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Chapter Two
So over the week she planned a surprise for them both, action by action, scene by scene. By Friday, 6pm was his so-called squash date, she was ready. At 4pm , armed with muffins, she went over to Pat's house. Not surprisingly Pat was shocked to see her but when Jo mentioned making too many muffins etc, etc then she could hardly turn her away. A cup of coffee? Yes, that would be nice, said Jo, just a quick one. Ten minutes later, with a clever sleight of hand as Pat looked away, the sleeping powder had done the job again. Jo, with heart pounding then went down to the basement.
She had planned all the clothes in advance and it took awhile to collect them all, along with a large tin of talc, which she had soon figured out she would need. She dumped the large pile of pungent rubber clothing on the floor in the living room. Pat was still flat out, Jo decided this was no time for niceties and in two minutes Pat was naked. Even Jo had to admit she had a really fine body, slim, firm good boobs. When pulling her pants off she noticed somewhat sheepishly that Pat had shaved her pudenda. She had no time to waste however and thought the best route would be to dress Pat first and then subdue her, just in case she woke up. She realised pushing a sleeping body into a tight rubber suit would be tough and so she stripped down to her bra and panties. She compared hers to Pats' and thought she matched up pretty well.
She liberally dusted the inside of the suit and then Pat's inert body. Quickly she realised she quite liked the soft, hairless skin, so unlike that of a man – it was an odd sensation for her. The suit was an amazing creation, all in one piece, leggings, feet, gloves and even a full head mask. There was a double zip extending from the belly button through the crotch and up the back to the neck. With a lot of gentle pulling, pushing and kneading it took her all of ten minutes to squeeze the lower half of her victim into the suit, then a further five minutes for the arms, squeezing out all the air pockets and wrinkles. Then Jo bent her over and stuffed her head with her mousy short hair through the narrow neck and into the full mask. She eased out all the air pockets and zipped her up to the neck. She had to admit that she did look fabulous, like a sleek seal with only her eyes, two small nostril holes and a mouth hole visible. All the rest was as if she was painted in shiny black tar.
Next she wrapped a heavily boned black rubber corset around her waist; she tightened it as best she could, pulling on the rear laces and front buckles. When she had her stretched out downstairs she could tighten them some more. She locked a three inch wide steel collar, rubber lined around her neck and over the zip, she'd not get out of the suit now, Jo had already hidden the key downstairs. The same key also fitted an adjustable steel belt that she wrapped around Pat's waist. It locked by way of a handcuff-type ratchet and Jo could tighten it later after she had pulled in the corset and inch or two! Rubber-lined steel cuffs and anklets were then wrapped around her extremities and then she attached a short 18 inch chain between ankles, and cuffed the two wristbands to rings on the steel belt with snap fastenings.
She stood back to admire her work – not bad for a neophyte she thought. Pat was truly trussed, and a very attractive package, she could see how people got off on bondage; Pat was there to be ravaged! But she had no time to savour it. She stripped out of her bra and panties, noticing strangely she was just a little moist, must be the excitement, she thought. She dusted herself and shivered uncontrollably as she slipped her feet into the clinging black catsuit. This had a double zip too, from her backside through her crotch and up to a tight collar, much easier for getting into.
As she pulled it slowly up her legs she felt its cool cling, like satin or silk but much firmer, it gripped her in a firm and yet somehow comforting way. She slid her arms into the sleeves and pushed into the attached gloves, easing out air and smoothing wrinkles. Slowly, almost sensuously, she drew up the front zip, adjusting her breasts into the rubber cups - and here she noted her nipples were hard, must be the coolness of the rubber she thought. She let out a short breath; the rubber was still cool and gripping every inch of her. Her breasts pointed out like upturned cups and when she touched herself there she felt hard nodules on the inside of the rubber cones rub up against her nipples. Her legs were firm, shiny, long and muscled. Without a doubt this rig definitely improved her figure. It seemed to tuck her in and push her out in all the right places!
She wrapped around her a rubber waspie, front laced and pulled on them until she was slightly short of breath. She liked the restriction and it even pushed out her boobs more! Then she realised she should have put on the front lacing knee high boots – with four inch heels – before, because leaning over to her shins was now quite difficult. But she managed it and stood. She felt quite strange - imperious, tall, booted, corseted and suited! All she needed now was a mask but that would be for later. She slipped high-heeled pumps onto Pat who began to slowly wake up, perfect timing. Jo took a blindfold and a thick rubber cock gag and fastened one of the stud fastenings on each of them to the studs on the side of Pat's mask – a quick pass over eyes and mouth, pushing the gag in hard of course, and she'd be blind and mute! First however they had some talking to do.
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