved around. The tiny bra was almost invisible under it, and her shiny legs in the transparent stockings did not go unnoticed. She did not seem to sweat or come to a point of rejection of her clothes; she wore them naturally.

A delicious chicken dinner was served with a flambé desert. Later they drove back toward her room. She was prepared to invite him to sleep with her, but she was ashamed of the mess in her room. She did not have the time to clean it before leaving.

“Would you consider spending the night in a nice little hotel?” he asked her. It sounded logical to Sue, but a light of caution turned on. She did not want to leave him after all he had done for her. But, could he be trusted. After all they had known each other for a week only.

“Donald, I don’t want to sound insulting. I know very little about you, and I am asking you to understand my hesitation. What can you do to set me at peace? Here you spend thousands on me in one day, while I am just a receptionist. Where are you leading me?”

3. Lesson in the Raw

Charlie and Debbie could not believe their eyes when Donald and Sue walked across the restaurant to their table. Charlie spontaneously wanted to greet his friend, but Sue stepped on his foot and asked him to wait and see if Donald would find them first. But he did not notice Charlie, and Debbie was immensely relieved. “Thank you for staying with me, I really did not want to greet them; I can’t yet.”

In the moments that followed, Debbie could remember that latex party at her home a week ago. The girls across the street had found her in bed, holed up in her latex bedding, pity partying. She felt so low, so forlorn, depressed and angry. She could remember how they had cuffed her in no time, gagged her, hooded her and brought her downstairs. Then they had stretched her on the long table, cuffed her feet to the spreading bar and lifted the bar way up to the ceiling and backwards in such a way that her ass was fully, oh yes, fully exposed. She had been given an enema and butt plugged. They had teased her with vibrators while her nipples were sucked into vacuum plugs. Then they brought the fucking machine that worked her to orgasms more times than she could count. All this happened in a few minutes. Exhausted, they had put her in a restraining latex bag with a full hood. Zipped in there and tied to the table, she was breathing through one single tube. Then the lessons had begun.

They unravelled her heart, her feelings, her inner self, and showed her all her selfishness. She could not reply, of course. With a paddle they had accompanied each accusation with such a beating on her behind that she had difficulty in sitting quiet during the whole week. At the end, they plugged her sweet hole with a remote controlled vibrator, but they took off the butt plug. The effect was not long to be expected. As the dildo went to life, she could not hold on to the enema, and the unavoidable happened to her great shame. For some time she laid in her own filth. To make sure it was so, the girls pressed on her tummy. The smells soon were so overpowering that she feared she would asphyxiate right then and there.

After some time, they carried her to the shower, zipped her out of the bag and cleaned her up. That was the better part, but soon to be replaced by something else. They took off the vacuum plugs off her breasts; that was real painful. They put on her a groping bra, and considering the condition of her nipples, it was more painful than exciting, but the effects on her libido were just the same. They pumped her up again with small jerks of the remote controlled dildo and kept her at the edge of orgasms until she became crazy with desire.

She knew that Charlie must have arrived just about at that time for he penetrated her after the other three went upstairs. He had donned latex gloves and was running caresses all over her skin. It drove her all the more insane with lust. Then, he took the little vacuum pump and applied it to her clitoris until she went really insane. He then took the pump off and applied some stimulating formula to her entire labia. She was burning there relentlessly. No oozing of love juice could even diminish her drive. Finally, he covered her entire body with three rubber sheets and left her there meditating. These sheets slowly adhered to her body and kept her hornier than ever.

After a long long time, she could not remember who had come back. Charlotte read her the riot act and got her to admit her wrongs and to forget other guys. She had agreed to all her requests because further disciplines had been detailed to her, but she just could not imagine herself going through this. Charlotte gave her one last trip with the fucking machine, and she sent her to the showers.

The following days Debbie found herself to be much more pliable and the first signs of genuine kindness were evident. Charlotte knew that Debbie was a wild horse to be broken and tamed. But she did it in steps, not all at once. There was no nonsense with Charlotte who in a sense loved to dominate young women into subjection and obedience. She had quite a clientele. Everyone coming out of her schooling was latex addicted for life. The least departure from that was remedied in no time at all. She wanted each of these women to link every thought of sensuality and sexuality to latex and nothing else. She would attribute a fictional personality to latex itself, as if the material was alive and felt the needs of the girl. In fact latex became a mirror image of one’s own libido in human feelings and images.

“When you care for latex, you care for yourself, and latex for you”, she would repeat often.

Many latex addicted guys would refer their mates to her program. At the end of such training, a girl would not have wanted to live with any other person but one deeply into latex. Most of them came out with a bisexual orientation. It was not hard to see that their level of sexual drive and satisfaction developed rapidly, and they had to learn to keep it at the top either through temporary denial, or through renewal techniques of various kinds. Their level of self-confidence too grew with their self-control. Charlotte’s reputation was known in her ability of teaching men on how to satisfy their latex trained mates thereafter. She was a splendid communicator. Meditation had a big place in her techniques.

Debbie knew that her ordeal was only a refresher course, and that the next one would be much harder, if she let herself go off guard. All in all, Debbie had to admit that she needed Charlotte and her friends because they gave her the discipline she should have received in her childhood.

“What are you thinking about, love?” asked Charlie who had been observing her for some time.

Debbie stirred as she had been woken up from her sleep. “I was going through the last latex party and how much I still have to learn. Even though it was an “extreme” moment, I know Charlotte is right.”

“I love you, Debbie; you are more wonderful month after month” encouraged Charlie.

Debbie smiled a little. “There is that devil in me who, when awake, wants to control it all.”

“That’s where I come in with lots of latex and love” replied Charlie.

“I just don’t feel worthy of it sometimes. Do you understand that?”

(to be continued)

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