Deadlier Than The Male

Chapter Four

Jo was content with all the clothes and gadgets on the bed, more than sufficient to dress and subdue Tom. She was beginning to enjoy herself and knew that Tom, as he had done in the videos, would do as she playing the role of Pat commanded.

When she opened the door, Tom's eyes nearly popped out as he took in this sleek black rubber apparition. He entered quickly and closed the door. She pointed at her feet and Tom knelt and crawled behind her into the bedroom. Nothing needed to be said as she pointed to the clothes and he stripped off and began to dress.

With mixed feelings he noticed his big hard on, was that for the rubber or the rubber-clad Pat? She would find out soon enough. She didn't want to see his face now so she tossed him the mask first. He looked at her quizzically and then pulled it over his head. It was a perfect replica of a beautiful woman's face, ruby red lips, dark eyebrows and blue eyes and a lightly tanned skin. It fitted him very tightly but had small eyeholes, nostril holes and a small slit for a mouth. Jo felt more comfortable with him masked.

Over his slim body he pulled on a garter belt with four suspenders to which he attached shiny dark grey stockings, pulling them up almost sensuously, and smoothing out the wrinkles. They had black seams at the back and he made sure that they were perfectly vertical. Jo did not know how many times he had done this; she had mixed feelings about a transvestite husband, never mind a rubber loving one.

He pulled frilly panties up and over his cock, and in fact she was somewhat relieved to see it put away, right now she wanted him to be hard for her, and not the rubber. A flared short dress followed and he stepped into the flared skirt portion and pushed his arms through the tight sleeves. She zipped him up the back as he pulled on tight elbow length gloves over the sleeves of the dress. Then she wrapped round him a tight corselet with a padded bra section and which extended down to his hips. Clearly he had worn this before and he turned his back to her and she began to lace him up she laced him tight and pulled heavy straps over his shoulders. She could hardly believe what she was doing, dressing her husband as a rubber transvestite. Part of her was humiliated at this, yet part of her was excited!

She finished pulling in his waist, he really had a pretty good figure and the padded bra was quite lifelike. She turned him round. The beautiful, bald emotionless face stared back at her. She knelt in front of him and placed his feet into high heeled ankle boots and laced them up. He passed his hands over his own body and seemed to be in a bit of a trance. She was too. This was a body and a mind that she thought she loved, and still loved, so the next few days were going to be a test, for both of them.

Acting out Pat's role she surveyed him, inspected him, lifted his skirt and rubbed her hand over his bald rubber pate. Then she took cuffs from the bed and without any order from her he placed his hands behind his back and she cuffed him. This was so easy she thought. The two final pieces she picked up, the blindfold would keep until she was downstairs, but the large red rubber ball she forcefully stuffed between his red rubber lips and into his mouth. She pulled the two thick rubber straps over his head forcing the ball deeper, he grunted, was this too tight, well too bad she thought.

Costumed, cuffed, masked, gagged and corseted, he stood silently, breathing through the narrow nostril tubes as she examined him. She passed her hands between his legs feeling his erection under the tight frilly panties. He moaned into his gaga and swallowed hard.

She was enjoying this power now; here was her husband and lover, now her rubber toy, her dolly, slave, compliant latex wench. She motioned him to follow her to the basement; he did so gingerly on his high heels. She noticed his fine rubber clad legs, they were really quite convincing; she would now enjoy beating them, and his tight rubber covered arse!

Before opening the door to the basement playroom she blindfolded him. Only when he was properly in bondage would she reveal herself to him, and the control she now had over Pat. She opened the door and led him in, turning the lights on. Pat sat up, an odd sight, constricted by the corset and the body bag, her head a bulbous rubber balloon. She watched silently as Jo leant Tom over to the padded bench. He seemed familiar with it and did not struggle as she passed straps over his body, at chest, waist and hips, pressing him into the padding. She strapped his legs to the wide legs of the bench. Then she released his cuffs, he didn't resist as she strapped them to the legs of the bench. Slowly she tightened them all until she was satisfied that he was fully immobile. She lifted his skirt and folded it under his corset, then placed a hand on his rubber covered cheeks and admired their firmness under the frills.

Sitting upright on the side of the bed Pat was a silent observer, saliva dripping out of her inflatable gag. Despite her immobility she was really quite excited at the thought of seeing Tom pounded by Jo. If she used the same venom as she used on Pat, it would be quite entertaining.

Now Jo decided it was time for the exposing of who was who! Jo leaned over and removed Tom's blindfold. There was no alarm until she moved aside and he saw – well who – a body encased in a black rubber body bag and inflatable helmet. He grunted behind the ball gag. Perhaps Pat had found an accomplice, or was it Pat in the bag? All was revealed when Jo slowly peeled off her tight mask. Tom screamed into his gag, in shock and horror. What was going on here? He was ashamed and embarrassed, Jo had clearly figured out their games together. And he quickly surmised, she was going to wreak her revenge. Jo placed a hand on his bald rubber dome.

“Hello Tom, loyal and faithful hubby. I expect you have figured this out pretty quickly. I rumbled as to what you and Pat were up to, oh and by the way this is Pat here.” She patted the inflated rubber head which shuddered under the severe air pressure. There was a faint moan from its occupant.

“She's had her punishment, or at least the first instalment, and didn't like it much, right Pat?” Pat's rear was still very sore and she nodded meekly.

“She'll get more in the next couple of days, and so will you Tom. I plan some serious retribution; cheating on me, the two of you. I know there was no “sex” but you were both on such a high there might as well have been. I saw all the tapes so I know what you got up to. I'm going to punish you both, and at the end of it I don't know what I will do, divorce you maybe and take you to the cleaners. The next 48 hours will be entertaining, for me at least. Actually I'm getting to quite like wearing this rubber, very flattering and comfortable; I'm quite the dominatrix, Pat will vouch for that. Now Tom, I'm going to give you 100 strokes, just the same as Pat; she took it and so will you.”

He mmmffed into his gag, but could do nothing else as Jo laid into him. Slowly, meticulously she picked her target, even moving to the tops of his thighs, bare between his panties and the tops of his stockings. Tom groaned and moaned into his gag, Pat watched in silence as Jo continued. Tom's ass was on fire and so too were the tops of his thighs and he couldn't even wriggle an inch. He looked across at Pat but all he could see were two perspex eye pieces and, possibly, two distant eyes.

Pat on the other hand had had her punishment, for now, and was quite enjoying this. Jo was very good and Pat thought she looked fabulous in her tight black suit, sweat now appearing on her face. When she had finished she was panting slightly and she tossed the paddle on the bed, sitting down next to Pat. She looked at her amusedly.

“Well, was I up to scratch? Do I get an A?” Pat nodded vigorously and Jo laughed. Tom didn't, saliva was running down his woman's facemask and onto the padding supporting his head and he was breathing heavily. The white part of his thighs between stocking tops and frilly panties was now bright red, with even a tinge of blue.

But it was not over, for Jo had only just begun. Although she was a little out of breath with her exertions, she was also excited. She had thoroughly enjoyed dominating these two, controlling their movement, controlling their ability to talk – she really quite liked gagging them, silencing their protests to a quiet mmm. And the clothes? Well as each minute passed she became more comfortable in them, and they did flatter her figure, good though it already was.

She glanced at Tom, his breathing had now stabilised, but she could see him glaring at her, possibly with mixed emotions, he liked to be paddled of course, but by his wife, and so hard? Maybe not, thought Jo. She had thrilled at the paddling, but was not so sure about the transvestism – it seemed pretty harmless though, and he did look so cute in the stockings and panties! They would have to talk about this some time, but not now, she had to take care of Pat.