Karen – Housemaid by MonsterP63

Karen – Housemaid by MonsterP63

Housemaid

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1. The Choice

The ad promised a high salary. Karen was in need. She was still going to the university, or rather wanted to, but she was out of money, and her parents, alcoholics divorced without a penny, couldn’t provide. That job seemed like the luck she had been waiting for.

She presented herself at the address mentioned. It was a huge mansion on an even bigger property, pretty much alone in the mountain. Just the cab fair cost her a fortune, for what she had left in her wallet anyway.

A tall woman, wearing a tight fitting leather suit opened the door and invited Karen to follow her into a small office. Karen could see the butt of the woman wiggling in the very tight leather, her feet balancing on skyscraper heels. When she sat, the leather creaked in unison with the leather covered chair. She crossed her hands in front of her, hands also covered with tight fitting leather gloves. Karen noticed that her leather jacket was also very tight, especially the sleeves. She was puzzled by all that, but what was to follow was even weirder.

“Welcome. I’m Michelle. Please, read this and sign it if you agree. After that we will continue.” She said from a soft but cold tone.

Karen started to read the paper. It was a simple letter stating that from now on, everything she would learn, see or hear within the property, should not leave the property. If she discloses anything out of the property, criminal charges will be filed and jail time is to be expected.

“What… why?” she asked, hesitantly.

“Simple. What happens here, stays here, and should never get out. It’s that simple.”

Karen re-read it. She had no problem with that, but after she had written her first name, she stopped.

“Just to make sure, I do not accept the job with this, right? I do not get myself into any kind of trouble?”

“No.” answered Michelle. “You simply agree not to disclose anything outside this property. We’ll talk about the job after, and then you’ll have more papers to sign.”

Karen put her last name and handed the paper back to Michelle, which confirmed Karen’s signature with her credit card and driver’s license.

“Very well. Let’s get to the point. Mister Thompson, the owner of all this, has very specific rules and is very strict about it. All employees must follow those rules or disciplinary sanctions will be taken. Because the uniforms you will be wearing are very expensive, you’re bound to work for at least six months. After that, you can leave anytime with a two weeks notice. So, in clear, you sign in, you’re… stuck for six months. Understood?”

“Yes, six month minimum.” Said clearly Karen.

“Good! Fast learner. I like it. Now the dress code: tight is an understatement. Very tight is rather it. The only fabric allowed: latex. Also, all employees must wear high heels shoes with a heel of four inches minimum. Everything will be provided. And finally, to work on some areas, some restraints will be applied, like handcuffs, gags, etc.”

“Say what?” asked Karen.

Without twitching, Michelle took a photo album and showed it to Karen. It was filled with women wearing gleaming tight fitting rubber suits, some with their head free, some with their head covered, some with their hands tied in the back and a serving tray attached to their waist, all wearing high heels and corsets. Some had wedge high heels and had been photographed outside, taking care of the many horses there was on the property. Karen got closer to one of the photographs, looking at the woman’s feet.

“What… is that?” she asked. “Looks like she doesn’t have feet?”

“It’s Lynda and she’s wearing her ballet toe boots. Well, the salary varies according to the level of difficulty. The tighter the corset, the higher the heels, the higher the pay. Same with the restraints. The more restrained, the more money you make.”

“This is so weird. Are you sure you’re not leading me on a wild goose chase? Is this real?” asked Karen.

“That question was expected. Come with me. Remember the first paper you signed.” She said getting up and waiting for Karen’s approval, which she did.

Michelle let her out of the office and through huge solid oak doors. There, Karen startled. Just as she entered, two maids came by. They appeared to be wearing some clear latex catsuit under a classic French maid uniform, but made of more latex. They were gagged with a huge red ball. Their arms were tied in their back at the wrists and their elbows were touching. Their waist was heavily corseted and a tray was attached to it, the far end of it, linked with chains to the front ring of a wide leather collar. They were walking on pumps with a spiky five inches heels. And their ankles were linked with a short chain, forcing them to hobble.

Michel didn’t say a word and led Karen out the back. They crossed more maids along the way, but those were wearing simpler outfits, although all in latex. Outside, one maid was cleaning the pool, wearing a clear latex catsuit complete with hood and some scuba mask linked to air bottles on her back.

“Safety precautions in case she falls into the pool. She has her own air supply.” Casually said Michelle.

They reached the stable where the horses were. There, more maids, but those wearing wedge platform boots, were at work, cleaning the stalls, taking care of the horses.

“How many employees are working here?” asked Karen.

“Currently, 15, but one will be departing in two weeks, so we need a replacement.”

“I see. This is all so… weird.” Said Karen.

Michelle led her back to the office.

“Take your time to make your decision. And remember, do not discuss anything about what you’ve seen here to anyone. Understood?”

“Yes Ma’am. Who would believe me anyway.”

“That’s the spirit.” She said, leading Karen back to the door.

Karen got out, and then remembered that she had to call a cab. She turned around and stopped. Call a cab? For where? For what? She had no job, couldn’t find anything for the past six months, was out of money, and couldn’t pay her tuition for the university. She looked at the information sheet, listing the pay of this job. In one year, she would have enough to pay for the one year left she had to study to become the microbiologist she was heading for. And that’s with the lowest pay of all. She looked at how much were getting the all bound maids and did a double-take!

She turned around and knocked back on the door. Her choice was made.

2. Introduction

Michelle welcomed her back to her office and immediately gave her the enrolment form. Karen read it carefully and stopped at the home address field.

“I’m currently living on the campus, but since I’m not going there anymore, I don’t have anyplace right now.”

“That’s no problem. We can provide you with a room. Actually, most of our employees stay with us.”

“Cool. How does it cost?”

“In money: nothing. But, you have to follow the rules of the house, even when you’re in your room. You’re subject to surprise inspection and for every failure, there’s disciplinary sanctions taken.” Answered Michelle.

Karen finished the contract, thought about it for a moment and signed.

“Very good.” Said Michelle. “Now follow me, I’ll provide you with your first uniform.” She said, leading the way to a room opposite to the office. It looked like a huge changing room.

“You see that door?” she said, pointing to a bright yellow door on the opposite side of that same room. “Nothing but high heels and latex pass this door. It is a very strictly applied rule. If you have to go downtown for some reason and you want to change, you come here, then change then go out. When you return, it’s the reverse. Understood?”

“Yes Ma’am.” Answered Karen.

Michelle then browsed through some racks looking at Karen’s figure. She was tall and slim with ample breasts. She came back with a clear rubber catsuit. It had attached feet and gloves.

“Here.” She said, handing the catsuit and a bottle of lubricant. “Just put it on. Oh, by the way, you’ll quickly note that you’re better off with your pussy shaved, if it isn’t already done.” She said.

Karen blushed. This was so bold. When she put on the suit, which was very tight, she quickly discovered the whys as she quickly noticed the discomfort of the crotch zipper with her hairy pussy. She took the shaving cream provided and shaved it off. Once the suit was on, she walked back to Michelle. It felt weird. Cold and hot at the same time. She found the rubbing of the rubber along her body with each move, disturbing.

Michelle instructed her to sit so she could find the right shoe size.

“Very well. Now that you have your shoe size, you can choose it in the rack. You can come and change it if you want, anytime. Again, the higher the better the pay.”

Karen, not used to wearing high heels, went conservative and chose a pair of classic black pumps with a four inches heel.

“Do you want a corset?” asked Michelle.

“I… I don’t know. Never wore one before.” She said.

“Ever wore tight jeans? Did you like it?”

“Yes… okay, I see the point. Go for the corset.” She said.

Michelle came back with a long rubber corset. It was constricting yet somewhat stretchy. It was compressing her waist about two inches. She felt everything weird, yet arousing. She had to take a new position when walking because of the heels and because of the corset, which was pushing her already ample breast even more outward.

It was topped by a classic French maid outfit, with the little frilly skirt and the long gloves, all made of black rubber with white frills.

“That’s very good. Since the day is already advanced, I’ll let you walk around for the rest of it, and you’ll start your training tomorrow. Just follow the rules of each room.” She said, showing a row of pictograms. “I think they’re pretty straight forward. This one for example, is clearly indicating that a ball gag is mandatory. This one, that heels of five inches are required. This one, restraints, etc.

Remember that you have four inches heels. There’s no warning, only disciplinary sanctions. Understood?”

“Yes, I understand.” Said Karen, eager to go and have a look.

Michelle opened the door and let Karen go, giving her room number: 24. She also gave her last instructions as meal time and bedtime, and where and at what time she should be ready the next day.

Karen explored the mansion. It was huge. She was not allowed at many places. Most rooms required either tighter corsets, higher heels or restraints. One room really did get her puzzled. According to the pictograms, the only one allowed had to wear some kind of hard helmet with hoses leading to a breathing pack or something similar. She had to wear a very wide collar, as well as a corset with a six inches reduction. She also had to wear those pointed toe boots she saw in one of the pictures. Also, she had to wear some kind of balloon mittens, and her wrists and ankles had to be linked by a short chain to leather cuffs. And there was something that looked like a cross section of her suit. If she understood it well, the person allowed had to wear something that, all layers added, was 5mm thick! She wondered, dressed like that, what anyone could do.

She continued outside. That was pretty much the only place she was allowed to visit dressed as she was. The maid cleaning the pool was still working, but was now cleaning the pool deck with a garden hose. A little further, another one was taking care of a flower arrangement. Karen approached her. It was one of the only few that was not wearing a full rubber hood. Her long brown hairs were floating on her rubber covered shoulders.

“Hi. I’m Karen.” She said as she got besides her.

“Oh hi, I’m Lynda.” Said the other while getting up. She was dressed with black rubber jeans, knee high lace-up black leather platform boots, and a red rubber jacket. She removed her thick rubber garden glove before she shook Karen’s hand with her transparent gloves. “You must be new here. I never saw you before.” She said.

“Yes, I am. I just got hired about an hour ago.”

“Welcome to the family. Are you staying here or at your place?”

“Here, room 24” answered Karen.

“Hey! Great! Just next to mine, I’m in 26. Well, I’ll catch up with you later.” She said, getting back at work as if Karen was not there anymore.

She figured out that their working schedule was quite strict, and were not allowed to chit chat a lot. In fact, she noticed that, although many worked in a team, none appeared to be talking together. Puzzled, she approached a team wearing bright green catsuits, along with thigh high black wedge platform boots. They were working around what looked like a vegetable garden. They were both turning their back on Karen.

“Hi there.” Said Karen.

Both maids turned around. They had complete rubber hoods, and tinted lenses over their eyes, probably to protect them from the sun rays. But there was no mouth slot. Only a small hole and their mouth appeared full, as if gagged. One of them put her finger to her mouth in a silence gesture.

“Sorry,” said Karen, “I’m new here.” She said, turning around. She walked to the barn, where more maids were taking care of the horses. They were wearing black leather catsuits that appeared very tight. They had weird looking high heel cowgirl boots. Two of them were brushing horses. They too were gagged over their transparent latex hood with bright red ball gags for the closest of the two and a black one for the other. Karen waved then hello and they responded, but immediately went back to work.

Karen got the feeling that it was no leisure place. Work had to be done, and it had to be done, even if silencing the maids was required.

She spent the rest of the afternoon walking outside, around the house, and got back inside around 5pm, where she crossed a maid vacuuming a corridor. The vacuum hose seemed to be a part of her suit, an extension of her right arm. She was heavily hooded and gagged. She had some kind of bulbous goggles over her eyes, and was standing on pointed toe boots.

Karen carefully walked around her and headed back to the changing room, and then back to Michelle’s office, where she knocked on the door.

Michelle made her come in.

“What can I do for you, Karen?” she asked cordially.

“Well, I don’t know anything about the habits of the house, meal time, where should I go, when am I allowed to go to my room, etc.”

“Yes, of course. It totally slipped my mind. Since it’s your first day, you’re allowed to go to your room as soon as it’s ready, and it’s been ready for about two hours. So you can go there now. All the answers to your questions are there.” She said gently but firmly escorting her back outside her office.

“See you tomorrow morning for your training.” She said, closing the door.

Karen went to her room, crossing a dusting maid, with her arms tied up in her back, and dusting feathers protruding from her mouth.

Once in her room, she had a look around: everything was either in rubber or coated with it, even the bed sheets. She saw, on the clear rubber covered oak desk, a laptop computer with a file named Maid Manual opened. She took place and started to read.

She learned the meal times and place. She also learned that the duties are assigned in the prior evening, and that in the morning, the maid should present herself dressed for it, or with everything to be dressed if assistance were required.

She also learned that any trainee, for their first day of training, should wear a complete rubber catsuit with feet, gloves and hood, have leather cuffs on their arms and legs ready to be used and a yellow ball gag around their neck. In addition, the trainee must wear a three inch wide collar with trainee clearly printed, identifying it.

She read the rest of the rulebook. She learned more about the hard helmet she saw. This outfit was required to enter a laboratory. The helmet consisted of an inner rubber hood with a built-in blow-up gag. The center of the gag was hollow to allow breathing. Lenses were over the eyes. They were coloured red, so that everything in red would not be seen by the maid, keeping well guarded secrets.

The helmet also included earphones. She would hear only when needed. Finally, the gag breathing tube was fed to the air tanks on her back, providing her with her own air supply, so she would not breathe anything from the laboratory. She would have absolutely no clue about the smell of it.

Then there was another hood of neoprene, over which the helmet was fitted. But the helmet was sized so that the proper fit would be without the neoprene hood. This was increasing the pressure it put on the head when it was put on. It was screwed in place, and included a large rigid yoke collar, ensuring that the head would not move at all.

It was similar with the suit. At first, an underlayer suit, containing vaginal and butt plugs were put on, then a neoprene suit, and then another heavy rubber suit. And all this was over a full upper body length corset with a six inch waist reduction. With that on, the maid could barely move her upper body.

Hands were strictly tied in the small of her back, folded and joined by a rubber sleeve tightly laced, and her feet had to be encased in knee high pointed toe boots, and her ankles and knees, linked with short chains.

What would anyone like that do? Well, a tray was hung at waist level. She would simply carry whatever was put on it where she was instructed to.

Shifts were for 16 hours. Only the best ones were allowed to apply for that job. And she learned that the “best ones” were not necessarily the ones with the best productivity, but rather the ones who can cope the best with all the equipment required.

She was a microbiologist. At least she wanted to become one. She would inquire what she should do to work there, if possible.

Dinner time. She met the others in their own dining room. Lynda waved her to come by, and they sat at a table together.

“So, what do you think of this place so far?” asked Lynda.

“Interesting yet so weird.” Answered Karen.

“Yeah, but it’s fun and it pays well.”

Lynda told her that she had been there for about a year, and that she intended to stay another one. She too was here to pay for her university, but the pay was so good and she took her courses through the internet. It took longer, but in the meantime, she had a great job and very good pay. She figured that she could postpone everything one more year.

Karen asked her about the different levels and how high she went.

“Well, the way you saw me today was rather my loose day. I’m usually more heavily equipped than that: heavy rubber catsuit, hood, gag, etc. I even started to wear pointed toe boots.”

“Ever went to the lab?”

“The lab? Hell no. The ones that go there had spent over three years training to get the required corset size, be at ease on pointed toe boots and able to move around fragile equipment with their sight impaired as it is. Do you know that they see only in red, and that their field of view is about the size of a pen?”

“Gee. No, I didn’t know that. They don’t specify it in the manual.” She said.

“Why are you asking me that? You’re interested in getting there?”

“I might. I’m studying to become a microbiologist, so…”

“I see. Well, good luck.” She said taking a sip of her soup but her hairs fell in her face.

“Ah, the heck with it.” She said, picking her hairs and removing them, revealing it was a wig.

Karen startled.

“You’re bald?” exclaimed Karen,

“Yeah.” Said Lynda, laughing. “And so you will be soon. You’ll quickly learn that wearing a rubber hood with your hairs is a hassle. You’re better off with your head shaved. And if you want to go out, you can always put on a wig. I put it today to protect my scalp from the sunrays, instead of wearing a hat or something like that.” She said.

After the meal, Karen and Lynda went to their room. As a trainee, it was okay for Karen to receive Lynda, but once she would be fully briefed, it would be against the rules, except on weekends.

Lynda showed her where to go on the computer to apply for a post, or see where she was assigned for the next day. She also showed her where she had to go to take her classes. Karen browsed quickly to find that hers was also there. She might take it.

“And remember. As long as you’re on the property, you have to wear your clear basic catsuit and high heels. Corset and hoods are optional, but the gloves and feet are mandatory, thus they’re built-in to the suit. You’re only allowed to take it off one hour, each day, as you shower and get ready for your day’s work. In fact, it’s not a choice, but mandatory, otherwise you end-up with damaged skin if you keep it on all the time.”

“You mean I have to wear it to sleep? Even the heels?”

“Yes, and they check on you. Better do it.” Said Lynda with a severe tone. But she knew that Karen would test it, and that she would get disciplinary sanctions. But she had to learn.

3. One year later

Time flies when you’re having a good time, they say. Well, it did for Karen. She loved her first year there, although she didn’t like all the… disciplinary measures she had to endure for stepping out of the rules. She clearly remembered the full day she spent, mummified in white tape, then tied on a post in the middle of the garden, or that other time where she was hung upside down in the barn. But her goal was still out of reach. Yes, she still wanted to work in the lab, and she had taken every step for it. She was now, after only one year, at ease with the six inch reduction corset, so much that she was wearing it all the time. She was also at ease with the pointed toe boots. She even spent at least one day a week wearing the full neoprene suit and helmet to do her usual chores, just to get used to the suit.

Her efforts had been noticed and rewarded as she was the highest paid of the recruits, but she was far from becoming a lab maid. Problem was, there was a waiting list. Only three maids could work there, and only one at a time: three days in the lab, and two days doing normal chores. They were getting the highest pay check of all, and were not willing to let it go. She figured that, at least, she would have to wait five years.

She pretty much continued her training, but knew that her goal was out of reach. In the meantime, she was still taking her internet courses, and was doing extremely well. But for that final year, she had to get out more, to visit real labs, and get hands-on experience. Then she had to undergo a six month training in a real lab. She had to see Michelle to ask permission to leave her job for six months, or if she could work on weekends and still live here, and so forth.

“What are you studying, again?” she asked,

“Microbiology” said Karen.

“I’ll talk to Mister Thompson and I’ll get back to you.” Answered Michelle.

Two days later, she was called into Michelle’s office. But to her surprise, before she could enter, she was fitted with a blindfold and her arms were tied in an elbow tie in her back. She was led to the office. She was asked to stand as she felt links being attached to her ankle cuffs and another link attached to the back ring of her collar. It was gently pulled until the cable became tight.

“Good morning, Karen.” She heard a man say. She figured it was Mr. Thompson. She was very careful with her answer.

“Hello sir. Are you Mr. Thompson?”

“Yes I am. Michelle here told me about your quest for a six month training. You’re studying microbiology, right?”

“Yes sir.”

“And I could see that you have excellent results so far.” He said.

“How do…”

“I can get anything, Karen. I even have your last term papers. Impressive, but may I ask why this research about microbiology on rubber?”

“Well, sir, I was wondering if there was a way that someone could wear a latex garment for prolonged periods without damage to the skin.”

“That’s very interesting. Any particular… personal interest?” he asked.

“Well, sir, honestly I would like to be able to spend much longer in my latex catsuit, and if possible remove the bulky zipper. If it could be glued shut or anything else, it would remove that discomfort.”

“Glue shut or anything else? What is the else?” he asked.

“Well, maybe sprayed on, or something.” She answered timidly, knowing perfectly that it was unrealistic, “and I also would like to make the rubber much more resistant to tearing”.

There was a silence.

“You know Karen, I like your way of thinking. This lab has been searching for a solution for those same problems for five years, and your papers, the one that I have here, are ahead of us! You would be a very nice addition to our staff or researchers. Would you be interested?”

“Yes, working in the lab was my goal, sir. That’s why I practice with the helmet and the…”

“Yes, I understand. Unfortunately, the maid’s uniform doesn’t allow them to do anything else than carry a tray from point A to point B. I want you to be able to work. The dressing rules for lab researchers are a little different: you have to wear latex and high heels, but you’re free to choose them. The only rule: it should not slow your work down.”

“I’m okay with that.” She said.

The deal was sealed. After Mr. Thompson left, she was untied and her blindfold removed. She was offered a contract which she happily signed.

The very next day, she had to change rooms, to go from the maid side, to the staff side. None of the maids knew where she went, and the ones working in the lab couldn’t identify any of the workers because of their impaired vision.

Karen went to work, at first wearing pretty much standard rubber catsuit, but she soon went heavier. Within a month she was going to work wearing the heavy neoprene suit, the six inches reduction corset, the pointed toe boots and hood, but without the helmet of course. She worked day and night on her project. One day soon, everybody would be able to wear tight rubber for a prolonged period of time.

Comfortably seated in his leather chair, Mr. Thompson was looking at the progress of the research and smiled. It was getting better and better. Karen was in fact making research on two fronts without knowing it. The first one was to make a rubber suit that could be worn for long periods, the second goal, was to make a substance that, when taken, would change the chemistry of the skin, making it so that wearing a rubber suit was the only cure! Like a drug!

His large smile turned to an evil one as the latest data arrived. The substance was ready. All that was left was the rubber suit.

© Pete / monsterp63, February 3, 2006

Induced additcion

Archived Version

Karen had found a well paid job: housemaid. But it was done in a mansion owned by a man, Mr. Thompson, who liked all his maids to wear tight rubber outfits and be constantly restrained. Karen did her chores with flying colors and she was noticed by Mr. Thompson who offered her a job in the research department, where he wanted to develop a durable rubber that could be worn for prolonged periods of time.

Karen was eager to share her knowledge in microbiology, not knowing that Mr. Thompson had also dark plans, namely to develop a drug where the only cure would be to wear rubber.

A gentle yet unmistakable electrical shock in her vagina woke her up. She slowly squirmed into her confinement, unable to move much. She was laying on a narrow bed, held in place by a sheet of clear rubber maintained by a strong vacuum. She softly moaned in her gag, still feeling sleepy.

Another shock in her vagina, this one more intense followed. This time, she opened her eyes, getting awake. The sensors embedded in the suit to monitor her health status picked up her state of awareness and ordered the release of the vacuum. Through the dark lenses covering her eyes, she could see the sun entering by the window.

Swiftly, she felt the pressure gone. The arms holding the rubber sheet lifted, clearing the bed.

She leaned against her elbows and slowly sat, letting her feet ending with ballet toe boots, dangling. She stretched, feeling the tight fabric enveloping her. It was stretchable by 200%, but was hard to do, making the wearer very aware of its tightness.

She let herself drop on the floor, quickly gaining her balanced on her pointed boots without heels. She walked to the cleaning device where an enema was performed and her bladder emptied. She then fed herself with a nourishing paste before heading for the lab for her day’s work.

It has been one month since she was enclosed into her rubber suit. She was the guinea pig of her own research. So far, so good.

The suit was fitted with a long back toothless zipper, similar to those of sandwich bags. Her skin was checked daily. She was, at the same time, checking the operation of the high tech fabric of the suit, as well as the enema equipment and the food paste nutrients.

So far, so good. Today, she was getting out of the suit for one week, to see if her skin suffered any damage.

In the lab was Mr. Thompson, Sandra, a fellow chemist, and one maid she recognized as Caroline.

With precautions, Sandra pulled down on the zipper. Karen shivered as the air hit her skin, appearing cold although the temperature was quite comfortable. The rubber hasn’t stuck to her skin and glided off easily. Her skin was pinkish but not white as if it lacked oxygen, which was a good sign. Her hood was removed revealing her bald hair: the hairs didn’t grew under the rubber. So far the better. Everything was working as planned. The tubes were removed and a few skin samples were taken as well as nail clippings. She was handed a thick deep purple spandex catsuit to put on. She did and quickly hop back on six inches heels pumps.

She tried to talk but the last month of being entubed made it impossible. She knew that all should be fine in a couple of hours. For now, she was to do nothing, letting her skin breath the outside air again to see if there was any kind of after effect. The thick spandex allowed her skin to renew with the contact of air gradually.

She decided upon a walk out the back in the private park so that none of the maid could see her, dressed in something else than latex.

She relaxed by a bench, feeling the heat of the morning sun growing in force.

She recap the last two and a half years of her life, researching the perfect rubber suit, and she finally succeeded at doing it. The rubber, a mix of polymers, was very strong. In fact, only the sharpest of scalpels could cut it. It was also very stretchy, allowing a 200% expansion, but quite resistive to do it, creating a constant pressure. It was breathable, being wearable for very long time. If the results are what she expects, someone could wear this rubber for years without any skin damage.

Finally, it could be easily applied by spray, creating the perfect no seam, no zipper suit, and didn’t needed any kind of special equipment, simply the mixing of a hardener to the liquid solution and it would dry within 20 minutes, 30 seconds if ultraviolet lamps were used which also induced a shrinking of the rubber.

The only thing that was to check was the alter effects: did it damage the skin in a way that it would show only after removing the suit? A kind of dependency? But so far, so good. She could feel the warm breeze through her spandex layer. She took a deep breath and relaxed.

She was surprised to have dozed off. It was close to noon. She went back inside to grab a bite. It felt odd to chew food after a month of being tube-fed with the mouth filled with an inflated rubber bag. That had been her choice. She wanted to test the confinement to the fullest, even the dark lenses. Everything proved to be working.

It was in the middle of the afternoon when the first symptoms started to show. At first, it was barely noticeable, a small itch on her arm which she scratched without noticing it. Then she started to feel less and less comfortable, and she started to scratch herself more and more.

A trip to the bathroom to remove her suit and it was the horror: Her skin was bright red and full of little itchy bumps. She immediately rushed to the medical center where she met Sandra. She looked at her skin in amazement.

“Gee. Look at that.” She said, almost joyous.

“Why do you almost sound like you’re glad it did it?”

Sandra quickly recomposed herself, as if she had been caught cheating.

“Well, I mean from a medical point of view, it’s the best… specimen I ever saw of something like it.” She said, avoiding Karen’s eyes. “I mean it’s bad and not welcomed, but as a scientific, I mean, well, you understand…”

“Yeah, I understand. I also get carried away by my work and forget about the human being behind it.” Answered Karen.

Sandra seemed to relax, but she was more careful about her attitude after that.

“Now, Karen, we don’t know why you have that. It might be just a temporary after-effect or it might be a reaction of dependency about your compound, right?”

Karen approved.

“Here’s what we’ll try.” She said, wrapping Karen’s lower left arm with a sheet of the special rubber. “We’ll cover it like that and see. If the itches disappear under the rubber we’ll have the answer.”

Karen put back her spandex catsuit and went on. The itching was getting stronger and stronger. One hour later, she was back to the medic center, asking for something to ease the itching that was by then, unbearable.

But instead, Sandra removed the rubber sleeve to discover that the skin was back to normal, without any itching.

“I’m sorry to say but it seems that you’ve developed an addiction on your rubber suit. I think the best solution for now is that you put it back on.”

“Whatever, as long as the itching stops.” Said Karen, picking the rubber suit and starting to put it on. A few minutes later, she was calm, feeling no itch, no pain.

She was devastated. Her rubber was perfect except for one thing: once wear it couldn’t be taken off. What went wrong? She found it hard to understand. She spent about two months in a pair of special rubber panties without anyone knowing, and she never suffered any after effects when she took them off. Why now? What was different from her panties?

Mr. Thompson went to the news. After chatting with Karen for a few minutes and inquiring about her health, Sandra led him outside the exam room, but didn’t fully close the door.

Karen’s hearing was dampened with her rubber hood but it was not comfortable, so she removed it. That’s when she heard the conversation.

“… yes it’s working, sir. Within 6 hours after she removed her rubber, the skin reacted. The only cure is for her to wear latex, unless we stop administering her the drug with her food.” Said Sandra.

“What’s next?” asked Thompson.

“Well, I will have to figure out how long the drug is going to keep working before another dose is required. If all goes well, we could start to spread it in about two months, there’s a big fetish party in Europe at that moment. It will be the perfect time to contaminate their drinks or even the conditioning system. Spores in the air ducts would be blamed for the illness, but with our long term rubber suit ready, it will be just a coincidence.”

“Very well, Sandra. Well done. Now, Karen will want to go back into her rubber suit. She would become our ambassador. That is just perfect.” He said.

Karen heard the footsteps coming back to the exam room, so she quickly pulled her latex hood down, and stayed put, as if she didn’t heard a thing.

“I’m very sorry, Karen.” Lied Thompson. “I guess you’ll have to go back to your rubber suit until a cure is found. You said that the spraying process was functional. Do you want to do it that way this time?”

Karen couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Yeah, right and be kept as your guinea pig? You drugged me.”

“What?” he said with a nervous laugh. “Where have you gone fishing for such a thing?”

“I heard you. The door wasn’t closed and I removed my hood because it was uncomfortable. I heard you talking about your drug to force people to wear latex, creating a false addiction.”

“So you heard. Well let me explain something to you Karen.” He said. “Perhaps only a dozen people or so are willing to spend the rest of their life encased in rubber. Developing that long term wearing rubber cost me a few millions. Selling each “suit” 2 millions is a nonsense. I have to get my payback by selling thousands of those, and the only way to do it is to create an illness where the cure is to wear that same long term rubber. The drug has been ready for quite a while, all that was missing was the proper rubber, which you developed with a resounding success.”

“But that’s not right. People have to choose to wear it or not, not to be forced by some kind of drug. I won’t let you do it. I won’t let you ruin the life of countless innocents.” She said, getting up, ready to leave.

“Where are you going?”

“To the poli… Ouch!” she said as she turned around and saw Sandra removing a needle from her arm.

“No, you’re not going anywhere.” Karen had the time to hear before everything turned black.

Everything was fuzzy. She blinked under the harsh light. She tried to move but couldn’t although she didn’t feel restrained. It was as if simply put, her limbs refused to respond. A shadow approached: Sandra.

“Oh hi, Karen. Glad you’re still with us.” She said with a devilish smile. “I’m sorry it took so long to wake you up, but we had to have an idea about how long the lasting effects of the drug was. Turned out to be about 12 days.”

“And it gave me the time to prepare your future.” Said Thompson as he got into her field of view.

Karen tried to talk but she felt heavily gagged. As she became more aware of her situation, she could feel the tubes running up her nose and down her throat for the air and the feeding tube going from her mouth to her stomach. She could also feel the catheters for the enema and bladder. She had been prepped for a long time in rubber confinement. Her gag was fully inflated but with something else than air: rubber.

Thompson approached and picked her up by the shoulders so she would sit. Her body was responding, changing position, but she couldn’t move by her own thoughts.

“You’re experiencing another drug that Sandra developed: the zombie drug. Basically, it paralyzes you, but you keep every position we put you into.” He said, picking her up and leading her to a central stand where he positioned her with her legs about two feet apart and her arms horizontal.

Soft rubber balls were forced deep down her ear canals, deafening her, then petroleum jelly was applied on the edge of her eyelids.

Sandra picked the paint gun and started the spray. Karen felt the liquid stick to her skin, wrapping her, sealing her. The coat was uniformly applied then the UV lights turned on. Immediately she felt it shrink, becoming tighter. She closed her eyes: she liked it and she wanted more.

Karen was able to open her eyes, thanks to the greasy jelly. Sandra approached and glued two spherical dark lenses over her eyes, applying a generous coating of the rubber with a small paintbrush all around the edge the lens. A similar process was taken around the tubes running out her nose, mouth and lower orifices. She then coated heavily the back of her ears and poured more inside her ear canal before putting a stretch band over her head, effectively squishing her ears flush against her bald skull. The UV lights were turned on. She felt her ears being sucked in as the rubber cured. It was also deafening her more with close to an half an inch thick of rubber inside her ear.

Petroleum jelly was applied over her lenses then two more coats were applied to her body and “shrink dried”. Although she knew it was meant as a punishment and a way to keep her silent, she liked it. She liked the tight embrace of the rubber, and the thought that she would be sealed in rubber for a very long time.

What happened next scared her. Thompson came in carrying a large box containing what appeared to be steel body parts. The first one he put out of the box has the shape of a body. Karen could read on his lips that it was to be her permanent corset, made of stainless steel. She wondered how it would be put on as there was no hinge and appeared to be a one part construction, but she soon found out.

The corset was covering her from the crotch up to over her shoulders with moulded cups. He inserted her into the corset sideway then pivoted the garment so it would fit her. He then produced large ratchet straps that were driven by some kind of electric motor. He fastened the straps around the body and operated the motors.

Slowly, the straps squeezed the steel tube and closed in around Karen’s body. It had obviously moulded on her but as she quickly discovered, her waist had been greatly diminished, by a good six inches!

Her eyes grew wide as the tightening continued well beyond her comfort zone of four inches. Once the back ends met, Sandra took an electric welder and welded it shut!

Karen knew that there was no way she would get hurt. Her chemically engineered rubber suit would protect her, and would not be affected by the heat of the liquid metal. All she felt was a soft warming.

The corset was welded shut and the joint buffed clean. It carried four rings around her waist and two more on the shoulders.

A high posture collar, also made of stainless steel, was welded around her neck. It too had four rings around it. Similar steel bands were welded around her wrists, over the elbows and over the knees.

For her feet, they were encased in steel pointed boots, without heels. They too carried four rings around the ankle portion and were welded in place.

Each ring was coated with petroleum jelly, then it was back to more spray. Three more coats. By then, Karen was starting to feel really worried. She would have simply no way to get out of it. With that thickness, not even the sharpest scalpel would do it. And with her steel parts, only a powerful laser would cut through it. Problem was that it would also cut right through her body.

With each layer, she felt her body being compressed more and more, everywhere there was not a steel band. When all was done, the rubber was easily peeled off everywhere there was petroleum jelly, showing her dark lenses and all the numerous shining chromed rings ready to tie her anywhere.

The tubings were cut flushed and ended with more chromed steel plugs, glued with more rubber, then cured.

Mistress Michelle came to take over. Karen’s arms were locked in her back at the wrists and elbows with padlocks. A 8 inches chain was put between her ankles. Still not able to move by herself, she was then carried to her new room. She knew that she was leaving the “staff side” and was moved back to the “maid side”. She was put standing up in front of a mirror as her bed was prepared. She was astonished by the sight: she looked so wonderful, with an extremely thin waist, long pointy legs and a gleaming black body. That was another nice feature of her rubber: it was always as shiny as a mirror.

She was placed on the vacuum bed. It has been modified to accommodate her arms tied in her back The lowering of the rubber sheet was commanded. She was sucked in place.

The next morning she was awakened up by the electric shock, but this one has nothing to do with anything soft and gentle. It was harsh and painful. She quickly became awakened and the rubber sheet lifted off.

She got up. She never had her body so stiff, and never had her arms tied like that in the morning. Regaining her balance on her pointed boots proved a challenge, but she managed. Deep down she was glad that she had trained so hard to wear ballet toe boots.

She hobbled to the cleaning station. She put her feet on the two marked spots and leaned against the wall. An arm lowered from over her head plugging into her feeding plug as well as another arms with double plugs fitted at her crotch. She felt being fed and cleaned at the same time. It was weird.

Once done, she stayed there. She couldn’t open the door, even if it had been unlocked.

Mistress Michelle came in. She was fitted with a standard serving tray and ordered to go to the kitchen. Her hobble chain wasn’t lengthened, and walking the stairs was not easy, but she managed. She swore that they would not give her the pleasure to apply more punishment. She would resist, and she would find a way to warn the fetish community about Thompson’s devilish plan.

Day after day, week after week, she was given different chores around the house. She was looked upon quickly by the other maids, but they knew that, whoever was inside that suit, was there for punishment, and that if they wanted to end-up the same way, they just had to feel concerned. So she was plainly ignored.

One day, Mistress Michelle led Karen outside, to the stable. There her collar was chained to a large wooden post. Still unable to hear, Mistress Michelle gestured to give her the chores. She pointed to an empty location of the stable and to a pile of loose hay, then to a hay fork. Karen understood: she had to move the haystack to that empty spot using the hay fork. As Mistress Michelle was leaving, Karen stomped her steel boots on the wooden wall behind her. She showed her tied hands, asking to have them release so she would be able to pick the fork.

“That’s your problem.” She saw Mistress Michelle lips say before she turned around and left.

With a sigh, Karen picked up the fork with her tied hands. She quickly realized that her neck chain was barely long enough for her to reach the haystack, and again, barely long enough to get to the empty spot. She knew that they were trying to have her fail, to punish her.

She went to work. She was quick to adapt. Of course, it took her much longer than someone not tied-up but she did the job. So well in fact that when Mistress Michelle came back at the end of the day, she was puzzled and was sure that someone had helped her. She was put back into her room while the surveillance camera footage was examined, proving that she did all that alone. Of course, they could punish her anyway, she was in no position to protest, but they figured that if they were doing it that way, it would only fuel Karen’s thoughts for revenge, and they were right.

A few weeks later, she was brought again on the “staff side” where Thompson was waiting for her. He positioned himself in front of her and spoke slowly so to be sure that she would read his lips.

“I have a new job for you. You will become our ambassador. You’ll be shipped to Europe in a few hours, the time needed to prep you… a very special way.” He said.

Three maids led by Sandra came in. First, Sandra injected her some food. Immediately, Karen recognized the sensation: she was being paralyzed again.

“You’ll travel into this, but you have to get properly… wrapped.” She said, pointing to a long shiny black steel tube, opened in half along its length. The bottom end was flat and the top end was rounded. It looked like a giant vibrator. Karen had a glimpse of the life support systems inside: air pump, food and water supply and something else she couldn’t figure out the use.

She was first wrapped in plastic wrap. Two layers were applied. Then she was put inside a tight rubber sleeve covering her from the feet to the neck. Karen recognized the material: it was her rubber. She figured that it had been cured at room temperature and that the shrinking hasn’t been done yet. And she was right. The rubber body bag was rolled up on her and then the UV lights applied. She felt squeezed even more, almost crushed. She couldn’t move a muscle.

Then they put her inside some kind of cotton bag. Karen recognized it as the body temperature controller fabric she saw other scientists working on in the lab. It was meant for prolonged exposure to wrapping or mummification where the subject can become very hot. It was covered with small tubes where a coolant was circulating, keeping the body at a comfortable temperature. She quickly figured out the use for that unknown device in the tube and that she was to be in this tube for a while.

Followed two more layers of plastic wrap and two layers of grey duct tape, and finally one layer of black vinyl tape. Her head was wrapped in all those layers.

She felt carried and placed on her back and plugged. She heard faint clunk sounds as the cover of the tube was closed and screwed.

Then she felt lifted. The cavity around her was getting filled with some kind of rubber foam, that was engulfing her and tightening as it expanded, rendering her completely immobile. She felt lifted by the foam, and it seemed to her like she was floating. It was total sensory deprivation: blind, deaf and almost unaware of the gravity. She slowly drifted into another world.

She was put on an airplane that was to be flown to Northern Europe.

NORAD center command, Near Earth Asteroids Research HQ.

The alarm blinked and the radar operator quickly realized that something was happening. He called his superior.

“How come they were not detected before? He asked.

“All our radars are aimed at the orbital plane of the solar system. These babies are coming perpendicular to that plane. They’re coming in from the south. According to this, they would probably just skip the earth in the upper atmosphere, but some might make it through.”

“And where will they fall?”

“There’s about 9 chunks. They will fall way up north, arriving over the Atlantic, landing close to the North Pole.”

“Very well. I’ll alert the central command. Advise air traffic control in that area to watch for incoming meteorites and divert air traffic accordingly.”

The commercial plane was flying to Europe. It flew over Eastern Canada a while earlier and was following the standard commercial route over Groenland to land in Northern Europe.

He was high up in the sky, directly into the path of one of asteroid chunks that was aiming to land over the North Pole. Nobody saw it coming. In a flash, the plane was cut in half, sending passengers and cargo tumbling down the atmosphere.

Karen’s steel tube was still intact, but was falling fast, tumbling, heading to some glacier at lightning speed. Karen felt shaken but she was very well protected inside her steel, foam and rubber cocoon, but the G-forces were there, and all that tumbling was too much. She fainted, not exactly knowing what was going on.

As she was about to hit the glacier, a chunk of asteroid hit the ice melting a pool of glacier water. Karen hit the water pretty hard, but the hard steel shell barely buckled but she quickly sank to the bottom. The poodle of water was surrounded by ice, and the water temperature was quickly dropping below freezing.

Karen’s steel tube hasn’t been made to go underwater. The air intake quickly started to pump freezing water instead of air. It quickly filled Karen’s lungs, still unconscious. When the lungs were full, the freezing water flown in to her stomach.

A similar thing happened with her cooling suit. The temperature control has been damaged with the shock, and the heat exchanger was now freezing the glycol running through the tubes. Karen was getting almost instantly frozen from the inside-out and from the outside-in.

As the poodle of water returned to ice, all traces of Karen’s presence disappeared.

On an unmarked airfield, on an undisclosed country, numerous Lear jets were landing one after the other. For an observer, their passengers would look frighteningly familiar: the presidents, prime ministers, generals, and other diplomats of almost every country.

They were quickly led to a vast hangar where a stage of fortune had been setup obviously in a hurry, with a projection screen. There were no chairs and all the politicians were all looking around in total chaos. A tall skinny man walked on the stage to the microphone.

“Please, calm down, time is short.” He said, turning on the projector that showed a series of chunks of rocks apparently in space.

“This is a photograph taken from a ground based telescope in Australia. We’re looking at 19 chunks of rocks. The smallest is about the size of two football fields, the biggest about 15km across, with about 6 between 8 and 12 km across. They’re heading toward Earth arriving from the south pole. They WILL impact. We already received a precursor asteroid earlier today that hit a plane over the North Atlantic.”

This silenced the audience. One voice raised over.

“Where?”

“The first chunk would hit just south of Hawaii, but with an angle of merely 15 degrees, it will create a frontal wave that will devastate the West Coast of North America as well of the East Coast of Europe. More chunks will follow, hitting all over Americas as many asteroids will break down into smaller pieces. The biggest chunk should also break down and spread over the eastern coastlines of Americas and the Atlantic Ocean. Then Europe and Africa will be hit as the other chunks will also break down and disperse. Australia will be severely hit for the whole time. The last asteroids to enter will hit again close to the West Coast of America.

We’re looking for a global heavy meteor shower here. Total devastation.”

A rumbling rose up from the assembly.

“Where is the safer place to be?” asked someone.

“I would say the far side of the Moon…” answered the speaker.

“When?” asked someone else.

The speaker looked at his watch.

“The first rock will enter the atmosphere in… 9 hours and 17 minutes. Any more questions?”

To be continued…

© Pete / monsterp63, March 3, 2006.

Frozen Future

Archived Version

Karen’s perfect rubber suit appeared to have a drawback: it created an addiction. That was until she found out that Thompson had used on her a drug creating the addiction, with the project to spread his drug so he would sell more and more long term rubber suits.

But when Karen tried to go to the police, she was quickly stopped and encased in her own rubber suit, with steel corsets and restraints, and shipped to Europe to become a display stand.

But things took an unexpected turn when an asteroid shower hit the Earth and Karen’s plane, which sent her and her steel confinement/travelling tube into a poodle of freezing water.

The aftermath of the asteroid disaster:

A 50 years nuclear winter followed the asteroid shower. Then the earth slowly got warmer. Karen’s location on the glacier had slowly moved south, where it was warm enough that the ice was gradually melting. Sixty years later, the ice cover over the Northern Hemisphere had recessed at pretty much the same coverage than what it was at the beginning of the 21st Century.

Early in the spring of 2117, a satellite picking an unusual metallic signature on the side of a glacier sounded the alarm, and Karen’s travelling tube was extracted from ice 2 meters thick and brought to a research center on a small island of about 100 square kilometres, that had been a lot larger and known as Great Britain.

It was hurting like hell. The sensation was the same as when one of your limbs gets numb and the blood starts to flow again, but this time, she felt it all over her body. As swiftly as she had regained consciousness, she was out again.

She was breathing, she could feel her heart pounding, but when she tried to move, she was incapable. She felt heavy, as if a weight of many tons were resting on her. She opened her eyes. She could see light. It was blurry, but it was light. Where was she? Who was she?

Slowly, her brain started to process information, her memory worked. She remembered the lab, the rubber confinement, the shipping case and then the violent shock and the tumbling. The plane went down. That had to be it, but why? Was it part of Thompson’s mischievous plan?

She heard someone coming in. Heard? But she was deaf, her ears filled with rubber. She felt the gag in her mouth. It was still very there, but…

Someone leaned over her, blocking the light. Karen could see a shadow but nothing much until a bright light was shone into her eyes. She blinks.

“Yes, she’s awake. Can you stand up?” asked a feminine voice.

Karen tried to lift her shoulder, realizing at the same time that her arms were not restrained in her back anymore, but laying on her sides. Slowly, she was able to rest on her elbow. The woman helped her slide her legs off the table so she could sit. She felt weak. Only her stiff corset was holding her straight.

Her eyesight was getting better. The shadowy shape was taking form. It was a woman, dressed with a blue lab coat. Then, from behind her appeared someone else. At first, Karen couldn’t figure out who it was, or what it was. As it got closer, it appeared like a robot. With jerky moves, it approached Karen and put one hand on each of her shoulders. The artificial face got to her eye level.

“Thank you, Christine. Karen? Is that you?” said a voice that sounded slightly artificial.

Slowly, she nodded yes as best as she could.

“Wow. I can’t believe that you’re still alive after all those years. I’m Lynda. Remember me?”

Karen nodded yes gently. She remembered someone named Lynda, but it was no robot.

“Gee, do I have a long story to tell you.” Said the robot.

She explained to Karen what had happened while she was on the plane, the meteor shower, the awesome destruction that the Earth sustained, etc. She explained that at the end, she was working at the lab. When the asteroids stuck, it was havoc. Neither the lab nor the mansion sustained a direct hit, but suffered from the massive power failure. All the rubber slaves were released, and she started to look for Karen. That’s when she knew what happened.

She also learned about the drug that Thompson had developed and that was injected to Karen. Fortunately, the stock was minimal and it was quickly destroyed.

She swore that she would find her and release her, even if it was her dead body. The lab, with its microbiology research, had shifted its research into helping people. Lynda was close to 60 years old at the time, and they were ready to test a new cyborg technology. At about the same time, while coming to work from home, the bus that Lynda was riding got hit by a big truck, and she was deadly injured. On her dead bead, she asked to be used to test the cyborg technology.

It worked. For her anyway. Nobody could figure out why, but all the other tests ended up in a miserable failure. She was the first one, and is still the only one alive, so to speak.

The lab has been long closed, but she had never abandoned her quest to find Karen back, and today, 110 or so years later, she found her, amazingly still alive!

Karen closed her eyes. Meteorite shower? Lynda a cyborg? 110 years?

“We have new laser technology.” She heard Lynda say “so we were able to punch a hole into the rubber of your ears without damaging your tissues. We will be able to get you out of that suit, but we have to make some tests first.

Karen opened her eyes? Out of that suit? When? Quick!

“The problem is that, although your metabolism was pretty much frozen, it wasn’t completely dead, since you survived. So your cells have been exposed to the rubber addicting drug for 100 years, and there are still traces of it in your blood. We will have to wait until it completely disappears before removing the suit otherwise you will have to get into another one just as quick.”

Karen lowered her head.

“But we have new technology that could make it possible to talk. We can implant devices that will sense your speaking thoughts and output them through a voice box, like I do now to talk to you.”

Karen agreed. Painlessly, the devices were implanted in her brain, poking through the rubber coating with a laser. The voice box, half the size of a dice. Was put into her hard rubber gag, in a cavity bore with the laser.

“Ca… can you hear me?” said Karen, all surprised to hear the voice, that was not hers.

“Yes we can, Karen.” Said Lynda from an equally artificial voice.

Now What?

Three weeks have passed. Karen was now running around like she was naked, much to the disbelief of Caroline who couldn’t conceive someone dressed and restricted as she was, could move like that… and enjoying it.

That morning, Karen entered Lynda’s lab to see the progress on the feasibility to remove her rubber cocoon.

“I’m afraid I have really bad news.” Said Lynda.

“Still too much of the drug in my blood, right?”

“Something like that. Come here.” Said Lynda.

Karen approached, her pointed toe clicking on the hard stone floor of the lab. She was a stunning sight as the bright lights of the lab reflected on the permanent shine of her thick and tight rubber suit. The many curves of her body were emphasized by the glare. She stopped inches from the table.

“I need you to look down at the table.” Said Lynda.

Karen being unable to bend her neck had no other choice than to back off a little. Lynda took a little sealed bottle filled with a clear liquid and sipped some of it with a syringe, then placed a small drop on a glass plate.

Within 15 seconds, the liquid started to boil and transformed into a smoky thick substance.

“This is the toxin I extracted from your blood. It’s simply allergic to air…”

“Say what?” asked Karen.

“I don’t know what happened in your body but it seems that the drug kind of muted into a toxin. It might be from the combined effects of the tight pressure of your suit, the confinement, the freeze or the century you were exposed to it, I don’t know. Of course, this is a concentrate of the toxin, but the fact remains that if I remove your suit, you’ll turn into that gooey stuff within 24 hours.”

Karen stayed there in disbelief, taking the little bottle of toxin in her hand.

“But hey! There’s some empty space in this bottle, and I’m sure it’s not vacuum, and the toxin is not turning black.”

“You’re right. It’s filled with the only gas I found to stop the reaction: pure ammonia.”

Karen’s hopes fell on the floor. Ammonia was deadly at very little doses.

“Now what?”

“Well, we’ll have to continue the testing to see if the level of toxin drops in your blood and we will be able to estimate the time frame.” Said Lynda. “Sorry, that’s the best I can do.”

“Don’t be.” Said the artificial voice coming from the black rubbery female form. “I’m quite used to that suit, and remember that at first I’m the one that wanted to find a way to wear it for prolonged periods of time. Don’t worry about me. You bring me back to life, that’s more than I could have hoped for.”

They tried to hug each other, but hugging a robot is not exactly… humanoid.

“I… I’d have a request.” Said Karen.

Making the best of it.

The padlock clicked in place.

“Are you okay?” asked Christine.

“Yes, perfect.” Said Karen, testing the bonds holding her arms tightly in her back. She walked with small steps, struggling against the short hobble chain linking her ankles. Finally, when she was about 6 feet from the wall, she felt a tug on her collar.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” asked Christine. “I mean, this is rather… weird.”

“That’s because you don’t know what you’re missing.” Said Lynda’s artificial voice. “I do miss it too.”

With that, Christine cut-off Karen’s hearing and her speech simulator. Suddenly, everything became silent inside Karen’s head. She closed her eyes as she struggled to get on her bed and lay down, reaching the limit of her leash.

“Come.” Said Lynda to Christine, leading her out of Karen’s room. “She’ll be fine.”

“But a full week without checking on her.”

“She’s been bound 110 years, what is a week.”

Meanwhile, Karen welcomed back the inner feelings of her rubber enclosure, or her tight and rigid stainless steel corset and posture collar. Laying on her stomach, she was able to rock her hips, enough to make the catheter press against her labia and induce something she hasn’t felt for a century, literally speaking.

One week later she was released, her hearing and speech restored.

“Okay in there?” asked Lynda.

“Couldn’t be better.” Answered the artificial voice.

“I just can’t see what’s the big deal with it. I mean you’re enclosed in rubber, almost blind, deaf, mute, and unable to move much for a week and you feel great. I just don’t get it.” Said Christine.

“Perhaps, you ought to try it.” Said Karen.

“There’s no more rubber fetish nowadays, Karen.” Said Lynda. “We won’t find any latex anywhere near.”

“I see… Well, you have replicators that can replicate almost anything. How about my suit?” asked Karen.

“That’s an interesting idea.” Said Lynda. “Come.”

She led Karen into a lab where she positioned her hand under a scanning device.

“It should take about 10 minutes.” She said, turning the computer on.

The scanner hummed for 10 minutes then shut off. Lynda looked at the data on the display screen. She turned her robotic head toward Karen, nodding.

“Yep! It got it. We can manufacture some. So, Christine, care to try?”

“Gee, I… I don’t know. What if I don’t like it and I end-up stuck like Karen.”

“No worry, we’ll make it with a zipper, not sprayed on like she was, and you won’t have any of the steel restraints either.”

“Well… okay.” She faintly said.

Lynda, helped with Karen, produced the rubber. Over the next two days, it was a matter of cutting it and fusing it to make a catsuit. They also made some other items. If facial expressions could have been seen on Karen’s rubber covered head and on Lynda’s mechanical head, it would have shown a devilish smile.

It was time for Christine to try it. It was a very tight fit and she had to struggle a lot to put it on, but when it reached her hips, she stopped.

“Looks like there’s something in the way. Have you forgot to cut moulding thingy or something?”

“No.” said Karen. “Just open your legs and let them make their way. Don’t worry, they are already lubricated.” She said, pulling on the suit.

“But I don… I mean they seem quite big… I… I… Ooooooo.”

Artificial laughter came out of the two helpers as Christine put both hands at her crotch.

“Interesting, isn’t it? Now put your arms in the sleeves, will ya?.” Said Lynda.

The suit was pulled tightly over her and the zip shut off at the back. For the first time, Christine could feel the tightness and confinement of the rubber. First the cold feeling then the warming up. Things got really interesting when she started to walk.

“Wow! That’s…”

“…Something, isn’t it. Like it”

“Well, it’s more… disturbing than pleasurable but very interesting.” She said walking around, but even without noticing it, she started to walk on her toes.

“I think we forgot the high heels.” Said Karen.

“Looks like it, but high heels are nowhere to be found anymore.”

“I think I can carve a piece of polymer or something to give me the proper shape. Care to help?”

Within a few hours, they had made her a pair of nice wedge platform heels with a heel raise of 5 inches. Christine stepped on them while Karen fastened the ankle strap. The first steps were unsteady but she quickly coped with it.

“Geehs! I would never believe those shoes would emphasis the feeling of the, how do you call them, right, dildos, that much.” Said Christine, turning in circle, her hands at her crotch. Karen and Lynda looked at each other.

“Yes she needs it.” They said at the same time.

“Need what? Hey what are you doing?” she had the time to say before Karen grabbed her arms and tied them in her back with a piece of wire. She then took another piece of wire and started to pull her elbows together.

“Stop, that hurts.” She said, and Karen stopped.

“You’re not used to having your elbow touching. I’m sorry, I got carried away.” She said, looking at the gorgeous black gleaming body in front of her, her arms tied in the back were pushing her breast outward.

She struggled in her bonds but although they were rather basic, she couldn’t get free. As she walked, she became redder, biting her lips, then Lynda approached her and put her robotic arm at her crotch and started to play with her finger, making it almost vibrate.

“Oh shit! Oh my god.” Said Christine, throwing her head backward. “Woaaaaarre mmmfmffff”

“Too noisy.” Said Karen. “You need to be gagged” she said as she pulled on the straps pushing a hard rubber gag down Christine’s mouth.

Lynda continued to play with her robotic arm as Karen was slapping her hard on her rubber coated butt. Quickly, she exploded and almost collapsed on the floor. Karen was quick to grab her and drag her to the nearest chair where she sat, her arms still tied in her back.

“Mmrrfflfmmf” she said or rather tried to say.

Karen removed the drooling gag.

“Oh God! I never felt anything even remotely close to that before.”

“Now, do you understand why I like it here?” said Karen.

“Yes I do… Can I keep it?”

“Of course.” Said Karen, laughing.

A few weeks later, Christine entered the lab carrying a large box and put it on a table before starting to empty it.

She got out various bulbous lenses, catheters, and many containers of liquid rubber.

“You said that your rubber could be worn for long periods at a time? I’d like to experiment with it.” She said with a devilish smile.

“That’s very nice,” Said Karen, “but this kind of confinement has to be carefully planned in advance. Remember that the suit, if sprayed, could be very difficult to remove, even with your advanced lasers”

“Errr. Yes of course.” Said Christine. So, what now?”

“First, the footwear. You have to keep in mind that you will wear those shoes 24 hours a day. It took me months of training before being able to walk in those pointed toe boots. You’ve been wearing high heels only for 3 weeks, and only on occasion.”

“There’s also the corset issue.” Said Lynda, picking up the corset still in the box. “You will be stuck with it for a long time. Be careful about the size you choose.”

“And there’s the whole intubating gig: you won’t be able to go normally to the bathroom, you will have to rely on enemas, and being tube fed means that you won’t taste anything. Having your mouth filled all the time is something that needs getting used to, not counting the impaired vision and hearing and talking. Do you realize all this? Are you sure you want to go on with it?” asked Karen.

Christine was red by then.

“Oh my god. I’m so horny just listening to all this.” Answered Christine, short breath.

“She’s ready!” said Karen and Lynda in unison.

They worked for the next few days preparing a seamless corset and boots according to Christine wishes. Basically, they were the same platform shoes she had been wearing, but with a spiky heel instead of a wedge platform. Also, the leg of the boot, going just below the knee, had to be rigid, as well as the corset, engulfing her from the hips to the neck, similar to Karen’s.

She liked the bondage part too, so cuffs were planned at the ankle, over the knees, wrists and elbows as well as a wide posture collar.

Of course, in her case, they were not to be made out of stainless steel but new age polymers that allowed for easier fit and installation.

After Christine was thoroughly shaved, the first coat of rubber was applied and dried with UV lamps. She felt it shrink over her body and her breathing became shallow and rapid. She welcomed the sensation.

Next, the corset was put on. The polymer was as soft as ordinary rubber. It was pulled in place from over her head since the corset had shoulder straps. It also incorporates, like Karen, rings on the shoulder straps as well as at the waist, one on each side.

Then the cuffs were slid in place and she finally put her new boots on, with a two inch platform and a heel height of 8 inches, making a net heel raise of 6 inches.

The UV lights were used again. This time, the garment shrunk to a tight fit, but also became as rigid as steel. The amount of shrinking was proportional to a chemical embedded in the garment. For the corset, a higher chemical proportion was used at the waist. It crushed Christine’s waist by almost 6 inches. She was used to a four inches corset and thought that she had mixed the right proportion to achieve that tightness, but she had apparently mistaken.

Breath short, panting, with her hands on her waist to feel it’s tightness and looking in a mirror to see the effect of such a small waist, she decided to go on with the rest, that she was keeping it, that the added unplanned restraint was an incredible feeling.

Her ears were plugged with earphones and her gag equipped with the speech synthesiser before being filled until she felt her mouth would explode. Dark lenses were put on place and three more coats of liquid rubber were applied, each one UV dried.

Christine stepped out of the drying booth and made her first steps as a rubber slave.

“How does it feel?” asked Karen.

“T…Terrific.” Managed to say Christine. She was running her hands along her gleaming black body, feeling the tightness of the suit, feeling the two huge embedded dildos work on her, feeling the tight rubber squeezing her buns with each step, her breath shallow, her freedom impaired by a darkened vision and the thick and tight rubber.

“I’m in heaven.” She said.

A few weeks later, a big reception was held in honour of the New Year. In the reception hall, Lynda were welcoming the guests, but they were not attracted by the cyborg that was greeting them, but rather by the two shiny black female form, hands tightly bound in their back, her legs impaired by a six inches chain, a serving tray attached to their waist, passing amidst the guests to offer drinks and hors-d’oeuvre.

Many inquired about their suit and their equipment, why and how they got that treatment. Lynda got quite a few names of people interested in trying it, enough that she was thinking of starting a new business.

Meanwhile, the two rubber clad women, deaf, mute and barely able to see, were continuing to serve the guests, secretly enjoying their toys.

After all, they were Housemaids. Rubber housemaids.

© Pete / monsterp63, May 12, 2006