DEADLIER THAN THE MALE

Chapter One

Jo felt betrayed, for she was sure she had been, by her husband of five years, whom she had loved and whom she thought had loved her.

Well, maybe he did, but going to see her neighbour and best friend down the road was a funny way of showing it. Of course she had no proof – yet. But soon she would.

Didn't he find her attractive? Twenty-seven, raven hair, 5 feet ten inches, great body, slim and athletic, and, she thought a pleasant disposition as well. She had family money and a well-paid job. So what could he want from Pat? Pat was the same height, slim and attractive, but with mousy brown hair. Her husband had died before he was thirty but Pat had been well provided for, and she also had a good job. So what was she offering to her husband that Jo couldn't provide? This afternoon Jo would try and find out. Twice in the last fortnight she had followed Tom, her husband, supposedly going to play squash, to Pat's house. Two hours later he would return, making up some cock and bull story about how the game had gone.

She still loved him, she thought they had a great sex life, experimental but not too kinky, so what could he be seeing Pat for? He had a slim, hard body, not dissimilar in fact to hers or Pats – similar height and slim waist and limbs. She had decided she would not give him up easily, she would fight for him, but first she had to find out more. Pat had invited her round for tea that Saturday afternoon, and Jo had prepared well. She wanted evidence and she was going to search Pat's house for it. It would be somewhere, she knew and then she would confront Tom with it, and have it out with both of them if necessary. Pat was a dear friend, and Jo had really got to know her since the loss of her husband, but betrayal was beyond any friendship. She would find out more first, she was not, yet anyway, going to come to any fast conclusions.

“More tea?” Pat said, smiling at her friend.

“Sure, thanks.”

“I'll heat up the water.” Pat said and went to the kitchen. Now's your chance, Jo thought, and quickly dispensed two sleeping pills, powdered down, into Pat's half filled cup. That should be enough to put her out for an hour or so for me to do some exploring. Pat returned and they chatted happily, the emotional undercurrent not apparent. Pat sat back on the chair and yawned.

“God, I don't know what has got into me. I'm quite drowsy this afternoon.”

“Probably work.” Smiled Jo, innocently. Two minutes later Pat was out. Jo, her heart thumping, nervously left the room and began to explore the house. Three bedrooms – she found nothing, bathrooms – nothing, the downstairs – nothing. That only left the basement. Well, last chance, she thought. Laundry, workroom and shower stall – and a locked door! This might be interesting, Jo thought. But where would she keep a key? She looked under plants, rugs, paint pots and into cupboards. Finally she found a key on the window ledge. She took a deep breath and slipped the key in the lock. Do you really want to find out, she thought to herself? No, I have to know, I'm fighting for my marriage, and I'm no weakling. She found a light switch and turned it on.

Nothing she could have imagined could have prepared her for this! She gulped in a lungful of air as she surveyed the room. It was a bizarre cross between bedroom, torture chamber and den! It was a big room, and the floor was covered in white spongy rubber tiles. Two of the walls had full length cupboards with mirrors, below the high ceiling was a latticework of metal tubing on a two foot grid, with spot lighting on runners. There were half a dozen switches with dimmers along the walls. This in itself might not have been so strange, but it was what was in the room that took her breath away.

A king sized bed was up against one wall, with metal head and footboards. The sheet over it was shiny and black, as were the pillows. Hanging from the latticework throughout the room were chains and cuffs, and horizontal bars with attached cuffs. Along the wall at various intervals were winches and pulleys and rings were embedded in the rubber-tiled floor. This is some torture chamber; Jo thought and sat down on the bed. Her hand rested on the sheet, it was cool and smooth. This wasn't satin or silk, Jo thought and leant down and sniffed it. The sheet and the pillows were made of latex! Attached by chains to the head and footboards were cuffs and a padded collar. Her mind was in a whirl, and her eyes traversed the room again. On one side was a padded table bolted to the floor and with straps along the sides and legs. A vaulting horse, like from a school gym was in a corner, also bolted to the floor, at the head was a facepiece with an internal knob. She assumed your face would press into the mask and the knob, well the knob would enter your mouth – and gag you!

So this is what they got up to, she thought. She was not naïve. She had heard about bondage and rubber fetishism, she'd heard about nightclubs and people dressing up in rubber. Tom and she had experimented a little with bondage, always at his insistence. She had played along; although she didn't dislike it, sometimes she quite liked the constriction and she giggled and wriggled as he brought her to orgasm, but they did not do it very often. But that was all, she thought, quite naughty and innocent. She had even spanked him occasionally, but not too hard and he seemed to like that. She didn't want to hurt him, but now on reflection maybe she should have!

There was also a rubber covered padded post, clearly for tying someone up, and whipping. She was catching on quickly. She stood up and tentatively opened up one of the closets. Her initial shock had been overcome by curiosity. From a row of hangers hung a wide variety of clothing. She noticed quickly they were all made of latex; the smell was unmistakable. She slipped her hands between the clothing; it was cool and smooth and shone under the lights. She didn't find the aroma offensive, to the contrary in fact. She pulled out some of them for inspection – a full length cape, catsuits in different colours and designs, some exposing the breasts or holes for nipples to poke through. There were leotards with high and low necks, heavily boned corsets, with padded bras and thick reinforced gusset pieces.

Strangely, she found herself not shocked at all, some of the clothes were a little bizarre, but some – the catsuits and the corsets might be fun to wear, she thought. They would certainly flatter the figure as she could see they were figure hugging. There were stockings and tights in various colours – red, white, black and transparent; and there were gloves of all length and colours and thickness.

The next closet contained more intimidating attire, but she found herself beginning to get fascinated by this strange world she had stepped into. From a series of drawers she slowly pulled out and examined a whole series of masks, hoods and helmets. Some were without eye and mouth holes, some with and some without zips. She examined at length some that were made of two skins, which could then be pumped up with an attached inflator bulb; the inner skin would squeeze tightly against the wearers face. Phew, she thought, this was quite serious stuff. Several of the masks had built-in gags, some were in the shape of a cock, or a large rubber ball and some were inflatable like the helmet. What would it be like to be wearing one of these, she thought – deaf, dumb and blind, with rubber pressing in on all her pores. She wasn't claustrophobic so this rather intrigued her. Another drawer had a whole series of gags, with tubes or inflatable balls, or cocks. Almost without knowing what she was doing she slipped a ball gag into her mouth, tasting the cool pungent rubber on her compressed tongue. Mmmm, this is big; you could almost throttle on this, she thought. She wiped it dry and replaced it with the others. Another drawer had panties and girdles, all in latex. They ranged from thongs to bloomers, tight and loose. And some had inserts, cocks sticking up in the gusset, presumably to be stuck into your pussy….or up your rear! On occasion Tom, well greased, had bummed her and truth be told, at the right time and occasion she quite liked it, the feeling of fullness and restriction and her submissively kneeling in front of him as he rutted away. And the idea of walking around with a plug up your arse did make her chuckle a little. She was no prude but compared to this, well, perhaps just a little conventional. But as she always said, she didn't preach – consenting adults and all that! That was fine by her, but these two consenting adults didn't include her!

Her husband and her best friend were playing at who knows what – evidently she was not to be considered. Quickly she went through the remainder – there were bodybags with in-built sleeves and a front zip to a tight neck. There was one with an attached hood – once in there she thought you'd never get out unless your partner wanted it. There was even an inflatable one, once pumped up you'd be cocooned, mummified alive in rubber. And there were other “costumes” – a schoolgirl, a nun, a nurse and a tarty French maid. This was all for some role-playing, all in rubber and all fairly innocuous. Then there were cuffs, chains, straps and collars all in rubber or leather. Finally and this was no surprise, paddles, and whips and canes. After the last half hour she'd love to use these on Pat or Tom. In time, she thought, in time – all will be in the planning.

As she prepared to leave she noticed in one corner a video camera on a tripod and a VCR and TV with tapes underneath. How considerate, she thought, they've filmed it all for me! There were five tapes and she would not have time to view all of them. But with the help of fast forward she would get a feel. She pulled up a chair – padded, with cuffs at wrists and ankles and chest – strapped to this she would go nowhere.

For the next thirty minutes she viewed as much as she could – sometimes speeding up and then slowing down. At the end she felt quite exhausted. Images that would remain with her included the following:

-throughout all the tapes she was pleased to note that Tom and Pat did not have sex.

-the closest body contact they had was, and here Jo winced, when Pat with thick strap-on penis entered Tom's rear. He wriggled and grunted but being tied to the vaulting horse and well gagged he could do little as she laughed and pushed slowly into him. Although she was horrified at first Jo was fascinated by the episode. Why did Tom want or like this? Why should she question why?

-most of the vignettes concerned elaborate dressing in strange costumes, masking and gagging and severe tying up. The choreography of the ritual fascinated her. The defined role-playing, submissive/dominant, nurse/patient (here Tom gave the stretched and exposed Pat an extensive enema, soon she groaned in her bonds and was released to relieve herself off camera) schoolgirl/teacher (here Tom dressed was a cheeky schoolgirl – looking quite sexy in make-up, short skirt and frilly knickers and being spanked by Pat dressed in cloak and mortarboard) and doggy/master (here Tom wore a strange catsuit that forced him to crawl on all fours, his limbs doubled up and zipped into short tubes, and with an anal probe stuck into her rear and as he waddled his tail wiggled). Jo actually laughed at this.

-some scenes were much more intense! One of the players was strung up and stretched out, legs and arms wide while covered in black latex, corseted, cocooned , gagged and masked and with yards of chain wrapped around waist, chest and through the crotch – so cruelly tight that it almost disappeared between the arse crack. Hardly able to move or make a sound the other soundly paddled away. At first she was shocked at the violence of it, but soon Jo found herself being aroused. She wanted to be the paddler, wanting to thrash the helpless victim. It didn't matter if it was Tom or Pat, she wanted to hurt them. She would, with glee, paddle either or both of them.

But then something strange came over her, she imagined herself as the victim, powerless, mute, exposed and yet covered, vulnerable, biting down on the gag, gripping the chains, having her breasts fondled and slapped and her arse thoroughly paddled until she screamed for relief, a scream that could not be heard – and it would continue. Could this be what she really wanted? She noticed she was breathing fast, she tried to breathe more easily, and she returned the tapes, closed the closets, taking a last look at all the rubber clothes and turning the light off, left the room. She locked the room and returned upstairs to Pat.

She was still asleep, all innocence in cool silk blouse and short skirt. Jo imagined sticking a thick rubber cock in that sensuous mouth - that would quieten her! “Still waters” they say, well who would imagine a truly kinky couple in our neighbourhood?

Jo vowed there and then that Pat and Tom and she would soon meet under very different circumstances! Pat soon woke and Jo made a light reference to her nodding off – not saying it was for over an hour – and soon she made her goodbye.

Jo had planning to do, and that is what she did for the next week – meticulously. Revenge was on her mind, they had not had sex but she felt betrayed. She would invade their little world to give them something to think about. She thought she loved her husband, she thought she knew him, but evidently did not. But she knew more about him now. Why did he like all this stuff? Did it matter? Not really, she thought, but if he did, then why exclude her? Perhaps because he thought she would laugh at him, ridicule him. He was a passionate lover, but his kink he obviously thought he would have to satisfy somewhere else.

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.

Chapter Three

Jo slapped her face, not too gently, through the mask, and stood back, hands resting on hips, breasts thrust out, quite a sight for the awakening Pat.

“Wakey, wakey Pat, sleep's over.”

“Wha....jeez, what is going…what the hell is…Jo! Oh my God!”

“Quiet Pat, my so-called best friend, well, we'll see about that. Now shut up and listen well. I'll say this only once, as you can see you are trussed up and dressed in your favourite rubber, and so am I, but I've no chains or cuffs of course, nor mask. So Pat, very quickly, ‘cos you are a smart girl, you will have figured out that I know your little secret, yes, your secret with Tom. You remember Tom, my husband!”

“Look Jo…”

“Shut it, Pat. I'll do the talking; actually I might as well use the gag, and see how efficient it is. Suck on this for a while!” despite Pat wriggling, Jo gripped the gag and crammed it into Pat's protesting mouth.

“Arrggh, ga mmmfff.” And then there was blissful silence, as Jo pressed hard on the stud at her cheek. Pat glared at her and mmmed something but the gag was very effective. Jo quite enjoyed silencing her in such an efficient way.

“That's a lot better, now where was I? Oh, yes, well Pat, I've seen your little den and some of the tapes and what you and my husband get up to. Not too sordid, quite interesting really, very pervy. Now you can nod and shake your head to all my questions, and don't lie Pat, I can't take lies. I will find out what I need to, looking at the tapes and when Tom comes over, he will also be interrogated, so you better have the story straight!”

Pat moaned into her gag but she could do nothing. She was well and truly trussed, hands at belt, ankles cuffed, corseted and the steel collar too. She'd had to admit Jo had done as good a job as Pat would have done herself! Maybe she should have invited her to some of the sessions, she thought ruefully - she's really very attractive, and I've always had a little fancy for her. Although she was powerless, rubberised and gagged, she found it faintly exciting. This was unplanned, it could go anywhere, and it was scary but a little exciting all the same.

“Okay Pat, did you ever, ever fuck my husband?” Pat gave a vigorous shake.

“I'll take that as a no; although I did see you fuck him in the arse!” Pat gave a rueful nod; she could hardly stop herself smiling at that.

“Do you love him?” Shake.

“Do you like him, for all the games you get up to, he's good for that, yes?” A nod, She mmmffed into the gag, Pat wanted to explain, but Jo was very much in control.

“And this has been going on for, what, six months?” A nod.

“Where did you get all the clothes? Did Tom buy them?” A nod and a shake.

“Some of them?” A nod.

“Who bought the rest, you?” A shake.

“Oh, I'm beginning to get it, it was Dan; he bought them and this is what you got up to. And now you miss all that. You played with yourself after died and then shall we say, recruited Tom.” Tears appeared in Pat's eyes behind her mask, of remorse, remembrance, self-pity, guilt - all, probably, thought Jo.

“Well, a part of me, a bloody small part feels sorry for you Pat. Yes, you got screwed, Dan died in his prime and I am truly sorry. You were left on your own along with your little playpen and a lot of rubber and bondage gear and you needed someone to play with. But why Tom, eh?” Jo viciously pulled at the snap fastening of Pat's gag and pulled the dripping cock from her mouth.

“Does it really matter what I say? You are going to fuck with me anyway. Well, for what it is worth, here's the truth. In very innocent conversations with Tom, I mentioned I was lonely and very slowly it came out that Dan and I liked to dress up and play bondage games. He'd make love to me like that and I missed it so much. He said that you did that sometimes too, and he said you liked it all right but did not want to go any further as he did not want to lose you. He loves you but he thinks you would laugh at his pervy nature. Slowly I mentioned dressing in latex, the cling, the aroma, the sheen, and how it has the ability to make a great body look even better. For Christ's sake Jo, look at yourself, you look fucking fantastic.”

“Never mind the flattery, get on with the story.” But Jo did look good and she knew it, and more to the point, she felt it too. The rubber was now warm and it clung to her every pore, and she liked that feel.

“Well it just gradually developed, a little tying up and spanking, then a little rubber and more bondage and then some role playing.

“Yeah, I saw that, schoolgirl Tom and doggie Tom.”

“Look it was all very innocent, we never had sex, but he got and I still get hugely turned on by rubber. Be honest Jo, when he left me, later that night or next morning, didn't you have the best love making you ever had?”

“Yes, yes he did, that was what me got to thinking, what was I doing to get him aroused, but it wasn't me was it, he was getting aroused somewhere else!”

“As I said he puts you on a pedestal, he still thinks all this,” she shook her manacled hands and feet, “as a bit too naughty for you. Not me, no I got over that a long time ago with Dan. We didn't have long together but man, we went to the moon.” She started to whimper again.

“Don't cry on me Pat, you could have done something, told me, encouraged me, but no, you took him for yourself and now you want credit for him making great love to me, Well, that's a bit sweet I think. No, you're culpable and I do intend to punish you, both of you. Because if nothing else, it will make me feel better.

“Well, I can't argue with that. If you punish me as well as you dress me and tie me up, it should be a good one. But Jo, I should warn you, I like being tied up and punished, remember?” she smiled ay t the thought of it, and Jo said.

“Well I'll have to come up with something original won't I? I'm sure I can, and maybe you won't enjoy it quite so much as you think. Maybe I won't know when to stop, no safe words for me. I'll just keep on going. Now it's time to get you downstairs to your little lair. From now on the less you talk the less likely I am to feel sympathy for you. I have after all to concentrate on the punishments in hand!” Pat didn't feel quite so confident as Jo crammed the black rubber cock back into her mouth, pushing in the stud firmly.

“Up you get, you know the way, careful with your feet, the chain is quite short and your heels are high. I'll hold on to your shoulders as you go down the stairs. Don't want you hurting yourself, before I can get to hurt you.” She smiled and steadied Pat as she gingerly stepped down the stairs, the chains clanking between her ankles. Jo stopped her in the middle of the bondage room, below a wide horizontal bar. From one of the closets she found a spreader bar and unlocking her ankle chains attached one side to one anklet and then, slapping Pat's leg with the command “wider, wider” attached the other to the opposite anklet. Pat was well stretched now, her legs fully three feet apart and she felt a little wobbly on her high heels now. Jo now looked into Pat's eyes.

“I'm beginning to enjoy this.” She lowered the bar above Pat's head by way of the winch on the wall and then attached her wrists at either end. Now Pat's arms were stretched three feet wide.

“Now the fun part.” Said Jo, turning the winch and pulling Pat's arms up until her weight was evenly taken on arms and legs. Jo groaned into her gag, this girl was good, she thought! She could only move her head, nothing else. Jo ran her hands over the tight rubber skin, then went behind her, loosened the laces to the corset, placed her knee in the small of Pat's back and started to tighten them further. Little by little the laces were pulled in. Pat gasped but every time she breathed out, Jo cheerily pulled in the laces. Finally content with the hourglass figure in front of her, she tied off the corset and pulled in the steel belt two more notches. Tom had never done this to Pat, she thought as she struggled for breath, and balance.

“I feel like a black widow, is it a black widow? Anyway you're in my web now, Pat. How do you feel? It is uncomfortable, I'll guess, worse that Tom would do to you. But then this is not quite the same game is it? Now Pat, I'm going to beat you, it will maybe make you feel better, assuaging your guilt, but it will certainly make me feel better. I want to punish you Pat, to remind you what you did. For whatever reason it was wrong and you know it. So before Tom arrives for his session, I'll get in some exercise, on that nice shiny, tight rubber bottom.”

She pulled a large leather paddle out of the closet and displayed it in front of Pat, taunting her.

“Maybe a 100 with this for starters, the rubber suit will protect you a lot” A hundred? Pat's eyes nearly popped out of her mask. The most Tom had done was maybe 40 or 50, some hard and some not so hard, but a hundred, jeez, and Pat knew that Jo was not going to hold back!

And she didn't. Moving to Pat's left side, she began to swing hard with the paddle at her rubber encased buttocks. At each strike, Pat although almost on tiptoe, swung forward. After twenty or so – Pat wasn't counting – her buttocks were on fire. She was pleased to see Jo take a rest, and move if front of her, her cheeks reddening.

“Enjoying it so far?” Pat shook her head and grunted no.

“Well too bad, because there will be plenty more. I think I'll try with my left arm now.” The next twenty didn't hurt quite so badly. She didn't hit quite so hard with her left, but Pat's buttocks were almost numb now. Saliva dribbled down her gag as she bit down on the thick cock. Jo smeared the saliva with her gloved hand, over Pat's pushed-out breasts. Then she returned to her left side and gave her twenty more slow strokes. At the end Pat's head was slumped on her chest, her breathing was a little unsteady, and she was virtually hanging from her wrists. Jo took a glass from the bathroom, filled it with water and released Pat's gag, a flow of saliva dripped down her chest. Pat gulped in air and groaned, then coughed as Jo gave her the water.

“Christ, I'm going to be scarred for life.”

“Hardly Pat, but anyway I thought you were tough, this not turn you on?” She joked.

“A little over the top, even for me. You certainly swing a good paddle; I thought I was going to pass out for a minute there. My backside is on fire. Jo, my arms are starting to go a bit numb.”

“I'll let you drop them for a couple of minutes, but don't think I'm going soft. I haven't finished my session yet!” She lowered the horizontal bar but Pat's wrists were still tethered at each end. Pat closed her eyes and breathed slowly, not moving as her legs were still stretched wide. Jo moved closer and gave her another drink.

“So how long is your revenge going to last, until tomorrow, the weekend, for as long as you choose?”

“Don't get too cheeky Pat. Remember I'm the one with the paddle. For as long as it takes for me to feel revenged. For it to be out of my system. However long it takes.” She smiled as she returned to the winch and raised pat's arms up again. Stretching her to the limit.

“Jesus, that's enough.” She said, but Jo merely took the shiny wet gag in her hand and pulling hard down on Pat's chin brutally pushed it into her mouth, snapping the button at her cheek. I'll decide when enough is enough, Pat. You are due 40 more so hang on for the ride.”

This time there was no break; with five second intervals she gave Pat 40 measured strokes. At the end Jo could feel sweat build up in her suit, and with no place to escape. Pat's head was slumped again, and her legs had given way. Her breathing through her nose was laboured and Jo released her gag. Pat coughed loudly, spittle dribbling from her lips.

“Mmm, not very ladylike. Well I must say I enjoyed that. I'm getting into this. The boots and the waspie and the tight suit seem to empower me.” Pat said nothing, breathing slowly and quietly, saliva dripping down her front. She was exhausted, battered and shattered, she needed to rest.

“You'll need a rest now.” Jo said, as if reading her mind. From the closet she pulled out a rubber body bag. Pat was in no condition to fight as Jo released her from the spreader bar from her feet and then lowered the bar holding her hands. She led her to the bed, Jo removed her shoes and Pat stepped into the single leg of the bag and slipped her arms down the internal sleeves of the bag. As Jo started to zip her up Pat came out of her daze and started to wriggle – too late.

“How long will you keep me in this?”

“Don't know, depends on how long I need to teach Tom his lesson.” She zipped it up over Pat's tight steel collar and now Pat really did resemble a seal. No arms, no legs, just a shiny smooth black outline. Jo unclipped the blindfold and the gag and searched for something in the drawers.

“I think you need to be punished a bit more, just a reminder of who is boss now!” she produced a thick double skinned inflatable helmet with perspex eyepieces and an inflatable breath through gag. Before Pat could yelp she pulled it down over Pat's shiny black dome. Pat wagged her head to no avail as Jo firmly pushed the soft bladder into her mouth. Now at least she could breathe. Quickly Jo pumped up the helmet, and Pat felt the pressure all over her head. Content that the helmet was at its maximum, she smiled at Pat through her lenses and pumped up her gag, turning her mute. Pat pleaded with her eyes – no good – Jo pushed her backwards and she bounced onto the bed. Pat wriggled up the bed and rested her inflated head on the rubber pillow. She glared at Jo through her lenses and mmmed into her gag, but only the wheezing of her breathing could be heard. She could barely move, her arms trapped at her sides and her legs trapped in a single leg. And she had the heavy corset around her torso. She looked like a slick black seal, with a strange bulbous head.

She was now at the mercy of Jo, her best friend or so she thought. It seemed that Jo was really getting into this. She could really tie up and paddle, and Pat did think she looked great in the catsuit, waspie and boots. Pat watched as Jo pulled a tight mask over her face and head. It had no mouth hole but clear lenses and two nose tubes pushed up her nostrils. It gave her a blank, anonymous expression and poor Tom would never detect it was Jo and not Pat who would greet him at the door, their bodies were so similar.

Jo leaned over and patted her on her bloated head, then turned out the light and closed the door. Pat could only wait for Jo, and Tom to return.

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.

Chapter Five

As she sat next to Pat, she ran her hand over her thighs, held tightly within the rubber body bag.

“Just like a sleek seal, the muscle and bone just visible underneath but on the surface a nice smooth slick shine. What's it like in there? Knowing you can never get out without my say so, sweating in your own juices. Are you frightened?” Pat did not move at first, but then slowly shook her head; she peered at Jo through her lenses.

“Why not? Are you excited then?” Pat gave a nod, yes, she was excited, she almost chuckled at Jo's quizzical look. No, she didn't get it – yet!

“You like being tied up and vulnerable, at someone else's mercy, not knowing what will happen next. You know I won't kill you so you are actually finding this exciting.” It wasn't a question any more; Jo was now getting to understand it.

“I won't even try to understand the why of it. You were probably tied up as a child, some cowboy and Indian game and got some strange sexual rush, who knows? And Tom, how did he get the bug? Well I must think this through.” She pushed Pat back onto the bed and leant over her. Her body felt a strange frisson, laid out like a sacrificial lamb, Pat lay defenceless and despite the covering of rubber, her breasts were noticeable inside the bag. Their eyes met for a moment and as if talking to herself, Jo surveyed the subdued woman beneath her.

“So vulnerable, I could do anything I wanted to you now.” She rested her rubber gloved hand on Pat's breast and she heard Pat murmur and roll with it in pleasure. She continued to pass her hands over Pat's imprisoned body.

“Are you a lesbian Pat? Do you enjoy what I am doing?” Pat tried to shake her head but her body was betraying her. And Jo didn't stop; through two layers of rubber Jo sought out Pat's nipple and squeezed it hard. Pat yelped into her gag and spittle dribbled down her chin. God, she thought, Jo was a vixen.

“Pat, I need to talk to Tom for a while, out of your presence, so we'll go upstairs. However I've thought of something to keep you busy while I am away.” She got up and returned from the closet with a 5 inch vibrator of white plastic with a wider flat base. On seeing this Pat groaned into her gag, and raised her knees.

Jo, with a somewhat lascivious smile, firstly unzipped the front double zip of the body bag and pushed down on Pat's raised knees, then eased her hands into the bag and unzipped the zip at Pat's crotch. Pat mmmfed into her gag and rolled her head from side to side as Jo passed her finger over Pat's shaven pudenda, wet with Pat's juices and sweat.

“Mmmm your body tells me my attentions haven't all been unpleasant for you. This should keep you alert for a couple of hours while Tom and I have our chat.” She placed the vibrator at Pat's lips, her legs were held together by the bag but there was enough room with the zip down for Jo to gently slide it up and into Pat. But writhed and rolled but she was well pinioned. Jo pushed it in, one inch, two inches, Pat squirmed and mmmfed. Jo continued to push, enjoying her power. Four inches and then five, and it was embedded in her to the wider flange. At the base Jo turned a dial and the vibrator started to hum. Pat groaned and rolled her head but Jo just zipped up her suit and then the bag.

The vibrator was embedded in her for as long as Jo wished it to be. In her rubber cocoon Pat was already almost bursting, two hours of this and she would be a wreck. Jo placed a comforting hand on her head and said.

“Have fun Pat, I'll be back in a while. But first, my husband and I have some talking to do.” She left Pat on the bed – plugged, gagged, masked and bagged, and then began the release the straps holding Tom. She released his arms first and expertly cuffed them together, then released the other straps. Tom, still drooling from the gag in his mouth, and still a little in shock at seeing his wife covered in slick black latex, was strangely excited. Jo had taken to the “scene” like a duck to water and he knew that she did nothing by half measures. So he would be punished for his indiscretions – severely. She helped him stand, he was a bit groggy, and led him from the room and up to the living room. She unceremoniously pushed him into an armchair – God, his buttocks and thighs hurt. She sat in front of him and leaned over, staring at him.

“Now listen closely, dear husband of mine. I'll only say this once; you answer my questions, every one, honestly; no whingeing, no embarrassment and no lying. Just tell me the truth, that's all.” She withdrew the gag from his mouth pulling it past the tight lips of the rubber mask. He groaned as he swallowed and exercised his chin. Then surprisingly she replaced his blindfold! Tom nervously licked his lips, which pleased her. She needed him to understand her position, she was not to be fooled with any longer. Maybe he had surmised that, after his beating! She sat in front of him, pleased with his discomfort; his arms manacled behind him and his confusion about whether he should cross his legs demurely or show off his frilly panties, a difficult choice as he would lose both ways.

“I've already interrogated Pat so you had better get your story straight or you will be in bigger trouble. She was the instigator; they were her clothes or rather her late husband's.”

He nodded nervously.”

“So how did you get hooked?” He smiled a little nervously again and stuttered.

“Well, where to begin.” His voice was muffled by the tight female mask, it was odd hearing his voice come from a beautiful female face. “I've always liked bondage, the restraint, the power transfer; but I've really only ever wanted the submissive role. I've always felt you would laugh at this so I just…suppressed it, simple as that. I fantasised about being tied down by you and paddled. But the reality today was rather more than I could handle. You were very good at hurting me, you seemed to enjoy it.”

“I did, I really did, because you had hurt me, by not trusting me. Obviously you think I'm some sort of prude, so you get your kicks elsewhere. Well, I'm not and you are going to find that out, both of you. You wanted the best of both worlds, me and a bit of rubber fetish on the side.”

“True, I did, this is something I can't control, I'm addicted and I can't be satisfied with what you call normal sex.” Jo looked at him in horror.

“Who are you to say what is normal, and who are you to say what I like and what I don't. You never even gave me a chance. We had a bit of bondage, which I may add I liked, but you didn't take it any further. What am I to do, read your mind?”

“No, I'm sorry, but I thought you would reject the whole idea, better not to have brought it up. I realise that what I did was worse.”

“You'd better believe it, and you will pay for it, I can tell you. And women's clothes, what the deal?”

“Not normal women's clothes, I've never done that, but rubber clothes – corsets, stockings, gloves, heels. I don't know why but I do enjoy it, yes. It's just dress up playing but I thought you wouldn't get into it.”

“Again, you never gave me a chance, did you? So you'll pay for it over the weekend. You will be my rubber sex slave, my rubber dolly. I can't wait to put you two through the ropes, you have some interesting clothes here.”

“Well I'm hardly in a position to complain, so do your worst. But I have to tell you that I still do love you.”

“You show it in a funny way. No, Tom, our relationship of old is dead; if we are to have a relationship in future then it will be different. I don't know yet, we'll see what transpires in the next two days. But the old husband and loving wife scene is over. How's your arse by the way.”

“Hurts like hell.” He said, looking for some sympathy perhaps.

“Good, you'll get more of that soon. It's no good punishing someone who likes it, unless you make it really unpleasant. I have to go the extra yard here.”

“Yeah I understand that. Well, get on with it, when will you make your decision? I don't want to be kept in limbo forever.”

“Don't worry about that, by the end of the weekend you'll know where you and I, and Pat stand. But rest assured it won't be like the old days, you're in for a lifestyle change.” She took the ball gag in her gloved hand and commanded.

“Open up, I'm tired after a very stressful day and I've heard enough, from both of you. I'm ready for bed, and I'll get you ready downstairs. We won't be sleeping together for now, and I can't trust you with Pat, so you sleep downstairs and Pat and me up here. She'll be suitably tied up of course. Open up!” The pretty female face moved slightly and the red lips opened and she took pleasure in stuffing the gag behind the mask and into his protesting mouth. She pulled the straps tight and he mmmffed but she ignored him and taking his blindfold off she led him back downstairs.

Chapter Six

The sleek black cocoon that was Pat lay on the bed, a faint moaning coming from her gagged mouth as her helmeted head rolled slowly from side to side. Jo smiled at her predicament and led Tom to the overhead bar, lowered it behind him, attached each wrist separately at each end and winched it high. He gurgled into his gag as he was bent over, his short skirt riding up and exposing his panties and stocking tops and his scarred thighs.

“Maybe I should give you another thrashing. Perhaps I'll save it for tomorrow.” She took pleasure in the power she now had over these two defenceless adults. I short order she had removed his boots and stockings, wet with sweat from his firm legs. Then the corselet and bra came off and, releasing one arm at a time she removed his gloves and pulled the dress off his arms, replacing the cuffs. He was glad he was masked for he felt a bit of a fool like this, but amazingly when she pulled his garter belt and panties down he had a large erection.

“We'll have to take care of that.” She said and remembered a pair of panties she had seen on one of the videos. They were a pair of white rubber panties with a bulbous fake vulva at the front and a dildo in the rear, perfect she thought. After a bit of rummaging she found them and showed them to him as he was bent over. He groaned through the gag.

“Pretty girl like you must have a pretty pussy too, don't you think? She pulled them up his thighs and, without lubricant, methodically eased the dildo up his rear. Bent over and tottering on his feet, supported only by his hands high behind his back he could do nothing as the hard rubber pressed into him. Lying in her cocoon, the vibrator still humming inside her, Pat could hardly believe her eyes as Tom was impaled by his wife. Jo pulled the sides of the panties up, smiled and slapped him noisily on his rear.

Now she moved to Pat, and pulled her up to the standing position. Pat was groggy from the orgasms the vibrator had induced; and she was a little dizzy in the tight inflatable helmet. Air rasped as she breathed out of the inflatable gag. Jo slowly pulled down on the bag's zip, then went behind and as Pat's arms were released from the sleeves of the bag, gripped both of her wrists and cuffed her quickly. Pat had to admire the slick way this was done; it gave her not a second's opportunity for escape. Jo, she thought ruefully, was fast becoming an expert at this. Pat stepped out of the bag and Jo placed it at Tom's feet, gripping both sides.

“Here Tom, Pat has kept your sleeping bag nicely warm for you for the night.” She pulled it up to his waist and draped it over his back, then very smoothly released one cuff and rammed his arm down the sleeve. As he was still bent over he could offer little resistance as Jo repeated the move with the other arm. Before he could wriggle free Jo quickly pulled up the front zip to his chin. Like Pat before him, he was now utterly powerless in his wife's hands, to be released only when she chose.

“There, snug as a bug, now hop over to the bed, that's where you will sleep tonight, on your own.” Pat glanced at Jo through the lenses of her helmet.

“Pat's coming upstairs with me!” Tom lay back on the rubber sheets and pillows, imprisoned in the body bag, gurgling through his gag. He hoped she would remove it for the night.

Pat stood like a silent ebony statue; mute in her full body catsuit with corset and steel belt round her waist. She was going nowhere fast. Round her ankles and behind her back she was thoroughly cuffed, round her throat under the inflatable helmet was the steel collar and of course humming away inside her pussy was the five inch vibrator. Jo pulled her over to the bar and leaned her over, attached her wrists and raised the bar a foot or so. Pat was now staring at the floor, her rubber covered rear sticking out, inviting all kinds of punishment.

“Just to stop you wandering off while I shower and get ready for bed.” Pat thought she was just doing this for the fun of it, for she was very unlikely to get anywhere in the rig she was wearing. Sensuously, Jo undid the waspie corset and breathed a sigh as she removed it, although she had taken pleasure in its firm grip. She removed her boots and then slowly unzipped the catsuit. In the feet there was at least half a glass of sweat; her body glowed and she showed no embarrassment in being naked in front of them as they both watched her. Pat had difficulty in this as she was bent over, but what she saw did impress her. She really was beautiful and in the rubber quite stunning. Let me get at that! She thought lasciviously. And the vibrator continued to hum inside her.

When Jo returned after ten minutes she found Tom behind Pat, rubbing his rubber covered groin against her rear.

“And I thought I could trust you.” She pushed Tom back to the bed and thrust him down onto it. She rolled him over and gave him ten very hard whacks with the paddle. Even with the bag and his panties on, he screamed into his gag. Then holding onto Pat's inflatable helmet she paddled Pat ten times too, accompanied by a loud mmmmfffing from the helmet.

“I can't believe it, you're like two rabbits. I'm going to have to change my plans a bit. Don't you learn? I'm in charge now.” Feeling more malicious she leant over pat and pulled in the laces of her corset. Pat squeaked through her gag but Jo pulled harder and tied them off after pulling in another inch. Then she ratcheted in the steel belt another inch. Now Jo felt a bit better!

She was now getting used to the firm, warm grip of the rubber and she would dress in rubber for the night. This feeling surprised her, but then so had so many feelings during the day. Basically she realised she had thoroughly enjoyed herself punishing her husband and her friend. She was not feeling down any more, she was going to make the best of it.

From the closet she pulled out a strange looking costume, which intrigued her. In skin-coloured almost transparent latex, it was a long sleeved, high necked leotard. But what interested her was the crotch, which was similar to the panties that Tom now wore. There was an open gap at the crotch but either side were exaggerated rubber labial lips between the lips there was a gap to pee through, or insert things! The rest was straightforward, breast cups with holes for her nipples, a two inch circle opposite her bum hole but with a latex covering attached to four stud fastenings – easy to remove or insert other things, she thought!

She chuckled and though this was quite fun, then stepped into it slowly pulling the cool rubber up her thighs and over her arse. She then slipped her arms into the tight sleeves; it was so tight she couldn't pull up the back zip. She slapped Pat's raised rear, all shiny and firm in the black latex and leant towards her raised wrists.

“Do something useful Pat, and grip the zip and hold on.” Pat fumbled behind her and gripped the zip in her cuffed hands. Slowly Jo squatted down, drawing the zip up to her neck. Now she was nice and snug and it felt really good. Pat released the zip and Jo patted her firm, shiny cheeks. The enlarged lips were really quite bizarre, firm yet flexible and she could feel her own lips underneath, rubbing against them. From a short distance she looked like a naked, aroused woman with an enlarged shaven labia. Quite a sight, her rosy nipples were exposed through the holes in the breast cups. She noticed with a sly smile that they were erect. She felt very horny, was it all the domination that she had experienced over Tom and Pat, or was it the rubber and the strange sensations it was sending through her body?

She released Pat from the bar and she straightened slowly, wheezing through her gag.

“You're sleeping with me tonight, Pat, I don't trust you with Tom.” She leant over Tom and released his ball gag and he groaned. Jo looked down at the pretty female face staring up at her, and gently pecked the rubber cheek.

“Sweet dreams Tom; gather your energy for tomorrow, you will need it.” She pushed Pat out of the room, turning off the lights and closing the door, leaving poor Tom in his rubber cocoon, contemplating his future.

Chapter Seven

She pushed Pat upstairs and into her bedroom.

“Lie down.” She ordered and Pat lay on the bed; Jo looped a five feet chain round the headboard and clipped it to the ring on the front of Pat's steel collar.

“I've hidden the key so don't get any ideas. Now I'll remove the vibrator, you must be pretty wet down there.” Pat nodded vigorously as Jo unzipped her crotch and slowly remover the vibrator, which was still humming and was covered with Pat's juices. Pat groaned with relief and Jo wiped her with a towel. Jo smiled.

“Pretty wet down there, you must have had quite a time.” Pat nodded as Jo zipped her up.

“Now I'm going to release your wrists and ankles, you're not going anywhere and I don't want you to have any circulation problems. She did so and Pat rubbed her hands over the steel covered wrists. She grunted a thank you and pointed to her helmet, mmmffing a question.

“Oh, all right, better that you not suffocate, I suppose.” She said dryly and slowly deflated the helmet and then the gag. Pat pulled it off slowly; her hair was damp and matted to her skull. She moved her chin around and took in a large gulp of air.

“Here, dry your face, you have sweat and saliva all over it, and yes, you may talk, but be careful what you say.”

“Thanks, that was quite a ride that vibrator gave me….and the paddling, I'll have bruises for days.” She didn't seem to hold a grudge, quite the opposite, almost crediting Jo with a job well done. She looked at Jo, with a sly smile.

“By the way, you look fabulous in that leotard, just edible.”

“Really? Well thanks, but don't overdo the flattery, I've got two more days to get my revenge.”

“Seems fair.” Pat said, wryly considering the consequences of her behaviour.

“Time for sleep, and no silly games from you, you will need all your resources for tomorrow.” Pat thought, what did she mean by that? Does she expect me to make a lunge? Well, that's a thought.

In the dark, and now warm under the sheets, Pat began a plan of action. Maybe Jo was still a little naïve, although she had done some serious catching up over the last few hours! Still, she'd be happy to educate her.

Pat lay in the dim light, wonderfully warm and damp in her suit, and well relaxed after being pleasured by the vibrator so many times. She listened to Jo's measured breathing; Pat thought she looked so good in her transparent leotard and the accentuated pussy lips. Pat had worn it and found it highly arousing. She still felt so horny, and glanced across at the sleeping figure of Jo, lying to her left. Well, in for a penny, Pat thought. I'm going to be punished anyway, why not have some fun on the way.

She slipped her arm under Jo's sleeping form, her left hand firmly gripped Jo's left wrist and she gently pulled Jo's left arm under Jo's body. Jo mumbled but stayed asleep. Pat now eased herself to Jo's right side and snuggled her rubber masked face up to Jo's. Jo's right arm was now trapped under the right side of her body and her left arm was pulled behind and under her, and held firmly by Pat. Jo woke.

“What the….”

“Shush, Jo. Look, you're going to give me a good beating, and more, tomorrow, so I thought, well, does it make any difference what I do now? No, so I thought we could have some fun.”

“Let me go, God, you're going to be in for it tomorrow.” And she realised Pat was right, if she was going to give her hell in the next two days, then Pat had nothing to lose! But she continued to wriggle, bemoaning the fact that she didn't keep Pat tied up properly.

Pat ignored her protests, and kissed her on the cheek, Jo tried to wriggle away but Pat held firmly onto her wrist and Pat's weight on Jo's right side meant she could only move her left leg. Then Pat laid her right leg over her and firmly placed her thigh between Jo's legs and rubbed the false rubber pussy lips. Pat continued to kiss Jo, on the lips, on her ear and on her neck, jo tried to turn her head away.

“No, I'm not a lesbian…and neither are you, so what the hell are you doing?”

Pat giggled in the dark and nibbled Jo's ear.

“Just a little fun, no guilt, remember?” She breathed in Jo's aroma, sweat and rubber.

“Just relax, close your eyes and relax, let me do what I do best.” She whispered in Jo's ear.

“No, I'm not a lesbian, but so what; can't we just have some pleasure here? Well, I'm going to anyway, just feel free to join in when you are ready.” She giggled and massaged Jo's breast with her right hand, which was free to do with as he wished! She rubbed her thigh against Jo's pussy and rolled her exposed nipple between her gloved finger and thumb. Jo mumbled, no, no, but it was now a whisper, she tried to avert her face from Pat's attentions but Pat moved on top of her more.

Pat now kissed her nipple and rolled it between her teeth, then moved her hand to Jo's crotch and slid a finger between the fake lips and up and down Jo's labia. She continued for a minute or so, moving from one zone to the other, and now there was no resistance from Jo. She began to say, no, but her mouth opened and she responded with a gentle kiss on Pat's rubber cheek and then her forehead and then her lips. Pat continued to hold her left wrist in a firm grip but the squirming from Jo was not through resistance but arousal.

Pat stroked her cheek and kissed her eyelids gently and then moved her hand down to her rubber encased crotch again, this time easing two and then three fingers past the narrow entrance. Jo no longer tried to squeeze her thighs together, but Pat was pleased to feel her legs part.

“No, no, no, fu, fu, jeez.” Panted Jo as Pat licked her left nipple, gently rolling it between her teeth, while her gloved finger and thumb pressed and rubbed her clit.

“God, you'll pay for this, aaahhhh.” Passion and guilt were now mixed as one, as Jo groaned under Pat's teasing. And passion was going to win. After another five minutes of Pat's expert assault, Jo began to shudder, and with a series of grunts and pants yielded to her. Pat held her for a minute and then kissed her gently.

“There now, that wasn't too bad was it?” She chuckled and released Jo's wrist. Jo was now on her back, breathing hard and with her arms outstretched. Pat could make her outline in the dim light. This gave Pat another idea! In a flash Pat was sitting on her chest, her knees firmly holding down Jo's arms. Again Jo couldn't move, only her legs twisted but to no avail. Jo stared up at Pat's rubber covered crotch, only inches from her face.

Jo found this submissive, powerless position quite uncomfortable, she much preferred thrashing Pat, but she couldn't move. Pat stared down at her, her eyes gleaming at her behind the tight black mask, white teeth smiling. She leaned over to the bedside table and withdrew a contraption of straps in reinforced black rubber. Calmly she showed it to Jo.

“I satisfied you Jo, it's only fair that you should give me some pleasure, don't you think, now open your mouth.” Jo shook her head, keeping her mouth closed but Pat just pinched her nostrils and waited, smiling coolly. Jo relented.

“No, no way, argghh arrggg mmmfff.” Pat, in a nonchalant and practiced move, stuffed a thick rubber plug into Jo's mouth. Jo grunted and twisted but the plug had a ridge at the base and Pat pushed on unerringly until Jo's teeth slotted into the ridge. Jo thought she would gag on the thick pungent rubber as Pat expertly slipped the rubber straps either side of her nose and over her head, pulling them tight like a gas mask strap. The gag was now well embedded in Jo's protesting mouth, with a thick curved base plate covering her from her nose to under her chin. She tried to breathe slowly through her nose, her mouth was so plugged. And in the dim light she stared down at the gag, and saw sticking out from the plate a thick five inch black rubber dildo. Pat looked down at her, very satisfied with herself.

“There we are, nicely mute, rubbered up, nipples nice and firm, pussy nice and wet, well gagged and all ready to satisfy me.” Pat moved her hand to her crotch and lowered the zip. Jo mmmffed into the gag and shook her head, the dildo flapping obscenely, as she saw Pat's vulva peek out from behind the zipper. Pat was already very wet from the attentions of the vibrator.

She rose on her knees, still trapping Jo's arms. She firmly gripped the dildo, stopping Jo's shaking head and with a low moan aimed it at her pussy, then slowly began to sink down on it. All Jo could see was the black rubber covered body descending on her face, the wet shaved pussy eagerly eating the dildo. She couldn't believe this, Pat was the one chained to the bed by her collar and chain, yet she was the prisoner – she was powerless as Pat began to head fuck her. Jo smelt Pat's sweet juices and the warm rubber as Pat sank onto her face. She groaned and mmmffed and thought she would suffocate or even drown in the warm wetness of Pat's crotch but then she raised herself.

“Here Jo,” she chuckled, “you have to do some work here!” she cradled Jo's head between her hands and then raised and lowered it, rhythmically pushing and pulling the dildo in and out of her. Jo could do nothing as she became nothing less than an extension of a dildo! She tried to relax as Pat abused her, breathing in slowly Pat's aroma mixed with rubber, and gripping the plug gag firmly with her teeth.

Pat's juices now smeared the lower part of her face, she groaned quietly as Pat, now in another world came, at least three times before resting on the rubber penis. Jo groaned into the gag, almost suffocating, as Pat stared down at her, gently placed her gloved hand on her forehead and raised herself from the plug.

“Thank you, that was great.” She unstrapped the dildo from Jo's head, withdrawing the plug from her mouth, saliva dripping from it. Jo was about to give her an earful, when Pat, with a smile, said.

“Your turn.” And she pushed the dripping gag into her mouth, pulling the straps firmly behind her head. She rolled of Jo and lying on her back looked at her through her mask. Part of Jo wanted to thrash this woman red raw, but then she could do that later. The sight of Pat's shiny black body, corseted and masked and with the shiny wet dildo sticking up was strangely inviting. Only Pat's eyes were visible, well her wet pussy as well; she mmmfffed and pointed to the dildo, nodding.

Jo couldn't believe it, just who was the boss here? But something inside her said, well, why not? She nodded back at Pat, who laid her arms out to her sides. Jo stepped over Pat and pinioned her arms with her calves. Now this is the scene she preferred! She looked back at Pat's submissive form, in tight black suit, corset and metal collar, cuffs and belt. Pat's eyes sparkled in anticipation, and the dildo still glistened with Pat's own juices.

Jo tentatively stretched the rubber lips of her suit sideways and found her own lips. She lowered herself until the dildo pressed onto her lips, and then sank very slowly, exhaling in spurts as it entered her. It was larger than tom was, and she took pleasure at the unfamiliar length and girth. She sank onto Pat's face and, as Pat had done before, raised and lowered herself in a steady rhythm. Pat seemed to take pleasure in this too, and mmmed into the gag, her eyes staring up at Jo.

Jo pinched her nipples, hard now, and was surprised at her own capacity for pain mixed with pleasure. She leant back and pressed her fingers into Pat's vulva and rubbed her clit. Pat moaned with pleasure. After only about three minutes of this Jo came, shaking and shuddering and Pat laughed into her gag.

Jo rather resented this, thinking Pat believed herself in control, and Jo suddenly had an idea. She didn't know whether she would relish but it was worth a try and over the last few hours she had surprised herself with her boldness and how much she was delighting in this exposure to new experiences. She smiled wickedly as she raised herself from the wet dildo, and with her right hand undid the studs of the rubber covering over her anal passage. Then she moved forward a couple of inches, making sure that Pat was still well pinioned, and felt the glistening intruder at her sphincter. Pat could see what was going on and was not quite so compliant, and she began to wriggle but Jo held her shoulders immobile while her lower body and legs squirmed uselessly.

Jo steadily lowered herself onto the dildo, her own juices providing ample lubrication. Despite its size, to Jo's surprise it slid in without much resistance. Jo felt a huge sense of fullness, but she quite liked the sensation. She lowered herself to the hilt, with a final exhalation of air. Then looking down at Pat's alarmed eyes she parted the rubber lips of the leotard and engulfed Pat's nasal area!

Pat began to struggle, which pleased Jo all the more. Clearly Pat could not breathe - her mouth was squashed by Jo's arse and her nose by the rubber pussy lips and Jo's own pussy behind. Pat couldn't believe it, her gagged mouth resting between Jo's cheeks and her nose assaulted by the aroma of the rubber lips and Jo's own juices. She was suffocating, she stared in alarm up at Jo and moaned. Jo looked down with a benign expression and stroked Pat's head.

She waited twenty seconds and then raised herself allowing Pat air, or at least air heavily tainted with rubber and her own aroma. Then she lowered herself for twenty more seconds. This went on for five minutes as Jo got used to the large intruder in her back passage and Pat got used to breathing in the heady smells around her face. Finally Jo looked down and said.

“Had enough, mmm? Blink twice for yes.” Pat blinked twice immediately and Jo giggled as she raised herself up. Pat, her mask covered in Jo's secretions, made to move the dildo gag, but Jo commanded.

“Leave that on. Don't mess with me now Pat, you've seen what I'm capable of, anyway I may need to use you again during the night.” She replaced the rubber covering over her rear, pushing in the four studs.

“Well thank you Pat, I liked that, and you've given me so many ideas for tomorrow.” She ran her tongue over her lips, leant over Pat and pecked her gently on the forehead, as Pat groaned in her gag. Then she turned over and without a word went to sleep.

Pat lay awake awhile, chomping on the gag. She was practiced at having a gag in her mouth and although perhaps she should have been, she was not concerned in having it in for an extended period of time. She wondered what was in store for her tomorrow. She was now perhaps a little worried, Jo was becoming a really tough domina, but then part of her was also quite excited at the idea.

She rolled onto her side and could feel Jo's warm body next to hers. She moved quietly towards her, making spoons with their bodies. She slipped her arm under Jo's elbow and placed it over her breast, then rolled Jo's exposed nipple between her finger and thumb. Jo, in semi slumber, moaned and Pat was not sure if Jo who knew her company was for then she turned over and faced her in the darkness. Pat in turn rolled onto her back; the cock gag sticking out of her mouth was really in the way for full frontal action. This allowed Jo to snuggle her head in the crook of Pat's neck and move her hand to pat's exposed vulva which she then rubbed affectionately. Pat did not know if Jo was half asleep and these was some sort of unconscious effort or whether she knew exactly what she was doing! Pat didn't really dare for she took Jo in her arms, one around her head and shoulders and the other resting on her buttocks and drifted off to a dreamless sleep, Jo like a child, unmoving in her arms.

Chapter Eight

Pat awoke after, oddly, a deep sleep, hardly interrupted by the gag, and the big dildo sticking out of it. Jo was standing over her, looking down.

“Rise and shine, Pat. We have a big day ahead of us.” Pat blinked and pointed at her gag, mewing, her mask was a mess and all the juices and secretions had now dried, but Jo shook her head. Pat noticed she said nothing about Pat's advances in the night.

“No, not yet, you can keep that on for a while longer.” Pat pouted but now knew better than to argue; then she examined Jo and really appreciated what she saw. She had already removed the leotard and changed into a new costume, and what a costume! She was dressed as the classic fetish schoolgirl. She wore black slingback shoes with high heels; brilliant white full length latex stockings, with suspenders; a short, black flared skirt which didn't even cover her stocking tops; tight – very tight white latex panties accentuating her mons and cradling her buttocks; and a loose white long sleeved latex blouse with a red tie, tied very properly. The sleeves covered black latex gloves, probably to the shoulder and the bra she wore underneath her blouse pushed her breasts out provocatively. A wide red latex belt clinched her waist. Her make-up was superb, her hair pulled back in a pony tail, her lips ruby red and her eyebrows pronounced. Pat almost swooned and Jo could see in Pat's eyes her reaction. Jo knew the power she had over Pat.

“So you like what you see?” She twirled before her, the flared skirt rising and showing off her tight panties and stocking tops. Jo knew exactly what she was doing! Pat nodded her head vigorously.

“But down to business, down on your knees, slave.” She commanded and dumped a pile of rubber on the bed. Poor Pat felt very sorry for herself; kneeling on all fours on the bed, she felt very vulnerable and silly, and with a big black sticky dildo sticking out of her mouth. Jo now released her crotch zip from belly button to the small of her back and now she felt really exposed. She looked at the bundle of rubber on the bed beside her and groaned. It was a doggy suit! She'd only worn it once and it was a tight fir when she was naked in it but with a catsuit and corset underneath, it would feel like a vice. She felt Jo settle behind her.

“Okay, doggy, or rather bitch,” she chuckled, “raise your rear right leg and bend it.” Pat did so; she was still chained by her collar to the bed, so she was going nowhere. Jo slid the tight legging with the reinforced rubber kneecap over her leg and pulled hard upwards, almost lifting Pat off the bed, Pat grunted as Jo pushed the sole of her foot into the tight tube. Once in, her leg was doubled over as if in a vice and her foot was trapped against her buttock. Jo then tapped her left leg and Pat, like an obedient dog, raised it and Jo repeated the action, stuffing it into the tight legging. Shortly her knee was snug against the pad and her foot tight against her rump. To the onlooker one would hardly know that she had any lower limbs as they were compressed so hard against her thighs and buttocks as to be almost undetectable.

Grabbing both sides of the suit Jo pulled it over Pat's hips and up to her waist. Opposite Pat's exposed vulva were a pair of large rubber lips, just like Jo had worn the night before – easy for access by a third party. Pat had Tom originally in mind but no doubt Jo had someone else in mind, Pat thought.

Her arse was exposed by a two inch diameter hole with four stud fastenings surrounding it. She knew what was going to be going in there, all right. She had after all bought this costume, but with Jo as mistress somehow it took on a whole new meaning. Jo came round to Pat's side still kneeling on the bed, then roughly bent Pat's left arm until her palm rested on her shoulder then with a grimace pulled the sleeve over the elbow. Pat grunted and pleaded with her eyes but she knew that was pointless and quickly her arm was held in a firm grip of rubber. Pat felt like a dumb store mannequin as Jo manhandled her other arm into the sleeve.

Before zipping her in, to add insult to injury she released the laces of the corset – and then spent a couple of minutes pulling them tighter! She'd been in it for over twelve hours now and Jo was able to find another half inch to pull in. Pat thought she was being split in two but resigned herself to this; Jo was clearly on a mission now. Pat could hardly breathe through her nose, saliva trickling from the end of the dildo gag and onto the bed. Jo now released the chain from the steel collar and with difficulty pulled up the back zip to Pat's neck. She sat back on her haunches, admiring her work.

“Excellent, my little bitch, wonderfully trussed. But where is the bitch's tail? Oh yes, here it is.” She picked up a thick rubber butt plug, three inches long with a narrower end. It had a wide base plate with studs, and a white spongy tail, just like a poodles! Pat grunted a loud no, as she looked back, her rear tunnel exposed and ready to be plugged. With a smile, Jo licked the butt plug, putting on plenty of saliva, then kneeling at Pat's side and gripping her hips firmly, she slowly twisted and pushed the plug up Pat's rear passage. Pat's squealed and wriggled but in no time it was up to the wider flange as her sphincter gripped the narrower end. Then Jo studiously pushed in the press studs. Pat was now impaled on her own doggy tail. She tried to exercise her anal muscles to “frump” it out but all that did was wag the tail in an exaggerated way, which made Jo laugh out aloud.

For a moment Pat had hoped that Jo had forgotten the helmet, but no, glancing back she saw it on the bed. Oh why had she co-operated in this crazy design with Tom? She'd thought it funny at the time, but she had not worn it yet. She thought Tom looked quite funny in it, and she enjoyed being the dominant bitch pulling him around on a leash – and now she was to be a different kind of bitch, on the end of the leash! Tom had worn the helmet for only a short time and pronounced it uncomfortable, a good idea on paper but almost torture to wear. It was tough to breathe and take in food, for she had forced him to eat some chocolate mouse out of a dog bowl. Well, now she was about to find out.

“What imaginations you two have.” Jo said sarcastically, as she opened the helmet in front of Pat's face. She quickly removed Pat's dildo gag and Pat took a large lungful of air, spittle dripping onto the bed.

“No, no Jo, please,” she implored, “I don't like this mask at all, I'll suffocate or gag, plea….uggghh, ggrrgg. Please Jo, please.” Jo pushed Pat's resisting head into the helmet. Like a very unhappy dog, she shook her head violently, trying to shake it off. Jo laughed, having fun now, and straddled Pat's body, as if trying to ride her, her legs wrapped around her torso. Pat almost collapsed under her weight but Jo now had both hands on the mask and was zipping it slowly down from the crown. As she did so, Pat's cries became fainter and less intelligible.

“No…mo…peaf….nnnkk…mmmmmm.” Then there was just laboured, rasping breathing, as Pat shook her head as if trying to toss it off, yet of course she knew this was pointless.

“Phew, that's better, quite the tiger you are! I can see why you don't like it at all. A really nasty design, better on paper than on your head.” She chuckled as she patted Pat's head like an affectionate owner. Pat shook her head from side to side and gave out a cross between a grunt and a wail. It was the only sound se was able to make now. Jo got off the bed and stared at the strange apparition, on all fours on the bed and no longer moving.

The skin was taut, shiny and black; forearms and lower limbs were undetectable; firm breasts were held in exaggerated cradles; the tail, round and white wagged provocatively; and there were the bulbous pussy lips that were just screaming to be breached. And then there was the head.

Yes, the head, it was a cross between a gas mask and the head of a boxer dog. Two perky, boxer ears in moulded rubber were on either side in moulded rubber and the eyes were two small tinted lenses. Jo leant over and saw Pat's eyes behind, looking wide and alarmed. The nose was a small snub and she even breathed like a boxer, in a laboured way. The mouth was a strange rubbery grimace. Pat could open and close it, but the rubber mouthpiece, like a snorkel, extended well into her mouth and pushed out her cheeks, making it impossible to make any human sounds, just woof-like grunts or wails. She could move her tongue around inside her mouth and swallow but her cheeks felt as if they were full of rubber wadding.

Whether she could eat or drink – like a dog – remained to be seen, Tom had managed to get some mousse inside him, but did not enjoy the experience at all. She did not know why she designed this! What a fool she felt – her ass plugged, her arms and legs folded out of sight and useless and her pussy just waiting to be forcibly entered!

Jo placed a thick rubber collar 5 inches wide around her neck, which at least would give her some support as her torso would be horizontal all day. She slipped a lead through the ring at the back of the collar and pulled on it. With a groan, Pat backed off the bed, very clumsily and rolled onto the floor. Jo pulled on the lead again and bent down to speak.

“Well, bitch, you'll be my doggy all day today, an obedient one, or else. I'm your mistress and you won't forget it. Come on, you can watch as I make Tom your doggy partner.' She pulled on the lead and Pat, like an obedient dog followed her mistress, slowly moving along on her padded limbs. Jo lead her down the stairs slowly, and despite her ridiculous predicament, Pat looked ahead of her at Jo, in her saucy schoolgirls uniform of latex stockings, mini skirt and tight blouse and a hot flush came over her.

Pat descended slowly, acclimatising to being only two feet off the ground. Her breathing was laboured and Jo turned round and patted her head, and then with a sinister smile moved her hand to Pat's groin and slipped it through the rubber lips to Pat's love channel. She withdrew it to a groan from Pat and looked at her glove, now glistening, and then said.

“You're incorrigible, I'm going to find it hard to really punish you, I see.” But she really didn't look as if she meant it, for she just seemed to be having such a good time! She fondled Pat's rubber ear.

“Doing okay? You'll get used to it. You'll have to, and so will Tom.” She led her doggy into the rubber room and tied her lead to the whipping bench. Because of the plug up her rectum she could only sit on her side and found it difficult getting comfortable, but not as uncomfortable as Jo was about to make Tom.

Pat noticed, and now began to appreciate, that Jo was becoming very efficient at subduing her captives. First she gagged him with a large red ball gag; she didn't want to listen to any whining from her dear husband. She unzipped the upper half of the body bag and rolled him over, straddled him and before he could react with any force had cuffed his hands behind his back. Then she pulled the bag off followed by the dildo pants.

Despite his protestations she noticed he still had a hard-on. She ignored this and ordered him onto his knees. Quickly she repeated the process she had earlier undertaken with Pat. In no time his legs were bent double and tightly encased in their thick rubber sleeves. She pulled up the gusset piece and noticed the same hole opposite his ass. His cock and balls however were held in a formed rubber penis and ball sac. At the end of the prosthesis there was a small hole, and his erection stretched the thin rubber to the limit while his balls wobbled obscenely in the thin sac.

When she released one hand from the cuffs, as if in a daze he was not quick enough to react, and as she straddled him and stuffed his arm into the sleeve. As she was not wearing a second skin he slid in easier. He gurgled into his gag but was powerless to prevent her from repeating the process with the other arm. She smoothed it out, his hands almost undetectable now and she laughed aloud as she zipped him up to his neck.

“Oh Tom, I do so like doing this, my obedient little doggy. Where's doggy's tail? Here it is!” Pat looked on in silent appreciation as Jo licked the dildo and then, more viciously than she did Pat, crammed it into Tom's rear. He shouted into his gag, and looked back but Jo inexorably pushed on, and then pressed in the studs. She cradled his balls, held firm between his “hind” legs.

“Mmmm, you're a horny doggy, and so vulnerable; now we have to match you up with your bitch over there. I understand you don't like the helmet, Pat certainly doesn't, but then you gave up having rights last night.” She gave his ball sac a flick with her finger and he yelped. He still had his hard-on, seeing his beautiful wife all dressed up as a rubber schoolgirl meant he almost shot his load. This time she pulled his shortened arms to his body and he fell forward. Retaining her straddled position she removed his gag. He still had on his female mask but she left that on. Like Pat he tried to talk.

“Look Jo, please can we talk this out, please not th…..arrggh…..grrrhh.” She lifted his head and pushed his face inside, carefully zipping down the back. Shortly there was just laboured breathing and Tom waggled his head in futility. Pat had to admit Jo had done it all very efficiently and she looked down and found herself unconsciously rubbing her elbow over her rubber pussy. She didn't even know she was doing it, so engrossed she was in seeing Tom made into a doggy so quickly. Jo slipped another 5 inch rubber collar around his neck, extending his head to a forced upright posture and then clipped a lead to it. She lifted him up to all fours and rubbed his ears, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Okay, doggy, behave now, do as you are ordered, these balls are very vulnerable to a beating so you had better be on your best behaviour. Okay?” He nodded his head frantically and grunted and Jo laughed as she led him off the bed.

The two dogs stared at each other, identical (except for Tom's cock and balls) and mute, as Jo took their leads in each hand and led them out of the rubber room. She came to the stairs and ordered them ahead of her. As they slowly ascended, she almost swooned at the sight of their rubber covered arses gripping the wiggling tails and butt plugs, Tom's cock and balls distended between his legs and Pat's enlarged rubber pussy lips fully exposed.

It was she, and she alone, that had reduced them both to this, in less than a day. And in that same time Jo had become addicted to dominance and dominating these two, particularly Tom. After a night with Pat, and the way she looked just now, she was feeling a bit of a soft spot for her. She was a minx and would have to be trained, but Jo felt she had the skills for that, and she thought Pat would learn to appreciate them. She wanted to punish them still, and gain sexual gratification – the night before with Pat had been incredible. That had clearly exposed something dormant within her and she was not about to suppress it now.

Chapter Nine

She pulled them into the kitchen and ordered them to wait, then patted both their heads. Without the cock, balls and breasts it was difficult to tell who was who. But frankly, as dogs, did it really matter? They looked up at her through their small lenses, both of them finding her extremely sexy in her outfit. As they were so low to the floor, both had a good look up her short skirt and at her tight white panties. She saw them both do this and mischievously slapped their behinds, just pushing in the tails enough to elicit a grunt from them both.

They had to eat, both had extended them selves the previous day and quickly Jo made some oatmeal, humming to herself as she moved around the unfamiliar kitchen, four silent eyes behind small tinted lenses followed her every move. She turned around a couple of times and smiled down at them, well aware of the effect she was having on them, and really taking pleasure in it.

Ladling the oatmeal into two bowls she laid them on the floor. The two doggies looked at each other in silence and then at the bowls.

“Lick the bowls clean, I want nothing left. Then she made herself a cup of tea as they squatted and slowly dipped their mouths into the oatmeal. She revelled in this power, and gently flicked their dildo tails, stuck up in the air. Pat and Tom gulped and gobbled at the food, it was tasteless but nourishing. And they were hungry after the efforts of the day before. The helmets and the mouthpieces made it difficult to eat and particularly to swallow. The rubber in their cheeks and around their teeth meant they ate slowly and messily. Finally, pushing their tongues through the bulbous rubber lips they licked the bowls clean, chasing them into the corner, squatting over them, arses in the air and tails wiggling with their efforts. Jo seemed pleased and laid down bowls of milk, which they lapped and sucked and soon finished. With a damp rag she gripped their heads and unceremoniously wiped their rubber faces clean.

She took their leads and pulled them outside to the back garden, which thank God, thought Pat, was enclosed to prying neighbours eyes. She released their leads and patted their behinds.

“There you go, now off and do you business.” They stared at each other for a second and then waddled off into the garden. Jo sat on a deck chair and watched them slowly move around. Tom was desperate for a piss and without ceremony went to the edge of the lawn and pissed a great stream out of the end of his rubber prosthesis. He groaned with relief.

Pat took her cue and squatted with her legs wide apart, the last thing she wanted was to pee inside her suit. She stretched the suit as far as she could and peed with huge relief. She was pleased to feel it pass out onto the lawn and not into the suit. It was all very undignified and she glanced back at Jo who was having a fine time watching them and finishing her tea. God, Pat thought, she looks great in that little outfit, what I would give to get that saucy schoolgirl over my knee for a good paddling!

She felt really horny now, and they were out of Jo's sight at the end of the garden. Tom was next to her, and clearly had the same idea. He sidled close to her and nuzzled her neck and face, he would have loved to ravage those wonderful breasts but he couldn't get at them. He pushed his tongue through her rubbery lips and Pat reciprocated. They were a strange sight, their lower limbs undetected, their arses plugged and their heads encased, but behind tinted lenses eye met eye and a message passed. There was a little reluctance on Pat's behalf for her affections were slowly being transferred to Jo, but now in this suit she had a carnal hunger inside her, and she felt it was frankly Jo's fault stuffing her in it and not allowing her any release.

Damn the consequences, she thought, I need to be pleasured! She rolled onto her back, her arms sticking out rather oddly and Tom needed no script for he was on her in a flash. His rubber-covered cock appeared in front of her vision and she sucked him into her already partially rubber filled mouth, then she felt his tongue at her pussy. This had to travel a lot further, through his mask and her fake lips so he could not get very far in, but she enjoyed his lapping. She pushed him aside and rolled onto her shortened limbs and then turned her back to him. Well, they were doggies weren't they? So what would be the natural position? She spread her legs as he moved closer, exposing and widening the rubber outer lips. He climbed onto her haunches; all was done by touch although both were making quiet grunting noises now. He could see nothing, only her shiny back and head. He pressed forward with his hard cock, prodding, teasing, feeling, and then finally with a grunt thrusting, and slipping between her rubber lips and into her wet nest. He had never been there before and frankly he was not that comfortable but he felt that after what Jo had done to them both now, well, all bets were off! He groaned with pleasure as he sank into her, gripping her with his short arms and leaning over her back.

She also had mixed feelings, she was now very hot for Jo, and did not want this to screw it up but just look what was happening here. Jo was now the boss, that was for sure, and what pleasure these two could get in the next while they should take, as she thought before damn the consequences. Doing this with Tom now did not change her very strong feelings for Jo in any way. This was seriously pervy sex which she loved, but what she was beginning to feel for Jo was maybe more. She only hoped that Jo had similar thoughts for her. She would no doubt find out shortly!

Now firmly embedded, he thrust fast, in and out, making the beast with two backs. With each thrust inwards his groin also thumped on her tail, and she could feel it push further into her. They grunted away, unaware and now uncaring of where Jo might be. He came in a torrent, without guilt, just an animal, and he could hear her come too shuddering under him. They separated, their laboured breathing a strange sound coming out of their bizarre masks.

They slowly waddled across the lawn to Jo, resplendent in her schoolgirl's uniform and unaware of what had happened. Much as Pat had loved the animal rutting, when she saw Jo she did have a small pang of guilt, she looked so edible like that! Well, if Jo wanted to severely punish her, then Pat would be really quite pleased to satisfy her. They approached her, powerless pets, her legs were spread and they both got a good look at her stocking tops and taut white panties. They sat on their sides, as best they could, either side of her, she tweaked their ears and then with a cruel smile her breasts and his cock. She relished this power so much now.

This went on for a while, Jo taking pleasure having the two of them at her feet. She sneaked a hand under her short skirt and ran it along her outer lips, clearly defined through the panties, and lay back on the chair. Eventually she seemed to bore of this reverie, she needed more action! She stood up.

“I've got and idea!” Pat and Tom stared mutely at each other, what now, they thought, for they now knew she had a very fertile and cruel imagination. She raised Pat's chin and looked into her dark lenses.

“We'll have a game, a game with a victor and a vanquished. To the winner there is a reward and to the loser a punishment. I haven't decided on the reward or punishment yet, but the game is a devious one!”

Jo disappeared into the house, Tom and Pat stared at each other and waited, what were they to do? Run away dressed like this, well that would get the neighbours talking!

Jo reappeared quickly with a double dildo and attached straps in her hand. It was a peculiar, sight, this adult schoolgirl, all innocence and purity, carrying this weapon. Pat grunted, knowing that it could be only for her. Secretly though, she could feel her heart speed up, she knew she was more excited than fearful.

“Come here, arses in the air. We're going to see who can bum fuck the other first! So I'll pull out your tails, like so.” Slowly she eased the two butt plugs out of them, to the relieved groans from them both.

“Now in order to make it fair of course dear Pat here, my favourite bitch, has to have a nice big rubber cock. Bend over Pat, arse in the air, good, now you know what is coming.” Jo bent over Pat, exposing her rear, and slid the rubber cock between her enlarged rubber pussy lips. It slid in very easily, helped no doubt by Tom's cum, but Jo did not comment on this as she wrapped the straps around Pat's groin. The strap separated below her rear passage so Pat, like Tom, was well exposed.

“Perfect, two big rubber cocks, and two nicely inviting bum holes, now the rules are very simple my dear doggies; whoever sticks their cock in the others rear first is the winner. This is no holds barred stuff.”

Pat peered down, as best she could with the wide collar on, beyond her pointed rubber breasts she saw a rampant rubber cock sticking out of her. This was a game she was pretty sure she didn't want to play, because Tom would probably win. But she didn't want to lose, not because of the cock up her arse, she wanted to please Jo. She wanted the reward and not the punishment, although she still had a pang of guilt over fucking Tom, and part of her felt she should admit to it and take her punishment.

“No secret pacts now, play to win, doggies.” Jo chuckled and Pat and Tom separately decided that they would. They wanted to be the victor, which sounded a lot more fun than the vanquished, knowing Jo!

Tom was slightly bigger, not by much, and stronger, but Pat was very athletic, quicker and like most women a lot more flexible and agile. It was a bizarre vignette, as both circled and parried. Pat saw through Tom's tinted lenses that he too was intent on victory. No pact, no pity, no sympathy, and she would play it likewise. Jo was smart; she was dividing, and conquering. Barely a half hour before, they were screwing like dogs, and now they were fighting and wrestling – and for what honour? Put simply, they weren't prepared to lose.

The “dance” went on for quite a while, the only sound being the squeak of rubber on rubber, and the grunting and panting of the two animals. Jo thrilled at the scene she had created - sparring animals, cocks swinging, arms and ears flapping. After twenty minutes both were tiring, but Pat more so. She had fought valiantly but Tom's strength was beginning to take over. Pat had worn her rubber suit under the doggy suit now for nearly a whole day and she was a wash in her own sweat. A couple of times she thought she had Tom, with her arms around his body and her behind him, but he had managed to wriggle free. Now she felt quite exhausted and was almost ready to yield and get bum fucked just to end it.

Finally he had got behind her and was gripping her waist in his stubby arms, oh God, now he has me, she thought. My bum better get ready for this. In final desperation it came to her that his dick was not rubber of course, but the real thing in a thin rubber sleeve – the tenderest male appendage.

So, as he relaxed to enter her rear, clearly thinking she had at last relented (frankly he was very impressed with her fight up to now) she thrust back with her firm arse and squashed his erect organ. Tom let out a muffled shout of pain and almost doubled over.

“Bravo,” shouted Jo, “thought you were a goner there for a minute Pat, fight on!” Jo was getting into this, and truth be told, she really did want Pat to win. With Tom panting in pain, grunts coming from his mask, Pat quickly rounded on him. Despite his pain, he tried to writhe and wriggle but now Pat, who was fast tiring and knew this was her last chance, would not release him. Quickly she raised his rear and lining it up with her rubber cock. She thrust and…..missed, shock waves going through her body from the dildo embedded in her. Come on, come on, she implored herself not to give up now, he'll recover soon and you'll be screwed, bum screwed for sure. She tried again….and missed again, she could feel him recovering in her arms, this chance would be the last. Jo was now squatting next to them, close to the action but not interfering, she did want a fair clash, but only one winner! They were so involved they barely noticed her.

On the third thrust……she hit the bull's-eye, and with a sigh of relief from her and a huge yelp from him, she was in a couple of inches. He was still struggling and it took all her strength to hold onto him; he writhed desperately but it was too late now, and she methodically pushed harder into him. With Jo fascinated, Pat smiled behind her mask and drove into him, up to the hilt.

He wailed through his mask, but he was impaled; she withdrew a little and then thrust again. Now there was no fight left in him, he was defeated and she then set up a smooth rhythm, in and out she steadily thrust and withdrew. Then she came, all the movement in the dildo in Tom reverberating to the cock within her. Jo stood up over the humping twosome, and placed her hand on Tom's jerking helmet.

“Steady there Tom, dear hubby, take your medicine, just think of it as me, returning all your past indiscretions.” He grunted and groaned as Pat continued to thrust; she was not going to stop until she was declared the victor! She was now enjoying this, she was pleasing Jo, and she wanted to do that, and be rewarded. She now wanted to do Jo's bidding, to please her, because the more she thought of her, the more she realised she was falling in love with her. She didn't think of her self as a lesbian, and who cares if she was, but maybe bi? She had come to the rather shocking realisation that she wanted to be kissed, cuddled, fucked and, oh yes, punished by Jo. That was quite a decision after only 24 hours, but she'd never been surer about this than anything else before!

Jo was a pro; in only a day Pat could see that she was warming to her new found talents, her new “life” with real pleasure and great vigour, and Pat wanted to be with her, a pro! Tom was a good fucking machine all right, but did not have the imagination or power of Jo, and this revelation, although a shock, was as clear as day to Pat. How was her love to be reconciled, and reciprocated? Pat would have to work on that, but her sights were now firmly set on Jo's affections.

And Jo? Well after the night before she also found her desires and affections firmly turning, but Pat was not to know that. What do women say, (not men of course!) it takes a woman to know how to satisfy a woman. Well Jo was not about to get into a sexual politics argument but she knew exactly what Pat could do to her! And it had been a fantastic 24 hours for her. Tom would not change, he was a weak philanderer. She knew it took two to tango, but she would pass over that for the time being. Her sympathies were with Pat, a young widower….and an expert lover, both as a dom and a sub, and this excited Jo immensely. She was delighted to see Pat the victor and cradled her masked head in her arms as Pat continued to pump away at poor Tom's arse.

And Pat was happy to do Jo's bidding. She was the victor, and to the victor goes the spoils! After five minutes of buggery, with Tom no longer writhing but just moaning quietly, Jo patted Pat's head tenderly.

“Enough, I think Pat. Maybe leave some for later, mmmm?” Pat withdrew and Tom sank down. Jo slapped his tender behind.

“Well, dear hubby, you're not much of a sight, are you? I'd slink over into the basement and lick your wounds. I'll come for you later and select an appropriate punishment, but for now Pat gets her reward for her fine efforts.” Before Tom could waddle off, Jo replaced the dog's tail and butt plug into his abused but now much more accessible orifice! He grunted but there was no fight left in him and he slinked off to the basement.

Chapter Ten

Jo sat back on the deck lounger and patted her thighs, covered in tight white latex stockings. Happily Pat rested her head on them and Jo ruffled her ears. She reached into a bag beside her and produced a mint. Pat looked up at her and Jo laughed.

“Don't worry Pat, this is just a small reward, the larger one comes later.” Pat was excited to hear this and tenderly took the mint between her enlarged rubber lips and into her mouth. She sucked on it slowly, the taste of rubber and mint an odd combination.

“I really wanted you to win, Pat. I'm glad you did, tonight I will sleep with you again, with perhaps some variations. It's time for a chat, I think. “She looked down at Pat and Pat nodded, although she wouldn't be doing much chatting like this, she thought. Jo placed her hand on Pat's head, resting on her thigh.

“Tom, I'm afraid has lost his allure for me, you've raised something in me that won't be suppressed. Tom is good, and can continue to be so, for punishing. I do really like that part, but sexually you are much more fun, and more talented! One grunt for yes, or two for no, did you enjoy last night?” Pat raised her head immediately and grunted once, loudly and then nodded vigorously; what she was hearing was music to her ears, precisely what she had wanted, prayed to hear. Jo smiled and nodded too.

“Do you find me….attractive, sexually I mean? I do you, you should know that.” Pat gave another fast nod, and moved round to face the sitting Jo and squeezed between her legs. Then she dipped her head under the short skirt and nuzzled her masked face against the tight white panties covering Jo's moist love channel.

“Oh, oh my, well I'll take that as a yes then. This is a treat, oh, oh.” She gripped Pat's rubber ears and urged her on, nosing and rubbing her latex pussy. Jo came almost immediately and gripped the rubber head between her thighs. Both then relaxed, Jo panting.

“What has come over me in the last day? The rubber, bondage and paddling, I'm, I don't know….becoming addicted to it, all of it…..yet I still want to punish you, hurt you, temporarily of course, and Tom, yes, I want to punish him all right.” Pat cocked her head to the side as if to say, well that's okay by me. Then turned and raised her buttocks to Jo, invitingly. Jo looked a little nonplussed.

“So….you want to be beaten, to be punished by me, to be….subservient to me, really? No, you couldn't.” But Pat, perhaps a little surprised at her own reaction coming so fast, nodded. Jo then thought again and gave Pat a sly smile.

“Are you sure that….you wouldn't want to dominate me some times? I think I might like that, after last night there's much for me to experience.” Pat nodded again, yes, she would just love to dominate Jo, and she was sure that Jo would love it too. Things however were moving too fast for them both now. Jo said.

“Well, we are going to have to talk seriously, this is heavy stuff.” She removed Pat's doggy helmet, and Pat, at last gasped in relief. Her rubber mask (part of her rubber catsuit under the doggy suit) was marked by the rubber doggy mask and her face even though she was masked was soaked with her saliva and sweat but Jo thought she looked quite stunning.

“Oh thanks, quite a morning.” She smiled through the tight shiny mask. “And of course night…..all those nods Jo, I meant them.” Their discussion seemed odd, Pat on all fours, cock and balls sticking out from her crotch, saying this to Jo, in her cute schoolgirl's costume. Jo looked at her seriously.

“You wouldn't lie to me now, would you Pat? I'm putting a lot of trust in you.” pat shook her head violently.

“Oh no, no Jo, not after the last day. Look I always found you very attractive, which you are, I just didn't know how much. You can punish, paddle, gag and bind me as much as you like…..I won't lie to you.” Her eyes sparkled behind the mask as she said this. Jo looked down at her and placed a hand on her breast, rubbing it gently.

“God, this is all too sudden.” She said as if in a dream. Pat nodded.

“Yeah, for me too, and what about Tom, you….we…have a problem we have to consider.” Jo nodded in unison.

“Oh, I don't know. I thought I loved him and would continue to, but it was more in hope than reality. He was a good screw, but well, after the last day, frankly,” she bent down and kissed Pat's head, “you're a hell of a lot better.” Pat almost blushed at the compliment, and wriggled closer to Jo, who rubbed her breast again.

“How's the suit, getting stiff?”

“Yes, a little,” Pat giggled, “but hey, I'm your slave aren't I? And slaves are meant to suffer, and be loyal which, Jo, I will be. Christ, Jo, you look great in that saucy outfit, I could devour you right now.”

“By devour, I hope you mean eat me alive!” Jo replied. “Later I promise, I do promise, now we have to think about Tom.”

“Well Jo, that's a tough one, but if you don't think I'm butting in here's my two cents worth.” She smiled again; they were starting to get very comfortable with each other. “And if you do then by all means go ahead and gag me. Jo, you hold all the cards, you cold sue him for divorce, using me as the other party; you have the proof of the tapes, although I'm not sure you would want to use them. You could take him for all he has, leave him with the pension and his stuff. But….I have to say he is….useful, as a sex object that is and no more. Maybe you could give him that option?” she was now thinking this through, and Jo was on the same track already. “He could stay with you…us, for as long as he wants, doing our bidding, being our slave, let's face it it's nice to have a cock and balls around to punish, or he can leave the house, everything and go on his way.”

“I have to say, having him around to torture would be fun, but why would he go for it?”

“I'll tell you why, because he's a classic masochist and transvestite, not a regular one, whatever that is, but a rubber one. I'll bet that he still worships you, even with me around. Look, he loves rubber and abuse, now he has two women to give it to him! The only difference is he won't be cheating on anyone, and he won't get much of a break! Stay, on our terms or leave tonight!” Jo dwelt on this for a while, unconsciously moving her hand over Pat's rubber encased head.

“You know, I think it would work. Well, let's try it out, let me do the talking and you pitch in when it needs reinforcing.” With that Jo stood up and picked up Pat's dildo tail and held it up, smiling.

“Just to remind you who is still boss.” Pat complained a little, but Jo noticed not much, and she bent over to allow her to push it back into her rear. They returned to the basement, Pat waddling behind her latex schoolgirl domina, to confront Tom with the news. They were both very excited with the idea.

Chapter Eleven

Tom lay on his side on the bed, his tail sticking out behind him. Jo sat on the bed beside him, and smoothed her hand over his doggy mask.

“Hello Tom, let me get the collar and helmet off, for we have much to talk about.” She removed the doggy helmet and exposed his rubber female mask underneath. Like Pat's before him, it was soaked in sweat and saliva. He said nothing, just looked at his wife and then Pat. Pat sat on her haunches, the dildo tail just touching the ground behind her and her rubber cock and balls sticking out in front of her. With her large breast cups sticking out in front as well, she was to say the least an odd sight.

“Now Tom, I don't want any tantrums, this is a decision Pat and I have made in the last few minutes, and frankly you don't have many bargaining chips here. We have decided your future, and basically you have a choice of two routes. There are no alternatives so it's one or the other.”

And she laid out the options, clearly and without equivocation or rancour, when he was about to say something she shushed him and told him to wait until the end. He was very quiet, and thoughtful, and kept looking from his wife to Pat.

Pat watched in silence, Jo needed no help here, and Tom at the end did not argue; he could tell that both of them were not in a negotiating mood. He'd learnt a lot about his wife in the last day, and as she spoke to him calmly and at length, he slowly came to the realisation that this – enforced slavehood, rubber bondage, transvestism and domination by two beautiful women was what he craved! There would be times no doubt in the future when things would go too far for his comfort but he believed he would be able to handle this. For wasn't the whole point that slaves were to be kept in slavehood and their wishes and desires were worth nothing?

Well, he thought, his fetish fantasies would really be put to the test. These were women who when together, were not to be trifled with. Reality is sometimes so different from fantasy, more frightening, but perhaps more exciting as well. He'd no idea what they had in mind for him, but strangely he felt an inner excitement at that. It was clear there was now something between these two and he was in no position to try to change that. He was placing his body, his will, his future into the hands of these two cruel, imaginative women, dedicated now to each others pleasure – and pain. Yet he was surprised to feel he was not frightened at the prospect, nervous, yes, and maybe he was naïve. But this future was surely better than the drudgery of “normal” life, whatever that was.

When Jo had finished, there was a heavy silence for a while. He looked so odd, with his doggy costume and his cock and balls sticking out, and then the beautiful female rubber mask covering his features. But then he began to speak quietly, looking from one to the other and he realised that whatever there was before was in the past, gone and he was now essentially gifting himself to these women to do with him as they pleased.

He'd loved them before, and he would continue to do so but enslavement was a different love and he knew they would test him and punish him at will. But he told them he would accept that. He could always leave, at any time, they'd made that clear, but he would be left with only his job and few possessions.

They made it clear he would carry on his work life; his secret was his bond with them. Nights, weekends, breaks would be his time in slavery to them. He'd be their possession to do with as they pleased, singly or together.

As he lay on the bed, he glanced around the room, the dungeon, his room to be. The whipping bench, the vaulting horse, the rubber covered whipping post and the vacuum bed, were waiting for him, along with all the clothes, bags and inflatables. And over there were all the instruments of torture and medical necessity you could ever want – or not want. He found his cock growing hard in its tight rubber sleeve; maybe the cock was telling him something that his mind didn't know yet. Surely this was the real sign, the subconscious telling him what he really desired.

They allowed him his moment of reverie, thinking of the past, and the future. He nodded to them, indicating that there was absolutely no doubt, he was ready, and willing. Both women smiled in silence, the spiders with their fly! As if to consummate the “relationship” Jo leaned over and gently took is rubber covered cock in her hand. God, he could come right now in her hand, and he let out a gasp. And Pat, not wanting to miss anything, waddled over and leaned over him, nudging Jo's hand out of the way, and took his cock in her mouth, gripping it between her teeth in a wide grimace, and then she giggled and withdrew, saying.

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun punishing him. So there can be no confusion, I think we should advise him again of the rules – just one more time.”

“That seems fair, as we are all making a huge change in our lives here. So Tom, these are the rules which frankly we are pretty well making up on the spot, so we may change them a bit later on, not good news for you, I know but you are putting your future into our hands, aren't you? You will agree to them , without question, otherwise you leave – no hard feelings and all that. Later on, we will write them down so there is no confusion for either party. You speak only when spoken to or commanded to do so. Even during your working day you will always something of rubber, just a reminder of your servitude, panties or tights or stockings maybe, we will decide. You serve me, them Pat, I am the dmina, although Pat and I will change when the mood takes us. You will be punished when we wish, how we wish, there does not have to be a reason, we might just like the idea of punishing you, even if you have been a good boy. We may allow you to have pleasure once in a while we may have use for your “services” here.” She smiled and gripped his cock. “We don't want this withering away through lack of use; I've nothing against a stiff cock at all, in the right place and under the right circumstances. We will move between the two houses, your room here will be this rubber room of course, and in our..…my house the spare bedroom which you will do up appropriately over the next few days. Pat and I will move all the clothes between the two houses as we see fit.”

“You will cease to all intents and purposes to be my husband, and Pat's latex lover; from now on you are our plaything, our dolly, slave or whatever we wish. Now I have been thinking of extending your rubber transvestism a little further, and this may involve piercings and if necessary other body modifications,” she smiled down at his pretty face, “maybe you won't need this rubber female mask if we make some adjustments here and there. So you should be made aware of that. So that, dear ex-hubby is the offer, do you wish to continue?”

He looked at her clear blue eyes, the woman he loved, but not perhaps the same woman now, for she was his mistress to be obeyed at all times. And she had Pat as the perfect assistant and lover. Oh, they would be cruel all right; he could see them egging each other on. But life would not be dull, and he'd have as much rubber as he could handle. He glanced at them both……and nodded firmly.

Chapter Twelve

There was silence in the room for fully 30 seconds as each of them appreciated what this meant to them and how their lives, all three of them would change. Jo broke the ice.

“Well, that was pretty momentous for us all I think. It's a nice day outside, I need to relax after our efforts and I like the idea of being waited on, Tom. You will be my maid for the rest of the day. I remember seeing a cute little sexy maid's costume in the closet. Pat, has Tom worn it before?” Pat replied with a wry smile.

“No, actually that's mine, it's a bit small for him, though I think we could corset him down into it.”

“Excellent, now I was thinking about all his body hair, it's quite light and he's not hirsute, but I think we should get rid of it all, yes?”

“Oh, yes,” said Pat, warming to the task, “I have a couple of large jars of depilatory cream; that should do the trick.”

Jo clapped her hands.

“Okay, what are we waiting for? First Pat, we'll get you out of your doggy suit, although I rather liked you in it. I wouldn't have minded wrestling you in one, both of us with double dildos; that would be great. But who would put us in them, and more to the point who would let us out? Could we trust Tom? Maybe not yet, we'll leave that fun for later.”

Jo removed Pat's butt plug and then slowly eased her out of her doggy suit. She moaned as her arms dropped down to her sides and rubbed them to get the blood back again. Within a couple of minutes she felt a lot better. Jo glanced at her, she did look so good in that black suit stretched tautly over her body, and the collar, cuffs and stringent corset.

“We'll leave the corset and suit on for now, we'll get that waist down another inch or so yet.” Pad gave her a worried look behind her mask, but was actually getting used now to the constriction and the forced upright posture. They both approached Tom and turned him on his back.

“Remember, no talking, or you'll get our first dual punishment, nicely stretched over the whipping bench there.” Quickly, the doggy suit was stripped off him and he now stood, cock still erect in front of them, naked except for his female mask which Jo now roughly pulled off.” It had been quite a time since she had seen him, his face was puffy, pink and soaked and his hair matted to his skull. She thought then she preferred the female mask on him! Jo gripped his cock.

“Mmmm, very impressive.” Pat now returned with a jar of depilatory cream and two pairs of surgical gloves. They pulled them on and dipped their hands into the big jar.

“Legs and arms wide apart, Tom.” Jo ordered and Tom obediently spread himself out in front of them. They smeared his lower body, then his groin (he groaned here, his cock standing out like a tent pole) and then his whole torso. This took a while and was done in complete silence, the women, one in a taut black catsuit and the other a schoolgirl, intent on their work. They stopped at his neck and Jo said.

“What about his face and head? If he goes to work bald, they'll think something is up although he does have a very light beard.” Pat thought hard for a second.

“Yes but bald is so much easier for masks and helmets and wigs. Look Jo, bald is the rage nowadays; everybody has it bald of at least very short. He'll just have to convince everyone at work that he decided on a change – and be very convincing about it, right Tom?” Pat gripped Tom's balls and gave then a not too gentle squeeze. Tom nodded silently.

Pat got an electric razor and bending Tom's head, not wanting all the hair sticking to his creamy white body, began to clip his hair down to a manageable one eighth of an inch. He looked quite different, almost vulnerable, which of course he was. Jo then smeared the thick cream over his face and head, leaving only his eyebrows and mouth visible. He looked like a skinny snowman.

“We'll give him a dose tomorrow too on his face and head, and just keep on it until it's all gone. Okay, all done, let's give it say twenty minutes for it to do its job.” They pulled off their gloves and lay down on the bed together like a couple of giggling girls, pleased as punch, while Tom stood in front of them. The cream was sticky and hot and soon began to itch horribly but he remained silent. Despite the cream, he still had an erection.

“Poor Tom, think you have made a big mistake already? Well Tom, this is only the start.” Tom shook his head; he was not going to yield in the first half hour.

“Good, because there's lots more for us to do.” Jo leaned over and straddled Pat and kneaded her breasts in each hand. For Pat this was a pleasant surprise and she slipped a hand under Jo's miniscule skirt and felt the thin latex panties yield as she rubbed her fingers up and down Jo's lips. Jo bent over and placed her lips on Pat's masked forehead, nose and then her waiting lips. They seemed oblivious to Tom's presence as they worked themselves up and in no time came, panting and shaking. They both laid back and giggled at their lechery, well aware that Tom was watching, his cock still very much erect.

Jo stood up, pulling her panties tight and pulling up and straightening her stocking tops, poor Tom almost fainted at the sight.

“Time for your shower Tom, and like a butterfly you will come out new and fresh, smooth as a baby, for this is your new life. But Tom doesn't sound right for your feminine side does it; let me think…..how about Toni? Tom and Toni, two sides of the coin and yet one person. I think that will do.”

“Yes, I like it.” Pat, who was lying on the bed, said, like a lazy cat that just got the cream. So Tom stepped into the shower and rubbed and scrubbed away all his body and facial hair. He was amazed at how easily it was removed and shocked at his smooth, almost girl-like body now. Even his beard line, which was never thick, was now smooth. And his head, he was as bald as a coot. It too was bowling ball smooth and cool to the touch. His cock and balls felt very strange without any attendant hair. He returned to the rubber room, where Jo and Pat had his costume ready for him. First both encircled him in silence; he could smell their latex clothing and the sex on them and his cock hardened again. Jo said.

“Excellent, not a hair to be seen and smooth as a baby's bum - so much easier for pulling on the rubber clothing; and you know Pat, with a little moulding his body….her body is going to look just fine. No beard here, some make-up, a decent wig and some boobies of course and he'll pass off in public easily. Pat, I saw in one of your fetish mags a woman, Mistress Stern, I think her name was, who runs among other things, a transformation and feminisation business. We'll set up a time and get him…her some gear. They have some latex training clothes, padded panties and bras, so we'll have some fun tomorrow getting him into some.”

(NOTE: FOR MORE INFORMATION ON MISTRESS STERN, SEE THE STORY “STERN MANOR”)

“Yes I read about her, she also does more permanent transformations, piercings and brandings and the like.” Pat snuggled close to Tom, who was now looking a bit worried, and held his cock in her gloved hands. “Although she is very private, her reputation is well known in the more extreme communities.” She smiled. “Maybe we could think of some more modifications and additions before we call her. I'm sure she can help us with some ideas.”

Tom winced at the thought, but still he was erect, either through the thought of the body modifications or Pat's ministrations. Jo and Pat revelled at the prospect.

“So Tom, first we'll have to reform your body, this corset is Pat's but with some squeezing we'll get you into it.” They placed the thick rubber garment around him and ordered him to grab the bar above. This stretched him up nicely and they began to lace him in. he panted at the cool vice of the rubber, Pat winched the bar higher and he was now on tiptoe, as Jo continued to lace from above his groin up to under his nipples.

When they had finished he wasn't an hourglass, but he looked not too bad at all – there was a definite feminine shape to him and, Jo noticed there was plenty of room for future lacing. He took short breaths, feeling as if he was being squeezed by a boa. Pat grinned.

“You'll get used to it, look at me, I've been in this thing for a day now. And I'm quite used to it. It gives you support, confidence, makes you feel stronger, assertive – all very odd I admit. I can't imagine why women don't wear them more often; I suppose it has to do with that burning bra feminist nonsense. Well I'm wearing one and believe me I'm empowered.” She turned to Jo and held out two jelly-like sacs of colourless solution.

“We bought these inserts a short while ago for a laugh, never got to use them. They should be perfect for his boobs. Just slip them in a reinforced bra over his corset and voila.

“Great, and we'll get some padded bras tomorrow.” He pushed his arms through the bra straps and she attached it behind him, then Pat pushed the implants into the cups, smoothed them out and took a step back, admiring the view.

“Excellent, a big breasted booby bird.” She cupped them in her hands as if weighing them. “Not a bad feel to them either, and they stick out nicely and have a real wobbly consistency of the real thing.” With the help of talc they rolled on shiny grey stockings, leaving him to finish pulling them up, sitting on the side of the bed, and leaning over with difficulty due to the constriction of the corset, and the big boobs. He clipped them onto the four suspenders for each stocking attached to the bottom of the corset. He had small feet and they placed his feet into 3 inch heeled pumps.

“You'll get used to heels quickly; they'll get higher as the days go by. High heels and corset – excellent for a great posture, and no more male slouching.” They pushed his arms into gleaming black shoulder length latex gloves, pressing out any wrinkles. Then he stepped into a classic French maid's dress – a very short flared skirt, tight waist and bodice cradling his ample boobs, and a high neck. The sleeves ended at mid bicep and the flared hem, sleeves and neck ended with whit frills. They zipped him up the back with difficulty, it was tight fit. Pat wrapped a white pinafore round him and he was done, well not quite.

“What about this tent pole here?” Jo said, pointing at his cock pushing out from under the short skirt.

“What about a pair of your panties Pat, something really tight, to hold that thing in, and another thing, I've been thinking about Tom's cute little bum here,” she placed her hand on his behind, “I want him to be aware of his servitude to us all the time, and I was thinking that we should have him plugged here permanently.” She slapped his buttocks and he gasped but said nothing. Pat smiled.

“What do you mean, permanently?”

“Oh, I don't mean that we can't pull it out when we have to, but all day and night, all the time, I want him plugged. “ She leant against him, holding his butt cheek in her hand. “So the only time he's not plugged is when he's doing his….ablutions, and when we want him accessible for punishment.” Tom stared at Jo, who gently placed a hand on his bald dome. “Are you getting the drift now Tom? This is for real, your body, every….orifice is ours to do with as we please.” He nodded silently in acquiescence.

“I think that's a great idea Jo. We have all sizes and shapes of butt plugs here. They all have a flanged base so they don't disappear up him, which would lead to some interesting questions at the emergency ward. I have a couple with little nodules on them which give you a nice tickle up there and then just plain rubber prongs.”

“Let's start with plain shall we? We don't want to frighten off Tom already, do we? Bend over Tom…..I suppose we should get used to calling you Toni, we're going to get more pleasure out of this that you.” He dutifully bent over and spread his legs, his bare arse sticking out and his stockings stretching his suspenders. Pat licked the butt plug and placed it at his rear entrance. Then with a nod and a grin from Jo leaned into his, he gasped as the plug inched past his sphincter and into his anal passage, he gasped.

“Oh, come on Tom, this is a small one, you'll soon be getting much bigger ones up there, no problem at all.” Once the widest part was embedded his sphincter muscle gripped the narrower end firmly. Finally they slid a pair of thick white latex panties up his legs, pulled out his skirt and almost lifted him off his feet as they pulled the panties up and over his groin, squeezing his cock flat against the bottom of the corset.

So this was day one of his new life, hour one of day one. He had been fully depilated, squeezed into a corset, forced into a bra with implants, had his anal cavity plugged, his cock and balls squeezed by tight rubber panties and dressed as a saucy French maid. Yes, all in all, it had been quite a start, he wryly thought to himself. They led him upstairs, he was a bit wobbly on his heels, but they each took an arm. He would have to get used to them quickly, and they sat him down in front of a mirror in Pat's bedroom. Pulling his head back they began to apply make-up, the whole works. Jo said, as she applied foundation to his cheeks.

“In the next few days Toni (she called him Toni now, he guessed this was some kind of mental reinforcement) we'll get you your own make-up tables and kit for your room downstairs in this house and in mine (she didn't' say our house any more, he noted) and then you'll be able to do this yourself. We don't want to waste our time on it, so you had better get proficient quickly.” As Jo applied the foundation and blush, Pat expertly shaped his eyebrows with a pair of tweezers. Jesus, that hurt, he thought, how do women do this all the time? Eye shadow, liner, lipstick and gloss followed and Jo looked down at the finished product.

“Amazing, really convincing. The bald head is a little out of place but the face, Toni, you would have no trouble at all in passing yourself off in public, which believe me you are going to be doing.” Tom sat up and could barely believe his eyes, his face was beautifully made up, there was no hint of androgyny, the beard line had gone and he was very, very feminine. Yes, he'd definitely pass.

“I like the bald look,” Jo said, “but we'll get you a wig later, and earrings too, you'll be pierced tomorrow, something for you to look forward to.” Tom was not so sure, but continued to stare at the stranger in the mirror. Jo leant over, her head next to his and looked at him in the mirror.

“She's quite gorgeous; we'll be fighting off the guys who want to fuck him! You'll have to get used to those heels fast because I think I want Toni around the house most of the time, Tom can be at the office but Toni will take over here for good now.” Tom had not been addressed so he sat silently, but his mind was in turmoil. Pat finally produced a rubber maid's bonnet, white with black edging and with an elasticised rim, which she stretched over his bald dome, then arranged it in a pretty fashion.

“Pretty maid, all in a row,” grinned Jo, “up you get Toni, Pat and I are going to the garden, it's sunny and warm and you will serve us some afternoon tea, we've been so busy with you that we missed lunch. We leave it up to you, but you had better learn fast that we like to be spoilt, don't we Pat? Serve it in an hour, in the meantime there is all this rubber to wash, dry, powder and shine. This will be your mantra from now on, maid Toni, those four words, for there will be a lot of latex for you to clean and look after. It is not cheap stuff, so you had better look after it.

And they left him, arm in arm, giggling, the two latex clad dominas went out to the garden to relax. Tottering on his heels, now beginning to sweat in the tight corset, he set about cleaning and powdering the rubber clothes, and as he set about this he realised he quite liked doing this. Peering down at his large boobs and looking in the mirror at his quite narrow waist and his slim legs, he began to take some pride in his appearance. He clenched his rear cheeks, the butt plug was not that big at all, and he realised in the previous ten minutes he had hardly noticed it!

By the time he had made the tea he was sweating profusely, and he dabbed his face, not wishing to mess his make-up. He pulled off his rubber bonnet and wiped his shiny bald dome, then replaced the bonnet, the rim clinging loosely to his skull. He felt between his legs and rubbed his cock, still hard and compressed against the corset.

They were lying on two deck loungers half asleep in the summer sun. They must be sweating in all that rubber he thought, but it didn't seem to bother them. Pat sat up and dabbed her eyes, which must have had sweat in them from the tight mask.

“Very nice, Toni.” Said Jo, as he served them tea, leaning over and feeling the constriction of the corset. Munching on a sandwich, Pat sat up and slid her hand under his short skirt, feeling his cock still rigid in the tight pants. She whispered.

“Very impressive Toni, still hard, but I can't wait to punish it.” She rubbed it harder and he thought he would come, he moaned quietly, and then Pat, seeing this stopped.

“Go to your quarters, Toni, we have no need for you until 5 o clock, then you will report to us, face scrubbed and with new make-up, your own application. You might as well start learning these skills now.” He left them to return to the house, a little dejectedly. He lay on the bed, still hot in the costume, and rested.

Outside in the sun, Jo and Pat had laid out a thick towel on the grass and were lying on it together. There they explored their bodies once more, as if they had not done so before. Fingers pinched nipples and rubbed labia, and tongues lapped and licked. Pat turned to the 69 position; she had said that Jo in her sexy schoolgirl outfit looked good enough to eat, and was now setting out to prove it.

She pulled Jo's short skirt back and prised her taut panties down. Jo was already soaking wet there, Pat was happy to see, but she moved into her with her tongue. She was now getting used to her fragrance and lapped away at her like a contented cat. At the other end, not wishing to be outdone, Jo had unzipped the crotch zip of Pat's suit and was first fingering her gently and then working with her tongue.

She took her lead from Pat, who was much more the expert, but Pat was happy to notice – and feel – she was a very quick learner indeed. In the warm sun they continued like this for quite a while, Pat encouraging Jo with flattering comments. As they tired they then drifted to off to sleep.

Chapter Thirteen

Later, downstairs Tom woke to shouting.

“Wakey, wakey, naughty Toni, you overslept and didn't report at 5 o clock to us. Now it is ten past, and look, no make-up. Toni's going to be disciplined.” They pulled him off the bed and took him over to the vaulting horse, bending him over it and started to strap him down on it. They spread his stocking encased legs and strapped them tightly, then his unresisting arms and then across his back, pushing his false boobs into the leather top. Once he was unable to move at all Jo pushed his face into the thick facemask at the head of the horse and he opened his mouth and accepted the plug gag without resistance, while she pulled the straps over his bonnet and tightened them.

Then he felt his skirt being raised.

Jo and Pat admired Tom's firm nates held in the taut white rubber, as tight as a drum. Both of them took a cheek and rubbed the shiny surface. Jo placed a finger on the butt plug base and pushed it in a half inch. She heard a grunt and Tom's body shivered. Then she had an idea.

“Pat, I have an idea, What about an enema at the same time as the paddling? We could pull out the butt plug, slip the tube up his rear, and run the tube along his crack, the pants we can then pull up to keep it in and then as the water seeps in we paddle away!”

Behind her mask Pat looked at Jo in a mix of horror and admiration.

“God, Jo, I'm starting to get a bit worried about you. You are way ahead of me in the deviance stakes, my goodness. God, I hope I never cross you and have to face the consequences! I don't know if I would survive it.” Jo grinned and took her in her arms.

“I don't expect you to ever cross me, Pat, and if you did I have a sneaking suspicion you would do it on purpose, just to see what devious retribution I could come up with.”

Jo was now clearly comfortable with her role, there were no nerves or embarrassment, she was born for this, and she, along with Pat and Tom, now knew it! Pat knew she had been found out and gripped her lover.

“Yep, I'm afraid I think you're absolutely right, and I can get wet just thinking what you may do to me.” Jo kissed her rubber cheek.

“Come on, no time to dwell, Toni is waiting.”

Tom of course heard all this but could do nothing, except let out a low groan. Pat brought over the metal stand and removed the rubber bag, went to the bathroom and filled it with warm, soapy water. Jo in the meantime had pulled down Tom's tight pants to the top of his thighs, just low enough to push in the enema tube. Jo thought it was strange the power the two of them had at that moment.

In front of them a man transformed to a woman, in inescapable bondage, wearing the most outrageous rubber fetish clothes, exposed, vulnerable, and about to be enema'd and spanked. Both experienced a shiver of excitement as Jo gently eased the butt plug from Tom's rear and Pat immediately pressed the end of the tube through the expanded, pink orifice. It flinched of course, only natural really, but Pat ignored this and soon it was in the full six inches. She nodded to Jo as she folded the tube along Tom's ass crack and Jo pulled up the latex panties. Smoothing them out, they returned to their previous glossy firmness, with the tube embedded and immovable.

As Pat armed herself with one leather paddle and gave Jo the other, she asked.

“How many do you think? You gave him a hundred last night; I see he's still a little tender, what about 50 in total, so 25 for each cheek?”

“Yes, should be enough. I want to improve my tennis backhand, so I'll take his right buttock and you can take the left.” They spread their legs at right angles to Tom's shiny white latex bottom, then Pat released the clip holding the water and it seeped into Tom's waiting rectum. Jo nodded at Pat, and Pat took the first swing, then Jo had her turn. They continued like this, a steady metronome of whacks at two second intervals. With leather on drum-tight latex, the sound in the enclosed basement room was almost deafening, but this seemed to spur them on to hit even harder. They concentrated on the glossy white target and barely looked at each other, keeping up the loud beat. Only too soon, for them, did they finish. There was a light sheen on Jo's brow and Pat dabbed at her eyes again.

They would have happily carried on but they knew there would be many chances in the future – and it didn't pay to damage the goods on the first day! They worked well as a team and Jo lowered Tom's pants again while Pat removed the tube and before Tom could react, rammed the butt plug back in, to a loud grunt from Tom. Again there was a little wriggling but really Tom was powerless to stop them doing anything they wished, and he knew it. Jo fondled the buttocks again.

“Snug as a bug in a rug.” She went round to his head and placed her hand on his bonnet, trapped to the face piece.

“You must learn fast, Toni. You must be prompt in future; otherwise your arse is really going to get some treatment. The plug will remain in you until you have served us dinner at 7 o clock on the patio. You had less than a pint so you should not get too many cramps, but Toni, that is the price you pay for not being diligent. I'm sure you'll learn.” She patted his exposed rubber nates almost affectionately.

“We'll release you now; you have an hour and a half to prepare us something nice to eat. An omelette and a salad would be all right and open a bottle of wine, Pat and I have plenty to celebrate! Not you I fear.”

They released the straps and then the face piece. He slowly raised himself and pulled down his skirt in a strange almost prudish way, considering the way he was dressed. Jo looked at his face and grinned.

“My goodness Toni, just look at your make-up. All smudged and smeared, I do believe you have been crying, have you?” reluctantly Tom nodded, his arse was on fire and the enema was rumbling in his abdomen. He gently felt the butt plug through his panties and let out a gasp.

“Well, go upstairs and do you make-up, might as well start now. I want you back in ten minutes and we will check it, quick now!” She smiled and pointed to the horse and it was clear what the consequences were if he were late.

Despite his enema, corset and high heels he skipped up the stairs, much better on his heels, he now noted. He heard their laughter, but he was now intent on not displeasing then any more.

He thought of his dear wife, well ex-wife now really, in her latex schoolgirl costume ordering him about, what a change in a day! But oh God, she did look so wonderful, her gorgeous hair held back in a pony tail, her firm breasts in their rubber cups and her superb legs in tight white stockings. How could he hate her?

Despite the pain she had inflicted on him he still loved her, he feared her as well of course (as well he should) but he was still infatuated with her beauty and the power she had over him now. And her ability to wreak punishment strangely did not diminish that love at all.

He sat down gingerly on his plugged arse, feeling the plug move within him, his cheeks still on fire. Then he got to work, with cotton swabs, clearing away his smeared tears and mascara, and wiping his smudged lipstick. He took his time, getting it wrong would be just as bad as being late. He applied eye shadow, liner, foundation, trying to remember how they had done it. He'd always taken this for granted but it was not easy!

Finally, gaining confidence, he applied lipstick, pouting his lips and smoothing it out with his tongue. He stared at his new self and thought, well, not bad, not bad at all; and then in his heart of hearts he realised he had quite liked the exercise!

The paddling however was not so much fun. After a hundred the night before, this fifty were very painful and still throbbed now. Furthermore he was now bathed in sweat and it had nowhere to go, trapped in his rubber costume.

Although a little nervous of their decision he returned back to the basement, feeling the butt plug move within him and looking down at his boobs, seeing them wobble. He entered the room and could hardly believe his eyes.

Chapter Fourteen

Jo was sitting on the side of the bed, still in her schoolgirl's costume, her knees stretched wide. That wasn't strange but Pat was balanced sitting on Jo's thighs, facing out into the room. Jo had pulled of her panties and had strapped a double ended dildo under her skirt, the other end of which was embedded in Pat's moist pussy. Pat's steel cuffs were attached to her steel anklets which were pulled up either side of Jo's parted thighs. Jo's arms were passed under Pat's armpits and her hands were fondling Pat's breasts. Tom could see Pat's eyes wide with pleasure behind her mask, but only a mmmfff could be heard as Jo had stuffed an inflatable gag in Pat's mouth and pumped it high. The tube and inflator waggled on her chest as Pat's head nodded in unison to Jo's thrusts.

Jo however seemed amazingly calm and did not stop the rhythm as Tom approached them. Pat's eyes then managed to focus a bit better on Tom. Jo spoke, breathing a little heavily.

“Ah, ah Toni, you caught us a bit short, how time….flies when you are….enjoying yourself. Come nearer….let's have a look….at you.” He approached the bouncing Pat, who seemed quite unperturbed at his presence; however they slowed just a little to inspect him.

“Bend down, Toni, let's see, looks pretty good to me Toni, what do you think Pat?” Pat, breathing hard through her nose, trying to concentrate, looked hard at Tom and then nodded, the tube and inflator bulb shaking in front of her. Jo laughed.

“We'll take that as a yes Toni, well done. I think you have a natural knack for this. Now go up and prepare dinner, I have something to finish with Pat here, as you can see.” She lifted Pat by the corset and dropped her onto the glistening dildo; Pat let out a wail into her gag, in pleasure or discomfort Tom couldn't tell, but he had a good idea it was pleasure. He turned and went upstairs to the kitchen, much better on his heels now.

“You'd have thought he would have at least knocked.” Jo giggled and Pat mmmmed in agreement through her gag, saliva now dripping onto her rubber breasts and corset.

“Now, where were we? Ah yes, I remember.” She giggled again and squeezed Pat's nipples.

“My legs are getting a bit sore so let's get you on the bed.”

She turned and gently rolled her over onto her front, the dildo slipping out of her wet channel. Jo pumped some pillows up and raised Pat tenderly, sliding them under her upper body and head. Pat, her wrists still manacled to her ankles wriggled to get comfortable. Jo squeezed her hand under Pat and fondled her breast.

“Comfortable?”

Pat nodded, and closed her eyes in anticipation. Jo did not disappoint as she spread Pat's legs wide and with a confident smile on her face and the gleaming cock sticking out from under her skirt, approached her wet and inviting love channel. Moving in slowly behind her, Jo took an ankle in each hand and pulled them wider, she raised Pat's skirt higher and aligned her black cock with Pat's thrust back gleaming pussy and bum hole. She was very tempted for the latter but went for the former.

Accompanied by a loud moan from Pat, with her clenched fists tied firmly to her ankles, Jo slid her black cock in with a sigh. Pat looked a little uncomfortable so Jo raised her ankles to her buttocks allowing Pat to stretch from her hunched position. Yes, that was much better, and Pat nodded in appreciation. Jo began to thrust slowly, holding Pat's ankles up against her buttocks, pushing the cock up to the hilt. Pat, with her head sideways on the pillow, was in heaven and breathed in the sweet aroma of the rubber pillows through her nostrils while biting down on the gag. Despite the awkward position she was revelling in the pummelling Jo was giving her.

Now Jo released Pat's ankles and gripped Pat's firm, slim corseted waist, and thrust even harder. God, how lucky can I be to meet a woman such as this, thought Pat. She's a naughty, pervy woman and I love her!

Jo was equally delirious, the harder she pushed the more the other end of the dildo was pushed into her. It was now getting on for 24 hours since she had started this “journey” and had anyone ever travelled so far?

On the inside of the base plate of the dildo there was a little thimble which was so well placed that it rubbed her clit in the most enticing way, Jo was just having a wonderful time and really didn't want it to end. She looked down at the black rubber back and corset of her lover, her head gently bobbing, and her moans barely audible now.

Then she looked down at her tight light brown bum hole, her sphincter looking like pursed lips, and she really wanted to plunder that too. What had come over her in the last day? Best not to analyse too much, she thought, just enjoy! But she couldn't resist herself. She leant over Pat, her cock withdrawing slightly, and whispered to her.

“Pat dear, I can't resist, I'm so tempted by your beautiful, tight bum hole here….I have to deflower you, I'm sorry, but it is so inviting.” Pat looked up at her, grunted a no, no, please.

“No Pat, no whining now, I will use plenty of lube and will take my time; don't worry I won't hurt you. Remember you have had a butt plug there before with the doggy tail. And remember as well that I sat on your face last night and you pushed your dildo gag right up my rear, so your turn now my dear. You must still remember that I am the dominant one, for now anyway. Now the cock is big but I will take all the time you need, and believe me,” here she chuckled, “you have lubed it very well all on your own. So now here we go, we'll take our time together, relax now, relax.”

Slowly she withdrew from the wet pussy and looked down at the tight brown sphincter, then pressed the gleaming head against the bud. Pat began to wriggle.

“Easy now, easy, relax.”

Jo ran her hand over Pat's nates trying to calm her, then coerced the head of the dildo a little harder and was pleased to see the tight mouth of Pat's rear open. Gripping the corset she moved in and the sphincter ate another inch. Pat's eyes were scrunched up and she was breathing labouredly, but Jo would not yield now. She spoke quietly.

“We'll take a breather for a minute, you are doing very well. “ She massaged the rubber covered bottom; and then passed her hand under Pat and rolled her clit between her finger and thumb to ease her discomfort. Pat seemed to relax a bit and taking her cue, Jo pressed a little more. Now she was passed the tight entry it seemed to be a trifle easier; she waited a few more seconds and then tried another inch.

“A few more inches, Pat and we'll be there. Keep calm now, nice and relaxed, it's me here, remember.” Pat mewed into her gag, and although Jo was all understanding and calm, it was clear that she would not stop now. Pat kept breathing as evenly as possible, taking in the heady aroma of the latex pillows. She clamped down on the gag, which strangely was helping her ease the discomfort.

As the seconds and then minutes went by, Pat found that her arse was beginning to ease and accept this intruder. Jo pushed another inch and was at last up to the hilt, with Pat's firm glossy buttocks up against her groin, pushing the rubber nodule of the base plate up against her clit. Jo just held it there for a few seconds, as Pat acclimatised. After the initial pain, Pat was feeling better, not great but better. Jo gently rubbed Pat's rubber dome.

“Okay, well done Pat, I haven't split you in two have I, my dear? You are taking it wonderfully and you look so good laid out in front of me like this. Now relax again, we are going to try a little movement, just a little, nothing violent, in and out a couple of inches, okay?

Pat mewed quietly but now was a lot more accustomed to the staff within her. She felt Jo pull back an inch or so and slowly push back in. Jo was still playing with her clit and she was on the edge of an orgasm anyway, and here she was being bum fucked at the same time! Then there was another withdrawal and push. In and out Jo coolly proceeded, and then increased the thrust to two inches.

“How are you doing, okay?” Jo could see that Pat's eyes were still closed but they were not scrunched up, but much more relaxed. Was this because of the attentions of Jo on her clit or because now she was getting used being bum fucked? Pat, perhaps even surprisingly to her, nodded slowly, and Jo took this to mean an inch more.

Now she drew back three inches and thrust a little harder back in, Pat mewed but did not struggle and Jo noticed her breathing was now even and strong. They had been going now for seven or eight minutes, Jo looked down at the brown mouth below her, open now and seeming to devour the black invader.

Then Pat did something wonderful, she raised her head off the pillow looked back at Jo, which was difficult in her position, nodded barely perceptibly and then turned to the other side and closed her eyes slowly. Pat seemed now at rest. Jo didn't quite know what to make of it, was she now fully accepting, inviting? She got her answer when she withdrew four inches and Pat suddenly opened her eyes, looked back at Jo, and then calmly thrust back her buttocks onto the plug!

“My God, Pat, you're incredible. Is there nothing you won't try? So, a few more minutes, okay?” Pat nodded vigorously and Jo gripped the corset and set up a steady rhythm. With each thrust now Pat gave out a tiny mew, her eyes were closed now and she seemed a long way away. Then, with all the rubbing of the base plate on her clit, Jo came in a shuddering climax. She looked down and saw Pat come too, her arse shaking as she groaned through her gag. Jo was amazed, she had come without any pussy or clit stimulation for the last five minutes; she really was astonishing.

Jo slowly eased back, withdrawing the big rubber cock very deliberately. Pat's sphincter closed tight again, it almost seemed as if it didn't want to give it up. She unstrapped it from her crotch and pulled it from herself; it was gleaming at both ends and she threw it on the floor; Toni could take care of the cleaning! She unclipped Pat's wrists from her anklets and she stretched out, showing no inclination to remove the inflatable gag.

Jo leant over her and said.

“Here, let me. ” She looked into Pat's eyes as she released the valve and the straps of the gag; she felt Pat's hands roam over her breasts and smiled as she pulled the dripping gag out. Jo still lay on top of her, to the side, as Pat took in some gulps of fresh air and moved her chin around then through her mask Jo saw her bright teeth widen to a big smile. Jo looked at the gag.

“Mmmm, that looks a bit nasty, when I am a very bad girl maybe you'll have to silence me with this.”

“It would be my true pleasure. I'm willing to expand your horizons….and your arse!”

“I bet you are, and I'm willing to try anything. You were amazing Pat, very, very brave, but I could see you were really getting into it at the end. You truly amaze me.” Her hand passed over Pat's breasts and she leant down and kissed her, hard. Pat's hand was now under Jo's short skirt and tenderly rubbing her labia, nothing aggressive, just a tender smooth caressing. Jo said.

“I want you to corset me in future, tight to fainting. This looks fabulous on you, you'll have to take it off to dress for dinner though. I thought we would dress, in honour of a special occasion, a very special occasion.” She kissed her again.

“Well I could do with a breather, that's for sure. But I have to say I love the tight grip of the corset, I feel so….strong with it on.”

“And look so stunning.” Jo added, with a peck to her cheek.

They lay resting on the bed, drifting in and out of sleep, occasionally sweeping their hands over each others bodies and kissing. Eventually Jo said.

“Come on, we have to get up, Toni will be waiting with dinner, and we wouldn't want her to be kept waiting,” she smirked, “not after what we did to her when we were late. Talk about double standards! But then, there should be different standards for slaves and mistresses, right?”

Pat laughed and nodded in agreement.

“I think she's coming along very well, she certainly looks the part all right, quite the body. She needs training in posture, sitting and walking and so forth, but she'd fool anyone at a glance. We'll get Mistress Stern of the speaker phone and fix up a time early tomorrow at her salon; according to the inside scoop in the fetish mags she's got quite a reputation, and very secretive too. No one seems to be able to pin her down, but I think she's into a lot more stuff than padded bras and feminisation. Anyway we can spend some money on clothes and discuss with her some other options for Toni. I'm not so sure he's going to be too pleased about it. But he did volunteer!”

Jo chuckled at this, as she took the key from the bedside table (Pat smiled at how easy it would have been to find it – but she wasn't complaining) and unlocked her anklets, cuffs, collar and belt. Then she went behind Pat and loosened the laces of the corset.

“You've still got room to pull it in, s we should try that tomorrow, yes?” Pat let out a sigh.

“Phew, sure, yes, but right now I need a shower. Much as I love latex I've been in this thing over 24 hours and I must stink like a pile of old car tires. Plus I've had about a hundred orgasms in it and I can feel my sweat sloshing around next to me. So, get me out, please.”

Jo pulled the zip down and helped her extricate herself. Her head popped out, her short mousy hair soaked and stuck to her skull. She pulled the suit down to her ankles, feeling a little strange, now naked in front of this other woman, particularly considering what they had been doing to each other over the previous 24 hours. Water poured from the suit onto the floor.

“Jeez, I must have lost a pint, or more, I feel positively skinny, I want to get drunk tonight, replace my fluids.” Jo looked at her in admiration, she had never really looked at a woman's body with such intensity before, but Pat, although she was literally dripping wet looked like a Greek goddess. She particularly liked the shaven pudenda!”

“Getting drunk sounds like an excellent idea, and you don't look skinny, you look fabulous.”

She got a towel and rubbed her dry like a child fresh out of the bath. Pat closed her eyes, loving the attention. Leaning up against a beautiful woman dressed in a sexy latex schoolgirl's costume did wonders for her libido. Her hands started to drift under Jo's short skirt and Jo playfully slapped them and said.

“Naughty, you'll have to wait for that, you minx. We have work to do. I want to phone Mistress Stern, what a great name, now and figure out what to do tomorrow. They sat on the bed, Pat with a towel wrapped around her but the latex sheets against her backside giving her a slight shiver. Pat pressed the speaker and phoned Mistress Stern.

Chapter Fifteen

After initial pleasantries they were pleased to find her businesslike and no-nonsense. They explained the situation; it took a while but Mistress Stern was quick and kept up with them, asking questions about Tom (Toni). They explained that Toni was perhaps not a completely willing transvestite, although he loved rubber and dressing up, but they wanted to take it further. At this Mistress Stern took a real interest. They said if he was subject to forced feminisation he might prove a little reluctant.

Mistress Stern was very reassuring, and said several of her clients, men and women, had brought men to her for feminisation against their will, but all “proceeded successfully.” Jo was interested to know what this meant but held it back for now.

“I have two places, the salon deals with, for the most part, willing feminisation candidates. Here we talk and instruct in the arts of being an attractive woman, and we have all the clothes – mainly latex and…….accoutrements that you will ever need, I assure you. We are very discreet. However I detect that you ladies want to take your new charge a little further, to an area where she may be not quite so willing to accept.”

Jo and Pat looked at each other as the silence filled the room. Jo spoke.

“Yes, yes, that is exactly what I……we want. Would it be possible for you to give us an idea of your services?” They heard Mistress Stern chuckle and were worried they had offended her, but that was not the case.

“Well….let me see, there are really no boundaries as to what I offer, only the limits of your imaginations. Believe me. If it is physically, structurally, sexually possible, then that is what I offer. To be honest with you, it is of no concern to me if the….patient is unwilling, if you are her owners then what you want….you will get.”

There was another long silence, as Jo and Pat digested this. Mistress Stern was heard to laugh.

“I can see I have either frightened the living daylights out of you, or piqued your interest, you had better tell me which.” It was Jo again who replied.

“The latter, Mistress, the latter; I am fairly new to this but it all sounds rather exciting, for us that is, not Toni.”

“And you sound like a very interesting young woman; I should like to meet you tomorrow. Let me whet your appetite for a few minutes. Not here at the salon, but elsewhere, we can pierce, brand, tattoo and implant. I do the occasional implant operation myself. We have a fully equipped theatre here. If you want her truly as your slave your..….possession, then I would suggest ringing her, most of my clients like that. Nose rings are a little obtrusive, but that can be circumnavigated by inserting a grommet in the septum permanently, and then rings can be inserted when needed. Permanent rings are more for the permanent slave who is never seen out in public. Now, ear rings, and cock and balls rings are also very popular and of course nipples. Are you still with me, do you wish me to continue?”

Both Jo and Pat had listened in silence, not in horror but a growing interest in the services being described. Pat spoke.

“Yes, yes, please continue, I assure you that we are not frightened away…..yet.”

Mistress Stern laughed at the pause.

“Very well, a brand or two, usually in a private part of the body is a lot more common than you may think. The buttocks, close to the anal passage are an excellent area. The cock now, we can tattoo that, very painful indeed, only for the most cruel and committed mistress, and the most devoted of slaves. Your man, should we call him Tom or Toni? I would suggest Toni at all times he is feminised; it helps to reinforce his submission.”

“Sounds good, thank you, we are learning so much here.”

“My dear I have hardly started. This is where it can get interesting. We can do all kinds of body tubing – catheters, anal probes and tubes, and mouth dams and tubes to the lungs or stomach. Again this is for the advanced slave, or the most cruel mistress. This slave will give up everything to his mistress – when, what and how to eat, when to breathe, and what to breathe, all bodily functions will be the control of his mistress. As I said there are no limitations here.”

Jo and Pat were now a little shocked, Jo thought she'd gone a long way in a day but this was off the map! One step at a time she thought, she wanted to keep Tom, or Toni, with the two of them, not much use having a slave if they abscond!

But what Mistress Stern said, in a macabre way, interested her, it just had to be done slowly, so Tom could get used to his decline to a submissive obedient rubber dolly. The body tubing was down the road, but the piercing and ringing, and the tattooing really interested her. Maybe even a branding!

She suggested a piercing and ringing tomorrow, but where? Here Mistress Stern seemed to read her mind.

“You are new at this and Toni is probably still in shock, but let me suggest this for tomorrow. Let's start with two piercings in each ear, I realise that he will have to explain this to his work mates but this is not so shocking in these times, plus he has the bald head so they won't be too shocked, and too bad if they are. We'll put studs in for his work and then during weekends et cetera you can put rings in. Next the nipples, absolutely crucial, Toni will be very easy to control with a chain attached to two nipple rings. Now we can put a ring round the top his scrotum, there will be a smaller ring attached to it so you can truly lead him around by his balls. I suggest all the rings be engrave, let's say “Jo's Slave” - again it reinforces his position. I think a nose grommet is a great idea, the area there is tender and being led by the nose is the most humiliating thing for them, but maybe we can leave that for a few weeks.”

Jo and Pat were short of breath, but were equally excited and agreed to all her suggestions. They then moved on to Toni's wardrobe. They gave Mistress Stern all his dimensions, she said they had a huge inventory and this would be no problem.

They indicated an interest in corsets, padded bras and panties with reinforced crotches and padded buttocks for enhancing the female form. Mistress Stern approved of all the suggestions and added a few of her own, including some intricate bondage devices.

“We shall have much fun tomorrow; you will come to the salon, as we are not doing intrusive procedures (!) it can all be done here. You might want to think of a tattoo or perhaps a brand on the buttock, he must realise there is no going back from this. His, or rather her concerns are worth nought for now. A little leniency at the start, yes, absolutely, but gradually you must pull in the line, so even he doesn't notice it. Slaves and maids gradually learn to love their enslavement, to relish in it, eventually they can't imagine life without it, or exist without it. Believe me, I have seen it a hundred timed before. You would not believe the number of men, and yes, women, who are living lives of complete and total slavery to their mistress or master. And more to the point have no intention, no wish to “escape” back to the real world, whatever that is. I shall look forward to seeing you tomorrow; I have so enjoyed our chat. You sound like two very determined young women, and it sounds like you are well along the road to being fine mistresses. Oh, and of course, I shall look forward to meeting Toni too. Bye for now.”

They were both a bit stunned but also very excited. They had warmed to Mistress Stern immediately. The upper class quiet tones belied a steely disposition. Indeed not a woman to be trifled with – and she had some fascinating suggestions. Neither of them could wait until tomorrow. As Pat helped Jo out of her schoolgirls costume she couldn't help but fondle and grapple with her. Jo in turn giggled and grabbed at Jo's boobs and bum. They were on a high.

They left all the clothes on the floor, another job for Toni, and went to the shower together, giddy almost. There followed another ten minutes in the shower, with a lot of action with the soap and fingers going everywhere. Jo washed Pat's mousy short hair and then Pat washed Jo's thick raven hair.

Pat then took a safety razor and smiling mischievously, pointed in silence to Jo's pudenda. At first Jo shook her head, but Pat put on a very bad fake pout. So Jo relented and Pat knelt and lovingly applied a thick lather of soap to Jo's bush. Of course this allowed her to ease a couple of fingers between her moist nest, but Jo gently slapped the side of her head and told her to get on with it as they didn't have all night.

As Jo stood with her legs apart, and with the shower at her back Pat tenderly stroked the razor through the thick mousse and Jo's silky bush. Jo was perhaps a little sorry to see it go, but she did find Pat's naked, shaven very arousing, and frankly hoped hers would arouse Pat in the same way, although she hadn't been holding back up to now!

As the blade passed over her she felt a ticklish sensation. To get a close cut Pat was going over the sensitive area twice and Jo mused, taking quite a long time. It now felt very sensitive indeed and she looked down to see Pat finish. She was now as bald as a baby there. Pat looked up and then down again kissing her nakedness.

“There, we're twins.”

Pat leaned into her again and kissed her, this time opening her mouth and pressing in her tongue. Jo was ready to faint. She held Pat's head as she burrowed away, nuzzling the tender pink flesh with her nose and lapping with her tongue. She bent over and lifted her up, their faces inches apart. Pat turned her around so she was facing the stream of water, she reached over her shoulder and aimed the nozzle at her newly shaven area. It was so sensitive she almost came. Pat didn't help by standing behind her and gripping her breasts in each hand. Either this could go on until we run out of water or we quit now, Jo thought.

“Okay, enough now, God, we have to get ready.” Pat pouted a little but turned off the shower and they helped rub each other dry, another opportunity for a quick grope and cuddle.

They then began selecting their attire for the evening. To make it interesting, they agreed to select each others. The pile of used rubber clothing they pushed into the corner, Toni would take care of that before they put her to bed. From now on Toni would do everything, that was the wonderful thing about having a maid, and one dressed rubber attire too.

As Jo looked at the rubber clothing in the closet, she couldn't wait to be enveloped in it again. Its cool cling, how it warmed to the body, she was even getting to like the pungent, sweet aroma. She had come so often, breathing in the addictive smell, and wrapped in its unforgiving grip.

Yes, she was addicted all right, how do you become addicted to something in a day? Well she was, the look, the smell, the feel, the touch, everything. And having someone like Pat to share this with, well she really couldn't be happier right now.

So she selected Pat's clothes with care, hoping she would like them. She helped her slide her arms into brilliant white shoulder length gloves, white bra, and panties, high cut at the sides an pressing into her vulva. Then she stepped into a garter belt, suspenders and white stockings. As she was pulling on the second one Jo said.

“I'm not sure about “virgin” white, after what we've been up to in the last day, but you look so edible in white latex. But if you're going to be the virgin, what's for me?”

“Scarlett red, I thought. You can be the wicked witch. No offence, Jo love, but I like that mean streak, that little bit of malice in you. That's what will make you a great domina. It gives you an edge, I don't know what to expect some times, makes it exciting too.” Pat approached her, and placed her arms around her. Jo looked down and saw Pat's rubber bra rest against her bare breasts.

“I hadn't seen you naked before we were in the shower, you look great Jo, but I think I prefer you in latex.”

“You know I think I prefer to be in it too. It really does wonders for your body, and your soul.”

“Libido, you mean.” Pat laughed and studied her closely, rubbing her boobs against hers.

“So, you're hooked too are you? Amazing stuff really, I don't question it, or fight it or dwell on it. Life's too short, just enjoy it.” She glanced at the bed.

“I've got you red underwear too, frightfully sinful. Can I help you dress too?”

“Of course, I wouldn't have it otherwise.”

Rather than pants and stockings, Pat had got her a pair of red latex tights, which she powdered and then helped Jo into. Jo whistled as the cool rubber was drawn up her calves, then her knees and with Pat helping, over her strong thighs. Then came her crotch and she blew out some air as it touched her freshly denuded pussy. She pulled them up further, and felt them press between her lips and right between her anal crack. She bent her legs a little and felt them ease into both crevices!

“Ooh, Pat, these are wonderful, I don't need any nodules inside. I could come right now.”

“Not right now, lover, we have a way to go yet.” Pat handed her a red latex bra. Jo slipped into it, Pat helping her at the back. The bra was tight; it pushed her up and out. And her nipples were very prominent. Pat looked at the dress on the bed.

“So this is my virginal dress you've selected?” It was her turn now and she stepped into the tight tube of snow white rubber. It was knee length, fitting her thighs tightly, she could even see the suspender clips underneath. It was tight round her bum, waist and boobs too. It was short sleeved and high necked and Jo zipped her up to the neck. Pat wriggled in it and smoothed it out.

“Mmm very virginal, and snugly too.” Only her head and shoulder blades were exposed now, all else was white. She slipped into a pair of four inch white pumps, turned and kissed Jo tenderly.

“I love it Jo, but I fear that your supposition that I may behave virginally when dressed as one, will leave you very disappointed.” Jo faked a pout.

“Oh dear, well so be it, whatever you do I'm sure won't be disappointed.”

“I hope not, I've seen you in the last day when you are crossed, although I might just test you a little, just out of curiosity.”

“Remember curiosity killed the cat, Pat.” Jo smiled, as if testing her.

“Well, maybe you can think of a fate worse than death for me, Jo, what do you say?”

“Sounds like a challenge, my dear, I like a challenge.” They were sparring, having a lot of fun with the double entendres; it was a prelude to a night of fun and frolic. But it would be interesting to see who would want to take the upper hand, and if the other party would allow it! Pat picked up a large bundle of red rubber.

“Now, for you my dear, I have something very special. You said you wanted to be corseted. Well, this dress has a corset built into it. Okay, put these elbow length gloves on first and the sleeves of the dress will cover them down to your wrists. You're going to be covered from head to toe in glorious scarlet latex.”

As Jo slowly pulled on the gloves, eliminating all the creases, Pat placed a pair of red high heeled shoes at her feet, and Jo stepped into them.

“Woo, these are high, these must be five or six inches Pat. I've never worn them this high before.”

“Don't worry, you'll get used to them.” Pat replied with a knowing smile. She held out the red rubber dress and Jo slipped her arms into the tight full-length sleeves. Once her hands were through, Pat zipped down a three inch zip at each wrist to make them almost airtight. The back was double zipped and Pat zipped the back up to a high rigid collar.

“Wow, this feels like one of those collars you see accident victims wear. Are you sure it's meant to be this high?” Pat pulled Jo's hair behind her ears and into a sleek pony tail.

“Don't worry, you look great.” She kissed her under her ear and just above the collar. The lower zip she pulled down to mid thigh, drawing her legs closer together, although the zip went down to her ankles. To Jo, the dress seemed very narrow, although she had to admit it showed off her figure, her backside, and her boobs very nicely indeed.

The corset was not laced but buckled, with at least ten buckles down the back from under her firm pouty boobs to just above her crotch. Then Pat said.

“Hey, Jo how about those nice steel bracelets? They'll offset the red dress nicely.” Jo nodded.

“Sure, and the steel belt too, it will hold my waist in nicely. For God's sake don't lose the key.” She laughed as Pat looked at her in a strange way.

“What do you take me for, Jo?”

“Just kidding, I'm in your hands, lover.”

“And aren't I the lucky one.” And they both laughed as Jo helped Pat fold and lock the thick rubber lined steel cuffs on her wrists. Pat kissed her again.

“God, you look good enough to eat.”

“Later darling, later,” Jo joked, “okay, tighten me up, I want to be gasping.

“Your wish is my command, oh great domina!”

And Pat began to pull in each of the straps and buckle them together. Having got all ten done fairly loosely, she then began to tighten each one again. Soon Jo's figure was becoming a pleasant hourglass shape. Jo thought that this was over now, but then Pat started to pull in each buckle a further notch. Jo was beginning to take short breaths.

“Okay, that's enough I think.”

“Well, my dear you asked for it.” She wrapped the steel belt around her waist and ratcheted it snug against the dress.

“Hope you know where the key is!”

“Oh, don't you worry about that.” Pat replied. “And now for the piece de resistance – God I hate that phrase, close your legs Jo, closer now.”

Pat slowly drew the zip down and down, past her knees, her calves and as far as her ankles. It was only then that it dawned on Jo that she was effectively imprisoned in the dress. She couldn't bend over to get at the zip and she couldn't reach behind herself to get at the buckles. She could take steps of only seven or eight inches as she tried to totter around the room in the high heels. She didn't feel too comfortable at all.

Pat stood back in her virginal white and admired her work, a sly smile creasing her face. Jo, corseted and hobbled looked at her quizzically.

“There couldn't be an ulterior motive here could there Pat?”

Pat was all innocence and approached her, wrapping her arms around her, pecking her nose.

“Nope, only to see you in all your scarlet glory, but,” she raised her eyebrows, “perhaps a little vulnerable. Come on let's eat, Toni will have it on the table by now, or at least she better have.”

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.

Chapter Seventeen

Then they went inside to Tom's room, where they found him lying on the bed, looking a bit lonely. He was still in his maid's costume complete with bonnet. Like a good maid they noticed he had cleaned and returned all the clothes to the closet. Jo ordered him up and out to clean up all the dishes and lock up. Jo went and got two drinks and returned to the rubber room and they both lay down on the latex sheets and thought about they would do to Tom. After a while, Pat spoke.

“I'd like him to watch us make love tonight; making love with each other on this bed. That would be a good reinforcement, a reminder of his position. What do you think?”

“Great.” Jo sniggered. “The lovemaking bit I really like. But how do we get him to watch?” Pat leaned over on her side and ran her finger round Jo's nipples.

“Well, we have an inflatable cocoon here, it has reinforcing D rings all over it and I thought we could suspend him above the bed from the bar there. He would be facing the bed, horizontally; it covers the whole body except an oval at the face and the groin. So we can punish his cock, catheter him, put an inflatable sac around it, and the face area, well we can mask him, gag him, whatever.” Jo kissed pat on her forehead.

“My, you're a devious one, and I love you for it. Okay, let's do it. He should be finished by now. Let's get him down here.”

Blissfully unaware of his fate, Tom returned shortly to the rubber room.

“We're going to put you to bed Toni; you won't give us any trouble will you?” Jo looked at her “former” husband, their relationship changed irrevocably. He was no longer a husband; but a plaything, a maid, a slave.

“Firstly I'm sure you want to get rid of that enema, so you can go to the toilet there and get all cleaned out. While you are there, clean the butt plug and bring it back, we might want to put it back, or replace it with a bigger one!” She looked at Pat, who raised her eyes in agreement and nodded.

After he had completed his very uncomfortable ablutions Tom returned to the room, where Jo and Pat were getting a large array of clothing and equipment from the closet. They stripped him of his clothes down to his stockings, bra and corset; his body firmly held in the tight grip of the reinforced rubber. Pat released him of the bra and as if in an afterthought, loosened the laces on the corset…..and then pulled them in a further half inch. He winced, but was secretly enjoying the rigid grip.

Before placing him in the cocoon, Jo produced a full head mask in thick rubber, and with no zip. There were two small lenses and over the mouth and nose a mask similar to an aviator's mask. At the end of the mask was a metal screw nozzle. As Tom stood still, Jo and Pat, with difficulty, pulled it over his bald head and down to his neck. Now his head was shaven the tight rubber felt very sensitive to his skin. He peered out of the lenses, silent, now masked corseted, and stockinged. Jo held out the cocoon and without demur Toni, former husband and now transvestite maid stepped into the rear zip.

He had only been in it once before and didn't particularly like it, but now that was in the past. They pulled the bag up to his hips and opened it out for him to slip his arms into the internal sleeves. Jo pulled the top of the bag away for his chest and obediently and without any words from any of them, he dipped his head into it. She smoothed out the flaccid hood around his helmet; only his lenses and the nose and mouthpiece were visible.

Without any ceremony Pat zipped him in, within a few seconds he had been made utterly powerless and entirely dependant on them. He was now entombed in rubber for as long as they wished. Jo pulled his cock and balls through the crotch hole, the only exposed parts of his body. Pat fixed the valve at the bottom of the suit to a mechanical air hose and turned it on. Within seconds the inner skin of the cocoon began to expand and squeeze closer to him.

At the rear of the suit there were a myriad of rings which Jo started to attach to chains suspended from the bar above the bed. All this was done very efficiently, without any talking between them, as if they had practised it before. Pat next attached a sac-like object around his cock and balls tightening a strap at the base.

He'd never experienced this before; Pat must have bought this on the sly. The sac fitted tightly round his cock…….but it got a lot tighter when Pat, with a smirk and an inflator in her hand, began to pump it up. Suddenly the pressure on his cock and balls increased as Pat pumped and pumped until his cock stuck out of the bag like an obscene eight inch long and two inch diameter red rubber dildo. To make matters worse the air hose had pumped up the cocoon until it was now as tight as a drum. He no longer resembled a human, except for the cock perhaps, but a bloated shiny black sausage, with a red face piece and nozzle almost enveloped. He looked out at Jo and she nodded approvingly.

He was not able to move an inch and they had not finished with him yet. Pat slyly handed something to Jo, who then examined it and grinned as well, but nothing was said. Tom peered out of the lenses but only made it out when Jo displayed it in front of him. Out of the steel screw cap that would fit into his nozzle extended a thick red rubber cock, and from the other end there was an eighteen inch corrugated rubber hose with at the end a large rubber bag with valve attached. Again he'd never seen this before; Pat had clearly done some shopping in the last few weeks. And now he was paying for it!

It needed no instructions and with an almost….almost sympathetic smile Jo placed the cock gag at the entrance to the mouthpiece, and then, quite gently, pushed it in. he was not in any position to keep his mouth closed and so he opened wide to accept the intruder, thick and cold and pungent. He mmmffed as she pushed it in further.

“There, there Tom, too late to whine now, your goose is properly cooked; now accept this nice tasty cock.” Once in it kept his mouth well open and wrapped round it and he was forced to breathe through his nostrils. He immediately was assailed by the strong aroma of latex, from the inhalation bag at the end of the hose. The valve controlled the oxygen intake, but he seemed to be getting pure rubber! He felt almost dizzy; cocooned in latex in an unyielding suffocating grip, corseted, his mouth plugged and forced to breathe rubber scented air, his cock and balls squashed by another rubber cocoon.

Through eye contact he tried to plead with his mistresses, beautiful, cruel and unforgiving. Jo went to the wall and began to winch his rubber mummified body off the ground. One second he was on his tiptoes and then he was swinging slowly, his red rubber cock pointing out horizontally. Then his angle was changed and his upper body began to tip forward and his legs were pulled to the rear. Very shortly he was horizontal above the bed, his breathing tube flopping below him and his cock sac pointing down.

No, he would miss nothing. He swung imperceptibly, and could only wait for his mistresses to prepare themselves for a night of pervy fun and frolic.