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Caught In The Act |
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The Beginning |
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BY CHERI |
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Chapter 1 |
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| We will start out to explain how this story was thought of and brought to be.��� As a young boy I have always had this love for rubber and plastics.� I used to get all the rubber items I could find, like old rubber inner tubes, plastic shower curtains, rubber girdles and any type of clothing made of rubber or plastic.� I would take these items and go to my room, and dress in as much of it as possible.� I would writher in ecstasy and force myself to come, most of the time I would have on a rubber condom to make sure that I would not make a mess on the items (especially my mothers rubber girdle, as if she would find out would probably threaten to kill me).� I would do this as often as I thought I could get away with it without being caught.�� The story that you are about to read is more of a fantasy than reality, but someday as I continue to write this, I will try to experiment with some of the contents of this story.�� All names have been changed to protect the innocent (and guilty).�� To give you a little background about me; At the time of writing this story I am in my 40?s, five foot eleven inches tall, weigh a mere 135 pounds, have a very slim body, I have a college degree but am not able to find jobs in my field so I have turned to doing any job that I can find, at present I am a truck driver and haul mostly oversized loads like mobile homes, yachts and industrial large loads, and I do enjoy this type of work for it gives me a chance to wear my rubber items in the privacy of my motel rooms (I have also worn them while I drive but only items that I can hide under my street clothing).�� I have had a fetish for rubber since I was a young child, but was always afraid that others would think that I was weird and would not be wanted as a friend.�� I am married and have one child and my wife is not one that wishes to be a part of anything that is not ?normal? so that makes it to where I have to enjoy my love of rubber by myself, even though I do wear a rubber shirt or suit when I am at home, and she believes that I only wear it because of my back problem, which is true I do wear it for that reason but not the only reason.�� I have found that wearing rubber items brings out a special feeling that only a rubberist knows and I feel that all that do not believe or don?t want to be considered kinky are truly missing out on a very special feeling.�� Please remember that the contents of this story are for the most part fictional.�� I am not a writer by trade or any other means so when you ready this story, I hope that you will enjoy it and welcome any comments or suggestions on how to improve on it, please feel free to email me at [email protected] with your comments and suggestions. |
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| I was home, all alone and not much to do.� It was Friday night and the weekend had only begun.� I thought for a while and decided to play.� I got out my bag, which I keep all of my items of play in, and then the powder.� I powdered up my body, making sure I covered all of me. First came the rubber panties with plug, the plug also had an addition, the plug had electrodes put on near the top so that a tens unit could be used, and a little nub pad near the base.� I put these on and inserted the plug, as the nubs went in I started to get aroused and my penis stood half erect, trying to keep it from full erection as to prolong the play.�� Now came the long line rubber bra and the breast prosthesis (which are a size 38DD), to make it even more erotic, I also had made pads from a rubber auto floor mat to fit on the breast prosthesis and also on my buns so that when I walked they would move and cause the erotic poking sensation that I now felt, and to add to this there are tens pads which fit right over the nipples.� Looking in the mirror, I was starting to feel the sensations of the rubber and admiring my look.� I have a 30-inch waist and that helped to make the breasts look proportional and beautiful.�� Next came the rubber stockings and corset, again admiring myself in the mirror.� Now the hard part came, putting on the catsuit which I purchased from DeMask, and had large torpedo style bust cups and sliding into them aroused my senses even more.� Since my breasts were quite small in the torpedo cups of the suit I added balloons filled with water so that it would have a natural bounce to them, I then brought the suit all the way up, bending my head to insert it into the built on hood, then zipping it closed from the bottom of my back all the way up to the hood.� Taking off the pull string from the zipper and locking a small lock onto the locking ring on top of the hood, I was now fully captured without any way to escape from it.� One set of keys to the lock along with several others had been put into a small lock box, this was considered my emergency box and was placed in the bathrooms linen closet and the key to it was put in the medicine cabinet, but the keys that I would use to unlock them where placed in a baggy and then frozen inside a one gallon mayonnaise jar.� |
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| I put on a pair of six-inch stiletto heeled pumps and buckled the straps then walked around the room, making sure that I could feel the nubs working on my nipples and buns, the pumps made my breasts bounce with each step which also made the nubs move and arousing every sensation in my body.�� I turned on the tens unit to where I could barely stand it inside me and on my breasts and walked out to the kitchen, getting the feel of all that was there, the plug danced inside me and the nubs worked very hard on my already excited nipples and the tens shock was making me quiver with each new step, as I reached the kitchen I turned the tens off and sat down at the dining chair to allow myself some rest for the journey back.�� All had gone well up to this point, except I had more to put on before the games could begin.�� Going back to the bedroom to get more things on, I started to shudder from the oncoming orgasm, I had to stop about half way down the hall to keep myself from getting off.�� Slowly I continued down the hall till finally I make it to the bedroom.� I sit down at the end of the bed and allow myself to compose myself, and look at the rest of the items still lying on the bed waiting for me to put on.� Still pretty well aroused, I decide to lie back on the bed and relax pulling off the stiletto pumps fore these are only meant for when I would have to walk around a lot.��� |
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| I had laid on the bed about a half hour and was now relaxed enough to continue to dress.�� I got up and put on the rubber corset and tightened it to where it toke my breath away, cinching me down to about a 24 inch waist.� I picked up my rubber seven-inch stiletto ankle boots and put them on, now making it very difficult to walk and with the tens unit I may not be able walk at all.� Next came the rubber hobble dress, I made it with extra thick rubber had built in bust cups like the catsuit and long sleeves with gloves a built on neck corset and the skirt was to the floor with six buckled straps, from mid thigh to bottom of skirt on the back to allow tightening of the hobble from twelve inch steps to almost a stand still, it also zipped up the back starting at just below the waist and going to the neck where the neck corset would buckle and hide the zipper end, and a convenience three way zipper that allowed easy access to the crotch and could be zipped open from the bottom up.� Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I try to bend enough to start the dress up my legs, it seemed as it was taking me forever, but finally it was up to my waist.� Now getting it up the rest of the way, was going to be another challenge, first I had to get my hands and arms into the long sleeves and then came the bust, now at least a size 38GG.� Finally it was on and now the neck corset was the only thing left to buckle in place, this would make it almost impossible to move my head, so it was the last item to be done up.� Looking at the clock this had taken me almost three hours to accomplish.� All that protruded from the catsuit and the dress was a set of wires that would be connected to the tens unit.��� The tens units had its own little pouch built onto the dress just below the back zip that ran up my back, and had a snap cover so that it could not fall out nor would I have access to the controls once snapped.����� |
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| Now came the next project, the hood and gag.� In my almost immobile state, I reached for the glass of water and took a long drink, then took the inflatable breath through gag, inserting and seating it in my mouth.�� Then the hood with only nose and eye openings and a small hole for the gags tubes was put on.� The eyes had only the perspects in which to look through making it difficult to see clearly.� Inserting the nose tubes so that I can breath now with both mouth and nose and putting the edge of the hood under the neck corset and buckling it.� With all that on, I sat back down, now almost completely out of breath from the struggles.�� I was laying on the bed in a daze from all that had gone on, when suddenly I thought that I heard a door open, but figured it couldn't be and I was hearing things through this hood besides the door was locked, then I heard as the door was closed and thought, damn, I could have sworn that I locked the door, and the only person that would have the key would be... I thought to myself, but she was on a business trip out west and wasn't due back till next week.� And then I ask myself, why did she come here and not to her own house?��� Patti, my girl friend, didn't know about my fetish, and now she is here, what do I do now, with no place to go.�� I was completely suited and was in a slow motion state, could I get all this off before she found me or was I caught, and if she seen me what would happen to our loving relationship.�� Now all kinds of thoughts started to go through my mind, what if, when, why, my mind was in a vast state of confusion.� |
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| Then all of a sudden I hear "Jer, are you home, where are you", and my mind starts to think of what I will say when she sees me in all my glory.� I stay very quite, hoping that she would not see or hear me and maybe will go back to her place, thinking that I was not here.� But I hear her coming closer to the bedroom door, and I hide under the covers, pretending to be asleep, but this hood, how do I get it off, it is locked with the collar and she is coming closer.�� She continues coming closer and then I hear her going into the bathroom.� I wait to hear any kind of noise but it is difficult to hear much with the hood covering my head and ears.�� All of a sudden I hear the faint noise of the toilet flushing, and then she comes out and continues to track towards the bedroom.� |
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| Then the dreaded moment arrived, I hear her open the door and then as she had the door open walked in, I could almost see her as she was looking into the bedroom, and with a moments hesitation she says "oh my is that you Jer, now what do we have here", and I knew that I was found.�� But her voice did not sound angry, instead it was a more of a sound of intrigue.� She started for the bed and when she was besides me, she pulls the covers back.� I could hear her gasp and then seen the smile on her face, then she laughs saying 'well now, we have been hiding something, that was not nice of you to do that, but now that I have discovered you I'll just make the best of use of it."�� She turns and starts looking around.�� I was in a state of surprise to hear her say this, and was not sure of what was coming next.�� I try and get up, only making it to the sitting position, when she came over and sat down beside me, I was having a hard time breathing and sitting with the corset and hobble dress keeping me very ridged.�� Patti put her arms around my back as to help me to sit, when she suddenly feels the tens unit in its pouch "my my, you have all kinds of neat things here, let me help you stand up I want to see all of this" and then pushed me to get up, as I stood my ballets made it almost impossible but I managed to stand up right, then she faced me towards the bed and started to look me over.�� She started to move around me looking me over from top to bottom and she took some mental notes as she went around me again, then she stopped behind me touching my shoulders and going up my neck to my head then coming back down my neck and following the contour of the dress till she reached the pouch, she snapped the pouch open and started to play with the tens, it sprang to life and I started to quiver as she continued to increase it, I started to scream and ask her to turn it off, but all she did was inflated the gag in my mouth to as full as she thought I could stand it.�� Finally I was very wobbly from the intensity of the tens shocks, she gave me a little push and over I went flat down on the bed. |
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| I tried to turn and get up from the bed, but the shocks made this very difficult and as she seen me trying to get up, she turns and pushes me back on the bed saying " oh no you don't, you will stay there on you stomach until I have decided what to do with you", then walks over to my drawers, she looks in them one drawer at a time.� "Ahha, here is what I need", and grabs some things out of the bottom drawer.� She comes to the bed and starts to look around, seeing the eyehook I had so carefully placed at each end and in the center of the headboard, she grabs my arms and puts on a set of rubber wrist restraint on my wrists.�� She then grabs them and with the snap hooks locks them to the outer eyehooks of the headboard, making my arms spread eagle and immobile.�� She then goes to the end of the bed and looks for more eyehooks.�� Finding the hooks on each corner and one at the center of the beds footboard, she turns and goes to the drawer, grabbing a set of rubber leg restraints, she quickly puts them on my ankles and then taking both leg straps hooking the snap hooks to the center eyehook of the footboard, making me totally immobile and unable to resist anything she wanted to do.�� Now I was totally immobile with my legs locked to the footboard and arms locked to the headboard.�� She teasingly unzips the crotch zipper on the back of my dress, reaching inside and feeling around my butt, "now what do we have here, a plug and the wires are connected to it, oh are we having a bit of difficulty here, is that why you have been squirming so much," then taking the other wire and tracing it, through my crotch to the front, "where does this set of wires go to then?" she ask and I try to mumble as to let her know they are at my tits and driving me totally insane, but with the gag in my mouth and fully inflated, all I could do is murmur.� She looks at me and says, "I bet I know what these go to", touching my breasts and teasingly plays with them "they go up to here don't they sweets".�� As she turned up the tens unit another notch she said, "now this ought to keep you happy for awhile", and I started quivering uncontrollably.�� She looked at me smiling and turned the unit another notch and zipped the suit closed.�� I let out a sound of excitement and started to squirm as the shocks hit me, she looks at me and smiles.� "Well dear, I see that you enjoy that, well you just lay there and enjoy, I will be back after I go to my place and pick up a few things."� Then she leaves, and I wander what she meant by picking up a few things. |
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| A little background on Patti, my girlfriend for many years.�� She is a very beautiful lady, 5' 8", 130 pounds, measuring a gorgeous 40,26,38 and amply full breast cups in a DD cup.� For the years that I have known her, she has been a very sweet, but shy girl, in her late 30's and has done very well for herself.�� She keeps herself very physically fit, and her muscle toning proves that.�� She has a college education, but is not the type to use it against you.�� She is very well off and has no problems with finances, as for the job she has I knew very little to nothing about, and when it came to asking what she did for a living she would change the subject or just tell me that I really didn?t need to know.� She did tell me that she had worked in a hospital environment in the past and she did have medical experience, but any more than that was a total mystery.�� She would travel a lot for her business and was occasionally gone on a business trip for a week or more.�� She would travel to Europe at least every other month, and all over the United States, and Asia.�� Up to this point I did not know what her business was all about.� As you continue to read this story you will find out as well as I did what she really does in her business, and if you are like me you will be a little surprised. |
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| It had seemed like hours before I heard the door open as she came back.� I was in total ecstasy, but I had set everything so well that I could not cum, no mater what I did.�� She was singing as she walked into the bedroom, with a large handbag in her hand.� She looked at me and smiled, 'well are you ready my dear," she said as she opened the bag.�� All I could do was mumble.� With the wicked smile she was showing, I start to wander and a little fear went through me, but a bit of excited as she started to pull out the contents of the bag.� I couldn't see what she was bringing out but looking at her the best I could and the smile she had, I know that it was going to be something very wicked indeed.� She left the room with some items and the next time I could see her, she had put on a red latex catsuit with built on hood and gloves.� She looked a lot taller then before, and she asked me how she looked in her suit.� As the shocks kept hitting me all I could do was whither around and mumble, but in my mind I thought she looked ravishing.�� She then went to her bag and pulled out a pair of boots, and brought them beside me saying, "I think that you should wear these".�� She went to the end of the bed and undid the left leg from the restraint and took off my high heels, replacing them with the boot.� It felt as if she was forcing my foot to bend straight as she worked the boot up my leg.� When she was finished with the left she put the restraint back on, and preceded to the right foot doing the same to it.�� |
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| When she had finished doing that, she noticed that I was not doing much moving, she unzipped the dress from the bottom to the crotch, unzipped the suit and pulled out the tens unit.�� She turned it up a little more till I started to squirm, then replaced the tens in the suit and zipped it up again.�� "There now, that should keep you dancing", she said as she went once more for her bag.�� She pulled out another item, and walked to the side of the bed.�� She grabbed the snap from the eyehook, and unhooked my arms from the headboard.�� 'Bring your arms to the back", she said, and as I did, she grabbed my wrist restraints and hooked them together leaving my arms useless, she adds more restraints above my elbows and buckles these restraints together behind me elbows almost touching each other.�� Leaving me that way, she goes back to the end of the bed and grabs a spreader bar out of her bag, putting them on my legs, and spreading them out where she wanted.�� This made it to where I was spread about three foot apart.�� 'Now I will help you up out of that bed, and you will do as I say, do I make myself clear", she said as she helped me off the side of the bed.� All I could do was mumble and try to shake my head 'yes'.�� As she helped me up I found that it was very hard for me to stand up, for she had put a pair of ballet boots on me.�� Between the boots, spreader bar and the dildo shocking me inside, I could barely move without almost falling.�� She stayed behind me and made sure that I wouldn't fall, but it was hard trying to concentrate on walking with all that was going on inside me.�� She helped me over to the full-length mirror that was on the closet door,� "well, you can really admire yourself now," she said as she slowly turned me from side to side.�� |
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| We finally started to head down the hallway towards the living room, as I was forced to walk I found it almost impossible to make more than a couple steps, before having to stop and get my balance and composure.� It seamed that ever step just enhanced the shock power of the tens, and to top it off with the ballet boots and spreader bar, I could not even close my legs to subside the dildos continuous on and off shocks.�� By the time we reached the living room, I was in total ecstasy and didn't know just how much more I could stand, my breaths where hard to take from all of the excitement that was going on, and with the spikes digging in under the extra large and heavy breasts, made it even harder to move and breath.� "Now I will take off your spreader bar and then I will put on some nice fast music that you will dance to, if you don't dance fast enough or to my satisfaction I will turn the unit up, do you have a problem with this?" she said as she started to remove the bar from my legs.�� Again all I could do was mumble my understanding of what she wanted.� She unzipped the catsuits zipper and removed the tens unit from within it, and taking it to the rear of the dress and sliding it into the units built on pocket of the dress she secured it in place.� Coming around to look at me, she gave me one of her mischievous smiles.�� I knew that I had best perform as she wanted or I would really start feeling the pain of the tens unit as she would increase the intensity.� She went to the stereo and looked at a few cd's, finally putting one in. |
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| "Well dear, lets see what you've got, show me those moves that will turn me on", she said as the music started to play.�� I started to dance, but every move I made was very hard to do in the ballet boots.�� The more I tried to dance the more the butt plug and tens unit worked in me.� By the time the first song was finished, I was at the point of collapsing from the sensations of getting closer to an orgasm, but could not get over the top making it almost unbearable.�� She sat on the couch and laughed at me trying to let go.�� "What's the matter dear, can't got off yet", she said as she continued to laugh.� "Maybe we should have you dance to a faster song, what do you think?"�� I could only stand there in fear hoping that she would not make me dance again.� She looked at me sensing that I did not want to dance, and she got up from the couch, walking over to me, and started to play with my breasts.� She continued playing and every little push and tug of my breasts was sending me deeper into the ecstasy, and I closed my eyes taking in every bit of sensation possible.� She continued to play with me rubbing my breasts and moving towards my rear.� |
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| Being in almost a trans from the feelings of her playfulness, I didn't notice her going around to my back.� All of a sudden, she turned the tens up a little more, bringing me out of my trans with a sudden shock.�� I start to shake and move around from the sudden increase of the intensity, just when I had gotten used to the plug inside and the level of the shocks that where rippling in me. �All I could do was moan in ecstasy and frustration.�� I could feel the nubs in my breasts working on me again, working on my already hard and sensitive nipples.�� She came around to the front of me and smiled saying, "now that's better, I will play another song for you to dance with".�� I wanted to scream, wanted to beg her not to, but fully gagged was totally unable to sound my protest.� "Now now dear, you mustn't be so shy, you dance very well," she said as she walked to the stereo.� She looked at a few more cd's, and then chose the one she wanted to play.�� By the time it took for the song to get half way through my mind started to go blank from the plug, shock and breast spikes and the tightness of the corset making my breathing very heavy.� My entire body was at its peak with a full and final thrusting I was finally able to release.�� I slumped to my knees totally exhausted.�� Trying to stay alert, still shacking from the shock and plug working within me, I fell forward onto my stomach.� As my breast hit the floor and the sudden pain from the spikes in my breasts, I passed out.� |
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