Deadlier Than The Male

Chapter Sixteen

They went upstairs, very slowly, Jo first, step by slow step with Pat holding her steady by her hips.

“I think you are only doing this because you want a nice view, and to fondle my backside!”

“True, but if you want me to st….”

“No! Don't you dare or you'll have my broken neck on your conscience.” Pat kissed her rubber bottom and said.

“And a more beautiful neck I have never seen.”

“Well, thank you, and I love everything about you too.”

They passed through the kitchen and out onto the patio. Tom almost fainted at the apparition, Jo mincing to the table in her scarlet hobble dress, followed by Pat in her bright white sheath and stockings. Pad had a malicious smile on her face, and Tom somehow knew something was up, he just hoped it didn't involve him.

Jo sat down with difficulty and Pat followed. They admired the table. Pat said.

“Excellent Toni, come here for your reward.” He moved forward and Pat raised his short skirt.

“Legs wider, Toni.” She placed a thumb on his erect cock and the rest of her fingers between his legs rubbing the end of the butt plug. Tom bit his lip as Jo watched Pat expertly move her hand between his legs. Tom was panting now, trying to hold himself but it was no good and he shook as he came in front of them, his hands obediently behind him. Jo said.

“You can leave us now Toni, we will call for you, when we need you.” Toni walked away; they both noticed he was now much better on his heels. There was a light sheen on Jo's brow, she said.

“Pat I think I bit off more than I can chew, I can hardly breathe here. I really don't think I can last very long, it was silly of me, I should have done this in stages.”

Pat smiled understandingly and stood up and moved behind her.

“Here, let me see what I can do, love. Lean forward and let me loosen some of the buckles. Bring your hands back and see if you can do the ones below the belt and I'll take care of the ones above.”

“Okay, wow it is tight….hey….what are you….Pat, you devil…let me go….right now.”

Pat had dextrously takes both wrists and adroitly clipped them together via the attached rings to Jo's steel belt. It happened in two seconds and now Jo was very much at her mercy, her powerless prisoner, cuffed and hobbled. Pat calmly came round and returned to her chair, a very self satisfied grin on her face.

“Okay, okay Pat now what is the game her, release me now, you devil.”

“I've been thinking today about selling you into white slavery or an SM porn cartel, they'd pay big money for a beauty like you.” Jo's face dropped, and colour drained away.

“You…you…wouldn't….after all the things we…..how could…”

“Lighten up Jo.” Pat stood up and took her head in her hands and kissed her forehead.

“God, you are so naïve to think that I would give you up after all…..frankly I'm offended that you actually thought I was serious for one second!” Jo looked a bit sheepish.

“Just for that I should keep you like this for the remainder of the night. I was just having a little fun Jo, and boy, did you fall for it. Yes, you can stay like that for a while, I like you like that, all pouty and submissive!”

“But…but Pat, I'm starving.”

Maybe I should make you eat the food like you made Tom and me this morning, and dip your head into the plate.” She leant over and pinched her nipple.

“Ouch, that hurt.”

“Oh, stop acting like a spoilt child; you had better learn to take a joke Jo, all this bondage and fetish stuff is meant to be fun. If you are going to pout like that I may as well gag you now with that big inflatable gag you stuffed in my mouth earlier, and eat in peace, and this looks pretty good too.” She looked at her and placed a gloved hand on her cheek. Jo lowered her head and whispered.

“Sorry, sorry Pat, it was silly of me, today has been the greatest, most fun-filled day of my life and I was a bit excited and then you said…oh god, how stupid…”

“Just shut up and eat, Jo, you silly, wonderful, beautiful, rubber domina.” Pat pinched her nose, took a fork and ladled it with food, then Jo obediently opened her mouth and Pat fed her like an affectionate mother. A mouthful for you and one for me, and it went on, in almost complete silence, the two of them barely taking their eyes off each other. The wine was excellent and well chilled and both drank and ate voraciously.

The sun was beginning to set and in the lengthening shadows they were a strange sight, one woman in tight white latex feeding another in tight red latex bondage. After the food and wine Pat fed Jo some grapes and a little ice cream. Jo got some on her nose and Pat tenderly licked it off. They had said very little during this and Pat sensed something.

“You look a little worried, don't you lover. Now look here, I'm here to stay, I hope with you, if you'll have me. The only punishment you'll get will be consensual and painful, but you I think will relish it. You will get bondage, paddling and dildo worship and a lot more and oh yes, you will get it up your backside, I did!”

She twisted Jo's chair towards her, stood up and raised her tight skirt to her hips exposing her panties and stockings. Then she straddled Jo's imprisoned legs, she looked her straight in the eye as she rubbed her rubber breasts in Jo's face, who out of spite perhaps tried to grab one in her mouth. But Pat laughed and clamped her latex covered hands over Jo's nose and mouth. Jo‘s eyes started to show alarm as she fought for breath and Pat coolly looked down at her.

Pat released her hand but just as Jo was about to say something, Pat clamped her lips on hers, sucking hard and exploring every crevice. Jo wriggled but Pat kneaded her breasts and then rising up pulled Jo to her feet and grabbed her buttocks. Trapped like a fly in a web, erect but unable to move, Jo could do nothing as Pat's hands swarmed over her breasts, buttocks, and even pushing into her crotch. Jo panted for air under this onslaught, but she could not fight it, and within five minutes, under the assault of Pat's tongue and lips, she came.

She hadn't been penetrated, yet under the ministrations of Pat, the rubber encapsulation and the corset and cuffs, all her bells had been rung all right!

And now she was caught, almost collapsing, in Pat's arms. Pat set her back against the table, gasping for air and left her. In a few seconds she returned with a large leather paddle! Jo looked aghast and pat just grinned.

“I can't resist it, you deserve a good whacking on your bum anyway; if you resist, the ball gag goes right back in that succulent mouth of yours, and truth be told I would like to do that, a lot. Now lean over the back of this chair and you will get ten, only ten and with two skins of latex on you, probably you won't feel a thing, so I'll just have to hit harder.”

Jo had given up the pouty look, she was going to be paddled whether she liked it or not; if there was a consolation she was going to be paddled by a beautiful latex clad woman she loved. Every cloud has a silver lining, she thought, and if I cry a lot, she thought further, maybe she will make it up to me, tenderly! Obediently, without a word spoken, she leant over the back of the chair and Pat, with equal amounts of glee and gusto, laid into her shiny bottom.

Well, this was a turn-up for the book, thought Jo, as she was bent over the chair back. Utterly powerless, she, the domina, had been turned into a compliant rubber doll. As the paddle rapped her tight rubber bottom, she winced but hoped that Pat was not intent on really hurting her. Being on the receiving end she found, after the first four or five, not that unpleasant. There was an almost comforting warmness there now. What was she becoming? Bent over, shiny red rubber arse in the air, she was in a completely submissive pose. And she was meant to be the dominant one. The two skins of rubber helped nullify the discomfort, of course. After ten Pat stopped, gently caressing her throbbing rear.

“You don't seem in too much pain, perhaps I should give you another ten, otherwise it wouldn't be a discipline would it?”

“Pat, you wouldn't, how dare you, we agreed on ten. I didn't scream, because I'm made of….well stoic. But that doesn't mean it didn't….grrr…uggghh….mmmm!”

“Oh, for goodness sake be quiet.” Pat leant over and crammed a red rubber ball into Jo's mouth, pulling the ball well back behind her teeth.

“Mmmmm.”

“There, that's better, a bit of peace and quiet.” Pat pulled Jo's head up by the pony tail, stared at her coolly and with the other, fondled her breasts. “So, how is it being the sub? Perhaps not so much fun.”

Oh, I don't know, thought Jo. Her bottom had a nice warm glow to it, she quite liked the idea of being in the arms of this beautiful, strong woman, who could do anything she wished with her. She was rather taking to this helpless position. Never mind being a closet domina and fetishist she was now a closet sub, was there room in the closet for all these personas? She bit down on the gag as Pat returned her to the bent over position and gave her ten more slow ones, interspersed with rubbing her hands over her bottom, now getting sorer with each whack.

Now this did begin to hurt; she snorted through her gag, and dribble dropped to the patio floor, but Pat continued taking her time allowing the sting to take effect. A couple of tears now rolled down her cheeks, and her nose began to drip, but Jo was determined not to make a scene.

When finished, Pat helped her stand, and looked in a concerned way into her face, she wiped away the tears.

“Yes, very stoic, dear Jo. Well done, well let's go for wander in the garden before nightfall. Good to walk off the sting in the bottom, I think.” She placed her arm around Jo's waist and guided her onto the lawn. Jo grunted and wagged her head.

“No, not yet, I love to see you gagged, and shackled. Look at those pretty cheeks, all puffed out.” Pat pecked her cheek as Jo minced along, taking her nine inch steps and hampered by the hobble dress, grunting in frustration.

Pat chuckled at her frustration; fully realising that she released her she would be the object of her revenge. Actually Pat rather looked forward now to that. Jo had such a fertile and devious imagination. She pinched Jo's bottom and Jo squeaked into her gag, glaring at her. Pat stopped and gripped her waist.

“I didn't really hurt you too much, did I?” Jo glared again and nodded a yes, then couldn't keep a straight face and giggled – hard to do with a big rubber ball in your mouth. Her bottom throbbed but it was strangely a warm feeling! Pat moved forward and licked Jo's saliva from her chin and ball gag. They returned to the patio, the sun now had almost set. Jo's glistening gag was removed and she exercised her chin for a few seconds.

“Well, that was very…..interesting. I think I prefer to be the dom, but there are certain aspects of the sub that are really quite fun.” She waggled her wrists, still shackled behind her.

“No, not yet, I like to see you struggle a bit!”

“I'm ready for bed actually.” Jo said with a knowing smile.

“I'm not surprised, it had been a……momentous day, Jo, life changing I'd say. Okay, let's put Tom to bed. Then we can undress and find something….appropriate for the night!” Pat had a twinkle in her eye and Jo could hardly wait; although she was now tired she was sure that she would perk up under Pat's attentions. Pat released Jo's wrists, and Jo immediately placed them on her shoulders, red on white, and kissed her firmly on her lips. Pat responded, and gripped Jo's taut rubber arse. They stayed like this for a full minute, their hands passing over each others rubber forms.