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by
Barbara
Mackintosh
Elle had been sent to investigate the mysterious
going's on at Mackintosh Hall, a large, almost mansion type building
out of town, otherwise known as Mistress Thong's House of Rubber
Correction.
The outward appearance of the place had all the hallmarks of
the "Hitchcock" thriller, Psycho, tall chimneys, gables,
shutters at the windows, poison ivy engulfing the walls, it was
somehow chilling, overpowering. The fact that the building was
shrouded in dark & ancient woodland, set well back from the
nearest road & reached by a long & winding narrow drive
did nothing to make it seem friendly in any way.
Elle was a private investigator. She had been hired on this occasion
by a tall, dark man in his mid twenties who, on coming to Elle
with his request, had been most embarrassed & had wished
to remain nameless. He had been concerned, to put it mildly,
about the recent & severe change in his wife's sexual habits,
not that she no longer wished to indulge in sex with him, on
the contrary, she wanted it all the time, & what's more,
she was no longer satisfied with straight forward sex, she now
wanted to get kinky, all of the time. He had found out that she
had been going to Mackintosh Hall on her so called night out
with the girls each week, & that these changes in her lifestyle
had been coincidental with the start of her visits there. He
had however not been able to find out exactly what went on in
this place, that was where Elle came in.
Elle too was only in her mid twenties, medium height, pretty
looking & of light build, certainly not suited to the rough
& tumble side of the business that was occasionally encountered.
Her career had been going nowhere & she had decided that
she needed a change in her life, a little more excitement perhaps,
private investigation had seemed to offer this. She had been
with the firm now for almost six months, but it had been disappointing,
she had done mainly paper work, often spending hours in the public
library trawling through records. Elle had been out on cases
with various colleagues, but only two or three, & just in
a minor role at that.
But now, that was all behind her, she was on her first solo case,
although she still had her colleagues to fall back on if she
needed them. But she wanted to go it alone, determined to impress
with her investigation abilities. Elle was in a small room inside
Mackintosh Hall, it appeared to be the office, she had managed
with a seemingly long practised ease which she did not yet have,
to pick the lock on a large filling cabinet. The room was in
darkness & she was reading through files with the aid of
her trusty investigators torch. She could feel her heart beating
a little fast, the hands inside her leather gloves were perspiring
just a little, the girl was nervous, but excited, this was how
private investigating should be.
She never knew what hit her. No light came on, Elle had heard
no sound, a second or two before there had been a faint smell
of rubber, then, a much stronger smell, a moment or two of difficulty
in breathing followed by blackness, nothing.
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Elle was awakened by a window shutter flapping
in the wind, she opened her eyes & blinked repeatedly at
the sudden influx of light from the cluster of three bright bulbs
above her. Her eyes flicked towards the window, not only was
there banging out there, it was also dark outside & she could
hear apparently heavy rain clattering against the glass.
"Don't worry about the banging my dear, one of the shutters
is loose, this is an old house you know".
Elle's attention switched to the other side of the room &
the source of the voice, it was unless she was very much mistaken
the Mistress of Mackintosh Hall, Mistress Thong.
"Welcome back to the land of the living Miss, Green, is
it?"
Elle's first reaction was, how does she know my name? But then
she saw Mistress pick up a small card from the mantle piece,
yes of course, she always carried a business card with her, she
must have found it in her coat, thought Elle.
Elle tried to move & for the first time realised that she
couldn't. It became obvious that she was strapped to the bed
from her ankles to her shoulders, she could feel lots of straps,
she was gagged with a tight rope, also the girl was handcuffed,
one wrist to the other, & her arms were inside the bindings.
She worked out that she could move only her feet, her fingers
& her head, she struggled against the fastenings, but it
was no use, only the thick rubber covered mattress of the bed
on which she lay moved slightly as she struggled, she was securely
bound.
"Go on me dear, struggle all you like, you are not going
anywhere."
Elle lifted her head, she could not see the straps, a red latex
rubber sheet covered her body all the way up to her neck &
was draped over both sides of the bed. Her mind wondered back,
she had been in an office, hadn't she? That smell, rubber, that
was the smell she had detected just before she blacked out. There
was a taste in her mouth too, apart from her gag that is, a sort
of left over taste, most unpleasant. More memories were coming
back, that taste, there had been that awful smell, again just
before she blacked out. The girl reasoned that it must have been
some sort of drug, or gas or something, whatever.
"It says on your little card here that you are a Private
Investigator Miss Green, Well! Wanted to know what goes on inside
Mackintosh Hall did we? Some people who come here like to be
securely tied up my dear girl, but then again, you have already
found that out for yourself."
Whilst she talked Mistress Thong was busy taking down one of
two macs that hung behind the door, it was long, black , &
very shiny, so shiny that one could almost see reflections in
it, rubber, Elle wouldn't of minded betting. As the woman slipped
the mac on, Elle could not help but notice the loud swishing,
rustling & crackling sounds made by the material as the Mistress
pulled it in around herself. It must be quite thick to make such
sounds, thought Elle, as she glimpsed matt black rubber on the
inside as well as the shiny exterior. The coat was in the trench
style, double breasted, wrist straps, epaulets etc., Mistress
fastened the buckle belt tightly around her, she passed the end
of it through a loop behind her back. She was looking in a mirror
& adjusting her raincoat.
"I have got to go out now, things to attend to & all
that, people to see. When I come back I will show you first hand
more of what goes on here Miss Green, that is what you wanted
to know about, is it not, my dear girl?"
Mistress pulled up the tall collar of her mac & fastened
the top button tightly at the neck, putting on a large wide brimmed
souwester in a material that matched her heavy raincoat, finally
pulling on black rubber gloves.
"Don't worry girl, I'll be back later, I think I'll show
you a little rubber discipline, that is another favourite of
the slaves that I have here, yes! I will certainly have a little
fun with you later, a good spanking I think, never goes amiss."
If only I was free! I'd show you what a spanking was, Elle muttered
to herself, struggling against her binds in frustration &
making pathetic murmuring noises against her rope gag.
"That's it my dear, you keep on struggling," said Mistress
Thong, "struggling against that lovely rubber turns some
people on you know. Till later then, don't go away Miss Green."
Mistress laughed a wicked laugh. "But of course, you can't,
can you? You are not going anywhere."
Elle again struggled in anger, I'll show you who's not going
anywhere she thought, again making crying sounds around her gag.
At that point the door closed behind Mistress & Elle was
alone. All that she could hear was the wind & rain outside
& the sound of her own breathing, fast from all the struggling.
She had to get out of here, if news of this got back to her employer,
on her first solo case at that! She had to get out of here, but
how?
Elle lifted her head & looked around the room, it was bare
save for the mirror, a wardrobe against one wall & a small
bed side table immediately to her left.
Just then, she noticed a glint of light on an object on that
small table, could it be? She struggled to lift her head up more,
yes, yes it was! There was a small key lying on the bed side
table, could it be, could it possibly be the key to the hand
cuffs that she was wearing? Could Mistress have possibly left
something so important lying about like that? But how could she
get to it? Elle began to struggle again, this time harder than
ever. The latex sheet over her had moved a little to one side,
she shuffled more, more quickly, frantically, Elle strained every
sinew. The sheet was slowly slipping from the bed, more importantly
the mattress on which she lay had moved a little too, it was
then that the girl realised, she was not in fact strapped to
the bed at all, she was strapped only to the thick heavy mattress.
Elle struggled even harder, she was getting very warm beneath
the rubber sheet, she felt the moving sheet stroking wetness
across her body, her body, warm & naked beneath this great
expanse of red rubber. Elle was trying to turn over on her side,
if she could do that she might be able to get of the bed, she
would still be strapped to the mattress but at least she might
be able to reach that key, it had to be the key, it had to be
the key that would unlock these handcuffs. Once more she tried,
the sheet began to slide faster, with a gathering swish the latex
sheet slipped completely from the bed into a heap on the floor.
Elle rested for a moment, suddenly she could feel chill on her
perspiring skin now that the sheet no longer covered her. She
was completely naked, her body felt wet against the rubber covered
mattress. Now she redoubled her efforts, she literally tried
to throw herself over onto her side. She tried three or four
times, she almost made it, but she was getting weaker with every
attempt. Then! Suddenly she went over, there was a rustle, a
clatter & a thump. Elle was face down on the floor with the
mattress now on top of her, still strapped to her.
Elle lay dazed, she had hit the ground with considerable force.
She was breathing fast, slowly she began to gather her wits once
more. She found that now she was of the bed the mattress strapped
to her was a little more flexible, not like the rigid splint
which it had seemed to be when she was lying on it. Slowly &
with a determined effort she raised her body enough for the ends
of her fingers to just reach the key, it seemed to take for ever,
all the time she was getting warmer & warmer. At last she
lifted the key from the table, slowly, don't drop it, don't drop
it she muttered to herself behind her gag. She could not get
the key to line up with the lock, she tried again & again,
she was terrified of dropping that small precious key. One more
time, perhaps it was not the right key after all. Then it went
in, it turned, click, the cuffs were undone.
"Thank god, thank god!" cried Elle around the rope
that so painfully held her mouth open, she slumped to the floor
to rest.
Her breathing slowed a little with rest but again she began to
feel chill. Elle was still far from free, she was still strapped
to the rubber encased mattress from her ankles to her shoulders.
One at a time she thought, she must try to undo the strap just
above her wrists first, if she could do that the rest should
be progressively easier.
But that first strap was not easy at all, she found that she
really needed wrists that could bend twice as much as any human
wrist would, again she struggled hard against her binds, angry
& frustrated.
"I'll get my own back on that Mistress Thong!" She
screamed into her gag. "You see if I don't."
She tried & tried but she could not get her fingers to reach
the buckle, maybe if she tried to shuffle the strap up. Again
she was getting warm & again she was breathing faster. The
straps were tight but now that she was of the bed the mattress
was more flexible, slowly, & somewhat painfully the strap
began to shuffle up her forearms. It was slow, frustrating, it
was painful & it was hard work, she was hot despite her nakedness.
It took another four or five minutes of effort, it seemed like
a lot longer to Elle, then just, only just, her finger ends could
reach the buckle, it was enough, she could grasp & undo the
strap.
"Thank god!" Her relief was total.
After that the rest was easy, & it felt so good to be able
to remove that gag, just so good! Her mouth was saw & painful,
but overall she felt so much better, she could breathe more easily
without that gag too.
Elle was covered in perspiration from her exertions, she was
really hot, but despite this, or perhaps because of it she began
to shiver. The air in this room was cold, there was no fire in
the fire place to her right, indeed it did not seem to have been
used for years. But where were her clothes? She had no idea what
her captor had done with them. Elle slowly got to her feet, looked
around her again, perhaps they are in that wardrobe, she walked
around the bed, opened the doors, she was to be disappointed,
there was no sign of them.
By now, without a watch on her wrist, or any clock in the room,
Elle had little idea how long it had been since Mistress Thong
had left her, she had no idea at all where she had gone or when
the wicked woman would come back.
Elle was determined to catch up with Mistress Thong, perhaps
have a "little fun," of her own, to quote the words
that Mistress had used just before she left. But where was Mistress
now, or when would she be back?
The intrepid investigator hatched a little plan in her mind,
she smiled to herself. To begin with she would lie in wait just
outside where she could observe the entrance to the Hall &
the top of the drive, she would wait there for Mistress to return.
But first she needed some clothes, she could not go out as she
was, naked as the day she was born, judging by what she could
see & hear on the window, it was still windy & very wet
out there. She turned again to the wardrobe, there were a number
of items in there but a pair of rubber wellingtons proved to
be the only things that she could wear, she turned around again.
On the back of the door was a mac.
It would have to do, thought Elle. It would be ideal for the
rain, but Elle would have preferred some other clothes to wear
underneath it, it would have to do. She lifted it down from its
hanger, there was a woosh, it rustled & crackled. Elle was
taken aback, it seemed like this thing was alive! She was shivering
a little in the cool air, but she would have sworn on oath that
this thing was shivering even more, it seemed almost to be in
a hurry to engulf her, she very nearly dropped it to the floor
as it shivered & slid & slipped in her grasp, & it
was so heavy too.
The mac was made from a black, crisp satin, proofed on the inside
with smooth matt black rubber, just how smooth, Elle was about
to find out. The mac was single breasted with an attached hood
& a strong buckle belt which hung in loops on either side
of the raincoat.
Elle was not sure about this, she had never worn any rubberised
garments before, rubber was for those kinky sort wasn't it? Only
perverts walked around dressed in rubber. She looked at the garment
as she held it out in front of her, it would have to do, she
had no choice. Elle swirled the garment around behind her &
stretched her arms up above her head in one movement for the
mac to slip down them & into position around her body, that,
was a mistake.
Poor, unsuspecting Elle, had her breath snatched away as the
mortuary cold rubber hit her already shivering, but warm &
perspiring body. Her mouth was wide open, she gasped but could
not breathe, her instinct was to get it away from her, but she
was surrounded, enclosed in the macs smooth rubbery surfaces.
She had first felt the cold brushing down her arms in a great
hurry, with a great woosh! But now her back was being bathed
by freezing cold rubber sheet, her sides below her arms were
being stabbed by icicles, chill beyond belief gripped her hips,
then, worst of all, when the mac came to rest, she felt an icy
feeling, the likes of which she could never have even imagined
before, clasping across her breasts. Even in that moment, that
hectic moment when she could not even get air into her lungs,
her instinct took over, her hands groped at the mac to tare it
away from the front of her. She looked down over her petite breasts,
her little nipples were in an instant, much larger than normal,
& hard, so very hard.
After a few seconds of trying to ease her body away from this
cold, dark, all enveloping apparition, breathing began to return,
shallow, fast & snatched. She began to let the rubber back
against her body, it's most severe chill having in the main begun
to subside. Across her back it was warming to her at last, around
her hips it was the same, under her arms it was still giving
her little sharp brushes of cold. She allowed it against her
breasts, slowly, it began to loose it's chill there too. Could
she at last bare to button up this great all encasing phantom?
Although it was loosing it's chill around her upper body it was
still like ice around her legs. Slowly, precariously, she began
to do up the buttons, starting from just below her neck &
working down. She looked down again as she did this, her nipples,
still hard as nails stood out, she could clearly see them pushing
out through the mac, their outline seen through the black satin,
light being reflected in all directions, her nipples pushing
out the rubber, almost proudly it seemed, defiant inside their
chilling rubber confinement.
At last, all the buttons except the top one were fastened, &
there were a lot of them, this was a very long mackintosh, the
hem was only about two inches from the floor. It was probably
intended for someone taller than Elle, someone like the Mistress
for example who was generally of a much bigger build & taller.
The mac was in fact far too big for Elle, not only was it very
long on her, the ends of the sleeves came down almost to her
finger tips & there was also plenty of spare room in other
parts of this garment for Elle's slight frame.
Elle began to fasten the belt around her slim waist, as she did
so the last vestiges of real cold were passed into her body,
but the shock was by no means as great now. The girl stowed the
end of the long belt through a loop somewhere near the middle
of her back, as she did so she looked in the mirror. With the
belt reining in the excesses of the mackintosh around her waist,
it had begun to take on some semblance of her own shape, there
was no doubting that it was too big, she could see that, but
that would probably help to better protect her out there in that
wind & rain anyway, but more that , & to Elle's great
surprise, she saw something else.
There she was, looking back at herself, that was her beneath
all that shimmering gleaming black satin, folds moving with every
breath, light dancing crazily across it's surfaces, whispering
to her with every movement, however slight, & perhaps most
of all because it was a little too large for her, she felt protected,
she felt suddenly that it was friendly towards her, & she
saw, well, she thought how sexy she looked, & that was a
genuine shock to the girl. Slowly, she did not understand exactly
why, she hugged herself, suddenly at one with, & feeling
protected by her mac. Was this what rubber could do to people?
Was this why they wore it? Was this being kinky?
Elle still needed something to wear on her feet, she remembered
the wellington boots in the wardrobe. Well, why not, in for a
penny in for a pound she thought, she might as well be dressed
from head to toe in this rubber material. Again, as with the
mackintosh, an icy chill greeted her feet as they sank down inside
the dark rubber depth of the boots, again as with the mackintosh,
the boots were too big, but better that than not being able to
get them on her feet at all, at least she would have the benefit
of their protection & Elle was grateful for that.
The girl had a plan in mind, she wanted to get her own back on
Mistress Thong, for that she would need to overpower her in order
to tie her up or whatever. The question in Elle's mind though,
was how? The Mistress of Mackintosh Hall was a bigger & stronger
woman than she. There was a whip in the wardrobe that had a long
polished handle, it could be used as a club. Don't be silly Elle!
She rebuked herself, you can't go around hitting people over
the head.
She sat down on the edge of the bed staring into the open wardrobe,
"So how then," she thought out loud.
Elle noticed what appeared to be a spray gun in the bottom of
the wardrobe, she got up to take a closer look. It was indeed
a spray gun, there was a canister fitted to it, on the canister
in large letters it said, "KNOCKOUT GAS." This must
be what Mistress used on me when she caught me searching through
the files, Elle reasoned to herself. She operated the trigger,
just a little.
"Phew!" That awful smell confirmed her thoughts, it
was. "Well two can play at that game," said Elle. "Well
that solves that little problem," continued Elle out loud,
"But how can." The girl stopped abruptly. She had been
about to say, but how can I make sure I don't gas myself if there
is a struggle when right on cue, she noticed also in the bottom
of the wardrobe lay a rubber gasmask. She picked it up, it was
black & complete with it's filter, it was quite heavy.
Elle was not at all sure about this either, apart from soldiers
people who wore this sort of thing really were funny in some
way weren't they? Perverts or whatever. Elle sighed inwardly,
the twin eye pieces were small, the mask was of the hood type
& would cover most of her head. Truth to tell she was a little
afraid of it, it somehow looked Satanic, she might even feel
claustrophobic inside it, but it would protect her from the gas
& she did want to get even with Mistress Thong. Well she
was wearing rubber over the rest of her body she thought, true,
the smell was getting stronger all the time as the rubber mac
was warmed by her body, but it was not an unpleasant smell, so
why not rubber over her face too? Armed with gas spray &
gasmask Elle closed the wardrobe door & turned towards the
mirror.
She stood before the mirror, still unsure, she fondled the mask
in her fingers, it was now or never, she must get on, Mistress
could come back at any moment.
Elle placed the gas gun on the bed & took hold of the gas
mask in both hands. She held it up, close to her face without
pulling it over her head, just to take a little look through
the lenses. The smell of rubber from the mask was quite prominent
even without putting it on, the lenses were small & it looked
awfully dark inside. Elle thought, what choice do I have? I can't
think of any other way of overpowering that woman & this
thing would prevent me from gassing myself if she puts up any
sort of struggle. Now or never, she had no time to dither.
Elle positioned her chin inside the mask, the rubber was thick
& not that elastic, it took a great deal of effort to pull
the mask up & back over her head, at the same time tensing
her neck mussels to prevent her head from being pulled back as
well. It was really hard work but eventually the mask was on,
it was gripping her head, it was holding her cheeks in, the space
in front of her face felt very small, the lenses were small,
she felt confined, but then!
There was an almighty roar as she let go her breath, it seemed
to fill the mask, it filled her head. There was a slight misting
up of the eye pieces but this cleared as she took in her next
breath, then that thunderous roar again as Elle exhaled. Wow!
This was really something! She did feel a little claustrophobic,
she felt slightly frightened by that, it felt oppressive inside
the mask, she was closed in, the rubber clammy against her face,
seeming to suck itself onto her, she could feel the rubber flexing
as she drew in air & then breathed out again. Elle took a
much deeper breath, almost down to her boots, the mask sucked
in again, squeezing her face slightly, the thick, dense smell
of rubber was almost overpowering, her eyes gently closed &
she exhaled once more, another roar reverberated through her
head, her eyes opened. The mask was not restricting her breathing
at all, but all the same she felt the need to breath faster &
deeper than normal.
Elle could somehow hear her own heart beating, she could feel
it thumping away inside her chest, she was so aware of her own
body, so much more than usual it was though her whole mind was
concentrated, she could feel every little nervous movement that
she made, Elle was in a world of her own.
And then! For the first time since putting the mask on Elle caught
site of herself in the mirror, she knew it was herself looking
back, but she was cut off, it was like some other woman was looking
out from that mirror, someone else in a black gas mask, someone
else looking out through little glass lenses, someone else in
black mask & mackintosh & black boots, & looking
thrilling, looking powerful, & looking sexy. My god! It was
her! She took another really deep breath, Elle almost passed
out, her heart was beating so fast! She was shaking, she was
dizzy, that smell, rubber, it was filling her head, it was thrilling,
exciting, unbelievable! Nothing had ever felt like this before,
she did not understand why, even her first love at eighteen had
never made her feel like this, why? Down below her feelings were
rife, she felt hot, she felt beautiful, & yet she felt surprised,
she had never expected any of this, not just from putting on
a mac & a gasmask.
Without thought Elle found herself putting up the mackintosh
hood, she was taking short quick breaths, still feeling dizzy.
She had to stretch well back with her hand to reach the hood,
it was a large, cavernous hood, hanging almost half way down
the girl's back, the long ties swinging down to below her waist.
Even above the sound of air roaring through her mask she heard
the slithering rustling rubber as she pulled up her hood, as
it came up & over her head the sound of rubber proofed satin
crackled against Elle's ears. The smooth, almost creamy rubber
interior of the mac hood felt really nice against the surface
of her black rubber mask, slipping & slithering about her
head, it was enveloping her, the rubber was crawling all over
her, she felt like she was sinking in quick sand, & yet it
felt so nice, it was somehow taking her over completely, but
she felt obliged to submit to it, it was as though it was her
Mistress, but she felt protected by it, it's power was her power,
she stood before the mirror, it made her feel invincible. She
would be able to take on Mistress Thong in this!
Elle pulled in the hood's draw strings, all the time she stared
at this dark figure in the mirror. She saw & felt the hood
close in around her, Elle pulled the strings tighter, she felt
the coolness of the of the rubber on her cheeks even through
her by now very warm mask. Her chest was pumping in & out
with great rapidity in keeping with her high level of excitement,
this was reflected by the shiny black figure in the glass, inside
her mask it was hot & oppressive. Elle tied the strings under
her chin, her all enveloping hood in place, her shroud complete,
her protection total.
Elle was riveted, still she stared at the figure, whispering
in rubberised satin, she let out a small cry inside her mask.
She felt so warm, so nice, above her waist the damp rubber of
her mac was attaching itself to her skin, gently clawing at her
body, caressing her, she could feel the occasional little tug
of her nipples from rubber running wet with perspiration. Below
her belt the rubbery interior of this shroud was still dry, it
brushed her legs with it's smooth coolness, whipping her up heart
& mind into a frenzy. Her breathing grew ever more shallow
& fast, she was getting warmer. Elle was now moaning &
sighing inside her mask, faster & faster, she new what was
coming. It was unbelievable, she was shocked, she had never in
her life before climaxed without a man inside her, but all the
signs were there!
Elle moved right up to the mirror, she
put up a hand to the glass, the black figure did the same, her
other hand moved instinctively down between her legs. She was
crying loud into her mask, the figure was doing the same, she
pawed at the glass, stroking it as if it were her lover, her
other hand smoothing the rubber into her pussy, creaming the
rubber, gorgeously smooth & wet. The heat radiated up through
Elle's body, she was bubbling over, she was so hot, she felt
faint, dizzy. She breathed faster & faster, the oxygen depravation
that she felt inside her gasmask was driving her feelings up
to an astonishing level the likes of which she had never imagined,
Elle felt that it was more than she could stand, she gasped &
gasped inside her mask, this was it, ohhh!!!.
Elle clawed at her lover in the mirror, she gasped for air &
then screamed into her mask, she gasped another breath &
screamed, gasped & screamed, gasped & screamed. The heat
poured from her, scalding her almost as it did, Elle arched her
back, her whole body reverberated, she put the side of her mac
hood against her lover, clasped the mirror desperately, she pusher
her satin & rubber covered breasts against the glass, she
was burning up through her whole being. Slowly she sank down,
sliding down the glass towards the floor.
Elle's screams eased, still she gasped for air, there was a little
squeal of pure delight, then another, she just felt so good,
just so very very good. She held onto the mirror, things were
slowing down a little, still she murmured inside her mask, still
the roar of air being exhaled filled her mask, filled her head,
she was just gently moaning to herself now.
Elle just lay there, leaning against the glass, holding on, waiting.
She must have been like that for two or three minutes, her breathing
was slowing to something more like normal, at last she was beginning
to gather her thoughts. Mistress Thong could be back at any moment,
she needed to move, but the poor girl was exhausted, she needed
to rest too. After a few more seconds Elle lifted herself back
up, she sat down on the bed, her legs had now turned to jelly,
she needed to steady herself, she put both hands, palms down
on the bed behind her for support, both arms straight & ridged
as she leaned back. She would rest for just a minute, she needed
to get her strength back for her encounter with the Mistress
of Mackintosh Hall.
Elle took in some very deep breaths, her breathing was once again
slowing down & her heaving breasts of a few minutes before
were now just gently moving in & out, still the rubber tugged
at her nipples though, still she could feel the stimulation,
another orgasm was not very far below the surface. She felt like
taking of her gasmask & lying down, but she did not have
the time, & she might go to sleep, she did not want to waken
up a little while later only to find that Mistress Thong had
returned & that she was once again trussed up like a chicken,
no! This time Elle was going to reverse the rolls, & for
that she needed to take the Mistress by surprise, she needed
to get out there to lie in wait for her return, Elle's determination,
& with it her strength were returning.
Elle hauled herself to her feet, where had she put that knockout
gas?
Now armed for her little ambush of the Mistress, protected in
a her rubber proofed mackintosh against all the elements she
made her way to the door, she opened it gingerly. At least the
Mistress was not waiting for her on the other side.
She made her way along the corridor to the top of the stairs,
the mac swished & rustled, the rubber thwacked against her
boots, again the smooth rubber swished about her legs, smoothly
it caressed her, once more her feelings were building. Elle descended
the stairs slowly & carefully, for her wellingtons, slightly
too big, were unwieldy, there was also only one light on at the
top of the stairs & condensation ran down the inside of her
gasmask lenses too, all of these things making the stairs somewhat
dangerous. Once at the bottom of the long staircase Elle found
herself in the entrance hall & in slightly more familiar
surroundings, having come through here earlier when looking for
the office.
Elle opened one of the large double doors that were the main
entrance to Mackintosh Hall. There was a bright light illuminating
the whole area outside the doors, good she thought, she would
be able to see Mistress Thong clearly when she returned. For
now though, Elle needed to get out of this light & into the
shadows, the trees near to the drive seemed to be ideal, Elle
closed the heavy door behind her.
The trees swayed loudly in the wind, the rain came down in sheets.
Elle stepped out into the tempest.
Now, in a night of new experiences there was to be another one,
the rain spattering down on Elle's mac, particularly on her hood
made a deafening noise, when the wind caught her, the mac, this
mac that was rather to big for Elle, flapped wildly about her
legs, the spare folds of super smooth rubber whipping her, the
material, growing colder in the rain slithering over her upper
thighs, stinging her knees, more stimulation, Elle gasped, this
she did not need! As quickly as she could Elle took cover in
the trees.
Once hidden in the fringe of trees near to the edge of the drive
Elle found herself sheltered from the worst of the wind &
rain. Whilst the rain was no longer hitting her in sheets, there
were though some very large drops coming down from the branches
above her making loud thudding noises on her satin outer cover.
Her breathing was already fast again, her excitement brimming
over once more. Despite the lenses of her mask slowly fogging
up & despite the semi-darkness here in the edge of the trees,
Elle looked down the front of her mac & thought how nice
the black waterlogged satin looked in what reflected light there
was, her mac was soaked, drenched from top to bottom in the short
walk from the front of the hall, but the rubber membrane inside
was keeping out the water, her upper body might be running with
perspiration but her mac, this lovely black mac was keeping out
all of that nasty pouring rain.
Elle waited for Mistress to return, she had no idea how long
she would be, it seemed like forever as the girl stood there,
rain still falling on her, she hoped it would be soon, she was
beginning to feel the chill. Elle's skin beneath the belt was
wet where the rubber held her tight around the waist, the perspiration
surrounding her upper body could not escape, held in by her belt
& by the collar & hood also fastened tightly, but where
as the perspiration had once been very warm it now felt cold
as the rubber interior of the mackintosh was cooled by the rain
soaked outer satin. Below her waist, where her mac was open to
the breeze, the rubber membrane was still dry, still smooth,
but there too Elle felt the cold, the wind rising up under her
mac met no opposition, remember the poor girl had no clothes
at all on underneath her mackintosh, not even so much as a little
pair of panties. Elle's poor little pussy, the subject not so
very long ago of scalding hot torment, now felt frozen, Elle's
teeth were beginning to chatter, inside her mask the lenses were
fogged up, she shivered, she could not stop herself. She was
breathing fast again, her lungs were full of the thick rubber
smell, she could taste nothing but rubber in her mouth, indeed,
she felt saturated in the cold wet smell of rubber. In this half
light it felt darker than ever inside her gasmask, the condensation
running down the inside of the lenses, the rain on the outside
restricting her view, more that ever she felt closed in, claustrophobia
was returning in greater measure than ever, she felt the suffocating
presence of the mask all over her face, she was on the edge of
panic.
Elle tried to steel her mind against it. She must stay here,
she must lie in wait for Mistress Thong. All this was having
another effect on her too, this feeling of slight panic, this
feeling of being all closed up inside this blackness was again
turning her on, she found her hand wandering down between her
legs once more, she gently massaged the mac, the smooth cool
beautiful rubber proofing against her bush, her sensitive little
bush, no! She must stop this, she was waiting for the Mistress.
How long would Mistress be? Elle thought, she could be hours,
perhaps she would not comeback at all tonight. Another thought
suddenly occurred to her, supposing the Mistress was to return
via another entrance, maybe a back door. Her investigators brain
suddenly was working overtime, perhaps she should circle the
hall to find out where the other doors were, find out if they
were locked or not. Elle was trying to decide what to do when
something caught her eye.
There it was again, in the trees, the light glinted on something,
then nothing, the trees rustled violently in the wind, more rain.
There is was again, just for a second, it was further down the
drive. It's her, oh my god thought Elle, it's her, the Mistress
is coming back.
Elle made sure that she had the gas gun at the ready, she smiled
inside her mask. "Now you will see what you've got coming
to you Mistress Thong! Thought you were going to have a little
fun with me did you? Thought you were going to give me a little
spanking did you? Well now it's my turn Mistress Almighty Thong,
or what ever your real name is."
Mistress was getting closer, she was being blown about in the
strong wind, she was holding on to her souwester with both hands,
the vicious wind doings it best to tear it from her. She was
having trouble putting one foot in front of the other in her
spiky heeled boots. Elle saw once more the shiny mac that she
had watched Mistress put on has she had lain strapped to that
bed, again reflections danced of it as she got nearer to the
bright light at the entrance to the hall.
Elle would wait just a little longer, she would wait until Mistress
Thong got nearer to the door before springing her trap. She would
easily be able to catch up to her, the Mistress could only walk
slowly in those heels, besides Elle reasoned, she would be dead
weight after the gas hit her, less distance to carry her if she
waited till Mistress got near to the door.
Elle smiled to herself, her fears of claustrophobia suddenly
gone, she was going to enjoy this! Elle spied her chance, Mistress
was almost where she wanted her now, she crept out from the trees,
once again out in the open she was hit by the more intense rain,
she found that she could see well enough once in the bright light
despite the mist on the lenses of her mask, suddenly she was
gripped by a fear, she hoped this mask was up to it, she hoped
it would protect her from the gas, she had never thought to check.
She was almost up with Mistress now, the wind tore at her, her
long mac flapping violently about her legs, no longer a caress
but a stinging against her cold skin.
She was right behind the Mistress now, she could see the light
reflecting crazily of the shiny mac, dancing across the glossy
rubber, the mac was pulled this way & that as it struggled
to protect it's wearer beneath. Elle saw the cascade of water
pouring of the Mistress, of her souwester, of her flapping mackintosh,
she was drenched, but she new Mistress Thong would be dry inside
it, knew how Mistress would be feeling enclosed in it's protection,
she felt another pang of excitement shoot up through her body
at this thought.
She raised the gun, she would grab Mistress around her neck with
her left arm from behind & then spray the gas into her face.
At the very last moment the Mistress noticed something, a shadow
across her path, the sound of Elle's flapping mac maybe, whatever
it was, she turned. She was just in time to see Elle coming at
her.
Elle tried to grab hold of the woman but the element of surprise
was gone. Mistress Thong let go of her souwester & put up
both hands to defend herself, she fended Elle of & stepped
back. In a panic Elle pointed the gun toward the woman's face
& squeezed the trigger. The Mistress recognised her own spray
gun & was aware of the danger, she clasped both of her wet
rubber gloved hands over her nose & mouth to protect herself,
but Elle was too far away anyway & the gas swirled harmlessly
away. Elle realised that with this high wind she would have to
get very close to the Mistress & spray the gas directly into
her face for it to have the desired effect.
Elle again lunged at the woman, but the this time the Mistress
made a grab for her, she took hold of Elle's wrists, one in each
hand, being the stronger of the two she was able to force the
hand holding the spray downward, out of harms way, away from
her face. Elle was drawn in towards Mistress, in the struggle
she again felt that scrumptious rubber tantalisingly over her
breasts, stroking her hard nipples, no! no! Not at a time like
this, for heavens sake thought Elle she could not afford another
orgasm now!
They had turned around in the struggle, Elle felt her back against
the door, Mistress's body pushed up against her, the damp rubber
was being pressed into her now distended breasts, Elle half closed
her eyes, in any other circumstances she would have given in
to her ravaged feelings, but this was a battle she had to win!
Elle felt Mistress Thong's leg come up between her own legs,
she felt the gorgeous, glossy, creamy rubber of her foe's mac
slithering silkily next to her own wet satin, she felt the rubber
of her own mac creaming wonderfully over her pussy, the heat
was building, no!!! Not now, not now! With new found strength
Elle pushed Mistress away, the Mistress stepped back to regain
her balance letting go of the girls wrists. Elle again lunged
forward & sprayed gas at the woman, the Mistress turned her
head quickly away to protect herself, again the gas swirled away
on the wind.
Elle was fighting for breath inside her gasmask, taking down
lung full after lung full of smelly rubber, she was loosing what
strength she had, & heaven forbid as this wonderful rubber
lined mac flapped around her, she was on the verge of an orgasm!
She had to nail Mistress & nail her quickly. With the Mistress
only just about regaining her balance on those spiky heels, Elle
flew towards her again, Mistress put up a hand in front of her
face no doubt expecting the worst. Mistress Thong half turned
& Elle found herself behind the Mistress, quickly she grasped
Mistress around the throat with her left arm, both of the woman's
hands clasped Elle's arm to try & pull it away. Mistress
bent forward & almost took Elle of her feet has she hung
on around the woman's neck. Elle was slipping & sliding all
over the back of this woman's shiny rain lubricated mackintosh,
to Elle the Mistress felt gorgeous beneath her wet rubber, but
this was no time to be having such feelings. Elle tried to bring
the spray gun up to the woman's face, Mistress saw it there at
the last moment, she let go of Elle with one of her hands &
clasped it as tightly as she could over her nose & mouth.
Elle squeezed the trigger, she let go a long concentrated burst
of the gas. Elle slipped of the Mistress's back as the woman
let go of her with the other hand too. But Mistress was still
there, still standing, still conscious, the hand over her nose
& mouth seemed to have protected her sufficiently well.
Again Mistress took hold of Elle & pressed her back towards
the door, with her body, she sandwiched the young girl up against
the woodwork, with both hands this time she grabbed a hold of
Elle's right hand, the one that held the gun, she would try &
take the gun from Elle. The young girl felt Mistress's wet mac
covered body pressing into her own, her breasts trying to rise
& fall with her fast breathing were held firm by the pressure
of Mistress Thongs body, the clammy damp rubber was stuck to
her skin, her whole body, hot with her exertions, hot with her
feelings that were tearing her asunder. She was loosing her strength,
she was going to climax, she could do nothing about it now. With
her left hand she tried to grab a hold of Mistress Thongs souwester,
with one last effort she tried to pull it, the hat was tied under
Mistress's chin & has Elle yanked the souwester over Mistress
Thong's head was jerked back.
Elle's right hand slipped for a moment from the woman's grasp,
it was enough. Quick as a flash & just at the onset of her
orgasm, Elle brought up her hand to Mistress's face & squirted
the gas directly into it.
This time, unable to turn away quickly enough & with her
face unprotected by her hands, Mistress began to succumb to the
effects of the gas.
Elle went ridged up against the door, deep below the heat was
again rippling up through her body, she was squealing in her
mask, her whole body moving rhythmically with each wave of searing
heat that exploded from her, it was an even more devastating
orgasm than she had experienced before the mirror. She could
just make out Mistress standing in front of her, her wet rubber
gloves clawing at her own throat, she too was gasping, but she
knew that at in her case it was for an entirely different reason.
The merest hint of a smile flickered across Elle's face inside
her mask, the gas had got her, the Mistress slumped to the floor,
Elle heard the dull thud & the crescendo of mackintosh as
the woman went down.
She would deal with the Mistress in a little while she thought,
for the moment she was in no fit state, her body ravaged by her
second orgasm of the night, & all this inside her lovely,
gorgeous, soft rubber. Again she began to hug herself, luxuriating
in the feel of this wonderful rubber mac, warm again now following
her struggle with Mistress Thong. She had won her battle, now
she would have that fun with her that she had promised herself.
Elle just stood there, leaning against the door for support,
her knees almost knocking together, her legs like jelly, quivering.
She stood taking in great lungfulls of air, still in her gasmask,
still the air was tinged by the rubber, but she liked it, in
a very short time she had gone from having never even worn a
rubber garment before to enjoying the experience so much! She
just loved it, she had experienced not one but two devastating
orgasms without even as much as a man in sight. Wow! She still
could not believe it, all of this from simply wearing a rubber
mac & mask, how could this be?
As she began to recover herself Elle bent down to check on Mistress
Thong,
she was still breathing okay, she was out cold of course from
the gas, but Elle did not know for how long. She cursed herself
for not bringing the hand cuffs with her, she would have to run
back into the hall to collect them. What if Mistress woke up
though whilst she was away? Elle decided that she could not take
that chance, she gave Mistress another whiff of the gas, it would
not do her any harm she thought.
It was five or six minutes later when Elle, rather breathless
from her trip back up to the first floor room returned with the
cuffs. She need not have worried though, Mistress Thong still
lay exactly where Elle had left her. The girl bent down, she
pulled both of Mistress Thong's hands behind her back, clasping
the cuffs around one wrist then threading them under the mackintosh
belt and finally clasping the second cuff around the other wrist
with a reassuring click as the lock went home. Now for more hard
work, Elle had to get Mistress inside, it was not going to be
easy.
Elle was right, it took a considerable effort to lift the Mistress,
she carried her in the fireman's lift position. Despite the hard
work involved & the fast breathing as a result, Elle had
decided to keep her gasmask on, just in case, if Mistress came
around & things got out of hand again she might have to use
the gas once more, & the mask had protected her well so far,
besides, she liked it.
Elle knew that she would never be able to carry Mistress Thong
up the stairs, so when she had rushed back into the hall to fetch
the hand cuffs, she had tried one on two doors, she had looked
into one or two rooms, & low & behold, Elle had stumbled
across what she imagined might have been referred to as a rubber
dungeon. It was into this room that she carried the Mistress
now.
Elle was again short of breath & she was glad to lay Mistress
Thong down in a chair. Elle's chest heaved in & out with
her efforts, again the rubber interior of her mac was doing it's
stuff, again her poor defenceless little nipples were hard beneath
the rubberised satin, she could see them, but most of all she
could feel them, the rubber gripping them & letting them
go repeatedly. Her mouth opened inside her mask with a little
gasp again, a faint cry. She stroked them gently through the
still soaking wet satin, ohhh... she sighed. It felt so good,
her other hand wandered down between her legs, the rubber there
still wet from before, Elle was getting excited again.
Elle shook herself mentally, she must stop this, she had things
to do before Mistress came around. Elle looked around her, there
were a great many things hanging from the walls, metal implements,
straps, harnesses, masks, chains, there was chain mail, leather
& of course all sorts of rubber items. There was a torture
rack, stocks, a number of tables, a bed, all sorts, with some
of these things Elle could not even imagine how they were used.
But Elle still had her original plan in mind, she was going to
do to Mistress what Mistress had planned to do to her, she was
going to give her a spanking.
"Let's see how you like it!" Elle said to the unhearing
Mistress, lying there in her mac, the rain still dripping from
it, her souwester at a very funny angle after the struggle.
Hanging on the wall not very far away seemed to be the ideal
instrument, looking rather like a table tennis bat but longer,
it was unless she was very much mistaken made from rubber. Elle
took it down, it was indeed made from rubber, just a little flexible,
she made a few practice strokes with it. Yes she thought, that
will do nicely.
She needed to get the Mistress set up for her little game &
quickly too, she needed to have her fully under her control before
she came around. Once again Elle hauled the Mistress up, she
managed to get her as far as a low table, she positioned the
woman face down over it with the table under her middle. Elle
released the hand cuffs, pulled her arms forward so that they
hung down the front of the table & cuffed her again. The
girl took down from the wall a pair of ankle cuffs & promptly
fasted these in place around Mistress Thong's boots, now with
a third pair of hand cuffs she linked the two together, there
now. Elle stepped back, that was the Mistress fully under her
control.
"She is not going anywhere." Elle smiled to herself
as she realised that she had just quoted one of the Mistress's
own sayings.
All that Elle had to do now was wait, she would wait for Mistress
Thong to come around. Elle decided to take of her gasmask, she
let down her mac hood, gripping the filter with both hands she
pulled of the mask. Elle exhaled with a loud sigh, she felt the
cool air hit her face, it felt so nice, refreshing, she had by
& large enjoyed being inside the gasmask ever since she had
seen herself in the mirror, it had given her that all powerful
feeling, true she had felt claustrophobic at times, but in a
funny sort of way that had all been part of the turn on for her,
overcoming that fear. Of course she had also felt it to be part
of her total protection inside this lovely rubberised satin mac,
then there had been the smell, so rubbery, so dense, so very
very smelly ohhh! She moaned gently, she felt so nice again now,
down below.
Elle saw herself in a mirror once more, the satin was not waterlogged
now, just dark in patches with the wet. She decided to pull her
beautiful hood back up again, it would help to make her look
the part when she began her treatment of Mistress Thong, all
dominant that is. Elle noticed a pair of black latex rubber gloves
lying on a chair, she wondered over & picked them up. They
looked just like the ones that the Mistress was wearing, they
felt so smooth, soft to the touch, Elle brushed them against
her face, mmm..., she moaned again. They would complete the picture,
she pulled them on.
Elle wandered around the room, looking at & touching various
things, sometimes trying to imagine how they were used. One thing
she spotted was a rubber blow up gag, now I do know how to use
that, thought Elle, she took it down from it's hook on the wall.
It was another five or ten minutes before she heard the first
signs that Mistress was coming around. Then she moved, or at
least she tried too. Elle looked at her, she was clearly having
difficulty coming to realise what was happening to her or even
where she was.
"Welcome back to the land of the living my dear."
Mistress Thong was looking around her for the source of the voice.
"What are you doing to me!" Mistress was clearly angry,
she struggled & rattled the hand cuffs.
"Go on me dear, struggle all you like, you are not going
anywhere." Elle was deliberately using Mistress Thong's
own words back at her, "struggling in that lovely rubber
turns some people on you know." Mistress Thong was not amused,
she grew more angry.
"But you can't do this to me! I'm the Mistress!"
"Were a Mistress," said Elle. "For now at least
I am assuming the role of the Mistress of Mackintosh Hall, Miss!
Thong!" The mistress was enraged!
"How dare you!" she cried indignantly, again she rattled
the hand cuffs & her rubber mac swished & crackled as
she struggled.
"Oh I think you had better get used to the idea Miss Thong."
The Mistress again snorted angrily.
"What are you going to do to me?" Elle went back to
Mistress's own script.
"I think I'll show you a little rubber discipline, I believe
it's a favourite of the slaves that come here, yes! I will certainly
have a little fun with you, a good spanking I think, that never
goes amiss."
"But you can't!"
"On no?" said Elle, "Oh I think you'll find that
I can my dear, I'm the Mistress now." More struggling, but
it was no use.
Elle drew up a chair beside the low table over which Mistress
Thong was captured, She sat down. The girl shuffled the chair
closer until her knees were up against the table, then she leaned
forward & with both arms stretched over the Mistress she
pulled her sideways towards her until instead of being face down
over the table she was now face down over Elle's legs.
"What are you doing to me girl?" the Mistress cried
out in frustration, I demand that you let me go!" Elle chuckled
out loudly.
"Oh I don't think you are in a position to demand anything
Miss Thong, do you?"
Elle was again feeling very excited, she could feel the weight
of this woman's body across her legs, she could feel her glossy
black mac slithering over her own rubberised satin, the smooth
matt rubber of her own mac being ground into her pussy by Mistress's
body wriggling about on her lap. Elle gently ran her hand with
it's lovely smooth soft feeling glove over one of the cheeks
of Mistress Thong's bottom, feeling her buttocks through the
creamy outer rubber of her mackintosh.
"I demand you release me!" Mistress Thong cried out
again.
This time Elle did not even reply, she was already getting carried
away over the smoothness of Mistress's bottom, she was warming
to her task, in more ways than one. Elle gently caressed the
other cheek again through the shiny mac. Then, not so gently
she raised her hand & slapped it down on Mistress's rump.
"What do you think you are doing!" This time Mistress
Thong was more enraged than ever. "I demand that..., you..."
The words tailed of, there was a little sigh, a little moan from
the Mistress. Elle's hand had for the first time just gone up
inside Mistress's mac, beneath her latex dress, she had just
run her hand ever so gently & ever so soothingly over Mistress's
dainty little rubber panties.
Elle took away her hand, Mistress moaned in a pleading sort of
way, Elle new that her charge wanted to feel her hand on her
panties again, but Elle withheld this pleasure. Instead she massaged
through the mac again, then she slapped Mistress on the bottom
once more, Elle loved that sound, her hand in it's latex glove
on Mistress's rubber mac, she did it again, this time there was
no protest from the woman, just the gentle moaning sound of her
breathing. The girl knew that she was beginning to turn Mistress
on, that in turn was turning Elle on even more, she was getting
quite excited, she felt her whole body shiver in a thrilling
sort of way. Elle picked up the rubber paddle, she soothed it
over Mistress's bottom then raised it up & slapped it down
hard. Mistress jumped, her head shot back & then dropped
forward again, no protest, just a gasp, a little cry, a pleading,
almost a please do it again sort of cry, & Elle did do it
again, crack! The paddle came down over the smooth rubber mackintosh
covered cheek of Mistress Thong's bottom. There was another crack
& then another, this was followed by one to the other cheek.
Mistress jumped each time, murmured, sighed her breathing quickening.
Elle smoothed her hand over the Mistress's bottom again, gently
squeezing, soothing the pain away before another couple of lighter
taps.
Mistress was rhythmically rocking across Elle's legs, sighing
& wriggling, her rubber mac against Elle's rubberised satin,
the girl could feel her own rubber pressed into her most sensitive
area by the weight of Mistress, her wriggling body exciting her
again, again getting warm down below, again feeling damp.
Elle picked up the gag which she had placed conveniently to hand.
The girl squeezed the rubber ball putting a little air into the
blow up part of the gag, she reached forward to Mistress's face.
"Here we are my dear, try this for size." There was
no response from Mistress Thong. "Open your mouth! Now!
Demanded Elle, the Mistress opened her mouth. Elle tried to gently
push the gag inside. "Open wider," coaxed Elle, "Wider?"
There was another one of those pleading cries from the Mistress.
"Oh what's the matter then?" said Elle in a sympathetic
mocking sort of way. "Can't we get it in?" More pathetic
little cries from the Mistress. "Here we are then, I'll
let it down a little for you." The girl let out some of
the air. "How's this then?" asked Elle as she offered
the gag up to Mistress's mouth once more. This time, with a gentle
push, in it went. "There my dear, that was not so bad was
it?" Mistress again cried out as if answering Elle.
Elle squeezed the rubber ball once more, she heard the "Shh,"
as a small amount of air was injected into the gag, Mistress
moaned softly, another squeeze, more air went into the gag, another
moan, this time louder, a final little squeeze & the gag
again expanded inside the Mistress's mouth, this time there was
a pleading cry, as if imploring Elle to stop. Elle fastened the
rubber ties of the gag behind Mistress's head.
"There, we don't want it falling out now do we." Mistress
cried back her agreement, not that there was the slightest chance
of the gag coming out of the Mistress's mouth, it had been blown
up far, far to much for that to happen.
With both hands Elle lifted the full skirt of Mistress Thong's
mackintosh, the heavy rubber swishing excitedly, whispering to
her as she moved it forward to rest over Mistress's back revealing
the black latex dress that the woman wore beneath.
Again Elle slapped her hand down on Mistress Thong's bottom,
now latex to latex, not slippery like the shiny black rubber
outer surface of her mac, it felt smooth but more grippy. She
gently squeezed & mauled the woman's firm rounded buttocks.
Elle gave her a few more playful slaps on the bum which by the
sound of it Mistress was obviously enjoying, then far harder
slaps with slightly cupped hand. Elle was turned on by the lovely
sound that her latex gloved hand was making on Mistress's rubber
covered cheeks. Now Elle picked up the paddle once more &
gently tapped it across both cheeks, this was just to let Mistress
know that she now had this instrument in hand again. Now she
smoothed it across Mistress again followed by several sharp slaps
with it to both cheeks, each one in turn raising an ever greater
cry as Elle watched the glossy black souwester on Mistress's
head lift up sharply with each slap. But there was no protest
from her charge, just one mournful cry after another into her
gag. Elle put both hands on Mistress's bottom to once again soothe
the pain away. Mistress was sighing again now, rhythmically to
Elle's massage, gently gripping those round cheeks through the
rubber.
Elle too felt like sighing, it was all she could do to stop herself
as her own feelings threatened to overtake her as more &
more she knew how the Mistress was feeling, but being a Mistress
now, Elle had to restrain herself.
Gently, but very provocatively, the girl began slowly to pull
back Mistress's dress, any moment now there would only be those
dainty, skimpy little rubber panties between Elle's attentions
& Mistress's tender skin. The note of Mistress's moans &
sighs moved up a key as she realised what was happening to her,
what was to come, she squirmed in Elle's lap, Elle felt the pressure
on her own precious little oh so sensitive pussy & squirmed
herself inside her gorgeous smooth warm rubber cocoon.
Elle patted the panties, squeezing gently, even making sure they
were pulled up properly, now that the black dress was pulled
back the panties could be seen in all their glory, brilliant
red latex, smooth, small, a scant last line of defence for Mistress's
bottom. Elle squeezed again & then slapped Mistress again,
& again. Elle picked up the paddle, slap , slap, slap, hard,
such a wonderful provocative gorgeous sound, Mistress's cries
growing louder with each slap. Elle stroked the paddle across
each buttock, then brought it down again, crack, crack.
Mistress's breathing was growing faster & faster, squirming
in Elle's lap all the time now, her moans now almost continuous,
Elle too was getting hotter, another climax of her own not far
away as she realised how helpless Mistress was, what she was
doing to her, the effect it was having on her, it was simply
mind blowing to think that she could have this effect on another
woman, wow!
Elle felt that Mistress was getting near the point of no return,
her squirming continuos, her breathing fast & shallow, the
time had come, Elle felt. She pushed the fingers of one hand
into the top of Mistress's panties, she began to pull back, it
was time for Mistress's last line of defence to be pulled down,
to leave her rump standing proud, alone, defenceless, & getting
ever redder with Elle's attentions, Using both hands the girl
pulled the panties well down the Mistress's legs & out of
the way, then, she picked up the paddle once more.
Gently Elle stroked it across the now bare buttocks, she tapped
the cheeks, each in turn, massaged with her rubber covered hands
& then slapped Mistress sharply. Mistress jumped more than
ever, gasped loudly, once more Elle slapped her, she could see
the bare skin getting red, painful. Elle soothed it with her
warm soft rubber gloves, lulling Mistress into a false sense
of security before again giving her several more sharp cracks
of the paddle on each cheek.
Elle felt a change in Mistress's body, Mistress was on the edge,
Elle could sense it, she put the paddle down, it was just gentle
warm smooth massage from here on in using just her soothing rubber
gloved fingers. Mistresses moans were working to a crescendo,
Elle knew that Mistress was almost there, & she too was hopelessly
coming to the same point, she was almost in sympathy with her.
Elle squeezed & gently fondled Mistress's bottom, one cheek
in each hand, then she let one hand wander between the Mistresses
legs, just gently touching the sensitive area, & that was
it.
Mistress's head came up, her body went rigid, she shook, she
gasped, she cried out, the cry almost choked off by the rubber
gag filling her mouth, her body convulsed, her cries came in
rhythm with her body jerking up & down, her cries louder
& louder, ohh..., ohh..., ahhh... then a series of little
rhythmic squeals.
This was too much for Elle, her eyes closed, a second later they
snapped open again, her own cries were softer, more of a sob
than a cry. She felt for the Mistress, for what she had done
to her & again the heat poured from her, searing once more
through her body wave upon wave of hot flush, her whole being
burning red, rippling up through her. The air was rife with the
sounds of gasps & cries, of hard fast breathing, of rustling
crackling rubber mackintosh, of two tired but happy & fulfilled
woman.
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Both woman lay slumped over each other
for some time, it was quite a while later when Elle released
Mistress Thong from the handcuffs & gag & she was free
again.
Elle did not quite know what to expect, what the Mistress might
do to her now that she had her liberty once more, so what followed
was a surprise to the girl.
Mistress turned, she had a smile on her face, she bowed down
in front of Elle.
"Thank you Mistress Green for my discipline & my rubber
correction, I am grateful that you know what is good for me."
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The following day back in the office of Bottom, Bottom &
Spank Ltd., Elle presented her report to Mr Bottom senior. It
stated that she had found nothing untoward taking place at Mackintosh
Hall, what ever had happened to cause the nameless man's wife
to have the described change in sexual habits, it was clearly
nothing to do with her visits to the said establishment.
At that meeting Elle also tendered her resignation from the firm
of private investigators, in it she stated, "After long
& thoughtful consideration she had decided that the world
of private investigations was not for her." Elle neglected
to tell them that she had found something that she was much happier
to be involved with, something that she was much better at.
These days Mackintosh Hall is thriving, there are two Mistresses
there now, there is an absolute wealth of rubber slaves attending
them, & sometimes when all the rubber slaves have gone home
to their own husbands or wives, it is said that the two Mistress's
keep themselves happy, with lots of spankings & rubber correction
going on.
Comments to: Barbara
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