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                                 Bondage/airubb13
                                     Dr. Hevea
                              Adventures in Rubber - 13
                "I have something very special in mind for you, dear," muttered Mr.
                    Dodds, as he unlocked Mandy's door.  For a moment, he stared
                appreciatively at Mandy's rubber-covered form, held immobile by the
                dozens of straps stretched out from her legs, arms, head, and torso.
                He watched in silent appreciation as she shifted slightly, trying to
                 relieve the strain in her limbs and waist induced by the fiendish
                bondage suit.  A faint moan issued from the thick red rubber helmet.
                Mandy thought she heard a faint click that might have been the door
                 opening.  She resolved not to act beaten, even though her tortured
                waist had turned numb hours ago.  Actually, she had found the whole
               affair so far to have been rather pleasant, for although she might be
              dominant and tough on her lover and slave, Flora, she became positively
                  week-kneed when faced with Mr.  Dodds' handsome face and perfect
               etiquette.  Despite his gentlemanly manners, he was the creator of the
                    most bizarre methods of fetishistic dominance Mandy had ever
                                            experienced.
               She felt disoriented, almost weightless, as indeed she might, with her
               limbs, torso, and head evenly but firmly suspended from the bed rails.
               She shifted slightly, a gobbet of warm KY jelly squelching between her
                   crotch.  Despite herself, she let out a soft moan in delight.
              Dodds smiled as he pulled the massager onto his hand.  He moved towards
                                      Mandy's immobile form...
                Without warning, Mandy suddenly felt a firm pressure on her crotch,
               followed immediately by waves of powerful vibrations.  She writhed in
               new arousal, pushing her mound into the vibrations.  She felt the warm
                   throbbing build within her, letting out a small squeal as she
              approached her orgasm.  As suddenly as they had started, the vibrations
                 ceased, and despite her efforts to complete it, she couldn't quite
                    climax.  She whined with frustration, all pretenses of pride
                                             destroyed.
              Dodds smiled.  "I see you are still enjoying yourself," he said loudly,
                    so that she might hear him within the tight fitting helmets.
                "I don't know about you, love," he continued, "but I am ready for a
               change." He began untying the straps suspending her over the bed.  "I
               hope you have plenty of energy left," he added, "you're going to need
                                                it."
               When he had her down from her elevated position, he freed her arms and
                legs of straps, and stood her upright.  Shortly, he had stretched a
                strap from the top of her helmet to the top rail of the bed, forcing
                                       her to stand straight.
                Finally, to Mandy's relief, she felt him unlacing the heavy bondage
              suit.  As the corset laces came loose, she let out a sigh, and breathed
               deeply, her aching waist quivering as unused muscles returned to life.
                  If not for the strap holding her up by the head, she might have
               collapsed, so weak was her waist and back.  She felt wobbly, as if her
               torso itself were made of rubber.  Soon she felt the heavy suit being
                stripped away, and then to her delight, hands massaging her breasts
                             through the thin latex of her inner suit.
               Damn, that feels good! she thought.  She couldn't stand it any longer-
                 she had to have him.  She wiggled and squirmed up against him, no
                longer caring what he did to her, or how desperate she looked, only
              wanting to be satisfied.  Alas, it was not to be.  He stepped back from
               her.  She could not move forward without strangling herself within the
                                           tight helmet.
                 Then light blinded her as the suit's hood was unlaced and removed.
               Dodds had pulled out a small pair of scissors and was snipping away at
                 the rubber tape covering the rear zipper of the second suit.  In a
                minute he had it uncovered, and the remnants of glue and tape peeled
                   away.  He unzipped this too, and let it fall to the floor, her
                              collected sweat streaming down her body.
               She gazed in silence at this incredible man, who could turn her pride
                                and temerity to jelly with a glance.
                  He smiled again. "How do you like my visit so far?" he enquired.
               "Not bad... But you know, you're going to make it damn hard for me to
                play the domineering bitch, after being mistreated like this!  Every
              time we meet, it ends up like this- me groveling at your feet while you
                dream up new, er, torments for me.  I really wish you'd call before
              dropping in.  And you might at least have asked my permission to top my
                                           slaves first."
                  "Ah yes, well," Dodds replied, "I am not in the habit of asking
              permission of my slaves for anything.  And you know I couldn't have had
                nearly as much fun if I'd given you fair warning.  Besides, I called
                                       last time, remember?"
              "Sure, you called to order me over to England!  By the time I got back,
               Flora was nearly out of her head wondering whether I was coming home.
               Say, what have you done with the others?  You know I'm going to have a
                     hell of a time handling Jason after this stunt of yours."
              "Now don't worry, love, I've thought of everything.  First of all, they
                 have their own problems to think about right now, I wouldn't worry
                about them.  And secondly.... secondly, WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME,
              SLAVE?!" He grinned slightly as she cowered at his feet.  "Get into the
                               shower, you smell like a locker-room!"
               She scooted, smiling very slightly to herself.  Truth to tell, she was
                a bit whiff, having sweated out untold hours tightly bound and laced
                down, and rubber body suits were not known for their breathability.
               She was grateful for the chance to get clean.  She spent almost a half
                 hour under the steaming water, luxuriating in the needle spray and
                wishing she had a shower massager, that she might relieve the sexual
                  tension she had built up over the last few hours.  She seriously
                considered masturbating only for a moment though, for she knew Dodds
               could walk in at any moment, and he would be furious if he caught her.
                   He preferred his slaves to get their stimulation from whatever
                      "torture" he dreamed up... to rely upon him for release.
                 She dried off slowly, her core still warm with the memory of those
              unexpected vibrations.  She assumed that Dodds would be putting another
               all-enclosing outfit of some kind on her, since that seemed to be his
              particular fetish this year.  So she dried herself even more thoroughly
                 and, after powdering herself all over with talcum, she exited the
                   bathroom.  Like a butterfly from it's chrysalis, she thought.
                Dodds seemed unimpressed with his butterfly, however.  He did smile
              appreciatively, even licked his lips suggestively, but he said nothing,
               just waved her towards him where he sat on the bed next to yet another
                 pile of garments and gear.  He held something up.  It was a large
                     plastic , hollow,  with big holes in it.  It had a largish
                hose attached.  From her experience, Mandy thought that the hose was
               too large, it looked like it would allow an awfully fast flow.  It was
                obvious what his intentions were, so she bent over obediently.  When
               she was suitably plugged, he motioned for her to sit down on the bed.
                                   She did, with a little groan.
                He remained silent as she sat down next to the pile, and with a grin
                and a little flourish, he produced two small foam ear plugs from his
                breast pocket.  Under his watchful eye, she inserted them carefully
                into her ears.  Her eyes grew just a little wide as her world became
                 silent and she tried to imagine what new ideas he had in store for
                        her.  She hoped he would finally allow her to come.
              "Get into that."  He said it loudly, so that she might hear through the
                 ear plugs.  He pointed at a black pile of rubber on the bed.  She
              picked it up.  She recognized it as her own.  It was her thickest suit,
                custom-fitted to her measurements, made from two laminated layers of
                heavy weight latex, making it nearly an eighth-inch thick.  She had
                only worn it on a few occasions; while motorcycling, or when walking
                outside in wet weather, and once in the summer sun when she had felt
                 particularly masochistic.  It was ideal for keeping dry, as it had
              attached feet, heavy gloves, an open-faced hood and a watertight zipper
                like those used in diver's suits.  It was also the devil to put on,
                since it fit skin-tight, and the thick rubber didn't stretch easily.
                 As she handled it however, she felt something different about it.
                  Closer examination revealed that apparently, Mr. Dodds had made
                                   extensive modifications to it.
                "How could you?" Mandy scolded.  "This suit cost me over a thousand
               dollars!  Just because you own half a dozen companies, and can afford
                   what ever exotic gear you like doesn't mean I can!   I expect
                                            you...MMPh!"
               Mr. Dodds had shoved the toe of a patent leather shoe in her mouth to
                shut her up.  "Now you listen to me, you little minx!" he said.  "I
                 have gone to considerable trouble and expense to bring this little
               circus to you, and I expect you to show the proper gratitude!  As for
                 your precious suit, it isn't as if it were the only one you have.
              Maybe Kris Kringle will bring you a better one this Christmas, but only
                                    if you're a very good girl."
                               He knew she hated to be called a girl.
               "Now why don't you save your tongue for what it is best at," he added,
                "and look over my work- you may find that wearing this suit will be
                                        quite pleasurable."
                Mandy stared sullenly over the high-heeled shoe filling her mouth at
                                    the strange suit in her lap.
               There were now many small rubber bumps lining the molded breast cups.
                Stranger yet, the breast cups were now huge rounded cones, hard and
                heavy to the touch, and each had a small jack connector at the tip,
                                        like chrome nipples.
              The seat of the suit had also been heavily modified.  There was a thick
                   at the front of the crotch, with numerous little rubber fingers
                    above it.  To the rear of the  was a reinforced hole in the
                                              crotch.
               The front of the crotch had another large, hard, and weighty addition
                molded on, shaped roughly like an athletic cup.  On the outside, it
               looked like her natural mons, but greatly exaggerated.  It too, had a
                                    jack connector in the front.
                Her favorite had been made into a "grope suit", and a severe-looking
                one at that.  She stared at Mr. Dodds with renewed respect, and some
                                            trepidation.
                   "Well? What are you staring at?  Get into it!" he admonished.
                She knew it could not be put on without lubrication, and Dodds must
                 have realized this, as he handed her a large jug of viscous fluid.
               "Here, this is better than wasting a dozen tubes of KY.  It's the same
                      silicone stuff I sent you, so it won't hurt the rubber."
               She poured a third of the thick, slimy liquid inside, and smoothed it
                into every cranny of the suit.  Then she liberally greased her body
                with more of it, revelling in the sexual feelings it aroused as she
                caressed her slippery body.  The greasy goo felt warm when spread on
              the skin, like expensive massage oil.  Almost eagerly, she began to put
                                            on the suit.
                     Dodds indicated that she should thread the hose from her 
               through the hole in the crotch of the suit.  There was a plastic ring
              on the hose that stopped the hose from coming any further out, and left
                              several inches of slack inside the suit.
                With her body so well-greased, it took no time at all before she had
                the thick suit pulled up to her neck, then she looked enquiringly at
              Mr.

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 Dodds for help.  He helped pull the arms and gloves on, then zipped
                the back up to her shoulder blades.  Apparently unsatisfied with her
                 lube job, he pulled out the neck, and added the rest of the jug of
                  greasy fluid, which she thought at first was overkill, until she
                 realized that Dodds never did anything without a good reason.  She
               shuddered as she felt it slowly slither down her back, the tight suit
                 spreading it out across her skin.  He dribbled the last bit on her
                    head, rubbing it into her hair, and over her face and neck.
                            Finally, he removed the shoe from her mouth.
              "Open wide," he said, holding up an atomizer.  She did as she was told,
                hoping that whatever he had in mind didn't taste too bad.  The cool
                       spray was bitter, and made her mouth and tongue numb.
              "Now swallow," he added.  She swallowed.  He repeated the process twice
                more.  It didn't suprise her when he stuffed something else into her
              mouth.  It was some kind of form-fitting gag made of plastic, that kept
                her mouth open slightly, yet her teeth fit into it, and when it was
                seated, it was quite comfortable.  With her tongue, she could feel a
                                       large hole though it.
               Mr. Dodds was holding the open hood of the suit in front of her face.
                About the time she realized that something was very different about
               that hood, he quickly pulled it over her head, and zipped the suit the
                             rest of the way, up the back of the hood.
               He's changed the hood! she thought.  She knew he was perfectly capable
                of it, for he was a first-rate rubber craftsman; he had even started
                     his own company to make rubber goods for other kinky folk.
                She realized now that he had removed the suit's original open-faced
                  hood, and replaced it with a totally enclosed helmet of the same
                thickness.  This one had soft pads over the eyes and ears, and what
                felt like a surgical- style oxygen mask covering her mouth and nose.
               She was certain, though, that any surgeon would have been horified at
                 the use this one was being put to.  The zipper had pulled the hood
              tight, pressing the pads into her eyes and ears, and she knew she would
                                be totally deaf until he removed it.
                  The face portion, as well, was brought tightly against her lips,
                 revealing that a good-sized hole had been left at the mouth of the
                                              helmet.
                   Knowing Mr. Dodds, she was certain it wouldn't stay unplugged.
              "Now comes the difficult part, I'm afraid," she heard faintly.  He must
              have been shouting, so that she could hear him through the thick helmet
                 and ear plugs.  She felt something small and soft intruding in her
                                               mouth.
                                     "Swallow this," she heard.
                Oh, no, she thought.  God damn it, not this.  Please, I'll throw up!
                The soft thing pressed against the back of her throat.  Whatever it
                 was, it wasn't very big.  Shit, she thought, a stomach tube?!  She
                could only feel it as a faintly detectable pressure, so numb was her
              mouth and throat.  Okay, remain calm, she told herself.  He's obviously
               anesthetized your throat, you should be able to do this.  It won't be
                much worse than deep throating George.  She chewed on the end of the
               soft rubber tube for a second, salivating a little, hoping to fool her
                  stomach that she was just swallowing food, like a long piece of
                                             spaghetti.
               She really had no choice, she realized, since he could force the hose
                   through her gag until she choked on it if he really wanted to.
               Eventually, to her suprise, she managed to swallow the end of the tube
                                       without even retching.
                  Just barely, she could feel it sliding down her throat.  It felt
                obscene, an intrusion into her body where such things didn't belong.
                Dodds watched the slow progress of the tube as he gently fed it into
                her mask.  When a taped mark on the tube reached the mask, he slid a
                  metal coupling along the tube until it seated in the mouth hole,
                                       sealing the junction.
              The stomach tube came out a small hole in the side of the fitting.  All
                that was left was to attach a small puffer bulb to a valve above the
                 breathing tube, and with a few pumps, the inflatable skirt of the
                          oxygen mask swelled and sealed against her face.
               Dodds must have been finished, at least temporarily, as Mandy felt him
              guide her to her feet, lead her by the hand out the door, then down the
                                               hall.
                 She was surprised he hadn't put boots or shoes on her, he usually
                considered some kind of uncomfortable foot wear de rigueur with his
                                              outfits.
               As she moved, she delighted to feel her suit sliding around her.  The
                excess oil was too thick and light weight to slosh, but the suit was
              somewhat loose on her body, sliding over her skin very sensually as she
                  walked toward the elevator.  She revelled in her aroused state,
                 deliberately swaying her hips and lengthening her stride.  She was
               rewarded with many little caresses within her suit.  She felt the big
                 rod macking in the grease, and the little bumps rubbing across her
                   nipples, grabbing at her labia and searching for her clitoris.
               Her heart thumped excitedly as they entered the elevator cage and she
                wondered what further devious ideas Dodds had in store.  The sexual
              feelings she had just experienced were so strong, she knew it would not
                take much more before she got off.  They dropped like a stone to the
                        ground floor, then took the stairs to the basement.
               The small amount of exercise thus far had already turned her suit into
                  a mild sauna, the silicone lubricant warming slowly to her body
                 temperature.  She certainly couldn't feel the slight chill of the
                basement.  At the foot of the stairs, they turned right, cueing her
               that they had headed into the room she often used for enemas or other
              watersports, as it had a sink and a floor drain.  She had begun to feel
               heavy and fuzzy-headed, and she wondered what drug Dodds had given her
                                             this time.
                 Shortly she was forcibly lowered to the floor, and she felt Dodds'
                   hands brush her side as he did something around her body.  She
                 shivered, her sense of touch overly sensitive due to her isolated
                  state.  Before long though, she was standing again, only to find
               herself being walked over to, and strapped into, the upright rack she
                                         had built herself.
               Dodds smiled grimly as he switched on the light.  He paused inside the
               door, gazing around the room in anticipation.  The spraying equipment
               stood ready in one corner of the room, the respirator in another.  To
                 one side stood Mandy's circular bondage board, a motorized, padded
                wooden slab to which a slave could be fastened and rotated.  He had
              already prepared the table on which he would mount his specimen: in the
                middle of the floor sat a large platform, tilted on bearings, like a
                giant see-saw.  A shaft connected under one side disappeared into a
                large machine on the floor.  The panel was nothing more than a full
               sheet of 1" plywood, over which he had laminated a thick black rubber
                  sheet with latex cement.  He lay Mandy back upon the table, then
                                carefully chalked her outline on it.
                 This done, he manhandled her over to her standing bondage rack and
               strapped her up to it.  For a moment, he admired her exquisite shape.
               Although she certainly didn't have the body of a Cosmo cover girl, the
                shiny black latex covering her body made her, in Mr. Dodds eyes, the
                 ideal woman.  Each curve of her body, the long, muscular legs, her
                ample hips, was made silky-smooth by the wonderful material.  If she
              didn't have the more classic beach beauty figure that Flora sported, it
                  was of no matter, he preferred his women to look like WOMEN, not
                                               girls.
                 The additions to the suit gave her a sexier, postmodern look.  The
                  huge, rounded cones of her breasts jutting straight out, and the
                 mounded cleft between her legs, emphasized her female shape to the
                point of caricature.  She might be a modern store-window mannequin,
                Dodds thought, but one that few window dressers would dare display.
               With a sigh, he returned to his work.  He got out a large tin of latex
               glue and carefully painted-in Mandy's outline upon the slab.  While it
                  dried, he examined  a set of hoses and fittings attached to the
                          equipment in the corner, handling them lovingly.
               "Ever since I watched your slave Flora suffer this at your hands, I've
                       longed to try it out on you," Dodds announced softly.
              Apparently the ear plugs, covered by the helmet's thick pads, prevented
                              her from hearing, for she gave no sign.
               When the glue had dried, Dodds guided her backward to the edge of the
                slab, positioning her feet with care.  He opened his glue can again,
               and coated the entire back of her suit with the latex cement.  When he
                  was satisfied with the job, he stood astride her body, and after
               threading her enema tube through a small hole, slowly leaned her back
                                           onto the slab.
                Moving with care, he firmly pressed each portion of her body against
                the layer of glue, permanently bonding her suit to the slab.  A few
              more touches of glue cemented her arms, hands, even each finger down to
                                        the rigid platform.
               For a few moments, he left the room.  The distant sound of a car door
                slamming was heard...  ...but within her rubber prison, Mandy heard
                  nothing.  She squirmed a bit, marvelling at the wholly pleasant
                  sensation of being enveloped in a warm and slippery womb.  The 
              pushed in a bit as she moved, and she tried to encourage it.  She found
               that she could shift a few inches within the thick rubber suit.  This
                 also had the pleasant effect of massaging her breasts within their
                       cups.  It felt delicious, but it wasn't quite enough.
               While she waited for the next addition to her adventure, she tried to
               rise up, knowing it would annoy Dodds, but her suit seemed to be glued
                                           to the table.
                  Dodds returned, carrying a large metal box equipped with several
               buttons and knobs, and a lamp cord, which he plugged into the wall.  A
              coiled lead was plugged into the jack at her crotch and another to each
              breast-cup.  The other end of each lead he connected to the control box
                which he set on the floor.  The hose from her rear he connected to a
                bulging enema bag, which he hung on one of the hooks of the bondage
                                               wheel.
                His last task  was to wheel over Mandy's portable respirator unit, a
              device she used with some of her more outlandish bondage ideas.  It was
                  intended as a safeguard, supplying life-giving air to a slave in
                 complicated or severe bondage.  She had added cylinders of nitrous
                oxide and oxygen to spice up the air being sent to a slave.  She had
              used it more than once to knock out Flora, then awaken her later, stuck
                             in some new and bizarre bondage situation.
                Dodds connected the respirator hose to the fitting at Mandy's mouth,
               and the stomach tube to another enema bag on a stand.  At last, with a
               flick of the switch, the little unit started with a hum, pumping with
                                        an alternating hiss.
              Dodds walked back to her supine form and experimentally wiggled each of
                   the plugs where they were attached to those outlandish looking
              breasts.  The anonymous but shapely figure within moaned with delight (
                  or frustration ), but did not move visibly.  He looked over the
               connections at her mouth, the air hose, the seal of the stomach tube,
               the tubing from her rear.  Satisfied that all was as it should be, he
                began to spread old newspapers around her rigid form and the panel.
                This done, he wheeled over the other equipment dolly that had stood
                           waiting in the corner for this very moment...
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