Part 9: Will You Eva

Eva’s Introduction

“Eva, we are operating here a health center of special services to clients who are wealthy enough to afford them regularly. These clients are demanding high quality services; they are most of the time stressed. Our role is to relax them, to satisfy deep needs of theirs in the most comfortable and efficient way. The clients know what they need and want, and we take their indications to provide what they are looking for.” Madam Gwen spoke slowly to make sure Eva could understand. She continued: “Because we have many clients, men and women, we need you very much.” Madam Gwen smiled. “Before anything, let me show you this house, and you will understand what we do. Follow me. Patricia is waiting for us.”

They went to the dining room where Patricia was laying down the dishes for dinner.

“Has the food been delivered, Patricia?”

“Yes, Madam! It is kept warm in the kitchen.”

“This is well then. We shall eat in a few minutes.”

Turning to Eva, “Let me show you the guest rooms first; after dinner we shall see the rest of the house.”

When dinner was finished, Eva asked:

“May I clear the table and wash the dishes?”

“Both of you do this and join me to the parlour” answered Madam Gwen.

In the kitchen Trish handed to Eva a comprehensive latex apron; she saw nothing strange since she was used to it for years.

“It is your first day” said Trish. “As time goes on, you must first ask if you can ask a question; always look down when you ask. This is one of the strange rules of this house.”

“Ok! But I need some information now. Are we here in a brothel, a deviate one, what is this house anyway?”

“No, it is a health center for the body and for the mind where latex and all kinds of other therapies are used to bring the client what he or she first chose. We do nothing that the client does not want in the first place. We hardly suggest anything to our clients. We do not have sex with them ever, here or anywhere. Work is work, our personal lives are a separate domain. However, in order for you to understand what these clients may be subjected to – of their own free will, I remind you – you need to experience it at least once. You will understand new dimensions to yourself that you never knew were there, and you will like it a lot.”

The kitchen cleaned, the young women hung their latex aprons to the hooks and joined Madam Gwen in the parlour.

“Very well, let us go to the medical room first.”

She led the way and switched on the bright lights as they entered. Madam Gwen explained everything in general terms.

“Patricia, I want to hear you explain what we have in these closets and drawers. Do not go in too much detail since we have time to go over them later on.”

Patricia started with the enema equipment, followed by the bonding, restraints paraphernalia. Then she moved to the stimulation drawers, nipple clips, enlargers, gags, butt plugs, dildos, etc. She moved on to the masks of all kinds, blinders, special gloves. She opened the closets to show special corsets, body bags with and without restraints of different length and sizes.

“You will have the opportunity to work here very soon, but you will need to experience some of these things before, otherwise you cannot gauge the reactions of the client.”

Eva was so taken back by all she saw that she did not have the voice to ask a question.

They went into the next room, the resting room where patients are wheeled after treatments, or in preparation to.

Like black larvae in a dark corner, there were two clients there who had wanted to experience deep bonding to latex. They had gone through enemas four times already, and were kept on a water only fast for at least four or five days. To the water, vitamins and aphrodisiacs were added in various amounts depending. There were one male and one female. They could not move, nor could they see or hear anything but what came through the TV goggles and earphones. Once a day, a soapy solution and rinse water were flushed into and out of their suit because they urinated inside it; after that cleansing, a liquid jell with emoluments for the skin was injected in six different places, and the care giver made sure that the entire body was coated with it. Periodically, several vibrators would stimulate them just short of orgasm. However, once a day they were sexually satisfied. Eva was explained all of this.

“May I ask a question”, she asked timidly.

“Of course, you may; what is it?” answered Madam Gwen.

“What happens after they are bonded to latex?”

“Well, understand that it is not their skin that is bonded, but their mind, their libido, their sexuality, the core of their personality. They want to feel and enjoy latex all the time for the rest of their lives. They feel uncomfortable in anything else but latex. That’s what is meant by bonding. It also will extend to their relationships.”

“Do men and women want to be like that?”

“More men than women, because it takes longer for women to submit to latex. However, when women do, the bonding goes far deeper into them than in men.”

Eva realized that she was already bonded to latex, and that her sexuality too was linked to it. However, she always dreamt of men, of penis. That’s when she realized how randy she had become. Every step, in fact, because of her groping pants, was bringing her closer to orgasm. She did not know how to tell it to Madam Gwen, for she was embarrassed.

“Let us go to the laundry room where you will help us to begin with” led Madam Gwen.

“With all these guests, and ourselves, we have equipped a laundry room especially geared to cleaning and maintaining loads of latex garments and things, as you can well imagine. We have some rules however. At all times while doing laundry, you must be covered by a cape with long sleeves and hood. You have to tighten the protective glasses, and wear elbow length gloves and a pair of household gloves on top. You also must use these Wellington boots. On top of that you will tie one of these large latex apron. What you wear under the cape is your choice according to the season and temperature. Before you leave the laundry room, all this protective equipment needs to be cleaned with the hose and dry.”

Eva looked at four capes of different lengths and colors, at the aprons, the boots, and a basket full of gloves and glasses. Everything was thought of. She also saw that there was a door giving outside, and a couple of windows that would help change the air from time to time.

“Soon, Patricia will show you how to use every piece of equipment here. If you do not know exactly what to do, ask rather than make a mistake.”

Eva’s Initiation

Eva decided to ask another question.

“When you will start training me, what will be the first step?”

“We shall see “answered Madam Gwen quizzically.

Eva was a little shocked as Madam Gwen led the way back to the medical room, switched the lights off behind her and closed the doors of the resting room, leaving two human beings totally helpless in their latex cocoons.

“Patricia! Prepare Eva while I change into my uniform, and do the same when I come back.”

When Madam Gwen had left, Eva asked anxiously,

“What is happening, what are you going to do to me?”

“Don’t worry about a thing. I lived through it fine, and I enjoyed it a lot. Calm down. It is the beginning of your training. Let me take off your clothes and help you on this gynaecological chair. You have nothing to fear. Just enjoy! Trust me, you won’t be sorry. You will not be hurt. If you hurt, tell me right away. Will you?”

That seemed to quiet Eva some. Trish could remember her first day, how she had to go through all of this, and how in the end, she was so happy she did. She remembered that latex was then all foreign to her, while for Eva, it appeared to have been in her life for years.

Trish told Eva the story with her car’s engine dying on the highway, and all that happened until Madam Gwen rescued her.

In no time, Eva was tied on the G-table, hands, legs in the stirrups; Trish slipped on gloves and covered Eva’s slim and beautiful body with talcum powder and laid the comprehensive latex sheet on her, but for her face through the hole provided for it. Trish had also left on Eva her underwear since it was outfitted with the standard vibrator of the house. Madam Gwen would indicate what she would do with it. Trish began to lightly rub Eva’s body with the latex sheet, a slow, gentle, and, with time, arousing her feelings. More and more, Eva was moaning her pleasure. She felt the intensity of these erotic latex caresses like never before, even more arousing as it was the work of someone else’s hands. The awareness of the insert was growing on her, and she longed to have it bring her to climax. However, she came to realize even more alarmingly that she was tied hands and feet. She decided to move her hips left and right to try to satisfy the urge that was driving her crazy.

Madam Gwen walked back in dressed in her comprehensive red nursing latex uniform. Trish looked at her and wondered what she had under that ankle length dress. She was wearing a mask tucked into the collar of the dress, with goggles, and a huge apron. She was double gloved too, and wore boots no doubt. Equipped for anything that would splash, she pulled out of the pocket located under her apron the switching unit to Eva’s vibrator. After checking that the insert was still in place, she sent Trish away to get into her nurse uniform. Trish could not see Madam Gwen’s expression, but by the kind of uniform she chose to wear, she was sure that Eva was in for a v-e-r-y long and thorough treatment.

Trish had to go to her room in the servants’ house, take off her French maid uniform and dress up for the purpose. She knew it would take time. She decided that using a couple more minutes to get herself “comfortable” was not going to influence the therapy overall. After an exciting shower with meticulous attention to her vagina and labia, she prepared herself with talcum powder. She chose to put on very soft latex underwear without knobs over the insert de rigueur. From there she pulled on a white latex leotard without sleeves with high collar. Then she pulled on her head a white latex mask with eyes, and nose opening. She could breathe through the mouth also through little holes perforated in the material. She tied the surgical mask to protect her nose and mouth in case, and placed her goggles on top of her forehead too. Over her arms she slipped on elbow length black gloves, and pulled on another shorter pair of red ones. She pulled a pair of white stockings all the way up to her crotch. She then passed over her head her mid thigh length red latex nursing dress which was tight everywhere, and zipped it up. She sprayed it shiny too. Looking at the mirror, she felt she looked very sexy indeed. But she covered herself with her green latex ankle length nurse’s smock, and tied her white nurse’s apron tight on top. She went back to the medical room, anticipating taking over from Madam Gwen.

When she arrived there, the mistress was in the process of giving Eva her third enema, an enemata not designed to cleanse, but to soothe; it also was laced with aphrodisiacs. Madam Gwen had tested the vibrators in Eva, and had evaluated her extreme response. She had almost instantly climaxed and had been begging for more a couple of minutes later. Taking Trish apart, she told her:

“I believe we are looking at an unusual kind of nymphomania with her, and I am curious to find out how far she can take it. We might as well know now and direct all that libido to latex” remarked Madam Gwen. “Patricia, are you ready for an all night therapeutic session the likes of which you have never seen, and probably never will again?”

Madam Gwen was not asking Trish. She gently pulled out the enema hose, and pushed in Eva’s anus a butt plug looking like a series of large pearls welded to each other.

“Patricia, you have never seen this item; it is the most erotic vibrator I know of for that orifice. When I am done with the enema, you will give her vaginal douche with that solution. Douche her twice thoroughly.”

Trish was looking and learning. She was slowly rubbing the latex sheet over Eva’s body; Eva was moaning her guts out, but the gag stopped most of the sound. Trish slipped her hand under the sheet to give her some comfort skin on skin. She seized her breast and patted it a little to tell her that all was well, that she had nothing to worry about. Trish proceeded to the douching as instructed while Madame Gwen took over the gentle caressing with the latex sheet.

“Push the double vibrator dildo back into Eva’s vagina, when you are done,” instructed Madam Gwen.

The sensations obviously caused what it was supposed to. Eva started to twist on the table, and the latex sheet caressing her skin just increased her excitement into a paroxysm of stimuli she could not manage any more.

“Eva!” Madam Gwen said aloud, “You want more orgasms, don’t you?” Eva understood and shook her head approvingly.

“Your lust is out of control, Eva, and I will need to educate you to control yourself. First, I need to know how many orgasms you can have and for how long.”

Madam Gwen was speaking slow, making sure Eva understood.

“You are going to be here all night, and we will give you enough stimulation until you cannot have any more orgasm. Do you understand?”

Eva shook her head to say yes.

“So, be a good girl, and be good with yourself. Enjoy to the maximum. Will you?”

Eva must have been sedated some, because she did not show the anxiety Trish had first seen. Madam Gwen’s hand lifted the latex sheet and gave some comforting caresses with her rubber gloved hands on Eva’s breasts.

“Place on her the wide abdominal latex belt real tight, Patricia, will you?

This done, Madam Gwen turned on the two vibrators of Eva’s insert. That new dimension of excitement in Eva’s belly changed the pattern of the gentle latex caressing, and Eva could feel the next orgasm rapidly building up. She did not realize how long it would take until it would occur. Contractions came on faster and faster, she was pushing and pushing against that belt, frustrated that she could not pass over the hill, as it were. All of a sudden the orgasm set in; her limbs were pulling on its restraints, her hands were trying to hold onto something, her head was rolling from left to right and back, she was screaming into her gag, her eyes were rolling.

“Take off the abdominal belt, Patricia.”

No sooner was Eva’s abdomen free, that her belly arched up and down, quicker and quicker; she was exhausted, but could not help. The latex sheet added its stimulation from head to toe. She was in an erotic pandemonium unlike anything she had ever experienced. After a while, Madam Gwen stopped the vibrators of the insert, and slowly pulled in and out the butt plug. The sensations had changed again, and new kinds of orgasms were rushing in. Then she turned the vibrators on again, and the vibrator of the but plug while pushing in and out. It was too much; Eva fainted.

“Ok! We have a few minutes to pack her in a totally latex environment with earplugs and TV goggles. We will leave her for a while in this.”

“May I ask a question.”

“Yes, Patricia?”

“How can you tell that she is a nymphomaniac?”

Over sexed

“Look at her labia. First, she has a huge clitoris which I am going to enlarge in the coming days; I want it to rub against her underwear constantly. Secondly, look at the sucking motion of her vagina!”

Madam Gwen just touched it, and Eva’s vaginal muscular ring went into successive suctions even though she was unconscious.

“This girl needs a presence in there, and more than that, the feeling of penetration. She must be quite frustrated; we need to explore and optimize her needs and fulfillments.”

Without waiting a minute, Madam Gwen went into action.

“Help me slip on these latex stockings, this short corset with garters, and let us replace her mask with the one with earphones and TV goggles. We also will put this inflatable gag into her mouth. Make sure that the air tubes into her nostrils and are well placed and clear. We only have a few moments to do this before she wakes up.”

The two women worked quickly and efficiently. The whole operation took a few minutes. The mask was the most delicate installation so far.

“Now, pass to me the breasts’ vacuum cups, the labia vacuum cup, and the clitoris’ vacuum tube.”

Madam Gwen installed one breast cup and Trish the other. Trish shaved around the pubis area to ensure a perfect seal, while Madam Gwen passed the tube for the clitoris vacuum tube through the labia vacuum cup and sealed it. Trish connected all these air and electrical things to control boxes. Then Madam Gwen installed a catheter for collecting Eva’s urine to a transparent bag; she passed the tube through an aperture in the labia vacuum cup, sealed it, and connected the end of the tube to the catheter.

After that they inserted an inflatable vaginal dildo doted with small electrodes all around. The wires were passed through another aperture and sealed. Then the vacuum cup over her labia was set with jell all around the seal, and the vacuum tube was connected. The pumping held it in place just like the breasts vacuum cups. The clitoris vacuum tube was not started as of yet. It was plugged into the control unit, for it worked separately. Madam Gwen connected the butt plug. After that they laced around her a latex corset that went from her hips up to under her breasts. They also slipped over her hands latex mittens that made her fingers useless. Trish was already bringing the full enclosure bag which both of them slipped under her from feet to her head. Several times they had to briefly disconnect wires and tubes to reconnect them after they were passed them through the appropriate openings.

At last the big zipper was closed and the straps tightened. From that point on, Eva was movable along with the feeding and enema tubes, the breathing and electrical apparatus, and the vacuum electrical box on a separate rolling cart. This done, they carried her from the G-chair on to a gurney with a soft mattess.

Bonding Sexuality to Latex

Eva was starting to stir. She could breathe all right.

“Go and talk to her in front of the camera!“ instructed Madam Gwen to Trish who walked to the corner where the set was already operational with the computer.

“Eva ! Open you eyes! What you see is a television set, and you see my picture. Everything is all right. You are breathing well, you are connected with everything that will bring you air, food, drink, education and the evacuation your body needs. You can talk to me by “yes”, or “no”. If you say “yes”, do nothing; if you say “no”, bite once on your gag. If you are not breathing, or have a difficulty, bite four times quickly. Try it now!”

Eva did, and an alarm bell was heard.

“It works very well”.

“We are going to test everything that you have in and around your body. First, we are going to feed you. You will be seated a little, and some liquids will be coming through a tube that goes to your stomach.”

When Madam Gwen pressed the food through the tube, Patricia asked,

“Do you feel it coming?” No answer. It was a “yes”.

“Now we are going to test your breasts’ vacuum cups.”

The air pump started on a slow speed, and Trish asked :

“Do you feel how your breasts are being enlarged into the cups?”

No answer. It was a “yes” again. They left the pumping action on a very low vacuum.

“We are going to test your rectum insert. It will vibrate very slow and higher.”

Madam Gwen started the process from her computer. Eva moaned in delight. The butt plug was left on a low setting.

“Now we are going to test your vaginal insert. First, we will inflate it some, and we will activate the sensors.”

Madam Gwen sent air into the insert, and activated the electrodes on the enjoyment setting, just one second, to repeat every ten seconds. They left her alone to enjoy this for a while; then Madam Gwen increased the vibrations of the butt plug a little, and moved the electrode setting to the tease level. From all indicators, Eva was working towards a new orgasm.

“We are going to show you a movie, spoken in German. Look at it attentively, for it will teach you a lot on what is done here and what to expect. Can you see it?”

No answer. “Yes” it was.

The subject of the movie turned around the initiation of a young woman named Sally into latex and all kinds of gadgets. She was shown and explained every item. She asked all her questions, and finally was made ready to spend a long time encased in rubber. The preparation was displayed in every detail. She did not have TV goggles, only earphones, and she was hooked up just like Eva, otherwise. The film was set to work in conjunction with a computer program that would cause Eva to experience everything Sally did receive, at the same time. It was an effective way of training her. As the show went on and was sounded, Eva could enter into the experience of Sally. She felt all the tests she was prepared for over again, and she felt a link with the heroine all the way into her heart and into her guts, of course. She was entering into a unity of experience that keyed up her libido, since all the instructions given to Sally were for her also.

One difference between she and Sally, she was gagged but Sally not. Hence, she could hear all the moans, the screams, the begging, and the surprises. As the show was going on, she felt (at the same time as Sally), the breast vacuum cups pulling harder, and her nipples touching something that sent a light electrical impulse to that highly sensitive area coupled with a vibration of sorts. The feeling was surprising as it was exciting; it even spread the anticipation all over her body in such a way that latex had never felt so good, so compellingly erotic. As the toys in her anus and vagina took more action as well, Eva could anticipate the building up of a storm of orgasms the end of which she could not anticipate since she was powerless. That was causing her quite a bit of fear, but in itself it also was exciting and erotic.

As the overall stimuli were rapidly converging toward its apogee, the clitoris enlargement through the vacuum tube took the leadership of all the other stimuli. Sally screamed her surprise and her helplessness before the oncoming onslaught of an ocean of orgasmic tsunamis. Eva felt exactly the same, but she could not talk, scream nor stir, for her body was tightened by the corset and to the gurney. Still, the first set of orgasms followed immediately the first clitoris vacuuming action. She could see it happening on the show: Eva’s clitoris was sucked up the tube with the surrounding tender tissues stretched to the maximum. Her erotic “button” was turning slightly blue from the on coming blood flow. When the pump let go, it slid down almost back to normal. Two minutes later, the pump went on again for a period of fifteen seconds or so. Sally’s screaming her erotic enjoyment and orgasms triggered all the more response with Eva.

Then the show stopped, and Trish was again on Eva’s screen.

“Now you have seen and felt what it is like. However, it is a start only.” Eva could not understand what Trish said, for she still was riding on the oncoming orgasms sustained by the vibrators and vacuum pumps. Trish continued…

“You will be controlled by a computer program that will sustain your orgasmic condition for a long long time. Good bye Eva.”

All Eva could understand was the “Good bye”. At this point she did not care, for she was in such an erotic state that all she cared was to enjoy more and more, and more orgasms. And she did. She could not ask for more. The computer program adjusted itself to the changes in the person it was connected to. Through sensors, it could measure the vital signs and the intensity of her erotic enjoyment. Quickly it developed a pattern over time, which was adjusted depending on the peaks Eva could reach. When she was tired, the computer knew it and adjusted everything to a resting condition. Then it would kick in the routine again, slowly, and build up from there until she reached another orgasmic storm. The program also instructed Trish if Eva needed water, food, or other needs. Everything was recorded in graphs in such a way that a knowledgeable analyst could send a fine tuning review of all the data, and further improve the performance of that program which was kept in the client’s name for later use.

“You are going to sleep now”, announced Trish to Eva still convulsing, not unlike hiccups, from her orgasms.

Trish gave her some water to drink mixed with a light sleeping agent, and comforted her. Then she turned off the TV goggles, and piped into her earphone the gentle noise of sea waves washing the shore. As soon as she was asleep, all kinds of hidden messages in German language started acting on Eva’s subconscious. A recorded hypnotic induction directed her libido towards specific means and ways of arousal, latex being the main one. It went by subjects: the advantages of submission, the joys of feeling naked, the erotic pleasures of latex, the lust for latex, and the fulfillment of self through latex. These five subjects were broken down into short statements that progressed seamlessly. That was only the start of many others planned for her training.

“I’m going to sleep a few hours” announced Madam Gwen. “I think that Eva is ok until seven AM. Mr. Dan Sedring will stay in another day and night, and Dr. Amy Ford will be finished with her latex bonding treatment at 5 AM. She will have extended her limits by six hours. So, at 5:30 AM, give her the regular bag flushing, add this little fragrant soap, and free her face from the masks, gags, etc. At 6 AM, we will assist her to shower and such. She might need some rest yet. At 6:30 AM, you flush Mr. Sedring clean, and work according to the established schedule. Then you go and prepare breakfast for Dr. Ford and us; then go to bed for some well deserved sleep. I shall take over with Eva.”

Trish had taken notes. She and Madam Gwen knew that in case of an emergency, Eva could wake her up immediately.

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Changes in the Making

Trish had received an answer from Siegrfried with regards to her thought of enlarging her breasts. Size D max would seem right on your slender and long frame. No more, or else you would look like a bimbo. Let me know if and when. Your (boss) friend, S.

Just to make sure, she decided to share this with Madam Gwen at the proper time. That happened in the afternoon, on the second day Eva’s sexuality was being bonded to latex. Trish had caught up on sleep, and she was in the parlour reading through some Marquis magazines, and had decided to watch a couple of DVDs too. Nothing much was going on in the house other than Mr. Sedring and Eva. Dr. Ford had just left, totally satisfied. She did not have enough words to thank Madam Gwen and Trish, and she promised to recommend the services to a friend of hers. Dr. Ford was an elegant and rich woman whose husband would spare nothing to satisfy her, as she chose. It was through internet that she, a devoted rubberist, came across the Health Center of  Madam Gwen.

The two women were resting in the parlour with a cup of coffee and cookies. Trish asked:

“May I ask you for your opinion?”

Madam Gwen raised her eyes from the novel she was reading, “Yes, what is it?”

“I am thinking of enlarging my breasts. Would you have any guidance in this respect?”

“Splendid!” reacted Madam Gwen all excited.

“Yes, I do. Dr. Ford is a plastic surgeon, and a good one. She would be elated to assist you. She practices at Marietta. Let us call her at dinner time.”

“What size would you advise I should enlarge them to?”

Madam Gwen looked at Trish chest. “I feel that a D or D+ would be right. More would look artificial.”

Relieved, Trish could not wait to talk to Dr Ford.

“Good evening Dr. Ford! My name is Patricia, assistant of Madam Gwen.”

“Oh yes! What can I do for you?”

“I wish to have my breasts enlarged and I was wondering when I could have an appointment with you?”

“It so happens that I have an opening the day after tomorrow at eleven AM. How is it?”

“Let me check with Madam Gwen. I’ll be back in a minute”.

Trish asked Madam Gwen who acquiesced right away.

“It is alright with Madam Gwen. So, I shall be at your office.”

Trish wrote down the address on piece of paper.

“On Wednesday we shall look at you, your health, and schedule the enlargement at a convenient time.”

Trish needed that day off. She had seen quite a few clients of Madam Gwen, and she wanted to drive. The problem with that job was its 24/7 demand. But what she was learning on people and their intimate drives and fears was fascinating. More than fascinating were the stories that led them to find in latex and all its applications the best solution. The missing link was the accompaniment into their ways of helping themselves. That was where the Health Center came in.   “Have you thought of all the clothes you will have to modify?” asked Madam Gwen.

“Yes, of course! For most, it will not be a difficult job. It will just take a little time” answered Trish. “I shall try to sell those I cannot modify to a client it would suit fine.”

“That sounds all right to me.” Madam Gwen had something else to propose.

“I have not shown to you the administration of this business, and I wish we could meet the certified accountant that advises me, Mr. Brian Fitzgerald. We call him “B.F.”, or “beef”. He is a jovial fellow, a client too. We barter.

“I would be delighted to meet with him” answered Trish.

“It was in Mr. Blecher’s plan to explore the best legal way of running this. Oh! By the way, have you put into the computer your notes on the various subjects we had determined for the course?”

“Yes, I have until Eva came; you can read what I have done.”

“This is just great! Tank you! For me, it is much easier to complete, change and delete things than to start from scratch.”

“You are welcome!”

Both went back to their reading. Trish could not concentrate for a long time for she was tired, so she slipped the DVD into the reader, adjusted the earphones over her head, and pushed the start button. The title of the DVD was “A latex obsession… what can it be?” In that show, a well known latex model was confessing to her submissive orientation which an expert lady bent to yield to a total latex way of life. By the time that DVD was over, Trish had to go back to her room, take a shower, and change into new clothes. She was a orgasmic wreck.

“That’s just what I want for Eva”, she decided after making sure the DVD was German spoken also.

Trish left early Wednesday morning in her car for the two hour drive to Marietta. She was so glad to be alone to reflect on the previous day. She understood how correct Madam Gwen had been in putting Eva through these 48 hours worth of latex bonding. She had come out a different young lady, much kinder, cooperative, unobtrusive, but more hungry for orgasms than ever before. Sexual satisfaction was a constant thing with her; she was, as Madam Gwen had correctly noticed, a nymphomaniac, yet latex oriented and not men’s, at least for the moment.

Trish remembered how she had met Mr. Dan Sedring. He had noticed her, and had immediately asked about her, but she did not give him a second look, and he understood; she remained professional.

Mr. Sedring had gone through an unfortunate divorce on account of his wife not accepting latex in his life. Ever since, he had been dreaming to meet a woman in the same life style as his.

Eva and Dan Sedring had shared breakfast on Tuesday morning, before he had to leave. A gorgeous woman like Eva, available, crazy about latex, this does not run everywhere. Madam Gwen explained to him that she was helping her transition with the purpose of starting the university in September. He had looked into her eyes, and she too, was it only for a couple of seconds while she was pouring coffee in Madam Gwen’s cup and his. Tons of sensuous language had passed between the two and both had had shivers. After breakfast, Mr. Sedring was so taken up with her that he had asked Madam Gwen, in private that is, as she accompanied him to his car, to train her to become his wife.

Madam Gwen had been hesitant, for sure, because she felt protective of Eva’s vulnerability.

“She has just arrived to the United States from Germany. It is her first trip, and she would be bewildered by such a prospect so soon,“ she answered Mr. Sedring. “Give me some time to know her better. Come back in three weeks, but call me before you come.”

Dan Sedring had been a money manager for 14 years. He was 37 years old and had accumulated a lot of wealth. Madam Gwen felt, this man could make Eva happy, but it would take some time for that young lady to be prepared to tie knots with him. Eva would come to him with a price, Madam Gwen felt, for she was not prepared to prepare her for free. However, she felt that it should be Eva’s decision.

“In the mean time,“ she suggested, “why don’t you take a crash course in German?”

Dan Harding left thrilled with hope.

Eva had been observing the two of them till he had driven off. She knew in her heart that he would be back for her. She loved the feeling of adventure. These couple of days in latex bonding had given her more, she felt, than three years at the Ladders. She wanted to please Madam Gwen, to study, as long as she felt loved.

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(will be continued under the title of MORELAX – Part 1)

07.05.09