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Chapter Five
As she sat next to Pat, she ran her hand over her thighs, held tightly within the rubber body bag.
“Just like a sleek seal, the muscle and bone just visible underneath but on the surface a nice smooth slick shine. What's it like in there? Knowing you can never get out without my say so, sweating in your own juices. Are you frightened?” Pat did not move at first, but then slowly shook her head; she peered at Jo through her lenses.
“Why not? Are you excited then?” Pat gave a nod, yes, she was excited, she almost chuckled at Jo's quizzical look. No, she didn't get it – yet!
“You like being tied up and vulnerable, at someone else's mercy, not knowing what will happen next. You know I won't kill you so you are actually finding this exciting.” It wasn't a question any more; Jo was now getting to understand it.
“I won't even try to understand the why of it. You were probably tied up as a child, some cowboy and Indian game and got some strange sexual rush, who knows? And Tom, how did he get the bug? Well I must think this through.” She pushed Pat back onto the bed and leant over her. Her body felt a strange frisson, laid out like a sacrificial lamb, Pat lay defenceless and despite the covering of rubber, her breasts were noticeable inside the bag. Their eyes met for a moment and as if talking to herself, Jo surveyed the subdued woman beneath her.
“So vulnerable, I could do anything I wanted to you now.” She rested her rubber gloved hand on Pat's breast and she heard Pat murmur and roll with it in pleasure. She continued to pass her hands over Pat's imprisoned body.
“Are you a lesbian Pat? Do you enjoy what I am doing?” Pat tried to shake her head but her body was betraying her. And Jo didn't stop; through two layers of rubber Jo sought out Pat's nipple and squeezed it hard. Pat yelped into her gag and spittle dribbled down her chin. God, she thought, Jo was a vixen.
“Pat, I need to talk to Tom for a while, out of your presence, so we'll go upstairs. However I've thought of something to keep you busy while I am away.” She got up and returned from the closet with a 5 inch vibrator of white plastic with a wider flat base. On seeing this Pat groaned into her gag, and raised her knees.
Jo, with a somewhat lascivious smile, firstly unzipped the front double zip of the body bag and pushed down on Pat's raised knees, then eased her hands into the bag and unzipped the zip at Pat's crotch. Pat mmmfed into her gag and rolled her head from side to side as Jo passed her finger over Pat's shaven pudenda, wet with Pat's juices and sweat.
“Mmmm your body tells me my attentions haven't all been unpleasant for you. This should keep you alert for a couple of hours while Tom and I have our chat.” She placed the vibrator at Pat's lips, her legs were held together by the bag but there was enough room with the zip down for Jo to gently slide it up and into Pat. But writhed and rolled but she was well pinioned. Jo pushed it in, one inch, two inches, Pat squirmed and mmmfed. Jo continued to push, enjoying her power. Four inches and then five, and it was embedded in her to the wider flange. At the base Jo turned a dial and the vibrator started to hum. Pat groaned and rolled her head but Jo just zipped up her suit and then the bag.
The vibrator was embedded in her for as long as Jo wished it to be. In her rubber cocoon Pat was already almost bursting, two hours of this and she would be a wreck. Jo placed a comforting hand on her head and said.
“Have fun Pat, I'll be back in a while. But first, my husband and I have some talking to do.” She left Pat on the bed – plugged, gagged, masked and bagged, and then began the release the straps holding Tom. She released his arms first and expertly cuffed them together, then released the other straps. Tom, still drooling from the gag in his mouth, and still a little in shock at seeing his wife covered in slick black latex, was strangely excited. Jo had taken to the “scene” like a duck to water and he knew that she did nothing by half measures. So he would be punished for his indiscretions – severely. She helped him stand, he was a bit groggy, and led him from the room and up to the living room. She unceremoniously pushed him into an armchair – God, his buttocks and thighs hurt. She sat in front of him and leaned over, staring at him.
“Now listen closely, dear husband of mine. I'll only say this once; you answer my questions, every one, honestly; no whingeing, no embarrassment and no lying. Just tell me the truth, that's all.” She withdrew the gag from his mouth pulling it past the tight lips of the rubber mask. He groaned as he swallowed and exercised his chin. Then surprisingly she replaced his blindfold! Tom nervously licked his lips, which pleased her. She needed him to understand her position, she was not to be fooled with any longer. Maybe he had surmised that, after his beating! She sat in front of him, pleased with his discomfort; his arms manacled behind him and his confusion about whether he should cross his legs demurely or show off his frilly panties, a difficult choice as he would lose both ways.
“I've already interrogated Pat so you had better get your story straight or you will be in bigger trouble. She was the instigator; they were her clothes or rather her late husband's.”
He nodded nervously.”
“So how did you get hooked?” He smiled a little nervously again and stuttered.
“Well, where to begin.” His voice was muffled by the tight female mask, it was odd hearing his voice come from a beautiful female face. “I've always liked bondage, the restraint, the power transfer; but I've really only ever wanted the submissive role. I've always felt you would laugh at this so I just…suppressed it, simple as that. I fantasised about being tied down by you and paddled. But the reality today was rather more than I could handle. You were very good at hurting me, you seemed to enjoy it.”
“I did, I really did, because you had hurt me, by not trusting me. Obviously you think I'm some sort of prude, so you get your kicks elsewhere. Well, I'm not and you are going to find that out, both of you. You wanted the best of both worlds, me and a bit of rubber fetish on the side.”
“True, I did, this is something I can't control, I'm addicted and I can't be satisfied with what you call normal sex.” Jo looked at him in horror.
“Who are you to say what is normal, and who are you to say what I like and what I don't. You never even gave me a chance. We had a bit of bondage, which I may add I liked, but you didn't take it any further. What am I to do, read your mind?”
“No, I'm sorry, but I thought you would reject the whole idea, better not to have brought it up. I realise that what I did was worse.”
“You'd better believe it, and you will pay for it, I can tell you. And women's clothes, what the deal?”
“Not normal women's clothes, I've never done that, but rubber clothes – corsets, stockings, gloves, heels. I don't know why but I do enjoy it, yes. It's just dress up playing but I thought you wouldn't get into it.”
“Again, you never gave me a chance, did you? So you'll pay for it over the weekend. You will be my rubber sex slave, my rubber dolly. I can't wait to put you two through the ropes, you have some interesting clothes here.”
“Well I'm hardly in a position to complain, so do your worst. But I have to tell you that I still do love you.”
“You show it in a funny way. No, Tom, our relationship of old is dead; if we are to have a relationship in future then it will be different. I don't know yet, we'll see what transpires in the next two days. But the old husband and loving wife scene is over. How's your arse by the way.”
“Hurts like hell.” He said, looking for some sympathy perhaps.
“Good, you'll get more of that soon. It's no good punishing someone who likes it, unless you make it really unpleasant. I have to go the extra yard here.”
“Yeah I understand that. Well, get on with it, when will you make your decision? I don't want to be kept in limbo forever.”
“Don't worry about that, by the end of the weekend you'll know where you and I, and Pat stand. But rest assured it won't be like the old days, you're in for a lifestyle change.” She took the ball gag in her gloved hand and commanded.
“Open up, I'm tired after a very stressful day and I've heard enough, from both of you. I'm ready for bed, and I'll get you ready downstairs. We won't be sleeping together for now, and I can't trust you with Pat, so you sleep downstairs and Pat and me up here. She'll be suitably tied up of course. Open up!” The pretty female face moved slightly and the red lips opened and she took pleasure in stuffing the gag behind the mask and into his protesting mouth. She pulled the straps tight and he mmmffed but she ignored him and taking his blindfold off she led him back downstairs.
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