Behind the Closed Door - Part 5

“Look, if it makes you feel better, I shall keep the clothes. This way you don’t have to feel you owe me anything for them,” offered Malcolm.

“What are you going to do with them? They don’t fit you anyway.” Sue was not thinking what she was saying, when all of a sudden the meaning of her words hit home. She started to laugh until tears came out of her eyes, till it was hurting her belly. The round eyes of Malcolm were adding to the comic of the situation. He obviously could not share in her vision of things and that made it worse.

“I don’t see what so funny” he said half serious.

Sue replied with more laughter. After a while wiping her face with a Kleenex she said, “Drive me home, Malcolm. Thank you for dinner. I just need some rest. It was a wonderful day and I want to keep it just the way it is.”

“Shall we see each other again?” asked Malcolm with a twinge of anxiety as they were on the way to Sue’s room.

“What do you think ?” she asked, trying to control her giggles. “Call me in ten days, and let’s see then.”

Malcolm, had always respected ladies’ feelings, and he knew that Sue was putting him to the test. “Ok then. We shall talk and plan an outing. Bye Sue. Farewell till then,” he said with a smile while pulling the car along the curb. Sue did not want to leave him with kisses and such because she knew she would not control herself. The shopping bags stayed in the trunk of the sport car, and Sue waved good bye.

It was going too fast. Sue knew it. She had to listen to her heart, and sum up the situation. But there were so many new experiences over the last forty-eight hours to sift through, that she decided to give the whole thing some time to settle down. She climbed up to the second floor, opened up the non descript door of her studio, kicked her shoes in a corner, and fell on the bed, exhausted. She stayed there, half asleep. In her mind she went from her date with a loser to her desperation to find a shelter at Debbie’s, then through near abuse in a non consenting bondage and toys, followed by her deliverance by Malcolm and Charlie; it continued to the restaurant where Malcolm and she had met Daphne, and with that unforgettable night in Malcolm’s arms and their morning games in a latex bed. Then all day Saturday, the coffee shop, the latex store, the dinner, and now. Sue felt that she had lived two years in two days.

After an hour or so, she sat up on her bed, and her mind went to her things there. All of that furniture was purchased second hand, one piece at a time, at the lowest cost. Her bed had an ancient iron works headboard that had been repainted in white at least five times. It looked very used. The frame squeaked when she moved, the springs were out of shape, the mattress felt lumpy. The room needed a coat of paint, but the landlord was never going to spend the money for this. She had offered to do the job, if he would pay for the paint and the brush, but his answer had been a flat “Get out of here!” Mice were running in the walls. The one working sink stank. Guess where the water was coming from, the condition of the pipes! The electrical system was no better, the outlets were very old, and the fuses went off even if she ironed during the day time.

“It is a fire trap”, she concluded. She looked through the old sash window, imagining what she would do in case of fire. Two stories is very high indeed when the bottom happens to be a sidewalk. With two bed sheets knotted together, the makeshift rope would never reach the ground, she felt. Moving was out of the question. Her last money was spent on that dinner. As it was she would have to walk to her employ; no money for the bus. Sue had never known wealth; she always had been poor, but she was a worker, and she was not afraid of being broke. Still, she felt like going backwards and was about to feel sorry for herself for a minute. But the sun peeked through the window. “At least I can see the sunset from here!” she sighed. That alone gave her heart.

She opened the window to change the air. It had been raining the whole day, but the atmosphere was still loaded with oxygen, and the studio needed it. She could not afford a television, so she turned on her radio for music and news. From her window directly below, she could see the garbage dumpster half open, and there were newspapers in broken plastic shopping bags. She decided to fetch one of these bags to have something to read to fill the time. She went down the stairs, met no one, made a run to the dumpster and pulled one bag. There were no newspapers there. She pulled another one; this one had magazines, the next one too, and another one as well. She pulled all three of them to her apartment. “At least, I’ll classify them and throw away what I don’t want.”

Safe in her apartment, a bit out of breath, she decided for a cup of tea with the left over cookies of the box she had started three days ago.  “They must be damp these cookies.” As the water was boiling, she opened the first bag. She was taken back by the first magazine : “Rubberlife”. An old issue. Still somebody had kept it a long time, and did not want it any longer. She also noticed that it was an expensive review. It did not come in the mail. There was no computer printed label on it. She opened to the first page and read the topics : 1. “Tina, our newest rubber girl   2. Our camera goes behind the scene   3. Fashions from a new manufacturer   4. Helen writes on fetishism   5. Rubber is not all looks, but… 6. Paula in latex tests the public.”

The topics described a sort of closet culture Sue had never noticed. She leafed through the magazine. “What’s fetishism to do with rubber? We are not in Africa, are we?” she muttered to herself. The photographs were still amateurish, and the models were not professionals by far. The fashion styles looked outdated, yet the clothes had something inviting and sexy looking. Just like with Debbie, these girls were wearing fashions where eroticism seemed to be one of the purposes. Sue decided that erotic looking clothes were nice after all, too obvious for public wearing, but at home with a friend who liked them too. That made her think of Malcolm; she could remember the light of his eyes as she had been trying out various garments. He likes them. That thought did not go further.

This first magazine made her realize that there was an exhibitionist desire in her, and she decided to mark down some addresses. She thought she would like to be a latex model, just to be different, just to show off her rounded shapes she knew were attractive, although she never had banked on using that part of herself for any purpose whatsoever. Yet, just showing off under a camera, and in erotic clothes, this had a definite aura, a sudden attraction to Sue that she could not shake off.

The boiler was whistling. She poured herself a cup of tea, set it on the small table, and put a couple of cookies on a dish. Then she took all the magazines out of the first bag and noticed that there were several different kinds: Dressing for Pleasure, Skin Two, Gummi Mode, and more. The thickest one must have cost a fortune because it appeared larger than the others, and it was glossy throughout. She also found a few catalogues, some from England, one from Germany, others from the United States.

After some time, it was pitch dark outside, she decided that whoever had thrown these things, could have thrown latex garments as well, perhaps. Since the dumpster was emptied on Monday morning, Sue decided to go late that night with her flashlight and inspect it once more. “It is like me to discover something so new that everybody knows about it already” she said to herself philosophically. Ripping through the second and third bag, she discovered more of the same, magazines on latex, catalogues, a whole collection.

Raincoats in plastic, “What ? McIntosh?” she said aloud, “what in the world is this?” She started to sort them by name, by date. Time was running late. So she put on her jean jacket, took her little flash light, and went behind the apartment building where the dumpster sat, under her window. Most tenants lights were off and their windows closed.

She lifted the lid and leaned it against the wall. It was heavy, and the lid squeaked. She waited to see if there would be anyone looking down, or turning on the light. Even so, she felt that she should not waste time and accomplish her research real quick. The smell was… well, of garbage. Most of the rotten stuff was sealed in plastic bags, so it was not too bad. She decided that if the person had been throwing away latex garments, rubber things, it would be in the same area as the magazines. She moved a few bags, late comers, and saw a black garbage bag, even two into one another tied with three twisters. She grabbed at it; it was heavy. She felt through with her left hand to make sure it was not kitchen garbage. There were folded things in there, like sheets, garments, things uncommonly heavy. She set it next to the dumpster, and immediately went for another one of these mystery bags. She located another one which was even heavier. She had to climb on the dumpster to reach it, so deep inside it was. With all her strength, she managed to bring it to the edge. She was sweating hard. The bag plopped next to the other one.

Her curiosity went on unabated, and she located two more of the same kind. These were smaller and lighter. They joined the others too. Suddenly, a car parked not so far, and the beam of its lights almost reached her. She crunched down and hid at best behind the four bags that were lined on the ground next to the dumpster. A woman got out of the car, opened the trunk of it, carried two bags, threw them into the dumpster and left in a huff. Danger away, Sue immediately searched for these new bags. She located them, and grabbed at one, felt it… “I can’t believe it!” she muttered, “they come from her.” Now she had six bags to lug up the stairs to her apartment. She knew that she had to be quiet, for most people were sleeping. She wanted to close the dumpster but was afraid of the weight of the cover and the noise it would make. She had the idea of putting a couple of stuffed garbage bags to muffle the shock. It worked. She left everything and went upstairs with the first two bags.

When the last bag was dropped in her room, she had to recover her breath. She took off her clothes but for underwear, and hung them in the closet. She sat down for another cup of tea, lukewarm but refreshing nonetheless. She could not imagine what was happening to her life. Debbie and her dungeon, Daphne and her friends, Charlie’s guest bed, Malcolm buying all these wonderful clothes for her, and this strange finding, all to do with rubber : “what’s going on ?”

She opened the first bag, the lightest one, and dumped its content on her bed. A strong smell of rubber came out of it. All the items were black : gloves, a sort of hood, two… three hoods, some sort of a balloon with a hand pear shaped pump like for blood pressure equipment; a second one, but smaller. She pulled one of the gloves. It was a shiny glove very long, arms length. She could not help but try it. The feeling of it gave her shivers down to her crotch. She looked at her hand, moved her wrist, her fingers. “That looks erotic all right,” she decided. She slipped on the second glove and looked at her arms, she went to the tiny bathroom where a full length mirror was hanging. She loved herself in her black bra and lacy slip, and these overpowering gloves. Oh yes, she could do things with these, very naughty things on Malcolm.

Back into the room, she inspected the hoods. She could not imagine these looking good, so she left them on the side, slipped off her gloves, folded them apart, set aside the gadgets with air pumps and went for the second small bag. Like with the first, she dumped it all on her bed. The items had different colors; they were underwear for a man and for a woman apparently. Some were black, others red, others transparent looking, and a couple of underpants in green and blue. She spread them all on the bed. The man’s size was definitely not hers, but the woman’s… She could not decide on a pair of Bermuda size pants; finally she put it on the woman’s side. He bed was covered with rubber items, and she had four more bags, the largest ones to explore. Also, it was getting late.

Sue made some room in her closet, rearranged things, and found a place for all the latex woman things. She put the man’s items back into a plastic bag, and shoved it under her bed. She was sleepy. She decided to leave everything as it was, and to go to bed. Before turning in, she stacked her loot in a corner of her room, turned the lights off, and laid down under the bed spread. The window was opened a crack for fresh air, but the smell of rubber became unmistakably overpowering. Sue liked its sweetness, that chestnut quality. However, there was a little bitter side to it that made it a bit difficult. She got up again, opened the window a little more and went to bed.

She could not go to sleep. Wide awake, she knew that if she would go on opening her trove, she would not get up the next day. She decided that she perhaps could wear the gloves in bed. She got up a third time, went to her closet, and slipped both of them on. This hugging feeling, the shine, her fingers individually wrapped in that cool material… she loved that. She also decided that she might want to wear one of the underpants, but which one? At long last she murmured, “If I have long gloves, I’ll wear the Bermuda ones.” She remembered of the talcum in the store, and fortunately had a small box of it. This being done, she slipped them on way up tight, turned the light off and went back to bed.

If it was dark in the room, her body was lit up with thousands of watt power. She could feel all that these garments were saying to her sensuality, and she knew that every move changed the music altogether. She turned and turned. At long last in the AM she went to sleep; a hard, deep sleep. She woke up suddenly. It was six AM, an hour before her normal wake up time. Her head felt like a hangover from too much to drink, but her garments were just so cozy warm, slippery with her sweat too. With her hands she explored her crotch. Immediately she knew she was as horny as can be. She discovered a patch of uneven rubber matter at level with her clitoris that was giving her entire labia a most erotic massage. Yes, she had been oozing her love honey all night; it was lubricated and slick inside.

The alarm clock rang all too soon. Sue had gone back to sleep, and she knew that without bus money, she had a ways to go, so she could not waste any time. She jumped in the shower, towelled herself dry chose her clothes for the week, and started to put them on. She was about to put her undies when she wondered if she could not wear these Bermudas again. In a split second, she refreshed the talcum powder, and pulled them up tight. Five minutes later, with one cookie in her handbag, she locked her door and ran downstairs.

She walked rapidly toward the building where she was expected as the receptionist of the company. The weather was uncertain, but she did not mind. Her brisk walk made her sweat in the Bermuda pants; she did not mind at all, in fact it felt sexy. The rubbing of that patch of buds against her labia made her unsteady at times, but she gave it no particular thought. It was when she stood in the elevator with a bunch of other people that she realized how worked up she was and that she could climax any second. Before entering the office, she rushed to the ladies room. No one was there. “Blessings!” she moaned. She went to a stool, locked the door and sat there for a few minutes. She had to recover her composure.

When the personnel director arrived, she asked him for two minutes of his time. She explained her predicament: no food in the house, her money… well ! lost on an unscrupulous date.

“Was your date from the company?” he asked.

“No, he is the brother of an employee here.”

“Is that so?” he answered. “You see, you are not the first one to be ripped off”

Sue could not believe it. “You know who he is?”

“If you give me his name, I’ll tell you.”

Sue did not know if she dared. The employee was ok, but everybody has a bad brother. True? What could that manager do against him anyway? “May I think it over?”

“Of course, any time. I shall authorize an advance to you. It will be handed over in cash by early afternoon.”

“Thank you ever so much.”

The way the personnel manager had talked left Sue with many questions. She felt secure, but in front of the employee in question, she was not sure how she should be. But she shook off the feeling knowing that glued to her body was a garment that kept her warm and sweating profusely, notwithstanding the continuous stimulation of her intimate areas. Her attention was often distracted, she noticed. She slipped into rubber daydreaming as she thought of all the secrets in these unopened bags waiting in her room, and of all the mysteries to discover in these magazines.

When it was time to go home, she waited another five minutes at her desk; it was a matter of principle with her, switched the phones to the automatic answering service, cleaned her desk and punched out. Now, with a little money, she could afford the bus and some food. She was hungry.

Lugging her shopping bag, she found a note in her mailbox. It was from Malcolm! She sighed.

“I found a studio for you at 248 Singleton Drive. It is on the
3rd floor. There is a small elevator. Good price. Available by
this month’s end. Call the landlord at 967 887 5213.
He lives downstairs and will show it to you.
It won’t remain there for long.
Good luck. Malcolm.

Sue ate a bite, called the number on her cellular. The landlord was home and could show it to her immediately. She walked over, looked up the building. She could not help noticing the dumpster too. She walked in and called the landlord on the entrance phone. The front door electric lock buzzed. She pushed it in. He was in the hallway expecting her. Without saying a word he called the elevator down. It managed two people, no more. So what, Sue thought. He opened the door to the studio.

It was completely redone, painted, modern appliances, carpeted and about fifty percent larger than hers. The bathroom was larger too, and there was a small kitchen, but a kitchen nonetheless. The studio room on the corner of the building had two good sized windows, new ones, and could accommodate a double bed and a place to sit for a couple of friends around a table. Closets everywhere. Sue did not dare ask for the price.

The landlord watched her discretely. “We want renters without problems” he said. “We charge a little less, but we have more peace that way.”

“How many months deposit do you want?”

“None!” was his answer. “However, our contract stipulates, that you must pay on time and allow me to inspect the apartment in your presence for good housekeeping. If it is messy and uncared for, we terminate the contract within thirty days.”

“What is the rental price?” Sue barely dared ask.

The price was only 5 % more than what she paid.

“Where do I sign”, she said with a smile.

She went home happy as can be. At long last she knew she was out of that filthy place, and could manage her things a little better. In fact the new apartment was closer to her job. She wanted to start packing that evening, but she could not help looking into the other bags first. “I have time. I’ll need boxes anyway.” She was so happy, she decided to start undressing, for the Bermuda pants were a strain on her. After a lukewarm shower, she felt better, cleaned. She wiped the garment dry, and decided, for all practical purposes, to remain stark naked. It was not that cold, and she loved the feeling too. While she cleared all she could to give herself space, she noticed how her nipples had firmed up.

The first bag was the heaviest. She decided not to lift it, but to drag it and empty it one item at a time. The first things were two bedsheets, 9 by 9,  one red, one transparent. They looked new; they were still in the plastic, unopened. Next came four pillow cases, two red ones, and two in white. Then she lifted something in heavy rubber; it had been rolled; it was like a body bag with a hood. All the person had to breathe through was a tube through the mouth. There were straps inside to restrain the arms. The seven straps outside could tie the bag from neck to toe. Sue could not understand why anyone would want that, yet it reminded her of her ordeal at Debbie’s. She rolled it and placed it next to the sheets. Next, she pulled out bed sheets again, these ones for a regular bed. One was white, the other yellow. Next came the latex cover for the large size bed spread wrapped in plastic still, and the cover for the small one. They were heavy items.

This bag empty, she dragged the next large one. She found women’s clothes in it : bras, more pants, six pairs of stockings, transparent, white, black, red, three garter belts, a black catsuit, a straight black dress, jean cut pants, a raincoat, a wine red sport jacket, four kinds of tops, more dresses in various colors, some of them quite feminine. There were four skirts as well, from ample to hobble, belts, and two cinchiers. Sue got excited because she knew these clothes would fit her. At the bottom of the bag, she found a huge jeliba in double thickness, the inside in thin latex, and the outside in medium weight. She tried it on instantly. The feeling of that latex caressing her naked body, floating around with every one of her moves drove her to heights of eroticism. “It feels so… I feel naked, and yet I am dressed... I can’t believe how sexy I feel in this… I’m going to faint!”

“Where shall I put all of these things?” said Sue aloud. “I need hangers, boxes and such.”

Out of the last two bag, she pulled four night gowns : a baby doll with frilly pants, a long frilly nightgown in transparent latex with frilly bloomer pants and a fluffy and frilly night cap and strings; there was a pink one with shoulder straps in light material, and a midsize one in light blue latex. Then, Sue unwrapped two pantsuits for a woman, two pyjamas, and two large pyjamas for a man evidently. She found a large cape in fawn rubber, and another raincoat with a hood. At the bottom of the last bag, there were two rolls containing something hard: two pairs of boots in latex : a black pair and a red pair. The material around the boots happened to be two corsets of heavy latex.

Sue’s head was spinning. Her room smelled like a tire store. She was sitting on top of a huge amount of money spent for all these things. Why would anyone want to get rid of all these things? What was she, Sue, going to do with all of this now?

She stacked all these items by category. She decided to sleep in her own regular sheets but with the baby doll. That was enough for a first night. She found a few available hangers but she did not mix the latex with her clothes because the smell of rubber was just too intense. In the end she put all the stacks she had done back into the bags that had been doubled because of the weight, and she stacked them again in the corner of her room.

She proceeded to cook a little TV dinner; she was starving. That jeliba was exciting her skin, her nipples, her thighs, her buttocks like nothing else. She was really happy and excited. Then she prepared for bed. She rolled the jeliba, and powdered her body with talcum before slipping on the baby doll and frilly pants. Sue marvelled at the softness of the latex; she was amazed that such material could have such an effect on her. It was like a drug; the more you feel it, the more you want it. Barely had she pulled on the soft frilly pants that she was oozing with love juice.

Sue had just turned the light off when she noticed through her window a car stopping just like the one she had seen the night before. The lady driver walked straight to the dumpster and threw another couple of bags in. The curiosity of Sue lit up like a bomb: she had to know. She took off the baby doll, dressed up in her jeans again, took her flash light, and after a few minutes, just for caution’s sake, she recuperated these two bags. She did not even try to feel what was in them because she knew it would have something to do with what she had found before.

As she dumped them over her bed, the contents surprised her even more. Cans for shining latex, boxes of talcum powder, some with sexy scents, vibrators, dildos of all colors and kinds, several still in the original package; sets of batteries; funny looking pear shaped items with a handle; two enema bags; not the cheap regular kind, but large size ones with long tubes and clips. Enema equipment she did not know existed, some with inflatable bulbs. There were more masks, half masks, collars, cuffs for hands and feet, two telescopic bars with buckles on each end. Straps arrangements, and many other items she could not imagine the use thereof.

Sue repacked all of this, and set it under her bed. She had seen too much. She undressed at long last, put on the baby doll once more, and tucked herself in. Again sleep was hard to come. By morning she felt so relaxed in the baby doll that she could have slept an entire day.

On the way back from work, Sue gathered boxes from the grocery store and the packing began in earnest. First, the latex loot, followed by her things. She went back for more boxes. When these were full, she went down to the landlord and told him the apartment would be ready for rental by the end of the month. He did not know what to say. He spoke of giving her paint, mouse traps, etc.

“My mind is made up. This place will be available in a week.”

“What about the rent?”

“You have my deposit and a month guarantee.”

“But that’s not enough.”

“Good night, sir!” Sue did not want to talk with that greedy man.

The next day she asked the new landlord if she could store some of her stuff in the new apartment as she got it packed. There was no problem with him.

“Do you want to see the apartment again?” he asked.

“Well, why not? Is there something I missed?”

“Perhaps! Better check it out again now. Here are the keys.”

Sue took the elevator and opened the entrance door. There was a smell of new things in there. She stood shell shocked as she switched the light on! Her first reaction was that someone else had moved into it. The hide-a-bed was a beautiful piece of furniture, each chair, the armchair, the round table with a folding leaf, the chest of drawers,  the entry credenza, the mirror above it, the pictures on the wall, the lamps, the little whatnots, all of it was in place and perfect to a girl’s taste. She found a double closet, his and hers, she imagined. Perfect. One would do for her clothes, the other for the latex stuff. There was a color TV, a DVD and CD player, and even a portable computer. The curtains were in place, in the bathroom, the toilet paper, the box of Kleenex in a holder, the pink towel set on a rack, the hair dryer screwed to the wall, the shower curtain was hanging too. She touched it and almost had a shock. It was latex!!!

Now she knew. Malcolm’s heart and hands had been there. She sat down on the edge of the tub to take it all in. Not only had he found a new apartment for her, but he had it decorated, furnished, and he wanted her heart also. All of this work had been done in less than two days. Sue wondered what she could do to say thank you to him; it was too much.

Sue went through the closets to gauge the space. She found Percale bed sheets, pillow cases, towels, everything she needed. The kitchen also was equipped with new pots and pans, and the loveliest set of china, serving dishes, new silverware, cooking utensils, kitchen towels, even the basic things for cooking: salt, pepper, spices, rice, sugar, canned food, tuna fish, and so on. The freezer part of the refrigerator was packed with food. The cleaning products stood there in the closet under the sink. She found even the vacuum cleaner in the entrance closet; nice hangers in every closet... Her mind was just blown to bits. Could she accept this, should she? She locked the door, went downstairs, and gave it back to the landlord who had a twinkle in his eyes.

“I am flabbergasted”, she said. “If it is a gift, I better know from whom.”

“There is a package for you, madam; here it is. It might be a clue.”

On her way back, Sue decided to load a taxi with her boxes and move in her stuff. She also decided to leave all her furniture in the apartment. It was not worth the effort of the Salvation Army to pick it up, nor hers to the dumpster anyway. She would leave her worn towels, sheets, pots and pans, all she had in that crumby kitchen corner. The gas stove was old and sticky. It never had been properly cleaned, and it smelled. The refrigerator was ancient and could not freeze anything. Yet it was building up ice inside without tomorrow; a piece of junk.

Dressed in the latex baby doll for the night Sue wondered how come all of this had happened to her in a week’s time. She could not take it all in. She carefully opened the gift so tastefully wrapped up.

11.11.07