Gromet's PlazaLatex Stories

Palace in the Clouds

by RbrBill

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Storycodes: Sbm; F/m; FF/f; D/s; latex; bondage; slave; F/fm; slaves; cons; X

story continued from part one

Chapter 6 - Even the Best Laid Plans

This wasn’t exactly how Shirley, Slave 35, had planned to arrive in Germany. She had just peed all over a rubberized fellow who the Mistress said was her husband. Now she was being taken away to some other part of the building for who knew what. She’d already been subjected to way more than she had originally expected.

The initial contacts with Mistress Esoterica were quite routine. The e-mails were promptly answered and several questions asked. Shirley’s sister helped with some of the answers. Shirley was surprised at the amount of knowledge her sister had when it came to the intricacies and subtleties of rubber fetish and bondage. They built a picture of a totally dedicated rubberist that had the one desire to experience the ultimate in total enclosure and rubber surrender for one week. Finally Mistress Esoterica seemed satisfied with the responses and informed Shirley Goodwin that for a mere $4,000, she could provide the most exiting and erotic adventure into latex that Shirley Goodwin would ever know. This charge did not include the price of a flight to get to Germany.

Shirley arrived in Frankfort the following week. Per the instructions of Mistress Esoterica’s last e-mail, she was carrying the latex clothing she owned in one suitcase while her other clothes were in a second suitcase. She hadn’t really thought much about customs since she was new to travel outside of between the US and the Philippines. Usually the Philippine Customs folks ignored Balikbayans, Filipino people living in other countries, when they came home. The rules allowed a generous box of goods to be brought into the country duty free. The Japanese folks had been equally complacent since she had a US Passport and was vacationing with a sister. The hard questions had occurred during her Visa interview. She assumed the Germans would be much the same way. They had grilled her quite thoroughly at the Consulate before stamping her Passport with a temporary Visa.

Immigration passed her on quickly. Customs singled her out for bag inspection. She cringed at the thought of the contents of the BAG. It held her dress, stockings, gloves, shoes, bra, and dildo panties from the first visit to the store. It also held a black hobble dress, two catsuits, one black and one red, more gloves to match the red and black clothes, thigh high boots, a corset, a posture collar and two hoods. It seemed that her sister felt that the story they had built on-line had to be convincing in terms of clothing once she went to Germany. Everything was new. Shirley hadn’t even put some of the gear on, especially the hoods, other than to try them for size. Now the customs guys seemed bent on looking inside her bags and discovering her secret.

She was sweating as she passed over the declaration. She had actually put down, “personal specialty clothing” as one of the entries.

“Vat is this ‘personal specialty clothing’?” Asked the customs agent with an accent.

Shirley knew that Europe was more lenient about sexual alternatives than other countries so she told them, “It’s tight club wear to enhance my sexual appearance.”

The customs fellow took a step back but passed her through without looking into the bag. As she headed for the exit, she was boxed in by two rough looking women in uniform, “Please come with us, frau.”

They shuffled her into a private area and opened the case.

Much as happened with Bill in England, the two asked her to put on the clothing. They at least recognized the differences in colors of the catsuits as a possibly desirable variance and the two styles of dresses as sensible. Still they had her strip and put on the dildo panties, the bra, the stockings and white gloves followed by the black catsuit the black pair of gloves, the hobble dress, the corset, the thigh high boots, both hoods, a gag provided by the customs woman, and the posture collar. She had never worm half of the things she had on and the sudden press of rubber heating her body created quite an erotic stir accentuated by her fear.

They put the remaining items back into the suitcase. Her second suitcase was taken out of the room.

“You won’t need those clothes anymore,” said the taller woman official. She snapped her fingers and three fellows rolled in the coffin-like box with the thick padding and air bottle attached to gas mask.

Shirley soon found herself packed inside the box with the tight mask strapped to her face. The vibrator was pulsing on slow and her arousal was building. Her fear was equally building and she had no idea whether to cum, scream into the gag, or cry. In the end she did all three (grunting violently in her gag) as the case went on its ride to Mannheim.

One thing was that Bill was alive. Shirley/Slave 35 had this little fact as consolation as she was taken from the reception area for her more permanent processing. What followed was the most bizarre and humiliating procedure she had ever endured. in the end her entire body was so aroused that only a slight flick at her clit would bring on explosive orgasm.

First came the removal of her clothes. Then she was forced to shower in the open tile room while two silent rubber enclosed figures stood guard. She saw all of her hair fall from her skin as the pelting water/chemical mix gushed from multiple nozzles. She reached to her head only to pull a glob of her once shiny black hair from her scalp. One slave/guard came forward and began to briskly scrub her skin. The slave made sure all of her eye brows and lashes were removed. It scrubbed the top of her head, under her arms, her legs and pussy to make sure everything was gone. The water then beat her for another minute before shutting off. The slave tossed her a towel then stepped forward to vigorously dry her. Her skin tingled as she was led to her next humiliation. The enema was administered with clinical efficiency. A slave in rubber nurses garb secured Slave 35 over a low padded rail. her ass stuck in the air as her ankles were secured in floor stirrups set about three feet apart. Her arms were pulled to a point that stretched her painfully across the rail and secured. The nurse probed at 35’s ass with slick fingers before slowly penetrating her rectum.

As the nurse played with the sphincter, she told 35 to relax her muscles.

35 was grunting and crying at the ordeal. Her sobs growing quite agitated as she saw black shiny legs come into her vision and before she knew it, her view went black and her mouth filled with rubber as a gag and hood were pulled over her head. Now she sobbed even more violently but in silence. The probe went into her ass and she was filled with warm water. The cleansing took several minutes and each time the stuff was forced inside, she gave out a sharp grunt and clinched her ass.

Finally, her ankles were released and panties with incorporated vibrator and hollow butt tube were pulled up. She discovered that she was quite damp from arousal as the vibrator pushed home and the plug slid in the back. Able hands pushed A catheter tube into her urethra.

Next her first 24/5 catsuit was pulled over her feet. After the socks were fully over her feet and the suit partially up her legs, the ankles were again secured and her arms released. The suit was quickly pulled over her hip, hands pushing out air all along. Her arms fed into sleeves and her hands firmly placed in the attached gloves. Again hands worked out air. The cups of the suit were pulled to her chest and little nubs stroked her nipples as she breathed. Each cup had a molded hollow nipple in the center of the nubs that clamped at its base. Her nipples grew into hard cherries quite quickly. The slave putting on her suit pinched the rubber nipples and her nipples slipped easily into little pouches and the clamps pinched her as the slave let go. She grunted. The attached hood was pulled to her face. Nose tubes were designed not to protrude from the hood face but to extend inside her nostrils. They had little inflation rings to seal the tubes tightly inside. Her eyes were covered with a thin, clear plastic. The dressing slave pulled her suit closed at the back and closed the zip. Then the slave applied the cement and tape to provide the air tight seal. Her enclosure was complete.

They took her to a large tub of water and sat her on the edge then lifted her into the water. The pool was deep and they held her so her head was just below the water. She knew to hold her breath without being told. Any remaining air inside the suit pushed out through a small hidden valve at the crown of her head. They lifted her from the water and applied cement to the small valve and added a rubber patch. She was ready for presentation to her Mistress.

“Ah, Slave 35. You look exquisite. I hope you like your new suit. It fits much better than the one you came in. I might let you wear some of the other things later, especially that hobble dress or those boots. You are the second of my slaves to be given this new suit. This suit was designed to be worn for much longer periods then the 5 days of my previous designs. In fact, we can bathe you by opening a small valve at your feet and the valve at the top of your head quite effectively. That should allow you to remain in this suit for at least a month before we need to change it. I’ve been monitoring the first slave closely and so far there have been no ill effects from his long term enclosure. It’s been 6 weeks since he was put into it,” Mistress Esoterica said.

Slave 35 shuddered at the thought of living for weeks inside this rubber suit. She didn’t even imagine the other trials of rubber she was going to be subjected to on her journey to total latex acceptance and slavery.

Chapter 7 - Let’s Go to the Park!

Mistress Esoterica had never had husband/wife slaves before. Of course she knew that they were estranged but still there seemed to be a bond that she saw in the eyes as recognition dawned. 32 was still quite in love with 35. She could tell that and it seemed that 35 still was fond of 32. In fact now that 35 was evolving into as dedicated a rubberist as 32, the bond was probably stronger. She began to think of ways to exploit this rekindled closeness. Of course prolonged denial of favors was always a good way to train a slave into total rubber servitude. In the months since arriving, Slave 32 had been allowed sexual release three times. Those were amazing moments to see how gratified he was to be allowed to reach fulfillment after the torture of aroused denial. He was at a point when his acceptance of position would allow more frequent games of denial and reward. His performance was exceptional. His devotion to his rubber mistress complete.

Maintaining her standard of living required substantial resources. Though Mistress Esoterica had inherited wealth, she often worked with some of the fetish photographers or movie producers from Berlin to create the specialized products her slaves were uniquely suited to make. She typically had a hand in about five or six heavy rubber fetish movies and photo sessions each year.

One thing that was often missing from the movies was real passion for the fetish and partner in the eyes of the slave actors. She had seen it too many times in the final products. The eyes were often too business-like, or too blank to convince a true follower of the lust that the participants were doing no more than just acting. She had found that her slaves worked fairly well but they were not actors and sometimes though the lust for the rubber showed there was no passion when engaging with a partner. Feedback from the movies often bore out this problem. The obvious perverts who watched the movies alone in their room always seemed to love the work. But there were the couples that used latex as an enhancement to their sex life that let her know they could tell the players were loving their rubber and lusting for the physical moment but failed to click emotionally with their partner.

She had solved the problem when making films with same-sex partners. It seemed that she was able to cultivate love beyond lust through careful match making and training. She could get two women to fuck each other like bitches in heat with only two or three months of rubberized conditioning. Men were even easier to work with. All you had to do was pull a gay guy from one of the steam and creams in the city and turn him into a rubber slave. After a few weeks of denial and arousal inside rubber suits, the fellows would fuck and suck just about any rubberized cock or ass available. And put one of them into bondage and have a couple of rubberized slaves nearby always guaranteed an appreciative response with achingly hard cock and eyes watering for relief.

But the man/woman combination was always a problem. The man was fine. Get the cock hard and he was ready to do anything to get release. His eyes were always showing his desire. The women seemed to need something else, something that a man in lust didn’t provide. It seemed they needed slower arousal and more sensual play. It also seemed they needed a connection beyond the physical to get the fire of passion showing in the eyes. It was just one of those things that amateur actors couldn’t fake. When Mistress Esoterica saw Slave 35’s eyes as she realized she had peed on her husband, the eyes showed that missing fire. Yes, her long absence from him combined with her new appreciation for latex gave away her feelings more surely than anything. She still loved him and that was a positive that could be used.

Slave 32 was ready for his debut. For that matter so was Slave 35. The plan was simple this first time. They were going into the city for some casual sightseeing and basic photo shooting. There was no plan for anything overtly sexual, clothing discounted. The main plan was to take the shots, develop the pictures and review the results. Mistress Esoterica was very interested in eye contact and eye expression. She hoped to see sincere love in eyes once fear or embarrassment was put aside. After all her photo subjects were going to be in public and being completely dressed in shiny black skintight rubber with full face respirators could easily make even the bravest exhibitionist timid. She had no doubt that these two were new enough to public rubberism that there could be a problem.

As for the subjects of the shoot, 32 wore a very shiny black catsuit over his standard catsuit. The new suit didn’t have any special adaptations. It was a basic black catsuit and the shiny gloves pulled on his hands weren’t attached to the suit. A shiny corset of black rubber drew his stomach flat. A black rubber studded slave collar encircled his neck. The respirator was a standard self-contained breathing unit used by most fire departments. It had bright chrome valves and fitting. The faceplate was shiny chrome and the rubber face seal shiny black. The long breathing hose was attached to a shiny black bottle strapped to 32’s waist. The tight clothes did nothing to hide his body. The light would shine from the suit in wonderfully erotic patterns of shadow, silver smooth reflection, and shiny black highlighting his broad chest and wide shoulders, smoothing out the course creases of muscle and body flaws behind shiny tight rubber. In the right light, the gleaming rubber would even reflect surrounding scenery in a mysterious way. The bulge of his crotch showed through the layers of rubber. Mistress had ordered a hollow enhancement placed over his cock before sheathing it during his last shower cycle and suit change. She wanted his endowment enhanced for the viewing audience. She also figured this permanent strap-on attachment would prove interesting for future plans. Behind the latex skin, he was ageless. Though he was in pretty good shape, signs of his age were creeping into his “normal” appearance but inside the latex suits these natural changes were hidden. For all practical purposes, he appeared to be just one of those extreme eccentric latex clothes lover sometimes found in Germany out for a lark with his equally eccentric significant other. The pair was made for each other. An obvious perfect match to anyone who might see them.

Slave 35 was dressed identically to 32. Only her obvious female endowments and shorter stature revealed that the two weren’t twin visitors from an alien galaxy. Her tight rubber suit stretched over her curves delightfully. There was no attempt to hide her aroused and hard nipples that were crushed behind the latex skin. The small bump at the geometric center of each slightly flattened rubbery globe was testament to any looking as to the aroused state of the person inside the black cocoon. Her corset shaped her waist into an exquisite hourglass that accentuated the two rubbery globes above and the wonderfully flared hips and tight rubber cheeks of her ass below. The sexuality exuding from her body was incredibly sensual. Rubber sealed her most private parts from prying eyes yet revealed wicked pleasures for anyone fortunate enough to know the covered secrets. The reflections of light on her tight suit revealed feline curves that provided perfection of highlight and shadow to anyone who admires the esoteric art of feminine perfection.

Only 35’s eyes appeared troubled as a leash was attached to her collar and she was led outside of the house to a waiting limo. Seated in the back was Mistress Esoterica resplendent in leather that covered all but a few square inches of her shiny rubber beneath and Slave 32 sitting to Mistress’ left. Slave 35 sat on Mistress’ right and the car headed down the long driveway.

“Ah, my two rubber pets! We are out for a bit of sightseeing and shopping. I’ve had you two here for so many months and you haven’t seen any of my country. We have so much to offer here.”

Mistress placed a gloved hand on the nearest leg of each of her slaves. She gave each thigh a warm pat and squeeze.

“We have enough air bottles to last several hours, I think. You two must be careful to conserve your breathing, though. Don’t get too rushed. I don’t want to have to remove your respirators while we’re out.”

The two slaves could only nod understanding since their gagged mouths prevented any other acknowledgement.

What the two slaves didn’t know was that Mannheim is one of the most beautiful cities in Germany. Located in southern Germany at the point where the Neckar and Rhine Rivers meet. It is a city of fountains, a university, a wonderful public market, plenty of bridges and parks. It’s a perfect place to sightsee and take photos. Esoterica knew that her two slaves and herself would turn few heads when they got the picture shoot rolling in high gear. Mostly, they would be ignored since there was a fairly strong rubber fetish community in Mannheim.

It was a glorious sunny day as the limousine slowed to a stop near Luisenpark, the central park with plenty of trees, flowers, ponds and streams. The driver jumped from the car and opened the curbside rear door. He helped Slave 35 from her seat, pulling her leash to coax her out of the car. She stood uneasily next to the driver in dark gray latex livery. He at least looked somewhat like a chauffeur from a distance but there was no mistaking the bizarre appearance she presented. Her blush wasn’t visible behind hood and respirator mask though she felt rising warmth under her rubber skin. The sun soon heated her outer latex skin and sweat began to tickle her as it threaded its way down her inner suit to her feet.

The driver helped Mistress from the car then waited for Slave 32 to slide across the seat and get out. He closed the door, got back in and drove off to find parking.

“What a glorious day!” Exclaimed Esoterica. She pulled at the leashes and waved her arms about in a universal expression of “look and agree” with what I said. “Off to the lake to feed the ducks. we have to feed ducks while here. Fritz will be along soon enough with his equipment soon enough but some fun before work.”

Leading her two slaves up the path provided quite the sight for park visitors. Many stared unabashed at the sight of three heavily dressed black figures, two in rubber and gas masks and one in leather approaching. No one really noticed the shine of rubber on the hands or above the coat collar of the leather-clad domina. They were too distracted by the shiny rubber figures, obviously man and woman, being led by leashes attached to collars.

Esoterica smiled at some and nodded. Most just looked blankly. A few mumbled some German phrase or another while shaking heads. Two actually came up and touched the female slave then smiled to Esoterica and nodded approvingly as they made one remark or another.

Slave 32 saw Esoterica give one fellow her card.

“I often get a prospective client or two whenever I come into town with one of my slaves,” she commented offhandedly.

They reached the edge of a still lake. Esoterica sat on a bench and crossed her legs. The coat opened to reveal her long rubber stiletto boots that sheathed her legs. She motioned her slaves to kneel at her feet. She took some bread from a coat pocket and began to toss it out onto the water. Swimming ducks quacked excitedly and rippled the water as they attacked the floating crumbs.

“Sit close together, my dears,” she said. “I want you to snuggle some. 32, please slide up against 35’s back and lift her to your lap. Mmmmmm, wrap your arms about her and snuggle.”

Rubber squeaked and crackled as the two nestled up to each other as Mistress bid.

“Lean left some, 35, and look into 32’s eyes. That’s perfect. I can see love mixed with lust behind your apprehension. Good. That’s exactly the look I want. You mustn’t worry. No one knows who either of you are. The few people who know me already know about my lifestyle and accept me totally so they accept you, as well.” To add emphasis to her comment, Mistress Esoterica took off her leather coat and draped it over her shiny rubberized shoulder. “Now all three of us are equally exposed for what we are, dedicated latex lovers.”

She leaned forward and gave each respirator faceplate a light kiss.
A passing group of school children straggled as some of them slowed to gawk at the bizarre sight of three rubber aliens at the edge of the lake. A frowning teacher looked aghast at the three offending objects of attention and hustled the kids along, scolding a couple and vehemently shaking her head.

“I guess that school mistress doesn’t appreciate dressing for pleasure,” said Esoterica standing up from the bench. “It’s time to meet Fritz at the Chinese Pavilion. He wants to take some shots of you there, on some bridges and at the lake.”

They started heading toward the pavilion. A city cop came up to them.

“I have some complaints that perverts were in the park scaring the patrons. They are reportedly wearing obscene clothes and doing illicit sexual acts in public,” he said in introduction.

Esoterica stood silently waiting for his next statement. The two slaves were visibly shrinking behind her.

“Have you seen anyone fitting that description?” The cop asked as he tapped his stick in his palm.

“Well, no,” replied Esoterica.

“I see. Now you haven’t been doing anything, have you? I mean removing your clothes or such?” The cop continued.

“Certainly not, Officer, We’ve just been feeding the ducks and now we’re going to meet with a professional photographer to make some memories of our visit.”

“Well maybe someone just thinks what you are wearing is obscene. Personally I don’t find it obscene. Sexy? Yes. Obscene? No, unless you’re exposing yourselves. You’re sure you’re not doing that?”

“Certainly not Officer. We’d never remove any of our clothes in public.”

“I didn’t really think so. I’ll see you day after tomorrow, Mistress.” The cop tipped his hat as he left.

“It always pays to have acquaintances in places of authority,” whispered Esoterica to her slaves as the cop walked off.

The threesome headed toward the center of the park and the Chinese pavilion. Fritz was there waiting and waved as they reached the open lawn with the pavilion in the center.

“You look awesome!” He exclaimed. “This will be a great shoot. Two lovebirds resplendent in their finest clothing out for a little stroll in the park.”
Esoterica took the leashes off her two slaves.

“OK, I want some simple love shots first. Just start snuggling and cuddling, you two. Keep those eyes locked on each others. I want to see passion in them. You can’t live without each other. You can’t live without rubber. You can’t wait to fulfill your lust. But your need to be rubbered is first and foremost in your relationship.” He began snapping shots as he framed the scene.

“That’s it. Yes. Oh I like that…wrap those arms around her waist and mmmmmmm…perfect the way she tilts her head back and stares longingly into your eyes. Return the look. Perfect. Put your hand on her hip…Ease it toward her crotch. Don’t quite reach it…You are close and she feels the tingles of your touch through her rubber but you don’t blatantly caress her. You hunger to taste her sweet nectar but she’s sealed in her rubber prison so you can only lust for her rubberized pleasures. Right and you want to feel him inside your rubbery flower. You reach behind you and feel his crotch with your hand hidden between your shiny bodies. Perfect. People are watching. They see the implied sexuality but there is no obvious obscenity. We are in public and must keep it rated PG13, as the Americans would say.”

Fritz snapped away, babbling the whole time as he had his two subjects wrap themselves around each other, sit on a bench with legs intertwined, throw bread crumbs into the lake, lay on a spread rubber ground sheet switching off putting masked heads in each other’s laps, spooning each other, first male in front of female then reversed so male almost looked like he was sexually conjoined to his partner.

“Now we need some dominant shots. Let’s put them back on the leashes and you can lead them around the park. I’ll shoot as we go.”

Esoterica leashed her charges and strutted along the walks in haughty elegance. Her charges were appropriately bowed in servitude as they trotted along with their mistress. At one point Esoterica sat on a bench and put her heeled boot on 32’s back as he sat on all fours at her feet. 35 kneeled beside him and watched her mistress with rapt attention. Fritz moved around the bench and shot several angles of the scene.

“If these are half as good as I think they’ll be, you’ll be on the cover of every fetish magazine in Europe!” Fritz exclaimed as the shoot came to an end. “Tomorrow, we’ll meet at the Schloss and the Wasserturm, water tower, for some more sightseeing. We might even check out some higher learning since the University is in the Schloss. Until tomorrow.” Fritz waved as he trotted off to his car.

The rubbery threesome went off to find their own limo.

“How did you two like your first real day outside of the estate?”

32 and 35 nodded enthusiastically at the question.

“The two of you are truly coming along so nicely. 35, I might just give you a chance to begin dabbling into a little domination, strictly supervised of course. Would you like that, maybe even become one of the growing number of Esoterica-trained dominatrixes?”

35 nodded appropriately cautious and servile approval at the idea. She never knew that she might have a chance to escape her slavery until this moment.

“Good. We’ll chat about this again.”

35 didn’t know what the price of her freedom might be until many months later. It would be worth it.

Chapter 8 - More Pictures for Fun

The next day Esoterica changed the shoot location. She contacted Fritz and told him to meet her at the Planken part of town. The Planken is the pedestrian walk in the center of town. In the summer it was always full of shoppers, diners and tourists. She knew her pets would be all the rage as she strolled along the Planken.

32 and 35 had much less say in the planned outing. As usual they were gagged. Now they wore heavy rubber stirrups that bent their legs back on themselves at the knees. Tight straps held the ankles right against the upper thighs in a crushing embrace. The knees sported heavy padding to allow prolonged walking on all fours while latex molding on the upper section of the binding provided an illusion of a solid leg merging into the haunches of an animal. Their hands were also sheathed in thickly padded mittens to protect the delicate gloves beneath from the rigors of having to crawl on all fours. The gas masks that they had on were modified Israeli masks. The already long and narrow snouts of these distinctive masks had additional latex snouts attached that gave them a Doberman look. Their corsets actually contrived to shape their torsos into a slightly Doberman shape, narrow waist and crushed hips with a deep chest that again allowed the haunches of the leg to move freely while maintaining the appearance of the proper animal hind quarters. Except for the faces, the fantasy animals could be anything. Esoterica thought whimsically that she might put pony masks on them some time and let them sleep in stalls and eat oats from a trough. Esoterica leashed her pets and pulled them along to the limo.

“You will have to be more responsive than that or it’ll be hell to pay when we get home. I don’t want you leaping and jumping like untrained pets out for a lark but you’d better strut along at my side like well-trained and alert protectors of your Mistress.”

The two “dogs” nodded solemnly. 32 thought of messing with the picture Mistress wanted just to get a week or two in reception. He hadn’t been sealed up in his reception garb for over a month.

“And if one of you misbehaves, both will go to reception for two weeks, one week served consecutively for your misdeeds.”

32 decided to rethink that idea. He wasn’t sure Shirley would appreciate a turn in reception. She had let him know shortly after her arrival that she’d do anything to avoid that job. Ironically, their clandestine written messages almost got them both in reception punishment when Slave 33 found one of the notes in a common area of the estate. 32 had courageously admitted to the note but refused to implicate anyone else. Esoterica nodded knowingly but didn’t press the issue as he was taken off to his reception duties for the next three weeks. He loved every minute in his multi-layers of rubber, though the pee inside the double suit got to a point where he couldn’t move by the end of the second week. Esoterica just let him hang in his bondage sack for the last week. Now that was pure heaven for 32. But back to the present…

The plan was to stroll the length of the Planken ending at the Wasserturm Park at the end of the promenade. Fritz would be snapping shots of his subjects, Mistress Esoterica walking her faithful “dogs”, as they browsed among the shops, cafes and people. It would be a grand shoot ending at the magnificent Wasserturm of Mannheim. He shivered in anticipation as his best fetish pictures ever would surely come from this shoot.

32 and 35 resigned themselves to the humiliating role of dogs. Once they accepted the fantasy, they got quite immersed in the game. Hidden behind the ever present rubber masks provided security in anonymity. They were mere props for Mistress Esoterica. It seemed that even on the Promenade, Mistress Esoterica was not only at home but recognized by a good number of the townsfolk. She received smiling nods from several people in business suits out for lunch. Both men and women smiled and greeted her. There were plenty of people who starred with openly hostile faces or after gawking for an inappropriate time, clucked tongues and walked away. The curbside café tables were mostly vacant, thanks to the chill southern wind that often blew off the Alps in mid-May defeating any effort of the sun to warm the air. By late June the street would be ablaze in colorful folk costumes, sidewalk merchants, street entertainers and tourists but now it was pretty much populated by locals and most of the street stalls shuttered.

Slave 32 appreciated the warmth afforded by his layers of black rubber and the sun that warmed the suit by virtue of the laws of physics and heat radiation. He knew the science of the process from his schooling so many years before. But just now the science didn’t matter, only the results. He felt very cozy inside his rubber world. He was trotting along as best he could in his bondage condition and enjoying the moment with carefree abandon.

Slave 35 was still adjusting to her new life. After all she had only been a rubber slave for less than two months. She had only discovered her erotic interest in rubber three months before. Things were moving way too fast for her customary pace. In fact, she would still be balking at wearing hoods and such if her situation hadn’t demanded her total surrender to the situations and rules established through the combination of severe punishment and exquisite reward. She knew that her life was forever changed. She still feared each new situation. Her instinct to push back, to stop the rush forward, forcibly curtailed through bonds and gags. Any time she was prepared for a new fantasy, she could voice no objection and her struggles were met with force.

What surprised 35 most, though, was how she responded to each provocative situation. She almost always found herself in a highly agitated state of arousal. Each adventure started out with fear, humiliation and in some cases revulsion, yet once forced into the circumstances she responded with wicked abandon, giving herself to her carnal feelings and finding herself enduring multiple waves of ecstatic passion. The rewards far exceeded any trepidation she initially had. She was quickly becoming a complete rubber slut and totally reliant on rubber and the forced rubber fantasies to define her life. A corner of her mind reminded her of the very vulnerable position she was in. The alarms went mostly unheeded for she was having way too much fun giving in to her basest desires.

She looked out through the narrow field of vision afforded by the doggie mask. Somehow colors were even filtered out and though she could catch a hint of color in the brightest objects, she saw a world in mostly black, gray and white. “So this was how a dog sees the world,” she thought as she struggled to keep pace in her four-legged bondage. The sun was hot on her black rubber skin and the rubber absorbed the heat mercilessly. Her exertion had her sweating heavily inside her suits. She was thoroughly aroused by the working action of the vibrator inside her sex. The thing wasn’t buzzing, it was just the odd gate required to walk on all fours caused the thing to slip in and out and side to side with each step. She was panting like a dog, “now that is funny,” she thought, from her arousal and her hard exercise. She looked at Slave 32 as he struggled along beside her. She actually wanted to mount him, like a dog might, right here in the market. The shock of this thought gave pause. She didn’t even think such a thought disgusting. Had she really gone so far in so short a time?

Meanwhile, Fritz was busily snapping away with his camera and giving Esoterica directions. The two slave/dogs found the whole thing odd since they had never seen their mistress in a position where she took the directions. She was always in control. To be under control of another person, even in this professional situation, was a novelty to the two dogs. Doggie 32 began to take some liberties with this implied breakdown of authority. He nuzzled up to Doggie 35 and began to rub against her. Mistress Esoterica snapped at his leash, “Bad dog!”

“No. Let him. It’ll make some good shots,” said Fritz, overruling Esoterica.

She frowned at him but relented. Doggie 32 playfully nudged at 35. He nuzzled her side, pushed against her neck and face, fell back and sniffed at her quarters. He leaped on his hind legs and came down on top of her, causing her to roll to the ground. They were suddenly involved in playful dog wrestling, pawing each other, rolling in the grassy strip next to the walk and tumbling almost as one as they nuzzled each other with rubbery snouts.

“This is too much!” Exclaimed Esoterica. “My dogs must be better behaved.” She started to pull them at bay.

“No, let them go. These are great shots. The irony of seeing two bound rubberists so completely immersed in the roll of dog play is incredible. This will excite both rubberists and animal conversion freaks. This is absolutely great stuff.”

“But Fritz, my position. My stature in town will be disgraced by this unruly behavior. Let me bring them to heel until we get to the park. Then I’ll turn them loose to frolic and you can have as many shots of doggie play as you want.”

“OK by me. You’re the boss,” said Fritz.

Esoterica frowned when she heard that nickname. “I’m not the ‘boss’. I’m the Mistress.”

Fritz dropped his eyes and busied himself with his camera. He mumbled with a hint of irony, “Yes, Mistress.”

Esoterica frowned again but let the insult pass. Fritz was very good at what he did but he often took dangerous liberties thinking that his unique skill shielded him from punishment. She’d see about that later. She always loved to bring someone under the spell of latex against their will.

The photo shoot took a more sublime pace as the dogs were forced to heel to Mistress’ side. The photos were still remarkable. The scene of the public market. People in the background strolling and looking at wears while center stage a strikingly elegant woman in shiny skintight rubber exercised her equally shiny and rubberized “dogs”. The fetish lovers would die to be in this fantasy and Fritz knew it.

Wasserturm Park provided a different opportunity. Esoterica let the dogs off their leashes and as she sat watchfully on a bench the two rubberized “dogs” romped and played in the grass. Fritz was shooting with both video and still cameras since he realized that the animated play of the dogs would be much better in live action. They rolled on each other. They nuzzled and pushed each other. They pawed each other. Finally 32 rolled onto his back at Esoterica’s feet and the audible panting from the mask snout clearly indicated his exhaustion. The only thing missing from the picture was a pink tongue hanging out of the mouth. He bobbed his head ludicrously and wiggled on his back, paws up. Esoterica reached down and gave him a pat. He responded by nodding his head affirmative.

“Oh, you want me to rub your belly, do you?” Asked Esoterica.

He nodded.

“Aren’t you taking this dog thing a bit far, Slave?”

Then Fritz stepped in, “I like it! The devoted dog owner giving his devoted pet warm, loving and very platonic pleasure. What great shots!”

Esoterica looked askance at Fritz but obliged. As for Slave 32, he loved every minute of the rubdown. He even got so into it that when Esoterica scratched at his leg joint he began to kick his leg in that reflexive-like manner he knew all dogs did. He suddenly got very aroused and before he knew it, he was cumming from Esoterica’s attention. He shook and stiffened and continued to pant and moan happily as she rubbed up his belly. If she knew what he just did, she hid it well.

Esoterica took note of Doggie’s complete immersion into the role and noted with humorless incredulity as she felt his body quiver and tense under her hand. Right there in the park, under Fritz’s watchful camera the bastard had shot his wad like a common horny stud. She knew his punishment would fit the crime, and it wasn’t going to be a week in the reception area.

Doggie 35 romped up about then and demanded the same attention. This really was getting to be too much but Esoterica realized she had to play along and as Fritz kept the cameras rolling, she rubbed 35 vigorously on her belly. She decided that 35 deserved the same treat that 32 stole. She switched on the vibrator buried inside 35’s pussy and let her enjoy the ride.

35 responded immediately to the erupting phallus inside her shuddering in a quaking passion that she didn’t want to end and seemed would never end then ended all too soon. Esoterica gave her belly a pat whispering affectionately, “That’s a good dog. Good dog; that’s my girl, mmmmm, good dog.” She pointed an abrupt and accusing finger at 32. “As for you, I’ll take care of you later!”

32 cowered appropriately at the admonishing outburst.

“I think that’s it, Mistress,” said Fritz as he wound the film. “We’re going to lose the best light in a few minutes anyway, but I got some really marvelous shots today. I look forward to working with you again, my dear.”

Fritz reached for Mistress Esoterica’s hand. She extended it, expecting a professional shake in departure. In stead Fritz bowed his head in mock gallantry and kissed her latex fingers. She pulled her hand away wordlessly.

“I hope I wasn’t too forward, Mistress.”

“You can hope, Fritz. You’ve left a smear on the back of my gloves.”

Fritz produced a lens cloth from his pocket and quickly rubbed the accusing smudge from her hand.

She smiled slightly at his effort, “I might just be able to make you into an acceptable rubber slave, if you give me half a chance.”

“Sorry, Mistress. I love to photograph the fantasy but I fear I’d loathe to live it.”

“I might just have to test your resolve along those lines some day, Fritz.” Esoterica winked at him. Her smile seemed genuine enough but her eyes were like ice. Fritz couldn’t help but notice and he shivered involuntarily as he took his leave.

“All right, my pets. Home for some reward and punishment!” Esoterica gave the two leashes a sharp jerk to get her charges moving.

Chapter 9 - A Reckoning

“It’s time for your punishment, Slave 32,” Mistress Esoterica slapped the crop to her thigh threateningly. “Your little escapade at the Wasserturm didn’t go unnoticed. I’m sure it will make great fetish fantasy for Fritz but it was not appropriate behavior for one of my slaves.”

Slave 32 was bound to a chrome structure in front of Esoterica. The contraption looked more like a piece of weight equipment than anything. Pulleys and cables hung from a couple of points. There were straps for binding victims into immobility. The silver tubing and the black saddle contrasted nicely. The shiny black alien stretched across the silver tubing added a futuristic quality to the scene.

“Fritz would have loved to photograph this,” thought Esoterica, “though after his participation in the debacle at the Wasserturm, he could just as easily be hanging from the chrome tree as well.”

Slave 35 was also in the room. She held a new position at the estate, however. Mistress Esoterica had taken her under her wing as a mistress understudy. This was her first lesson of many to come. 35 listened in rapt attention as Esoterica explained the finer points of the lesson. Slave 32 was in his standard 24/5 suit and the sheathed cock stood erect before them. The chrome rack was slightly reclined and his butt tube was mated with a relief tube in the saddle the frame, just in case he had to do more than pee. The cock sheath tube fed into an elaborate series of medical latex tubes to a collection bag that hung above the bound figure and in plain view of his masked face.

Tubing from this bag ran from its top to the drinking tube in 32’s hood. The system allowed 32 to fill the bag with piss before the stuff would start flowing to his mouth. The bag held almost two liters and he had been given large amounts of liquid through another tube attached with a “Y” joint and valve between the bag and his hood. The collection bag was empty for now but he was under extreme discomfort from his very full bladder.

What 32 didn’t see from his restricted vantage was that the Mistress had other options for the fluid leaving the collection bag. One turn of a hidden valve would send overflow harmlessly to a drain. Another selection would return the overflow into his suit, a messy situation that he would be stuck with until his next cleaning. Of course, the stuff could be allowed to flow into his mouth and he would be forced to drink his own urine.

“Now some slaves enjoy water sports quite a lot. I found 32 is not one of those so for him this type of activity is a punishment. We all know that 32 was acting like a horny stud yesterday while we were at the park. So I’ve put him in this bondage frame for proper guidance and correction. As you have seen, I have forced large quantities of water through his feeding tube. He is properly bursting now and he is very aroused from the fullness of his bladder and of course his other distractions.”

The apprentice mistress nodded understanding. As part of the punishment, the hollow tube in the butt was not inflatable, but was a very thick tube lined with vibrating rings. His entire rectal area was alive with the pulsating latex shaft as his bladder was stretched. He gritted his teeth fighting back the urge to piss and rolled his eyes behind the lens of the ever-present modified gas mask.

“We can also automate the entire system. Connecting it to timers and a computer system, we can program outcomes to reward or punish the slave, as we desire. The fun part to this is once the parameters are set, we can leave the entire operation to the hands of the computer and be free to monitor and enjoy the results.”

Understudy Shirley asked, “Ma’am, if you know a slave’s limits, do you push it only to that point or do you stretch and extend in time?”

“A very good question. We are always pushing our slaves beyond their current known limits. To not push for the next level would leave a slave bored and unhappy. They require constant increases in trials to remain interested and active.”

“Do they ever reach the limit where no new ground can be explored?”

“It happens. Those slaves are retired at that time. A good Mistress keeps her slaves exploring for many years and retirement occurs from age.”

“Where do the ‘retired’ slaves go?” Shirley asked.

“There is a retirement community near here that caters to elderly fetishists. They do a brisk business. Now 32 has been in pain from his predicament for quite some time. I think I shall assist him.”

Mistress Esoterica went up to the bound slave and began to stroke him on the sides. Her light caresses set him squirming in his binding. She whacked his lower side sharply with her crop. The she gave his erect cock a quick stroke followed by a stinging blow to its tip.

“Shirley, come forward.”

Shirley came to the chair.

“Take the crop. Tease and pain the slave. Be careful...light snapping blows, nothing damaging.”

Shirley wrapped her gloved hand on the enormous shaft and lustfully raked her closed palm along the thing. This was her husband and it was the first time she had touched him this way since she left him so long ago. This was the first time she had seen his cock released from the standard rubber prison of the suit. Funny, she didn’t remember him being so well endowed.

Esoterica must have read her mind. “It’s not all his. I added some permanent attachments to him to improve his performance. It’s amazing, he’s hard indefinitely on the outside and the shaft delays his own orgasm quite nicely. Still you must be careful and not give him relief too soon.”

She pulled the hand away and snapped the tip with the crop. She stroked it again and snapped it.

32 was throbbing with desire and close to complete collapse. He was approaching the point of no return and knew that he had to hold or else Shirley would be punished. He clamped his teeth to his gag, as her fingers raked his throbbing manhood. He felt the pre-cum surging into the sheath and the bursting bladder as the crop snapped at the head.

Shirley actually felt the living shaft quivering beneath the prosthesis from the teasing and her sharp hits with the crop. It was pulsing like a mechanical device beneath her fingers. It was larger than anything she had ever seen. She wistfully thought of the married days and how she had refused to play rubber games and wished she had known then what she was leaning now. She climbed onto his prone figure and pushed her pussy against his leg as she raked the hand along the shaft again. She rubbed herself along his thigh feeling the latex teasing her sheathed sex as she snapped the tip with a flick of her finger. The pulsing cock mesmerized her as it jerked and bobbed before her eyes.

For 32, the test was taking its toll on him. He was riding the edge of total surrender to the carnal pleasures being administered to his throbbing shaft. He knew that to cum was to doom Shirley to punishment but the release would be so exquisite. To let his love feel his pulsing shaft pumping cum into the sheath beneath her hot hand would be so rewarding. His animal side wanted to shoot his load and throw the punishment to the wind. But his mind took control in the last instant and the yellow piss gushed forth from the full bladder and began filling the collection bag. The piss flowed and flowed. Its stream pushed through the tubing as Shirley held his cock and felt the streaming stuff. Her eyes locked with his and she saw his true desire and understood how important she was to him.

“He peed instead of ejaculating. I was wondering for a second which desire would win the struggle. But then he really had to go badly. Now continue to tease the cock and let’s see what might happen.”

Mistress Esoterica opened the drinking tube and sent electrolyte-laced water into his mouth. As he had to drink and swallow the fluids, Shirley took the rigid strap-on in her hand. She could tell that his own hidden cock was a little flaccid after his piss. She began squeezing as she raked it through her fingers again before flicking the tip. She did this several times and it responded by again growing to fill the hollow appendage completely. 32 was verging on the animal release when the urge to piss again presented itself, this time not as strongly but enough for him to choose the alternative to sexual relief.

He cut loose with another gush of pee and the bag was brimming at its top. He saw the bag bulging like an obscene yellow sausage. He knew that another piss would result in the stuff passing through the tubing to his mouth. He squirmed as Shirley continued to stroke him and the drink continued to flow. He was now conflicted between two equally appalling results, punishment from ejaculating or drinking his own piss. He was growing extremely hard as these alternatives played on his mind. How could he ignore his animal desire for pleasure? How could he avoid the terrible fate of drinking hot piss from his own body? If he came first would the result be removal from this place to another punishment? What could be the more punishing? Slowly he saw through the riddle, the punishment would be right here in this rack! If he came from the raking attentions of Shirley he would piss just as surely once he finished pumping his hot spunk and he would drink the liquor of his body as surely as he was bound to the rack. But if he held back his passion and pissed one more time, where would the overflow go?

Shirley was really getting into her part by now. She was writhing on his leg, throwing her head back and completely forgetting Mistress Esoterica. Esoterica amazed at the performance and smiling to herself. She realized that the more doors Shirley opened during training would mean the better her ability as a Mistress of the fine art of rubber pleasure. Shirley stroked and flicked his cock. She used the crop on his sides for emphasis. 32 felt the sharp pains and responded, squirming futilely against the restraints. He was building again to ejaculation but he was also ready to piss again. Each raking stroke of the fingers drew him near so near release that he was now in painful ecstasy. He felt her flicking fingers between the strokes and the sharp pain from the crop. He closed his eyes and clamped down on the gag and reached the decision that he thought right based on his knowledge of his Mistress. He let loose with another gush of piss and saw the yellow stuff overtop the bag and start flowing down the tubing. He grimaced in anticipation, ready for the tasteless water to be replaced by whatever piss tasted like.

Warm apple juice, sweet and pure reached his throat! He didn’t believe it at first. In the pure joy of his deliverance from the vile urine, his shaft stiffened beneath Shirley’s fingers and exploded in joyous release. Cum pumped into the sheath, filling it and even pushing its creamy whiteness into the lower part of the medical tubing. Shirley saw the pumping cock and felt the juice surging under her hands and ground her pussy hard into his leg. She tensed in her own satisfying orgasm pushing deeper into his leg and holding tight to his spent shaft for fear of falling off her tenuous perch. She fell forward across his chest as the last wave pulsed through her body.

“Very well done, Shirley. You learned to control the male animal exquisitely. Slave 32 was on the edge of cumming at least four times before he actually released his passion. And you milked him quite well. It’s time to critique your technique. Even near perfect performances leave room for improvement. Let’s go into the office while he rests.”

Chapter 10 - Keeping in Touch

The fifth letter arrived from Germany. It was full of all sorts of fun things that Shirley had been doing since she had arrived and finished her week with Esoterica. She met the most marvelous man who was wooing her with all sorts of things that Bill had never done. Shirley just fluttered with the tales of castles, gardens, mountain trips, the opera and wonderfully delightful evenings in the lap of luxury.

The first letter had confirmed that the truth was Bill was gone. Shirley had also indicated that the two missing Japanese girls had indeed been lost in an accident; it was just coincidence. She enclosed newspaper clippings that confirmed the news. Then she started chatting all bubbly about some baron that was taken by her Asian beauty. He was a widower, a little older than her and was amazed that she looked so young. The fellow had made no secret that he intended to marry her and lavish her with luxury for the rest of her life.

Sis read another bubbling letter from Shirley and just shook her head. The letters were all so exciting sounding. Of course they were all written on a computer. She thought that odd because she never remembered her sister ever being very good with a keyboard but then the signature dashed off with the written “Love ya,” closing seemed to be in her hand.

The fourth letter even discussed her need to notify the government to stop the annuities if she went through with Hans’ proposal. She commented that it wasn’t all that hard a decision; the paltry annuities paled when compared to the wealth of Baron Hans Frugleman.

“Do you see anything odd about these letters?” Sis asked Dan.

“Well, they’re all typed on a computer and kind of formal for letters to a close sister.”

“What else?”

“Hmmmmm.” Dan looked closely at the letters. “I don’t know, Hun.”

“They’re written in English, silly!” Sis exclaimed.

“So. She’s lived in the US for over 20 years.”

“Lhey would write in Tagalog and English mix, not straight English.” Sis contradicted.

“Gee, never thought of that.”

“Well silly, you’re not Filipino.”

“You know, the signature looks the same on each of them too now that you bring it up.”

“See. There is something going on.”

“Well, what do we do about it? I mean she went there over five months ago and all we have are these glowing letters about love and how much she’s enjoying Europe. I mean I think it’s great that she isn’t moping around the way she was after she left Bill. I think it’s great that she’s getting on with her life.”

“But you even admit that the letters could be fake. It could all be a lie.”

“Do we have any proof? Take one of these to the police and they’ll laugh you right out of the station. I mean look at her past and there is no way we can even come close to convincing anyone that something nefarious happened.”

“We should go there. We can hire an investigator. We can find out what goes on around Esoterica.”

“Right and I can just go to the bank and pull about $10,000 out to cover the cost.”

“You can borrow against the TSP.”

Dan thought that was pretty a drastic measure since the TSP or Thrift Savings Plan was the government equivalent of an employer matching 401K account.

“The TSP is part of our retirement.”

“I know but if Shirley’s in trouble, I’d give up anything to help her.”

“And if she isn’t in trouble, we’re out about 15 percent of our retirement money.”

“I know I’m right.”

“Ok, I won’t argue tonight. Let’s sleep on it,” Dan said as he switched off the light.

The next morning the sun was shining. Dan asked Sis about the loan or getting the money and she thought that maybe she was just thinking too much. They decided to wait for a few more letters to come before doing anything as extreme as pulling a major part of their savings to go on what could well be a wild goose chase.

Two weeks later, Sis was surfing the net. She was looking at one of her favorite extreme latex sites. She fantasized about such bizarre adventures but she knew that she could never really do that. She sometimes wondered about the models in the pictures posted on the net. Some of the poses were almost beyond belief.

The site she had slipped into was one in Germany. She marveled at how Europeans and especially Germans could come up with such extreme and imaginative sexual fantasies. The latex just seemed to enhance about any fetish. Straight bondage, latex made it more extreme; animal transformation, latex added; gender modification, latex just increased the thrill; medical games, shiny rubber provided just the right touch of sterility; turning someone into a latex slave, incredible.

Sis was clicking through renowned fetish photographer Fritz’s site. There were new pictures of a “Walk in the Park” and “Frolicking Dogs”. She was amazed that three people dressed in such bizarre rubber could stroll around a public park with such little notice. If she ever did that on the River Walk back in San Antonio, she’d be arrested on the spot.

The two slaves seemed to be having quite a bit of fun as they cuddled and hugged and looked into each other’s eyes and…

The female slave had obvious Asian eyes. I mean behind the respirator and the hood that hid all but the eyes themselves she couldn’t be positive, but she just knew that those eyes were Asian and familiar.

The male slave was pretty tall too. Bill was tall, over 6’ 5”. Shirley was 5’ 2”. This rubber couple could well be them. Still, how could she be sure? She downloaded a number of the pictures to disk. The dog pictures were obviously the same three people. The dog/slaves seemed to be cavorting about the park with abandon. It was fairly obvious that these two were enjoying what they were doing. Was it staged?

She couldn’t read the print of the site. It was in German and there was no English translation though ‘Esoterica’ did show up here and there. She knew that the computer at work had a translator program on it. She thought about bringing such a text into work and getting a translation. She decided the risk was minimal and if there were any questions, she had a reason that just might justify her action. She copied all of the text to clipboard and saved it to disk as well.

She read the text in amazement. “Mistress Esoterica gives her favorite slaves a treat, a walk in the park. They enjoy the warm sun on their rubbery bodies. The sun feels so good on their skin but they are hot from more than the sun. Sparks of love fly as the two lovebirds snuggle and cuddle for their Mistress’ pleasure.”

“Mistress Esoterica takes her Dobermans for a walk. They get a bit too frisky when the leashes are removed. Esoterica frowns as she realizes her two dogs are rutting right there in the park. Better beware, little doggies the punishment could be severe for such indiscretions.”

“Damn,” Sis muttered. “Esoterica.”

She did a search on tourist sights in Mannheim, Germany. It didn’t take long before she was looking at pictures of the Chinese pavilion in the park and the Wasserturm Park. Now she wanted to have someone with a good quality photo editor program to look really closely at the pictures. She copied a small section of the picture that showed only the eyes and a little bit of the respirator and hood. There was no way to identify anything but the eyes. She copied a picture of her sister and pasted it to the same frame. She saved the picture in the highest possibly resolution.

“I’m about 85 percent certain that the eyes belong to the same person,” said John Dravick, the unit IT technician. “That’s as good as I can get. Those funny goggles she is wearing and that dark shadow behind them in the one picture and the fact that you don’t have much more than her eyes in it reduce my confidence level. I was able to resize one picture so that the eyes were the same size and then measure the distance between the pupils. That distance is close to the same when I estimate the geometry of the different pose angles. You can tell that the irises and eye shapes are pretty much the same though those goggles definitely distort the color some. There are specialists who might do better.”

“Thanks, John. You’re a real friend.” Sis called Dan and told him what she found out.

The next day Dan went to the personal benefits office and applied for a loan against his Thrift Savings Plan. The administrative assistant helped him with the forms. She made sure that he understood that failure to repay the loan prior to retiring would result in a reduced benefit from the account. She pointed out the penalty paragraph that indicated what taxes would be due on any amount borrowed for other than purchasing a house or going to school.
He acknowledged understanding of the paragraph and grimaced at the thought that Uncle Sam already was going to get about $2,000 of the loan. He changed the amount to $15,000. The clerk raised her eyebrows.

“I forgot I have to pay Uncle Sam for the privilege of borrowing my own money,” he said wryly.

Chapter 11 - Mistress in Training

“There is more to being a Mistress than just sex, my Apprentice. In fact, psychological aspects of being a mistress are far more demanding than the sex. Your slaves will always be playing games with you. Sometimes they will test you and maybe even challenge your authority. Beware, you can easily become a slave to another if you’re not careful.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Apprentice Mistress Shirley.

“One thing, dear, we need to change that name. I mean what conjures up a more mysterious impression, Mistress Esoterica or Mistress Jan?

“Jan?” Shirley intelligently held back a giggle.

“I can see your mirth in your eyes. Yes, Jan is my real name.”

“I see your point.”

“So I shall call you Apprentice Mistress Angelica. I like that. Are you an angel of compassion or an angel of iniquity? You’re slaves alone will know.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“So, Apprentice Angelica, the question is how do you approach the many and varied desires of your clients and property? You’re clients have immediate fantasies that will be fulfilled then they go home. Your properties have made long-term commitments and have given you complete loyalty, sacrifice and homage. They must be treated with the respect they earned through their devotion. Reward them and punish them fairly. Determine their strengths and weaknesses. Strive to help them overcome weaknesses and concentrate strengths to better serve you.”

“How do I know what they need?”

“Many can tell you what they want, you must figure out if it’s what they need. They equate want for need but they all have a deeper reason to come to us. They are missing something in life and looking to find it. They are lost. Clients look for a few hours to be removed from the pressures of their lives. Many come to us to be stripped of all the baggage in life they carry, whether it’s their power, their frustrations, or their failings. They want to touch their basic human desires.

“Some come to us for solution. Those are the ones who will apply to be permanent members of your little family. Special guidance and cultivation of the spirit must keep them from being so broken that they cease to ask for challenge. Most want to serve a strict regimen that affords no tolerance for failure and rewards such behavior with instant punishment. Many desire to have humiliation so they can endure and triumph over the worst imaginable situation. You must make certain to find the tolerances and stretch them beyond.

“Some come thinking a short hour or two in our care will satisfy their needs. Many of them spend an hour or two with us and I see something that shows me they are afraid to confront what they really want and are afraid to go back outside. Those are the ones that wind up disappearing through convenient accidents and joining our little family.”

“I see. How did Bill come here?”

“Who?” Mistress Esoterica didn’t hide her irritation at the name.

“I apologize. How did Slave 32 come here?”

“Ah, was Slave 32 a client that couldn’t leave or did he want to be here permanently from the start? Well, he applied for a permanent position. In fact he was planning on visiting two other Mistresses besides me. He thought he could interview a Mistress for a position, not realizing that it is always the Mistress to choose a slave, not the other way around. I think he meant to visit some mistress in England first. We sort of apprehended him at Heathrow and brought him here. You see, I selected him and made sure he became mine.”

“Thank you. At least I know that he had already made the choice to take this path and wasn’t swayed or coerced.”

“Well, yes he made the choice of the life. He seeked us out. I was one of the three finalists in his ‘interview process.’ I suppose that a little coercion was involved in that my operatives made certain that he came to my family first…then I chose to keep him.”

“Thank you for telling me, Mistress.”

“Have you ever been pleasured by a woman?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’ve been with us almost six months and I’ve seen you enjoy your Slave 32’s company a few times and I know that you’ve enjoyed the pleasure of forced masturbation with vibrators but have you ever been pleasured by a female? It’s funny that it never occurred to me until now to stretch your mind in that way. After all some of my most needing clients are women. They crave the hot yet soft passion that many men don’t know how to provide. They crave to be controlled by a loving female hand rather than a harsh callous male. Many dominate their businesses or their men but want to be dominated. They fear the thought of a master but a dominating mistress seems fine. You must understand the needs of a woman as well to be a complete mistress. So I ask the question again, Have you ever been with a woman?”

“No, I haven’t. It never crossed my mind that women would want other women. I mean I know there are women who do it with each other, just I never thought of a woman wanting me.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised at how many women would fall for you when they see you all dressed in latex dominatrix clothes. They’d be lining up to serve you and gain your reward.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Enjoying the pleasure of another woman through latex can be the most satisfying moment in your life. I will show you approaches to satisfying yourself and your slave, if you choose, or to deny her while you have your satisfaction.”

Mistress Esoterica proceeded to give a long lecture on the erogenous zones of the female anatomy with emphasis on the best ways to bring on slow building arousal. Angelica’s thoughts began to wander with the discussion. She shook her legs and doodled on the note pad. She began to daydream of the night she and 32 had performed for Esoterica. 32 had been locked to her back with his hot shaft seated firmly inside her pussy while Mistress watched from her perch and fingered the base of the vibrator inside her pussy. Angelica had found that Esoterica could become very aroused in her latex garb and enjoy her own erotic highs for hours on end. But she also knew that the thick latex prevented a final release unless she switched the vibe on. Angelica wanted to reach that level of prolongation of the arousal and the accompanying heightened explosion that resulted from the long building heat. 32 was pumping into her hot pussy as best he could considering the restricted bindings holding them together and she was being suitably responsive. His arms were locked across her chest and she guided his fingers to her breasts so he could pinch and massage her swollen nipples. She was moaning in passion and arching her back to push him further into her hot dripping cunt.

“Angelica, I asked you a question!” Admonished Mistress Esoterica.

“I beg your pardon, Ma’am. I didn’t understand the question.”

“You didn’t hear it is more like it. I was going to put two slaves in my newest device and let you assist in the supervision of the session but since you seem to have your mind elsewhere, I believe you need to experience the device firsthand. What better way to learn about another woman and her needs than by hands-on training.” Esoterica signaled two males that had been standing in the shadows.

They brought Angelica to an open area in front of Esoterica’s table while Slave 28, female, was brought in through the side door. Mistress Esoterica pulled a bundle of folded black latex from beneath her table. She held the bundle up for Angelica and the slaves to see.

“This is a prototype “69” suit. It is modeled after a “shorty” wetsuit that some surfing types might wear. The suit has some differences. There are no armholes or sleeves. The arm sleeves are internal and will zip tightly holding the wearer’s arms firmly to his or her side. There are actually two suits attached to each other to form the overall suit. The hood part of each is attached to the other’s crotch,” Esoterica said tapping one of the hoods.

“Inside the hood is a valve that opens the rigid breathing way to the top of the hood here.” She pointed to the opening in the top of one of the hoods located between the leg holes of the attached suit.

“As you can see pushing this part at the mouth opens the path to the nostrils. The flap must be pressed and held open with the tongue to keep the airway free. This means the slaves inside must be constantly pleasuring each other to breathe.”

Despite her sudden change of status, Angelica couldn’t help but ask, “How does it work with a male/female? I mean I see how it works for the tongues.”

“Ah, now you’re alert and asking. It’s still too late to avoid the punishment, 35.” Esoterica reminded Angelica that she was still Slave 35. “The female slave uses her tongue to hold the valve open until the shaft slides past the valve and into the mouth. When the male cums and his cock goes limp, she must use her tongue to keep the valve open and as a result continues to lick the flaccid cock. In no time at all he’s all heated up and ready for another orgasm. A female slave had better like spunk for dinner or this pleasure could be torture. Then again the male may be the one in torture as the female has to suck on him for as long as the Mistress demands.”

Esoterica walked to Angelica. She opened the crotch zip of Angelica’s suit to expose her pussy. Once Angelica had made the decision to be a Mistress Apprentice, the more permanent arrangement in the suit had been modified by adding a crotch zip. “As a mistress apprentice, you will step into the suit.”

Slaves held one side of the suit at Angelica’s feet and she stepped into the leg openings. The thick latex suit was quickly pulled to her crotch. The other suit hung loosely about her waist. The slaves then pulled the suit to her shoulders. One held her arm in position while the other closed the zipper of the left sleeve, locking her left arm between the suit and her side. They repeated the procedure with the right arm. She presented a bizarre appearance with the empty shell of the torso hanging from her body. The empty legs were dangling from the attached hood at her throat.

One slave pulled the hood to her face, cutting off her vision and began to pull the zipper from the crown down the back to the bottom of her waist. Angelica was tightly squeezed by the straightjacket style of the thick latex and she couldn’t move her arms. The thick waist allowed very little movement from side to side as she stood waiting for what was next. She panicked as she found she couldn’t breathe. Remembering the requirement she pushed her tongue through the opening in the hood lifting the hinged valve cover and letting air to her nose. She heard the whooshing sound of her breath as air flowed in and out of the short venturi connecting the inside of the hood to the life giving outside air.
Slave 35 was gently lowered to the ground then she felt ankle cuffs being attached and was soon lifted upside down.

“This is one way to ease the entry of the other slave into the suit,” Mistress Esoterica said by way of explanation to her recalcitrant apprentice as she supervised the suspension process. After all as an apprentice she deserved to know what was going on so when she became a full-fledged Mistress she would know the tricks.

“Now we must open the vagina of Slave 28’s suit. Pity to have to do this to her 24/5 suit on only the third day but I suppose we can work out something to make the damage worthwhile. Now help her into the suit.”

Angelica’s shoulders were held as she felt two legs sliding into the leg openings about her ears. She was lifted slightly until she smelled the musky scent of pussy juice, sweat and latex. She found her mouth drawn into a tight area bounded by two hugging rubber legs and the hot opening to Slave 28’s succulent pussy. She couldn’t help but explore the heat of the soft lips at her mouth. She soon felt the body heat and press of the slave as her arms were locked into the sleeves of her suit and finally she jolted in surprise as she felt the exploratory tongue from her bound partner touching her own hot flower.

Slaves held both bound captives as they were lowered to the ground and placed on their sides. Angelica felt the leg cuffs removed to only have her legs encased in a single binding glove. The latex wrap forced her legs tightly together, squeezing the slave’s head at her crotch. Next her legs were pulled up and forward as far as possible placing her body in a pike position with the head of her partner the focal point of the triangle formed by her legs and the binder. Her pussy was the vertex angle of the vice-like legs drawing the head and tongue of the slave as far into her dripping pussy as physically possible. Her thighs pressed the shoulders of her partner. The strain on her legs and lower body was barely tolerable though the bindings helped hold her position. She soon could feel the Slave’s legs tight against the sides of her hood. She felt her head in the vice of the rubbery legs and her tongue forced deeper inside her partner. The squeezing of the legs was pure ecstasy and the tight gripping legs cut off all sounds. Soon she felt the thighs pushing her shoulders.

Her head and pussy were in complete ecstasy while the rest of her body strained in its bindings. The balance of the situation appealed to her analytic bend and she realized that this game, like so many she had encountered since arriving, was a delicately orchestrated equilibrium of opposing pain and pleasure that resulted in the deepest arousal and animal desires she had ever known.

She was hot and the overpowering aroma of aroused pussy drove Angelica to launch with a passion to the task of bringing satisfaction to her new partner. She was quickly rewarded as the slave reciprocated by thrusting her tongue deep inside Angelica’s own aroused pussy. The two were oblivious to any audience as they focused on the immediate demand of latex lust and sexual bliss. Angelica thrust her tongue and swirled it around the heavenly chamber. She felt the wet juices, drank the gushing delight, inhaled the musky mix of cool air and hot sex. The elixir of love was bringing her to an inevitable plateau of arousal.

The slave was working hard on Angelica’s own need and the two came together in frenzied jerks and gasps. Tongues pulled away as spasms of pleasure rocked the bound bodies. Breathing cut off and the two found themselves struggling for air as waves of passion and climax rocked their frenzied bodies. Surely the latex would rip from the abuse of the two bucking animals but it was strong and held them tightly in its stretchy embrace.

Panting for breath and near fainting, Angelica drove her tongue back into the waiting opening, lifting the valve and restoring airflow. She felt the Slave tongue enter her at the same moment. She sucked the air and wavered in a floating dream of hot rubber. She was soon riding to another powerful cum as she slurped thick sweet juices from her attached lover. She came in a rolling wave of lust that washed over her again. She pulled the tongue out panting hard and air stopped. She quickly pushed her tongue inside and held it still as she drew the life-giving air. She sensed her partner had been ravaged by a second orgasm as she sucked more juice from between her swollen love lips.

“Two times in the first five minutes.” Angelica heard the voice of Mistress Esoterica from a distance, though she must have been standing right next to her and maybe even shouting. Angelica felt the light stroking of a hand on her flank.

“It’s wonderful to see how quickly you learn how to satisfy a female. And with such enthusiasm too.” Esoterica whacked Angelica sharply. “Keep up the good work, my dear.”

Esoterica alternately stroked and whacked the bound slave lovers for the next several minutes. “I had hoped that you could spell me in this task, Angelica, but then I guess this is a much better training for you. The memory will be much better imprinted.”

Angelica felt the close breath of her mistress through the heavy latex. She felt her soft hand stroking her body. She even thought a tongue might be slowly licking the latex skin. Then the whack of the crop broke her reverie.

Angelica was pushing her tongue into the pussy at her face. She wasn’t licking or moving it a bit. She just held it there to keep the airway open. Slave 28 seemed to be doing much the same. It was obvious that the two quick and explosive cums demanded a respite that couldn’t be found. Now Mistress was having fun caressing her charges and teasing them with her riding crop. The two didn’t need to stimulate each other but they needed to maintain penetration to breathe. The hot tongue inside her pussy aroused her despite its stillness. In the rising heat a third slowly rising orgasm rippled through her body.

“We had to open Slave 28’s suit for the demonstration and her rest cycle isn’t for another thirty-six hours. I think we can leave you two together until then. Have fun and don’t forget to keep the tongues well planted.”

Chapter 12 - Accidental Tourists

Dan and Sis descended the steps that had been rolled up to the plane. Rather than taking his annual health and moral leave in the States, Dan and Sis had come to Germany. The really nice thing about it was that the Air Force paid for the flight. Of course they traveled Space-A, one of those benefits of working for the Department of Defense. Traveling in H&M leave status gave them seating priority right after travelers on military orders.

Rhein-Main Air Base was the Air Force transportation hub for the Air Mobility Command in Europe. Located near Frankfort, it was almost too good to be true as a destination from which to get to Mannheim, a mere one hour south. The price was certainly right, though comfort was lacking.

It was three weeks before a flight going from Japan to Germany came available. Dan had his leave in the “basket” waiting for a flight to be available. He had decided early on that the occasional flight directly to Europe was a better choice than flying to the West Coast, having to wait a day to catch a flight to the East Coast, then another day before finally getting on a flight to Europe.

It was a very long flight looping in a big southern crescent that kept the plane in international territory from Japan through the South China Sea, the Indian Ocean, over the Red Sea and the Suez until reaching Italy and finally Germany. The flight made two stops, Diego Garcia where the crew remained overnight and he and Sis had to stay in some very rudimentary quarters at a whopping $30 a night and Italy to pick up passengers going to Germany. It was long flying. It was noisy flying. The big C-17 didn’t have any windows. The in-flight meals were good old AMC box lunches but they got to Germany for less than $100 total.

Armed with a map and rental car, Dan and Sis set off for Mannheim. The trip took them south into Bavaria, the very mystic heart of Germany. This was the land of rolling hills, towns and cities in river valleys framed by the German Alps, a structured land with a manicured look.

One curve would reveal a schloss, possibly in the same family since it was built in the 1600s, on the side of a hill overlooking the valley, another a small town laid out in geometric squares with bright green hills all around. Farm houses spotted the countryside. Dan got the image of Amish country as he saw the neatly fenced properties, most of them only a few acres size. There were no vast industrialized farms here. The occasional horse drawn cart or ancient tractor took the place of massive combines in this land.

Dan realized that more likely than not the truth about Shirley was what they had read in the letters. She could well be living in one of the castles he saw hanging precariously above the river valley floor on the side of a cliff. The scenery was beautiful. Oddly, it had a Disneyland quality about it. He half expected to see the Disney characters waving from the side of the road or maybe an army of maintenance people making sure every blade of grass was the right color and in the right place.
The Mack Hotel was neat and clean. It was also fairly reasonable. The Whitneys’ checked in only two hours after getting off the plane in Rhein Main.

“First we rest a little then I’ll make some calls,” Dan said sprawling on the bed.

“I could have some fun in a place like this if I weren’t so tired,” quipped Sis. “It’s too bad we didn’t bring along even a few of our things.”

“Yes, I’m sure the Germans wouldn’t mind but the AMC Baggage Smashers might have asked some embarrassing questions,” Dan said with a yawn.

“Oh, well,” Sis sighed.

She turned on the TV and began to watch German Cable TV. She was surprised to see most of the American cable stations. Then there were the local broadcast networks. She surfed through the choices checking out what might be interesting. Most of the American cable stuff was in English. Even one of the German stations ran an English language news show. The anchor spoke almost accent free English, rather American! The guy could be from Kansas for all she knew. When he did a little banter with his co-anchor, they spoke German.

The weather came on and a rather well endowed blond woman did the maps and current conditions. As she went into the forecast she pointed out that a southern weather system would be influencing the region for the next two days and they could expect morning showers with afternoon clearing. So her recommendation morning outings was…a picture of her came on the screen dressed in a heavy rubber Mac cinched tightly at her waist, kinky rubber stiletto boots peaked from under the skirt of the Mac and the skin hugging rubber gloves poking out of the sleeves of the coat were unmistakable. Sis also noticed that the collar of the coat was slightly turned down and the distinctive shine of a latex top showed above the lapels. She also wore a floppy rubberized rain hat. For the afternoon, a picture of her wearing more conventional clothing popped on the screen, you can expect to see some sun. But keep that umbrella or coat handy just in case!” She said in closing.

Sis stared at the TV as it switched to the anchor.

“Thank you Heidi. As usual your graphic depiction is appreciated. Are you saying we can look forward to some heavy rain in the morning?”

“Ya, there might be some thunder showers. And even in the afternoon there could be some in the foothills so the same clothes might just be the ticket if you’re planning an outing in the meadows.”

“And in sports…”

Sis mind slowly digested the information and she realized that she had just seen a rather fetishy picture on commercial TV. It wasn’t all that fetish but the sight of a woman dressed neck to toe in rubber never happened in her normal world, only her fantasy one.

She started looking through the phone book. Actually she had two purposes in mind. She first looked for a local private dick to hire to look into what happened with her sister, the second was to check out what the listings for lingerie, leather goods or even latex might have. The phone book was in German. She had to consult her English to German dictionary to figure out the headings.

“Lack”, “Leder”, “Gummi”…It didn’t take long for Sis to figure out these key words. What surprised her was there were quite a few listings for just this and they were not buried behind enigmatic catch phrases. There were actually three shops in town that carried rubber wear that were listed in the phone book. One of them seemed to be exclusively into “gummi and latex” as the extra advert box proclaimed. The other two were leather and latex shops. That usually meant 99 percent leather, and well you get the idea. “This place could well be interesting after all,” thought Sis.

“You don’t have to pay me for the information, Mr. Whitney. It’s no secret that Mistress Esoterica has many members of her household that weren’t necessarily planning on staying with her but decided that her offer of employment was better than any previous life. But there are no complaints to the local police and there are seldom any untidy pieces to fix, is that the phrase?”

“Loose ends?”

“Yes, that’s what you Americans call it.” Herr Doctor Ludwig Bannerman sat behind his desk. He was expansive in his information about Mistress Esoterica. Of course, he still expected a nice sum from this American for the office visit and the information he provided. He wondered how naïve this fellow was. He could have found out the same information just by visiting one or two specialty stores in town or dropping by one of the two or three clubs that have special events. Of course the information was well laundered. His doctorate in criminology would have been wasted on this investigation since he already knew everything there was to know about Mistress Esoterica. He also knew to keep his mouth shut about the details.

Sis sat with Dan impassively. She knew this guy was playing it close to his vest. Bannerman studied the woman sitting with her husband She looked like a slightly older version of the slave he had seen at Mistress Esoterica’s. Well, her eyes were the same and her body would certainly wear tight latex as nicely as the slave’s. He might have guessed they were related had he not been told but probably not. Latex enclosed people, especially ones who were gagged as a matter of course, tended to loose their individuality in this little piece of the world.

Bannerman stood. “I’ll let you know if anything else comes up while you’re in town. I’ve got the hotel number and you have my card. As for the matter of compensation, I don’t see any need for a retainer at this point, however, the office charge is 100 EU an hour. I charge whole hours, no fractions, so that will be 300 EU.”

Dan handed over a 500EU note. “Here’s 500. You’ve been, ah, helpful. Don’t bother with change.”

“Danke, Herr Whitney.” Bannerman shook hands.

story continued in part three

29.05.03

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